Not long after I started college, when I was nineteen, my mother and I took a trip from Oregon to Kansas, to see my older sister Donna. She had moved away a year ago to go to college out there but had quickly dropped out. She hated school, she announced, but loved Topeka. And Donna was twenty-three, four years older than me, a fully-grown adult now, able to make her own decisions, so there she stayed.
This was the first time we'd gone out to visit her. It was an eventful drive, and I'll have to tell you about it someday, but this is a different story.
Anyway we got to Topeka and found Donna's apartment. Hugs all around, and she helped us bring our luggage inside, then we decided we were hungry and Donna ordered us some dinner. It was delicious, and wonderful being all together again.
After we ate we sat in the living room and talked about the drive down here, and I was terrified for a moment that Donna was going to see in our faces that something serious had happened and not stop bugging us about it, but it seemed we pulled it off.
Donna suspected nothing. Mom started fading fast and got up to say goodnight to us, kissing us each good night just as she had all our lives, not a hint of sex in the kiss she bestowed on me, and then she was back in her new bedroom.
Donna and I stayed up for awhile talking. Eventually we touched on the subject of romance, as we had so many times on the phone since she had moved away. Our relationship over the phone had changed drastically in the last year, our conversations growing more intimate, personal, and finally sexual.
I felt that familiar flood of desire and happiness course through me, that feeling where you've found a new romance and you want to share it with everybody, but of course I knew I couldn't. That was going to be tough.
"So, little brother, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, snaking her legs under her and yawning. "You've grown up so much, you're so handsome and muscular, you MUST have a girlfriend."
"Well....." I could tell I was blushing.
She gasped. "You DO have a girlfriend! I knew it! Who is she? Tell me tell me tell me!"
"I can't tell you." She started to object but I held up my hand. I had planned for this. "I really can't, it's a girl at the college and we agreed that we're taking it really slow, it's not official and we promised to keep it a secret until we decide for sure."
Donna made a big show of pouting. "I know, I'd like to tell you, but I promised. You understand."
She nodded. "I guess, but I'm DYING to hear about your love life, especially since mine is on the fritz. So okay you can't tell me her name, but tell me what she looks like. You can tell me that much, at least, can't you?"
I thought a moment. How close to the truth could I get? "Well, she's extremely good-looking, I think. She has a beautiful smile and great big eyes, and her hair isn't super long, it's just right. I think she's perfect. I really do."
Donna smiled a little devilishly. "Is she older than you?"
My mouth dropped open. "How'd you--"
She laughed. "Honey, you've ALWAYS liked the older women. Haven't you ever noticed that? All your life you've liked WOMEN, not girls."
I must have blushed because she laughed even more, and I smiled. "Yeah, she's a bit older than me. A few years."
"More than ten years older?"
How much should I admit to? "Um.... Well, yeah, more than ten years. But that's all I'm telling you."
"Fifteen years?" Donna asked. She saw the look on my face. "TWENTY years older?"
"Now, come on, I don't think that's...."
"She's twenty years older than you? Bobby, that's a lot. Are you sure---oops, sorry. Wait. None of my business, it's your life. I'm sorry to pry, it's that protective big sister in me. Sorry."
"It's okay."
She looked at me. "But she IS twenty years older, isn't she? She's a full-grown woman with a family, isn't she?" I didn't say anything. She tried to stop, but I could see she had to ask. "Is she married, Bobby?"
I sighed. "She's divorced. That's all I'm gonna tell you."
"I mean, if she's so much older how did you meet her? Did you meet because you were dated her daughter, or something?"
"Donna, come ON, that's not fair."
"Okay, okay. You're right, I'm sorry, I'll stop. So, is she a good kisser?"
"Yeah, she's really good, yeah. Actually the best I've ever kissed, to tell the truth."
"Well, she's had a lot of time to practice, I guess," she smirked. "And of course she has great big knockers, because ALL of the girls you like have great big knockers. Am I right?"
I blushed again, and she laughed. "Uhm, yeah. They're pretty big."
"Big as mine?" she asked, sticking out her chest. My sister was very well-endowed, of course, being our mother's daughter.
My answer was to simply blush furiously.
She laughed again. "Hey, you can say it. It's just you and me, Mom can't hear us. Tell me, are her boobs as big as mine are? Come on, enquiring minds want to know."
She saw me stalling and looking out the window, and she reached over and grabbed my chin and pulled my face around. "You can look, little brother, I won't tell on you, I promise. You know I can keep a secret."
Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? I took a deep breath, but I refused to actually look directly at my sister's breasts. "You're crazy, you know that? YES, they're as big as yours. Okay?"
"Bigger?" She stuck them out again.
I rolled my eyes. "How COULD they be bigger than yours, Donna? Okay? Satisfied?"
She shrugged. "Mom's are bigger than mine," she said quietly. "Bigger than any I've ever seen, anywhere. But do you think hers are TOO big, though? I wonder that sometimes. I know they must be painful, god knows mine are. Hey. Bobby. Whose boobs do you think are better, mine or Mom's? Are BIG tits better, or straight-up fucking HUGE?"
My mouth dropped open like a hinge. "I....I....." My face must have been so red.
"Jesus. Don't be such a prude. There's nothing wrong with talking about it. It's just US." She was quiet a moment, then she smiled at me. "Don't you remember our phone conversations?"
I did, of COURSE I remembered, even though we hadn't mentioned it or even hinted about it for weeks. Donna had gotten interested in family sex a bit before me, but not much before. We used to talk about it on the phone a lot because we were so close. We used to talk about our mother's enormous breasts and Donna used to say she hoped hers would get as big as Mom's. Well, looking at her now I'd say she almost made it, but not quite.
She stood up abruptly. "Come on, let's go to my room. Mom won't wake up. She's way too tired, you saw how tired she was."
Yes, I thought, and I'm the reason she's so tired. Oh fuck it, I decided. What can it hurt?
I stood up. "Okay," I said, and followed her to her bedroom, looking at her incredibly shapely ass in her blue jeans.
She had a few candles going, and her computer was on so the room was bathed in a gentle blue light and flickering yellow from the candles. I smelled incense. She closed the door, then went into the bathroom adjoining her room. Before she closed the door, she turned and looked at me. "Are we going to do what we talked about on the phone last Christmas?"
"Uh....sure. I guess so."
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I pulled off my pants. My cock was already getting hard. I pulled off my socks and tossed them onto the pants, and then I climbed onto her bed, sat cross-legged. And waited.
A minute later the toilet flushed and she came out, dressed in a teeshirt, an old one of our father's with the logo of some sports team on it. Her legs were bare, she'd taken off her pants too. I could see that her panties were still pink. She padded across the room over to me and stood by the bed.
"What about your undershirt like you always used to wear?" she grinned. "I always liked your undershirts. They're sexy."
I shrugged. "I don't sleep in undershirts anymore. Sorry."
