A Mother’s Worry – part 12

“Whatever you do for me,” I said, “I won’t do to Jenna.” I swirled my tongue around her back door, rimming her butthole until she was soaking wet with my spit.

“Oh,” Mom whispered. “Oh, god, Mark.”

“Reach back, Mom,” I said, “and pull your ass open for me.”

Mom had been looking forward again, but as her hands came back and her fingers cupped the bottoms of her cheeks, she looked over her shoulder one more time. Mom pulled her ass cheeks open for me. As her buns parted, the lips of her pussy spread as well, and I sighed.

Her inner lips were like rose petals in the sunrise, wet and dewy and sticking together. I saw her thick nectar stretch between her inner lips, as delicate as strands of webbed crystal, and they snapped, bursting into invisible teardrops that dispersed through the air.

I sighed again.

It was past time for a taste of my mother’s cunny.

I dragged my right hand from Mom’s thigh and over her ass. Once my palm rested squarely on her crack, I pushed upward, beneath her shirt, and to the center of my mother’s back. I pushed down on her, saying, “Bend over, Mom. I can’t kiss your pussy from this angle.” Through her back, I felt my mother’s heartbeat rise.

Still holding her cheeks open, she bent over at the waist. I slid my left hand around her thigh to her front, where I supported her hip, and I did the same with my right hand, sliding it around her right side and taking hold of her. My arms tensed as her weight pulled forward, but she was a feather in my hands. Her hair fell about her shoulders, and through her legs, which she had parted, I could see her hair hanging down to the room’s wooden floorboards. I moaned as I pressed my tongue against her asshole and licked downward between my mother’s cheeks.

“Fuck,” Mom moaned as I tickled her rear door. She moaned again when I licked her perineum, and she gasped as I moved lower and took the bottom curve of her pussy into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I sighed, straight into her gummy cunnyhole. I pushed my tongue forward, sliding easily through her soft lips and right into the pink depths of her tight insides. Sticky wetness greeted my tongue, and it was like her pussy had decided to return my kiss. Wet, hungry sounds that were beyond perverse filled the living room. The longer I kissed my mother’s pussy, the louder and wetter the sounds became, and it wasn’t long before my mother’s knees bent down and then back up in a horny shuffle as she slid her vertical smile across my face.

I squeezed my mother’s waist hard, pulling her back onto my mouth as my tongue spread her pussy lips and drew out her wetness. She didn’t dance or twerk her cunny meat on my face as Jenna would have. Mom moved slowly, her thighs tensing and her calves flexing. She found a sensual rhythm as my tongue traveled the length of her slit, from the bottom of her hole to the swell of her pleasure-nub. Whenever her clit found my lips, Mom would stop moving, and I’d suck her tiny jewel into my mouth, swishing and pulling it from its hood until Mom pulled her pussy away and humped her slit across my face once more. I could have kept this up forever, but my cock had other plans.

How much of me was my mother ready to let inside of her? I was confident that she’d be willing to take my dick, but despite my craving to feel her silky heat surround my cock, I discovered that I wasn’t in a rush. There was still so much more to do, but I wanted to come, and if there was one thing I had experience in, it was dry fucking Jenna until I nutted in my pants.

I leaned back, pulling Mom with me and keeping her pussy glued to my face, but I could only go back so far before her calves hit the front of the couch, stopping her short as I continued to lean into the backrest. Mom lost her balance and sat down, her butt hitting my stomach and sliding down to my cock, where she sat her pussy along the length of my shaft, pushing it against my thighs and causing an unbearable strain of pleasure to tighten my thickness.

“Uh,” Mom moaned when the hardness of my prick pushed into her through my shorts.

“That’s it, Mom,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her left shoulder. “This keeps me away from Jenna.”

“Yeah,” Mom panted. “It better.”

I slid my hands to the tops of her thighs and pushed outward as far as I could, then I slid them between her legs with my fingers pointed down, and I spread her open. Mom moaned again, her breathing growing ragged as I pushed my hands deeper between her legs, sliding them along her inner thighs until I bracketed the triangle of her soaking wet muff between my thumbs and forefingers. The tips of my middle finger rested on her perineum while my ring and pinky fingers held the bottom, inside swells of her ass cheeks.

