Ass Obsession: A Son's Virginity

"Oh, right," I nodded, paying no attention to Vanna White, staring at Mom's tits and then her feet in nylons, her heels still in her hands.

"I need a favour, sweetie," she said.

"Anything," I said, as I likely looked like I was nodding as my eyes went back and forth between her tits and feet.

"You keep saying that," she said, as she walked to the couch and stood in front of me.

"And I keep meaning it," I replied, looking down at her feet.

"Can you be a dear and put my heels on for me? This dress is a little tighter than I recall," she said.

I agreed, even as I stared at her toes in nylons which she wiggled, as if secretly tempting me, "Of course, Mom."

After a couple seconds of staring, I knelt down even closer to those flirtatious toes in their see-through garment, reached up blindly and she handed me her heels. I put them on the ground and mom used the arm of the couch for balance as she lifted her foot up. I slipped the first heel onto her foot, making sure to use my other hand on the back of her calf to enjoy the feel of the sheer silk.

Once it was on, I had to buckle it up, which allowed me to touch the top of her sheer clad foot. The strap was quite delicate and it took me a while to buckle it properly... partly because of my awkwardness at tiny tasks and partly because I was so greatly distracted.

Once I was done, Mom lifted her other foot up and I slipped that heel on too, this time stroking my hand appreciatively down the sole of her foot before grasping the back of her calf as I put the heel on.

I was ecstatic as well to see the heels were open toed, and I could still see the majority of her silky painted toenails. I then fastened the buckle and Mom said, "Thank you very much, honey."

"Like I said, Mom," I replied, "anything for you."

"I plan to take you up on that tonight," she smiled, pulling me up, my head actually bumping into her breasts on my way up.

"Sorry," I apologized.

She laughed, "You used to do a lot more than just bump into them."

I felt my face burn at the implications of her words. I tried to remain calm and suave as I said, "I wish I remembered that."

"Oh you loved sucking on Mommy's boobies," she said. "You refused the bottle forever. Your dad used to joke that you were the ultimate breast man."

"Now I'm a breast man, a leg man, and an ass man," I listed, before adding, "all because of you."

"All because of moi?" she asked, gesturing to herself innocently.

"What can I say? I've always been a Momma's boy," I shrugged.

"Well, I'm flattered," she said, taking my hand like a lover and leading me out of the cabin and adding, her words dripping with innuendo, "and tonight Momma's boy is all mine."

"Yes, Mommy," I replied, the horny sons in the porn I read online always calling their Mom Mommy.

"Mommy! I haven't been called that in like forever," she said.

"You were just called that like two seconds ago," I teased.

"Brat," she said, as we walked to the car, still hand in hand.

"Hey, I'm the good boy," I argued, my brothers always the ones getting into trouble.

"Maybe you should try being the bad boy once in a while," she tossed out there, everything she said seeming to imply something sexual... although each one taken individually could be just a coincidence, a preponderance of evidence was beginning to pile up.

Five minutes later we were at the restaurant... my cock hard and likely going to stay that way all night.

We ordered our food and were chatting about the upcoming autumn when she said, "I can't believe you're leaving me in a month."

I knew she'd be going through major empty nest syndrome with my leaving for college added to Dad's desertion. Trying once again to hint at the naughty idea of incest, "Well, we'll need to make the most of the time we have left."

"I couldn't agree more," she said, before asking, "Can you do Mommy another favour?"

"Your wish is my command," I said.

"When I was married to your father it was the opposite way round," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, never mind." She was actually blushing!

"You can't say that, then finish with a never mind," I protested.

"I just did," she smirked playfully.

"Brat," I accused, returning her former word.

"Maybe you'll have to discipline me," she said, again with a sly smile and a deeper blush.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked, remembering that I'd read that line in a couple of stories where it'd led to a naughty sexual innuendo.

"Nothing, since your father left," she answered, looking frustrated.

"You just need to get back out there," I said.

"Aaaaaah," she sighed dramatically.

"What's wrong?" I wanted to know.

"The thought of dating is exhausting," she said. "I just someone I already know to give me what I want."

My hard cock flinched. As the innuendos and hints grew, I was getting more and more confident that she was warming... and blushing... to the idea of incest as much as I was.

