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I adored my mother. She had taken care of me by herself ever since my dad had left nine years ago. Mum went out and found work as a shop assistant. All I know is I never went hungry or barefoot a day since 'dear old dad' left thanks to my mum. She worked hard and did a great job of raising me without a man around making sure I made it off to school before she'd race for her own bus and somehow managing to get home in the afternoon in time put together a meal for two. Nothing fancy, often just Bean on toast or something and chip's, but it was important to her to be there for me at the beginning and the end of the day and I loved her for it. She was something else.
Maybe it was how are bodies made contact in the hallway that morning. Normally, we breezed through our small cottage instinctively knowing each others moves voiding collisions. But this day was different. All fresh smelling from her shower as she made her way to the kitchen the heat from her just washed skin seemed to create an invisible, atmosphere that suspended the fragrance of her bath oils where only the deliberate rubbing of our bodies would unleash.
"Wow, you smell really nice today, Mum," I said out of reaction to the wonderful scent.
She paused and cocked her head a bit. A sheepish smile spread across her still moist lips. "Well thank you darling," she replied. The towel wrapped around her still damp head pulled her hair completely off her face. She glowed with genuine appreciation to my compliment.
I always loved to make her smile and wanted to see it again. Placing my hands squarely on her shoulders, I bent forward to take a long whiff of her neck.
"Mmmm, nice." I breathed. "What's it called?"
"Uh, 'Channel', darling," she said slowly. At f******n, I had sprouted up to 5' 7'' over the summer and I stood nearly an inch or two over her. I pulled back in amazement to see that her face had the look of a c***d opening a Christmas present. Her eyes had slit into a dreamy look and she took a long sucking breath through her teeth. Briefly, confused, I dropped my hands quickly to my sides but I remained transfixed by the effect of my actions upon her.
After a long pause, her eyes popped open and she seemed to spring back to life. Spinning her bare toes in the direction of the kitchen, she whisked off, "Enough flirting now. Get your shower and come eat, darling," she said over her shoulder.
As the smell of her dewy skin trailed away, I noticed something else that was out of the ordinary. Instead her usual terry robe Mum had chosen, perhaps in haste, to put one of my tee shirts on after her bath. It was just a plain white tee with a Nike ‘Just Do It’ logo stitched over the front. I usually bought them large for a loose fit, but her body filled it out in ways that my wiry frame never could. She would be thirty-two in March, but it was apparent that all those years, she had maintain an admirably fit body.
Mum was a fairly modest lady. She would wrap the bathrobe around her body so that she would be mostly covered. However, when she would reach across the kitchen table at breakfast and I would sometimes be treated to a view of her ample 38D cleavage. Thanks to pull of gravity, the tops of her breasts would spill forward held in place only by the 'V' in the neckline. Now dressed in my tee shirt, though no skin was visible, her breasts strained against the thin white fabric as if she were smuggling a pair of succulent ripe melons. Her smooth legs thrust from the hem, alternately flashing a warm cocoa-brown as the natural light in the hallway bounced off them. I was almost embarrassed to find myself looking upon my mother as a woman but my dick didn’t seem to share my feelings of guilt. The reactionary swelling of my teenage cock began to bulge my shorts out into a noticeable tent.
I quickly made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The reaction of seeing such a lovely arse and legs so soon after getting out bed was just too much. After straining to free my hard young cock from my shorts, it sprung out and plopped against my stomach. The head was aimed at me and the edges of my pee-hole turned up in a sardonic smile.
"Damn," I thought, "Did Mum notice my cock was hard?" My teenage mind then began to ring up thoughts like a cash register, "Did I fuck up grabbing her like that?" "Did she see me staring at her arse?" "What could she be thinking now?"
I pulled a towel from the rack over the bath and began soaking it under a stream of warm water in the sink. "This ain't good", I thought. I had been getting hard-ons since I was nine but, until now, I could manage to conceal my peanut sized erections from her. But now that my dick had stretched out to an 6 inch baton thanks to almost nightly wank offs. As I lathered up my body and ran a soapy hand towel over my erection, the thought of what Mum must look like under that tee shirt caused my stiffy to throb. As I continued to scrub my cock, the fully engorged purplish bulb swelled as I squeezed and stroked the shaft. Thankfully, it seemed too be enough to bring the swelling down enough to fold it over double and stuff back into my shorts.
