"Such a good boy," my mother purred, standing naked in her bathroom doorway, her face and chest still flushed from the stream of orgasms I'd helped give her in the shower.
I stood behind her with one of her big velvety towels, slowly drying off her naked body. I was moving much slower than I probably needed to, but I wanted to savor the sensation of laying my hands on every inch of her big round body. I reached around the front of her with both hands and took my time running the towel up her belly and under each of her huge breasts.
"I can't believe how good I feel right now," she said softly. "And from my own son..." She breathed deep and stepped forward. "I can't believe I let myself do all that... I mean, you must think I'm..."
"I think you're beautiful, mama," I said. I stepped closer to her, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, relishing the fresh-shower smell of her. I whispered next to her ear: "And I think you're the best teacher a boy could ever have."
"You do?"
In answer, I pressed forward, against her soft, broad ass cheeks, and let her feel my cock, still half-hard and pressing out against the towel around my waist. I felt her shiver, and I kissed her neck again.
"My God, baby. Don't tell me you're hard again."
"Just a little, Mama," I said quietly into her earlobe. "I can't help it when I'm around you."
"It's been so long," she said. "I forgot how... eager you young boys can be."
"Is that bad?"
"Oh no," she said and grinned. "Nothing your mama can't handle." Then she turned around in my arms and kissed me on the mouth.
My mother's tongue in my mouth was even more skilled than her hands had been between my legs. I rushed to return the kiss, and she put her fingers up to my face and stilled me. "Kiss Mama slow," she said, then put her lips back on mine, so soft and they were barely touching. I felt my stomach shaking in my chest. Just as when I'd had my fingers in her, I discovered that when I moved slow—much slower than I would have thought I should—I felt everything twice as strong. We stood there, in her bedroom, making out, her lips teasing the corners of my mouth, and her hands strong against me, feeling the small of my naked back.
"Come kiss your mama on the bed," she said, staring into my eyes. She stepped backward, sat on the bed, and eased her naked body back onto the sheets. Her legs spread, and for the first time I saw her furry pussy in all its opening glory. I knew I shouldn't stare, especially at my own naked mother, but I just couldn't help myself.
"You like to look at your mama's pussy, don't you baby?"
I nodded. "I can't help it."
"That's good, baby. Because Mama can't help showing it off for you." She reached down, smiling. Then, just when I thought the view couldn't get any better, she spread her fat white thighs as far as they could go, and pulled her pussy apart with both hands.
It was like nothing I'd ever seen. The pink lips were swollen against her fingers, and the fat clit was already pressing outward. Beneath that, she was bright red, and shiny with her own inner dampness. I realized, with a certain delicious nastiness, that I was looking straight into my own mother's most private parts. She moaned, and I saw the tiny muscles inside her tense and release, wet and steady as a heartbeat.
"That's right, baby. Go ahead and stare. Look at Mama's big sexy pussy."
As soon as she'd said that, there was no way the towel could hold me any longer. I let it fall to the floor and stood, naked and hard in front of her again.
"Mmmm, mmmm," she said, licking her lips. "Such a sweet boy. Now come over here and kiss your Mama some more."
Awkwardly I eased my body into the bed next to her. I'd never actually been in bed with anyone before, and the actual logistics of, say, where to rest my legs or put my hand, were a little confusing. Sure, I'd seen plenty of pictures in the magazines, of couples contorted into all kinds of wild poses, but it was hard to imagine how they got to that point without elbowing each other in the nose. My mother, though, made it easy. As soon as I was on the bed, she put her hands tight around my waist, slid a thick but nimble leg under mine and, to my surprise, pulled me right on top of her. Before I had time to think about it, my hips were wrapped in her soft, mighty thighs. I felt the faint bristle of her pubic hair against the bottom of my cock and stared down into her adoring face. She locked her feet around the back of my legs, ran her hands up my back, and pulled me close against her big splayed breasts. She was more comfortable than any pillow I could ever imagine.
We made out that way, slowly. I felt my hips sliding as if they had a life of their own, loving the sensation that the head of my cock gave me every time it brushed her fleshy belly. I wondered why, in public, everybody was so hung up on skinny women when, in private, it was becoming so obvious to me how much better a big woman's body could make a boy feel. The breadth of her hips, combined with that cushioned belly and the sensory overload of her tits against my bare chest, set off something deep and primal inside me, and I felt that I just had to fuck her... even if I had no real idea how to go about it. Thank God she'd already made me come twice before—otherwise, I probably would have exploded again, right there all over her. Endurance, I was learning, was just as important as technique. I'd figured out in the shower that, while my eighteen-year-old cock seemed to rise and fall by the minute, Mama took a lot longer to get worked up—but once she got there, she was capable of coming harder—and with more frequency—than I could ever dream of. I wondered if all women were like that, or if my mama was just extra special.
We made out for a long time, my thin pelvis slowly rolling against her giant one. I practiced ways of putting my lips on hers. As with her pussy, it seemed that the softer I went, the hornier it made her. The sensation was incredible—face-to-face, she was my mother, kissing me with all the love and patient adoration that only that one person on earth can ever give us (albeit with a little more tongue than I was used to). But further down, our hips were bucking crazily for each other, and I needed, more than anything at that moment, to push my cock inside her.
Instead, I caught my breath and moved my face downward. I kissed her neck near the ear, and felt an electric current grip her spine. Her whole body tensed against mine and she gripped my back.
"Oh," she groaned. "You just found Mama's spot."
"I did?"
"You sure did, baby. Now be a good boy and kiss Mama there some more."
I did what I was told, of course. I tried the neck again. Then further down, just above her collarbone. My mouth got more adventurous and moved out, toward her round fat shoulder. Each time I kissed her neck, she breathed in suddenly and moaned out loud. I swore I could smell her pussy again, faintly, and just the thought of my mother's pink pussy lips soaking themselves again made me want to turn her on that much more. I moved down, to the gorgeous spot at the base of her neck, where her big cleavage began. So many times I'd noticed that spot on her—in her bathrobe, over the top of her work blouses, in her slick black tank suit during one maddening day at the beach. Now here I was on top of her naked, shaking body, kissing her there, lapping at that slightly sweaty place with my own hungry young mouth.
"That's right, baby," she moaned. "Use your tongue on Mama. Go on, lick Mama clean." She put her hands on either side of her tits and pushed the mass of them together, offering them up to me. The nipples were already hard as little rocks. My mouth went to them like a starving animal. "Do you like to lick your Mama?" she asked.
I just nodded and moaned, my mouth full of one of her gorgeous candy-pink nipples.
"Lick Mama some more," she said, grabbing at my shoulders. "You want to find Mama's other spots, don't you?"
"Yes, Mama," I said into her skin. "I want to find all of them."
"Then keep licking, baby. Lick your mama all over."
I lapped harder at the nipple, but she was pressing down on my shoulders now. Trying to push me somewhere. Somewhere lower.
I froze for a moment, simultaneously terrified and excited out of my mind.
