Giving Mom a Peek Ch. 02

Last time mom and I had any sort of encounter was a few weeks ago. I was almost stupid enough to talk about our first little encounter the day after it happened in an effort to do it again. I'm lucky I didn't, because at the end of the day, I didn't want to come across as that horny little devil in front of my mom, even if she had stroked me off the night before.

Last night, though, we revisited our first experience together, going a bit farther than before and making this time last even a bit longer. Of course, when your mom has her hand wrapped around your cock, you aren't usually able to hold your load, but I did my best.

The first time she and I had any sort of experience together was my doing, and since that time, I hadn't really changed my methods or gone for it again. I would still occasionally let her peek at me while I was changing in my room, casually leaving the lights on and forgetting to turn around while she could catch a glimpse at my package. She knew what I was doing, and since I would do it more and more often, she would just stare at me without shame.

So one day, I called her on it. I was changing, sort of letting her get a peek at my goods while I was in my bedroom and she lie in hers across the hall, visible from mine and vice-versa.

I put on my boxers while facing her room, and look up only to see her in a dead stare at my cock while I was standing there.

"Anything interesting?" I ask her from across the room.

She realizes that she's been staring and has an epiphany in her head that I could see her the whole time, as if there was any possibility that I couldn't. Of course, she doesn't know what to say.

"No... Well, not no, just, sorry." she said, as I almost felt bad for her.

I'm not sure where the sudden burst of openness and honesty came from, but I just started talking.

"Ma, we haven't talked about what happened or anything since that ... thing ... a few weeks ago, and we both know that we're both trying to figure out what to do about it." I said. And then I turned red, not realizing I had just opened up the can of worms that could kill my relationship with her. At this point, it was too late.

"So what do you want?" She said, almost getting mad. "What's this about?"

I had no idea what to say, but that didn't matter because she kept talking.

"You know what you're doing, too, walking around half-naked all the time!"

She had a point. I was kind of doing it on purpose. Okay, totally on purpose. But it worked the first time, so why wouldn't I keep doing it? Another moment of brutal honesty came over me and I just blurted this out.

"Yeah, well, last time it worked!"

Whoops.

"Woah, woah, what do you mean last time? That was all a setup?" She grilled me on this one.

"Ma, I mean, I didn't actually expect anything to happen, but you couldn't blame me for wanting it to, could you?" I reasoned with her. Maybe complimenting her would let me actually catch a peek of something this time around.

She was clearly upset. Not emotionally, but she felt like she had been played. And really, she ended up rubbing my cock that night, so I don't know if anything we were feeling was natural emotion or just plain bizarre. I do know that I silently promised myself I would do anything I could do to make it happen again.

"You know." I said, and paused, all calculating and insightfully. "Never mind."

"No, what?" she asked.

"Honestly, it's fine. I'm sorry. You know you still can't blame me for the things that happened, and I think we both know that both of us let it happen, and both of us would let it happen again. But that's not up to me, so I'm going to bed." And without hesitating, I walked a foot in front of me, closed my door, turned off my light, and climbed into bed.

Then I hoped and prayed that she would come back into my bedroom and repeat what happened last time.

I purposely lay face up on the bed with my covers draped over me, a barely formed hard-on starting as I thought about what would happen if she actually came in. I put that out of my mind and let it settle, but before my cock would become fully soft, my door cracked open. She must have turned off the hall light, too, because I couldn't make out even the slightest silhouette of her body.

I pretended to be asleep as she closed the door. I could hear her walk towards me. She came up to me, stood over the bed for not even three seconds, and I could feel her lean down. The next thing I felt was bizarre. Her face was an inch away from mine for a few seconds, and my mother didn't kiss me, but rather, she stuck her tongue out and licked both my lips from one end to the other with her entire tongue.

This was weird. This was sensual and sexual and somehow romantic. In a split second, I had to figure out what everything meant. My mother had just licked entirely across my lips and I had no idea what to do about it. In that same instant, she kissed my lips for the first time, looked at me (my night vision was beginning to kick in), closed her eyes, and kissed me again.

"You're not kissing me back." she said, disappointed.

