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My summer holidays off scool was spent with my Mum at home. She was 35 years old, she had a plumpish figure. Her hair was brown, green eyes that always had a sparkle, and a warm inviting smile. I never thought of her as attractive or unattractive. She was just Mum, and I knew I could always depend on her. My father left us when I was 4. So Mum was it that taught me everything, and she did a great job raising me.
Mum and I got along great. We were bestfriends, she kinda spoiled me. I loved the way she would wake me up. She'd climb into bed with me and gently scratch my back and rub my belly. It felt so good that I wouldn't want to get up. I slept in my underwear, I would always have to hide my morning hard-on from her. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable. However, by the time I was fully awake, I would forget about it.
During the evening after she had finished work, she'd cook, and we would watch TV on the couch. I would lay down on the couch resting my head on her lap. She would run her fingers through my hair. Making me feel content and safe. On nights that were really tired, we would lay in bed and watch tv until we fell asleep. Sometimes she would put her arm around me, or I would put mine around her. I enjoyed being close to her. Her body was warm and soft. I never thought anything about us sleeping in the same bed together occasionally. I actually looked forward to it. We would fall asleep together, then in the morning, she would wake me up by scratching my back and rubbing my belly.
As time passed, we started sleeping in the same bed more often, until it became a nightly routine. I liked sharing the bed with her and cuddling up together . Some nights when I couldn't sleep, she would put her arm around me and gently rub my belly until I fell asleep. She made me feel so loved. When her fingers gently glided over my abdomen, it gave me chills. Her fingers would slide down towards my crotch, then she would stop short of going there, and return to rubbing my belly.
When she couldn't sleep, I would put my around her with my crotch pressing against her plump buttocks. I would rub her belly over her nightie. She was very warm, round and soft. Her breast were firm. I was always careful not to touch them, but sometimes I did by accident. I would softly caress her belly until she fell asleep. Often, I would let my hand move below her belly and just above her private parts and stop there for a second. She seemed to like it.
This was our routine. We worked or played during the day and cuddled at night. I had never felt so much love in my life.
None of the girls in school could make me feel the way Mum did. They were all insecure, needy, and full of drama. I didn't have any of that at home with Mum. I loved being content and having someone who knew how to soothe me. No girl my age could do that like Mum. I found myself feeling anxious to get home from school to see her. I also would catch myself daydreaming about our snuggle time. Craving it actually. All I wanted was her warmth and love.
Sometimes mates at school would ask what I was doing at night, but as we lived in the country I would just say staying in. I realized I couldn't tell them that I was going to have cuddles with my Mum. This is when I started to feel shame about being a "Mummy's boy". I felt that maybe something was wrong with me. I was f******n and I loved being with my Mother more than anyone else. I was starting to think that maybe I was some kind of freak and shouldn't be alive. I became sad. I didn't want to tell my Mum how I felt because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I felt so alone. The only thing that made me feel better was our cuddle's.
I would constantly think about how bad all I wanted to do was cuddle with my Mum. If the other k**s at school knew that I was a "Mummy's boy." They would hate me and think I was sick.
Finally one evening I was in my bedroom crying when Mum came in. I started to cry hysterically and couldn't stop. She cuddled me for at least an hour until was able to talk.
She asked, "Why are you crying like this?"
With tears running down my face, and snot from my nose, "I am not normal, all I want to do is cuddle with you. I don't like other girls. Something is wrong with me. All I want is to be with you. Nobody makes me feel the way you do."
I looked into her compassionate eyes, that sparkled with magic. She hugged me tight and whispered into my ear, "It's okay to be a 'Mummy's boy' there is nothing wrong with it. I love our cuddle time just as much as you do. I spend my entire day looking forward to it. Don't be ashamed. I know it is not something you want to share with other k**s at school. That is okay, we will keep our cuddle time a secret. The more secret it is, the better it will be." She said. That night I fell asleep in her arms.
