HORNY WIDOW WITH A SEXY SON

My son Jerry, at age 20, has always slept naked and without covers except on those rare instances when it got too cold for him. As he matured it was not unusual for him to sport an erection in the early mornings. As he approached his twentieth birthday the erections were sometimes quite beautiful.

I'm a 43 year old widow of several years. Since then my sexual needs were for the most part satisfied by my toys or my fingers. On occasion when either they or I felt the urge I would join a school teacher couple at their hunting cabin. There we would spend a weekend exploring each other's mutual fantasies.

My name by the way is Donna. I stand 5'6" in my naked state and weigh about 115 in that state. My boobs since everyone seems to want to know that fact fill a B cup quite nicely. The rest of my body is I am assured is quite attractive and my manner is considered friendly by all and sexy by those who I wish to have that impression.

I work as a bookkeeper while Jerry pursues higher degrees in Mechanical Engineering. He seems to be interested in research. This never stopped him from Track and Field and he is a high scorer for his teams.

Of course this gives him a better than average build which in turn when combined with his good facial features and humorous but serious personality makes him attractive to the female half of the world.

While we never discussed it I assumed that he and they mutually serviced each other's sexual needs. One day while thinking along those lines I found myself aroused. That happened to be a Sunday and Jerry happened to be taking a nap.

Since neither of us had ever indicated and discomfort with the other's body we had made no great effort to hide them from the other. I don't mean to imply that we ran around the house naked but were not overly concerned about open bedroom doors or half dressed room to room dashes either.

I assumed that Jerry masturbated but I didn't pry. I never caught him at it however I did on occasion find dried cum here or there.

So anyhow on this particular sunny afternoon in mid Spring Jerry was taking a nap. I was gathering darks for laundering. Jerry was good about separating his clothes into the dark, medium and white baskets in the bottom of his closet.

I thought nothing of quietly entering his room to grab complete my gathering up task. I entered quietly and, no, I didn't catch him masturbating, but ......The sun was shining across the center of his body.

His face was in the shadow but his erect penis was alive and twitching in the bright sun. He must have been having a wonderful dream. I was surprised and fascinated by the sight. Suddenly I was in love. I was in love with that beautiful cock.

That wonderful cock that I could never have. I could never enjoy making love to it. I could never enjoy the feel of it entering my hot, slippery vagina. Never feel it shoot it's boiling cum deep inside of me.

In a daze I picked up my load of clothes and turned to leave. Jerry, who I thought was still asleep spoke.

"Sorry mom, I hope I wasn't an embarrassment." He had pulled a sheet up to cover himself but it was tented proving that it must have been quite a dream.

"No apology necessary." I replied, still dazed a bit. "I couldn't help but envy the local female population."

"Oh. Why? It's certainly by no means the envy of the locker room."

"Well." I replied, suddenly becoming bold. "Any girl who sees it would love to have it. It is beautiful."

"Well that's nice to hear but it looks to me like something only a mother could love."

Then, a moment later, apparently the double meaning of what he had just said sunk in. He turned bright red. Remembering my own thoughts so did I. Then some how we began to laugh. A moment later we were both laughing so hard that I had to lean against the wall to support myself as my son rolled back and forth on his bed.

I eventually calmed down a bit then without thinking further I said.

"If you weren't my son I'd show you how much a woman could love it."

"And if you weren't my mother I'd be chasing you around the room with it."

"You'd catch me easily because I wouldn't run very fast." Said I making the obvious reply but softly.

With that we both became silent. After a moment or two I picked up the basket and headed toward the laundry room. I couldn't help but wonder.

"Have we crossed a line here." As I thought about it I was both pleased and apprehensive.

Over the next several days the sightings just didn't happen. But on the next laundry day when I did Jerry's underpants I noticed that they were all stained with dried cum. Usually there would be none or possibly one.

I assumed that he used tissues as there was always a box near his bed. I further assumed that they went down the toilet as I seldom found any. If I did it was buried somewhere among his bed linen.

After a week Jerry apparently relaxed. He again left his door open. As his twenty first birthday approached I wondered about an appropriate gift. One morning as I passed his doorway he was obviously awake.

I knew that he would be as I had heard the toilet and the shower a few minutes earlier. I decided to bring him a cuppa. When I entered his room I had the feeling of a staged scene. There were pillows behind his back and his hand rested near his straining hard on.