She regarded me for a second, then she said, "Well, it's cheating to wear a big heavy sweater. It's gotta go. Sorry, those are the rules of the game, you gotta wear what we talked about on the phone, or nothing."
I shook my head, laughing, and pulled the sweater off. I tried not to be so vain, but I kind of flexed my muscles anyway. Why not? My sister's eyes bugged for a second at my bare chest and arms, and then she took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged facing me like we always used to. I could see by the way her ample bosom swayed with her movements that she had relieved herself of something.
"No bra?" I asked. "You're supposed to wear a bra. Those are the rules, right?"
"I cheated," she said. We looked at each other in the soft light, and finally she said, "Okay, well, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours, little brother."
"Okay," I said.
Slowly she pulled her teeshirt off and tossed it onto the bed, and suddenly there she was again, just like before, sitting inches away from me, her bare, milk-white breasts moving with her breathing.
They were bigger now, certainly not as big as Mom's but big, more than a double D for sure, maybe an F, and because she was only twenty they didn't sag, at all. I loved the way my mother's breasts sagged, of course, but these ones were very nice, too.
In fact they were beautiful. They were astounding. And they still had the big nipples, hardly any aureole, just a big pink gumdrop pointing straight out, straight at me, and I was flooded with the feeling that she was so beautiful. And there was one new addition, a small tattoo of a bird on the swell of her right breast. That was not something I knew about. Or Mom.
"When did you get a tattoo?" I asked, laughing.
"A few months ago. To symbolize my freedom from stupid bourgeois closed-minded mentalities. I flew away from all that when I came here. This is the symbol of my freedom." She touched the bird, stroked it.
"Have you told Mom?" I asked, knowing she hadn't.
"Not yet," she said. "I will, but I know she'll be hurt and I don't want to hurt her. Do you like it? It's a hummingbird."
I leaned close to look at it, or pretend to look at it, because my gaze was drawn in by the sheer beauty of my sister's breasts. Their shape was perfect. They looked like cream in two large bowls. With two tiny cherries on top. I cleared my throat and I said, "I like it. I like it a lot."
She smiled. "Do you like the rest? Are they bigger than the last time you saw them? Are they pretty?"
"They're gorgeous, Donna. They're amazing, they're....perfect. They look perfect. They're beautiful. I looked her in the eyes. "You're beautiful."
She blushed just a bit. "Thank you. You're beautiful too," she whispered, looking again over my chest and my flat stomach and my arms and legs. "You've turned into really a handsome, amazing, gorgeous man. I have to tell you the truth....I got weak in the knees when I saw you. You're a MAN now, a real man. A very, very good-looking MAN."
I didn't know what to say, and though I tried to look her in the eyes my gaze kept returning to her breasts. God, my thoughts were very.....
"I'm glad you like them," Donna said, taking a deep breath and leaning back on her hands to give me a good view of them. "Sorry I don't have a flashlight so you can examine them closely." She touched the hummingbird again. "What's on your mind right now, little brother? You have to tell the truth, it's part of the game."
I licked my lips. "The truth?" I croaked.
"The truth," she said, nodding.
"The truth is..... I was thinking of the way I rubbed your nipples between my fingers. I was thinking how much I'd like to do that again, right now."
"You would, huh." I nodded, staring at them. She took a deep breath. "Give me your hand."
I offered her my hand and she took it in hers, and guided it, and took the tips of my fingers in hers and brushed them against the nipple. It felt hard and puckered. She moaned. I didn't need to be shown this time, I took the nipple between my thumb and finger and rubbed it around and around, and I pinched it, tenderly.
She gasped and shuddered under my touch and pushed her tits out even more, and without waiting to be asked I took the other nipple in my fingers and rolled and pinched it and rubbed it, and she squirmed under my touch, her eyes closing and her mouth opening. I did this for a few minutes, in no particular hurry, while she shuddered.
"Oh GOD, Bobby," she gasped, and she put her hands on my knees, stroking my legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at my work, then she looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and she whispered, "Touch my breasts, touch them, TOUCH THEM," she breathed and I cupped them, again feeling the diamond-hard nipples against my palms, and I squeezed them gently, rubbing the soft skin with my palms and fingers.
I explored her breasts now, which I had not had the time to do the first time. She moaned and her breathing was coming in gulps now, and she stopped stroking my legs and just held onto them as though she were on a roller-coaster ride.
Suddenly, without any warning, her hands were cupping my face and she was up on her knees and leaning in and her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. It was awkward for a second because at least one of us was terrified, our teeth clattered together like beginners, but quickly her kisses grew more expert and our tongues found each other's and we were kissing passionately as if we'd been kissing like this for years.
I kept cupping and rubbing her big breasts and squeezing them and rubbing her nipples between my fingers again and again because it made her squirm like her panties were full of ants, and it was too dark to see for sure but I had a pretty good idea that if I found a flashlight and shined it between her long thin legs those panties would be stained and very damp right now.
I very nearly let go of one of her breasts to reach down and cup her there, feel the wetness I knew I was generating, but I held off. I didn't want to push too hard. This was her game, after all. She was the big sister.
She kissed me some more, then kissed my face, then kissed my ears, and then she whispered into them, "I love your hands on my breasts, Bobby. You're the man I measure every other man against, do you know that? When I think about a man's hands touching me, they're YOUR HANDS, little brother. The dream of your hands on my breasts is something I've never been able to forget. I HAD TO KNOW IF IT FEELS THAT WAY."
"Does it?"
She giggled. "It feels like no other man has ever touched them, only you. Only you."
And she kissed me again, and I kissed her back and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close and her breasts pushed against my chest, firm and high, and I put my arms around her and my hands slowly dropped down the small of her back and gently slipped under the lacy band of her panties and I was squeezing her fantastic round soft ass.
She giggled again and whispered between kisses, "You're cheating, nobody said you could do that."
"Nobody said I couldn't," I whispered back and squeezed harder, rubbing her ass with the palms of my hands. She gasped again and locked her mouth on mine and we lost minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe more, as our lips and tongues explored each other and my hands moved from her ass to her breasts and back again.
Finally our lips parted and we leaned against each other, both breathing hard, her face found my neck and she buried it there.
Then she lifted her face and looked me in the eyes, and then she smiled her devilish smile and whispered, "Is it hard?"
"Like fucking granite," I said.
She looked down between us at the obvious big tent in my underpants and she said in a low voice that I recognized as full of real lust, "Okay, do it." I got up on my knees, the bulge pointing at her like a big fat arrow, and I pulled the waistband down.
I forgot something, though, and she said, "No, do the thing with the waistband we talked about," and I remembered and I caught the cockhead on the waistband and made my cock bounce up and down, up and down, and she stared at it greedily.
"Oh my fucking GOD," she gasped, and now it was her turn for her mouth to fall open. I reached under and cupped it in my hand and lifted it so it was pointing straight at her face, and I jiggled my hand to make it bounce some more. I could hear her breathing through her mouth now, just staring.