It took me a couple of days to process what she said 'secret cuddle time' sounded nice. I liked the idea that nobody had to know. I also made me feel better that my Mum looked forward to cuddling as much as I did. I felt relieved, I could breathe easier. The world seemed to be a brighter place. I was more eager to cuddle with her than ever. I didn't feel ashamed of being a "Mummy's boy'. Deep down I felt a bit proud and special.
Sunday morning, I woke up lying on my side, Mum had her arm around me gently caressing my belly. I was only wearing my underwear. Her light touch gave me chills. Her hand glided in a circle around my belly button. When her hand reached the elastic of my underwear, I shuddered and held my breath until she moved her hand upward. Then I was able to breathe again. She slowly moved her hand back down. She kissed the back of my neck as her hand went past the elastic of my underwear and drifted over the top of my erection. I shivered in her embrace, her hand moved back up circling my nipple with her fingertip.
She kissed me on the back of the neck again and got out bed, "time for me to make us breakfast," she sighed. "Get up sleepy head."
That day all I could think about was that morning. Every time I Imagined in my mind my Mother's hand caressing my hard young cock, I got hard again. I couldn't stop the scene from playing over and over in my head. I tried masturbating to stop the thoughts, but it didn't work. I was still obsessing the day seemed never-ending. I couldn't wait for bedtime to come so we could cuddle some more.
That night we ate dinner at Five, after we're done, we washed the dishes. I pretended to be tired "Wow, I am really tired tonight Mum, I think I am going to go to bed early." I said.
"Me too darling, I think I will join you," Mum said while yawning.
Then she went into the bathroom, as I went to the bedroom. I undressed down to my underwear and slid underneath the sheets. She reappeared from the bathroom wearing short see-through nightie that I had never seen her wear before. I could see the outline of her breasts and her nipples. I could even see that her dark hairy bush. I got hard seeing her body through the sheer fabric. My mother was sexy. I liked that she was not like other girls. She was a tall, big beautiful woman. I loved her curves, her big thighs, her large 38C breast, and perfectly shaped plump bottom. She was a real woman. The hardness in my underwear confirmed it.
She slid under the sheet and gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "Secret cuddle time she said."
"I love you, Mum, "I replied.
"I love you too darling, "she said as she rolled over onto her side pulling my arm around her.
My hand was on her tummy, my hard cock was pressed against her soft arse. I snuggled up close to her and slowly began to rub her belly. Her sheer nightie was soft and felt nice on my fingertips. I closed my eyes, let my hand circle her belly button while pushing my groin up against her arse. I felt more relaxed and at ease since our talk about keeping our cuddle time a secret. I kept my eyes closed and breathed slowly as I caressed her tummy. My young cock stayed hard as I continued to press it against her while sometimes shifting it up and down. She seemed very relaxed about me doing this.
I was way more comfortable with her now, I let my hand lightly touch her breast then moved it away. She didn't say anything so I did it again, letting me hand stay on her breast a little longer to see if she would move it away or stop me. She didn't. I moved my hand back down to her belly. Then back to her breast this time I gently ran my fingers over her nipple a couple of times. She leaned into me and sighed. She whispered, "It's ok to touch me anywhere you want darling. Mummy loves it."
I kept rubbing her breasts. Her warm, soft flesh in the palm of my hand. As I kissed the back of her neck while slowly humping my crotch against her bottom. Then I felt her hand touch mine, she slowly guided my hand down to her tummy. I panicked and thought that I had gone to far. Then she kept guiding my hand past her tummy and underneath her nightie and rested my fingers on her hairy pussy. Now I was nervous I couldn't believe I was about to touch my Mum's hairy pussy and that it was okay.
She softly moaned as my fingers began to explore around her bush. I pressed my finger into her slit, it was very moist. My young cock was really hard and pressing its way between her ass-cheeks through my underwear. She rubbed her feet against my leg sending a chill up my spine. She was so soft, warm and loving. I kissed the back of her neck again and again as my fingers slipped inside of her. Her pussy was wet and much warmer than I expected it to be. She moaned and squirmed as my fingers massaged inside of her pussy.
