Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... touched it, moved around it, and pushed under it. Then it moved around it and to the back of my upper teeth. Then it was the lower teeth. Then my molars on one side. Then it started up the roof of my mouth -- moving, touching, exciting the nerves. It was impossibly far back in my mouth until I was almost afraid it would glide down my throat and strangle me. I found myself producing a suction to help it try to go all the way down my throat. It wriggled as I sucked on it. Then I sucked harder. Our lips were pressed so tightly together that it was almost painful but I needed her tongue further into me. I could taste her sweet mouth as her tongue plunged into me and then retreated with difficulty against my suction and then returned with slithering ease then retreated. It was a live thing, seeking and finding and inflaming. I was wrapped around Lois so tightly, holding her neck with both hands as she probed my mouth, pressing so close to the rest of her body that I almost didn't recognize the signs. Then, unable to stop myself or her, I felt my erratic moans around her tight mouth. "Mmmmmm!" I moaned to her, my head furrowing into a frown of total intensity. My exclusive interest in her tongue had allowed me to lose contact with the rest of my body for a moment but it came back at exactly the right time. I knew I was still pressed firmly into her moving pelvis, my considerable hard-on pushed to her front. And I felt myself let go. It was as if my entire body spasmed with it. My ...

... teeth closed solidly if considerately, against her still probing tongue. My arms squeezed her neck. My center thrust out to her. And I came. I could feel the come shooting out of me into the thin panties or, for all I really knew or cared, into space. But it was hotly leaving my body. My center pumped against her upper leg like a dog in heat. My grunts pulsed into her mouth with my release. They continued as I began to relax away from her tongue, my hands at the back of her neck loosening. I felt himself falling backward. She caught me, her hand finding the back of my head as our mouths parted. I was at her mercy as I fought for my own breath. Then it slowly passed as she guided my head to her shoulder and held it there. "Oh, sweetie!" she moaned. "There's nothing like a virgin's first time." We continued to dance, my following now almost like a straw doll held against her, until I felt my strength return so I could again do my part. "Very nice, Lois," someone said at the back of my head. "Very nice indeed." I never saw the woman who had spoken but felt Lois's smile against the side of my face and the little nod she gave. "Very nice, indeed, my sweet little bitch," she whispered into my ear just over the music. I opened my eyes then and fully recovered my senses. Now I was purposefully moving with her rather than being dragged about by her. Her hand had released the back of my head though my arms were still around hers. I was sure I would still fall if she took her hands out ...