Falling in Love with Mom, sex stories, How do you fall in love with your own Mother? Speaking for myself, it didn’t take much of an effort. Ever since I can remember it has always been Mom and me. I didn’t know my father and didn’t have the slightest interest in finding out about him. Sure we had grandma, but once grandpa bought the farm, she moved to a retirement home in sunny Florida and we only saw her once or twice a year.
I never asked my Mother about my father. I knew she had been hurt by him and I didn’t want her to relive the memories. The story I gleaned from grandma was that he had convinced Mom that he loved her and he had promised marriage. Then when he found out Mom was pregnant with me, he disappeared.
Mom worked for a mid-sized national accounting firm. I was proud of her – finishing college while changing my diapers was no mean feat. She was always there for me, be it the lame plays I was in when I was a kid, or coming to watch my baseball games. The firm she worked for had a competitive environment, and I was sure she could have risen to the top had she not dedicated so much of her time to me. Coming home on time instead of working late, taking her vacation time so we could go around the country, spending the weekends with me instead of going to the office, all probably caused her to lose out on a few promotions. I did love her to bits for sacrificing so much for me.
I used to be waiting for her when she came home from work. By that time I had done my homework. The spare time I had, I used to help around the house. By that I mean doing the laundry, mowing the lawn or keeping everything neat and tidy. I loved her unconditionally and I really wanted to show how much I appreciated her. I was the model son – I don’t think I had ever given her a reason to raise her voice at me.
Mom would come home in the evening and the first thing she would do was give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I would return the hug, loving the feel of her soft, warm body against mine. With that done, she would walk upstairs to her bedroom, asking me about my day and telling me about hers, and I would follow her like a lovesick puppy. And then she would strip for me.
Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m sure when it first started it was innocent and harmless. I used to be in her bedroom, and she had to change out of the clothes she wore to work. And since we were already in the middle of a conversation it didn’t make sense for her to ask me to leave.
She had a large mirror on one of the walls, with the dresser next to it. She would make sure to always turn away from me as she undressed. Now I was a red-blooded male, and it didn’t take me long to realize I was getting the show of my life in the mirror. I’m sure she knew I was watching her, but she never did say anything, she just kept our conversation going. I also tried to act as normal as I could while watching my gorgeous Mother take off her clothes.
First she would unbutton her blouse. Her breasts, hidden by her bra, would be revealed for my hungry eyes. They were big and firm. On her small frame they looked absolutely spectacular. I used to cherish the days she would wear a slightly smaller bra, which caused her tits to almost spill out, creating a deep ‘V’ of cleavage.
Then she would unzip her skirt. I never quite knew where to look at that moment. She would swing and wiggle her hips to try and get the skirt to drop her down. This caused her delightfully saucy butt and her tits to jiggle simultaneously, so I was always trying my best to soak in both of them.
Once down to her underwear, she would sit in front of the dresser and brush her hair. Occasionally, she would apply some cream to her legs and arms. All the while she would keep up our conversation. I used this time to study her. Her flawless complexion. Her lustrous brown hair. The pretty face with her cute little button nose. Her generous breasts which I yearned to touch and her cleavage where I wished to bury my face.
And while she would be brushing her hair, Mom would always be looking in the mirror, right back at me. Inevitably, once I was done checking her out, I would move my eyes up and our eyes would meet. I would blush a deep crimson at having been caught, but I never would break eye contact with her. I thought she was gorgeous, and while I was embarrassed, I wasn’t ashamed at being caught looking at her; I did not want to apologize. And she never did say anything. She would smile, and I would find myself smiling too.
She would proceed to her closet, where she would take out one of her gowns. Putting it one, she would turn away from me, and once hidden from my prying eyes, she would reach behind her back and unhook her bra, discarding it on the bed. Then, she would pull the gown close and turn towards me with a bright smile. Ruffling my hair, she would tell me that she was going to get started on dinner and to meet her downstairs in fifteen.
I would use this time to scurry to my room and masturbate.
