I swallowed, my dick throbbing in my jeans. I wanted to run upstairs and masturbate. I ached to fling myself on my bed, grab a wad of Kleenex, and stroke one out thinking of my mother. This was crazy. I was turning into some sort of pervert.
Pussy-whipped by my mother… God, that was sad.
I reached the ball of her foot and dug my thumbs in. She groaned and licked her lips. Her toes curled and relaxed. So dainty and cute. I glanced up at her, a huge smile on her lips. Mrs. Best squirmed beside her.
She stared with such envy at what we were doing.
“Mmm, that’s good,” Mom cooed when I finished. “Makes me so wet when you massage my feet, Jason.”
I froze at those words. My mother could not have said them. I must have been hearing things. Wet? Like her pussy?
“I bet,” Mrs. Best said. “Ooh, I need to cool off myself.”
“Jason, honey, be a good boy and take off mama’s panties.” Mom stared down at me with these smoldering, green eyes. “And eat mama’s pussy. I need to cum after that wonderful foot massage.”
No fucking way. There was no fucking away my mother just said those words. I had to have misunderstood her. She said something completely different. Mrs. Best wouldn’t be nodding there and biting her lower lip. Christ, I could hear Dad in his den.
My hands reached up my mother’s thighs. My palms slid across her shaved legs. I crossed over silky skin, marveling at how smooth she was. I had never touched a girl like this before. Now I was reaching for my mother’s panties.
“I’ve never eaten pussy,” I croaked, feeling like I was in a daze.
“Oh, you’re going to be just wonderful at it, Jason,” Mom said. “I’m sure you’re going to love your mama’s pussy. You’ll be a natural at it. You know why?”
I shook my head, this incestuous heat throbbing up my cock while my hands reached further beneath her dress.
“Because you love your mama and you want to please her.” She smiled at me. “You’re a mama’s boy through and through.”
“God,” I groaned, fearing that was true.
My fingers found her panties. I slid over the cotton and found the elastic waistband. I hooked them, my heart hammering in my chest. This was so wrong. I couldn’t be doing this. It was illegal. Taboo. Violated every law of nature.
I pulled my mother’s panties down. She lifted her rump, her boobs jiggling in her sundress, to help me slide them down. My heart beat faster and faster and faster. Excitement drummed my heart. My breathing quickened as I rolled her panties down her thighs.
The pink garment appeared in my hand. I breathed in a tangy musk as I slid them down her knees. Was that my mother’s pussy? The scent of the hole that had birthed me. My cock twitched and throbbed so hard as I pulled off her panties.
The crotch was soaked. The tangy scent stronger, mixed with the aroma of cotton. I swallowed and stared at her spread-open thighs and the dark shadow created by her skirt. She really wanted me to eat her pussy.
My mother’s pussy…
“Don’t be shy, Jason,” Mom said. “Eat Mama’s pussy. Mmm, you’re going to be so great at it. I believe in you.”
“Oh, wow, you’re so lucky to have a son that will eat your cunt, Rita,” Mrs. Best moaned, watching on.
I pushed up my mother’s sundress, the yellow fabric sliding up and up her thighs. The tangy musk grew in my nose as I leaned over. My mouth salivated. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to eat her pussy with hunger. I licked my lips.
Then her brown bush appeared. Curls adorned with dewdrops of her passion. Her thick labia peeked through. My heart drummed faster and faster. I licked my lips and leaned my head closer and closer to her snatch.
“That’s it,” cooed Mom. “Eat your mama’s pussy! Make your mama cum!”
Then I buried my face into her bush.
Her curls slid over my lips and cheeks a heartbeat before my lips kissed at her snatch. My mother’s labia spilled over my mouth. Her tangy cream coated my face. I shuddered and then I licked at the pussy that birthed me.
I tasted incest.
My tongue slid through her folds. Mom groaned, her back arching. It was so wonderful to stroke her. I caressed up her slit, loving the taste of her. The tangy flavor of her pussy melted across my tongue. It was an amazing delight.
She groaned, her back arching. Her breasts jiggled. She bit her lower lip and moaned. I licked again and again. This taboo hunger gripped me. I was possessed with feasting on my mother’s pussy. I had to make her cum. I had to please her.
“Oh, yes, yes, that’s wonderful,” she groaned.
