Mother must decide what’s best for her son

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“Mom, ” I said disbelieving. “I was inside you… inside my mother who I love and want… what could be more special than that?” She reached with a wet hand and touched my face as she stretched to kiss me. “Thank you honey” she said.

“I’m glad it was you mom.” I said.

“I’m glad too baby… you make me feel proud that I was your first woman.”

I kneeled; she sat back and I kissed her slippery wet lips. I licked the moisture on them and around them. I kissed her hard and soft and then hard again. The tips of our tongues touched and then mated.

I reached into the warm water and took her buoyant breast into my hand. It was heavy and slick at the same time. As the kiss continued I slid down her shiny belly to the pussy that had been the genesis of my life and my sex life. I massaged and searched for the mysterious point of pleasure. My mother took my finger and pressed it to her clit. She responded strongly as my finger exposed the nub from under the hood.

Her pussy… those are only words… but I had her wet folds between my fingers… I had her sensitive clit at the end of my fingertip… I could feel the walls that my cock had slid against as I explored inside her.

Mom broke the kiss and said, “I don’t know if we should be making this a habit… I don’t think people would approve of what we did.”

“Do you approve mom?” I asked.

“Yes sweetheart … I do… but I just don’t know if this is the best thing right now for you… or for me.”

“Mom,” I asked, “How come you let me… and you didn’t let Paul?”

“I don’t know baby… you made me feel something that I haven’t felt for a long time… you made me feel loved and you made me feel cared for… I still have to sort this all out… ” She gently took my hand from her pussy and kissed it saying “… and until I do… out you go.”

I went to kiss her again and she laughed and said, “Now you be good… you let momma finish her bath and I’ll see you later.” I left with the possibility of having sex with her forever, or possibly never again – and a definite hard-on.

That night mom and I were watching Ken Russell’s Lair of the White Worm. I leaned over and kissed her. She was alert and said, “Oh Tommy I don’t know… ”

I whispered to her, “Just one kiss for the boy who loves you.” She smiled with pursed lips and held up one finger. Our feelings took concrete form in the shape of a kiss. I made the kiss last five minutes and put my hand in her top. Mom helped me along by gently rubbing over my cock. I listened to the up and down sounds of her hand on fabric co-mingle with her soft moans in my mouth. When the kiss ended I said, “Come to my room mom… please… I need to make love to you.”

” Oh Jesus” was all she said as I took her hand and led her from the couch to my bedroom. We left the movie on.

I loved my mother’s tongue. It slid and prodded and played with mine, which is why I kissed her so much. It was restful in her arms and I was more experienced in making out than in making love but I was hoping mom would help equalize the balance. I took her top down and unhooked her bra. I took both tits in my hands and playfully sucked each nipple with a loud popping sound. Mom tapped me on the head with a giggle. She got serious and said in my ear, “Take off your pants and let me suck you.”

I’d been in two girls mouths but never came. The prospect of my cock in my mother’s mouth was exhilarating. I stood before her as she sat on the bed naked from the waist up. She brought me close with her hands behind my ass. Her mouth opened wide as she accepted me. I’d fantasized it before… I once saw a video of a mother taking her son’s cock into her mouth and sucking him until his chalky release was all over her lips and chin; it sent me to the sky. But this was my mother… this was me… and her lips were on my cock… her tongue was on my cock… my mother was sucking me. I had to control myself because I would have come that instant if I had one more thought like that.

I felt as hard as a tire iron in my mother’s mouth as she worked her way up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she pulled back a bit to look up at me and a silver thread of saliva still connected the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock. I was so stiff I couldn’t see straight. I though maybe even my soft contacts had gone hard.

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