I was impatiently waiting in my room. Waiting for my mother to come to me.
She needed some time to freshen up. "About 30 minutes, or so, sweety. I'll come to you. Wait for me in your room," were her words before giving me a kiss and disappearing to her bathroom. I was transfixed by her buttocks as she walked away. Swaying from side to side.
It took me back to my mother in the videos. She made all her holes available to the family members. I was assuming that she will be making the same offerings to me.
I could just hear her now, "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck, me."
"Fuck my mouth," ......... or......... "Fuck my pussy" ............ or.......... "Fuck my arse." I could hear the words being cried out, as though she was here, in front of me.
Time seemed to drag on.
I had taken a long shower, making sure that all the bits that might give off a musty scent, were scrubbed multiple times. My penis and my testicles bore the brunt of the cleaning. Behind the ears, between the toes, armpits and the all-important anal opening were not forgotten.
I ran the razor over my face so many times that I was left with razor burn. I was hoping that it would miraculously go away or Mom wouldn't notice.
I didn't use any cosmetics. I wanted my mother to inhale the real me, with a hint of shower gel. I was hoping that she would do the same. I wanted to smell her skin, her hair and all the areas of her body that, until tonight, I didn't have access to. I wanted to taste her all over.
Despite the fact that I wanted to do all this tasting and smelling, I would be lying if I said, that I wasn't nervous.
More apprehensive and on-edge than the first time I had sex.
I have been with only one other woman in my life, Freda. She was my first and only. I was an eager student who was keen to learn and experiment. She was an experienced teacher who patiently guided and taught me about the marvels and joys of sex. I've missed Freda.
My mind was running in high gear.
I wondered if there's an etiquette or a protocol for mother-son first time sex.
How should I receive my mother?
Lights on, or off?
Standing......... Sitting.......... or lying down?
If lying down................ On my back, on my side or face down?
In the nude, or with some kind of covering?
If covered...............Wearing a bathrobe, a dressing gown or possibly a towel wrapped around my midsection?
Should the dressing gown be tied up or hanging freely?
Will my penis be pocking its head out......... or.......... Will I hide it, to surprise her?
So many questions.
So anxious.
So inexperienced.
So, wanting to get it right.
A figure walked into the doorway and stopped.
It was my mother. I could see her feminine outline against the backdrop of the lights in the hall. She was wearing a long sheer see-through gown that reached below her knees.
I looked at her face. She looked calm and undoubting. Her persona oozed with confidence and desire.
She turned off the hall lights and started to walk towards me. I stood up. My penis was standing at attention.
My gaze dropped below her neck line. Her gown left nothing to the imagination. The light from the bedside table was sufficient to see all of her beauty.
Her breasts looked firm and did a little dance as she walked. Her areolas were small and her nipples were bulging through the flimsy material. My gaze lowered, following her hourglass figure to the sacred triangle between her legs. Hairy, but neat and manicured.
I made my way back to her face, seeking her eyes.
My mother was inspecting my cock. She looked up, gave me a small smile and then she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
I guessed that she was pleased, at what she saw.
Her eyelids reopened and she closed the distance between us, pressing her body against mine. We kissed. Our tongues exploring each other's mouth. My manhood pressing hard against her stomach. Her breasts pressing back, hard against my lower chest.
We kissed for a long time. Eventually she withdrew and started to kiss and softly bite my chest. It didn't take long before she started to ease her way lower and lower.
Past my stomach and then spending some time in the groin area. Left and right of my baby maker.
I could hardly believe my eyes as to what was aspiring. I was ready to burst. I could feel precum working its way along and out my penile orifice.
She stopped the kissing and knelt in front of me. Her face only inches away from my cock. She looked at it and looked up at me. She gave me a little smile before returning her gaze to my penis.
A droplet of precum had formed at the end of my cock and gravity was about to let it drop onto the carpet. My mother leaned in, ever so slightly, extended her tongue and licked it off, lightly brushing against the lower part of the head.
My cock twitched in a reflex motion. My mother raised her gaze, met my eyes and gave me a broad smile. Without breaking eye contact, her mouth engulfed the dome of my cock.
The sight was instantly burned into my memory.
I could see that her mouth was stretched to the limit. She kept her lips tight against the shaft and tried to go as deep as she could. She couldn't get far. She retreated and went back to working the head. Her mouth might be of average size, but my cock isn't.
I have a very thick penis and eight inches in length.
My mother raised both of her hands and wrapped them around the shaft. She started to move her hands up and down while sucking on the head.