"It's so fucking huge," she gasped. "It's beautiful, it's unbelievable. I've never seen anything so amazing Bobby." She stared some more. Then she looked up at me almost shyly and she asked, "Bobby....are you...can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are you still a....a virgin?"
I laughed. "No."
"You've had sex with girls?" she asked. I nodded. "Do you like it?" I nodded. "I'll bet it must feel incredible," she whispered, staring back down at my cock.
I was taken aback. "Donna, are YOU still a virgin?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"But all the boyfriends you've had. What about that guy Rocky?"
She shook her head. "It didn't happen. It never happened, with any of them. I guess I was afraid of something. I don't know what, but I wouldn't let them, no matter how much they wanted to. I liked them, I even loved Rocky, and we did plenty of stuff together, but.... We just never did IT. We came close, but we never did."
I let go of my cock and settled down onto the bed again, just a brother and a sister talking late into the night, albeit the brother with a gigantic burning hardon and the sister with her big soft tits.
I asked, "What were you afraid of?"
"I don't know," she said, throwing up her hands, which made her breasts bounce enticingly.
"Were you afraid it would hurt the first time?"
"I....I don't think so. Maybe. DOES it hurt?"
"One girl told me it hurts at first, but you get over it fast and it just feels good. A couple of girls have told me that, uhm, because of my size it hurts a little bit for a few minutes, but then they're all wet and it gets better."
She looked at me and smiled. "A COUPLE of girls? How many times have you had sex?"
I shrugged. "I've had sex a few times. I'm really surprised that you haven't, I figured....I don't know, I just figured that...."
"What?" she prodded. "You figured what?"
"Well, that you'd have it as soon as you could. I know I did. I lost my virginity as quick as I could."
She laughed. "Well, maybe I just.....I mean, I WANTED to, yeah, oh GOD yeah, I've wanted to for so long.... But that, like, REALLY scared me. I think it was like a mental block or something. Does that make sense? It doesn't make sense. I don't know."
I put my hands on her shoulders. "Don't feel bad, Donna. You'll do it when the time is right."
She looked me in the eyes, and she said, "Bobby, it's way PAST time. I mean, I mean.... All those talks we've had since I moved away, I've never been able to get it out of my mind, the fact that it was supposed to happen with you."
My mouth fell open. "With ME? Really?"
"Well, that's how it felt to ME. I've wanted it to happen so bad. It's so weird, but I have always felt like we would have---like we SHOULD HAVE, like it would have been NATURAL for us to be each other's first. You know? I mean.... DO you know what I mean?"
I nodded and said to her, "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and you're right. It should have been you and me the first time. That was natural. It should have happened."
We looked in each other's eyes on the bed and I said with a twinge of melancholy in my voice, "But it didn't work out that way. I'm sorry."
She took a deep breath and leaned forward and took my face in her hands again and she whispered, "Bobby, it didn't happen that way for YOU.... But it still CAN happen that way for ME. It's what I've been dreaming about since I moved away. You can still be my first, honey. If.... if you WANT to be."
I was shocked, which was itself strange since we were sitting here basically naked on her bed in the middle of the night. Who would be in this position and NOT think they were about to have sex?
I swallowed and said, "Do.... Are you..... I mean, are you sure, Donna? Do you want me to be your first? I mean...."
She stopped me from talking by kissing me, and kissing me again, and again and again until I'd forgotten the question and she'd longsince answered it. We kissed and our hands roamed each other's bodies, I cupped her breasts again and her hands caressed my shoulders and chest and my stomach, and I waited for her fingers to close around my cock, and when they didn't I figured she must be feeling shy so I started to lean forward and I put her gently on her back and then I took hold of the waistband of her little pink panties---which were, in fact, soiled with her juices---and started to pull them off.
But then her hands were on my hands, stopping me. She whispered, "Wait. Wait, Bobby."
I stopped, on my knees with my hardon jutting painfully in front of me and absolutely screaming to be shoved into a cunt, any cunt, and watched while she sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
She smiled and kissed me and said, "No, honey, NO. Nothing wrong at all. I want to have sex as bad as you want to right now."
She looked down at my cock and giggled and said, "As bad as you OBVIOUSLY want to. Believe me. But it can't be here, now, with Mom in the other room. I want my first time with you to be perfect, and I don't want to be worried about anyone interrupting us. That will spoil it, and I won't have that happen again. If you're serious that you really want this, then let me book a hotel room for us. We can tell Mom we're going out on the town, to have dinner and see a movie and have some brother-sister hanging out time. Then we can let it happen naturally and have nothing to think about, except.... putting THIS beautiful thing inside me."
And she gently took my cock in her hand and squeezed. I grunted. She held it in her hand, staring down at it. Unlike my mother's tiny hands, Donna's were just big enough to wrap all the way around so that her fingers touched her thumb. It felt very, very good.
She looked up into my eyes. "Is that okay, Bobby? Do you mind waiting just a little longer?"
I swallowed again, or tried to with nothing in my throat to swallow, and nodded. "It's okay, but... you probably better let go of me down there or things will happen all by themselves. He has kind of a mind of his own."
She smiled. "A dirty mind." I nodded. "Okay," she said, and took her hand away, much to my regret and frustration. "Okay, honey. We can wait a little longer."
She kissed me again and slipped off the bed. Her breasts swayed and bounced as she moved and my eyes were on them every second, and it took all the will power I had not to reach over and touch and kiss and lick them.
GOD I wanted to fuck her her SO BAD. God god god god. My cock BURNED to bury itself in her wet virgin cunt. I'd never been anyone's first before. I wondered what it felt like. I BURNED to know what it felt like.
My sister looked at me, on my knees on her bed with my bone-hard cock standing out from me swollen and red and almost vibrating with desire.
She shook her head. "You are quite the picture there, little brother. Um, what are you going to do about that big thing?"
I looked down at it and took a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to go in the bathroom and take care of it. I sure wish YOU could take care of it for me."
"I'd love to, oh I'd love to," she said, and stepped closer to me. She whispered in a husky voice, "All I'd have to do is just get down on my knees... put it in my mouth... if it'd even FIT in my mouth..."
I couldn't breathe. We stared into each other's eyes. I swallowed what little spit was in my mouth and gasped, "Bet you a lollypop it will fit." When we were kids we used to bet with lollypops all the time.
She looked down at it, then back up at me. Then she slowly lowered herself to her knees and her face was directly facing my cock, inches away. I looked down at her. It was all I could do not to collapse with lust and anticipation.
Donna took a deep breath, then swallowed, then looked up at me. "Bobby, you know I can't... I mean right now we're only talking about... a lollypop. That's all. Okay?"
I nodded. She nodded. Then she looked back down at it, so close I could (again) feel her sweet warm breath on it, and her hand floated up and took gentle hold of my penis at its base. Her fingers were much longer than Mom's and she had no trouble making her fingers touch.