When I joined her downstairs for dinner, we would continue talking. Me about school or my teachers. She about her work or her friends. The new gaming console I wanted to buy. The new book she wants to read.
After dinner, I would help her clear away the dishes. She would thank me and we would walk upstairs. Then once we reached the top of the stairs, she would draw me into a warm hug and gently kiss me goodnight on the cheek. As she whispered in my ear how much she loved me, I would revel in the comforting warmth and softness of her breasts, separated from me by only her thin gown. I would gaze at her longingly and lovingly, and then she’d go into her bedroom and I would retreat into mine, proceeding to furiously masturbate again to my thoughts and fantasies of Mom. I never felt any guilt; I never felt like I was doing anything wrong in thinking of my Mother in such a way. Yes, I did know that most sons don’t think of their mothers like this, but I loved her, and I knew she loved me. Maybe not in the way I did, but it was something.
And to quote an oft repeated phrase, “how can love be wrong?”
Some things change as time passes. I grew taller and my body filled out and got some definition. I didn’t play any sport, but jogging in the morning and an occasional trip to the gym kept me in pretty good shape. Once finished with school, I enrolled for part-time classes at the local college and started working part-time at a small financial advisory firm. The hours were easy but the work was challenging, yet I didn’t find it too tough. I guess I got the gift of numbers from Mom.
In my eyes, the passing years had made Mom even more beautiful than ever. She had let her dark brown hair grow a bit longer, so it now fell just below her shoulder instead of just above. She was still the same 5’2″ – about a foot shorter than me – but had gained a few pounds. Nothing too extreme, and even though she would often whine and complain to me that she needed to lose some weight, I thought those extra pounds made her look even more desirable and sexy. They seemed to have gone to her chest, and I swear her breasts looked even bigger than they had been.
(For the record, I did not know what her cup size was. Even though I was a huge pervert by pretty much any standards – fantasizing about and masturbating to my Mother – I respected her privacy too much to go around snooping in her underwear drawer.)
Some things didn’t change. My twentieth birthday was a few months away, yet I continued living with Mom. I could have moved out to a place of my own had I wanted. I didn’t. We never discussed my moving out; we were both content with the status quo. I don’t think either of us could bear the thought of us not living together.
I had started helping around the house a lot more: doing small repairs, washing and waxing her car, or anything else that the ‘man’ of the house should do. The money I was earning helped. I would often buy small things for Mom: a pair of earrings I saw in the mall – not very expensive – but I knew they would look nice on her, or a large bouquet of flowers, or some Swiss chocolates, just because.
I was actually quite proud of my role in the house. I began to see myself as the man in my Mother’s life. I knew Mom had never dated since she gave birth to me. I guess being abandoned by the prick that is my father had turned her bitter. I didn’t blame her, and I was determined to fill the void in her life.
Secretly, I was glad she didn’t date. I couldn’t bear the thought of Mom being with anyone else. I wanted her all for myself. Selfish? Very. I have to admit, I did go out with a few girls in high school. I did end up losing my virginity to one of them when I was 18, and even though she told me repeatedly how great the sex had been, I felt hollow and empty afterwards. Strangely enough, I felt like I was cheating on Mom. I thought of how she would be alone in bed, probably reading a book and waiting for me to get home. How could I have abandoned her like that? I swore to myself to always be there for her. Stupid and juvenile maybe, but after that I hardly ever dated in college. Mom was the only girl for me.
Like I said, some things don’t change. Every evening when Mom came home from work, she would find me waiting for her. The huge smile she had for me would make the wait worthwhile. She would give me a hug and a loving kiss. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she would walk upstairs, and I would faithfully follow her up to her bedroom. And as we talked, I would watch her undress.
It was Friday. I was beat and looking forward to some R&R over the weekend. I had a couple of classes in the morning, and then from noon till four-thirty I was at work. I got home just around five.
I didn’t really have much to do so I used the time to take a quick shower and change into a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Then I went into the kitchen and started fixing things up for dinner. While I did help around the house as much as I could, I was clueless in the kitchen and couldn’t boil water to save my life. I took out some chicken from the freezer for Mom to make and then set the table. Oh, and I prepared a simple salad for our dinner and kept it in the fridge. That much I can manage.