I don't know if it was the sight of my mother sucking my cock, or, the build-up and expectance for this to happen, but I could feel that I was ready to cum.
20 seconds in.
What a stud?
With both hands I reached for the sides of her head, to gently push it away from my cock so she would stop sucking on it. In the hope of lasting longer.
She realised what was to happen. Her hands came off my shaft and released my grip on her head. She looked up, while continuing to suck and gave me two little nods, as if to say 'Give me your load .......... It's OK......... I've got this'.
I came into Mom's mouth while looking into her eyes.
This expulsion of semen from my testes had been building up from the moment I saw her in the kitchen, about two hours, or so, ago.
I had ejaculated a larger-than-usual volume of semen. To my amazement, my mother did not once choke, dry reach or convulse. She took and swallowed all that I offered.
Her mouth released my cock. She stood up and motioned with a soft push, to fall onto the bed. I fell back. She slipped the gown from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. She then climbed on top of me. Our faces in close proximity.
She leaned in and placed her lips on mine. I opened my mouth and my tongue started searching for hers. She seemed a little hesitant at first but eventually her tongue came poking out from its hiding place.
I could taste my semen that was still remnant in my mom's mouth.
Slightly bitter, with a hint of salt.
This was not the first time that I had tasted my own semen. My girlfriend, Freda, used to do the same thing. After I would cum in her mouth she would kiss me, with most of the white gooey liquid still not swallowed.
The first time it happened, I was near to being repulsed. Over the duration of our time together, I had grown to be indifferent to it. Neither hated or liked it.
After the exchange of my bodily fluids, my mother started to crawl her way up towards my head. She lifted her torso and placed one knee over my shoulder and then the other.
I looked up so see her looking down at me. She pushed her pelvis forward,
bringing her vagina close to my face. My mother was offering me her pussy.
How can a boy refuse such an offering? An offering from the Gods.
I brought my arms over her thighs and gently spread her pussy lips to reveal what lay behind them. It was the most exquisite site in the world. Her clitoris was poking its little head out of its hood. Her inner pussy lips and the area around the vaginal opening were a deep pink color and drenched with her arousal fluid.
I tilted my head backwards and took a slow, long whiff. It smelled so sweet and appetizing.
I brought my tongue out for a meet-and-greet with her clitoris. With the utmost of tenderness, I licked it. Her body jerked. Another little lick, followed by another and another, until my tongue and her clit were interlaced together, like they were dancing a waltz.
My mom stayed on my face for a long time. In that period, I had managed to lick the inner and outer area of the vulva. I had also inserted my tongue as far as it would reach into her vagina. Her low moans and groans were an indication that she was enjoying herself, which in turn inspired me to continue.
At one stage, I wanted to go a little further down and lick her anal passage.
Something held me back. The timing seemed inappropriate.
When she finally lifted her hairy pussy off my face she went and laid down, facing up. I rolled around and as we caught sight of each other's eyes, she parted and lifted her legs.
My mother was inviting me in.
I was so excited that my penis had remained fully erect since I had shot my load, a little earlier on.
I made my way between her legs and lowered my body on to hers. Our bodies were touching.
I pressed my lips against hers and darted my tongue out, allowing her to taste her love juices. She drew in a sharp breath when our tongues met.
Mom reached down and grabbed my penis to guide it into her vagina. I followed her reach and tenderly took her hand away. She gave me a quizzical look and I responded with a slight shake of the head from side to side. I was trying to tell her that my penis will find its way instinctively.
It didn't take long before the head of my penis was nestled in the entrance of her love canal.
I was ready for the moment that I knew would forever change my life.
I looked into my mother's eyes and slowly entered her as far as I could go. I inserted the length of my penis into my beautiful mother's vagina.
I leaned down and we started to kiss like lovers. It was intoxicating.
I started to move my pelvis making my cock slide in and out of her vagina. Not fast or long strokes, but slow and shallow.
We stayed in the missionary position for most of time. We held each other in our arms and continued to kiss.
We only changed position once. She requested for me to spoon her, and enter her vagina from the rear.
I think that she had climaxed at least twice, maybe three times. I assumed that because I could feel her body tense, her grip around me tightened and I had noticed a change in her breathing.
After what seemed to be hours of slowly going in and out of her pussy, I came. I came into the woman who gave me birth.
We remained in that position and my mother fell asleep in my arms.
A feeling of ease, contentment and love had swept over me as I lay awake listening to my mother's breathing.
From the moment she had entered the room, not one word had been spoken.