I felt her tenderly lifting my cock, and then her head sank forward slowly and her lips opened and I felt my rubbery cockhead slip between those lips, and as I stared down at my sister in amazement an inch disappeared into her mouth, then another inch, then another, and I hastily pushed forward another inch or so, and her lips closed around it and I felt her tongue, and for a few seconds we were just frozen like that, my cock had vanished between her mouth and her hand... and I waited for her to start sucking me... then I heard a quiet gagging sound in her throat and she moved her head back and my cock slipped out of her mouth.
I could see it glistening with her saliva. She held onto it, coughing quietly, and stared at it just half an inch from her lips, and I wanted to thrust my hips forward and just PUSH my cock back into her lovely mouth...
"Sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay," I whispered back.
She kept staring at it. "I've never had one in my mouth before."
"Really?" I asked. Weird time for a conversation. "What did you think?"
"I think I can't wait until tomorrow night." She looked up at me. "Okay?"
With a sigh I nodded, and held out my hand. "Okay." She took my hand and I helped her to her feet. She was careful not to touch my cock, even when it grazed against her breast as she stood. If she'd have touched it, nothing could have stopped us, nothing. "If we start, we won't be able to stop."
I nodded. She was right. I got off the bed, my cock bobbing and swaying like her tits. Here we go again, I thought, trying to stuff this thing away when I wanted so badly to use it. And my sister, with her heavy round milky-white breasts and her pink panties with the wet spot in the crotch, was RIGHT THERE, a foot away, and wanting it as badly as I did.
Did this make sense? Both of us horny almost beyond reason. She stood there staring at my cock, I stood there staring at her breasts. Both of us were SO CLOSE to just throwing caution to the wind and jumping on the bed, I could feel it, I could feel that if either one of us made the slightest move right now, the slightest touch, we'd be in that bed in two seconds....
But also our mother was so close, and she might----
OUR MOTHER!! MY MOTHER!! MY GIRLFRIEND!! OF COURSE! That's what I could do with this enormous, burning erection. There was a perfect place to bury it, the place where I was SUPPOSED to bury it, in HER pussy! Of course! How could I be so stupid?
Quickly I reached down and scooped up my underpants and put them on, almost falling over getting both feet in. Without thinking I pulled them up and jammed my cock under the waistband, then looked around almost in a panic for my other clothes.
"What's the matter?" she asked, stepping back.
"Oh, nothing, " I said, trying to sound as casual as I could. "I just, uh.... I just... I just want to let you get to sleep and I'm going to go, uh, take are of this little item, and...."
"Not very LITTLE," she giggled, and reached in her dresser for a shirt to put on.
"Well, you never know," I said, barely paying attention now, pulling on my clothes as quickly as I could. "Okay, well, sleep well, good night."
"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" she asked with a knowing little smile.
"Oh sure," I said and stepped over to her. She started to wrap her arms around my neck and opened her mouth to give me a long, deep kiss....
And I leaned in quickly and gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek and headed for the door. "Really?" she asked with a bit of disappointment.
"Well, I uh...." I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I'm really sorry, but, you know...." I pointed to the bulge still quite visible in my pants and said, "This kind of hurts. You know?"
Her eyes went wide. "Oh! Of course! Oh no! Sorry, honey. Of course. You go ahead. Good night, see you in the morning."
I nodded and slipped out, closing the door gently but firmly behind me, and padded quietly but quickly across the living room to the other bedroom. The door was closed and the light was off. It hadn't occurred to me that I might have to wake her up. Nothing had occurred to me except that I was about to have sex with my beautiful mother.
She was lying in bed under the covers, sleeping. Nothing looked any different than any other time I had seen her in bed. She snored softly, lying on her back so that her gigantic breasts formed two mountains above her, only slightly swayed to the side, miraculously undeflated. And I knew that I was about to suck on them, or maybe even put my cock between them.
Quickly but quietly I closed the door behind me and went over to the side of the bed.
Gently I touched her shoulder and whispered, "Mom."
No response. I nudged her a bit and said a bit louder, "Mom. Mom. MOM."
She was sound asleep, more soundly than she had been since we had been together. I started to feel that maybe I should leave her alone and let her rest, but my cock burned with the pressure of my lust and after all, she WAS my girlfriend, and aren't girlfriends supposed to help out with their boyfriend's desires, and besides all that, for the last 3 days she had WANTED me to wake her if I felt like having sex, she was HUNGRY for it. So I shook her shoulder and said as loudly as I dared, "MOM. Wake up. MOM!"
Finally she opened her eyes. There was a moment of confusion, then she saw me in the moonlight coming in through the windows. "Wh---Bobby? What's wrong? Are you all right?"
"I'm all right, yeah, but...." I cleared my throat. All of a sudden I felt shy. "Um... can you.... I mean, can we...."
She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Can I what? What's going on?"
Unable to say it, I climbed up onto the bed with her, on my knees, and pulled my underpants down, freeing my hard cock again for the second time in ten minutes. "THIS is going on," I grunted, taking it in my hands. "I feel like I'm going to DIE if we don't, can we please do it right now Mom? PLEASE??"
She looked at my cock pointing at her like it was a foreign thing, like she'd never seen it before. "BOBBY!" she hissed. "Are you out of your MIND? Your SISTER is just twenty feet away! What are you DOING?"
"But.... I mean, I thought you'd want to....."
She sat up, holding on to the blanket to keep it above her breasts. "Bobby, you put that thing back in your underpants and GET OFF THIS BED. And I mean right NOW, mister. NOW."
It was the "Mom" voice and the "Mom" look in her eyes that had been putting the fear of God into me for nearly twenty years, and I obeyed instantly. I hopped off the bed and stuffed my cock awkwardly back in my underpants. Like a good little boy, I stood by the bed with my head down and waited.
She pointed her finger at me, which I knew meant business. "You and I already had this conversation, and we agreed that we were going to go back to normal while we were here visiting Donna. WE AGREED. WE PROMISED. Do you have any idea what would happen if she----"
She lowered her voice, which had risen in her anger. "---if your sister, or if ANYBODY we know, but especially your sister---if she found out what we did.... It's not just that we would be put in jail, Bobby, it's that she would never talk to us again. Our entire FAMILY would never speak to us again. Can you even imagine that? Do you want Grandma Lucille and Grandpa Larry to never speak to you again? If it didn't kill them in the first place. And.... And.... Never seeing my Donna again, for the rest of my life? I could never.... NEVER...."
"Okay, Mom. You're right. I'm sorry, you're right. I just got out of my head."
"I just could never recover from that. I'd want to die, Bobby. I couldn't take it."
"You're right. I'm really sorry."
I was so sorry, in fact, that my cock had started deflating of its own accord, which did not happen very often at all. Without cumming, my dick refused to go anywhere, and a tornado wouldn't shake it loose. But my mother's wrath could do it, no sweat. "I'm sorry, Mom. It won't.... I won't do it again. I promise. I'm sorry." I backed to the door.
