Mom took her hand off of my mouth - slowly. We had just crossed into new and uncharted territory. We had gone from little flirtation games to actually touching each other in a sexual way.
"Well, I guess there's no going back now, is there, honey?" said my Mom.
"I-I don't want to go back," I stuttered. The fantastic blowjob that my own Mom had given me in the kitchen, just a few minutes before, had me weak in the knees like a drunk, and stumbling over my own words like I was just learning how to talk. I couldn't take my gaze off of her sexy mouth; I would do anything for more of her mouth!
"I don't want to go back, either," Mom said. She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, hungrily. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom just like in some corny romance novel.
"Watch out for --" A soft clunking sound broke the mood for a quick moment.
"--the door." she said, with a giggle, as she rubbed her head where it had bumped the bedroom doorway frame.
"Sorry, Mom. I've never done anything like this before."
Mom hopped out of my arms and threw herself backwards onto my bed and pulled me down on top of her. I felt that I would explode if I didn't release the torrent of passion building inside of me. Her years of sexual experience showed.
I watched as Mom effortlessly took off my shirt. It made me feel like a kid again. A kid with a cock so hard that it was starting to hurt! Next, Mom took off my pants. I watched them fly off into a corner of the room as if in slow motion. I managed to kick off my own shoes.
I fumbled with the little belt that was holding up Mom's cutoff short shorts. I pulled it off and flung it away from the bed like it was a snake! I pulled off her little cut offs and dropped them to the floor. Mom tried to take off her halter top. I stopped her. I wanted to do it myself. A few seconds later, I let out a gasp as I once again saw the breasts that had fed me as a child.
I saw that Mom was trying to reach down and take off her high heels.
"Don't touch your heels, Mom. I want you to keep them on. You have no idea how sexy and pretty they make your legs look."
Even in the heat of passion, I noticed a change in me. I was becoming more assertive. More aggressive. I was starting to control my Mom; the woman who had charge of me while I was growing up and had taken me over again, just a few minutes ago, in my own living room.