Feeling a burst of warmth at her words, he brushed some of her hair to the side as he spooned her and kissed her neck. He felt her shiver and kissed her neck again, waiting for her reaction.
“Bran… no, honey.”
“It’s just us in our own little special world away from the world… Ann. When the snow melts, we go back to our lives. Until then, we deserve this.”
“Just kissing, honey. That’s it, okay?”
“Um, I’ve never kissed anyone. You’ll help me?”
Ann felt a swell of affection for Brandon as she rolled over to face him. His hand was still under her top, resting just above her hip. She felt no shame or hesitation as she leaned her face into his, pressing her lips against his. She parted his lips with the tip of her tongue, coaxing him to reciprocate.
Brandon opened his eyes in surprise as he felt his mother’s tongue in his mouth. He shut them as he concentrated on the sensuality of the warm wetness in his mouth. It seemed Ann was coaching him into a rhythm as their tongues started to dance and the kiss deepened, becoming passionate. Brandon moaned softly into his mother’s mouth, pushing his body against hers, his thigh working its way between her legs, his cock pressing against her hip through his sweatpants.
God, Ann had missed this. She felt his hardness pressing against her, but it was just kissing and their clothes were on. As they continued to make out, she grabbed his firm ass and pulled him tighter against her, rubbing against his thigh that was between her legs. She was losing herself, she knew, but it didn’t seem to matter tonight.
Brandon ground his erection against her hip and moved his hand up to cup her breast, the heavy softness just as appealing from the night before. He had to see them again. He removed his hand and started unbuttoning her pajama top, waiting for her to protest. Ann just continued to kiss him, caressing his ass through his sweatpants as he freed her breasts. He pulled his mouth away from hers and dropped his head to kiss and lick her breast, sucking her long nipple into his mouth. He felt her chest rumble in pleasure in response as she softly moaned. He moved his hand down to cup one enormous buttock in his hand as he gently worked her breasts with his mouth. He moaned in aroused surprise when he felt her fingers wrap around his hardness through his sweatpants.
Ann panted as she explored the hardness of his sweatpants. What was she doing? She decided in that moment she didn’t care and they would sort it out in the morning. As she made that decision, she slid her hand down his waistband, encountering the bare skin of his cock. She thrilled at the suede over steel hardness, the head sticky slick with pre-cum. She pulled her hand out of his pants and sucked the sweet fluid off her fingers, trying to keep Brandon from seeing what she was doing. Where was this going to end up tonight? Not sex. She would draw a line. Would they just grope each other under their clothes? That wouldn’t be so bad. She wanted to suck his cock, though. To take him into her mouth until he exploded with pleasure, coating her tongue with his salty load.
When Ann reached down Brandon’s sweatpants to take his cock into her hand, he marveled at how different someone’s else’s hand could feel on him. Her hand was hot and soft and so much better than his own hand. He thrust into her grip and slid his own hand into her pajama bottoms and underwear, cupping her ass cheek. The aroma that wafted out of her bed clothes was heavenly. It was musky, alluring, and awakened something animalistic in him. He crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting into her hand as he gripped her ass cheeks, starting to explore her ass crack, damp with sweat. When his probing fingers encounter the sparse hair around her asshole, he felt her roll away from his hand, onto her back, her unbuttoned top exposing her large breasts, gleaming a little with his saliva in the dim light. Still kissing her, their tongues dancing, Brandon slid his hand down the front of her pajamas, encountering her pubic hair, then large dangling pussy lips. He was shocked at how wet she was between her legs. Was this how all women were? He started to clumsily probe for her entrance with his fingers.
Ann felt fiercely desired when Bran took charge and kissed her hard, his hand sliding into her underwear to play with her ass. When his fingers got near her tight little sphincter, she shifted to give him access to her pussy. She almost moaned in frustration at his inept explorations. Why was he trying to push his fingers in her way higher than her vagina? Did he expect to find it about where his cock was on his own body? She moved her mouth off his. “Here, honey.” She slid her hand down the front of her underwear to guide his fingers in their explorations.
“My opening’s down here. Use just one finger, slowly at first.” She felt his finger slide into her to the second knuckle and she guided it slowly in and out of her pussy. “That’s it. You can add a second finger now, if you want.” He did just that, Ann’s hand guiding the speed and depth. “Feel how wet I am? You’re doing great. Now I’m going to show you my special place.” She moved his fingers up to her hooded clit. “Be gentle and take it very slow. Make circles around it, making sure your fingers are nice and lubricated. Now move the hood up and down. Oh yes, that’s perfect.” She continued to help him out, both of their hands in her sopping sex.
