Part Two

When Mom came home from work that day, she didn’t give any sign that she had had my cum for breakfast that morning. She just greeted me a little more warmly than usual, and her kiss was different — not like before. Normally she would give me a quick peck on the cheek and go change, but today she kissed me on the lips, lingering just a little longer than necessary. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but I still took it as a good sign: she had never kissed me on the lips before.

On the second night, I went to bed first, taking my usual side. Before that, I had washed thoroughly and changed my underwear — the previous pair was stained thanks to Mom’s efforts. Mom quietly walked past me, rustled with her clothes, and then everything went silent. A minute later I turned to look at her. Mom was lying on her side, facing away from me. Her nightgown had ridden up, and I could see the edge of her white lace panties.

I lay there and watched. Just watched and imagined… My cock quickly filled with blood and soon stood at full attention, straining against the fabric of my boxers. I squeezed it through the material and gently stroked it, barely daring to breathe.

What the hell, I thought, and quickly pulled my boxers down, kicking them off impatiently. Nothing terrible will happen if Mom notices me jerking off to her. After she sucked me off, this is the least of our problems.

What a pleasure it was to lie next to Mom — completely naked — and stroke myself while looking at her body, barely hidden by that thin negligee!

Mom didn’t react at all. I couldn’t even tell if she had already fallen asleep or not. So I reached out and carefully pulled the hem of her nightgown upward. Her white thighs and surprisingly slim waist came into view — remarkably well-preserved for a woman her age. I moved a little closer and touched Mom’s ass with my palm — the part not covered by her panties. It felt incredible! Soft yet firm, so warm and desirable that I grew bolder and ran my finger along the cleft between her cheeks, hidden beneath the underwear. It was even hotter there, or maybe my imagination was running wild — I wasn’t sure.

I began slowly sliding my middle finger along Mom’s crotch, right over the fabric of her panties, ready to pull my hand back at any second. Mom still didn’t react, but I knew she wasn’t asleep. First, her breathing had become faster, and second, the fabric of her panties was quickly growing damp under my finger. I moved even closer to her until our bodies were almost touching. I stroked her bare arm and felt… her trembling!

I froze, unsure what to do next. I touched my cock — it was already leaking, and I had slightly wet the sheet. I carefully pulled at the strap of her negligee: Mom’s breast gradually became exposed until it was completely bare. I propped myself up on my elbow and admired its perfect shape: her full breasts lay against each other, her nipples hard and quivering slightly in time with her breathing.

Unable to resist any longer, I reached out and placed my hand on Mom’s bare breast. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid she could hear it. I gently squeezed her breast, catching the nipple between my fingers and playing with it — rolling it, pinching the little peak, then stroking the areola around it. Mom let out a soft moan — or was I imagining it?

I started kneading her breast more firmly, pressing myself close against her. My rapid breathing was right next to her ear. I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck. Then I began covering everything I could reach with light kisses. Mom moaned aloud and pressed her ass back against my crotch. My hard cock nestled between her cheeks. Then, as if suddenly coming to her senses, Mom quickly pulled away.

“No, son,” she said hoarsely, without turning around, and removed my hand from her breast. I barely caught her words: “This is wrong! We can’t do this. Go back to your side of the bed.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, arching my hips so that the hot head of my cock pressed against her crotch.

She shivered but didn’t pull away. It was the only place where our bodies were touching right now, but it was the best and most desirable place of all.

“You know perfectly well what’s wrong.”

“I think, Mom, that this morning you had a very different opinion about it.”

Mom pushed herself up on her elbows and turned around. Her eyes were wide with horror.

“So you saw everything?!”

“I saw it, but that’s not the main thing,” I said, moving closer so my cock was once again between her thighs. “The main thing is what I felt.”

Mom let out a groan and fell back onto the pillow, turning away. The trembling in her body grew stronger. I pulled her toward me by the hips and began slowly sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. Mom’s panties were already soaked with arousal.

“Of course, I don’t have as much sexual experience as you,” I continued, not stopping my slow movements, “but no girl has ever sucked me like that! There was so much love and tenderness in your touch that I would give anything in the world to feel it again… But right now I want something else. Something you can give me right now, if you want to.”

Mom didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away either. Her breathing was uneven, and her back trembled with small shivers.

“I love you, Mom,” I said. “I have no one else in this world but you! No one at all… Do you love me, Mom?”

Mom froze for a moment, then with one quick movement she pulled off her soaked panties and tossed them into the darkness of the bedroom.

“Oh God, my boy… of course I love you!” She pressed her hips back against me. “To hell with all these prejudices! I love you, son… And you — love me… Fuck it all! Yes, I want you, son. I want you as a man.”

She shifted her hips, and a moment later my cock was nestled between her thighs. God, it was so wet and hot there! I grabbed Mom’s hips with both hands and started thrusting, trying to find her entrance. Mom quickly lifted one leg, opening herself wider, and I felt her impatient hand guide my cock.

She directed it exactly where it needed to go — to the center of life, the very source of all her desire.