I wasn't sure what to say at this moment. I wanted to offer to be that someone she knows, and I was growing more confident that she was indeed hinting her interest, but I couldn't bluntly come out and say it.

Thankfully, the waitress came out with warm buns and olive oil, and I didn't have to respond.

When the waitress left, Mom said, "So back to my favour. Can you rub Mommy's feet? They're a bit sore."

"Of course," I agreed, as I felt her foot on my leg, surprised she was already sans heels. I moved my hands to her silky-clad foot and began a gentle massage.

"Oh that feels so nice, honey," she moaned in a way that was a lot more sexual than one would expect.

"Anything for you, Mommy," I repeated again, my cock raging in my shorts as I caressed the silky-clad foot. One of my many Mom-focused dreams was coming true.

"I'll have to find a way to pay you back later," Mom said, innuendo after innuendo, and action after action, strengthening my case that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

"I'll keep you to that," I said back, trying to hint right back.

"Oh, you'd better," she responded, piling on more evidence.

"These are such silky sheer nylons," I said, then dared to say, "they're so sensuous."

"Yes, I only buy the best," she said. "Your father was very particular about what type I wore."

"Well at least he had one good quality," I responded, still very angry with him since he left. I'd only talked to him three times since then, and the last time I'd managed not to call him an asshole again, but was very blunt that I loved and supported my Mom.

"He had a few," she said. She didn't elaborate, but I sensed she meant his dominant personality and perhaps a big cock.

"Well hopefully I inherited his few good qualities," I said, although we were nothing alike... I being the black sheep of his DNA... he too athletic and built for me to keep up.

"I think you did," she said, before adding to my evidence, "although I may have to investigate a little more thoroughly."

"I'm an open book," I said back, as she moved her foot away and replaced it with the other, this time her foot landing directly on my crotch. Was that deliberate?

"So you're really a virgin?" she asked bluntly, as I took her foot in my hands, allowing it to rest against my rigid cock.

"Yeah," I nodded, hoping that information would make her want to be my first... although I knew it could also hinder what was by now my intended conquest; since she may feel extra guilt at my first time being tainted by incest.

"Any oral sex?" she questioned.

"Honestly?" I asked.

"You're eighteen," she said. "We can talk frankly, and I promise not to judge."

"I've never received any oral, but I got a hand job once," I admitted, before adding, "I've given oral sex, though."

"With whom?" she asked, suddenly very curious.

"Amanda," I answered.

"Your debate partner?" she asked.

"Yes, a few times," I said, before adding "I really enjoy doing it to her, and after doing it once before a debate and we won, it became a tradition."

She chuckled. "And you guys never lost."

"She called it her good luck lick," I said, Amanda being rather corny.

"I sure could use a good licking," Mom said, simultaneous with her foot pressing against my cock... this piece of evidence seeming to send an imaginary jury rushing out of the courtroom for the formality of a quick unanimous vote before rushing back to join the party.

Yet again I didn't come out and offer like I wanted to. Instead I agreed, "Every good woman deserves a good licking every day."

"A licking a day keeps the doctor away," Mom responded back with a smile.

"Tastes better than apples," I said.

"Your father hated going down on me," she revealed.

"He always insisted on making it clear he was in charge."

"That's ridiculous."

"I haven't been licked in two decades," she exposed, the jury now back in their box and demanding to know why I wasn't in mine.

"Well that's doubly ridiculous," I said.

"I know," she nodded. "I'm not going to lie, Cameron, I became rather self-conscious about my taste and smell because of your father's endless refusals."

"I'm sure you must smell and taste amazing," I said, hoping I would get a chance to smell it up close and taste it for myself.

"I know I do," she said, licking her lips suggestively, and one more time pressing her foot against my hard cock.

Again we were interrupted as the food arrived. Mom deliberately and slowly circled her toes around the shaft of my cock before moving her foot away.

Intent clear.

We ate in relative silence.

Me wondering how to move this from innuendo to reality.

Mom pondering how she could cross the line from Mom to Mommy.

When the waitress came back to ask if we wanted dessert Mom responded, "No, we'll have dessert back at the lake."

The entire time she was answering the waitress she was looking at me... her eyes speaking volumes.

