The Consummation
Brandon followed his mom into her bedroom, his heart racing, sweat trickling down his torso from his armpits. He was excited and nervous, and still wary. Was she acceding to this only because she thought he might harm himself, or did she really want it? As he was working through these thoughts, Ann turned and put her arms over his shoulders and pressed her soft mounds against his chest, leaning in for a kiss. All thoughts vanished from Brandon’s mind as their lips met and Ann’s tongue plunged into his mouth. God, he loved kissing her, holding her soft plump flesh against his lean body, his cock aching in his jeans. They pulled apart, almost panting and Ann stepped back.
“Take off my clothes, Bran.”
Brandon looked at his mother, baggy pullover blouse over leggings and rubbed himself through his jeans, drinking in the sight of her, imagining her body under the clothes, savoring it before he experienced it. He stepped forward and pulled her top over her head, watching her large breasts bounce only slightly against the constraints of her large support bra. Ann turned so he could reach the bra strap on her back and see what he was doing as he undid the three clasps. She turned around, holding the bra up to her breasts with her hands, smiling at him seductively as she dropped the bra and her hands, freeing her enormous tits. Brandon stared at her impossibly round flesh, the brown areolae and long nipples before he eagerly pulled her leggings down, kneeling as they got to her knees so he could help her step out of them.
Ann stood in only her white panties, Brandon on his knees in front of her. He pressed his nose against the front of the thin cotton, feeling her bush through the cloth and inhaling her musky yet clean scent. He reached his arms around her wide hips and grasped her ass cheeks to pull the front of her panties tighter to his face, losing himself in the feel of her in his hands and her aroma.
Ann laughed softly and said, “You’re such a sweetie, Bran. Finish undressing me.”
Brandon reluctantly released her buttocks, giving them a soft goodbye caress and slowly pulled her panties down, the dark curls of her pubes tickling his nose, her aroma becoming thick in the air in front of his face. He gave her bush a gentle kiss and stood up, drinking in the sight of her nakedness, her sexy curves, her little belly that didn’t sag at all, just plump deliciousness, there in the flesh. For him.
Ann walked over to the bed, hips swaying hypnotically, and lay down on her side, head propped on her hand, elbow on the mattress so she could watch her son. “Okay, take your clothes off now, Bran.”
It took Brandon all of 4 seconds to hurriedly pull off his t-shirt, step out of his jeans and rip off his underwear. Ann rolled her eyes and giggled. “That was the world’s worst Chippendale performance, you horny monkey.” Brandon stood at the side of the bed, his cock rock hard and jutting out, accentuated by his wiry frame and lack of body hair, realizing belatedly that his mom wanted a little show. He grinned sheepishly.
“Uh… sorry, I guess.”
“Come here to bed, Bran.”
He crawled into the sheets and lay on his side, facing Ann eye to eye. She kissed his neck and murmured. “I start birth control tomorrow. In the meantime, I got some condoms.”
Brandon gave a start, realizing suddenly that this was going to really happen. He was going to lose his virginity to his mother.
Ann wrapped her fingers very loosely around Brandon’s shaft, moving her hand up and down his length with the lightest of touches. “I can tell you’re ready to go, sport. You need to make sure your lover is ready. Touch me. If I’m anything but sopping wet, you’ll want to indulge me in a little foreplay.”
Ann lay on her back and spread her legs. Brandon reached down and traced a finger up her cleft, feeling a thin line of warm slick fluid between her thick pussy lips. He inserted just the tip of his finger to wet it and ran it up to her hood covered clit, gently massaging her juices all around it.
“That’s it, sweetie. More of that.”
Brandon continued to drag her juices up to her clit, alternating between inserting his fingers and playing with her pleasure bud as he noticed her becoming wetter and wetter. As Ann started to squirm and moan, she rolled away from his ministrations and rummaged in her nightstand drawer, coming up with a small square package. “It’s time, Bran. Do you want to put it on yourself, or do you want me to do it?”
“I want to do it.” Brandon took the package & examined it, finally tearing it open and pulling out the condom. Ann took the wrapper and put it on the nightstand and moved close to him.
“Turn it over and look at it, it can only go on one way as it rolls down your penis. See?”
Brandon nodded and moved the condom down to towards his cock, where they both noticed a long strand of clear pre-cum connecting his cock head to his stomach. Ann suddenly darted her head down and sucked the strand into her mouth off his stomach, following it his cock, where she took just his glans between her lips, pulling off him with a soft pop of noise.
“Yum.” Ann grinned up at him and encouraged him to continue. Unroll it just a bit to give yourself some extra room. I know there’s a reservoir tip, but you don’t want to fill it up and have no more room in there to hold your cum.”
Brandon complied with her directions and successfully rolled the condom down his cock, finding the fit tight, but not uncomfortable. Ann moved to her knees, then straddled her son’s hips. Ann noticed the slight puzzlement on her son’s face. “Let me control this first one, Bran. I know you were probably thinking missionary, but I ‘ll be better able to teach you this way.”
Brendon watched as his mom took his condom covered cock in one hand, reaching behind her to guide it to her entrance. She stared Brandon in the eyes and asked him, “Are you ready?”
Brandon nodded eagerly, his eyes moving back and forth from her face to her breasts, which were pushed out to Ann’s advantage as she reached behind her. She lowered herself slowly down his erection, the hard length sliding smoothly into her sopping pussy. God, how she had missed this. “Bran, baby. You fill me up perfectly.” She rubbed her hand over her pubes and lower belly to emphasize his cock being inside of her.
Brandon moaned with pleasure as he entered his mom, his eyes glued to his dick disappearing inside of her. With the condom on, the pure sensation of her pussy wasn’t as warm and wet as Ann’s mouth had been, but the idea of fucking his mother was pure bliss. And the sight of it! She sat astride him, her tits hanging down, the silhouette of her hips and ass wide and soft as she sat on his thighs. He could feel her juices wetting his ball sack. As he stared up at her, a thought popped in his head from his latest online Dungeons and Dragons campaign. She was a goddess. He would do anything for this. For her.
“Fuck, mom.”
“Language, Bran.” She smiled as she gently corrected him.
“Sorry… you’re amazing, mom.” He smiled at her and whispered, “You’re my goddess.”