At six, I head her car pull into the driveway. She walked into the door and put her purse on the coffee table. Spotting me, she gave me a big smile.
“Hi sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a peck on the cheek. “Boy, am I glad for the weekend. I thought the day would never end.”
“Hi Mom,” I replied, returning her hug and giving her cheek a kiss of my own. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to the weekend too.”
She sighed contentedly and nuzzled her head against my chest. “Come on upstairs then, and tell me about your day. Did you take something out of the freezer for dinner? Chicken? Great.”
Obediently, I followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. She kept chattering about work and I was content to just look and listen.
“That Kim is such a bitch,” she muttered under her breath as she kicked off her heels. I chuckled. She rarely ever used bad language and I always found it hilarious when she swore or cursed around me.
“Language, missy,” I said in the sternest voice I could manage.
She rolled her eyes at me but suppressed a smile as she began unbuttoning her light blue blouse. Very modest, nary a hint of cleavage. Until her bra-enclosed breasts appeared in the mirror, that is. She was wearing a black bra; one of my favorites (though honestly speaking, any bra she wears is my favorite). Nothing too racy or fancy, but it did a remarkable job of pushing her tits together. I hungrily drank in the sight of her cleavage.
With the blouse out of the way, she unbuttoned her skirt – a black conservative piece that reached slightly below her knees. Wiggling her butt, she let it drop to the floor and my attention was directed from her breasts to her ass, enclosed in a matching pair of black panties. Her ass looked delectable. Her legs looked even more delicious. I was as hard as I could ever be.
Mom sat her pretty little butt down near the dresser. Picking up a tissue paper, she began removing the light make-up she had put on in the morning.
“So Danny boy, it’s Friday night. What are your plans? Got a hot date tonight?” she asked.
I forced myself to stop leering at her and looked up. My eyes met hers in the mirror and she was looking right back at me. A small smile lingered around her lips.
“No plans, Mom,” I answered. “Just looking forward to spending some quality time with my favorite gal.”
She sighed as she picked up her hair brush and began running it though her hair. “You really need to get out a bit sweetie. I hardly ever see you with any girls. You can’t stay with your old Mommy for your entire life can you?”
“Why not, Mom? The last twenty odd years have been pretty great, don’t you think? Let’s aim for another twenty. And besides, every girl I’ve met so far at college has been an idiot.”
She put the hair brush down and shook her head rather theatrically, causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully and forcing me to look at them again. “I might have thought you were gay but at least I know that’s not the case,” she said with a grin, meeting my eyes in the mirror. Busted again.
Still smiling, she got up and made her way to the closet and took out her light pink nightgown.
Every other night, EVERY other night, she had turned away from me as she put on her gown and THEN reached behind to unhook her bra. Not tonight.
Facing me, she casually reached behind and unhooked the snaps of her bra. My mouth went dry. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the bra slipped to the floor, baring her naked breasts to me in all their glory.
I’m always hard while I watch my Mother undress, yet over the years, I have learnt enough to keep a small part of my brain functioning in order to be able to make basic conversation. Unfortunately, once I saw her naked tits, the small portion of blood that keeps my brain going abandoned ship and fled down to my cock. I have NEVER been harder or more aroused in my life than at that moment.
Where do I start? How can I even begin to describe how incredible my Mother’s breasts are? I had got brief glimpses over the years but never the full show. Full. Ripe. Supple. Fantastic. Magnificent. Tempting. I used to think they were large, but they were LARGE. Like two generous scoops of vanilla ice-cream. Her areolas were a pinkish-brown. Her nipples were dead centered and I swear I could hear them calling out to me to suck them. A very slight hint of sag, but to me that made them all the more sexier.
I was vaguely aware that Mom was still talking to me. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m pretty sure my heart had stopped beating for those few glorious moments. Maybe I had died and gone to heaven and these were the pearly gates I had heard about. She reached for the gown and put it on.