She shivered, as my dripping wet fingers slipped out of her, she rolled over and looked into my eyes and gave me a long sensual kiss on my lips. Her fingers lightly glided down my chest over my belly to the elastic of my underwear. This time she slipped in hand into my undies, her hand on my hard young cock, and her fingertip tickled my nuts. Her other hand caressed my face, as she kissed me again, this time her tongue slid into my mouth. Her hand tightened around my penis.
"Take your underpant off Mark," she whispered into my ear. I reached down and squirmed out of my undies. My penis bounced against her hand. She gently wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked up and down a couple of times. Then she let go and pulled me close to her. Hugging me tightly. I put my arms around her, slipping my hand underneath her nightie, I rubbed her arse, while her big breasts pressed up against me. I humped her thigh, while we kissed, and I rubbed her arse. I humped her thigh faster and faster losing control, kissing passionately. I humped on her thigh. Like a horny puppy dog. I lost complete control as I convulsed against her flesh squirting my cum all over her warm thigh. It was wet and sticky. I held my breath when I realized what I had done. I came on my Mum's thigh. I didn't want her to be mad at me. However, it was too late, she had my semen all over her thigh.
I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry Mummy. I couldn't help myself. I lost control." I felt so ashamed of myself for cumming on her.
She looked at me so compassionately and said, "It's ok, only good boys get to cum on their Mother's.
You are my very good boy." She kissed me, rubbing my cock getting cum on her fingers, then she lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted my cum. Then she kissed me with my cum on her lips.
I fell asleep naked when I awoke the next morning Mum was sleeping on her side facing away from me. I was hard, I humped her arse until I came in her crack. She rolled over and said, "I felt you cumming in my bum crack. Like a good boy." Then she reached back and wiped her crack with her fingers. They glistened with my cum. Then she sucked them clean.
From that morning on, we cuddled naked. That is how we liked to cuddle. All that week she let me hump and cum on her whenever I wanted to. I humped her arse, and her thighs. She didn't mind my sticky cum on her. She'd have me rub her hairy pussy and make it wet. She liked to cum too. She always reassured me that our cuddles were natural for a Mother and Son to do. She made me happy.
My obsession with our cuddle time dominated my mind every day. The only thing that helped was a good cuddle and cumming on my Mother. Yet, even then the thoughts returned sometimes minutes later. I loved her naked body rubbing against mine. I loved how we kissed, sometimes she would wear lipstick, I liked the way it tasted. I loved it when we hugged, kissed, cuddled, and humped. I felt so loved. Nothing and nobody could make me feel the way my Mother did.
One morning I woke up and Mum's nipple was brushed up against my cheek. I turned my head to the side and started to suckle on it. Mum moaned, suckling on her nipple gave me a warm feeling inside and made my young cock hard. Her nipple swelled between my lips and pressed against my tongue. I gently sucked and released the pressure over and over. Mum moaned and squirmed and placed her leg over the top of my hip. Hugging me between her thighs. I humped my penis against her moist hairy pussy until I squirted cum on her hairy bush.
We continued this routine for weeks. We cuddled in the morning and at night. She let me suck on her nipples while I either humped her or fingered her hairy pussy. She always let me cum on her. Sometimes on weekends, we would cuddle most of thet day and night. We would get up to eat and shower, then go back under the covers to cuddle some more. These weekends were the best!
In October a storm hit, we knew it was coming and had stocked up on food and candles. It was good that we did because when the storm hit our power went out. We lit the candles and held each other tight as the wind howled outside. We stay under the sheets and we snuggled as the storm raged on. When the thunder boomed, we hugged each other tightly, we kissed with every flash of lightning. I suckled on her nipples during the steady calm of the rain. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of a tree falling in the field outside, we held each other so tight and close that my hard cock slipped inside her wet pussy. She opened her legs and allowed me entrance. I thrusted in and out of her warm juiciness until I squirted cum inside of her.