I slowly pushed my hips forward, sinking into her warm, tight heaven. I wanted so badly to keep going deeper and deeper, further and further… But my groin finally pressed against her ass, my balls bathed in sticky heat, and I began the slow withdrawal.

Stop, moment, you are beautiful!

Mom reached back and grabbed my hips, pulling me tighter against her.

“Come on, son, don’t stop!” I felt her hips pushing back to meet me. “There’s no turning back now — love your mommy!”

I increased my rhythm, and our union began to resemble a typical porn scene: with moans, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, and the obscene movements of a woman’s hips eagerly meeting every thrust. Mom moved against me so smoothly, so gracefully, trying to take my cock as deep as possible, that I honestly couldn’t tell what gave me more pleasure — the physical sensation of being inside my mother, or watching this incredibly erotic woman completely surrendering to carnal pleasure.

“Mom, I’m going to come!” I didn’t even rasp — I croaked, my throat was so dry.

I felt that familiar tingling in the head of my cock — the kind that meant orgasm was coming fast and hard. My thrusts into Mom’s pussy became stronger and more confident.

“Come on, baby, I’m almost there too!” Mom answered in a breathless but beloved voice.

“Where? Where can I…?” I had no strength left to hold back. Without waiting for an answer, I started coming deep inside her, pulling her hips hard against me until I was buried to the hilt.

Mom moaned loudly and pushed her ass back, grinding it against my groin. Her movement said more than words ever could. I shuddered in waves of pleasure, pressed tightly against her ass, my hands cupping her full breasts. It felt like we had merged into one.

“Wait… wait… don’t pull out yet,” Mom whispered, grabbing my hands that were holding her breasts and continuing to move slowly on my cock. “Just a little more… just a little more… I need a bit more time, son…”

And then she screamed and somehow shrank all over. Her body was seized by small, powerful spasms, and I felt her vaginal muscles contracting — squeezing my cock tightly, then releasing it, as if Mom was determined to milk every last drop out of me.

We lay like that for about a minute, tightly embraced, merged into a single organism. Our breathing gradually slowed and returned to normal. I was soaked with sweat from head to toe. Drops of sweat ran down my neck and stomach, forming thin streams that tickled my wet skin… Then my cock softened and slipped out of Mom’s pussy.

I fell onto my back and put my hands behind my head. It felt so good that I didn’t want anything else. A smile wandered across my face, and I understood that our world — mine and Mom’s — had changed forever. Mom stretched her arms above her head and arched her back with a sweet sigh; a smile played on her face too. She turned toward me and began covering my sweaty body with quick, licking kisses.

She got on all fours in front of me, raising her hips high, and started kissing her way lower and lower… Soon my cock, which had been resting against my thigh, was once again in paradise. Mom took it in her hands and gently licked off the remnants of my cum and her own juices, not forgetting to pay attention to my sticky balls and spent sack. I was in seventh heaven: I was now legitimately watching my own mother clean me after making love.

“You know, David, I have to confess something to you,” Mom looked at me slyly, stroking my wrinkled dignity, “even your dad never managed to do it so sweetly…” She hesitated for a second, choosing her words, then finished: “To fuck me! You’re just my miracle, my love…”

“Maybe it just seems that way because you haven’t had it for a long time?” I asked, not daring to name things directly.

Mom smiled and shook her head. Then she tenderly kissed my spent cock.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, getting up. “You rest. I already washed you. I love you.”

While Mom was in the shower, I have to admit — I fell asleep. The emotional intensity must have been too much, and I simply passed out… or maybe because I had come so hard, I don’t know. I woke up in the middle of the night because I needed to use the bathroom. Sleepily stumbling toward the toilet, tripping over renovation materials scattered around and cursing under my breath, I finally reached it. While I was there, I remembered how the previous day had ended. It had been incredible!

When I returned to the bedroom, the first thing I did was look at Mom sleeping. The room was bathed in moonlight, and Mom looked unreal — like a moon fairy who had descended from the heavens to bestow her love upon me. She was lying on her back with her head turned to the side, sleeping peacefully. Her breasts rose and fell steadily beneath the thin negligee. Her thighs were slightly parted, and between them I could see her smoothly shaved mound with a dark little slit in the middle. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

I wanted so badly to touch it, to kiss it, to breathe in the scent of her body, that without even thinking about the consequences, I carefully moved one of Mom’s legs aside and lay down between them with my head. The beloved, desired scent of a woman’s body hit my nose, and I quickly brought my lips to hers and kissed them — first the outer lips, then, parting them with my tongue, the inner ones. I ran my tongue from the warm ring of her anus all the way up to the little mound at the top, where the main source of pleasure was hidden.

Mom moaned and spread her thighs wider, bending her knees. I gave her pussy a deep, wet kiss, when suddenly she took my head in her hands and guided me to the inner part of her thighs.

“Start here first, son,” I heard her hot whisper. “Then move to the main spot. Kiss around my pussy lips, slowly getting closer to the center of pleasure… I’ll show you.”

I licked and kissed Mom’s body exactly where she directed me with her skilled hand, obediently following every desire she voiced with shameless persistence, as if she wanted to turn me into the best lover possible.