As I prepared to hang my towel behind the door, I saw that Mum had left her normal dressing gown on the same hook. I d****d the towel over it and smoothed them both down to allow the door to open fully. Peeking from one of the gown's pockets was a pink-colored bras and, stuffed deeper inside, a matching pair of silky knickers. I gently rolled the silky material between my fingers enjoying their smooth, slippery feel. My mouth began to water as I mischievously contemplated taking a quick sniff. “What the fuck?” I thought and I pressed the silken cloth to my nostrils and inhaled. The spicy, sweet aroma of residual womanhood imbedded in the fabric made me delightfully light-headed. Coupled with the image of what I had just seen in the hall, I felt myself experiencing another sensory overload. I felt my young cock stir again but this time I reached down with my free hand and pulled the waist band of my underwear down and set it free.
As I pumped away, hoping to squeeze off a quick one before breakfast I wondered, “Why no bra this morning?", and, “Why did she choose wear one of my tee shirt instead of her favorite and familiar dressing gown?” “Naw, that can't be it”, I thought. “Did she want me to see her like that? Naaww! She couldn't have been cock-teasing her own son, could she?”
I caught a glance of myself in the mirror over the sink and began to assess myself. I was only f******n, but I had matured noticeably over the past year. I had lost a lot of my 'baby fat' and, my torso was lean and smooth. Even my face had lost its c***dish look and become more angular. Perhaps that's what Mum saw in the hallway. Her little boy was becoming a man and the thought of her approval was enough to bring my swollen balls to a full boil. With a few more pumps my hips bucked as I launched a creamy load of juice into the bathroom sink. I lurched forward as I lunged into my mother’s phantom hairy pussy plopping globs of pearly sperm into the sink. Staring into the now steamed over mirror I watched my orgasm-contorted face return to normal. With a sigh, I turned on the sink’s hot water spigot and watched, mournfully, as the expulsion swirled down the drain.
"Mark!" I heard Mum's voice from the outside the door. "Hurry up, darling! Breakfast is getting cold!"
Jolted from my sexual stupor, it was now back-to-reality time. Stuffing the bra and knickers back into the pocket, I quickly hiked up my drawers and snatched a pair of jeans I had laid out on bathtub drying rack the night before.
"Be right out, Mum!" I responded. Without thinking I asked, “Have you seen the white Tshirt I had hung up in here?"
There was an awkward silence and then, "Oh!" came the muffled reply. “I just threw it on. I didn't realize you were going to wear it today."
"That's OK," I called back.
"Just hand out my dressing gown, will you?" she responded. "And get a move on. It’s almost 8 o' clock."
Sensing her urgency, I quickly pulled the gown from the hook on the door and threw the door open to hand it out to her.
I wasn't ready for what I saw on the other side.
My mother was totally naked from the neck down doing what could only be described as a frantic hoochie-coochie dance in the hallway. While I was handing out her dressing gown, she in-turn must have decided at the same time to give back my tee shirt. Assuming I would crack open the door just enough to hand it out to her, she decided to take the shirt off for the swap. As the door swung open, she had managed to roll the shirt above her breasts and was struggling to stretch the collar over her head. She apparently hadn't compensated for the towel she still had wrapped around her wet hair. In her apparent struggle to free herself, she definitely wasn't aware that her son was now standing in front of her in half amusement...and half amazement at the vision before him.
Mum's hips were wide in portion to upper body but well balanced by a pair of full, round tit's that bounced softly in the light now flooding the hall. She had large nipples nestled atop pink areolas. Her lower belly was smooth with just a hint of 'pooch'. A large triangle of black pubic hair covered her pussy.
With a final tug she finally managed to pop the neck of the tee-shirt over her head and with it the towel wrap. Her damp hair, the exact same colour as the curly bush between her legs, burst forth and cascaded around her shoulders and into her face.
"Whew...shit!" she yelped, having almost suffocated herself. "Mark," she called, still not realizing the bathroom door stood wide open, "Here's your shirt. My dressing gown, please."
She gasped and froze as bundled shirt and towel she thrust forwarded didn't hit the hardwood door, but instead, smacked squarely into the softer flesh of my chest. With her free hand she pulled and hair from her eyes blinking and squinting from the light from the bath. As her eyes began to focus, I could see by the slow nodding motion of her head that she was taking my practically naked silhouette in. I could make out her lips mouthing the words, "Daaaaaamn."
"I'm sorry, Mum", I said.
