I Remember Mother

I have had quite a few girls perform felatio on my penis, but it was never as pulse pounding as those fabulous floating moments; they seemed to stretch out in a timeless extension of utter sensual contentment. And best of all, it was my mom doing it, the love object of my whole life! Her mouth was at once both a ring of energy surrounding my obelisk of lust, rising and descending in a rhythm like waves lapping at the beach; and yet a sublime enveloping softness of velvet, then satin - sliding into silkiness, the enfolding of pure sensory excitement.

It was an out-of-body moment, save for the supreme member of my physical self which was being ministered to by the angel who was my guide to rapture. Then, I began to slip into the moment of transcendence. It began without warning and grew exponentially like a time lapse flower blooming in a few short moments to be fully revealed.

The pulses of my orgasm were like the klaxon of a fire horn going of in my head. My loins quivered, my balls were jumping as if there were bull frogs hopping in them. My back arched, my ass cheeks clenched, my asshole jerked back into my body and the fire-hose my mom had in her mouth began to erupt hot magma of cum. Surges of splurges and spasms rocked me and I lungs were drawing raggedly for more oxygen as everything exploded.

I floated down, totally drained of energy, fully disconnected from any intellect, spent of every speck of sperm; and filled to the brim with love for this special woman, my mother, who would give such a spectacular sucking to her son. She had indeed repaid me for the afternoon’s adventure between her legs. I motioned for her to kiss me and words were beyond me still, my breathing still more sobs than panting. She drew her face up to mine and our mouths met in a mash of lips and a swirl of tongues. Then my eyes just seemed to roll back and I passed into a deep sleep, a smile upon my lips that couldn’t fade even in unconsciousness.

Part 5
The next morning we snuggled in bed together, a pair of lovers in no hurry to leave the comfort of the covers or each other’s company. We hugged and kissed and stroked one another in sweet contentment. Mom was cradled in my right arm and my left hand explored her curves. I fondled her nipples making them stiff and erect. Squeezing first right tit then left I marveled at the soft skin and spongy texture of a mature woman’s breasts. My hand soon was sliding down to the devil’s playground, the triangle of temptation. mother’s pussy was already slick with excitement.

Mom was not idle. Her torso was slightly turned toward me permitting her free right arm to make caresses of it’s own. She rubbed softly on my chest in a soothing fashion. Occasionally, it made s detour southward to flutter over my blood flooded dick. This was an interesting tease which the male monster alert but not over-stimulated, allowing for a lengthy time of tingling without needing to conclude in climax. Her kiss began to get wetter and mom’s tongue played in and out of my mouth also in a titillating and suggestive way.

My finger did some walking in her pubic hair, then like a big comb I fluffed it up, gently pulling at the kinky strands make mother suck in a gasp now and then. Then, with just the tip of my middle finger, ever so lightly I began to massage the slit of her seeping crack. First from clit to base, reversing at the base and drawing the moisture on to her nub, then lower and back to the joy toy of femininity. At the high point were little circles and the dips went a fraction deeper each stroke. mom’s knees opened to give me full access. She began to draw sharp breathes and her hand stopped moving coming to a stationary spot on my member.

As my digit danced in her depths and thumb made merry strumming mom’s clit she broke free of the chains of passion’s spell which had hypnotized her. She sat up and looked at me with a wild expressing of wanton glee. mother’s hair was flying out at odd angles. Her face was flushed, nearly the color of her nipples. The eyes sparkled with mischief promising me that in moments we would be engaged in another of mom’s special surprises. She paused for effect and the called out the number like it was the winner at a bingo game. 69!

O! SHIT!! ~ NOT ANOTHER ‘TO-BE-CONTINUED’ STORY!?!

DON’T YOU JUST HATE AUTHORS WHO YOU LOVE WHO DO THAT JUST WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO CUM? I DO.

This story will be finished someday. At the moment I am involved with several writing projects that are keeping me from producing a conclusion to two of my story lines published here. You can learn more about all my new and future work (and a very personal secret!) by viewing my profile.

May your every fantasy take flight! 8==3~

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