Mom was 16 when I was born; dad was ten years older; they got married right before he went to serve in WWII; I was born while he was away. None of that is remarkable and neither was my childhood. Dad was a good man when sober but that was seldom. Drinking, he was physically abusive to both mom and me. I was an egghead; dad had no use for eggheads. Mom was my big supporter. She sat with me at the kitchen table to help with my homework long after my studies advanced beyond her limited farm girl education.
I'm 44 now and as I look back, I realize, Mom and dad had an active, although uncreative, sex life. Like him, I'm always horny and my dick always seems ready. Ten years ago, right before dad died, I had moved away and my career really took off. Shamefully, five years has passed since my last visit.
She had not changed. A tall, thin, shy, smiling, very neat, demanding, red head was there to pick me up at the airport.
After two days of visiting, playing 'What ever happened to _____?' and seeing how much the neighborhood had changed, she was sneaking in little 'honey dos' for me to help her with. She had no big projects but there were quite a few little ones: door sticking, cracked window pane, shorted wall socket, missing weather stripping, bulb broken off and get her a new TV.
About nine at night on my third day, I had been catching up on emails and mom was bored with my company. She announced she was going to bathe and then go to bed. A couple of hours later, there was an alarming loud crash in her bedroom. I rushed to see what happened. The door was locked, she did not answer, so I broke it open.
Mom was on the floor, naked, flat on her back. The fall from her tall bed had knocked her breath out and she was gasping to get it back. There was nothing I could do but hold her until her breath returned. As I held her I saw the problem, just under the edge of the bed. She had dropped her vibrator.
My prim and proper mom was mortified. She was speechless and blushing as she recovered from all except her embarrassment and still needy pussy. Even with its covering of trimmed red hair, I could see her vulva was swollen, red and wet. The scent from her had me instantly hard. Mom's clit was larger than normal and had been clearly visible when I first knelt beside her. She scrambled to pull the comforter from the bed and cover herself.
Once I knew she was not hurt, I wasn't thinking of her as my mom. I knelt behind her head, pinned her hands down to the carpet and whispered, "What were you fantasizing about when you dropped your toy?"
Her eyes were the size of silver dollars and I could hear her heart pounding.
"There is just you and me here. Tell me what you were thinking about while you played with your pussy?"
Still I got no response. I kissed each eye closing it. "I've wanted to do this for many years." It was upside down but I pressed a long soft kiss to my mother's lips. I believe, she almost responded. She had done nothing to pull away and she said nothing to stop me. During our second upside down kiss, my tongue licked her lips and pushed hoping for entry.
Mom's lips parted and we shared an exploring but not very sensual kiss. Still there were no objections. For the next minutes, our kisses got hotter and wetter. I explored her neck, ears, eyes, face and lips with my lips and tongue. She was breathing harder. I let go of her hands, retrieved her toy, turned it on and put it in her hand.
"While I kiss you, finish what you started."
Her eyes never opened; she slipped her hands under the comforter. The comforter moved first telling me that she was buzzing the outside of her pussy and then telling me she when she slipped the smooth hard shaft up into her needy body. I flipped the comforter off of body, returned to sucking her tongue, caressing her breasts and watched her squishy cunt be eagerly fucked with the vibrator. She almost stopped me but the humming plastic cock demanded her attention.
Her body tense slightly and she exhaled into my mouth. That had to be the smallest most confused orgasm I had ever felt from a woman. She started to get up.
"That wasn't good enough. Lay back down."
I knew mom had never experienced oral sex and would resist but it is one thing I do really well and totally enjoy. I crawled over her body pinning her arms with my shins. I took her toy and lowered my face between her legs. It took several minutes of kissing, licking and sucking for her to relax and begin moving her hips.
I never slowed my oral assault but slowly pushed her vibrating toy into her flowing cunt. She thought she should resist, but a little pressure on the toy brought an involuntary long low deep submissive moan from her.
In that instant her mind shut down and her body took complete control. She raised her knees and opened herself wide, inviting my mouth to do anything it wanted. When she began to tremble, I removed the toy and just kissed her thighs; frustrating her by delaying what she wanted.
Two fingers slipped into her and discovered a large very spongy G-spot. No one was even talking about such spots when she was sexually active with dad. My fingers pressed and stroked inside her. I licked and sucked her little nub in time with my fingers. Soon, she was making it difficult to keep my head in position; her hips were rolling from side to side. Still her constant loud moans and groans urged me on.
With a loud growl, mom arched her hips completely off the floor, pressing her cunt into my mouth and began to cum wet and rough. She started a second orgasm before her first had finished. Her body seemed locked into its trembling arch. I drank from her as her womb contracted and fed me a shot of her body's nectar.
When she relaxed to the floor, I stopped all my movements. I knew she would be sensitive. I lay down next to her, pulled the comforter over us and held her for at least fifteen minutes.
Mom was wide-awake. Her brain and guilt were spinning out of control.
