Mom’s tongue drove deep into my cum-filled twat, scooping up copious amounts of Danny’s spunk, soaked in my own cream. My orgasm overflowed me and I bucked and twisted against Mom’s face, seeking – needing to get her tongue deeper inside me.
“Ohhhhhh, Mom!” I squealed. “You — you’re making ME CUMMMM!”
I felt Mom’s body tremble against me and she seemed to respond to my words by increasing her efforts, her tongue scouring my sugar walls for every drop of her son’s cum and my juices and her lips sucking my labial lips into her mouth, nibbling and kissing me until I was seeing stars. An idle thought flashed through my mind — was Mom just a natural like her son or did Mom have more than a little experience in eating pussy?
I almost jumped out of my skin as I suddenly felt Mom’s hands slipping up my fluttering tummy and grasping my breasts. My orgasm reached full intensity as I felt Mom pull and twist on my hard nipples while her tongue washed over my clitoris, somehow finding the most exciting spots to tease and probe. I could hear mom slurp and gobble as I flooded her mouth with a gush of cunt cream!
I twisted and squirmed as Mom continued to fondle my body and eat my pussy. Mom began to slow her efforts, seeming to sense my orgasm waning and then with one last, almost regretful flick of her tongue, stopped and sat up.
“That — that was wonderful, Mom!” I gasped, shivering with delight as I tried to sit up. “I love you, Mom!”
My mother stared at me for several seconds, looking sexy with semen and pussy juices smeared on her face. Without saying a word, she leaned over and kissed me, opening her mouth and accepting my tongue without complaint. We leaned into each other, kissing passionately for what seemed long minutes, but was probably just a few seconds. Mom suddenly broke the kiss and still not speaking, climbed to her feet. She walked over to the window where a few hours ago Danny and I had orally pleasured each other. Mom looked out the window at the still rainy day.
“Mom?” I climbed to my feet and walked towards my mother, admiring her backside. My desire to see Mom naked was growing stronger. “Mom, are you okay?” I whispered as I stood behind her.
“I — I don’t know, Megan. You and your brother have turned my world upside down.” Mom snickered. “And to think, I came home early, thinking to surprise you both with dinner and maybe going out to a movie. I guess I got the surprise.”
I slipped my arms around Mom’s waist and kissed her on the nape of her neck, sending a shiver through her body. “I’m not sure, Mom, but I think maybe we’ve both got surprised here. Last thing I ever expected my mother to do was eat my pussy like she’d been doing it all her life.” I slipped one hand upwards and cupped her breast. Even through her bra, I could Mom’s nipple, hard and erect. It seemed much larger than mine.
Mom moaned and leaned back into me. “I cannot believe I’m doing this,” she sighed. Feeling encouraged, I slipped my other hand downwards, finally cupping Mom’s mound. Through her dress, I could quickly sense the heat coming from Mom’s pussy. As I rubbed, I quickly felt her wetness bleeding through the light cotton dress.
I kissed my way down Mom’s bare back, bending my knees and letting my hands slide downwards until I reached the hem of her dress. Slowly, the material wadded in my hands, I rose back up, running my tongue up Mom’s back, watching the gooseflesh rise as I did so. Mom raised her arms straight up and let me slip the dress over her head. I let my eyes roam over Mom’s body. She was wearing French Bikini panties that almost disappeared in the crack of her bountiful ass cheeks. Tossing her dress aside, I again hugged Mom around the waist, nibbling on her neck as she rubbed herself against me.
Moving my right hand downwards, I slipped my fingers through the waistband of her panties and cooed as I encounter not a single hair. Mom’s pussy was completely bald, her slick, wet flesh hot to the touch. “Ooooh, Mom!” I sighed. “You shave your pussy! I love it!”
Mom groaned and hunched her pelvis against my probing fingers. “I did it to try and turn your father on. It didn’t work, but — MMmmmm, I like the way it feels.”
I stroked her bare, slippery pussy and whispered back, “I like the way it feels too, Mom!”
Trembling, she turned carefully in my arms and facing me, pressed her lips hungrily against mine. As our tongues danced, my right hand fingered Mom’s steamy, sloppy wet snatch while my left hand worked the clasp on the front of Mom’s bra. It snapped open and Mom’s large tits fell out, jiggling as they were freed. Mom’s breasts had a lot of heft and surprisingly little sag, full, gourd like breasts that lay high on her chest. Mom nipples were maybe three times the size of mine, round like nickels, swollen and standing out almost half an inch. I stepped up so our breasts were mashing against each other, nipples catching and dragging with each other.