"N-No, don't be" she stuttered, continuing to allow her eyes to examine my body. After a long pause she said, "Don't be sorry at all."
Dropping the shirt to her side, she suddenly realized that she was more exposed as I was and a flash of belated surprise caused her face to flush. "Oh, my god!," she gasped as she brought her arms up in a futile attempt at covering her shapely torso. Realizing that her modesty had come too late, she let the lump of clothes drop to the floor and stood up straight before me, throwing her arms out to her sides in a comical 'wassup' pose.
"Well, this is only fair," she reasoned with a grin, "So, what do you think of your old Mum, then."
I knew that she was trying to make the best of an awkward moment, but it was all too funny, yet, all too sexy a situation to pass up. I played along. "Mmmmmmmm,” I said looking her over, “Very nice, Mum".
Encouraged by my assessment, she pulled her shoulders back thrusting her tits forward and actually jiggled them at me. "What about these," she asked. "Alright for a thirty-sum' sum', Mother?"
Trying hard to act cool, I was secretly thrilled at how relaxed she was. Here was my mother allowing me to check her out and I could tell by her mischievous smile that she was enjoying it. Standing naked together in the hallway, all inhibitions had melted away and I didn't mind pouring it on.
"Nice titties, uh, I mean breasts...nice legs, too, mum" I gushed.
"So, you think your mother’s 'fine', huh?” she urged.
“Mum?” I gulped. This was beginning to cross into the fantasy zone.
“Come on, now. You’re a growing young man, I want to know if I have still ‘got’ it,” she continued.
"Oh, you have definitely...." I answered with an accompanying nod. “Definitely got it!.”
We laughed nervously together to ease the tension. But there was no denying her a definite physical reaction. Her nipples plumped up and jut out like little pencil erasers. Her eyes began to close into that dreamy look that I had seen earlier when I sampled her perfume.
"I can see that you mean it too, darling", she sighed as she again let her gaze wander down my smooth chest and to my crotch. My young cock had once again freed itself from my underpants was now poking out like a rabbit from its burrow. "My," she said with earnest. "I hadn't realized just how much you'd grown...up over the summer."
"Well", she continued in a sexy breathiness, "You might as well see the rest." Casting her arms further out in graceful ballerina pose, she spun to turn her back to me. Her shoulder blades jutted out from her long narrow back. Her arse had two little dimples just at the curve of her spine. Her magnificent cheeks were snow white, round, and luscious. I licked the drool that formed in the corner of my mouth and bit my lower lip to temper my heavy breathing.
"And?" she inquired.
I couldn't say a word. I was just stunned at her brazenness. I had fantasized about 'experienced' older women (Mum's freiends), but I never considered getting a lesson from my own mother. And here, without a care to how right or wrong it might have been, she was presenting me a piece of the finest flesh I had ever seen in my young life and she didn't seem to give a fuck about how I was reacting to it. If this was going to turn out to be more than an ‘anatomy lesson’, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass.
I didn’t want to waste time. If Mum wanted to get her body rocked I, as her obedient son, was more than ready to oblige. Jamming my thumbs into the sides of my shorts, I quickly pulled them to the floor and shuffled toward her. With my hard young cock leading the way, I moved in behind my mother and began slowly sliding my engorged prong up and down the crevice of her arse cleavage. Although it appeared firm, her behind was delightfully soft and pliant as my nuts slid into her arse. She shivered in delight as she instinctively lifted off the floor on her toes to adjust to the height difference of our burning crotches.
"Ooooo, I like that answer," she said. Leaning back into me she began to gyrate her arse cheeks against my groin.
“You want me to keep going, Mum?" I asked, still in disbelief of this incredible moment.
Peering at me over shoulder with her devilish-angelic eyes, "Oh yes, darling", she assured me. "I've been needing this for such a long time and now you're ready." She punctuated her assurance by thrusting her hips against mine and rolling them in rhythm.
We spent a few luxurious moments grinding against each other and basking in the intimacy of our body contact. Her hands crept up the wall, tensing and flexing as they went as I humped her unbelievable soft arse. I pressed against her back and rested my hands on top of hers. Once again I plunged my nose to her neck and nuzzled her ear. "Mmmm, Channel", I whispered. " Will you wear it all the time for me, Mum?”
“Yes, my darling,” she answered. Tilting her head back, we kissed. Our tongues slurping hungrily as our lips met.
