Every Last Thing - Sex Stories

Every Last Thing

... turning this way and that to gain a better angle. We hook each other's tongues, sucked bottom lips and top lips, licked the inside of mouths and over teeth.

My erection, never fully gone, was back hard inside my mom again. Stronger if anything. I felt more than heard a satisfied, surprised grunt from her as she realized her pussy was full with my manhood once more. We continued kissing, however, now she was twisting her hips this way and that, allowing her pussy to inch off and then back onto my cock at different angles.

My hands slid off her head and down her back, tracing her spine, before snaking out to her sides and sliding back up towards the side of her breasts. I repeated this, over and over, each time tracing a new path of discovery round my mother's body. When I found her ass, I ran my hands over the beautiful smooth orbs, tracing the cleft and dipping into the wetness below.

I was conscious of mom's large breasts squashed between us. I wanted to see them, fondle them, suckle at them.

I eased her up and over to one side and onto her back. She groaned in disappointment as my cock fell out of her as she turned. I got up and kneeled across her abdomen and looked down longingly and lovingly at my mom lying naked beneath me. Longing, lovingly and lustfully. My cock was hard and stuck straight out, the hand of a sundial casting a shadow across her pubis. My hands were on her magnificent breasts in an instant. I massaged each, one hand apiece. I concentrated ...

... on everywhere but the nipples. They were already sticking up like two corks, and I wanted to leave them till last. I carefully kneaded my way around each areola, watching the impatient, passionate, turned on look in my mother's eyes.

Then, I allowed my palms to drift across her nipples, my hard skin dragging over them. This elicited a sigh from mom. I went back the other direction to similar effect. Now, I travelled around the nipples, catching them each time between thumb and forefinger, before relinquishing my grip. Mom's breath started to come in pants. I began to concentrate solely on her nipples, now tweaking them and rolling them slightly between fingertips. Then, I pinched them slightly, then a little more, a little harder gauging the reaction on her face. As I squeezed harder, I felt a squeeze on my cock as her body responded. I increased the pinching pressure. Then, still pinching, lowered my mouth and sucked in one of the nipples that had given me my first ever meal on this earth between my lips. Mom gasped as I suckled hard, held, and then let it slide back out of my mouth, slowing its progress by my teeth. I repeated this on the other side. All the time I massaged her nipples with my fingers and hands. Mom's hips had clicked into a rhythm under me, bucking up in search of my cock. I let myself drop slightly, so my cock lay on her abdomen, balls on her clit.

Over and over, I administered to each nipple, giving the equal and undivided attention till mom was ...