**Due to huge reader feedback, I wrote the sequel to Happy Mother, which was intended to be a one-shot deal for Mother's Day, 2004. However, I believe in giving you readers what you want, so here's another chapter. Chapters 3, 4, and 5 are in the works, and I have ideas for more, but I won't write it unless there's enough response, so please, leave some feedback! Don't forget to vote!**
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Labor Day had come and gone. Classes started back up at the University and I was away from home. For the first time in my life, I was homesick...no, it was more than that. I was heartbroken and lovesick.
Dorm life was pretty much the same this year as it was the semester before; half-naked girls wandering around, beer, loud dorm-mates, beer, the occasional pot smoking art student, beer, video games, and a little more beer. The girls didn't really grab my attention that much; don't get me wrong, all manner of hot tight ass was paraded through, from Cuban to Caucasian, from Australian to African. Tight asses, shapely legs, shorts so short they should have been panties, and braless tits swaying invitingly under tight t-shirts with the latest catch phrases from T-shirt Hell paraded through the hall at all hours of every day. There was just something lacking about it, however, something that I just couldn't put my finger on: Mom.
After screwing each other pretty much once a day last summer—except when Grandma stopped over for a week—I really did miss not having her hot pussy sliding up my length and grinding in slow circles. I learned more about sex from my mother in three months than I had in three years of reading forums in dirty magazines and looking up porn on the internet.
College slowly took over my thoughts. Classes were a bitch, homework was hell, and my roommate was some sort of divine punishment for what I had done in a past life...or last summer. Occasionally I got a phone call from Mom and every once in a while, I'd get a letter. None of it was out of the ordinary; it was as if last summer hadn't even happened. Hurt and dejected, I threw myself into my studies a little further and decided I'd take it up with her the next time I was home.
I had already decided to take the long car trip back to home, but the letter I received from Mom three weeks into the semester was only further encouragement. The letter was only three words and a photograph: "We miss you" was written over the top of a digital picture of Mom's cunt lips being held open, exposing her pink inner core as it glistened with moisture in the light of the flash. Her fingernails were painted a deep, almost black crimson and her mound was completely shaved except for a small furry heart directly above her pink slit. My cock was hard as a rock and I felt my mouth go dry with desire. This weekend I was going to go back home and make last summer look like a day at the petting zoo.
The next four days didn't pass quickly enough and the trip home was an eternal penance for a short life of sin. When I got home what felt like days later, I forced myself to calmly walk inside the house and set my things down.
"Mom?" I shouted. Silence answered me so I walked out back.
There she was, in all her tight-bodied, naked, tanning glory, stretched out on a blanket in the grass. Today was probably the last day she'd be able to tan because of the coming cold of winter, and she was soaking it up like a kitten. Her legs were spread lazily open, giving her a nice all over tan, helping to dampen the tan lines of the past summer. She looked like she was asleep and certainly didn't give any appearance that she knew I was there.
Stealthily, I crept up to her and crawled over the top of her thighs, being careful to not let any of my clothes touch her. I slowly lowered my face to her bare snatch and found myself missing the little heart she had carved in her pubes for the picture. My tongue gently caressed her pussy, trying to coax it open and wet without my breath giving me away until I had met her delectable lips.
Mom inhaled sharply and was instantly awake. She let out a little squeak and almost kicked me in the face as she scrambled back. After a short, confused second, she realized where she was and who I was and then she smiled.
"Holy shit, Bran!" she hissed. "What if the neighbors had..." she stammered quickly and made for the house after pushing up off the ground.
"Relax. Besides, if you were really so damn concerned about the neighbors, where are your clothes?" I said quietly, following her to the door. I sped up and we reached it at the same time. "You look fucking amazing, by the way."
"Oh, sweetie!" she said happily and hugged herself tightly to me. I felt her nipples rubbing against my back and it made my cock stir even more. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped in; I enjoyed the feeling of her warm body pressing against me, but she was right, we did have neighbors and doing anything else in front of them would have been bad. She walked in and sat on the kitchen table.
Without a word, I bent to her, my lips softly touching hers and my tongue gently playing with her full lips before sliding through them to dance rhythmically with her own tongue. I pushed myself forward and she against me, rubbing her tits gently against the material of my t-shirt and the muscle under it. My crotch was tortured immediately after with the feeling of the intense heat pouring out of her pussy as it ground against my stiff cock in its prison of blue jeans and boxers. Our tongues continued to wrestle back and forth, her tongue exploring my mouth and retreating rhythmically with the motion of her hips.