"I didn't know how. I mean, I know how. I just, you're you. Is that okay?" I asked, even though she had stroked my cock and had my cum all over her hand a few weeks before.

"I'm a woman. We like to be kissed. And touched."

I moved my face in for a kiss from my mother - the very mother who had given birth to me - and she kissed back. Despite the fact that she had just licked my lips, we remained kissing for several moments with our mouths closed before she took some extra initiative.

"Open your mouth." she said.

I was completely unsure of what was about to happen. In my wildest dreams, she'd tell me to open my mouth, move up my body, hike up her pyjama dress, and mount my face with her clit. Of course, that didn't happen, but the next thing I felt in my mouth was my mother's tongue. She began feeling around, licking my teeth, the side of my mouth, and the backsides of my lips. She flicked my tongue with hers, and gradually, I began to flick back.

My tongue was now tangled with my mother's. It was warm and surreal and weird. Our lips met, we kissed, our tongues met, and they played. I wasn't sure how things would ever move from here. If this was any other woman, I would be moving my hands all over her body, feeling her up, and letting her go down on me before I fucked her. But this was my mom. What am I supposed to do?

Luckily for me, she made everything happen. Even if it did happen slowly.

The kissing stopped briefly and she asked, "I want another massage. Like the one you gave me last time. Get up."

I did as I was told and got off my bed, and my mother turned away, lifted her pyjama dress to just below her breasts, and laid down on the bed, face down, just like last time.

"Now, sit on my butt and do what you did last time."

I don't know what came over me, but the last time this happened, after about ten minutes, the head of my penis was buried between her ass cheeks. Being a bit playful - not to mention overly adventurous - I figured I'd move things along a bit, and after I sat on her butt, I actively took my cock out of my boxers, spread her cheeks, and put my head between them.

In that instant, I saw my mom's ass hole, albeit in a very dimly lit room, and I wanted more.

She knew what I was doing, but played coy anyway.

"Very funny, I didn't say do exactly what you did last time!" she half-laughed, half-exclaimed.

"I just thought you wanted everything exactly the same!" I countered.

Then she did something unexpected. She turned half over so that my dick was now sitting on the left side of her leg, while I could see a massive bush of hair in the darkness.

"Okay, so then let's do exactly that again, except this time, I'll give you the massage and you can help me sleep!"

Did my mom want to ride my butt so that she could peek at my ass hole? Or maybe she wanted me to finger her to make up for her jacking me off? We just took the next step by kissing, so maybe she wanted me to taste something? She probably had little clue that I would have done anything she asked, but the way things played out, we both got exactly what we wanted.

"You get to lie down, and I'll give you a massage." she said as she got up. This time, I saw more bush, and while I couldn't be certain that I saw her lips, I knew I was looking at her pussy, even if I couldn't see anything. I also made it very obvious that I was staring at her.

"You don't really want a massage, do you?" she asked.

"Not really, but I really want to help you sleep, if that's what we're calling it." I replied.

It was all very bizarre, but somehow, it made it so that my mom was lying on the bed, bra- and panty-less, her pyjama dress sitting just below her pussy.

"So tell me what it is you want to do." she said.

She was putting me on the spot and I was unsure how to react. Part of me just wanted to dive in and show her how talented I thought I was with my tongue while another part of me just wanted to feel up her legs, slowly getting closer to the jewel between her legs, all the while caressing her breasts.

"You can start however you like, wherever you like." she said reassuringly. "I'll just sit here and enjoy the ride. You can sit there and enjoy the view." she said as she slowly hiked up her pyjama dress to her bellybutton. I'm not even sure how I ended up so close to her pussy, but my face was hovering down around her knees at this point.

It would have been a bit weird to start kissing from her legs up to her clit, so I ran my hands up them from there, grazing her hairy bush and continuing along until I my fingertips touched the very bottom of her breasts. Until she lifted her dress all the way, that was my limit for now.

I then moved my hands in reverse, my thumbs again grazing her bush, this time a bit closer to her pussy lips, and back down her legs. I could hear her moaning ever so slightly the entire time, especially as my hands would graze her pubic hair, stimulating her lips in the softest sense.

