There I am, eye to eye to with myself. I never felt “sexy” as a young woman, the stress of trying to become that which all desire - seemed impossible for me. I could hear the clatter of my mother preparing dinner downstairs, and here I am - just staring at myself in the mirror. I’m pretty sure I had just woken up from an afternoon nap, where I had dreamed of my brother fucking me. Well, actually I was fucking myself… orally that is. As crazy as that seems, accurate or not, I am looking at this woman in the mirror differently now. My tits are not just--okay, they seem perfectly perfect. My nipples are just the perfect size, and my thighs… damn, they seem to align just enough, not touching, forming the slightest gap into my smooth, clean shaven pussy. Normally while I stand naked, I see things I do not like. But today, well today is different.
I can still feel the cool wetness of my pussy lingering from my dream. I can remember how badly I wanted to taste that pussy when I was… well, when I was not myself.
My mouth begins to water, just from the thought it. As I gaze into the mirror, the vividness of my dream becomes apparent. And the moments building up to blowing cum into my own throat was nearly overwhelming. At this point I’m now touching myself. At this point I no longer care how weird the sensation was, there was simply too much intrigue to not indulge. My left hand massaging my left breast, twisting my nipple just enough, my right was dipping into the somewhat sticky leftovers from my nap. A little cool, yet still consisting enough lubricant to make my clit erect. My little nodule perked-up, I felt the rest of my pussy fill with warmth. I could smell myself. The heat coming from my pussy was insane, I could feel my juices begin to seep, mixing with my nearly dried cum from a few moments ago.
I had never tasted cum before, neither a man or a woman’s… all I could feel was the sensation from my dream - needing to taste that pussy … my pussy. How wet that pussy must have been while her mouth was full of cock… my mouth. Begging for pulse after pulse of hot cum to fill my throat, forcing me to become overwhelmed - pouring hot semen across my chin and chest before the final thrust into my face.
I refocus into the mirror - my fingers now knuckle deep into myself… Im so horny and aroused, my hand has become pooled with my juices. Without thought or care, my fingers draw up my abdomen, past my breasts, and touch my lips- passing the barrier onto my tongue. I tasted, well... not bad. I tasted like a pussy that had been worked over. Slightly sweet with a hint of perspiration. I kinda liked it.
“Dinner Time!!” My mother bellowed from the bottom floor.
I collected myself, put on some pajamas, and headed downstairs.
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“Dinner in the family room?” I asked, as this is a rare occurrence. Never have we been allowed to have dinner in the living room.
“Honey, I just need to relax, and do not want to have to deal with a formal meal tonight”. Her words were slurred but comprehensible.
The dinner - seemingly of non-importance.
But my mother…laying across the L-shaped couch, still remained in her work attire. A professional blouse and just-above the knee skirt, nothing sexy, but just enough to make the middle-aged man wonder. For as long as I’ve been aware, she wore full pantyhose, the kind that wrap up to the stomach, something I wouldn’t be caught dead in. I only took notice this time as, once she had finished dinner, she laid down across the couch, legs facing me. It was very apparent she has upgraded to thigh-high leggings. Her legs were always her best attribute, long, toned, and just perfectly proportionate to the rest of her. Being the good daughter I was, I rubbed her calves, as she had been in heels all day, and her legs always begged for attention.
As I rubbed, I could feel the tingling between my legs, the watering of my mouth. I could taste myself with each exhale of my heightened breath. “What is with my fucking mind!” I think to myself violently! How can I be thinking of what my pussy tastes like while I rub my mother's legs? I quietly protest.
Does she taste like me? I wonder horribly.
Does she shave her pussy like I do? Inquisitively.
She is older… so, would her thighs be soft against my face? If I were to get that close?
What would she smell like? I wonder if she has just enough pussy hair, to rest my nose against while I touched my tongue to her clit… would it swell like mine? Would she flow enough that I could feel her cum drain onto my tongue? Smear over face?...
Jesus?!?
WTF? What Have I become?
At this point, my rubbing of her calf has evolved to her foot softly bouncing on my lower abdomen with each squeeze of my palm. I shift my hand up to the back of her knee… she lets out a soft moan, while simultaneously putting pressure on my very suspecting clit with her heal. I can feel my wetness drip down my ass, my legs up on the ottoman, and my mother now foot fucking my twat unsuspectingly.