I slowly slipped my middle finger inside Mom’s pussy, marveling at how her lips grasped at my digit. I curled my finger upwards, probing for Mom’s G-spot and was almost immediately rewarded with a panicked, muffled groan from Mom and a spray of her juices. Mom was unable to keep the kiss going, sobbing, “Oh, Megan. What are you doing to me?”
In response, I swiftly began to squat, bringing Mom’s bare cunt to eye level. Mom’s pussy was lovely, a pink, flowering orchid, thickened labial lips dripping with nectar. Mom’s clitoris was peeking out already from its hood. I pressed my face against her hairless snatch and gave her a big sloppy kiss centered on her swollen, penis-like digit, ending the kiss with a long, slow lick of her slit with my tongue. Mom’s cream was sweet and salty, much like my own juices, but different still, perhaps age gave it its delectable flavor.
“OHHH, MEGGANNN!” Mom cried, suddenly unable to keep to her feet. Her legs gave out and Mom began to sag. I eased her downwards, rolling backwards until I was flat on my back and Mom was on her knees straddling my face. I’ve never seen a woman cum like Mom. Her juices were flowing almost like ejaculations, bathing my face. The air was thick with her powerful scent, enflaming my senses and awakening my sexual hunger.
Like a starving madwoman, I began to eat my mother’s cunt. I was caught up in a frenzy, trying to lick her sweet cream from her soft pink flesh and suck on her pussy lips and tease her clitoris all at once. Mom rolled her hips, giving me a slightly better vantage point to eat her and I literally buried my face in her wet pussy, my nose rubbing against her throbbing clit as I swirled my tongue inside her, sucking up her flood of cunt cream.
Minutes passed as I licked and sucked and nibbled Mom’s tender, delicious flesh. Mom sobbed and moaned and at one point began to scream, only to run out of air as I used every bit of pussy eating talent I possessed to bring my mother pleasure. God only knows what poor Danny was thinking down the hallway. Probably thought we were beating each other to death!
After a while, I managed to slip two fingers into Mom’s spasming pussy. As I fluttered my tongue across the wrinkly flesh surrounding her clitoris, I again began to curl my fingers, probing for and finding Mom’s G-spot. Her reaction was immediate. Mom began to rock uncontrollably, her pelvis grinding against my face as she sprayed her cunt cream into my open mouth. If it wasn’t for the sweet taste of Mom’s pussy juices, I would have thought Mom was peeing on me (and even that thought kinda turned me on, although I’ve never been into that sort of thing!).
Mom’s orgasm was violent and my head throbbed as she beat me with her pelvis and her thighs tightened and loosened against my head in pulse with the erotic waves of pleasure roaring through her. Mom’s loss of control excited me and spurred me to tease her even more with my mouth, slurping up her creamy juices as my fingers sought even more sensitive and responsive areas.
Mom suddenly began gasping, “Nonononononono! Got to — OMIGOD, MEGANNN, I CAN’T BREATHE, STOPPP!” Mom flung herself off me, collapsing against the side of my bed, head down against the sheets, gasping for air. (that weird little part of my mind wondered idly if she could smell her children’s mixed juices, still drying on the sheets). Mom’s body shivered as she tried to get herself under control.
I climbed to my feet, feeling rivulets of her juices trickling off my cheeks to splash on my chest. Even my hair was sticky wet with Mom’s juices. Her lovely scent was thick in my nostrils, it was almost as if I’d bathed in Mom’s pussy juices. “C’mon, Mom, I’ll help you,” I whispered as I helped her up and onto the bed.
Mom flopped over on her back, her chest heaving heavily as she gasped, “I — I thought m-my heart was going to stop. Oh, Megan, I have never cummed like that before!”
I climbed up next to Mom, lying on my side and cuddling with her. I slid my hand upwards from her belly to cup her meaty breast, rubbing my palm against her turgid nipple. It throbbed, pulsing in time with her fast heartbeat. “Ohhh, you haven’t seen nothing yet, Mom. Wait till Danny fills you up with that big donkey dick of his!”
Mom’s face, already quite red, darkened more and she covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god! This can’t be happening. Even if I have fantasized about this, it’s sooo wro…”
“No it’s not, Mom!” I said in a scolding tone that I realized was Mom’s own. “You’ve dreamed about it. Danny’s dreamed about it. You’re both over eighteen and Daddy hasn’t been holding his end up!” I leaned in and kissed Mom gently on the mouth, allowing her to taste herself. “Hell, Mom, its only not wrong, but you deserve this! You’re a wonderful Mom and I’m glad we can offer you a little pleasure.”