I couldn't hold out any longer. Consumed with boiling lust, I was ready to bury my cock in her, but her bucking buttocks presented a moving target. I took one hand off the wall and grabbed a handful of cheek in attempt to slow her gyrations. As I clumsily poked and prodded in an attempt to split her fluffy bush she spun around to face me. She looked me straight in the eye with a familiar ‘mother-knows-best’ earnestness.
"Slow down, darling", she admonished me with a sly grin.
“Don’t worry,” she said soothingly. “Today you’ll have all the time to learn what makes a lady’s body feel good.”
Reaching into my crotch with both hands, she clasped my young cock and began to roll it between her palms. "So hard," she sighed in a faraway voice. "And so big and full, too! Half talking to it and half talking to me, she asked in a girlish but sexy voice, "Can mummy suck on her baby's willy"?
I smiled at her sweetness, but I was putty in her hands. She needed absolutely no permission.
"Yes, mummy," I said softly. "Please do it, Mum".
With a smile, she leaned forward and plunged her face into my crotch. Her wide, bright pink tongue flicked from her full lips as she luxuriously slathered the underside of my balls with saliva and made a soft snorting noise as she inhaled the scent between my legs.
"Goodness!" she smacked between licks. "I had [slurp!] almost forgotten [smack!] how delicious a cock and balls tasted [mmmmmm]!" She continued from my balls and proceeded to run her tongue along the thick veins of my shaft. Soon she made her way to my head but took extra time to send me through the ceiling by slurping and sliding her teeth around the sensitive crown before mercifully plopping it into her mouth.
Watching her cheeks expand and contract with the fullness of my flesh was my most erotic experience ever. Mum was sucking me was primal and experienced. She really knew how to suck. My balls twitched with her every moan as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Her tiny hands clutched my hard cock like a baby clasping a bottle as she bobbed her head back and forth. Lost in total ecstasy, her eyes closed and nostrils flared she lovingly took me in. Her throat constricted has she simultaneously swallowed droplets of my pre-cum and gulped for air. Although I had come less than fifteen minutes before, Mum’s adept tonguing soon brought me back to full throttle. My balls began to swell as I anticipated another gush of juice, this time not into a cold plumbing fixture, but into my mother’s eagerly awaiting mouth.
Agily, Mum squatted in a flat-footed crotch before me. Using only my dick for balance, her upper torso rocked back and forth into my crotch, her soft hair brushing my belly with each stroke. The skin encasing my balls stretched tightly as I lost my mind in anticipation of hosing down her burning throat with cum. Without losing her balance, she slid her hands from her grip on my penis and grasped my arse cheeks. Her head and face was now a blur as she brought me to my second climax of the morning.
“MMMuuummm!” I gasped. “Oh shit, I can’t hold it…I’m….gonna….cummmm!
A muffled squeal of delight escaped the sides of her lips and she pumped her head and shoulders in slower, but more forceful dips. I could see the impressions of her pupils roll up and back under her tightly shut eyelids as I busted a strong, draining nut into her jaws. My entire body shuddered uncontrollably as she greedily drank in my fluids. A single tear slid down her cheek as she gurgled and choked, but she managed to swallow every drop of what felt like a gallon of cream.
My knees began to sag and it seemed as if every ounce of strength in my body was being sucked out of me. Clutching my arse tightly, mum pulled me by my hips into her face as my dick began to deflate. She made moaning sounds as she savored the softness, swirling her tongue around it as it shrank between her fleshy lips. I had just shot a wad of cum into my own mother’s mouth. I stood motionless, hoping that the weirdness of the moment hadn’t affected Mum to the point of remorse. I was not to be that way at all.
Mum turned her head and leaned into my hips. With her eyes still shut she began to slather her face dreamily against my now limp young cock. “Oh, god,” she whispered hoarsely, “That was beautiful, darling. So beautiful.”
From her crouching position, she climbed my glistening, still heaving body and rested her arms around my neck. We stood there in the hallway, kissing each other sweetly as if we were long, lost lovers. I could still taste the saltyness of my own spunk on her lips.
“And now that we’ve become more than just ‘best friens’, my darling son,” she whispered. “It’s time we share the same bed. Would you like to move in to my bedroom with me, darling?”
“Yes, please Mum. I’d love to.” I answered. The thought excited me to the point that my young cock started to harden again!.
We broke our embrace and, we got dressed, ate a our breakfast, met at the door of what now was to become our own private love nest of erotic education.