Unless I was completely misreading her... dessert was going to be her proving to me that her pussy tasted as good as she claimed.

I agreed, deciding to be as blunt as she was, wanting her to know unequivocally I was game, "Yes, I know exactly what I'm craving: something sweet and exotic."

"Just the bill please, ma'am," Mom requested, her eyes still locked on mine.

Ten minutes later we were back at the cabin... not one word spoken between the two of us until we'd arrived and she spoke just one word as she parked the car: "Hungry?"

"I definitely would love some dessert," I replied.

We got out of the car, she took my hand and tugged, and I followed.

To my surprise she didn't lead me to the cabin, but towards the beach... the sun going down and a slight cool breeze letting us know day was quickly turning into night.

I followed, thinking maybe I'd misread this... although how could I have?

She walked a couple hundred yards to the left and then into a group of big rocks that would give us some privacy.

My cock led the way, pointing straight ahead at her ass as I followed my Mom.

She led me between some rocks as I asked, "How do you know about this area?"

"I noticed it earlier," she answered, turning to look at me.

"So is this where we're having dessert?" I asked slyly, opening the door for her to offer me some homemade pie.

"You promised to do anything for Mommy, right?" she asked, moving to a large rock and leaning back against it.

"Yes, Mommy," I agreed. "I'll do anything to make you happy."

Mom lifted up her dress to both reveal two more surprises: she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings, having gone commando when she left to dine with her son, and she said the words I'd dreamt of both waking and sleeping a plethora of times in my bed at night, "Come eat your Mommy, my baby."

I repeated my parrot phrase one more time, as I walked over to my beautiful mother and her completely shaved pussy, "Anything for you, Mommy."

"Good boy," she crooned wickedly, spreading her legs wider as I reached her.

"I've wanted to do this forever," I admitted, dropping onto my knees and watching her slide her middle finger inside herself.

"Come and get your dessert, honey," she moaned softly.

"Yes, Mommy," I agreed, as she pulled her finger out and I replaced it with my tongue.

And although I had enjoyed Amanda's sweet tasting pussy and the moist scent captured in her pubic hair, it was nothing in comparison to the heavenly taste of Mommy's excessive wetness. It was fruity and fishy, a mixture impossible to describe... yet the contrasting tastes somehow worked together in a way they shouldn't, like bacon with ice cream.

"Oh yes, sweetheart," Mom moaned, the instant my tongue made contact.

I'd learned from Amanda how to lick pussy. Amanda was very bossy and particular, but because of that, as the year went on I'd become very good at getting her off.

Although I used a variety of techniques while pleasing her, my most successful and most enjoyable was what I called the tease and please. I licked slowly at first, sped up briefly then resumed slow licking, before flicking the clit just once, and then repeating endlessly until she begged me to finish her off.

So I did the same thing to Mom, slowly licking up her left pussy lip, then down her right, and listening to her moans.

I then parted her pussy lips for three up and down paint brush strokes which had Mom moaning again, "Oh yes, lick your Mommy so good!"

"You taste so good," I responded, wanting her to know she didn't taste bad like my dumbass father had said.

"Don't stop, honey," she moaned, her fingers combing through my hair.

Of course I had no intention of stopping as I gave her my slow zig zag from the bottom to the top and back down.

"Jesus Christ, Cameron, that is fucking amazing!" Mom groaned, after my third slow back and forth zig zag.

I took her cue to ramp up the pleasure, so I replicated the triple zig zag pattern, but faster.

"Yes, fuck," Mom whimpered, before I moved to her clit for one quick flick and slithered my tongue back down her pussy lips.

"You teasing brat," she properly accused.

"I just want to savour this pussy and this moment," I replied, both being completely true. Would this be a onetime thing? I had no idea... so I was going to make this time last as long as humanly possible.

She answered my internal question when she responded, "You're going to be my cunt munching baby boy all summer."

"You promise?" I asked, as I encouraged a correct answer by doing my parabola technique. Making three parabolas with my tongue between her pussy lips, and then three reverse parabolas.

"Yesssss," her body trembled as she answered.

And like I'd learned to do with Amanda, I listened to the nuances of Mom's moans and paid attention to her body, so I knew exactly when to go for the orgasmic kill! I sensed it was rising quickly.

