A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... into a better position. I then pushed my tongue up, finding her entrance and probing it as far as I could, effectively fucking her with my tongue. "God yes! Hnng..." she groaned. I kept up my prodding, working my tongue in and out of her. "We shouldn't be doing this," she moaned. "It's soo wrong. I'm your mother." "I'm your mother, I'm your mother..." she continued, chanting the phrase while holding on to my head, pulling me toward her sex. I would have smiled at how kinky she was turning out to be if my mouth wasn't already busy. I pulled out my tongue and returned to licking between and around her pussy lips. I snuck two digits into her wet hole, fingering her while I lapped her folds. She was quite clearly getting close to orgasm and I sped up my pace to match her arousal. I payed extra attention to her clit, licking over it in broad strokes and running my tongue in approximate circles around it. She was breathing fast, pushing me against her even harder and tilting her head back with the pleasure of it all. Finally she came. She groaned loudly and released a wave of juices over my already wet mouth and cheeks. I lapped up her womanly nectar happily while she shivered in pleasure, my fingers still inside her wet, trembling passage. When her orgasmic noises ceased she relaxed, letting go of my head and slumping forward. I pulled back from between her legs as she sat down on her knees, letting some of the dress fall down to cover her up again. She looked exhausted, but ...

... thoroughly pleased. "That was... amazing, darling," she panted. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pushing me down on my back. "Mommy loves you soo much..." she whispered before she kissed me forcibly, her tongue exploring my mouth with enthusiasm. I responded, and for a long time our tongues wrestled in the wetness of our shared saliva and the leftover fluids from her pussy. ** We lay on the floor, catching our breath after the intensity of both the cunnilingus and our first real, passionate kiss. Mom stood up first, pulling her dress into place and putting strands back into place in her messy hair. She still looked a bit disheveled, in a very sexy way. "Is this going to be a regular thing now?" I asked sheepishly as I stood up. "Yes," Mom answered, not leaving any room for argument. "I won't let you deny your perverted mother sex now that you've gone this far," she said, smiling wickedly. "Oh, I wouldn't dream about it." I grinned back. "Speaking of..." she said, looking at my, once again, rock-hard erection. "I did say I was going to help you with that. Didn't I?" There was no sign of the exhaustion I had seen in her just a few moments ago as she openly admired the outline of my cock. "Come," she urged me and took my hand, leading me away. "Come were?" I asked. She just smiled. "I've got an idea of how to take care of that problem of yours," she purred, leading me into her bedroom. "Help me take this off, please..." she pleaded, already in the process of getting ...