“Mom,” I groaned, shocked by how good this was. How hard it made me. “You taste so good, Mom. Just amazing.”
“Mmm, Mama’s good, little boy is eating her pussy!” She smiled. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s wonderful!”
“You’re so lucky, Rita,” Mrs. Best moaned as she watched me eat my mother’s cunt.
I fluttered my tongue up and down my mother’s pussy in stunned bemusement. I was really eating her cunt. Just devouring her. What was my life right now? But, damn, she tasted so good. Cunt was amazing. My mother’s cunt was delicious.
I had no idea what I was doing. I just licked through her thick folds. No tight, barely legal slit here like the girls in the porn I watched. This was a MILF’s pussy. I stroked her pussy lips, caressing them. Even sucking on them.
“Don’t be afraid to go deep into Mama’s pussy,” she moaned, her face twisting in delight as she stared down at me past her large breasts swelling the yellow fabric of her dress.
Deep… Did she mean…?
I thrust my tongue into the hole that had birthed me. My cock twitched in my boxers and jeans. Her silky curls rubbed on my lips and cheeks as I plundered her pussy. I thrust my tongue in deep. I groaned, shocked that I was doing this. It was insane, and yet here I was fluttering around in her.
I stroked her. Pleased her. I darted my tongue around in her, loving the taste of her. She squeezed her twat around my tongue. Her thighs held me tight. I groaned, loving what I was doing to her. I devoured her with all the hunger that I had.
I feasted on her with everything that I could.
“That’s so good,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, you’re such a loving mama’s boy, Jason. Ooh, yes, yes, eat my pussy. Eat Mama’s yummy cunt.”
“God, he is going to town on your pussy, Rita,” Mrs. Best moaned. “I’m so wet.”
“Mmm, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” Mom promised, her pussy squeezing about my tongue fluttering around in her depths.
The tangy flavor of her grew and grew as I fucked my tongue in and out of her. She groaned, her back arching. Those big breasts jiggled in her bodice. What would they look like naked? Big and soft and perfect for squeezing?
How had any of this happened? Why had my mom turned into a complete pervert? What about Dad? I was eating Mom’s pussy. We were cheating on Dad. This was so insane. My cock twitched and throbbed in my pants.
“Mmm, don’t forget about Mama’s clit,” she moaned. “Lick it. Suck on it. Mmm, make Mama cum, Jason.”
“Yes, Mom,” I groaned.
I slid my tongue through her folds and over her bud. She gasped as I caressed her clit. Her pearl thrust out of its hood. I swirled my tongue over that nub. My lips kissed her. I sucked on her. She gasped, her back arching.
Was I about to make my mother cum?
My cock burned in my pants. I wanted to jack off. I needed to free my cock, but here I was gripping my mother’s thighs and sucking on her clit. I nursed on her. She moaned, her head tossing. Brown curls spilled about her flushed cheeks.
“Yes, yes, yes, Jason!” she moaned, not caring if Dad heard her at all. This was insane. “That’s so good! Mama’s going to cum! Ooh, yes, yes, make Mama cum, you a good boy. Oh, Jason, yes, yes, I love you!”
I suckled so hard, her words ringing in my ears. Pussy cream ran down my chin as I suckled hard on her clit. I ached to make her cum. To please her. I had to be a good boy for her. The need utterly consumed me.
Her face tensed. Her eyes squeezed shut. She grabbed my head, attempting to grip my short hair. Then she bucked and shuddered. Her face contorted with delight. She cried out in rapture. A flood of tangy juices gushed out of her pussy.
“Jason!” she howled. “Yes, yes! Mama loves you!”
I drank the cream gushing out of her pussy. I shuddered, drinking that wonderful flood of juices. I gulped them down. I licked them up. This heady rush shot through me as I drank my mother’s orgasmic passion.
I made Mom cum.
I pleased her.
She trembled and moaned, Mrs. Best watching on with a flushed face and gleaming eyes. I licked up the flood. The juices spilled over my taste buds. Incestuous delight spilled across my tongue. I groaned as I gripped my mother’s thighs.
She shuddered and then panted. A big smile spread on her lips. She cupped my face and pulled me up. Her pussy cream dribbled down my chin. She had such a big smile on her lips as she pulled me in for a kiss. I planted my lips on hers.