"Just go lie down and stop thinking about it," she whispered. "We just CAN'T."
I nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. Good night."
I opened the door and backed out and closed it, and that was that. I went over to the living room couch, which had been made into a bed for me, and feeling lonely and forlorn by the human race, surrounded by TWO GORGEOUS WOMEN, I slipped under the blanket and lay facing the back of the couch.
My cock was only half-hard, but even half-hard it was painfully pushing out against my underpants, and I felt that it would be many hours before sleep overtook me. I was right; I remember seeing 4:30 AM on the wall clock before finally dozing off, and my erection never did go completely away.
When I awoke it was bright daylight in the room, and my mother was standing over me, calling my name. She was in her big blue robe, hands on her wide hips, frowning down at me. I glanced at the wall clock. It read 9:28 AM. I had been asleep about five hours.
"BOBBY," my mother said again.
I cleared my throat. "What? I mean, good morning. I mean, what? What's wrong?"
She pointed at my midsection, and I looked down to see the enormous tent my cock had made in the blanket, sticking straight up for all the world to see. My hardon had come back at some point, with a vengeance.
I vaguely remembered now that I had just been having a dream about having sex with.... Donna? Mom? Both at the same time? I had an image in my mind of two women on the bed, on all fours, their big wide white rumps sticking up and their wet juicy pussies dripping in anticipation of me shoving my cock in first one, then the other, back and forth..... was that my dream, or was that just my ..... dream? I couldn't remember exactly, but it had been a very very sexy dream, and had done its work on my hormones.
"For God's sake, Bobby!" my mother said, still pointing at it. "Did you have.... THAT.... going on when your sister left for work this morning? Were you lying there with that thing sticking up like that?"
I shrugged. "I... maybe. I don't know. I was asleep."
"Oh for GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!" she shouted at me.
"I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I was asleep, what do you want me to do? I was asleep! How could I even know about it?"
"So in other words, as far as you know, your poor innocent sister gets ready for work and comes out of her bedroom to head out the door and there you are, lying on her couch, her SWEET LITTLE BROTHER who she hasn't seen for almost two years, lying on her couch with this big giant.... MOUND.... Right there? On her couch! I mean... I mean.... For GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!"
"Well I'm sorry!"
"Don't yell at me, young man!"
"Sorry."
Then we lapsed into silence, both of us staring at my enormous erection. It didn't move.
"Uh..." I managed.
"What?" she demanded, still looking at it, arms crossed imperiously over her swelling breasts.
"Well.... I mean, I guess I better get up and, you know.... Take care of it, I guess."
"You SHOULD have taken care of it LAST NIGHT. Why didn't you?"
I looked up at her defiantly. "Well if you remember I TRIED TO, but you said NO. Remember?"
She shook her head. "There is more than ONE WAY to get rid of an erection, mister. Don't pretend like you don't know what it is. Now I want you to get up and march in that bathroom and GET IT DONE, so we can at least have a few hours' peace without.... Without it STICKING UP all the time! Good grief! It just never goes down!"
"Okay," I said, and pushed the blanket off and stood up. For a moment we faced each other, me with my underpants sticking out obscenely, her with her chest sticking out obscenely, and I thought to myself, with THOSE TITS swinging and bouncing around in front of me all day, you think my cock will go down? You're crazy, lady.
But I didn't say anything. I walked around her to the bathroom. At the door I turned and faced her sheepishly. "Sorry, Mom," I said again, and tried a half-smile. She wasn't having it.
In the bathroom, I realized that I had to pee very badly, but of course there was no way to do that with my burning erection standing in the way. I pulled my underpants down once again and sat on the toilet.
For a minute I just looked down at my naked hardon, almost blood-red in its pulsating desire to fuck something, almost making me feel faint from lack of blood anywhere else in my body. I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the base of my cock, with the idea of rubbing it gently for a few minutes before I really got to work with my right hand, that being the customary way I jerked off....
But the pressure of having to urinate so bad did battle with the pressure of my erection, and I just sat there, paralyzed, with my cock in my hand, still hard, unmoving, me staring down at it. Minutes went by.
"Bobby?" came my mother's voice from the other side of the door.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah, Mom?"
"I don't hear anything going on in there. Are you doing it?"
"I'm trying," I replied hopelessly.
"What do you mean? What's the matter?"
"I don't know, I just can't.... I don't know. I'm trying, okay?"
She was silent a moment, then in a quiet voice she spoke up again. "Is something wrong?" I didn't say anything. "Are you... are you rubbing it like you're supposed to?"
"Yes, mother, I'm rubbing it. I know how to do it, I've been doing it for a long time now, okay?" But in fact I wasn't rubbing it, I was just holding onto it by the base and staring at it.
"You're rubbing it right now?" she asked.
"Well not RIGHT NOW, I mean I stopped when you said something."
"I'm sorry," she said. There was a pause. "Do you want me to go away so you can finish?"
"I.... I don't know. I don't.... I don't know. I'm trying to do it but nothing is happening. It's just.... Nothing."
More silence, then finally in her quiet little insistent voice, she said, "May I come in?"
I looked at the door and said, "Sure."
The door opened and there she stood, in her robe, deep cleavage showing, looking at me, slumped on the toilet with my erect cock in my hands and my underpants around my ankles. We must have made quite a picture.
She looked at me, I looked at her. She looked at my cock, I looked at her breasts. There was complete silence in the bathroom, in the entire apartment, except for the humming of the refrigerator and the quiet ticking of the clock in the living room.
Finally, after an eternity, my mother shook her head and took a deep breath and whispered, "Oh good grief. All right. Come with me."
I quickly stood up and followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. We went inside and she closed the door behind us. We stood in the bedroom facing each other, and again she looked down at my nether regions.
"Bobby," she said.
"Yes, Mom?" I said.
Deep breath. "Take.... take off your underpants, you look silly." I looked down at my underpants, still around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaned down to pick them up and put them on a chair.
Now I stood before my mother, totally naked with a painful hardon pointing right at her. She watched it intently, then glanced up at me. "Good. Now you don't look silly. Now you look like my big strong man."
I smiled. "Yeah."
She took hold of the belt of her robe and pulled it free, and the robe swung open, revealing that she was entirely nude herself beneath it. Not even a pair of panties.
The curly brown hairs between her plump thighs glistened in the morning sunlight from the pussy juices she was making, which now I thought I could smell. Her breasts weren't entirely revealed yet, not yet the nipples, but much of them was; I loved the way they were so big that they held together and formed a long, deep line of cleavage even when there wasn't anything pushing them together like a shirt or a bra. They were just SO BIG and SO ROUND and hanging SO LOW, they were a force unto themselves. If it was possible, my cock got even harder at that moment. All thoughts of my sister were lost; THIS, finally, of course, forever, was my dream woman, the ultimate human female figure.
