When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was at the sink, peeling a breakfast orange. She had only moments before, gotten out of bed and paused only to throw a light robe on. Going to stand behind her, I wrapped my arms around her to cup her breasts in my hands. "My god," she muttered. "are you still horny after last night?"
"Mom, I'm always horny where you're concerned." I slipped one hand inside the robe to cup a bare breast and being rewarded to find a firm nipple in my palm. She stopped her task, dropping the fruit in the sink and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I bent my head to kiss the area of her neck just below her ear. As I nuzzled her with my lips, she grasped my head with one hand while covering my hand that was at her bare tit with the other. I reached down with my free hand and slipped the belt that held her robe closed and, pulling it open, ran my hand over her warm belly and into the furry patch below.
"Oh god, love," she whispered, "oh god," as my index finger found the little button of her clit.
I rubbed it gently and she began breathing heavily. She pushed against the counter top edge
to exert more pressure on my hand at her clit, slowly rolling her body slightly from side to side. "Do it, Lover, make me cum with your finger."
I pushed my hand further, parting the lips of her
pussy with my fingers, all the time keeping pressure on her clit with the palm of my hand. She was getting wetter and wetter and with no trouble, my finger slipped into her cunt, quickly followed by a second. As soon as she felt the penetration, Mom began to rock back and forth, moaning with the pleasure she was receiving. To increase her pleasure, I began to pinch and roll the nipple I had captured. "Oh god, yes, lover, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, god, fuck me, make me cum."
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It had all begun the night before. Mom and I had gone out to dinner together. We had to wait for a table and we did so at the bar, where she had a couple of Scotches while I, at only 18, had to settle for cokes. Later, while we ate, she had a couple more drinks and she had gotten a little tipsy. That was okay, I was driving.
When we got home, Mom had thrown her arms around me and kissed me somewhat passionately. "You're a good boy, Davey, to put up with an old broad like your mother," she slurred, "when you could be out with a nice girl."
"I'd rather be out with you, Mom, You're all the girl I want."
For a long time I had looked at my mother sexually. Truthfully, I wanted to fuck her. She was in her early forties but looked much younger,
she had never let herself go to pot. For all the years before Dad had died, I had heard the two of them in their bedroom at night, making love, wishing I could watch what went on, especially when I would hear her crying out in ecstasy, "Oh god, Warren, I'm cumming..oh god..don't stop..I'm cumming." I'd lay there on my lonely bed, jacking off and shooting my gooey sperm all over my belly.
I took the chance, while we embraced, of grasping her behind and pulling her against the hard-on in my pants that had quickly. When she didn't resist, I slowly rubbed myself against her. Then, to my amazement, she had pushed her tongue into my mouth and swayed her body against mine as we continued to kiss.
"Ooo," she whispered thru the kiss, "somebody's got a hard-on. Does it feel good, Davey? Do you want your mommy to take care of it for you?"
"Mom," I answered huskily, "I want to fuck you. Can we go to bed and fuck?" She immediately stepped back and, in a low voice, said, "Oh Baby, you're not supposed to fuck your mother. That's a no-no, don't you know?"
"I don't care, Mom, I just want to fuck you and make you feel good the way Dad used to do. I want
to suck your tits, lick your pussy, to hear you when you cum. Is that so wrong?"
"Oh, Davey," she replied, "I want to feel that way again too, it's been such a long time. I wish
you could fuck me."
"Come on, Mom, I can, I can. Come to bed with me and let me make you feel as good as Dad used to, please, Mom, I can do it."
She gazed back into my pleading eyes for the longest time, then said, "I'll go to bed with you, baby, and I'll take care of you. We won't fuck but I'll take care of you," she said, almost sternly. "Come on, we'll go to bed now. I don't want you to suffer like I do."
We had gone upstairs to her bedroom and, after each using the bathroom, proceeded to get undressed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she
slowly revealed her naked body to me, then, pulling the bedspread aside, she got into bed. I stripped off my boxers that had tented over my rampant cock and then stood there gazing at her until she patted the bed next to her and said, "Come here, baby. Let mammy take care of you."
I got onto the bed and lay down next to her, reveling in the warmth of her body, feeling her tits pressed against me as she took hold of my cock. She began to stroke her hand up and down, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive purple head. "Good lord, Davey, you're every bit as your Dad," she said softly, continuing to pump my prick. I wasn't going to last too long and I twisted slightly so that I could cup one of her tits in my hand.
"Do you like feeling my boob, baby? Does it feel good?"
"God, yes, Mom, it does feel good. Can I touch your pussy too?", I answered huskily.
"In a minute, baby, in a minute," and she began to speed up the strokes. "Does that feel good? will you tell me when you're going to cum?"
"Oh god, yes, Mom, it feels awful good. I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, yes, OH GOD! I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!! HERE IT CUMS!!" and with that my jism shot out of my cock, arching over the both of us. As she continued pumping, I spurted again and again. As the last of my cum dribbled out, Mom leaned over and licked it off my cock, then, still holding the shaft in her hand, took the purple head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked me dry.