“Wait until tonight, darling lover boy” she said as we embraced, fully clothed, for the first time as lovers. “Mummy’s got a special dessert planned just for the two of us.”
And for the first time in a long while, I thought of my father. “What a totally stupid mother-fucker he must have been to leave out on a woman like this.” I thought. She was something else, indeed.
Maybe it was how are bodies made contact in the hallway that morning. Normally, we breezed through our small cottage instinctively knowing each others moves voiding collisions. But this day was different. All fresh smelling from her shower as she made her way to the kitchen the heat from her just washed skin seemed to create an invisible, atmosphere that suspended the fragrance of her bath oils where only the deliberate rubbing of our bodies would unleash.
"Wow, you smell really nice today, Mum," I said out of reaction to the wonderful scent.
She paused and cocked her head a bit. A sheepish smile spread across her still moist lips. "Well thank you darling," she replied. The towel wrapped around her still damp head pulled her hair completely off her face. She glowed with genuine appreciation to my compliment.
I always loved to make her smile and wanted to see it again. Placing my hands squarely on her shoulders, I bent forward to take a long whiff of her neck.
"Mmmm, nice." I breathed. "What's it called?"
"Uh, 'Channel', darling," she said slowly. At f******n, I had sprouted up to 5' 7'' over the summer and I stood nearly an inch or two over her. I pulled back in amazement to see that her face had the look of a c***d opening a Christmas present. Her eyes had slit into a dreamy look and she took a long sucking breath through her teeth. Briefly, confused, I dropped my hands quickly to my sides but I remained transfixed by the effect of my actions upon her.
After a long pause, her eyes popped open and she seemed to spring back to life. Spinning her bare toes in the direction of the kitchen, she whisked off, "Enough flirting now. Get your shower and come eat, darling," she said over her shoulder.
As the smell of her dewy skin trailed away, I noticed something else that was out of the ordinary. Instead her usual terry robe Mum had chosen, perhaps in haste, to put one of my tee shirts on after her bath. It was just a plain white tee with a Nike ‘Just Do It’ logo stitched over the front. I usually bought them large for a loose fit, but her body filled it out in ways that my wiry frame never could. She would be thirty-two in March, but it was apparent that all those years, she had maintain an admirably fit body.
Mum was a fairly modest lady. She would wrap the bathrobe around her body so that she would be mostly covered. However, when she would reach across the kitchen table at breakfast and I would sometimes be treated to a view of her ample 38D cleavage. Thanks to pull of gravity, the tops of her breasts would spill forward held in place only by the 'V' in the neckline. Now dressed in my tee shirt, though no skin was visible, her breasts strained against the thin white fabric as if she were smuggling a pair of succulent ripe melons. Her smooth legs thrust from the hem, alternately flashing a warm cocoa-brown as the natural light in the hallway bounced off them. I was almost embarrassed to find myself looking upon my mother as a woman but my dick didn’t seem to share my feelings of guilt. The reactionary swelling of my teenage cock began to bulge my shorts out into a noticeable tent.
I quickly made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The reaction of seeing such a lovely arse and legs so soon after getting out bed was just too much. After straining to free my hard young cock from my shorts, it sprung out and plopped against my stomach. The head was aimed at me and the edges of my pee-hole turned up in a sardonic smile.
"Damn," I thought, "Did Mum notice my cock was hard?" My teenage mind then began to ring up thoughts like a cash register, "Did I fuck up grabbing her like that?" "Did she see me staring at her arse?" "What could she be thinking now?"
I pulled a towel from the rack over the bath and began soaking it under a stream of warm water in the sink. "This ain't good", I thought. I had been getting hard-ons since I was nine but, until now, I could manage to conceal my peanut sized erections from her. But now that my dick had stretched out to an 6 inch baton thanks to almost nightly wank offs. As I lathered up my body and ran a soapy hand towel over my erection, the thought of what Mum must look like under that tee shirt caused my stiffy to throb. As I continued to scrub my cock, the fully engorged purplish bulb swelled as I squeezed and stroked the shaft. Thankfully, it seemed too be enough to bring the swelling down enough to fold it over double and stuff back into my shorts.