“Now use your tongue right here… and here… I’ll spread it with my fingers, and you lick… Yes, like that… Just like that… Now take them into your mouth, fill it with saliva and my juices, and suck gently, like a juicy peach… Yesss! That’s it, son, you’re doing it right… Now make your tongue straight and firm, and push it inside… Deeper… Deeper… Yes, your nose is pressing against my clit — that’s fine, it’s normal. Now lick it with just the tip… Make your tongue pointed and lick… Now make it soft and wet, yes, around it… More… More… Now slide a finger deep inside, as deep as you can… Yes… Yes… Now two fingers, even deeper… That’s it… That’s it… Curl your fingers upward and press with the pads… Yes, right there… Feel how rough it is inside… Yesss! Harder… Harder! Harder, fuck your mother!!! Oh, sorry… Wait, son…”

Mom pulled her legs up to her chest, holding them with her hands, and spread them wide apart. Before me glistened the open entrance to heavenly pleasure. Mom nodded impatiently at her exposed anus and whispered:

“Now use your tongue there… First lick around the ring, soften the entrance to relax the muscles, then push your firm tongue inside… Yes, like that… Like that… Move it in and out… Yesss! Now slide a finger in there too… Yesss!.. Son, I love you so much… More… More… It feels so good, baby… Now come to me… Love me…”

Mom pulled me on top of her, lowering her legs to the sides. I lay over her, supporting myself on my elbows. My cock was rock-hard, even though I hadn’t touched it while licking her.

“Oh God, I’ve gotten you all messy…” Mom whispered, covering my face with kisses. “Give me your lips… give me your tongue… give me all of you…”

Mom captured my lips in a passionate kiss, pressing her lower belly against my erection. She reached down, took my cock in her hand, and began rubbing the head along her wet pussy lips — sometimes dipping it inside, then pulling it back out.

“Davie, I can’t wait any longer!” she whispered into my mouth, never breaking the kiss. “You’re ready, aren’t you? You want it, don’t you? I’m putting it in, son… I’m putting it in… Yesss… Mmm…”

I felt the head slowly enter Mom’s pussy, and I pushed forward to meet it. Mom answered with a matching movement of her hips, and we began rocking together on the boat of love. Unlike our first frantic fuck in the evening, this time we weren’t just fucking — we were making real love.

I lay between Mom’s spread thighs and thrust deep inside her, sometimes hitting a spot that made her moan louder and kiss me harder. We kissed without stopping, only breaking for a moment so I could suck on her nipples and she could catch her breath. Mom gripped my ass tightly with both hands, helping me drive even deeper into her…

This time Mom came first. She moaned loudly and clutched me tightly, biting down on my lower lip. She gasped and shuddered convulsively, grinding her pussy hard against the cock buried inside her. It lasted almost a full minute. Then her body went limp, her thighs fell open, and she wrapped her arms around my head, covering my face and lips with quick, frantic kisses.

“Davie, forgive your mom! I couldn’t wait for you… I came first… Forgive me, I’m such a shit, but… it felt so good, the way you were moving inside me, I just couldn’t hold back… My womb is saying thank you!”

I felt like the king of the world. A real man, whose most beloved woman on earth — his own mother — was trembling beneath him in orgasm. It was an incredible feeling, knowing I could make her body convulse with pleasure. I felt like the ruler of the universe. My cock, burning like hot metal, ached to release deep inside…

“I want to come in your mouth,” I said, pulling away from her hot kisses.

“Yes, Davie! Of course, my sweet boy! Come to Mommy!”

Mom pulled me up until I was straddling her stomach. She squeezed her breasts together, first spitting into the valley between them. I slid my cock between her soft, warm tits with pleasure, noticing how devotedly she looked up into my eyes. I started thrusting deeper, gradually bringing the head closer to her face. Finally, she let go of her breasts, grabbed my hips with both hands, and took my cock into her mouth — burning with lust and desire.

Kneeling above her, I held the back of her head, controlling the depth, and began fucking her mouth with long, powerful strokes. Mom took it eagerly, even when she gagged. I drove my cock all the way in until her nose pressed against my groin and held it there for several seconds. Strangely, in that moment I no longer saw her as my beloved mother. Beneath me, eagerly swallowing my cock and drooling, was a real whore. I could see it in her wide, glassy eyes. It was as if a true slut was fulfilling her client’s every desire.

I reached back and slapped her spread-open pussy. It was dripping wet. Mom immediately lifted her hips, trying to catch my hand. For some reason her reaction excited me so much that I felt my orgasm approaching. Mom sensed it too. She spread my ass cheeks and gently pushed a finger into my anus, moving it deeper, stroking the inside with her fingertip, searching for…

What the…! I thought, but the thought never finished. The pleasure inside me became so intense that I didn’t just come in her mouth — it felt like I was erupting like Niagara Falls. I froze with my cock deep in her throat as Mom swallowed everything I gave her, milking me with expert throat movements… In the end, my entire cock disappeared into her mouth, and she didn’t let go, using her throat to squeeze out the last drops of my pleasure…