Love for my mom

Eventually she did sit up however, though she kept one hand on my breast, slowly and tenderly caressing it, still gently and softly fingering the nipple. She too had made ready for bed, the simple sheer shift she very often wore, the only thing she had on at the moment. The light from the hallway back-lighting her just enough that I could see the silhouette of her body beneath it.

The contours of her breasts, her stomach and the gentle slope of her back. I reached out with my own hand then, memories and images of a time long ago suddenly filling my head. I clasped her breast through the simple shift, cupping it, reveling in the sensation of doing so again after all these years. She moaned. And then I did, and then I sat up and rolled her over onto the bed.

She moaned softly again as I lifted up her shift, exposing her thighs first, surprised upon seeing the smoothness of her pussy, hairless which I hadn’t realized until now. I gazed at her thighs, allowing my eyes to follow the undressing as I now revealed her near flawless breasts. Nipples much like my own, rosy-red, thick, protruding. She was obviously as aroused as I was. I scissored one of them with my fingers, just as she was still doing to me. I then drew in the other, sucking it eagerly, desperately, trying to devour it perhaps like a hungry infant. But her moans once more, telling me of the real pleasure I was giving her at the moment.

My own moans in response to that as I groaned around her nipple now captured within my mouth, the sensation of her fingers, gentle…yet urgent as they toyed, played and continued to finger my aroused, equally hard nipples. I traded back and forth then, paying homage to each one of my mother’s breasts, and then slowly began licking, making my way down her delicate shivering form, lingering briefly at her navel, kissing and licking that. I felt her hands suddenly on my head however, lifting me away from her. Her eyes wide questioning, even as she spoke.

“Rose…”

“Mom,” I said in response to that, attempting to return, begin licking her again, but she held me in place.

“No…wait, we…we need to talk, please Rose…please,” she said urgently, desperately, sounding on the verge of tears now. Reluctantly I sat up, her hand only then moving away from my own breast, though mine remained on hers as I sat there looking down at her, still touching, but now smiling as she smiled back. “We…we really shouldn’t honey,” she said trying to convince herself perhaps, but I wasn’t having any of it…not now.

“It’s too late for that mother,” I said once again trying to sound more adult, more formal again, more in control than she is at the moment. “I’m not letting you get away this time, not ever again,” I amended. I allowed my hand to now travel down where my tongue had been going, brushing her briefly, softly between the legs. I could feel her moisture seeping through, the dampness which greeted the mere tip of a finger as it slid through her furrow. She gasped, even raising her ass off the bed just a little, surprised at the sudden unexpected touch of my hand.

“I won’t be able to say no after this, if we do this…if I allow this,” she said, still holding on to one last desperate plea perhaps in getting me to rethink my own actions. But I knew then, there was no going back…only forward.

“Then don’t,” I said simply, once again leaning forward, and this time, placing my tongue where my fingers had been.

**

Surprisingly, I had only seen my mother naked a handful of times. Usually when we’d both been in a hurry getting ready for work, once or twice laying on her bed watching her while she got ready for one of her “dates” talking to her, though purposely eyeing her, secretly enjoying myself. Fodder material for when masturbating later back then. But here I was now, looking at her nude body, or rather the depths of her cunt, something I hadn’t seen. Not like this anyway. And the fact she was now shaved intrigued me.

She hadn’t before. The sight of her nicely trimmed little bush was what I recalled seeing. Not this. Not this almost prepubescent look that even I didn’t entertain, having fashioned myself after mom’s look. And now…here we were, different again.

“Why’d you do it?” I asked between gentle soft lickings.

Mom’s thoughts elsewhere however.

“Wha…do, do what?” She moaned almost deliriously, especially when I stopped licking her in order to speak again.

“Shave it, shave your pussy. Did you do it…for him?” I suddenly asked about tasting bile, or something like that.

“No,” mom laughed. “Not for him…for Stella.”

“Aunt Stella?” I was surprised upon hearing that, running my tongue from the bottom of her split all the way up towards her clit, just barely grazing it. “Why? When?”

“Because she…” mom moaned as my lips encircled her hard little clitoris, gently sucking it. I stopped.

“Well?”

“Because she prefers it that way,” mom groaned again, hunching her ass upwards as though trying to fuck my face, draw me back into her.

“But I thought you said, you two hadn’t done anything.”

“We hadn’t, she didn’t know yet…it was a surprise.”

“So you’re telling me that I’m sucking this bare pussy before she does.”

“Yes,” mom barely managed as I wormed a finger, and then two inside that super slick passage toying with her, my thumb pressing down on her clit.

“Will you…make me look like you?” I asked her.

“If you want…yes.”

“When?” I asked again, still teasing and tickling her clit. “After I make you cum?” I said teasing her further, enjoying the torture I was putting her through.

“Oh god yes, whatever you want, whenever you want it,” she squirmed violently again, humping upwards against the palm of my hand, grinding herself against it as I merely sat there, fingers buried, thumb encircling and teasing her hard little knot.

“Before you eat me then,” I informed her. “I want my first time with you to be the same as this,” and then leaned forward once more, my lips taking over for my thumb, my tongue now fluttering like a butterfly against the surface of her hot throbbing little girl prick.

“Oh god baby! Yes! Yes! Whatever you want baby…just make mommy come, make me fucking come…please!”

**

Believe it or not, we actually fell asleep that way. The earlier need for my own orgasm evaporated with actually giving her one, my own mother! Content then to just lay there, my fingers still buried inside, the ebb and flow of her slowly diminishing contractions around my fingers as the waves of her orgasms gradually decreased. We both floated in a sea of bliss for differing reasons perhaps, the afterglow of climax, ecstasy, frustration, the unknown, all suddenly and completely washed away in that almost magical moment.

I woke, alone…startled at first, but then yawned, stretched, remembering, content…satisfied, happier than I’d been in a long, long time. Especially when I saw my mother’s shift still laying next to me, folded neatly on the pillow next to my head. She couldn’t have left me a better message, other than actually waking up next to her perhaps. But I could already smell breakfast cooking.

I didn’t even bother putting anything on, tearing out of bed, down the stairs heading towards the kitchen and all those lovely smells I was taking in. I laughed entering, there was mom, just dishing up the recently cooked bacon. She was wearing a cooking apron, and nothing else.

“My, that certainly looks sexy on you,” I laughed taking a seat as she turned, eying my own very exposed breasts.

“Looks like we had the same idea,” she chuckled back adding. “You sleep ok?”

“Never better,” I honestly said, and then stood again, walking over to her, embracing her as she stood there trying to balance the plate with still hot bacon in it.

“Careful, or you’ll burn yourself, and we can’t have you doing that now can we?” She said flicking one of my reawakened nipples with her fingertip as a warning perhaps. I sat down again, feeling hungry and horny.