As if reading my mind, she asked, "So was this what you were having your naughty dream about on the couch that made your you-know-what get so nasty-hard like that?"
I literally licked my lips and nodded.
"Come here and give me a kiss," she said. She lifted her arms to me and put her pudgy tiny fingers on my face and pulled it down into a kiss, and I felt her breath and her tongue and it was like the first time; a bolt of electricity went through me as I realized, again, for the thousandth time in the last few days, that I was KISSING MY MOTHER, I was standing naked in front of my mother with a hardon, and she was almost naked in front of me, too.
A moment I had fantasized about a million times and actually LIVED several times: my mother naked in front of me, ready and willing and eager to have sex with me.
ALMOST naked. I slipped the robe off her shoulders while I kissed her. She looked up into my eyes, smiled at me and she whispered, "Do you know what the first thing was that I thought when your sister showed us this room?"
"What?" I asked, barely able to speak I was so overflowing with lust.
"I looked at the bed and how high it is, and I thought it would be perfect for THIS."
She let go of my face and turned away and stepped over to it, her breasts swaying visibly even from behind, they were so large.
She put her hands on the blanket and spread her feet apart and leaned forward, sticking out her round, lily-white ass in my direction. She looked over her shoulder, settling herself on her elbows on the bedspread, spreading her feet a bit wider so that her cunt was now visible, and she said, "I've been thinking about nothing but THIS since we got here. Don't you think this is perfect, baby?"
I didn't say a word. I just moved over to where she was. I put my shaking hands on her ass and squeezed it, then my thumbs slipped between her asscheeks and pulled them gently apart so that even more of her pussy was exposed, the wet lips and whisps of damp hair hanging down, and I knelt down to her height and moving my hips I positioned my cock beneath those lips and moved my hips upward and forward, and it slipped immediately inside her, the familiar sluicing soft wetness taking hold of me as I moved further inside her.
"Oh-----OHHHH!!!!" she cried out. As soon as my cock was safely within her I shoved my hips forward hard, causing her to say "WOOOF!" and almost lose her footing, falling forward onto the bed, tumbling off her elbows.
This was the position I liked, where she was a little off-balance because she was being fucked so hard, completely at my mercy, so I kept it up, I slammed my hips back and then shoved my cock back into her soft wetness, three times very quickly, making her grunt and gasp and scramble to get her feet back on the floor.
Then I gave her half a dozen slower, fuller strokes, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her so that if I looked down I could just see the tip of my rubbery cockhead appearing from between her grasping cunt lips.... And then slowly I would push myself back inside her, slowly but steadily, and as she gasped for air and made noises like, "OOOH OH OH OH OH GOD OH OH OOOOOH OHHHHHHH OH OH"
I just kept pushing and pulling until I was all the way inside her, then I would slowly pull out again and her hips would almost move backwards with me, not wanting to let go, and I would start again.
My mother arched her back and pushed her fanny higher up in the air, for better access I supposed, and she lifted herself up on her elbows again and looked over her shoulder at me with half-lidded eyes and half-parted lips, breathing very hard now.
She wanted some slow lovemaking now I guessed, something really sexy, but after putting this off for so long I was in the mood for something a bit rougher, so as soon as I had pulled myself almost out of her again I slammed my hips forward, hard, audibly slapping myself against her rump, watching the flesh jiggle and ripple in tiny waves as I fucked myself into her, and again she shouted "OOOOF!!" and fell forward off her elbows again, not quite face-down on the bedspread because her breasts acted like pillows beneath her.
That's where I wanted her, for awhile at least, so I kept slamming into her, slapping myself against her ass, shoving hard, and taking hold of her hair and pulling at it as she liked, and finally she quit even trying to get her feet firmly on the floor and let her body just fall forward on the bed, holding onto the wooden baseboard with one hand for support as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, hard and fast.
With each thrust my mother grunted loudly and said, "OHH! --- OHH! --- UHHHH!! --- OH!! --- UHHH!!" and her whole body shuddered from the impact of my hips and the way my cock filled her poor tiny, tight red pussy.
At last I stopped slamming myself into her, I left my cock all the way inside and just enjoyed for a moment the vision of my take-charge mother totally surrendered, lying like a gasping lump beneath me, her ragged breathing coming in gasps and gulps of air, her legs parted for me, waiting, just waiting for another thrust of my cock. I felt her pussy gently, urgently milking me as I rested inside of her, she felt so GOOD, so fucking SOFT and WARM inside there, I wished I could crawl inside her cunt with my whole body....
And then I remembered, of course, that I HAD been in there. That's where I came from, that same cunt that was now milking my big hard dick.
"Mom," I said, my own breathing coming hard now.
"Mmmmmmm," she gasped, not moving.
"MOM," I said louder, more insistent.
"Yes baby?"
"Turn over and sit on the edge of the bed. I want to see you now."
She swallowed and gasped and almost reluctantly pushed herself up, found her footing again, and turned around. Her hip bumped my cock, which I was now holding onto and rubbing while I waited for her.
She hopped up on the bed again. She was sweating, her hair was mussed, she was breathing through her mouth and her chest was heaving with gasps for air. She put the heels of her feet on the wooden base of the bed and pushed her hips forward and spread her knees so that her pussy was again wide open and waiting for me.
She propped herself up on the bed with her hands. Her breasts jostled, pendulumlike, as she repositioned herself, swaying first and then settling against her own thighs as she pulled her legs up.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yeah, exactly," I said.
Then on impulse I did something I hadn't done before, I lowered myself to my knees, my face inches from my mother's open wet pussy, and I moved my face forward until my nose brushed against her cunt hairs and my lips came in contact with her pussy lips, and I licked inside her, where my cock had just been.
"OHHHBOBBY!!!" my mother gasped, her plump thighs shaking and slapping against my cheeks as she adjusted to her sudden shock.
"OHHHH!!" she cried again. I pushed my tongue further inside her, licking around her wet warm pussy walls, suckling gently on her cuntlips. In the hotel room I had kissed her here, once. This was an entirely different sport, something I knew she had never felt in her entire life.
I had been initiated into pussy-eating about a year before, by a woman in one of my classes named Grace Tully. We ran into each other downtown one day and started talking, then went into a McDonald's and kept talking, and I thought how smart and funny she was and, although all my thoughts were of course for my mother---and my then-girlfriend, Laura, of course---I developed a quick little crush on her and wished things were different....
And then Grace finished her cheeseburger and fries and asked if I would drive her home. I said sure.
We got to her house and she sat looking at me with a little smile on her face and she said, "There's never anybody home in my house until at least six. Do you want to come inside for awhile?" I shrugged and said sure, and we went in.
She put her coat and stuff away and asked if I wanted some tea, and I said sure. She made it and brought it to me in the living room, where I was sitting on the couch. She sat on the couch next to me and said, "Bobby, I have to ask you something."
What, I said.