That hurricane changed my life forever because after that I was able to make love to Mother whenever I wanted to. She never objected. She would even ask me to make love to her hairy juicy hole. I always obliged. I enjoyed pleasing her. After the storm, we never really watched TV anymore, it was on but we never watched it much. We spent our time being intimate with each other.
We played a dice game that she bought. Each side of the dice had a body part. I would roll the dice and then lick and kiss whatever body part came up. If I rolled the dice and it said," Pussy, " I would lick her hairy pussy. Which I loved. She would spread her legs wide open, I'd wedge my face between her thighs and feast on her juices. Sometimes I would roll the dice and it would say Butt. She would climb on top of me, spread her arse cheeks apart and sit on my face. I loved that too. Her arsehole tasted so good. It was sour, tangy, sweet and salty all at the same time. She would bounce up and down on my face, as my tongue slid in and out of her arsehole. Or she would roll the dice and have to suck my cock, she was amazing at it. She would lick my nuts and bob her head up and down on my shaft until I shot my cum in her mouth. Or if she rolled "Butt" she would lick my arsehole which always felt nice. Life with Mum was great!
I awoke on my 15th birthday to my Mum sucking on my hard cock. It was the best way to wake up ever. I opened my eyes to see her head bouncing up and down. Her warm wet mouth massage my morning wood. I started thrusting deep in her mouth, humping her face, to let her know I was awake. I spread open my legs, so she could lick my nuts. I loved the feeling of the tip of her tongue tickling the backside of my balls and gliding over my arsehole. Mother knew how to hit all the right spots.
I was moaning with pleasure and fully awake, with my hard young cock in my Mother's mouth. She stopped and slid up the bed and looked into my eyes. In a soft, low voice, she began to sing, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Mark, my baby lover, happy birthday to you," She kissed me passionately, our tongues danced with each other. I moved down and kissing and nibbling on her neck. I moved down even further, my lips passing over her large breast, to her nipple. It was hard, and I sucked it into my mouth.
I lied there with my young cock hard, cuddling up to my Mum and suckling on her nipple like a babe. We cuddled and nuzzled against each other. I swirled my tongue around her nipple while humping against her. I slid down a little further kissing her warm soft belly, sucking on her flash. I wrapped my legs around her thick thigh and humped it as I continued sucking and licking her belly. While reaching around her with my other hand caressing her arse, my fingers glided up and down her crack.
She moaned as my fingers circled her arsehole, "oh yes." She whispered, as my finger slide into her hole.
I slid down further below her belly and started to lick around her hairy pussy, with my finger still in her arsehole, "oh my god." She yelped when I sucked on her clitty.
Juice bubbled and ooze from between her pussy lips as I kept on sucking on her clitty and fingering her arsehole. I sucked her clitty and fingered her arsehole harder and faster until juice sprayed into my mouth and all over my face. This was the best birthday breakfast ever.
She opened her legs wide, " Fuck me Mark, cum inside your me." She murmured.
I climbed on top of her slipping my hard cock inside of her hot juicy hole and thrusted it in and out as fast and hard as I could, "cum inside me baby." She squealed.
I worked as hard as I could in and out. Our bodies drenched in sweat. Her hot, cave of moist flesh swallowed my young cock. I felt a chill and my cock twitched. Then my entire body tightened up.
She yelled, "I can feel you cumming inside of me." I convulsed as my cum filled her pussy. With each convulsion, my body relaxed against hers until I was empty.
I collapsed on top of her, arms around each other we kissed passionately. Sucking on each other's lips and tongues, "I love you Mummy, I will be yours forever and ever until I die." I declared to her.
"I am all yours's to darling, you're my Mummy's boy and I love You. Happy birthday Mark," She whimpered.