Engulfed in my own erotica, I gently move up her thigh, massaging the cusp of were her nylons grip her skin, causing the slight ripple on her thigh. The skin is soft and smooth. A little loose as any 47 years old thigh would be. I loosed one of my hands to touch my own thigh in comparison. Mine being tight, with little extra to be felt. Hers was mature, I could feel the malleability in my palm, my mother's thighs had a lifetime of use, experience in those thighs I could only imagine. I pushed against myself through my pajamas, now a very apparent wet spot being felt through. The taste of my own pussy completely ruining my judgement, I now need to know what my mother tastes like.
With her one leg behind me, and the other in my lap as I work all of the days frustrations out, I reach towards her middle. Rubbing the inner thigh, just shy of what would have been the crest of her panty line, if she had been wearing them. My mother's eyes remained closed, only slight moans leaving her lips as I reach closer towards her center. To the side of her, a half empty bottle of absolute - she is nearly passed out.
I swipe my finger across her pussy lips as I grip the last bit of thigh remaining… nothing from her. My mother is wet, even though she seems without care, her body is in sync with mine.
Should I stop? She is clearly gone… (I think to myself)
Could I taste her without her knowing? Would she care if she woke up?
My mind is going a million miles an hour, my blood boiling in anticipation of what to do, salivating beyond control-imagining tasting another woman's pussy.
With her legs already separated, I slowly lean in, as not to wake her.
I get just close enough to smell the ever so slight glistened twat that lies between my drunken mothers thighs. It smells much like mine but a little different. I can nearly smell the warmth that’s breathing from her cunt. My pussy is absolutely swollen now, I am centimeters from tasting the impossible, nearly cumming myself without aid, I softly touch my tongue to the bottom of her pussy. There was a visible white creamy buildup… just about to drip down her taint that I managed to gather between my lips. A small string of cum stretched out, and snapped as I pulled back to fully examine her juices. Fuck… she tastes amazing… a hint of sweet, yet not. Her cum was thick, it took some time to work it around my mouth before it fully broke down and I couldn’t feel it anymore. I went down for more.
This time, I stuck my tongue in a little deeper, digging for my mother's nectar, sticking it in as far as I could, rolling my tongue to collect as much cum as I could, in case it were my last taste.
Only slightly breathless moans leaving my mother's lips the entire time. She was effectively out for the evening.
The third approach into her delicious twat - I noticed that just below, was her tight caramel ass-hole while her pussy pulsed ever so slightly with pleasure. Her ass cheeks masking the revelation until now…
Now I'm intrigued even further. With every lap of my tongue on her pussy, after I pulled up passed the clit - her buttocks released in tension, and there revealed her tightly wound ass hole.
I needed that.
I leaned back a little… “mommy?”
“Mommy - wake up!”
Nothing.
So I pushed back on her thighs which opened up her ass to me. I drug my tongue from the top of her clit - thru to her taint- and across her ass hole. I don’t know why, but the thought of eating my mothers ass opening up a realm of vulnerability that I never believed to be possible. I pushed my finger in a little. Then a little more, sunk into the second knuckle - then twisting it around - mixing her cum as lubricant into the tight caramel abyss. I forced my tongue in as far as I could. There was a slight tingle mixed with a metallic sugar from the cum being forced into her tight hole. I thought what might be like to fuck her hole. If I was able to, what it would feel like to fill her ass with a cock, my tongue could never replace a swollen cock (i thought)... though I tried. One finger became two… thee was attempted, but then my tongue just leaped in digging further then before.
Without a thought, I shed my pajamas and squatted down on her. Mom was fucking out, and I was seconds from bursting. I opened her ass and rested my pussy on it. That’s right, I was fucking my mothers ass hole. My cum slid across, spreading my lips against her hole. I felt like I was another person, sex crazed, I just kept grinding against her, as my pussy bulged and my cum seeped - I would break and push it into her hole with my fingers and mouth, my face smeared with cum, my pussy gyrating in ecstasy, I came… OMG did I cum, my pussy juice gushed down my mothers ass and onto the couch.
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***Keys at the front door…***
