Fucking Magic: A Potion Problem
Part 4 - BJs and Offers
"This is the honeymoon I never had." Mom said as I joined her back on the couch, the upstairs one, with fresh coffee for both of us.
"You and dad had a honeymoon." I had heard stories of it for years, well years before the marriage fell apart.
"We had a hiking trip where we stayed in a tent and walked practically from dawn until dusk. I was younger back then, I thought that it was a great adventure, but this..." Motioning around us. "Well if this was a tropical local it would be perfect. Either way, this is where I want to be. Doing nothing but watching nonsense TV, reading a book, and having my handsome young husband fetch me anything I could want."
"I don't think a son could be a husband." Joking, even though I understood what she was saying, or thought I did.
"I'm too old to get married again."
"You're not old and you're certainly not too old to get married." I would have pointed out that grandma had just gotten remarried, but it was dad's mom and they had never gotten along in the best parts of the marriage, afterwards they'd had no reason to pretend.
"You always know the right thing to say." Shifting on the couch, after putting her coffee onto the table that gave it its name, to kiss my chest while staring up at me with those gray eyes. "Except it kinda sounds like you're saying you wouldn't want to be married to me?"
"I'm saying there is no state or country that would allow that."
"We could... We could just think of ourselves that way."
"Like...Roleplay?" I asked, sort of amused by the idea, besides the obvious mom/son thing it didn't seem like there was a kinky thrill to be had out of two lovers pretending to be married.
"No. Like... promises and... Love. I love you and I don't think there is another guy out there that I want to be with. Who says two people need to be in front of priests and parishioners to..."
"That sounds like a really boring version of D&D."
"I don't know what that means and... I'm being serious." Running her hand into the slit of my boxers she grabbed hold of my dick, a tight hold. "You be serious too."
"Okay! I agree, I don't think marriage has to be before clergy and..." The slight squeeze she gave me was warning enough, not that she would actually hurt me but that she was indeed not joking around. Instead of finishing my joke of Clergy and Crowds I diverted to, "Witnesses." The grip loosened. "And I love you but..." I did not say I was twenty-five because not only had mom been younger than that when she got married but me mentioning my age would make her think about hers. "But this is only our second day together. We can't talk marriage until like..."
"Fourteen dates?" She asked, not at random either, seeing my curiosity she went on. "That's usually months of being together. You have to at least talk about marriage and kids and all that around date fourteen."
"Yeah, I suppose." I almost thought that I was too young for all that sort of seriousness, that it would scare away most girls I knew even at fourteen dates and months of being together. But then I realized I was twenty-five, that wasn't eighteen. My last girlfriend had probably dumped me, that's what The Boys said at least because I hadn't bought her a ring. "Fourteen sounds about right, I mean technically you jumped onto my dick pretty early. None of my girlfriends ever let me fuck them, much less cum inside them, on the first date."
"Well you've never dated a woman like me, you've only dated young dumb sluts. I'm a mommy who knows what she wants and doesn't have time to play games." Oh yeah, she did it on purpose, had earlier and did it again now. Making sure that her nightie was pinned between the two of us so that when she shifted upwards it pulled downward. Exactly like on the couch earlier with Aunt Allison, she exposed her tiny hot titties to me. "I want soncest! I want it all the time and now that I've had it... I don't want anything else."
"Fuck." Was all I could say to that.
"Language." Tapping my lips with two fingers, before kissing them. "Am I a bad mom?"
"I don't think so." Pulling her back for another long langued kiss, feeling her nipples poking at my chest.
"I think I am."
"No, you don't."
"I am because it's quarter to eleven. I haven't made my son get out of his pajamas, much less changed out of my own." I grunted as I kissed my way down her jawline to her neck, knowing there was a point coming to all this. "And worse than that, I'm seriously thinking about giving him dessert before lunch."
"Is your pussy the dessert?" I asked into her ear.
"Oh yeah, your favorite dessert, right?" I don't think she meant it as a trap, but I sucked on the lobe of her ear before answering.