I felt my pussy pulse as I fought a desire to simply bend and take it into my mouth. It had been a long time since I'd had the pleasure of teasing a real cock into ...... well, into. I handed Jerry his coffee and asked.

"Your twenty first is coming up darling. What can I get you. I'd like it to be special." I deliberately left myself wide open.

My son thought for a minute then said. "Well mom, what I really want, I can't have, I think. So I'll leave the choice up to you. I'm sure I will love it, what ever you decide."

"Well." I thought to myself. "It's out in the open." Even if no words were spoken we both knew what that exchange meant. Now, the next move, or lack of a move, was up to me.

Over the next week as I looked through the open door at that beautiful sight a plan began to take shape. The best part of the plan was that Jerry got the present but without the guilt. I watched him carefully over the next three days as my plan developed.

One thing that I had noticed that made Jerry different from his dad. My husband always woke up hard, but with an urgent need to piss. When he finished that chore he was soft.

Jerry on the other hand almost woke up about six AM, went to the bathroom then back to bed. Any AM hard was from erotic thoughts and not from a need to urinate. It was 7:00 on his birthday morning when I put my plan into effect.

I entered Jerry's bedroom wearing only a long wispy nothing which had always brought his dad to attention. In one hand I carried four soft linen ropes already made up into a proper configuration for my plan. In the other I held a new feather duster.

Jerry's position made my job very easy. He was spread eagle on the bed. In just a moment he was tied in that position and just coming awake. I bent and kissed him. He must have been expecting me. He smelled of Old Spice and tasted of Colgate.

Nevertheless he had really been sound asleep. I kissed him again, this time sweeping his lips several time with my tongue. As he came awake I moved away and stood by the bed. He first observed my naked body only minimally hidden by my gown then he ravished that body with his eyes. He quickly realized his immobile status.

My son was always a quick study. He immediately discerned that whatever was going to happen was something that he was going to enjoy. I picked up the feather duster. It was part of my initial planing but I was unable to buy one anywhere. I had finally remembered a brand new one stored in the attic.

I tickled his feet with it one by one. Then I did his legs up and down carefully avoiding his straining hard on. His whole cock was pulsing in anticipation as I skipped over it and did his chest and rib area. The tickled up and around doing his whole body twice without ever touching his now quivering cock.

I smiled as I thought of what it would be like to know the going's on of his little brain. However I did know what was going on in my little brain. So I knew that his was begging for relief. I was giving myself a little relief.

The fingers of my other hand were roaming around my pussy, uncontrolled by my big brain.

"Oh God mom. I've never seen anything as sexy as you are at this moment. I wish I could take a picture of you for real but I will never forget this sight of you as long as I live.

At that moment I very lightly touched his cock with the feather duster. I had not said word one and did not intend to. Jerry looked at my face. His eyes filled with passion. I very deliberately looked back and forth from his cock to his eyes.

I knew that my eyes were filled with the same passion as my sons. I pursed my lips then slowly licked them. That did it. Jerry's balls and his cock began that movement that I knew from long experience was the predecessor to orgasm.

First came a small spurt. Then a larger one. Then an almost continuous stream of cum flew from the end of his cock, in an arc landing on his face and his upper chest.

There was one glob which landed across his lips from nose to chin. I bent my face to his. I used my tongue to lick off first that just below his nose, then that on his chin, finally that on his lips. The clean up soon gave way to French kissing.

Meanwhile my fingers were rapidly bringing my pussy to it's first orgasm of that morning. I quit kissing my son so as to allow him to watch me masturbate. I knew from experience that men love watching women do it as much as women liked to watch men.

I looked at Jerry's cock. It seemed to have recovered quickly. It was one of the pleasures of copulating with young males. I had fond memories of a preacher's son. He didn't do it well but he could do it often.

I debated with myself. One part of me was urging me to give him a blow job that he would never forget. The other part of me wanted to sit myself on that rigid pole standing up there and ride it into several glorious orgasms.

Then my practical side took over. I should drain him down first. Then he could last long enough for a lasting round of intercourse. I did him up and down with the feather duster. By then it was rigid and swelled ready to burst.

I kneeled on the bed beside him and, at long last, took my son's cock into my mouth. I wet it thoroughly with my saliva rich tongue. Then I slid my mouth over it and slowly down till I could take no more of it. My tongue had been active on it's underside as I had moved myself to a position between his legs.

