Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02

... much as she tickled me, I got her back. I kissed her now on the side next to her breast. Sucked that soft meat on the border from breast to ribs. I could sense she soon would flinch. So, I went quickly with the tip of my tongue downwards.

Another 5 cm down and she flinched. She pulled away from my tongue. I stopped, lifted myself, looked at her, and said, "I told you I'll stop."

She had her eyes closed as she tried to relax. Her breasts as firm as if I would have put ice on them. I kissed her again, kissed her under her breasts, kissed her at her sternum, then I licked her belly. She started to lift her pelvis.

I stopped, waited till she relaxed again, then I was at her forest. It was heaven. What used to be the subject of most of my dreams, was even more beautiful, more curly, more soft, more coarse, than even my dreams.

I could smell her sexuality. She lifted her vagina towards me and offered it to my mouth. She wanted me to take her, needed me to eat her pussy.

I stopped again and looked at her. She took one hand and wanted to push me into her mound.

I pulled my head even further away. "Put your hand back. Put it back and lie still. I will do nothing if you don't lie still," was all I said, looking at her with an expressionless face.

She put her arm back, but her wet pussy was still lifted and her ass tensed. I pushed my face back into the black curls and took a deep breath. I said it before, it was heaven!

I took some hair between my teeth and ...

... pulled. I virtually ate her beaver; went through it with my open mouth. I moved my legs off the bed. I went with my arms under her legs and spread them wide. Her vagina was beautiful, a thousand times more so than from a distance.

Until now, I never really saw the opening to her temple so close-up. It was perfectly shaved, no shaving pimples, nothing, only smooth, light olive coloured skin. Her inner lips a deep purple to brown, barely longer than the rest of her pussy.

I just looked for several moments, took in the smell, could feel the anticipation of my mother, wanting me to satisfy her. I kissed her pussy gently, licked her outer lips and went down her leg a bit. I came back, kissed her again, stayed on her lips, and sucked them ever so lightly.

I could hear the heavy breathing of my mother; could hear her arms move in the pillow. I took my tongue and lapped her entrance from the bottom, right to the top.

She moaned loudly, lifted her pelvis, and I stopped.

She moved even higher. "Why do you do this to me, please don't stop."

"Because I love you, and I told you, I will stop if you move"

"I will lie still, just carry on, please, you can't stop, go on".

I seldom heard my mom plead with such frustration. I put my mouth on her entrance and parted her lips with my tongue. She was leaking from top to bottom. I sucked up her juices, licked her inner lips. She moaned.

I still couldn't believe that I was licking my mother's vagina; drinking her love juices. ...