Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part I

... cock that was dribbling pre-come.

“Yeah,” I said. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” she asked, running her fingers up the underside of my meat.

“Yeah, I was just wondering…” I started, then paused.

“Wondering what?”

“Wondering what, exactly, you meant when you said you would do anything to make me happy here.”

Her response was whispered, breathy, and hot on my cheek.

“I meant I’m yours. Every inch of me.”

Desire and lust raced through me. This was the moment every cell in my body had been screaming for since she walked out to the pool in that invisible swimsuit. I reached for her mommy tits, sucking, running my tongue around the aureoles, flicking it across the erect nipples. Beneath the smell of the bath oils was the faint odor of perfume. She moaned and closed her eyes as I buried my face in her cleavage, running my tongue up and down her breasts, pinching the nipples gently with my fingers. I spent several minutes working her chest over before I ran my hands down her stomach, past her landing strip, to her sopping pussy. I took her lobes in my fingers and gently tugged. She moaned again.

I leaned back and pulled her cunt to my face, breathing deeply of her scent. She crushed her slit into my chin and I lapped up her juices like a dying desert traveler finding an oasis, running my tongue gently, slowly, up and down, then kissing and sucking the big, stiff clit at the top. She groaned and arched her back as an orgasm shook her, ...

... dripping more liquid across my face. I drank it greedily.

She pulled away from me, slipped to her knees on the floor, and wrapped her tits around my blood-engorged cock, teasing the head with her tongue. I groaned, trying my best to hold back. She took the head in her lips, then slowly slid her wet mouth downwards. I’m not exactly tiny, and most girls only could take about half. My mom took it all, every last inch of it.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. As she pulled back and my cock popped free of her mouth, I exploded. A sticky white flood shot over my mom’s face and her tits. She took my cock back in her mouth and swallowed the rest.

As the euphoria faded, I thought about what I had just done. I had shot a load in my mom’s mouth. I had licked her pussy, her tits, she had come over my face. What the fuck.

I looked back at my mom. She was licking my jizz off her tits.

Maybe it was wrong, But she looked so fucking hot.

“Better now?” she asked. We lay there for several minutes, naked, pillow talking.

Laying there with my Mom’s naked body pressed to me, my cock started to get hard again.

Mom shook her head. “That’s enough for tonight, I have to work tomorrow.”

That tiny bit of resentment against my mother for abandoning me blossomed at that moment into something larger, stronger. I couldn’t believe what I heard myself saying.

“That’s not what you said,” I whispered. “You said anything I wanted, I should just ask, right? Didn’t you mean it? Are you ...