My assessment was correct as her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me deeper into her flowing wetness.

I could have teased her longer, I would have Amanda, until she was begging to come, but I wanted to hear Mom scream! I wanted to taste her full flood of cum and I wanted to fuck her (the idea of losing my virginity to Mom the ultimate high). I moved to her clit and tugged it between my lips

"Mother fucker," Mom screamed instantly as I was rewarded with a massive gush of her cum.

I eagerly lapped up her honeyed cream and quickly bantered, "Not yet," to her nasty, hot, hopefully prophetic last words.

There was no more talking.

Just Mom's body trembling and leaking as I slowly lapped up her fruity, fishy, delicious sweetness.

Finally, as her orgasm ended, she let go of my head and looked down at me and weakly said, "Cameron, that was amazing."

"You taste amazing," I replied back, looking up at her, loving the feel of her wetness on my face.

"Now it's time for me to taste you," she announced, bouncing off the rock and dropping to her knees in front of me.

I was speechless.

I just stared as she moved her hands to my shorts, unzipped them, pulled them down and admired, "You even wore your only pair of sexy underwear for Mommy."

I remained in awe and unable to speak, as she squeezed my cock through my silky underwear, the closest thing to nylons a guy can wear and not be considered gay.

She purred, as she pulled them down, "I'll have to get you some more of these, they're really sexy."

My underwear and my shorts now around my ankles, I watched in stunned silence as Mom reached up and grabbed my cock. "You'll be happy to know you're bigger than your father."

I still couldn't speak as I watched her stroking my cock, staring at it with the same lustful look I'd just had when I was staring at her pussy.

"My dearest Good Boy, do you want Mommy to suck you like a lollipop?" she crooned girlishly, looking up at me.

I stammered, finally managing to get some words out, "Y-y-yes."

"Tell me what you want," she requested, swirling her tongue around my cock head.

"I want you to suck me," I blurted out, barely able to think, all my attention just focused on feeling her tongue barely grazing my cock. She was driving me nuts!

She slid her tongue down my shaft as she added, "Talk dirty to me, my godlet. Tell me exactly what you want."

Understanding she was trying to tell me to treat her like a slut like Dad used to do, a sudden confidence burst through me as I ordered, taking a risk, "I want you to suck my big cock, Mommy-slut."

"Mmmmm, yes, son, tell me," she replied, her tongue slithering back up my cock and then into her mouth... my brief moment of did I just go too far fading away as soon as I comprehended her words.

And although I had no experience talking dirty, I sure wouldn't dare that with Amanda, I have watched a lot of porn and I'd listened many times through my bedroom ceiling as Dad dominated Mom, so as she began bobbing on my cock, I groaned, "That's it, Mommy-slut, suck your son's big fat cock."

She moaned on my cock as she bobbed faster, getting turned on by my words, and I was in heaven... a mouth slobbering all over my cock being so much more amazing than my hand. In seconds I could feel my balls boiling. I wasn't worried about coming too quickly, since I knew from my many masturbation sessions that I would remain hard and could reload in seconds.

"Ready for your son's load in that cum hungry mouth of yours Mommy-slut?" I asked, as she bobbed furiously on my cock, just like the porn stars I regularly watched, except of course that she was far better than a video.

She took my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me with insatiable hunger in her eyes, and begged, "Please son, I need your creamy cum shooting in my mouth and down into my belly."

Before I could say anything else, she resumed devouring my cock, deep throating the entire thing.

I groaned, and after just a few bobs, I declared, "Here it comes, Mommy cum bucket."

Mom didn't slow down, and I shot a huge load into her mouth and down her throat... the orgasm in a mouth a billion times more pleasurable than my own hand (and that isn't hyperbole).

"Oh yes, you hungry Mommy cock sucker," I grunted, as she kept sucking long after my load was warming her belly... although she slowed down as if milking my cock for any last remnants of cum that she hadn't already consumed.

When she finally allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth, she looked up and said, "It tastes a lot better directly from the source."

"Pardon?" I asked, as she remained on her knees.

"I've found a few loads of your cum on tissues in the wastebasket and," she paused with a wicked smile, "well sonny-boy, I've enjoyed a few cum snacks compliments of my generous son."