"That's quite the massage you're giving me, but you know you're supposed to help me sleep, right?" she asked inquisitively.

"I'm aware. Would you like me to do something else?" I asked, shifting the blame or embarrassment or whatever the hell I was feeling while I felt up my mother.

She didn't say anything at this point, just slowly opening her legs so that I could see the hole I came from. Again, I was faced with the dilemma of whether she wanted me to finger her, lick her, rub her, or any other sort of kinky sex thing I couldn't think of at the time.

I placed my hands underneath her ass, instinctively grabbing it at the same time. It was as if a switch had just been hit and I suddenly thought, "this is the point of no return."

And with that, I grabbed my mom's ass cheeks between my hands, lifted her butt a few inches off the bed, and buried my face in her pussy.

She was shocked, and her pussy instantly felt familiar (of course, I had been getting into her laundry hamper and eating out her soiled panties, but that's for another day). She moaned, grabbed my head with one hand, and I instantly stopped, shocked that maybe I didn't do what I was supposed to do. Maybe I took things too far. It all happened so fast that I couldn't even get my tongue out to taste my mother's pussy while my mouth was buried in it.

She lifted my head by my hair, her eyes squeezed shut, and buried my face right back into her pussy. She let out numerous sighs, and within seconds and rather anticlimactically, she shuddered loudly, curled her toes, and came. I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and while she didn't squirt, my face was certainly soaked with the juices of a woman I had been wanting to taste for years. I was finally buried in my mother's pussy, face-first, and she came all over me.

"Well, I guess you know how to help me sleep!" she said, surprised, excited, and rather enthused. "But after that, I'm far from tired." she said, even though my face was still lying in her pussy and she had all but collapsed in place.

I was unsure of what to do at this point, and just like last time, I was unsure if I'd ever be in this position again, so I let my tongue slither out of my mouth and find its way through the wrinkles of my mom's pussy. It was delicious and was the same as it tasted on her panties, if not somehow fresher. It was warm and wet and comforting and I could have stayed there all day.

"Oh wow. You seem to know what you're doing." she said, rather unenthusiastically considering what she was saying. "I'm not sure what to do from here." she admitted.

"You can go to bed if you want. That was kind of the point of helping you sleep, quote unquote, no?" I said, hoping she would return some sort of favour. I had a raging hard-on, and after that, I really didn't want to have to take care of it myself.

"You really want me to go to bed?" she asked, knowing full well that she would get an answer along the lines of "no, I want you to suck my cock", assuming I said what was on my mind.

Of course I replied with, "honestly, no, but I won't be upset. You helped me sleep last time, and I was just returning the favour."

"I think we both know that you helped me sleep in a bit of a different way than I helped you. But if you're okay with me going to bed, I can take my pussy with me and go to my bed."

I was stunned. My mom said the word pussy. And just as I had said the word cum in front of my mother weeks earlier, it turned us both on and we were back into the swing of things.

"Is it weird if I have a bit of a request?" I asked.

"I don't think anything is weird at this point." she replied.

"Turn over," I demanded softly. I had seen my mother's ass hole, and while before now, I had no inkling to ever know what someone's ass tasted like, I couldn't pass up this opportunity to bury my tongue between my mother's cheeks.

She turned over, not realizing what was about to happen, and I placed one hand on each cheek and began rubbing in circles. This lasted for a few minutes before I said, "is anything off limits?"

She seemed to think about it for a little while before shaking her ass in a negative gesture as if to say whatever I wanted to do was okay.

I felt bold, so I parted her cheeks and stuck my thumb between them to test the waters. She contracted a bit from the shock, then loosened up. I began to move my thumb around and my mom began gyrating her ass towards it. Just before I actually saw the tip of my thumb get lost in my mother's ass hole, I pulled it away. I could hear her disappointment under her breath, even if she didn't say anything, but without hesitating, I moved my face in for it.

I stuck my tongue out and licked my mother's ass hole. She gasped and moaned and loved the feeling of what her son's warm mouth was doing to her ass. She gyrated into me and, within a minute, I forced my tongue to slowly open up her hole and let me inside of her. Aside from kissing, this was the first time I would actually be inside my mother. My tongue must have been a full inch inside her ass as she moved her hips around my face.