"It's in the top two."
"Ally does taste good, I really couldn't taste much difference between hers and mine." Nuzzling into me so that we were sort of looking in each other's eyes.
"You two are close but I can taste the difference."
"And of all... Of all of them you've eaten, Ally and mine are the best?" It seemed important to her, I thought about all of them, there wasn't as big of a list as she no doubt thought.
"Yeah, I haven't ever enjoyed eating any as much as I enjoy eating yours. Both yours." She kissed me for that, smiling big.
"And you won't say whose is best?" Minxier on that minx face of hers.
"Nope."
"I know it's mine." She didn't but she wanted it to be.
"Top two for sure."
"Remember I soaked in the tub."
"I remember."
"All clean." She said hopefully.
"You little minx! Just give it to me already."
"Take it! It's yours!"
Fuck did that make me hard! I mean everything did really but that would have even before. So I pulled her to me, kissing her briefly to let her know how much I wanted her. Tugging the straps of the nightie down because I wanted her fucking sexy pink nipped breasts out. Off the couch I went, down onto my knees before my own fucking mother. Those gray eyes stared at me, that minxy face unable to believe her luck. I shoved her legs open, putting feet onto the coffee table, ignoring the clatter of our mugs. Just the act of spreading her had the nightie to a position where I could see her delicious pink pussy, it didn't look wet but I knew in a few seconds it would be. Smirking I grabbed her nightie, putting it over my head as I snuggled my face between her legs.
"No! I want to see you!" She hissed, not just pulling it off my head but taking it off completely. I smiled up at her, mostly at how fucking sexy that slim MILF body was. Before going back for a real lick. Mom purred and settled on the couch. "Oh, I missed this. I missed this so much."
Rolling my eyes at her didn't upset her because hers were shut, I knew she was talking about dad then. While they were together, or together and happy, dad had apparently spoiled her with oral. I was... jealous I think, a little bit, growled before letting my thumbs open up that place I'd come from before putting my tongue as deep as I could get it in there. She sucked in a breath, her smile growing more pleased as I swirled around inside her, tasting that delicious flavor that really was one of my favorites.
I took my time. Licked her from taint to clit, from thigh to thigh. My tongue didn't get sore, I hadn't done a lot of oral over the last couple of days, which I might have felt bad about if I didn't have a magic dick. One that had given WAY more than I'd gotten. But I hadn't done any in the weeks before coming home. In years the first few times with a new girlfriend always had my tongue feeling sore. With that in mind, sort of wanting to test the ring, I started licking her. Just flickering my tongue all up and down my gash, as fast as I could. Not high pressure but high speed for sure.
"Oh, Leelee! Mommy likes that!" Curling up to stare down at me. "Holy shit! Holy god! Look at that tongue go in mommy's pussy! It feels so good!"
It wasn't inhuman like my loads, my flickering battering taster moved at about the same speed I could get it before. Usually waiting to the end to really bring it on to push my past girlfriends over the edge. The only thing that was inhuman was I didn't get the ache of muscle (Well another muscle was aching, I felt that.) that forced me to slow and eventually do something else to get my lady off. There wasn't even a hint of warning that I was straining myself.
"Oh, ohhhh! Leelee! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh god! Oh god!" Giving me big nods before she slapped her hands to my head, thrust her pussy up at my face, and came big.
I licked at the light rush of juiciness that came with her orgasm but didn't push too hard. Relishing in the flavor that was my mom. Knowing I needed her for more fucks. By increments, she relaxed before finally releasing me to lay in a slender happy puddle on the couch.
"This is way better than that other honeymoon, WAY better. He never ate me like that on our hike, hell even the course of our whole marriage your dad never ate me like THAT." She pulled me up for some kisses. Gray eyes staring into mine as she added, "God all the women you must have eaten to get that good. I swear that thing..." She meant my tongue which she sucked on lovingly for a moment. "Is battery-powered or something."