As I prepared to hang my towel behind the door, I saw that Mum had left her normal dressing gown on the same hook. I d****d the towel over it and smoothed them both down to allow the door to open fully. Peeking from one of the gown's pockets was a pink-colored bras and, stuffed deeper inside, a matching pair of silky knickers. I gently rolled the silky material between my fingers enjoying their smooth, slippery feel. My mouth began to water as I mischievously contemplated taking a quick sniff. “What the fuck?” I thought and I pressed the silken cloth to my nostrils and inhaled. The spicy, sweet aroma of residual womanhood imbedded in the fabric made me delightfully light-headed. Coupled with the image of what I had just seen in the hall, I felt myself experiencing another sensory overload. I felt my young cock stir again but this time I reached down with my free hand and pulled the waist band of my underwear down and set it free.
As I pumped away, hoping to squeeze off a quick one before breakfast I wondered, “Why no bra this morning?", and, “Why did she choose wear one of my tee shirt instead of her favorite and familiar dressing gown?” “Naw, that can't be it”, I thought. “Did she want me to see her like that? Naaww! She couldn't have been cock-teasing her own son, could she?”
I caught a glance of myself in the mirror over the sink and began to assess myself. I was only f******n, but I had matured noticeably over the past year. I had lost a lot of my 'baby fat' and, my torso was lean and smooth. Even my face had lost its c***dish look and become more angular. Perhaps that's what Mum saw in the hallway. Her little boy was becoming a man and the thought of her approval was enough to bring my swollen balls to a full boil. With a few more pumps my hips bucked as I launched a creamy load of juice into the bathroom sink. I lurched forward as I lunged into my mother’s phantom hairy pussy plopping globs of pearly sperm into the sink. Staring into the now steamed over mirror I watched my orgasm-contorted face return to normal. With a sigh, I turned on the sink’s hot water spigot and watched, mournfully, as the expulsion swirled down the drain.
"Mark!" I heard Mum's voice from the outside the door. "Hurry up, darling! Breakfast is getting cold!"
Jolted from my sexual stupor, it was now back-to-reality time. Stuffing the bra and knickers back into the pocket, I quickly hiked up my drawers and snatched a pair of jeans I had laid out on bathtub drying rack the night before.
"Be right out, Mum!" I responded. Without thinking I asked, “Have you seen the white Tshirt I had hung up in here?"
There was an awkward silence and then, "Oh!" came the muffled reply. “I just threw it on. I didn't realize you were going to wear it today."
"That's OK," I called back.
"Just hand out my dressing gown, will you?" she responded. "And get a move on. It’s almost 8 o' clock."
Sensing her urgency, I quickly pulled the gown from the hook on the door and threw the door open to hand it out to her.
I wasn't ready for what I saw on the other side.
My mother was totally naked from the neck down doing what could only be described as a frantic hoochie-coochie dance in the hallway. While I was handing out her dressing gown, she in-turn must have decided at the same time to give back my tee shirt. Assuming I would crack open the door just enough to hand it out to her, she decided to take the shirt off for the swap. As the door swung open, she had managed to roll the shirt above her breasts and was struggling to stretch the collar over her head. She apparently hadn't compensated for the towel she still had wrapped around her wet hair. In her apparent struggle to free herself, she definitely wasn't aware that her son was now standing in front of her in half amusement...and half amazement at the vision before him.
Mum's hips were wide in portion to upper body but well balanced by a pair of full, round tit's that bounced softly in the light now flooding the hall. She had large nipples nestled atop pink areolas. Her lower belly was smooth with just a hint of 'pooch'. A large triangle of black pubic hair covered her pussy.
With a final tug she finally managed to pop the neck of the tee-shirt over her head and with it the towel wrap. Her damp hair, the exact same colour as the curly bush between her legs, burst forth and cascaded around her shoulders and into her face.
"Whew...shit!" she yelped, having almost suffocated herself. "Mark," she called, still not realizing the bathroom door stood wide open, "Here's your shirt. My dressing gown, please."
She gasped and froze as bundled shirt and towel she thrust forwarded didn't hit the hardwood door, but instead, smacked squarely into the softer flesh of my chest. With her free hand she pulled and hair from her eyes blinking and squinting from the light from the bath. As her eyes began to focus, I could see by the slow nodding motion of her head that she was taking my practically naked silhouette in. I could make out her lips mouthing the words, "Daaaaaamn."
"I'm sorry, Mum", I said.
"N-No, don't be" she stuttered, continuing to allow her eyes to examine my body. After a long pause she said, "Don't be sorry at all."