Brandon felt stupid and immature when his mother had to reach down and help him find her opening. The feeling quickly passed as she helped him finger her. He had a woman practically playing with herself with him involved. The past couple of days he had absolutely jacked off to thoughts of his mother masturbating for him and this fed into the fantasy. He was fascinated as she guided him to her clit and helped him manipulate it. He could tell it was getting her off and he tried hard to follow her movements and reactions to bring her pleasure. Ann stopped moaning and moved his hand back down to her opening. “Okay, slide two fingers inside and use the palm of your hand to try to press against my clit.” He obeyed, not sure if he was doing it right. She got his fingers moving in and out of her the way she wanted but seemed to be working to find the proper clitoral stimulation she was seeking. After a minute or two of moving and adjusting, he felt his mother start to absolutely grind against his hand and he thought he had the rhythm she was looking for. Sure enough, she soon shuddered and cried out, her pussy impossibly getting even wetter.
“God, that was perfect, Bran.” She lay on her back, spent as Brandon lay on his side with his hand in her underwear. “I’m going to do something for you, Bran, but don’t watch me, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Um, just close my eyes?”
“Yes, but lay on your back.”
Brandon lay on his back, wondering why she didn’t want him to watch her giving him a hand job. He gasped slightly as he felt her pull his sweatpants down around his thighs, then completely off. Was she going to… fuck him? He felt strand of long hair tickle his shaft and balls, then hot breath on his cock head. Fuck, she was going to suck him off?
Ann was poised over Brandon’s cock, the head and shaft shiny with the pre-cum she had smeared all over him stroking him inside his sweatpants. She inhaled his scent, burying her nose in his pubes. It was clean and earthy and made her pussy tingle. She rubbed his length on her face, kissing the shaft with gentle pecks, savoring the build up to his release that she craved. She asked him not to look at her to minimize somehow the taboo act they were committing. Now that she was down here, his cock in her face, she had a desire for her son to watch her pleasure him. Not able to wait any longer, she slipped his glans past her lips into her warm wet mouth. She tongued his slick head, sucking on it gently, savoring the sweet taste of his arousal and suede texture on her tongue. She ever so slowly took him deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time until he filled her mouth, threatening to gag her. She pulled back off him and moved his length again into the wet pleasure of her mouth. On the third journey deep past her lips, she felt him tense up and smiled to herself.
“Shit! Mo.. Ann!” Her mouth had been heaven. Laying there with eyes closed, he tried to imagine what his cock looked like sliding past her luscious lips, but then got lost in the sensations, focusing only on the pleasure. Before he knew what happened, his climax seized him. He cried out his warning as the first spurt of hot semen shot into her mouth.
Ann moaned as the salty release spurted deep into her mouth. She knew to work him with her mouth and hand through his orgasm, five, then six jets of hot cum coating her tongue and teeth. The taste was mostly neutral, with a slight bitterness she had come to love. Proud of herself and feeling sexy and desired, she didn’t swallow, and instead lifted her head, finding Brandon staring at her. She opened her mouth wide to show him his release. She dipped her fingers into her mouth, pulling up a saliva-slick bubbly rope of jizz that hung off her fingers. She sensuously licked it off while he watched her, stunned.
Brandon had never seen a more erotic sight in his entire life. Even after blowing his load and losing his arousal, what he was witnessing was beyond anything he had ever fantasized about. “God, I love you so much… Ann.”
“I love you, Bran. Now let’s lay down under the covers and hold each other, okay?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
They were both naked from the waist down and lay on their sides facing each other. Bran broke the silence. “That was the most amazing experience of my life. Sorry I came so quick.”
It was, hon. And don’t worry about that. You didn’t leave me hanging and it meant I was doing a good job.” She winked at him and Bran caught the aroma of his semen on her breath as she spoke to him. Surprisingly, it didn’t repulse him. It made him feel… included, like they had shared a special secret. It was… intimate.
Bran shifted and spoke, “Turn over so I can spoon you.” Ann rolled on her side and Brandon curled around her. She felt loved and satisfied in a way she hadn’t experienced for years. She was still a little drunk and wondered how she would feel in the morning, but that was a problem for tomorrow.