A mom and son get even closer one odd winter’s night

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I put my arm around her, as we both panted, nearly out of breath. Our hips were still moving slowly, enjoying the moment, our combined secretions keeping us well-lubed. She leaned forward and kissed me lustfully, giggling slightly. “Holy shit,” she intoned, still laughing lowly.

“You took the words outta my mouth.”

“We’re definitely doing that again.” She laid on top of me, as we touched lightly and lingered our hands over each other. The moment was a pure, luxurious, amazing afterglow. Eventually, I softened to the point of slipping out, and she whimpered slightly. She moved halfway off and to my side, playing with my chest.

“I can feel you slowly dripping out of me. It’s so fucking hot.”

“Does your pussy always taste that good?” I asked. It seriously was better than any I had licked up until that point

“I suppose. Lots of guys have commented on it. I don’t do any crazy feminine hygiene routine or anything, I just keep myself clean.”

We paused, touching some more, as I slowly played with her hair. “So…” I began.

“So…” she mirrored.

“No regrets?”

“My only regret will be if we don’t do this again. A lot.”

“Wow.”

“Not what you were expecting to hear out of dear old mommy’s mouth?”

“No Brenda, it isn’t,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her. We locked lips and gently explored each other’s tongues for a few languid moments.

“Good,” she replied. “Get in the shower. You’re a total mess, and I want you clean. I’ll be right behind you.”

I smiled at her, got up, and trudged into the bathroom, where I soaped up and scrubbed my body clean. She passed me getting out, pausing for another passionate kiss before getting in.

We met back in the kitchen, and sat down, pouring another drink as we talked things out. We both were naked, hair still wet from the shower. I felt comfortable, like I had nothing to worry about or hide. Mom spoke about how we needed to keep this in a compartment of its own, not getting affectionate in public beyond what we already did. How we were both free to date people and how we should do so if we wanted to. We should be open about jealousy, and any of our feelings with each other.

After probably an hour of talking and a refill, she went silent suddenly, standing up, then coming over to my chair. She straddled my lap, kissed me, running her hands over my pecs and abs, before wordlessly grabbing my stiffening cock and pumping it to it’s fully hard state. She dropped down to her knees and took me in her mouth, giving me about a minute of tender oral attention, before getting up and holding her hand out. We ended up fucking straight missionary before turning over into a spoon position with me erupting inside her again. It turned out she was crazily multi-orgasmic and I was able to help her to at least a half dozen climaxes or more each round, which was really gratifying and intoxicating given the somewhat tame and self-conscious younger girls I had been with before. In the afterglow, we cuddled and chatted, and she ended up climbing on top of me for another round. I noticed the more we fucked, the more in sync we got, slowly learning the little touches, hip movements, and oral tricks we each liked the most. We showered again, and had a brief and final round, which ended up with me erupting deep in her mouth as the sun slowly peeked through her blinds. She swallowed, hummed appreciatively, and looked in my eyes as she fixed me with that crooked half smile I loved so much. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you for that,” I giggled in reply.

“Trust me, I really love doing it,” she countered. “It’s fun and it really turns me on.” She went over to the blinds and turned the closing rod, drowning out the sun. She walked over to the bed, getting in and pulling the covers up. She kissed me once more passionately, before rolling over and indicating I should spoon into her back. I did, placing her pert ass against my crotch.

“But, right now, I think we need some sleep,” she said tiredly.

“I agree,” I said, stifling a yawn. We laid there in the afterglow, cuddling and content. My mind was lightly racing, wondering what the future was going to bring, but I felt content and at peace.

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