She slid under the covers, shivering violently. “Come here and warm your poor mother up, Bran.” He slid over to her and put her arms around her, her breasts mashed against his chest. He kissed her with tongue, and she returned it, still feeling horny after her dirty snack. Bran broke the kiss, his face inches from hers.
“I can smell my cum on your breath, mom. And I think I taste it a little. You don’t need to hide it from me.” Ann squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, kicking herself for not rinsing her mouth.
“Crap, I am so sorry, Bran. It’s probably making you want to throw up.”
“It’s not actually. I love that you apparently love me and my cum. What does it taste like?”
“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation. It tastes like… I don’t know. Kind of like snot, maybe? It’s pretty neutral, but has a uniqueness that’s almost a little bitter. That sounds even grosser than eating semen, now that I’ve said it out loud. Do you think I’m a weirdo?”
“Mom, it’s totally hot. I would never had imagined my sweet mother loving the taste of cum. I want to taste you now, though,”
“Bran, I told you I need a shower.”
“You better not wash that amazing scent off of you, mom.” He wormed his way under the covers, kissing his way down her belly, nuzzling her thick thatch of pubic hair, her scent powerful under the covers near her pussy.
Ann made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, horny and ready for some more attention on her sopping snatch. She made a little show of resisting him parting her legs, then lay back, ready to have her pussy eaten for the first time in years.
Brandon prised his mother’s thighs apart and was almost overwhelmed by the womanly scent between her legs. It was musky, alluring, full of promises of yet to be discovered delights. It was dimly lit under the blankets so Brandon couldn’t get the full view he desired. He could see the glint of slick fluid on her thighs and in her cleft. He pushed her knees up so he had more access and licked her from asshole to clit. He felt her twitch when his tongue passed over her sphincter and he wondered if that was just from shock or if she liked it. He had seen people eating ass in porn videos, but never thought people really did that in real life.
His first taste of pussy made his head spin. It was slightly tangy, salty, and was impossible to separate from her scent. Her labia protruded and he licked them, then gently sucked them into his mouth. When his tongue parted them, he found the source of the wetness, the taste magnified, the fluid slick. He wanted to bury his face in the sopping mess and did just that, smearing the fluid all over his chin and cheeks and nose. A little unsure of himself, he plunged his tongue in and out of her entrance, wondering if this was what you were supposed to do when you ate pussy.
Ann jumped when Brandon first touched her with his tongue, surprised to feel it on her butthole. She enjoyed a little light teasing of her sensitive ring, but licking it seemed dirty. She moaned softly when he licked her cleft and sucked on her nether lips. His tongue in her vagina was nice, but her little button needed some attention. She reached under the covers and ran her fingers through his hair, gently guiding him higher to her clit. “Oh, yes. That’s the spot, honey. Keep your tongue there and use your fingers lower.”
Brandon licked and sucked on his mother’s clit, feeling proud of himself for her moans of pleasure. He slid a finger inside of her, working it in and out of her entrance. Her pussy was soaked, juices running down her thighs and he played in the liquid, lightly rubbing it into the skin of her inner thighs, then gently tracing patterns in the wetness that coated her ass cheeks. His lubed finger touched her sphincter, and he again felt her jump. Determined to figure out the mystery of her butthole, he lowered his tongue and licked her starfish.
“Brandon, that’s dirty. Don’t do that.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, but it’s dirty.”
He pressed the flat of his tongue firmly against her sphincter, moving it back and forth as he massaged her clit with his fingers. Her ass tasted of her pussy juices, not unpleasant at all. Feeling bolder, he inserted his tongue into her anus and discovered a sharply bitter taste. He removed his tongue and concentrated on the outside of her anus while he massaged her clit, wondering if he had just tasted poop.
“Bran, that’s enough of that, honey. Lick me higher up.”
Brandon moved his mouth back to her clit, licking it faster as he sensed her pleasure from it and finger fucked her at the same time. As his tongue started to tire and he wondered if he was doing it all wrong, he felt her tense up and her hands grabbed at his hair.
“Yes, fuck yes!”
Under the covers, Brandon grinned fiercely as he heard his prim and proper mother use the f word as she came. Impossibly, her pussy seemed to get even wetter. When her moans and trembling stopped, he slithered back up the bed out of the covers, his face slick with her juices, his nostrils full of her scent.
“I liked that, mom. I liked it a lot.”
“You did amazing, honey. I loved it.” Ann smiled at him, stroking his face, worried her juices and scent were too much. “You’re sure you liked doing that?”
“God, I can’t get enough. Making you feel that good, the taste, the smell of you. I don’t want to wash it off.”
Just then, the sound of the electricity coming back on interrupted them, the house coming back to life as it filled with hums and clicks of appliances and gadgets. Ann’s phone chirped from the nightstand as it registered that it was charging. It was all ending. Their hideaway from the hustle and bustle of society, their special place, was disappearing around them as the world seeped back into their lives. Ann smiled sadly at her son, knowing she couldn’t give into temptation any longer. Brandon stared back her, determinedly.
“Love you, Bran.”
“I love you, mom.”