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