“Mark,” Mom gasped as I squeezed her pussy lips together, puffing out her folds and squishing her clit between her cunny meat.

I squeezed her pussy several times, pushing in and pulling out, puffing her lips outward like the meat of a burger patty. I reached inward, feathering her slit and wetting my fingers, then running their tips along the length of her small crease while teasing the shallowness of her hole with soft penetrations.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Mom whimpered, her feet settling atop of mine. She pushed down, then, and using her leverage, she ground her ass on my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through my shaft and into my balls.

After several minutes of teasing her pussy, Mom lowered her right hand to mine and pulled my fingers over her cunny, forcing me to cup her clam. She used her middle fingers to push my middle finger into her pussyhole, then she stroked my finger, guiding me in and out of her channel by feel. Her left hand found my left hand, and she pulled my fingers to her pussy as well, only now she had me settle my digits on her clit, and together, as mother and son, we masturbated her pussy while she rode the length of my cock with long strokes of her damp, naked ass.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, still holding her pussy, still pressing my lips against her shoulder. I could taste her lotion and smell hints of vanilla beneath the floral thickness of her cunny’s perfume.

My mother’s ass made my cock tingle through my shorts. I pushed my fingers into her hole, her tightness still surprising me, and her wetness thrilled me. She had soaked my lap, and my shorts lay wetly against my knob, plastered to them as if I had spilled a bottle of scented oil over my cock. Mom’s clit, a rubbery ball of tender flesh, felt thicker than before. I swished and rolled her pearl around her upper lips as I let her hands teach me how to make her pussy sing.

We played like that for some time–Mom, sitting in my lap, her feet braced against mine, her legs taut with strain while I played with her cunnyhole and rubbed her clitty, humping my cock up against her ass. Mom’s moans grew louder, as did mine. Her pussy tightened, despite the cream dripping from her wet channel. My cock strained, aching, and seeking a way to tear through my shorts and push its blunt head into the beauty of my mother’s softness. I nibbled her shoulder, and she hung her head as I bounced her on my lap, taking her for a gentle pony ride in the morning.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” Mom whimpered after some time had passed, the pitch of her voice rising and her fingers guiding mine over her clit, moving faster in a circular motion that gently ground her pearl against her pubic bone. “Oh, god, Mark–oh, Mark, oh!”

As she cried out my name, her entire body stiffened, and yet I could sense the energy that she was about to release through the cymbal-like vibrations running through her core. My balls tightened as her pussy walls clamped down on my fingers, and my knob swelled as the first stream of cum filled my shaft, bringing with it a river of pleasure.

Mom came–hard! She shook and trembled, her body dancing with a serpent-like wave from her head down to her toes as she ground her ass and cum-dripping pussy over my cock. My body tensed, my thighs flexing, my cock swelling. I pressed my feet against the floor and pushed my hips forward, lifting my ass and driving my cloth-covered prick into the naked wetness between my mother’s legs. We came together, drenching each other in cum, our juices soaking through my shorts and staining both of our bodies.

“Mom, Mom, Mom,” I whimpered as my cock continued to twitch.

“Mark, oh, Mark… Mark,” Mom whined, her voice growing faint.

I tightened my grip on her pussy, and she tightened her hands over mine, holding me against her cunny as though she could brand my touch upon her sex.

Mom spoke several minutes later as she got up to leave the living room. “I’ll see you again in a few hours,” Mom said. “I have to go to work. Remember your promises.”

“Remember yours,” I called back, turning to watch Mom’s butt bounce up the stairway.

Mom stopped halfway up the staircase. I had a clear view of her ass, and with her left foot on the stair above her right foot, I could see the entire divide running the length of her pussy to the top of her ass. She turned her head toward me, looking down over her bare shoulder, and she asked, “Or else you’re going to Jenna?”

“Yeah,” I said, but only because something in her voice drew that word from my lips.

“I guess I have no choice,” Mom said, and she continued upstairs with a lighter spring in her step.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered after Mom had disappeared. “Maybe I can stay away from Jenna for the next couple of years.”