“Sweetie?” she repeated, pulling her gown close and breaking the spell she had on me.
“Wha ma?” I managed to get out.
“I said could you come downstairs and help me around the kitchen in a bit?”
“Sure Mom,” I managed to croak.
Giving my painfully obvious and painfully aroused cock an amused glance, she walked out to make dinner.
Having heroically managed to subdue my boner, I went downstairs to help Mom with dinner. Well, not really. As I have mentioned, cooking really isn’t my forte, and with the salad done, there really wasn’t much else for me to do. So I just stood in a corner and stared at her as she busied herself around the kitchen. God, I loved her so much it actually hurt.
We kept chatting away as she went about preparing our meal. I’m not really a people person, but it was sooo easy talking to Mom. I really loved telling her about my boring day. I loved listening to her. I loved making her laugh – my heart would jump when I succeeded. I felt that I could – and I did – tell her anything and everything.
Except about my incestuous infatuation of course.
“Soul mates,” I mumbled under my breath during a pause in our conversation.
“What’s that honey?”
“Uh, nothing Mom,” I mumbled rather lamely. How I wished I could tell her how I felt.
She turned around and looked at me, and she still had that small, mysterious smile on her lips. I could have sworn she was reading my mind. She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest, causing my heart to flutter.
“Well, I’m all done here, so why don’t you take out a bottle of wine for us to share over dinner?”
“Really?” I asked, somewhat surprised. I was old enough to drink but had never drank alcohol in her presence.
“Really,” she said. Standing on her tip-toes she gave me a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Hurry up sweetie, don’t keep Mommy waiting,” she said with a small giggle.
Dinner with Mom was always pleasant, but tonight it was even better – I think the wine helped loosen us up even more. I had had hard liquor before, so I didn’t expect a glass of red to affect me much, but it did. Mom too. I think it was that we were so comfortable around each other that the wine just aided and abetted. I knew that neither of us were anywhere close to drunk, but it was fun acting like it and going with the flow.
There was still half a bottle of wine left, so while I cleared the dishes, Mom filled both of our glasses and suggested we move to the couch.
Any physical contact with her was more than welcome and I readily agreed. With our glasses on the side table, Mom snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest. I gently stroked her hair, both of us happily content.
“This feels good,” she whispered.
“I know Mom. I love being with you. I wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.”
She raised her head up from my chest and looked at me. There was a strange expression on her face that I had never seen before.
“Do you really mean that, honey?”
“Of course I do, Mom.”
“Earlier in the evening…you…you said that I was your favorite gal, did you really mean that sweetheart?”
I moved my hand from her hair and gently stroked her cheek. “I do Mom,” I said softly. “You always have been and always will be my favorite girl. You are my life. I love you so much. More than anything else in the world.” I kissed her gently on the top of her head.
“I love you too, sweetheart. You are my everything. I’m never more happier than when I am with you.”
I looked at her with all the love I had for her and I hoped she could see what I felt. And when I looked into her eyes I realized that she did, and that she felt it too.
We were in love. I always knew that I loved her like a man loves a woman. And while I always knew she loved me as a son, it took me the better part of nearly twenty years to realize that she loved me too, like a woman loves a man.
“I love you,” we said at the same time.
We kissed. I cannot blame it on the wine, because I don’t want to and because it would be a lie. I don’t know who initiated it; I like to think we both did simultaneously. Before I knew it she was kissing me with more love and passion that I had ever known or experienced. And I was kissing her back. It was incredible. I had never kissed or been kissed like that. It was hot, wet and loving. There was no hesitation on either of our parts. I had bared my soul, my deepest desire, to her and she reciprocated. There was no going back now.
Tiny electric shocks ran down my body as I felt her tongue touch mine, I moved my hand down and gently yet firmly cupped her breast from above the gown. She moaned into my mouth but never stopped kissing me. I slowly undid her gown until her breasts lay bare for me. I cupped them, feeling their warmth. I marveled at how incredible they felt in my hands. Amazing. Better than I had ever imagined or dreamed. Soft, firm, warm, tender…I cannot describe the feelings coursing through me as my lifelong dream of touching my Mother’s breasts came true. I gently pinched and tugged at her nipples, causing her to moan and giggle into my mouth.