I wanted him to ,be in a position to watch and enjoy. I was right about youths recovery time. He was about to come again. I concentrated my mouth's attention on the upper part of his cock. I was to far out of practice to handle a deep throat orgasm.

I was holding the head of his penis with my lips when he shot his load. It was not nearly as much as his first one. Suddenly I realized that his cum tasted exactly like that of his father. It became a very pleasant memory. It was possibly a sign from beyond the grave.

"Happy birthday my erstwhile son. I do hope that you enjoyed that. By the way you taste just like your dad."

"God mom. I've never felt anything so fantastic. I've had a couple of blow jobs, pardon me for being crude. Neither came anywhere close to being that good. You were fantastic."

"Practice makes perfect, as they say. Your friends will get better at it just as you will get better doing eating pussy, pardon me for being crude.

I gave his cock a few more minutes to recover. Meanwhile I kissed him again. Our tongues did a traditional dance as I anticipated the next event. Meanwhile pussy juice was running down my thigh.

I turned back toward the foot of the bed. I bent briefly to give Jerry a very quick lick and suck. I kneeled across him positioning and repositioning myself till I had the head of that beautiful cock right where I wanted it.

It's head was surrounded by the swollen lips of my vulva. The tip was poised so that when I made my next movement it had no place to go except inside of me. The look on my son's face was beautiful to behold.

Jerry spoke. "You are so beautiful mom. That thing you're wearing makes you more naked than if you really were. I'm so glad that you left it on."

At that moment I made it official. I let my body sink down and allowed his cock to enter deep into me. We could get no closer. We were now committing incest. I rested there savoring the moment. But not too long.

The thrill of the moment had tightened my cunt around him. His cock was making those little twitches and movements that cocks make at moments like this. My cunt responded with it's own version which led me to begin to actually fuck my handsome son.

Only his hands were restrained. His body was able to move just fine. We adjusted our movements to each other. Soon we were screwing like we had done it a hundred times before. Me, I was thinking that I would like to do it another hundred times.

Jerry was good. He had some very nice moves. In and out, in and out, each time the thrill was the same. I had a little orgasm, then two minutes later another. A minute after that a third. Not momentous ones but very definite orgasms.

About then Jerry gasped. "I'm getting close mom. It's time for me to pull out if you don't want me to come inside of you."

"No my darling, I want to feel your hot cum blast inside of me. It's been so long, so very long." At that moment Jerry did come. As it did and it's heat triggered a mighty orgasm followed by a series of gradually diminishing ones which finally ended. My body which had been deliciously hot also cooled.

I lifted my weight from my son and laid beside his still bound body. I held his still wet cock in my hand as I whispered to him.

"Next time ...." am somewhat of a computer geek although my mother hasn't figured that out yet. Mother doesn't know it but I found her password list and being a nosy type I sometimes read her mail. I recently read a note from a woman named Donna thanking my mother for her compliment of a story Donna had written.

The following Saturday mom was gone all day. She was going to our lake house to do the spring cleaning. I wasn't invited. I was able to take the time to really explore her hard drive. Being already aware of Literotica it didn't take me too long to trace down the author and the story that the e-mail spoke of. It was titled "Horny Widow With A Sexy Son" by Donna19063.

The story details a widow, the mother of and 18 year old son who bonds his hands and feet then has her way with him, much to their mutual pleasure. Having read that which confirmed my opinion that she really is a sexual being I got even more nosy and began to nose about mom's private places. Under her lingerie I found a couple of videos and a realistic looking vibrating penis. Under her mattress I found a massager attached to a long cord. These findings sent me to my own bed to masturbate myself.

Now being 22 I am a bit older than the boy in the story but I long ago realized that my mother at 42 is a very sexy lady. I'd had experienced more than one erection as I observed something that I considered provocative. Like the woman in the story my dad had been dead awhile. As best I could tell if she was getting laid since then she was being pretty cagey about it.

I was living at home as it didn't make much sense not to do so. I was single, I worked about two miles from home and it was a large house. Mom paid the mortgage, I paid the taxes and utilities and maintained the yard etc. It was a very nice arrangement for us both.

Me? My name is Cliff. I'm just under six feet. I play a lot of tennis enthusiastically but by no means expertly. It does however keep my body in decent shape. Mom's tits share one thing with my dick. Neither are oversized but mom's tits are firm and nicely shaped and that expression (firm and nicely shaped) was once used to describe my dick too.