We embraced, kissing, and caressing each other. I knew in my heart Mum was the woman of my dreams. The only woman I would ever love.
"I love you, Mummy, this is the best birthday ever," I exclaimed with a passionate kiss.
Mum and I got along great. We were bestfriends, she kinda spoiled me. I loved the way she would wake me up. She'd climb into bed with me and gently scratch my back and rub my belly. It felt so good that I wouldn't want to get up. I slept in my underwear, I would always have to hide my morning hard-on from her. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable. However, by the time I was fully awake, I would forget about it.
During the evening after she had finished work, she'd cook, and we would watch TV on the couch. I would lay down on the couch resting my head on her lap. She would run her fingers through my hair. Making me feel content and safe. On nights that were really tired, we would lay in bed and watch tv until we fell asleep. Sometimes she would put her arm around me, or I would put mine around her. I enjoyed being close to her. Her body was warm and soft. I never thought anything about us sleeping in the same bed together occasionally. I actually looked forward to it. We would fall asleep together, then in the morning, she would wake me up by scratching my back and rubbing my belly.
As time passed, we started sleeping in the same bed more often, until it became a nightly routine. I liked sharing the bed with her and cuddling up together . Some nights when I couldn't sleep, she would put her arm around me and gently rub my belly until I fell asleep. She made me feel so loved. When her fingers gently glided over my abdomen, it gave me chills. Her fingers would slide down towards my crotch, then she would stop short of going there, and return to rubbing my belly.
When she couldn't sleep, I would put my around her with my crotch pressing against her plump buttocks. I would rub her belly over her nightie. She was very warm, round and soft. Her breast were firm. I was always careful not to touch them, but sometimes I did by accident. I would softly caress her belly until she fell asleep. Often, I would let my hand move below her belly and just above her private parts and stop there for a second. She seemed to like it.
This was our routine. We worked or played during the day and cuddled at night. I had never felt so much love in my life.
None of the girls in school could make me feel the way Mum did. They were all insecure, needy, and full of drama. I didn't have any of that at home with Mum. I loved being content and having someone who knew how to soothe me. No girl my age could do that like Mum. I found myself feeling anxious to get home from school to see her. I also would catch myself daydreaming about our snuggle time. Craving it actually. All I wanted was her warmth and love.
Sometimes mates at school would ask what I was doing at night, but as we lived in the country I would just say staying in. I realized I couldn't tell them that I was going to have cuddles with my Mum. This is when I started to feel shame about being a "Mummy's boy". I felt that maybe something was wrong with me. I was f******n and I loved being with my Mother more than anyone else. I was starting to think that maybe I was some kind of freak and shouldn't be alive. I became sad. I didn't want to tell my Mum how I felt because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I felt so alone. The only thing that made me feel better was our cuddle's.
I would constantly think about how bad all I wanted to do was cuddle with my Mum. If the other k**s at school knew that I was a "Mummy's boy." They would hate me and think I was sick.
Finally one evening I was in my bedroom crying when Mum came in. I started to cry hysterically and couldn't stop. She cuddled me for at least an hour until was able to talk.
She asked, "Why are you crying like this?"
With tears running down my face, and snot from my nose, "I am not normal, all I want to do is cuddle with you. I don't like other girls. Something is wrong with me. All I want is to be with you. Nobody makes me feel the way you do."
I looked into her compassionate eyes, that sparkled with magic. She hugged me tight and whispered into my ear, "It's okay to be a 'Mummy's boy' there is nothing wrong with it. I love our cuddle time just as much as you do. I spend my entire day looking forward to it. Don't be ashamed. I know it is not something you want to share with other k**s at school. That is okay, we will keep our cuddle time a secret. The more secret it is, the better it will be." She said. That night I fell asleep in her arms.
It took me a couple of days to process what she said 'secret cuddle time' sounded nice. I liked the idea that nobody had to know. I also made me feel better that my Mum looked forward to cuddling as much as I did. I felt relieved, I could breathe easier. The world seemed to be a brighter place. I was more eager to cuddle with her than ever. I didn't feel ashamed of being a "Mummy's boy'. Deep down I felt a bit proud and special.
