Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... the underside of the tip, then gently nudged my thighs apart, leaned down, and licked my balls and cock.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rolled over and met her eyes. She smiled. My cock stood at attention between us.

She ran her tongue down the underside of my cock, teasing, tasting, then running it back up, squeezing out the pre-come and sucking it from the tip. I was fully erect, the purple veins standing out along the shaft, the tip gaping as more pre-come dribbled free and slipped down the side. She licked it up, then took the entire shaft in her mouth, sliding her lips halfway down my throbbing erection. I groaned, feeling her breasts brush against my thigh as she took me deeper and deeper down her throat.

She pulled back, then went down again, and again. Her blonde hair brushed my thighs and stomach as she slipped my cock in and out of her throat. Slivers of saliva glistened on the shaft when she pulled out, a long streamer dribbling across her breasts. She took my cock in her hands, sliding them up and down, using her own drool as a lubricant.

She slipped her body forward, hovering her breasts over my face – the breasts I had looked at all these years, never touching but always desiring. I reached up, cupped them gently, and pulled my face towards them, flicking my tongue across the nipples, tasting the faint aroma of her body lotion and a hint of perfume. Her nipples were tiny and hard, pulling the skin tight, making her already firm breasts even firmer ...

... and making the nipples stand more erect. I suckled, touching, tasting, loving.

I looked up and saw my mother looking down, watching me at her breast, smiling. Our eyes locked and I smiled back as she lifted her head, tossed her hair and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.

I lost track of how long I spent locked to her breast, but eventually she softly pushed my head back and slid her body forward. Now her slit was above my mouth. I looked up, past her shaved snatch and her breasts, and again, our eyes locked, and again that smile from my mother. I knew she wanted this as much – if not more – than I did. I ran my tongue up her tiny, tight little lobes, parting them gently with a finger so I could lick the tender insides. I lapped like a dog. Above me my mother closed her eyes, ran a hand through her hair and leaned back, pressing her slit even tighter against my chin. I locked my lips around her cute little clit and sucked, eliciting a moan. She called my name softly, then took my head in her hand and pulled it closer, tighter. I continued to work my tongue up and down, stopping to suck on her clit that was now sticking out from it’s little hood. I worked a finger – two fingers – inside her and found that special, magic spot.

A moment later I was engulfed in her orgasm. She leaned back and lay with her back on my stomach, her pussy still just past my chin, her arm against my cock.

She lay there pulsating for a moment, then gathered her wits and climbed to her knees. ...