As I contemplated the story I began to get ideas. My mom seemed to be putting out a signal now and then mostly a bit of flashing. A quick flash of her upper thigh might be accompanied by a knowing smile or wink. Some of her garb seemed to get thinner and more revealing. Recently she was much more likely to come down to watch TV wearing something sheer and see thru then previously.

As I began to think about re-enacting the bondage scene one problem became apparent. Mom's bed had no tying points. Since her bed wasn't the best so I went shopping for a new one. I found a solid cherry four poster that matched the rest of her bedroom furniture better than the old one.

Better yet it was Mother's Day weekend when the delivery men showed up at the door and surprised her. They set it up and took away the old. Mom was surprised and happy as she made it up adding her favorite spread as a final touch.

About 10:00 PM Mothers Day Eve. I finished my shower and walking toward the stairs when I passed the open door of her bedroom. As I glanced in I noticed that there was only one dim light on. The covers were carefully folded back and mom was at her dressing table wearing a short white slip.

I recognized it as being my favorite thing for her to wear. It was thin, it fit her perfectly which of course made it revealing and of course it often caused a bulge in my pajama bottoms.

"Enter." She said. "I have a question. Which lipstick color do you think is the most sexy?"

As I came closer I noticed two thing. One, that she was fully made up and two that she was naked under the slip. "What's going on?" I thought to myself.

Out loud I said. "The deep red. When you wear that I sometimes consider forgetting that you are my mother and ........Well anyhow, I think naughty thoughts."

"OK, deep red it is. Naughty thoughts are allowed. Acting upon them might be another story. But I do understand having naughty thoughts." At that moment she looked at the bulge in my bottoms and smiled."

I left and returned to my room. I discarded my grungy pajama bottoms in favor of a pair of tan silk with legs cut off above the knees. They were a gift from a former girlfriend who considered them quite sexy. I hurried downstairs and quickly mixed us Cointreau Martinis which have a reputation of lowering inhibitions.

I turned on the gas fireplace logs and dimmed the other lights. Mom came down shortly. She had replaced the slip with a silk robe which I quickly discerned covered only her naked body. This was beginning to become a very arousing meeting. She carried a video tape which she handed me as she sat and picked up a drink.

I looked for the film title on the box and found it blank. Ditto the tape itself. Mom said that her friend Dot had copied it for her saying that it was erotic but soft core. The film consisted of three short stories.

Story one was of a couples party which ended with two of the ladies alone who end up kissing and petting each other's naked body. Story two was of a male/female couple which end up with him tied to the bed and she doing various things to his willing body beginning with a feather duster routine. Story three was of a traveling sales lady in her hotel room. First she masturbates while taking a bath. Later she hears going's on in the next room. She ends up in a threesome with that couple.

None of the stories showed anything beyond naked upper bodies and kissing of lips and petting and kissing of those same upper bodies. However it was quite erotic to mom who was obviously turned on judging by her slightly glazed expression, her hard breathing and her fight to keep her hands under control.

Mom suddenly got up saying, "Past my bedtime." following which she kissed me with those deep red lips on my lips, softly and I thought longingly and with the briefest touch of her tongue. A moment later I heard her bedroom door close. By then I was at the bottom of the steps. I listened closely but did not hear the click of a lock.

My first temptation was to follow. My second was to wait then slip in there later hopefully catching her masturbating. After all many Lit incest tales start off with someone catching someone else masturbating.

Besides I needed to masturbate myself.

I sipped quietly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I jerked off fantasizing about mom in a bondage situation. That would tell me her true feelings. True outrage would mean, No! No! No! Being brought up to respect women I would of course stop. I would hope for a weak protest or no protest.

I came letting loose a big load. Just as I finished I realized that I had nothing for a make believe bond. Then I remembered being in the laundry room the previous day and seeing a rope like silk belt that went with a silk robe that was being discarded because bleach had spilled on it.

"Perfect." I thought to myself. "It's long enough to cut and make four ties." I slipped down to the laundry room and found the belt and yes it was long enough. I cut four lengths of silk and carried them quietly to my room. I then slipped out of my room and as quietly as possible went into the guest bedroom and standing on a chair looked thru the grate of the common air return between the two rooms.

Mom seemed to be asleep. Her robe was wide open revealing her naked body. Her right hand was about a foot away from her side but her massager was still loosely held by that hand. I debated putting my plan into effect but decided to wait and hour to see what her state would be then.