Sunday morning, I woke up lying on my side, Mum had her arm around me gently caressing my belly. I was only wearing my underwear. Her light touch gave me chills. Her hand glided in a circle around my belly button. When her hand reached the elastic of my underwear, I shuddered and held my breath until she moved her hand upward. Then I was able to breathe again. She slowly moved her hand back down. She kissed the back of my neck as her hand went past the elastic of my underwear and drifted over the top of my erection. I shivered in her embrace, her hand moved back up circling my nipple with her fingertip.
She kissed me on the back of the neck again and got out bed, "time for me to make us breakfast," she sighed. "Get up sleepy head."
That day all I could think about was that morning. Every time I Imagined in my mind my Mother's hand caressing my hard young cock, I got hard again. I couldn't stop the scene from playing over and over in my head. I tried masturbating to stop the thoughts, but it didn't work. I was still obsessing the day seemed never-ending. I couldn't wait for bedtime to come so we could cuddle some more.
That night we ate dinner at Five, after we're done, we washed the dishes. I pretended to be tired "Wow, I am really tired tonight Mum, I think I am going to go to bed early." I said.
"Me too darling, I think I will join you," Mum said while yawning.
Then she went into the bathroom, as I went to the bedroom. I undressed down to my underwear and slid underneath the sheets. She reappeared from the bathroom wearing short see-through nightie that I had never seen her wear before. I could see the outline of her breasts and her nipples. I could even see that her dark hairy bush. I got hard seeing her body through the sheer fabric. My mother was sexy. I liked that she was not like other girls. She was a tall, big beautiful woman. I loved her curves, her big thighs, her large 38C breast, and perfectly shaped plump bottom. She was a real woman. The hardness in my underwear confirmed it.
She slid under the sheet and gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "Secret cuddle time she said."
"I love you, Mum, "I replied.
"I love you too darling, "she said as she rolled over onto her side pulling my arm around her.
My hand was on her tummy, my hard cock was pressed against her soft arse. I snuggled up close to her and slowly began to rub her belly. Her sheer nightie was soft and felt nice on my fingertips. I closed my eyes, let my hand circle her belly button while pushing my groin up against her arse. I felt more relaxed and at ease since our talk about keeping our cuddle time a secret. I kept my eyes closed and breathed slowly as I caressed her tummy. My young cock stayed hard as I continued to press it against her while sometimes shifting it up and down. She seemed very relaxed about me doing this.
I was way more comfortable with her now, I let my hand lightly touch her breast then moved it away. She didn't say anything so I did it again, letting me hand stay on her breast a little longer to see if she would move it away or stop me. She didn't. I moved my hand back down to her belly. Then back to her breast this time I gently ran my fingers over her nipple a couple of times. She leaned into me and sighed. She whispered, "It's ok to touch me anywhere you want darling. Mummy loves it."
I kept rubbing her breasts. Her warm, soft flesh in the palm of my hand. As I kissed the back of her neck while slowly humping my crotch against her bottom. Then I felt her hand touch mine, she slowly guided my hand down to her tummy. I panicked and thought that I had gone to far. Then she kept guiding my hand past her tummy and underneath her nightie and rested my fingers on her hairy pussy. Now I was nervous I couldn't believe I was about to touch my Mum's hairy pussy and that it was okay.
She softly moaned as my fingers began to explore around her bush. I pressed my finger into her slit, it was very moist. My young cock was really hard and pressing its way between her ass-cheeks through my underwear. She rubbed her feet against my leg sending a chill up my spine. She was so soft, warm and loving. I kissed the back of her neck again and again as my fingers slipped inside of her. Her pussy was wet and much warmer than I expected it to be. She moaned and squirmed as my fingers massaged inside of her pussy.