She broke the kiss and looked at me. I recognized the look in her eyes. Longing. Hunger. Desire. The same look I’ve had all these years for her.
Mom reached down and grabbed hold of my hard cock. She gave it a quick squeeze through my shorts and slowly stroked it. I gasped and then moaned. “I don’t know about you sweetie, but I’m tired of waiting,” she said softly. Fuck. Everything I had fantasized about was coming true.
I kissed her again, but did not linger this time. I kissed her throat, sucking on her neck. My target was her chest. I wanted to taste her tits. She ran her hand through my hair, encouraging me and guiding me towards her luscious orbs.
I kissed all over her naked flesh, trying my best to coat every inch with my tongue. Lightly flicking her areola with my tongue, I caught one of her pink nipples in my mouth. I gently started sucking on it.
“Oh yes, my love,” she hissed, “suck on Mommy’s tits. Make Mommy feel good.”
I obliged, loving son that I was. Increasing my pressure on her nipples, I started sucking with more force. I caressed and pinched her other breast with my hand.
“Did you know that you used to suck on my swollen boobies for hours when you were a baby?” she asked dreamily. “Oh God, Danny, you used to spend hours on them nursing away until you had sucked them dry. It always used to make me so hot and horny. You’ve always made Mommy feel so good darling. I love you, Danny.”
“I love you too, Mom.” She smiled and kissed me. Keeping her lips on mine, she slowly lowered my shorts down until my cock sprang out. She gasped. I’m not freakishly huge, just slightly above average, but she seemed very pleased with what she saw.
“My baby boy has really grown up, hasn’t he?” Mom murmured as she gazed up at me and slowly started stroking me.
“What kind of a Mother would I be,” she asked almost to herself, “if I took my baby boy’s cock in my mouth?” She looked up at me. I could see the desire but there was also some hesitation. “You do realize there is no going back after this, don’t you sweetie? Things will change. I know how much you want me. I’ve always known. And I want you too. But if things get screwed up, we can never go back to just being Mom-Son.”
I kissed the top of her head and gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Mom. I love you too much to hurt you. But for what it’s worth, you will never lose me. I’ll always be yours.”
She smiled as though I had given the right answer. Leaning down, she gave my cock a light kiss.
“You’re the first guy I’ve ever done this for, honey,” she said. “And you’ll be my last.”
Before my brain could even start working on comprehending her words, she took my cock down her warm mouth. And my brain exploded. I had NEVER felt this much pleasure. It was almost too much for me to bear. I clutched the couch. My toes curled up. I gasped for air. All the while my Mother kept sucking my cock.
“Oh god, Mom, this feels so good,” I gasped. “I love you so much.”
She looked up at me, clearly pleased at the effect she had on me and my reaction. She started bobbing her head up and down my shaft, keeping her eyes on me, watching me. Working her tongue down my shaft. Always keeping a gentle suction around my cock head. Never letting go for a moment. She happily hummed around my cock, increasing the pleasure I felt. It felt fucking incredible and I knew that I wasn’t going to last long.
“Mom, I’m going to cum,” I said, running my hands through her hair, to try and lift her mouth from my dick. I knew some women did not like swallowing, and if this really was Mom’s first time giving a blowjob, I wanted to let her know that it was okay if she stopped right now and used her hand to get me off. She didn’t.
She kept looking right at me as the cum rose from my balls and shot out of my cockhead with an incredible force. I groaned loudly as I shots wads of my spunk into her waiting mouth. I could feel her swallowing and that turned me on even more, causing my orgasm to prolong. I gasped for breath as Mom sucked the last dregs of cum from my cock. Spent, I lay there passively, while Mom cleaned up my cock. Once done, she gave me a smile and a mischievous wink.