14

Sexy Blackmail

I left my mother’s panties on my bed, took another shower, and went back downstairs. It was early, but I was no less horny. I spent the next two hours watching porn in the living room–I didn’t bother turning down the sound. What would Mom think of that? My cock loved it, and I did something that I never thought I’d be able to do–I didn’t touch myself. Instead, I stripped down naked and sat in the living room, enjoying the crisp, air-conditioned breeze. My cock felt bigger and more sensitive, and a chill danced over my skin as I imagined Mom coming downstairs and finding me naked.

Too far too soon?

I didn’t know, but I had my shorts and shirt nearby, just in case. It didn’t matter because sitting naked and watching porn in my mother’s living made me tingle all over. I had some energy to burn, and by the time my phone buzzed with a text from Mom, my body wanted to run through walls and jump over houses.

I grabbed my phone and checked the text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and a banana to my office. Thank you.

I stood, still naked, still hard, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on, but I left my shirt off. A little at a time. I had so much left to do with my mother; suck on her tits, a handjob, a blowjob, titty-fucking, everything I had seen in porn, and kissing. My heart swelled with that last thought. Kissing my mother would be so… forbidden. Kissing was something I could do with my mother in public, for everyone who didn’t know us to see. Oh, fuck, my imagination was going to be the death of me. I jog-ran to the kitchen, collected Mom’s stuff, then hurried upstairs and down the hallways to her office. I knocked on the door once before I pushed it open and stepped inside with everything–including my phone–in my hands.

The sight that greeted me forced a hungry moan from my throat. Mom had her curtains open, and sunlight shined across her naked body. She sat in her leather swivel chair, with her left leg crossed under her right–the leg closest to me–and she was leaning backward, as naked as a woman can be. Her almost small breasts drew my eyes, capped by flavorful pink nipples that deserved to be the toppings on two scoops of peach sherbet. After clicking her mouse several times, she sat back and turned her chair toward me, giving me the full view of the hairs between her legs and the upper half of her pussy. Below, the rest of her cunny rested against her leather seat.

“Thank you for bringing me my lunch,” Mom said. Her eyes traveled over my upper body, lingering on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy sigh. “Did you come up here expecting more from me today?”

Mom’s tone sounded rushed. Her breathing had turned heavier, and I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech. Her pink nipples stood thick and hard atop her tits, puckered to what had to be soreness. I wanted to suck them so much.

“Yes,” I said, flexing my cock.

Mom’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and she said, “May I eat my lunch first?”

“Yes.” I stepped into her office to hand her her things. “I’ll take pictures while I wait.” As she took her food, I looked at her computer screen. She had none of her work windows open, but filling her monitor was the picture of an oiled-up, naked young man who looked around my age. He had a big, big cock–about as big as mine–and he was doing curls in a gym while a sweating MILF about Mom’s age knelt in front of him. She held his balls in one hand and his rock-hard cock in the other. The caption at the bottom of the picture read Mom & Son: Pumping Iron, and there was a paragraph-sized story in the corner of the picture, but I had no chance to read it.

Holy shit.

“Thank you,” Mom said, swiveling her chair to face her computer again as I backed away. I didn’t miss the smile on her face as she bit into her apple.

For the next five minutes, I watched my mother eat her apple, listening to the crunch of her pearly whites against its porous body. She drank her water between bites, tilting her chin upward and arching her back, forcing her titties high as rays of light sparkled against her pink nubs. I took several pictures as I stood by the door, but mostly I watched her mouth open and close and her throat pulse with each swallow.

Sexy, I thought.

When she peeled her banana and slipped the long, white length past her lips, I thought, She’d have a tougher time with me. I took several pictures of her with the banana between her lips, a smile pulling at her mouth. Once, before the banana could reach her, Mom slipped her tongue out and rested the banana atop it before pulling it into her mouth.

After she had finished her meal, the apple core and the banana peel went into her small, desk-side trashcan. She grabbed her water, drank some, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. Then she drank some more before setting her water down next to a tin of mints.

Mom didn’t look at me as she asked in an almost flat voice, “So, what do I have to do to keep you from being sexual with Jenna today?”

Today? The smart ass in me wanted to remind my mother about this morning, but then I looked at Mom’s monitor, and the MILF on her knees made my dick pulse.

“Jenna promised me,” I said, “that if I saw her today, she’d let me lick her titties.”

“Titties,” Mom said, shaking her head. “The way you teenagers talk. Titties.” She turned her head toward me. “Is that what you like? Titties?”