Dropping the shirt to her side, she suddenly realized that she was more exposed as I was and a flash of belated surprise caused her face to flush. "Oh, my god!," she gasped as she brought her arms up in a futile attempt at covering her shapely torso. Realizing that her modesty had come too late, she let the lump of clothes drop to the floor and stood up straight before me, throwing her arms out to her sides in a comical 'wassup' pose.
"Well, this is only fair," she reasoned with a grin, "So, what do you think of your old Mum, then."
I knew that she was trying to make the best of an awkward moment, but it was all too funny, yet, all too sexy a situation to pass up. I played along. "Mmmmmmmm,” I said looking her over, “Very nice, Mum".
Encouraged by my assessment, she pulled her shoulders back thrusting her tits forward and actually jiggled them at me. "What about these," she asked. "Alright for a thirty-sum' sum', Mother?"
Trying hard to act cool, I was secretly thrilled at how relaxed she was. Here was my mother allowing me to check her out and I could tell by her mischievous smile that she was enjoying it. Standing naked together in the hallway, all inhibitions had melted away and I didn't mind pouring it on.
"Nice titties, uh, I mean breasts...nice legs, too, mum" I gushed.
"So, you think your mother’s 'fine', huh?” she urged.
“Mum?” I gulped. This was beginning to cross into the fantasy zone.
“Come on, now. You’re a growing young man, I want to know if I have still ‘got’ it,” she continued.
"Oh, you have definitely...." I answered with an accompanying nod. “Definitely got it!.”
We laughed nervously together to ease the tension. But there was no denying her a definite physical reaction. Her nipples plumped up and jut out like little pencil erasers. Her eyes began to close into that dreamy look that I had seen earlier when I sampled her perfume.
"I can see that you mean it too, darling", she sighed as she again let her gaze wander down my smooth chest and to my crotch. My young cock had once again freed itself from my underpants was now poking out like a rabbit from its burrow. "My," she said with earnest. "I hadn't realized just how much you'd grown...up over the summer."
"Well", she continued in a sexy breathiness, "You might as well see the rest." Casting her arms further out in graceful ballerina pose, she spun to turn her back to me. Her shoulder blades jutted out from her long narrow back. Her arse had two little dimples just at the curve of her spine. Her magnificent cheeks were snow white, round, and luscious. I licked the drool that formed in the corner of my mouth and bit my lower lip to temper my heavy breathing.
"And?" she inquired.
I couldn't say a word. I was just stunned at her brazenness. I had fantasized about 'experienced' older women (Mum's freiends), but I never considered getting a lesson from my own mother. And here, without a care to how right or wrong it might have been, she was presenting me a piece of the finest flesh I had ever seen in my young life and she didn't seem to give a fuck about how I was reacting to it. If this was going to turn out to be more than an ‘anatomy lesson’, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass.
I didn’t want to waste time. If Mum wanted to get her body rocked I, as her obedient son, was more than ready to oblige. Jamming my thumbs into the sides of my shorts, I quickly pulled them to the floor and shuffled toward her. With my hard young cock leading the way, I moved in behind my mother and began slowly sliding my engorged prong up and down the crevice of her arse cleavage. Although it appeared firm, her behind was delightfully soft and pliant as my nuts slid into her arse. She shivered in delight as she instinctively lifted off the floor on her toes to adjust to the height difference of our burning crotches.
"Ooooo, I like that answer," she said. Leaning back into me she began to gyrate her arse cheeks against my groin.
“You want me to keep going, Mum?" I asked, still in disbelief of this incredible moment.
Peering at me over shoulder with her devilish-angelic eyes, "Oh yes, darling", she assured me. "I've been needing this for such a long time and now you're ready." She punctuated her assurance by thrusting her hips against mine and rolling them in rhythm.
We spent a few luxurious moments grinding against each other and basking in the intimacy of our body contact. Her hands crept up the wall, tensing and flexing as they went as I humped her unbelievable soft arse. I pressed against her back and rested my hands on top of hers. Once again I plunged my nose to her neck and nuzzled her ear. "Mmmm, Channel", I whispered. " Will you wear it all the time for me, Mum?”
“Yes, my darling,” she answered. Tilting her head back, we kissed. Our tongues slurping hungrily as our lips met.
I couldn't hold out any longer. Consumed with boiling lust, I was ready to bury my cock in her, but her bucking buttocks presented a moving target. I took one hand off the wall and grabbed a handful of cheek in attempt to slow her gyrations. As I clumsily poked and prodded in an attempt to split her fluffy bush she spun around to face me. She looked me straight in the eye with a familiar ‘mother-knows-best’ earnestness.