She said, "Well, there's a rumor going around the school that you are very, um....well-endowed, if you know what I mean. Down there." She pointed at my crotch. "Is that true?"
I took another drink of tea and said, well, I guess it's a matter of opinion how big it is, and I'd be very interested in getting her opinion on the matter, if she was interested in giving it to me.
She took the glass of tea out of my hands and set it on the coffee table, and without further ado she unbuckled my pants and pulled the zipper down, revealing a sizeable and growing bulge of white cotton underpants beneath.
"It looks like there might be some truth to the rumor," she whispered, and reached under the waistband of my underpants to pull out my hardening cock. Pushed by the waistband, my cock stood straight up against my stomach, pointing right to my face.
She stared at it, then looked up at me and said, "Well I guess the rumors are true."
I leaned over to kiss her, and then asked her if she thought it was too big to fit into her mouth.
"That sounds like a challenge. Let's find out," she said, and lowered her head... then looked back up at me. "Oh by the way, just so you know, Bobby, if I do this for you, I expect YOU to do a favor for ME. Okay?"
Full of desire and urgency I nodded my agreement even though I wasn't completely sure what she meant by that. If she meant fucking, I would certainly be in agreement. And whatever else, too.
So she lowered her face into my lap and took my cock into her mouth and proved herself to be a highly experienced cock-sucker. She was VERY good, and I was VERY excited, and I barely had time to really settle in before her tongue and lips were making me cum. I exploded into her mouth and although the amount of fluid I shot into her eager throat was more than she was apparently accustomed to, she handled it and only choked or gagged twice. I was impressed.
Finally she finished and sat up, wiping a large splotch of cum from her chin, and, breathing hard, she stood up and said, "OK your turn buster. Follow me."
I stood up, holding my pants to keep them from falling around my ankles, and followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. She closed her door when we were inside, then she took off her shirt and threw it in her pink hamper, then she pulled her pants down and threw them into the hamper, then she pulled her baby-blue panties off, revealing a nice little shaved triangular thatch of brown hair between her perfect thighs.
I started to pull my pants down too, but she said, "Nope, no dice, pal. That would be cheating on my boyfriend, and I NEVER cheat. I'm a good girl. I just need a little recreation down here."
She cupped herself between her legs, then she went over to her bed and settled on her back, pushing a pillow beneath her hips and spreading her legs wide, then she crooked a finger. "Come and get it, big boy."
I went and stood at the side of the bed. How could I "get it" if she didn't let me take off my pants? Oh, wait, was she talking about----
"Haven't you ever eaten pussy before?" Grace asked, smiling sweetly up at me. I shook my head no. "That's OK honeypie, I'll teach you. I've taught lots of guys. I'll make you so good at it, girls will be BEGGING for you to go down on them. Come on, lie down on your belly."
So I got onto her bed and settled down with my head between her spread knees, watching her smiling face as she looked down at me between the twin hills of her breasts, still ensconced in her lacy white brassiere.
"Okay, first just give it a few kisses, just to get acquainted, okay? Just a few nice gentle kisses to say hello."
Somewhat reluctantly I lowered my face closer to a woman's vagina than it had ever been, expecting the smell to be unpleasant as the rumors went.... But as soon as I sniffed her I realized there was no unpleasant odor coming from her cunt, in fact it was a nice smell, heavy but agreeable, kind of...earthy, if I had to put a word to it. I'd never smelled anything like that before, and I immediately liked it. I didn't know if ALL pussies smelled like Grace's, but at least I liked this one.
Without further ado I kissed the puckered little lips and felt how soft and pliant they were, and I kissed the little whisps of hair, and I kissed the tiny bulges of skin around her cunt, and then I kissed the lips again.
Mmmmmmmmmm," she breathed, "very good, yes, yes...."
I kept kissing, and she kept going mmmmmmmm, and I was content with this, but then as if coming out of a dream Grace said, "Okay. Okay. Now then. Time to bring your tongue to the party. Lick me there. Right there," she said, and her finger touched the lips of her cunt, pushing them aside gently.
I licked where she told me, timidly at first, then seeing that the smell was still good and the sensation of having my tongue in the place where my dick was supposed to go was fine, I licked a little deeper, and deeper, feeling the delicate little folds of fleshy bits inside her, and feeling her growing wetness on my tongue and my lips and even my nose.
So I licked and kissed her for awhile, and I felt her hips squirming a bit, and the sounds she made graduated from simple moaning to gasping, and as I pushed my tongue in further, and kissed deeper inside her, her moisture grew and the smell grew heavier, and then she gasped, "OH ---- OHHH ---- OKAY UMM ---- OHHHH! Okay--- ummmm ----- okay now just uhm..... uhm.... OHHHH!!! --- okay DO IT DO IT eat me now eat me EAT MEEEEEEE!!!"
I didn't know precisely what she meant by that, but working on instinct I started to use my lips and tongue to NIBBLE at her soft fleshy bits, and suck on her pussy lips, and squirm my nose inside her, and lick as deep as I could, and anything else that came to mind, including sticking a finger inside her now dripping-wet cunt, then two fingers, and gently rubbing the soft protuberances I felt inside there, all the while licking and kissing for all I was worth.
And from her reaction it appeared that I was good at eating pussy, or at least having some beginner's luck, because Grace's fingers appeared in my hair and grabbed and held me tight, and her thighs closed around my head, smacking my ears, and her hips rose to present her pussy even more to my busy lips and tongue than they had been.
And the sounds she made now were truly wild, grunting and sucking in air and now shouting "Fuck! OH FUCK YES! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" and if you knew Grace you would not expect that sweet girl to be saying words like that, but then you wouldn't expect her to gobble your cock into her sweet little mouth either, and you certainly wouldn't expect her to plop herself on her bed and spread her legs and tell you to come eat her out.
So sweet little Grace shouted "OH FUCK!" at the top of her lungs about twenty times, maybe more, then she seemed to be dying and I knew she was having one hell of an orgasm, and I kept licking and kissing until she collapsed beneath me and whispered "Okay okay okay stop okay stop okay...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....okay."
I lifted my head from her cunt, my face smeared with her pussy juice, the smell of her everywhere. I looked at her upturned face between her breasts. She looked almost angelic to me, for some reason.
Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, her belly heaved up and down, and she was shaking from the force of her orgasm. "Come up here," she breathed, and I scooted myself so that I was lying next to her.
I figured after all that she HAD to be ready to fuck, and my cock was certainly ready, pushing at my pants so hard it burned. I reached down to unbuckle my belt.
She opened her eyes after a few seconds and smiled at me, exhausted, and she said, "Now kiss me," and I kissed her, and to my astonishment she sucked on my tongue and she started licking my lips and my nose and my cheeks and my chin, where all of her juices were.
When she was done she settled back down on her pillow and said dreamily, "God my pussy juice tastes good, doesn't it?" She seemed to really want an answer, so I agreed that it did.