She tasted delicious, and just the fact that I was being ridiculously kinky and that it was with my mom almost made me cum. But then my mom started with the dirty talk and all hell broke loose.

She began moaning louder and louder, reaching around her back, grabbing my head, and ramming it into her ass hole as I tongue fucked her. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "use your tongue, shove it in there," she said.

After a few moments of eating out my mom's ass, she turned over and my face was immediately in front of her pussy. She didn't force my head down into it, but instead, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and it slithered its was to my mom's clit and flicked it back and forth. She sat up, my head still buried in her lap, and her dress fell over me so that my head was inside it.

I hadn't seen my mom's breasts aside from the times that I would peek at them, but those instances were few and far between, not to mention from distances that would never let me appreciate my mother's amazing C-cups.

As the dress had fallen over my head, I flipped around and looked straight up at my mom's chest. I stuck my tongue out but was just far enough away so as to not be able to actually touch anything with it. This was the first time my mother was actively letting me stare at her nipples, and it was incredible.

Without realizing it, my cock, in extreme hard-on state, had flopped through the flap in my boxers and was now standing completely erect and pointing toward the ceiling. My mother, noticing, said "well you're a little sleepy now too, I see!" in her casual sarcastic voice.

Before I could say anything, my mother was up and on all fours, my head suddenly hitting bed, and her breasts directly above it. Like a cat, she moved over to my cock and grabbed it with her hand, her face right next to it. This was the moment where my mother sucked my cock. Or was it?

She began stroking my cock and playing with my now engorged testicles as her face was not even three inches away from it. She pulled firmly on it, stroking up and down. My head was straining as I arched my neck to look, so I plopped back down on the bed to notice that my mother's pussy was staring me in the face. I wanted this all to be about me, and I wanted to watch my cock slip into my mother's mouth as she tasted it for the first time, but I couldn't resist the lips in front of me.

I pulled her legs closer to me so that I could taste her pussy, and after a few moments, even pulled her far back enough so that I could once again taste her ass hole. She sat up, mounting my face, fixed her hair a bit, and then unmounted. In a sexy voice - something I never thought my mom could have - she said, "it's your turn to sleep."

As before, she licked my lips in an almost slobbery manner, shoved her tongue down my throat, and moved down towards my cock.

She stroked it, up and down, up and down, until she could feel that I was trembling and about to explode. She stopped.

"Not yet, honey." She never called me honey, so it was clear to me that she had played out this fantasy before, too. She dreamed of the time that her mouth would be wrapped around my cock. She dreamed of that same cock tapping the back of her throat and letting my cum flow down her throat.

She knew exactly what she was doing and that I was moments away from erupting.

Again, she began stroking, this time more slowly, more deliberately. It was this time that she began staring at me as she did it. She still had her pyjama dress on and I couldn't see any tits or ass, but I knew it was all there, and I had permission to see it all. She placed one hand on my chest as if to make sure she had my attention. When she was sure I was paying attention, she breathed on my cock with her hot, steamy breath. Her mouth was now less than an inch from my cock, and she played a dangerous game every time she stroked it as it would get closer and closer to her lips.

Less than a minute went by before she began stroking harder and harder. A bit faster, but to the rhythm she detected coming from my body. She would periodically slow down and then speed up suddenly, until she eventually let my cock touch her lips. Without my noticing, the head of my penis had breached her lips, and my cock was, for the first time, in my mother's mouth.

It was warm and comforting, just as it was to have my face buried in her pussy. And as she began to take more and more of me, I realized that I was about to cum. There was no way to stop it this time. My mother's lips were more than enough to make me cum all over them.

I exclaimed loudly, "I'm going to cum! I can't stop it! Keep doing that!" Part of me wanted to cum in my mother's mouth while another part wanted to save an experience for later. My mother let my cock free from her lips and began stroking it harder and faster. She would play a daredevil game where she would occasionally stick her tongue out at my head to taste some pre-cum that had formed, risking me blowing a load all over her face.