Meanwhile I prepared the bonds. The belt seem very long which I didn't understand but I was happy about that. I formed four bonds each with a loop on one end and a slip know on the other. Mom would be able to free herself easily if she wanted to. After I finished I again looked into her room.

She was in almost the same position as before. Her limbs were in almost perfect position for the bonds. Now was the time. I picked up the bonds and slipped quietly into her room. The lights were dim and the disc player was rendering soft sensuous music as I began my efforts.

I was able to get all the bonds in place without waking mom. Then with my feather duster in my hand I bent and for the first time kissed my mother as I might kiss a sweetheart. As she stirred and came awake she responded in kind her tongue moving sensuously back and forth over my lips and on occasion battling my tongue.

She tested her bonds then began to tremble as she realized their significance. I drew away so as to test her reaction, prepared to unbound her and take my lumps if I had misread her desires. She was smiling a gentle smile as she said.

"Don, be gentle, it's been a long time for me."

I stood and touched the feathers to her right breast. The semi hard nipple grew long and hard much as my penis had become. I tried the left breast, it mirrored the reaction of the right. Meanwhile mom's lower body began a gentle circular thrusting imitation of the movements of intercourse.

I next touched her inner thigh with the feathers. Her thighs separated and her knees raised to the limit of the bonds. Her whole pussy was now exposed. I could see the wetness inside the lips of her vulva which seemed to have opened in anticipation. I held the duster behind my back as I placed a gentle kiss upon each nipple then passed my tongue top to bottom between the lips of her vulva.

As my tongue was nearly finished I could feel her orgasm begin. I helped it along by inserting my tongue into her vaginal opening and thoroughly fucking it with that tongue. Her pelvis rose to the limits of her bonds again and again as she moaned her approval and uttered sweet nothings in appreciation.

I subjected my mother to another round of teasing with the duster which left her writhing side to side in frustration.

"Now Don, now please. I can't wait, take me now."

My penis agreed. It was going to come pretty soon no matter where it was. I looked at my mother's parted legs. Was there room there for my body? No, I decided. With that I began to untie her feet. I made short work of that and began to do her hands when I heard her say.

"Never mind them. Put it in me now. Don't wait I want it now, pleas."

I didn't need to hear any more. I always obeyed my mom. I was between her legs in a flash. I was inside her in another flash. I felt her wrap one leg up over my mid-section the other below my ass as she lifter her bottom off the bed and began sliding her cunt up and down my shaft.

That went on for only a few seconds before I started to come. Shot after shot of my hot fluid spread through out her vagina as she continued to ride my shaft up and down. Then with a shout of joy she came too. Her movements were so hard that they were lifting me off the bed with each inward stroke.

Then it was over. I rolled to my right and lay beside her, taking her partially bound body in my arms.

"You read the story." She said. "As I read it I kept reversing their roles. I also have often wondered if I could get away with doing it to you."

I untied my mother and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke about an hour later with something tickling my lips then pushing into my mouth. It was mom's finger. I licked and sucked it knowing full well what I was tasting.

"Taste. That's us together at last." With that I fell asleep again.

When I awoke again I was alone in moms bed. The four bonds were hanging from the four posts, a pleasant reminder of the past night's activity. I needed to pee. I walked into mom's bathroom to relieve myself and noticed the still wet shower door. I took the hint and took a quick shower myself.

I picked up my shorts off the floor then decided that fresh underwear was in order. I went to my room and picked out a sexy silk pair which actually was a gift from my mother the previous XMAS. I then followed the smell of breakfast to the kitchen.

Mom was wearing an apron over a pair of sheer panties and high heels. It was a very sexy outfit and told me that last evening was not to be the 'last evening'.

I came up behind her and slid my hands under the apron and on to her breasts. I kissed her ear and said.

"Hi mom. What's new with you?"

"Well son, I had this delicious dream last night. Then this morning there was a naked man in my bed and all this sticky stuff leaking from me. I guess that it wasn't a dream. What do you think?"

"It reminds me of the dream that I had of finally making love to this sexy woman who has been keeping me hard for a long time."

"I guess that it wasn't a dream in either case. That being true, sit down and eat a hardy breakfast. You're going to need your strength. Afterward since it is such a beautiful day how would you like to zip up to the lake house. It's nice and private and I did the spring cleaning up there the other weekend."

As I nodded my acceptance she added. "Maybe after lunch you can give me the rest of my Mothers Day Gift." My semi erect penis came to full attention with that remark.