Wiping the remnants of my seed from the corner of her mouth, she made to get up. I reached out and pulled her towards me. Surprising her, and myself, I kissed her passionately. I don’t think she was expecting me to kiss her, given that her mouth still tasted of my cum, and frankly speaking, had it been anyone else I probably wouldn’t have done it. But damn, this was Mom! She had just finished sucking me off and swallowing! I had to show her how much I appreciated it. She was taken aback for a couple of moments and just let me explore her mouth with my tongue, but then I could feel her smile and she kissed me back.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby,” she whispered huskily, breaking the kiss. “Let’s go to my room.”
I nodded, but I had a slightly different idea of how we would be getting there. Getting up, I scooped her in my arms; she squealed and laughed in delight as I carried her up the stairs.
“My baby boy has become so big and strong,” she whispered reverently, almost to herself.
I smiled and paused at her doorway to give her a wet kiss. She laughed as I walked up to her bed and gently laid my sweetheart down. She slipped off her robe so now all that remained were her black panties. Smiling, she lay back on the bed, and beckoned me.
“Take off my panties, Daniel.”
Hands trembling, I reached for the waistband. Then with a quick motion, I pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. I was delighted to note that her panties nice and wet for me. I could smell her womanly arousal in the air.
My Mother was naked in front of me. Unfuckingbelievable. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and I could see her vaginal opening. My Mother. All for me. She actually wanted me to make love to her. And do so much more.
“Mmm, honey, I think you’re a bit overdressed for what we’re about to do,” she said with a laugh.
I chuckled and pulled off my shirt. I was now completely naked in front of my Mother. She ran her eyes appreciatively over my body.
I leaned over her and gave her a quick kiss. Then I moved down towards her pussy. I tenderly kissed her inner thigh, inhaling her rich scent. As I moved my face closer to her pussy, Mom asked me what I was doing.
“I’m returning the favor Mom. I’m showing you how much your baby boy loves you.”
She gasped in surprise and pleasure as I began licking her pussy. I wasn’t an expert or anything, but I went with my instinct and it seemed to be working well. She tasted delicious. I listened to her moans and gasps to try and figure out what she liked. Sucking on her clit seemed to get the most reaction out of her, so I concentrated on kissing and nibbling away at it, while lapping away at her juices. Mom’s breathing became heavier and her moans increased and I knew she was close. I increased my efforts on her pussy and she suddenly went rigid, a low moan emanating from her. My face was rewarded with a flow of her lady cum around my face.
I kept kissing and stroking around her sensitive pussy until she had calmed down. Then I moved up and kissed her on the lips. Mom was looking a bit wide-eyed, but was smiling.
“That was incredible honey. Thank you so much.”
I smiled and kissed her again. My cock was now positioned just above her opening. I could feel her wetness. We were close, very close. Our noses were touching. And she was looking at me.
“Mom, do you want me to use a condom?” I asked.
“I’m not on birth control honey,” she said. “There was no point you see. But now…honey, I want to feel you inside me. I need you so much darling. But if anything happens…” her voice trailed off.
I reached over and kissed her. I looked into her eyes. Even though it was obvious how much she meant to me, I wanted to reaffirm my commitment to her. She had been hurt before and I had sworn that I would never let her get hurt again. I intended to keep that promise.
“I love you,” I said. “I want you to know that I am in this for the long run. This isn’t a one night thing. I want you – I have always wanted you. Yesterday, today and forever. I’ll always be with you Mom. No matter what happens.”
She looked into my eyes and nodded happily. “I love you too, Daniel. Now and forever.”
Our lips met in a kiss and I penetrated my Mother.
I was home.
Our tongues gently caressed.
Our eyes filled with love and happiness.
My cock in my Mother’s cunt. Where I came from. Where I’ve always belonged.
I slowly started increasing my pace as I moved in and out in long, measured strokes. Mom would gasp into my mouth when I pushed all the way in, and sigh when I pulled out.
She broke our kiss and looked into my eyes as I continued pounding away at her hot and wet pussy.
“Oh God babe, you feel so good inside me. You’re making Mommy feel so good,” she gasped as I plunged in and out of her.