She shivered, as my dripping wet fingers slipped out of her, she rolled over and looked into my eyes and gave me a long sensual kiss on my lips. Her fingers lightly glided down my chest over my belly to the elastic of my underwear. This time she slipped in hand into my undies, her hand on my hard young cock, and her fingertip tickled my nuts. Her other hand caressed my face, as she kissed me again, this time her tongue slid into my mouth. Her hand tightened around my penis.
"Take your underpant off Mark," she whispered into my ear. I reached down and squirmed out of my undies. My penis bounced against her hand. She gently wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked up and down a couple of times. Then she let go and pulled me close to her. Hugging me tightly. I put my arms around her, slipping my hand underneath her nightie, I rubbed her arse, while her big breasts pressed up against me. I humped her thigh, while we kissed, and I rubbed her arse. I humped her thigh faster and faster losing control, kissing passionately. I humped on her thigh. Like a horny puppy dog. I lost complete control as I convulsed against her flesh squirting my cum all over her warm thigh. It was wet and sticky. I held my breath when I realized what I had done. I came on my Mum's thigh. I didn't want her to be mad at me. However, it was too late, she had my semen all over her thigh.
I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry Mummy. I couldn't help myself. I lost control." I felt so ashamed of myself for cumming on her.
She looked at me so compassionately and said, "It's ok, only good boys get to cum on their Mother's.
You are my very good boy." She kissed me, rubbing my cock getting cum on her fingers, then she lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted my cum. Then she kissed me with my cum on her lips.
I fell asleep naked when I awoke the next morning Mum was sleeping on her side facing away from me. I was hard, I humped her arse until I came in her crack. She rolled over and said, "I felt you cumming in my bum crack. Like a good boy." Then she reached back and wiped her crack with her fingers. They glistened with my cum. Then she sucked them clean.
From that morning on, we cuddled naked. That is how we liked to cuddle. All that week she let me hump and cum on her whenever I wanted to. I humped her arse, and her thighs. She didn't mind my sticky cum on her. She'd have me rub her hairy pussy and make it wet. She liked to cum too. She always reassured me that our cuddles were natural for a Mother and Son to do. She made me happy.
My obsession with our cuddle time dominated my mind every day. The only thing that helped was a good cuddle and cumming on my Mother. Yet, even then the thoughts returned sometimes minutes later. I loved her naked body rubbing against mine. I loved how we kissed, sometimes she would wear lipstick, I liked the way it tasted. I loved it when we hugged, kissed, cuddled, and humped. I felt so loved. Nothing and nobody could make me feel the way my Mother did.
One morning I woke up and Mum's nipple was brushed up against my cheek. I turned my head to the side and started to suckle on it. Mum moaned, suckling on her nipple gave me a warm feeling inside and made my young cock hard. Her nipple swelled between my lips and pressed against my tongue. I gently sucked and released the pressure over and over. Mum moaned and squirmed and placed her leg over the top of my hip. Hugging me between her thighs. I humped my penis against her moist hairy pussy until I squirted cum on her hairy bush.
We continued this routine for weeks. We cuddled in the morning and at night. She let me suck on her nipples while I either humped her or fingered her hairy pussy. She always let me cum on her. Sometimes on weekends, we would cuddle most of thet day and night. We would get up to eat and shower, then go back under the covers to cuddle some more. These weekends were the best!
In October a storm hit, we knew it was coming and had stocked up on food and candles. It was good that we did because when the storm hit our power went out. We lit the candles and held each other tight as the wind howled outside. We stay under the sheets and we snuggled as the storm raged on. When the thunder boomed, we hugged each other tightly, we kissed with every flash of lightning. I suckled on her nipples during the steady calm of the rain. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of a tree falling in the field outside, we held each other so tight and close that my hard cock slipped inside her wet pussy. She opened her legs and allowed me entrance. I thrusted in and out of her warm juiciness until I squirted cum inside of her.
