The Reprieve

I sat up as I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her to me. I kissed her deeply as my hand moved down to cup her ass through the nightgown and my other hand gripped her tit. She pushed one spaghetti strap down until it was draped over her upper arm. I smiled at her as I hooked my fingers through both straps and pulled them down. She watched the top of her nightgown slide down before slipping over her nipples and falling to her waist.

"Damn, those are nice tits," I mumbled, shaking my head.

"Are you just going to stare at them?" I quickly sucked a nipple into my mouth and she gasped at my attack. "Mmmm! That feels good. Do the other one." I switched to the other nipple and switched back and forth. I loved her tits. I squeezed her ass as she ground her pussy against me while I sucked on her perfect pink nipples. She twitched on my lap when I bit lightly on her nipples and pulled with my teeth. They jiggled a bit as she twitched.

"I'll get some more of that later, baby, but I need your mouth somewhere else right now." She slid off to the side and lay on her back. Her nightgown was gathered at her waist and the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of black boy shorts. She slid the gown down over her hips and tossed it on the floor. "Take off my panties," she pleaded breathlessly.

My stomach caught in my throat as I reached forward and gripped the waistband in my fingers. I pulled them down and my mother raised her hips off the bed. The panties rolled over her hips into a tight roll, the crotch of the panties sticking to her pussy for just a moment before snapping free, suspended between her thighs. I quickly noticed her tuft of short brown hair, trimmed into a narrow triangle and extending down her labia. She kept it short and managed, but did not shave it off. I loved it. Her lips were a bright pink, glossy with her excitement and flared open in invitation.

I pulled her panties off the rest of the way and dropped them on the bed beside me. I watched as my mother spread her toned legs wide and ran her fingers through her lips, sighing at her own touch. She extended her hand to me and I leaned forward to suck on her fingers. Her pussy tasted delicious: musky, salty, and a little sweet. The pheromones trapped in her hair wafted up toward me and I could feel the humidity radiating from her groin as I drew close. I inhaled deeply and groaned.

This day kept getting better. Don't fuck this up, I thought. Make her happy so she comes back for more. I looked up and noticed that she was cupping her tits and pulling at her nipples. "You smell amazing, mom." She smiled at that. "And you taste even better." I sucked her lips into my mouth and pulled back, stretching them away from her body and sucking the juices off of them.

"Oh!" she whimpered. "That's nice, Jase!" I repeated it and then pointed my tongue and licked in the groove between her inner and outer lips, bringing another moan before repeating it on the other side. I began to gently caress all over her groin with my tongue and lips, even nibbling at her inner thighs. I pressed her thighs open even further and tasted her in a broader circle, lapping her excitement from her thighs and up to the top of her mound. I looked her in the eye as I licked down past her perineum and circled her anus with my pointed tongue, bringing a yelp from her and causing her to drop her head back onto the bed.

"You taste so good. And your pussy is beautiful, mom."

"Say that again, baby."

"You have a beautiful pussy."

"No. The other thing." She arched her eyebrows.

I smiled warmly. "Mom." She shuddered and her head once again rested on the mattress. I began to eat her in earnest, lapping gently at her lips, pulling on them, burying my tongue in her vagina, and licking and sucking at her clit. Her hips began to roll as she responded to my effort. Mom was gasping and whining.

"Mom." She looked down at me. "Can you suck on your own tit?" She smiled and sat up a little, resting on her elbows. She lifted one of her tits and stuck out her tongue to lash at the nipple. It was incredibly sexy. "Damn, you're sexy." I licked her while I watched her lick herself. A couple of times she sucked on her own nipple and even bit it, pulling it away from her breast before it snapped back. We both worked her toward orgasm and she collapsed onto the mattress again.

"You're making me come, Jase! You're going to make your mother come!" I clamped onto her clit and sucked on it hard as I flicked it with my tongue. She cried out and arched her hips against my mouth as she came. A trickle of juices ran into my mouth and then another and another. After a few seconds she relaxed, dropping onto the bed, her arms flopping to the side. "Oh, my," she breathed. "That was amazing."

I was hard again and I slid up her body, kissing her breasts as I went. I leaned down to kiss her and she swirled her tongue around mine as we kissed gently. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I can taste myself on your lips."

"That's a taste I'm going to want on my lips a lot."

"I think I'm going to want that, too." She kissed me again and then giggled. "It feels like you're ready for more."

"A lot more," I smiled.

"Lie down. I want to be on top. I want to watch you enter me, and I want you to watch my tits move while I ride you."

"Oh, damn." I rolled over and watched my beautiful mother stand over me, planting her feet on either side of my hips. She stroked her pussy a couple of times as I watched and then pinched her nipples with one hand while she lowered herself onto me.

"Hold yourself up for me," she breathed. I gripped myself around the base and held my straining erection straight up. With her feet planted firmly on the bed, she squatted onto my dick. Her heat enveloped me, gripping me firmly, bringing groaning sighs from both of us. I removed my hand as she settled onto me and rested her hands on my chest. "Damn, you're big, baby."

