Literotica Lover

The following morning I came downstairs rather sheepishly. I wasn't sure what to expect. While I had loved what had happened I was nonetheless embarrassed. When I saw my mother I knew that she must have been feeling the same way.

"Good morning," I said as I sat down at the table.

"Good morning," she said without turning around.

Mom had fixed scrambled eggs and bacon. Coffee was brewing in the coffee maker on the counter and the kitchen smelled so good. It smelled like home.

I picked up the morning paper and pretended to read. With the paper in front of me I peered over the top and watched my mother moving around the kitchen. She had on her white tennis outfit and was going to play with her girlfriends this morning. She said she was going to cancel, but it was a tournament. I insisted that she go. I stared at her legs as she moved and could see how playing tennis had shaped her thighs nicely. I felt my face flush as I remembered those thighs clamped around my head as I ate her pussy last night. I felt myself getting hard.

She turned around and I lowered my eyes quickly.

"Are you sure about me playing tennis?" she asked again.

"Yes. I want you to go."

"What are you going to do?"

"I think I will just veg out today."

"Okay. Maybe we can go out tonight."

"I would like that."

"When I get home we need to have a talk," she said.

I swallowed hard, suddenly worried about what that conversation was going to be about. I was pretty sure I knew the topic. "Uh... okay," I mumbled trying to hide myself behind the paper again.

Mom only gave me a quick kiss on the lips when she left. That did not bode well for the conversation later.

I busied myself around the house, cleaning the garage and washing Mom's car. She had been picked up by one of her girlfriends and taken to the club. I could not stop thinking about what had happened last night or what Mom wanted to talk to me about later. I was a nervous wreck when she finally came home.

"Thanks for cleaning the garage and washing my car," she said.

"You're welcome." Then she left me without a word. I was even more worried now. I was petrified that she would stop what we were doing. My soul would be crushed if that is what she was going to do.

I was in the bedroom, on the bed wearing a pair of shorts and no top when she came in. I was pretending to be reading when she came in. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I had read the same paragraph ten times and still didn't know what it was about.

Mom had on her robe and was drying her hair with a towel. She looked gorgeous even without makeup and her hair frizzy and wet. She sat down on my bed and curled her legs under her. I glanced down and saw quite a way up her thighs. I felt myself getting excited and saw her pull the bottom of the robe down. My heart sank.

"Thomas," she said, gently laying her hand on my thigh, "I think you know what we did... what I did to you and allowed you to do to me... was very wrong."

I swallowed and said, "I know, I'm sorry." But I wasn't.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. I am the adult here and I am the one that should be sorry. I allowed my hormones to get control of me. Unfortunately I am at an age where my hormones seem to be running wild. I spoke with my doctor and she said it is normal for a woman in her thirties."

I nodded, wondering where this conversation was going.

She sighed and said, "Although the doctor said sexual desire at my age is healthy and normal, it is NOT normal what I have allowed us to do." She paused before adding, "It is difficult, but I have to find a way to control my libido."

Hell, my libido was raging too. Buy since I really didn't know what to say, I kept my mouth shut.

"It's just that... well we have always been so close and I have sometimes forgotten that you are my son. I also have to admit that I have often been lonely, especially after you left. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I... I... masturbate often. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be enough."

I saw her face flush and I know that mine did as well.

"Maybe I should be dating someone," she said unconvincingly.

"No!" I almost shouted and then regretted my outburst.

I saw a quick smile before she turned serious again. "I don't want to do that, since it always seems to cause such complications with my girlfriends who are single. But I don't want another man... at least not now," she said pensively.

I felt a moment of relief. I wanted so bad to be her man. While I was gone I thought about nothing but her. My mind was totally preoccupied with the vision of her, with the feel of her skin, with the feel of her mouth on me, her kisses and every touch we had shared. My inattention to what I was going got me into a lot of trouble with the drill sergeants and I spent a lot of time on KP. But it was worth it.

"Are you listening?" she said.

I suddenly realized that I had zoned out. "Yes, sorry," I said with a red face. I think she knew that I had been thinking of her. There was a tent in my shorts now. I saw her eyes go down to it.

She continued, "I suppose I am asking you for your help. I just get so weak when I am around you."

I wanted to say I feel the same way but thought better of it. If she thought I could be the strong one I didn't mind that. Yet I think she was putting too much responsibility on me. Hell, I was barely more than a teenager with raging testosterone. There was little chance I could help.

Then she said something that totally surprised me. "So, long story short, we cannot go any further than we already have."

I looked at her without understanding at first. Was her emphasis on "we can't go any further", or "than we already have" I wondered. Then I realized that she might be saying that we could do what we had already done, but go no further.

Could that be what she actually be saying that we can do what we did before I wondered? Suddenly I felt my heart beating harder. Then I felt her hand squeeze my thigh. That was all it took for my erection to throb. I saw her looking at the crotch of my shorts again. Then she suddenly reached up my shorts. Her hands were shaking as she opened the button at the top and then pulled my zipper down. I didn't have underwear on. I saw a little smile cross her lips before she pulled them down and off my feet, leaving me totally naked. My cock was as hard as a rock and dripping juice.

She stared at my cock as she stood and dropped her robe, leaving her totally naked as well. I stared at her beautiful body as she crawled onto my bed. She lay down on her stomach between my legs, like I had done when I had eaten her. She was now staring at my hard and throbbing cock from only inches away. It made my ball churn in their sacks.

She said, "You have a beautiful cock. It is perfect... not too big and not too small. The crown is beautiful too. I love the way the shaft bends upward and how it throbs."

I was suddenly embarrassed. I had never had anyone look at my cock or describe it like this. I had no idea what to say.