"Let Mommie kiss her darling properly," she said breaking the kiss momentarily. Her lips locked on mine again and her hands went to the fly of my jeans, undoing the button slowly, still mashing her shaved mound against the roughness of the fabric. I could feel her wetness seeping through with her heat and it made me harder to think that this delicious creature wanted me as much as I her, even after I was gone for so long to school.
The zipper was next and it slowly went down, the metallic sound moving one tooth at a time, each one building the sexual tension inside me. I could feel it build in my back and wrap up my neck, slowly playing over the top of my head and settling deep inside the brain.
I had elected to not wear boxers today, a surprise that Mom hadn't noticed until the pants were completely unzipped. She softly freed my cock from my jeans and slowly stroked the shaft while rubbing the head with her thumb, making me shiver and involuntarily back up. She pulled gently forward, never breaking the kiss, and kept rubbing, using my pre-cum as lube.
I broke the kiss, needing a deeper breath under the teasing of her thumb and the feel of her body against mine. She took the opportunity to push me back and she bent down while grabbing onto the edge of the table. Her mouth made contact with my cock gently, planting little kisses at first. She continued with the kisses and moved on to kissing and tonguing, and after an eternity she finally took the entire head into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite. My knees almost buckled and shivers ran up and down my spine like electric ice. The only part of her touching me was her lips and tongue, and she slowly started swallowing my shaft.
A low throaty moan escaped my lips as she bobbed up and down, the sounds of her lips breaking contact while sucking filled the house. Her tongue flicked my head madly, then massaged my shaft as she swallowed more meat, and finally managed to snake out and lick my aching balls as her nose nestled in my thatch of pubic hair. Her mouth consumed and retreated from my cock slowly, as if she were savoring the taste and the feeling. I could smell her pussy boiling with juice and ripe to be fucked and that made lick my own lips, tasting her on them again.
I came slowly, her mouth coaxing the cum from me. The orgasm hit in my toes and rocketed up my legs to my cock. My brain turned to fuzzy mush and my prick lazily spurted cum down my Mother's throat. Her tongue kept flicking across my piss slit as I was cumming, swishing my jizz in her mouth and savoring the taste. When I was done shaking from her attention, she sat back up and opened her mouth, showing me my load. Her teeth were covered and only the back of her tongue broke the surface. Two little dribbles, one in each corner of her mouth ran down her chin as her lips closed and she swallowed my load slowly. As I watched I felt my dick hardening already, much to Mom's delight; her eyes followed down my body and grew larger as my prick swelled back to life.
"Already, baby?" she said, half in shock and half in giggle. She leaned back a little and planted both her heels on the table, spreading her scrumptious snatch open, her pink glistening core standing out starkly to her tanned thighs and belly. My hand started to slowly stroke her outer lips and I moved forward.
"Miss me, Mom?" I said huskily, my lips planting soft kisses along her collar bone. She moaned in response, but I didn't know whether it was from my fingers or from my mouth.
"Oh my God. The things you do to me. I haven't even masturbated since you went to college; I wanted to save every drop of me for you," she breathed, holding my head in place as it migrated to her neck. I kissed, sucked, and nibbled every inch of flesh that I could, my lips finding her ear and sucking on her little earlobe as my finger entered her.
She was just as hot and tight as the first time we fucked last spring. She gave my finger a squeeze as she moaned and that was all it took for my cock to throb the rest of the way to its full length and girth. I stepped forward and replaced my finger with my cock, flexing and making it bob along her slit while my hands started gently stroking a lifting her breasts. My thumbs started working her nipples, occasionally rolling them slightly with my forefinger. My mouth stayed busy lightly licking and sucking on her ears and neck with the occasional soft bite intermingled. Mom started moaning almost continuously, had it been any lower, I would swear she had started purring.
I put my lips to hers, my hands still softly molesting her breasts, and my cock still slowly bobbing up and down her slit. My tongue slid into her mouth and hers into mine and I sucked slightly. She pushed her mouth tighter to mine and moaned as her body started to shiver. I felt her pussy heat up and get wetter. My cock got itself buried in her pussy, just the head barely pushing into her, and I pushed forward a little, making Mom moan even harder into my mouth. Her eyes were closed tight and she was sucking on my tongue as I was hers as another inch of my meat slid into her.
I kept right on flexing, making my cock throb inside her quivering honey pot. She broke the kiss and threw her head back. I pinched her nipples and slid the rest of the way inside her spasming pussy, enjoying the feeling. She started rocking her hips on the table, I kept moving my cock in her as I pulled out. We both looked at my prick as it retreated from her pussy. We were taken in by the light glistening on it, her wetness making it almost reflective as it pulled out of her pulsing pussy. She gasped when the head popped out, and gasped again when she felt the tip of the head moving up and down in her sensitive opening.