"I love the taste, more than anything, seriously. My dream is to be able to eat myself out, I think that would feel AMAZING, to drink my own pussy right from the source."
She laughed. "You're good, Bobby, you're VERY good. You really never did that before?"
I said I hadn't.
"Well, you're really good with that tongue, buddy-boy. You're a natural. You keep doing that, you'll never be lonely. Maybe you can come by for another lesson one of these days, too."
I said that would be great.
"Okay, I'm going to have a nap now," she said, and closed her eyes. "Thanks for coming over."
I blinked. I said, you mean.... You really don't want to have sex? I already had my cock out of my pants, ready to plunge where my mouth had just been.
And she looked at me with a smile and shook her head. "Nope, sorry. I mean it, that's cheating. I don't cheat on my boyfriend. We have an agreement about that, and I never break it. We're going to get married in two years."
Supremely disappointed, I started pushing my cock back into my pants. She lifted her head enough to look at it. "That sure is a beautiful penis, though," she said. "I bet you're as good at fucking as you are at eating. I'd love to have that big sucker inside me, but... a promise is a promise. So long, Bobby. See you in the funny papers."
And she rolled over on her side, and before I could even get off the bed I heard her snoring. Wow. I finished getting dressed and I left her house. And that was my introduction to the fine art of cunnilingus.
I did partake of a few more lessons with Grace, the first one again preceded by her expert cocksucking but the next two straight to business, since by then I understood that giving head was not particularly interesting to her, it was just a way to get a guy to do the same for her. So I told her nevermind the preliminaries, if I was there to eat her pussy then let's get to it, which made her laugh with joy and drag me down the hallway to her room with a strength her little body didn't appear to possess.
After those final two sessions I felt like I knew everything I needed to know about the sport of pussy-eating, and she'd made it very clear that she wasn't going to let me fuck her, so when she started calling me every few days to see if I wanted to come over I pretended I was busy doing something, and pretty soon she quit calling. Presumably she had a stable of guys like me who wanted to come over. She was very, very cute.
After Grace I performed my "hat trick" a few times, but not many. Once the girl said she didn't like it and would prefer I not do it again, once the girl had an odor down there I found distasteful and I finished quickly, and once the girl liked it and I liked it but her boyfriend got suspicious of her friendship with me so we were only able to get together a couple of times and it was over.
My girlfriend previous to Mom had never given me head, she said it was gross to put your mouth on the thing that I use to go pee with, so I wasn't terribly motivated to go down on her either, and the relationship didn't last long anyway because by that point, just a few weeks before this trip which had changed our lives so much, I was so completely enamored with my mother that no other girl could match up.
So now here I was with my new, ultimate, final girlfriend and I wanted to give this gift to her, especially since she had given the gift of her mouth to me several times in the last couple of days.
So I put my face between my mother's legs and started licking and nibbling, as Grace had taught me to do.
Her surprise was clear. Even after all the things we'd done, this was as unexpected as anything I could have done, and to tell the truth I wasn't sure how she would receive it. Having sex with her own son was one thing, taking his dick into her mouth and sucking until he came down her throat was yet another, but this was possibly something so shocking and beyond the pale that she might not accept it. Who knew?
All I knew was that I wanted to put my tongue inside that beautiful, sweet cunt of hers and show her what I could do for her down there, and by god I was going to try it.
So her thick fleshy thighs slapped at my cheeks and her knees shook and she almost bounced up off the bed in her surprise and she gasped and nearly screamed my name, "OHH OH BOBBY OH BOBBY OH GOD OH BOBBY OHHH!!!!" ..... but, I noticed, she did not tell me to stop.
I felt her hands on my head and for a second I was afraid she was going to push me away, but then I felt her little fingers curling in my hair and I knew I had her. I pushed my tongue in further and made it dance inside her, and I put one of my fingers into the wetness and found her clitoris and massaged that, and her squirming got so overheated that I wrapped my other arm around her leg and held her down so I could do my work.
She got the message and tried to hold still, but her trembling and bouncing and shaking was impossible to stop altogether. She evidently decided that she was being far too loud so she closed her mouth and all I could hear over the sound of my own slurping was "MMMM!! MMMMM! MmmmmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!!"
By this time I didn't need her to egg me on with entreaties, I could tell by the way her fingers made fists in my hair and held my head there between her legs that this was something she welcomed, so I kept on, slipping another finger inside her and sucking on her pussy lips and dancing my tongue around inside her, feeling her pussy juices trickling over my mouth and nose and chin and even down my neck... one thing I had been pleased to note the last couple of days, my mother was a GEYSER of juices when she was turned on.
Well, she was a geyser now, for sure.
I worked on her for a little while, I could have gone much longer and would have liked to actually, above and beyond the fact that I adored her and wanted to please her was the fact that her pussy smelled lovely and tasted pleasing to me, I liked eating her, which was a nice bonus because I'd have done it for her anyway.
But I gradually slowed down after probably ten minutes or so, I didn't want to push her too far, I knew this was a big step and also we were in her daughter's apartment, so I felt it best to be a bit more discreet.
So I gradually withdrew my fingers and my tongue and kissed her pussy for a bit as her breathing and gasping and squirming slowly came under control, and then I kissed my way up, through her pubic hair, nudged my head up between her heavy tits and kissed her belly, kissed her breasts, suckled and chewed on her hard nipples, kissed my way up the flesh to her breastbone, kissed her neck... all the while her fingers were in my hair and playing with my ears as she just dreamily moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....." and I found her mouth and we kissed for awhile, her chubby arms wrapped around my head and she held me to her.
Soon she let go of her hold and her fingers played with my face again as she looked into my eyes, grinning shyly at me.
"I've never in my life experienced anything like that before," she whispered, and kissed me again. "I can't believe you did that for me. It felt.... Beautiful. Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome. Can I do it again sometime?"
"Bobby, you can do that any time you want to. You'll never hear me complain." She giggled and kissed me again, and again. "I can't believe you put your tongue inside me. I'd have gone my whole life and never known that feeling."
"It's not just for you, I like it too."
She looked down, reaching down to push her breasts apart so she could see her pussy. "It's amazing, just amazing. You've taught me so much about my body, honey....making me feel things your father never could have made me feel. No man could except you. You're amazing, Bobby."
"I think that we're amazing together."
We kissed some more, she did the thing I loved where she suckled on my tongue and I cupped and squeezed her breasts and pinched her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinched hard, and she gasped and said YES between kisses, and she was kissing my ear and she whispered into it, "Oh honey I could do this all day, but we're here for a reason....we better finish pretty soon."
She was right, so I gently pushed her knees apart and she scooted herself forward to the edge of the bed again, and I held my hard, burning cock in my hands and slowly fed it into the same pussy I'd just been eating.
She bit her lip and moaned some more, "Mmmmmm...mmmmmmmm..."
And I kissed her, and squeezed her tits, and it was a very nice morning after all.
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