That hurricane changed my life forever because after that I was able to make love to Mother whenever I wanted to. She never objected. She would even ask me to make love to her hairy juicy hole. I always obliged. I enjoyed pleasing her. After the storm, we never really watched TV anymore, it was on but we never watched it much. We spent our time being intimate with each other.
We played a dice game that she bought. Each side of the dice had a body part. I would roll the dice and then lick and kiss whatever body part came up. If I rolled the dice and it said," Pussy, " I would lick her hairy pussy. Which I loved. She would spread her legs wide open, I'd wedge my face between her thighs and feast on her juices. Sometimes I would roll the dice and it would say Butt. She would climb on top of me, spread her arse cheeks apart and sit on my face. I loved that too. Her arsehole tasted so good. It was sour, tangy, sweet and salty all at the same time. She would bounce up and down on my face, as my tongue slid in and out of her arsehole. Or she would roll the dice and have to suck my cock, she was amazing at it. She would lick my nuts and bob her head up and down on my shaft until I shot my cum in her mouth. Or if she rolled "Butt" she would lick my arsehole which always felt nice. Life with Mum was great!
I awoke on my 15th birthday to my Mum sucking on my hard cock. It was the best way to wake up ever. I opened my eyes to see her head bouncing up and down. Her warm wet mouth massage my morning wood. I started thrusting deep in her mouth, humping her face, to let her know I was awake. I spread open my legs, so she could lick my nuts. I loved the feeling of the tip of her tongue tickling the backside of my balls and gliding over my arsehole. Mother knew how to hit all the right spots.
I was moaning with pleasure and fully awake, with my hard young cock in my Mother's mouth. She stopped and slid up the bed and looked into my eyes. In a soft, low voice, she began to sing, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Mark, my baby lover, happy birthday to you," She kissed me passionately, our tongues danced with each other. I moved down and kissing and nibbling on her neck. I moved down even further, my lips passing over her large breast, to her nipple. It was hard, and I sucked it into my mouth.
I lied there with my young cock hard, cuddling up to my Mum and suckling on her nipple like a babe. We cuddled and nuzzled against each other. I swirled my tongue around her nipple while humping against her. I slid down a little further kissing her warm soft belly, sucking on her flash. I wrapped my legs around her thick thigh and humped it as I continued sucking and licking her belly. While reaching around her with my other hand caressing her arse, my fingers glided up and down her crack.
She moaned as my fingers circled her arsehole, "oh yes." She whispered, as my finger slide into her hole.
I slid down further below her belly and started to lick around her hairy pussy, with my finger still in her arsehole, "oh my god." She yelped when I sucked on her clitty.
Juice bubbled and ooze from between her pussy lips as I kept on sucking on her clitty and fingering her arsehole. I sucked her clitty and fingered her arsehole harder and faster until juice sprayed into my mouth and all over my face. This was the best birthday breakfast ever.
She opened her legs wide, " Fuck me Mark, cum inside your me." She murmured.
I climbed on top of her slipping my hard cock inside of her hot juicy hole and thrusted it in and out as fast and hard as I could, "cum inside me baby." She squealed.
I worked as hard as I could in and out. Our bodies drenched in sweat. Her hot, cave of moist flesh swallowed my young cock. I felt a chill and my cock twitched. Then my entire body tightened up.
She yelled, "I can feel you cumming inside of me." I convulsed as my cum filled her pussy. With each convulsion, my body relaxed against hers until I was empty.
I collapsed on top of her, arms around each other we kissed passionately. Sucking on each other's lips and tongues, "I love you Mummy, I will be yours forever and ever until I die." I declared to her.
"I am all yours's to darling, you're my Mummy's boy and I love You. Happy birthday Mark," She whimpered.
We embraced, kissing, and caressing each other. I knew in my heart Mum was the woman of my dreams. The only woman I would ever love.
"I love you, Mummy, this is the best birthday ever," I exclaimed with a passionate kiss.
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