Then my eyes grew wide as I watched her beautiful hand slide up my thigh and grasp my cock. "Moooommmm," I moaned as I closed my eyes in pleasure.

My mother didn't say a word as she began to tease the engorged head of my cock soft fingers. She moved her fingers as if she was a blind person trying to define the object in her hand. I bit my lip to stop a long moan. For some reason I didn't want her to know how excited I was. I almost felt that if she knew that she would stop. That was crazy.

She looked up at me and smiled with those beautiful eyes and mouth as her soft finger tips played with my suddenly dripping cock head. Then I watched in indescribable excitement as she leaned over and placed her tongue just below the head. She squeezed the shaft and caused a long clear drop of fluid to bubble out of the opening and stream down to her tongue. I almost climaxed right then.

She pumped me several times and was rewarded with more juice. It seemed to be streaming out without stop now. She was driving me mad.

Finally she moaned a little and took the head into her mouth. Her eyes closed for a moment and then opened to stare directly into mine... like she could see into my soul. Her face was so beautiful. I tried to take a picture of her gorgeous face and my hard cock halfway into her mouth, with her cheeks puffed out from the head of my cock. It worked because even today I can still see that picture as if it was yesterday. It was an image I used to masturbate to a thousand times while I was away.

"Mom," I breathed as she began to suck the head. Her lips and tongue were suddenly driving me crazy with excitement. I wanted to grab her head and make her suck me harder. I didn't, but instead allowed her to tease my cock head until I felt I could take no more.

"Mom... I... I... going to cum... if... if you keep doing that."

She didn't stop.

I gasped as I felt my balls tighten in preparation. The position of my cock was pulled down so it was parallel to my thighs. My cock could not pulse like it normally would. It was restricted, but still felt so good. A moment later I grasped the sheets as my cum began to rocket up the shaft.

"Mmmmm," I heard my mother moan as I began to squirt into her mouth. She began to shake and I actually think she was climaxing. I learned later that she often did climax while sucking my cock... I loved that thought.

My hips began to move in little twitches, trying to force my cock deeper into her mouth. It wasn't going to happen. My juices poured into her mouth and I could hear her struggling to swallow it all. I suppose I was a heavy cummer but never realized that until my mother said something several years later. She also said she loved that about me.

When the last dribble was squeezed out of me my mother kissed the tip of my cock and stood up. She licked her lips and smiled at me.

I smiled back and slowly slipped out of bed. She looked at me strangely until I pushed her backward until she was lying on her back. I saw another smile as I slipped to my knees at the end of the bed. I spread her thighs. I almost gasped as her very wet and swollen pussy came into view.

"Oh God, Mom, your pussy is so beautiful," I whispered. I heard my mother moan. I felt a thrill of excitement go through me and decided to add to my comment. "I love the taste of you. Your pussy is so sweet and wet."

My mother moaned again and squirmed as I held her thighs wide. "Please," she whispered.

I knew what she wanted now. I began to kiss up her thigh. As I neared her pussy I paused and moved to the other side. I kissed downward across her soft skin, leaving a wet trail behind. When my lips got to her knee I lifted her leg, kissing behind it and licking down her calf. I moved back to the other leg and did the same. By the time I drew close to her pussy, she was moaning loudly. I paused and moved up to her large breasts. I looked at her face and saw tremendous excitement in her eyes. Staring into her eyes I leaned over and took one swollen nipple into my mouth. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

"Oh baby, suck mommy's tit," she whispered.

I loved hearing her say that. I took the nipple between my lips. I worried the nipple and sucked it until it was throbbing. Then I moved to the other. I worked on that one for several minutes before I moved to kiss and suck the soft flesh around the nipple, using my teeth to give her little love bites. Her chest was heaving as I pulled away. I leaned over and kissed her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth for my tongue. My cock was throbbing again.

I was now half on her, with my chest pressing against hers. I felt her large and soft breasts under me. We kissed passionately for a long time. I finally pulled away and went back to my knees again. There I pushed her thighs upward and spread them. I was so excited to taste her I could wait no longer. I buried my mouth in her soaked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh, Goddddddd, Thomasssss," she screamed.

I was in heaven. My face was buried in my mother's wet pussy and I was drinking her juices. I pulled back, spread her lips and looked into her wet and pulsing opening. The thought occurred to me that I had come out of that opening twenty years ago. I could never have imagined that I would be staring at it now. I moaned and buried my face into her gushing opening again.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm going to... oh God, I'm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg," she screamed.

I felt her pussy throbbing and her juices were squirting out. My face was soaked, but I swallowed my share of her sweet liquid. I kept at it as her climax went on for a long time. When she started to come down, I didn't let her settle down but found her clit and began to suck.

"Thomasssss, Thomasssss," she screamed as she began to climax again.

Her swollen clit pulsed in my mouth. I knew it must be sensitive so I stopped sucking and began to just flick the tip of my tongue against it. I heard my mother moaning quietly, but her legs were still quivering and her hands still held my head. I worked on her clit with the tip of my tongue, just barely touching it. Suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head pulling me tighter. I started sucking again.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she gasped and began to climax for the fourth or fifth time.

When she was exhausted, I pulled back with a wide grin on my dripping face. I was very proud that I had given her so much pleasure. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm.

My mother's eyes were closed, her chest was still heaving and her legs were spread apart as if in total surrender. At that moment I would have given anything in my life to be able to climb on her and slide my cock into her wet and swollen pussy. Yet, I knew that that may never happen. I told myself to accept my good fortune as it is and hope for more.

I felt proud of what I had accomplished. Having only eaten pussy twice I had done a pretty good job if the look on my mother's face was any indication. I was a quick learner. My fantasies had served me well.