“You feel incredible Mom,” I gasped out as I redoubled my efforts. Her pussy felt so hot and tight. I was in heaven. I could feel the cum building up in my balls and I knew I was close.
“I’m gonna cum, honey! You’re going to make Mommy cum.”
“Me too, Mom,” I gasped. “I’m so close. Can I cum inside you Mom? Please let me cum inside you.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around me. “Always,” she hissed into my ear. “You’re always going to cum inside me…”
With one final thrust I pushed as deep inside her as I could be as I shot my load.
I collapsed on top of her after what can only be described as the biggest orgasm of my life. We were both gasping for breath; her vaginal muscles were still squeezing my softening cock, trying to milk out the last remnants of my cum. We kissed as we hugged and embraced. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The morning after
I felt Mom stir beside me. Her gorgeous butt had been pushing against my erection. Mom turned around looking sleepy, but flashed me one of her brilliant smiles. “Good morning baby. Last night was incredible, wasn’t it?”
I lightly kissed her neck in response. She felt so good. Delicious and warm. I slowly started planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck. She moaned sweetly as I planted my lips on her throat.
“Oh god, baby,” she gasped.
I rubbed her belly tenderly, then I let my fingers drift downwards. She caught her breath sharply as my fingers dug lower, towards her warm, inviting womanhood.
I lightly circled my fingers around her hot and inviting pussy. I could feel her getting wetter with each passing second.
“I love you so much, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you again.”
“Oh yes darling,” she hissed. “I’m all yours”
Smiling, I moved towards her breasts. I took my time, gently nuzzling the exposed flesh with my face and nose, inhaling the wonderful scent – her perfume mixed with her own natural fragrance.
“You feel so good, Mom,” I managed to mutter.
“So incredible,” I whispered. I gently rubbed up and down her warm and slick slit with my fingers. Her breathing quickened and her juices began to flow.
“Stop teasing me, darling,” she managed through ragged breaths. “Be a good boy and suck on Mommy’s breasts,” she said as she pinched her nipples.
With a low growl, I pounced on her meaty tits. I lost control for a while: I was trying to kiss, suck, bite and touch each and every part of her breasts at once. Mom gently ran a finger through my hair, calming me down, before bringing my mouth close to one of her tits.
“That’s it, darling,” she whispered hoarsely. “Suck on Mommy’s titties. You can use your teeth too if you like.”
With an involuntary groan, I obliged, lightly raking my teeth along her erect nipple. Mom gasped in pleasure as I used my teeth to hold her breast in place, while I furiously sucked on her now engorged and puffy nipple. It seemed Mom was also arching up, trying to thrust more of her into my mouth.
“Ooh, yes sweetheart. Suck Mommy’s nipple. Just like you did all those years ago. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Drinking Mommy’s milk again?”
I could only whimper in assent as my fingers moved furiously in and out of her now very wet cunt. Faster and faster. My free hand was pinching her other nipple. Mom’s breathing quickened. I could sense she was close.
“Oh god baby, darling, yes, YES! Make Mommy cum!” she screamed as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. I could feel her wetness flow out her cunt and envelop my hand, and her body jerked upwards involuntarily. Had it not been for my vise like grip on her tits, I am sure she would have bucked me off.
I reduced the intensity of my sucking and gently and lovingly caressed her pussy. Gradually her breathing returned to normal, and with a loud ‘pop’ I finally let go of her breast. She continued slowly stroking my hard cock.
“Darling, I told you that I’m not on any sort of birth control, so there is a high chance of me getting pregnant. Are you sure you would be okay with that?”
“Oh yes, Mom, nothing would make me happier than having a baby with you.”
She smiled. “Mmm, I guess that as your Mother I should say that you’re too young to be a father. But then I did have you when I was your age. So it’s not really my place to say anything, is it?”
She opened her legs, showing her inviting cunt, glistening with her juices, ready for me.
“Go on baby,” she giggled. “Stick your hard cock up me if you want to drink milk from my breasts again. We may have succeeded last night but let’s not leave things to chance.”