Before she could protest, or try to actually stop me, which she didn’t, I had spread her legs, diving down between them there on the couch. Surprised at first, she quickly succumbed to my actions as my mouth quickly found her, my tongue spearing her within moments of having done that.
All she did was softly cry out my name as her hands came up to entwine themselves in my hair as I began lapping away at her already slick passage. As I did that, I likewise reached upwards, pushing away the sweat top that covered her bare breasts, knowing they were. Her nipples already hard, waiting, I began toying with them each, holding them between my fingers, gently pulling, and twisting as my tongue did spirals against her clit.
I sucked her in, savoring her taste, holding her clit inside my mouth where I again allowed my tongue to flick wildly, rapidly against it. I felt her hips rotating now beneath me, her gurgles of passion making unintelligible sounds as I continued to fuck her with my tongue and lips.
“Fuck!” I moaned into her pussy. “I could eat you forever!”
“Yes George, yes! Eat my pussy, please eat my cunt…finger-fuck my wet slippery pussy!” She answered back, the level of her arousal escalating far beyond any inhibitions she might have had or held on to. “Lick me baby, lick my clit, suck it…finger it, lick it! Lick it! Lick it!”
She came screaming, arching her back, her cunt pressed firmly against my face as I held on, her breasts molded within my hands. I held and pinched her nipples as she did, pulling them upwards well off her breasts, jiggling them as I held them there. She went crazy with the sensation of that, likewise her clit, hard swollen and throbbing, captured between my lips as she came over, and over and over again.
She collapsed beneath me like a rag doll, spent, thoroughly drained, unmoving though her breath took forever to calm down. When she finally did, she sat up pushing me away from her for a moment, and then standing. I sat licking my lips, tasting the sweetness of her juices still covering my face.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she said looking back at me. “I’m going in to turn the sauce off…we’ll eat it later,” she said grinning. And then bare-assed naked, sauntered back into the kitchen area. She turned just before entering the room. “Oh, and while I do that? You might want to take your clothes off,” she told me, and then disappeared.
**
I was indeed naked lying on the couch when she returned. I don’t think my prick was honestly ever as hard or as stiff as it was then when she came walking back into the room. Even the look in her eyes told me that much as she faltered in her step coming towards me.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful,” she told me as she almost reverently knelt down on the floor by the side of the couch, her hands quickly reaching out to surround me, chasing my own hands away. Even the look in her own eyes said it all as she looked up, locking hers on mine,
her tongue snaking out of her mouth to tickle and lick at the sensitive little eye-slit in the head. She squeezed it, a pearly drop of moisture bubbling out of the tip. Her tongue lapping it up, though she did so again, producing another, applying this one like lipstick against her mouth as she rubbed my dick around it, now kissing it.
“Fuck,” I moaned saying the word, drawing it out, letting the word roll like a wave from my mouth. She smiled at that.
“Funny isn’t it?” She asked.
“What’s that?” I said half sitting up, just so I could watch her, watch my own mother holding and playing with my cock as she rubbed it against her lips.
“How the word fuck can sound so hot, so naughty, so pleasurable when it’s used in just the way you’ve used it.”
“And you,” I reminded her, seeing her blush upon realizing that.