I woke up with a woodie. Mom was no longer in bed. I saw her standing on the balcony wearing a short robe and having a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Mom, what time is it?”
Elena turned to me, stretched, and said, “It’s only 7 o’clock here, but it’s already 10 am in Atlanta. The jetlag made me get up earlier than I wanted.” Then she noticed the big bulge in my boxers and grinned, “I see your beast woke up hungry as well. Do you need help?”
I removed the underwear, stared at my raging member and asked, “Buddy, care for a special treat?” I strained my tummy’s muscle, and my penis jolted upward. “Mom, he answered ‘by all means.”
She chuckled, “Naughty boy.”
Elena took off her robe and posed before me for a couple of seconds. As my eyes got hypnotized by her voluptuous sexy figure, my organ jerked again, signaling its approval.
Mom sashayed leisurely toward the bed and licked her lips seductively, “After I am done with you, I won’t need breakfast anymore. I’d have had my morning coffee and a full portion of thick, high protein milkshake.” I waited impatiently.
Subsequently, she dove between my spread legs, and her soft, tiny palm tenderly caressed my ball sack. I heard her mumble, “Your nuts are heavy. I wonder; you emptied them last night. How fast does it take them to fill again? Well, I guess we’ll have to improvise more often than I initially thought.”
Next, her fingers trailed my shaft all the way to the mushroomed head, “I like your helmet. It is soft.” Suddenly, a large drop of precum appeared on top. “Oh, honey, a tasting sip. Thank you.” She licked it and rolled it on her tongue a couple of times before looking at me, “The diluted splash was OK. However, I hope the real thing will be more flavorful.”
Then Elena held the base, and her lips began opening around the spongy head. As she was doing it, her lips lightly milked the slit. To my surprise, her lips managed to engulf the large head without difficulty. She gazed at me, winked mischievously, and her tongue danced on the covered part.
Soon after, my rod started disappearing into her hungry mouth. She did it slowly yet steadily. The sight was amazing; Mom’s mouth looked small, but her ability to accommodate my thick 7. 5″ was remarkable. When only 2″ were left outside her lips, my prick felt a hurdle. I assumed it was the end of her throat.
She started bobbing it immediately after. Her technique was flawless. The strokes began with her tongue shoving my erect cock onto the palate, creating tremendous friction on the way into her mouth, while sucking ferociously when pulling my organ out.
My orgasm was pending sooner than I wanted. Watching her massive tits bounce before my eyes wasn’t helping to delay it.
In the last moment, I managed to whisper, “Mom, I am going to cum…” and within seconds I gushed a torrent of hot slimy liquid down her throat. I was astonished at her expertise; her jaws and lips worked in sync on my cock, milking it relentlessly and efficiently. I was done in 30 seconds after ejaculating gallons of seed.
Elena drained the last drops, licked my deflating junk and smiled happily, “Honey, as I thought; the real stuff was much tastier. In my earlier days, I used to love the oystery taste of cum. I wasn’t privy to it lately, but it all comes back to me. It’s delicious, and I do not need breakfast anymore. There is only one side effect: While a blow job satisfies my hunger, it makes me horny…”
I grinned, “I think I know the best cure. A good morning RECEIVING oral.”
“Joe, dear, you don’t have to…”
“Shut up woman! As the man of the house, I make the rules.”
“But we are not in our house, and you need your breakfast…”
“That is exactly my plan; to feast on your nectar.”
She lay on her back, leaned her head on the large pillow and mumbled, “Oh, honey…”
I pulled Elena’s legs so her ass was at the bed’s edge, and her feet landed on the carpet. I knelt on the floor, spread her thighs, and her swollen moist folds revealed themselves with all their glory. I latched to her labia, licking, lapping, and munching on her sweet musky fluid. It tasted much better than coffee…
Mom’s respiration became shallower, and her pulse rate increased. Every now and then I could hear a soft moan. Her hands caressed my hair, encouraging me to continue. I inserted my thumb into her wet pussy and moved it circularly dilating the entrance. Her groans turned louder. My saliva with the abundant juice she generated began leaking down her perineum, reaching her anus. As my tongue and lips were working her vulva, and the thumb probing her cunt, my forefinger gingerly tapped on her puckered hole. A moment later, it gently penetrated her tight sphincter. Instinctively, it spasmed. My finger stayed in place and my oral continued unabated. Her anal hole gradually relaxed, allowing me to finger her asshole.
I felt her tense, and then her palms pushed my head deeper into her vagina. Her body extended backward, and she started screaming, “Ooh, god! It’s sooo good. I am dyiiing. PLEEEEASE!!!”
My other hand, which until now kneaded a stiff pointy nipple, moved south and poked her clitoris time and time again. Elena’s noises increased as her body quivered erratically. Her orgasm was now at its peak. I kept on for another 15 minutes, sending her body and mind to new heights.
At one point her sweat began pouring on my cheeks, and I slowed down. Mom’s recovery took forever. I let her rest, went to the bathroom, cleaned my face and hands, and returned to bed. She remained in the same position I left her. I kissed her lips and said, “Mommy, I liked eating you. YOU taste better than any breakfast you ever made for me.”
Her eyes were still shut but she smiled and whispered, “Honey, I was afraid you’d hate my smell and taste. Thank you for forcing me to let you lick me. Yes, I climaxed, but your oral didn’t feel like a sexual thing; it was more like an explosion that sent me to paradise in order to return to earth when it was all over…”
“How long do you wish to stay and relax before going out? It’s already 77 degrees outside and there is much to see in this city.”
She raised her upper body and grinned, “I am still slightly dizzy after your attack on my genitals, but I’ll be OK in 10. We’ll eat breakfast and then go out. What is your recommendation for today?”
“There are many options. We can stroll The Strip and watch the most famous street in the world, we can climb the Stratosphere or the giant high-roller to get a sky view of the city, visit one of the many unique museums, see the lower level of some of the famous casinos, or a gondola ride in The Venetian.”
“To begin with, I’d vote for a stroll and get a glimpse at the famous casino-hotels around.”
“Good choice.”
After pigging out at Aria’s large breakfast buffet, we went out on the street. It was almost 10 am, and the crowd was relatively small comparing to the numbers expected in the evening. Many strangers stuck cards with pictures of naked and half-naked women in our hands. We didn’t care; we were in awe of the huge structures with millions of lights, begging us to enter, gamble, eat, and watch one of the multiple shows.
We stopped by the Bellagio’s fountains and observed the water-show. Mom’s eyes concentrated on the jumping water jets, and she looked prettier than ever. I hugged her shoulder, and she murmured, “Honey, thank you for bringing me here. It’s so beautiful…”