"Slow down, darling", she admonished me with a sly grin.
“Don’t worry,” she said soothingly. “Today you’ll have all the time to learn what makes a lady’s body feel good.”
Reaching into my crotch with both hands, she clasped my young cock and began to roll it between her palms. "So hard," she sighed in a faraway voice. "And so big and full, too! Half talking to it and half talking to me, she asked in a girlish but sexy voice, "Can mummy suck on her baby's willy"?
I smiled at her sweetness, but I was putty in her hands. She needed absolutely no permission.
"Yes, mummy," I said softly. "Please do it, Mum".
With a smile, she leaned forward and plunged her face into my crotch. Her wide, bright pink tongue flicked from her full lips as she luxuriously slathered the underside of my balls with saliva and made a soft snorting noise as she inhaled the scent between my legs.
"Goodness!" she smacked between licks. "I had [slurp!] almost forgotten [smack!] how delicious a cock and balls tasted [mmmmmm]!" She continued from my balls and proceeded to run her tongue along the thick veins of my shaft. Soon she made her way to my head but took extra time to send me through the ceiling by slurping and sliding her teeth around the sensitive crown before mercifully plopping it into her mouth.
Watching her cheeks expand and contract with the fullness of my flesh was my most erotic experience ever. Mum was sucking me was primal and experienced. She really knew how to suck. My balls twitched with her every moan as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Her tiny hands clutched my hard cock like a baby clasping a bottle as she bobbed her head back and forth. Lost in total ecstasy, her eyes closed and nostrils flared she lovingly took me in. Her throat constricted has she simultaneously swallowed droplets of my pre-cum and gulped for air. Although I had come less than fifteen minutes before, Mum’s adept tonguing soon brought me back to full throttle. My balls began to swell as I anticipated another gush of juice, this time not into a cold plumbing fixture, but into my mother’s eagerly awaiting mouth.
Agily, Mum squatted in a flat-footed crotch before me. Using only my dick for balance, her upper torso rocked back and forth into my crotch, her soft hair brushing my belly with each stroke. The skin encasing my balls stretched tightly as I lost my mind in anticipation of hosing down her burning throat with cum. Without losing her balance, she slid her hands from her grip on my penis and grasped my arse cheeks. Her head and face was now a blur as she brought me to my second climax of the morning.
“MMMuuummm!” I gasped. “Oh shit, I can’t hold it…I’m….gonna….cummmm!
A muffled squeal of delight escaped the sides of her lips and she pumped her head and shoulders in slower, but more forceful dips. I could see the impressions of her pupils roll up and back under her tightly shut eyelids as I busted a strong, draining nut into her jaws. My entire body shuddered uncontrollably as she greedily drank in my fluids. A single tear slid down her cheek as she gurgled and choked, but she managed to swallow every drop of what felt like a gallon of cream.
My knees began to sag and it seemed as if every ounce of strength in my body was being sucked out of me. Clutching my arse tightly, mum pulled me by my hips into her face as my dick began to deflate. She made moaning sounds as she savored the softness, swirling her tongue around it as it shrank between her fleshy lips. I had just shot a wad of cum into my own mother’s mouth. I stood motionless, hoping that the weirdness of the moment hadn’t affected Mum to the point of remorse. I was not to be that way at all.
Mum turned her head and leaned into my hips. With her eyes still shut she began to slather her face dreamily against my now limp young cock. “Oh, god,” she whispered hoarsely, “That was beautiful, darling. So beautiful.”
From her crouching position, she climbed my glistening, still heaving body and rested her arms around my neck. We stood there in the hallway, kissing each other sweetly as if we were long, lost lovers. I could still taste the saltyness of my own spunk on her lips.
“And now that we’ve become more than just ‘best friens’, my darling son,” she whispered. “It’s time we share the same bed. Would you like to move in to my bedroom with me, darling?”
“Yes, please Mum. I’d love to.” I answered. The thought excited me to the point that my young cock started to harden again!.
We broke our embrace and, we got dressed, ate a our breakfast, met at the door of what now was to become our own private love nest of erotic education.
“Wait until tonight, darling lover boy” she said as we embraced, fully clothed, for the first time as lovers. “Mummy’s got a special dessert planned just for the two of us.”
And for the first time in a long while, I thought of my father. “What a totally stupid mother-fucker he must have been to leave out on a woman like this.” I thought. She was something else, indeed.
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