I am in love with my mom – 2

“Oh? And what would that be?” she asked, taking the bait.

“I remember you once telling me how much you enjoyed breast-feeding me,” I told her. “Sort of makes me wish I could experience that again, especially under the circumstances, from an entirely different point of view,” I said grinning wickedly at her.

She laughed at that. “Not very damn likely,” she told me. “For one, I don’t have milk in my tits anymore,” she began. “And two…I’m not sure that it’s very wise for either one of us to entertain certain things again,” she said a bit more seriously.

“So that’s what’s been bothering you then hasn’t it?” I said refusing another bite of toast from her. She looked at me in surprise.

“Hasn’t it been bothering you? Especially now that we’re home?”

“No!” I told her succinctly, adamantly. “It hasn’t, and to be perfectly honest about it, I’ve missed that intimacy we enjoyed and shared with one another, I’ve been thinking about it constantly ever since we got here.”

And I had been. Especially while laying next to her, so close to her breasts, only inches away from actually being able to suck on them had they been exposed. Just the thought of that lengthening my prick.

“See?” I then said, able to at least use my hands well enough now to pull back the sheet by myself. I preferred to be naked for a number of reasons. It made things easier for one in having to use the bedpan, as much as I hated having to do so. But…the upside of that was, I was naked beneath the sheet, and upon tossing back the covering, was able to show her just what I meant by that. My cock was stone, and looked like it too.

She sat there looking at it, her eyes unmoving for a moment, no words coming from her mouth either as she sat there, holding the spoon with oatmeal piled on top of it in mid-air as though she’d just been frozen in place by Medusa.

“Mike,” she finally said, finding her voice.

“Mom,” I said, waggling my cock without the use of my hands. I had to grin inwardly to myself, it was like sitting there, trying to entice her as though having a cobra hypnotically dancing in front of her as I played the flute for it. She sat watching me, saw the purposeful throb that I empowered my own dick to show, making it waggle back and forth again for several moments without the use of my hands.

“How the hell do you make it do that?” she actually asked me, finally putting the spoon back down into the bowl.

“It’s easy. All I have to do is think about you, and imagine what it would be like sucking on those gorgeous tits of yours again.”

Obviously I hadn’t done so since I was actually a baby, but hearing me say that had had some effect on her, I could actually see the small tiny press of her firming nipples against the material of her thin tee shirt right through her bra!

“I don’t know,” she allowed herself to speak aloud, obviously arguing with herself once again.

“And besides, please don’t tell me you’d actually leave me like this…without some kind of relief,” I said softly, waggling my dick back and forth again, feeling the head swell, throb, and then dance for her as I used every muscle at my disposal in accomplishing that.

“No more here than there,” she said, finally reaching up, lifting her tee shirt over her breasts. I said nothing, waiting, hoping.

“Let me suck you,” I said…”while you touch me,” I added. Mom then reached behind, unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts, which now feel wonderfully before my eyes, her hard nipples fully extended, the familiar crinkle of her aroused areola beckoning me towards them. She was within easy reach, and I did so, immediately capturing one of those precious teats within my lips, gingerly and softly sucking it into my mouth. I felt her hand come around the back side of my head, cradling me there, supporting me as I lay there, nursing on her.

“Oh god!” she moaned softly, now holding her own breast within her hand, actually feeding it to me. I continued to suckle on her, my dick now throbbing and wobbling with a mind of its own. Her hand finally came down to wrap itself around me as she slowly began working her magic on my wand, my lips working a magic of their own on her.

Much to my surprise, eventually she slithered down on the bed, lust once again filling her eyes as she captured her breasts within her hands, surrounding my shaft, now using them to further milk me with, pleasuring my shaft as I lay there watching my own mother, masturbating me with those deliciously wonderful, full mature looking breasts of hers.

I was getting closer and closer now, hovering on the edge of climax, my body shaking uncontrollably with the urge and desire to shoot my wad any moment now. Once again sensing my release, she worked those soft beautiful tits of hers even more rapidly up and down my shaft. “Do it!” she then urged me, unashamedly, letting her own needful lust and desire now surface. “Cum on my tits honey, shoot that beautiful hot sticky slick spunk all over mommies titties!”

I hadn’t called her that in years, and it almost sounded funny hearing her say that, but if it was something that for whatever reason had gotten her hot, I was all for it.

“Oh yes! Yes! I want to fucking come all over mommies tits!” I shouted out rapturously, and then felt the first surge of my spunk as it boiled up from my balls, felt the tip of my prick literally explode, and then sat there watching spurt after delicious spurt of my cream as I began bathing her breasts in copious amounts of my never-ending semen.

I sat watching her as she massaged my cream into each one of her breasts, covering them entirely, laughing to herself. “This reminds me, how I used to do this with doses of vitamin E every single day, in order to keep myself from getting too many stretch-marks…that…and saggy titties,” she again giggled. “I guess it sort of helped,” she added, holding them up and together now, examining them, just as I was.