“I like Jenna’s titties,” I said as a chill tickled my spine. “I like your titties. If I can’t suck yours”–I shrugged as an anxious light entered Mom’s eyes–“I’ll have to suck Jenna’s.”

“If I have no choice but to let you,” Mom whispered, grabbing her mouse and opening one of her desktop folders. Mom looked through her pictures, opening one of a young man sucking on a slender MILF’s big tits. “Then, I have no choice.”

“You don’t,” I whispered.

Mom turned in her chair. She sat with her feet on the ground and her knees spread. I followed the line of her thighs to her pussy, then up her flat stomach with its long muscles running up the center to her breasts. Her nipples looked harder than before.

Mom licked her lips and said, “Well, get on with it, Mark. I still have to finish my work.”

“Okay,” I said.

I walked forward. Mom slid her small butt up her chair, far enough forward that her pussy hung over the edge, but not her asshole. I knelt as I approached her, and she spread her knees wide, opening her cunny lips as well as her thighs. My fingertips tingled. They remembered the feel of her muffin.

Mom’s office chair sat high, but even on my knees, I stood eye to eye with her. I pushed forward, my cloth-covered knob bumping into her pussy, and she inhaled sharply as her hips jerked back and her shoulders straightened. A loan sounded in the back of her throat, and she looked at me with closed lips as heavy breaths fell from her nostrils. The depth of my mother’s gaze almost stopped my heart with its intensity. Where were those tears from last night? Today, all I saw was hunger.

I didn’t try to kiss my mother when I moved forward. She turned her head to the side, giving me room to lower my mouth to her right breast. There were several strands of hair covering her perky peach, and I brushed them aside with my left hand. My fingertips feathered her skin, and small goosebumps rose where they passed. I lowered my mouth to my mother’s tit. She grabbed onto the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white as I opened my mouth and fastened my lips around her thick nipple and perfectly round areola.

“Ah,” Mom moaned, pushing her chest forward.

I sucked, my cheeks caving in as Mom’s nipples stretched beyond my lips. I pushed my tongue against its underside, forcing the nub to the roof of my mouth as I licked around its bottom. As I sucked, my hands came up, acting on instinct. I took my mother’s left breast in my right hand, capturing the bottom of it in the curve between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand did the same to her right tit, and I squeezed them at the same time, forcing her nipples upward and swelling them under the pressure of my grip.

“Oh, fuck,” Mom whisper-hissed, turning her head forward and speaking her words of pleasure into my ear.

I sucked harder, licking her nipple, then pulling back and nipping at it. Mom’s body jerked. She spread her knees wider, arching her back as much as she could and forcing more of her breast into my mouth. She started to move, her body undulating forward and back as her butt ground against the edge of the seat, like a woman in desperate need of a piss.

My mother’s breast tasted of vanilla, and it was slick with my spit and smooth with her body lotion. I released her nipple, kissing my way to her other tit while squeezing her right breast again as I pinched her nubs between my thumbs and forefingers. Mom moaned as I pulled and twisted her puckered flesh with my fingers, and when I closed my mouth over her left tit, swallowing half her breast as though I were some giant, she released a high-pitch whimper that coaxed a healthy dose of precum from my balls.

Mom’s loud moans, coupled with her wiggling, drove me to greater speeds. I tightened my grip on her tits, forcing another whimper from her throat as I coned them outward for my mouth. I tasted one, then the other, then the other, then the other, licking and sucking, nipping and biting and pulling on her nipples without mercy. Mom’s wiggled her ass harder, faster, and she let go of the chair’s arms and placed her hands on my shirtless body.

She rubbed my ribs, my back, and my shoulders, digging her short nails into my skin and sending spasms through my flesh. As I sucked on her right tit, I dropped my right hand to her pussy, cupped her, squeezed her, collecting her pussy juices before I brought my hand back up, painting her breast with her silky cream. I switched breasts, tasting her pussy juices on my tongue, and I dropped my left hand to her cunny, taking her soft warmth into my palm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Mom whined, her voice rising in pitch as she rocked her pussy on my digits. I stiffened them as she pulled her ass back, and on her return grind, my finger pushed past her inner lips and filled her tiny fuck-hole to the last knuckles, forcing a surprised, throaty grunt from her lungs.