One hour later we were on the way. Another hour we were opening windows and setting blinds. Since we used the boat on and off all winter all we needed to do was to uncover and launch it. We were rather chastely dressed as we cruised the lake and enjoyed the sun.

After about an hour we happened to be in the middle of the lake. I shut off the engine and let the boat drift. I looked at mom and she seemed to be in a happy mood. I decided that maybe we should 'air out' the situation.

"Was last night come as a pleasant surprise?"

Mom thought a moment before replying. "Cliff darling. Last night was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, bar none. I want to do more but I also don't want it to go on for very long. Let's have a nice honeymoon then go our separate ways. At least that what I'm thinking."

I had to admit, I was a bit relieved. It was an exciting adventure, sexually speaking I had a lot to learn, but I really didn't want to marry my mother. I waited another minute before replying.

"Yes mom, you're right as usual. But let's not wave good-bye yet, I still have things I want to do with you."

"I agree. Something I've always wanted to do is to give a guy a BJ in a situation like this. Nobody around is there? Now just unzip and take it out."

"You're serious?" She nodded her head. I did as she asked as she folded a blanket and placed it on the rough floor. As she did that I did unzip. I couldn't seem to work my hard out the fly opening so I unbuckled and slid my shorts and underwear down below my balls.

I couldn't believe that I was going to get a real blow job at this time in this place. I had my legs spread wide as mom kneeled between them. She smiled at me, then thoroughly licked her lips getting them glistening with saliva then holding the base of my cock she enveloped it with her mouth.

Up till then I had some experience with oral sex but never had I enjoyed the moment of contact as much as I was enjoying that moment. She took me all the way into her mouth before closing it around me. My cock was completely enveloped by her mouth and her tongue.

Her tongue then began to massage the underside without her moving her mouth back and forth. She continued to do that for a short time then she began moving her mouth up and down as she continued the tongue action. I had my hands on each side of my mother's head as she ministered to my inflamed penis.

By now not only was it inflamed it was engorged and ready to come.

"It's gonna come any minute mom. It's ready. ..... Just so you know."

With those words I came. My cock pulsed as it shot a load. Then it pulsed again delivering another load. Again and again it pulsed shooting load after load. Mom was swallowing but for a minute couldn't quite keep up with it. A little leaked but when my glands were finished she took it onto her fingers and offered them up to me.

I accepted. I had tasted my own cum often but this was special and I savored the experience. I saw another boat in the distance but coming our way. Mom sat back in her seat then waved at the boat as it passed. I swear that the couple on that boat were wearing knowing grins as they returned our waves.

It was about four in the afternoon when we returned to the lake house. We undressed without speaking and ventured into the shower stall. It is a bit tight but the water temperature was just right. We had fun teasing each other with the shower massager and the soap doing those things a fun loving couple does in a shower.

We dried quickly then returned to the bedroom clean and horny. It was time, I decided to test my oral skills. I think mom was in the same mood as she fell across the bed with her legs hanging over the side.

"Is that an invitation?" I asked.

"More like a request." Mom replied.

I didn't need any time to decide. I fell to my knees between her legs. I took them in my hands and placed them on my shoulders. I kissed her right inner thigh just above her knee and keeping my tongue extra wet moved it slowly toward her pussy. It was my plan to lick it briefly then start down the other side, hoping to make her beg me to return their.

Mom fooled me. As I paused in the center running my tongue up and down her slit I suddenly felt my head locked in that position by her now closed thighs.

"No teasing Cliff. I'm starved for human sexual contact. Just do it."

My tongue could already detect reactions within her body. Orgasm was not far away. Even in my inexperience I could tell that. I alternated between boring into her vaginal opening with my tongue then shifting to her clitoris where I licked and sucked it gently. Soon she was constantly writhing but holding back until her bodies need to orgasm overwhelmed her self control.

Then! There it was! It happened. She slammed her sopping wet pelvis again and again against my face, bucking and gyrating her ass trying to get my tongue where only my cock could reach. I got the message and pulled away.

"No! No!" She screamed. "Don't stop, don't ever stop." But I did. I slid upwards until my cock was aligned with her cunt and drove forward. Mom screamed in delight and ecstasy as I began to drive in and out, in and out till with a roar of my own I came too.

She was gripping my cock so tightly with her cunt muscles that I could feel my own hot cum flow back and over my hard cock because I was taking so much of her inner space. As it leaked out an around my crotch I viewed with inner joy the things that were to come. So to speak.