Mummy & Nanna (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nanna (Part 2)

... other side to take them off completely.

My hand caressed her naked thigh, while my eyes were fixed on the neat line of her pubes and the cliff edge of her mound. I could not resist stroking the surface between her legs, feeling the softness of her pussy lips, while in the back of my mind was the realisation that my fingers were exploring the place where I had come into the world, but everything that was happening seemed natural—a new exciting phase of our relationship.

My reverie was interrupted by the sensation of my nightie top being pulled down, my breasts being exposed, and my nipples being fingered. I looked into her eyes, half closed but focused on me, then lifted my hand to my lips and sucked my fingers, making a film of saliva.

She purred, “Mmm, baby," as my slippery fingers touched her pussy lips, stroked, and explored until they slipped inside.

“You are very wet, Mummy.”

“Mmm.”

Her hands were constantly moving over my flesh, one from behind on my shoulder and the other on my breast, kneading my aroused nipple as I explored her most intimate place.

When my fingers slipped into her vagina, she groaned, and her hips reacted by flexing as she turned to face me and pushed her lips against mine. Each kiss was short: a flick of her tongue in my mouth, withdraw, and then repeat.

Her hand continued its work; my fingers slipped around her wet vulva, then found her hard clit and slid along its length. Mummy shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh, my baby, ...

... that’s so good; do it more; make love to me, my baby girl.”

The time had come, and I knew we were at the next turning point. I sat up, pulled my nightie off, and threw it on the floor, then moved around to kneel between her legs, looking down at Mummy’s glistening pussy.

She smiled at me, knowing what was to come, while I stroked the inside of her thighs, running my fingers from one to the other, gently brushing her sex on the way. I had never had any sex with a woman in my life; now my first taste was to be with my mother. The thought raced around my mind; I wanted it, but the tension of anticipation was holding me back.

“Do it, my baby; I want you to do it.”

So I leaned forward, and when my mouth was directly above her pussy I let a stream of saliva fall onto her before lowering myself down until my tongue touched her and I licked upwards, feeling the hardness of her arousal.

“Oh, yes, my baby, that’s so beautiful."

I drank in her smell as I licked and licked. Mummy’s hips thrust up to meet my face, bathing me in her juice. Her thrusting became fast and frantic, my lips desperately trying to keep full contact with her pussy, the escaping compressed air inside my mouth space making a ripping sound whenever she dropped away to leave my tongue the only contact between us.

Her orgasm was something beautiful for me. I heard her yell as her body jerked, and then a sudden rush of fluid poured into my mouth. I kept on licking her clit, I knew she wasn’t finished. A ...