"Your pussy's so tight."

She leaned down and kissed me before whispering, "I want you to fuck me now, Jase." I groaned and my dick pulsed. I had only rarely heard her say that word, and it was only when she was VERY angry. This was the first time she had ever said it to me, and I knew she wasn't angry.

I pushed up into her, lifting her up a little bit, feeling her full weight on my groin. The tip of my cock rolled over the edge of her cervix and she whimpered when I moved in her. I lowered again, my mother still settled onto me and she lifted up on her own, looking down at our union. I looked at where we were joined and saw her lips flared around my shaft, and the gloss of her arousal coating me. About halfway up, she lowered again and continued watching as she repeated the process a few more times before she looked up at my face. She smiled in ecstasy and her eyes closed as she continued to move smoothly up until I was almost completely released before she reversed direction. Her movements were very controlled and she would shift her hips slowly forward and back, and sometimes in a circle to pleasure us both.

I did what she had requested, and watched her breasts sway and bounce as she rode me. I didn't know where to look, honestly. I loved watching her face, her breasts, her hips, her pussy, her legs. She looked at once sexually fierce and classically beautiful. I continued to feel the tingle in my groin every time the ridge of my head grazed against her walls, as well as the pulsing of my heart at the feel of her hands gripping my chest while her nipples danced lightly from her movements.

"Fuck, mom, you feel good."

"Watch your language, honey," she said with a smile as she continued to fuck me.

"You mean you don't want me to say how tight your pussy is on my big cock?" She gasped and clinched around me. "Or say how hot your tits are bouncing as you ride your son? Or do you not want me to say how much and how hard I want to fuck you?"

"Oh, god!" she cried, riding harder, her tits bouncing more freely.

"Would it bother you to hear me say that I'm going to come in your tight, wet cunt?"

"Fuck, Jase!" she began twitching, her head dropping forward as she tried to keep a steady rhythm on me.

"I won't say anything about your sexy ass bouncing against my balls as you take the full length of my dick while fucking your son." I was turning myself on as much as I was her, and my resolve was fading fast.

"I'M COMING!" she wailed, settling down onto me and a flood of hot wetness rolled over my groin, down over my balls and the sides of my hips. She continued to clamp around me as her fingers strummed her swollen clit in a blur.

I was about to blow, too. "Mom! MOM!" I thrust up, lifting her off the bed once more as I released my seed into her, flooding her pussy with everything I had. Long, hard streams fired from my balls, forced through the shaft and head with intense contractions that drained all the energy in my body.

After a long, intense climax, I dropped back to the mattress and my mother collapsed onto me, her head over my shoulder and her breath on my neck. Part of her hair covered some of my face and stuck to the sweat she had pulled from me. My hands found her ass on their own and I stroked it softly, sometimes running my hands up her back and down her thighs, but always coming back to her perfect ass.

We caught our breath and as we began to cool down, mom quietly suggested a shower so we could both clean up. I followed her into the bathroom, of course watching her ass the whole way, and quietly showered with her, soaping myself up as she washed her hair. She turned to face me as she rinsed her hair, and said, "Are you suddenly so afraid to touch me?"

"No. I just. . . I don't know."

"Because you can, you know." She smiled at me. "I won't bite. Unless you're into that." She cupped her breasts, wet from the shower, and pinched her nipples, moaning as she did. I began to grow, enjoying her display. She looked down before reaching for me with one hand. "There you are. I was hoping you wouldn't be all used up already."

"Not even close."

"Good," she said, stepping closer to me so that my erection touched her stomach. "I think we should finish that movie in my room."

"Ok."

"Go bring that bottle of wine, and if you want, you can have a couple of beers." She turned around to shut off the shower and I stepped forward, slapping her ass with my cock. She giggled and grabbed it, quickly pointing it downward a little and backing onto it. I groaned and she sighed, stroking forward and back twice before pulling off of me and turning around to suck me clean.

"Why'd you stop?"

"That was a teaser. Now go get those drinks."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, quickly stepping out to dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist and walking from the room. I grabbed the wine bottle, a bottle of beer and a wine glass, and opened the wine before walking back down the hall. I walked in to see my mother, naked, sitting on her bed, brushing her hair with one hand and searching for the movie with the remote control in the other.

"You look so hot sitting there like that, mom." She smiled without looking at me, and uncrossed her legs, spreading them so I could see her patch of hair and her lips peeking out. "That's even better."

She leaned back, resting on her elbows. "Come eat my pussy for me."

I set the bottles down on the dresser and settled on the floor between her knees and began eating her slowly, relaxing into her. I reached up and cupped both tits in my hands, squeezing and kneading them, occasionally pulling or pinching her nipples. She tasted clean, the shower water still in her hairs and on her skin, the smell of her body wash giving a fresh scent to such an intimate space. But that scent and taste was quickly being overtaken by the smell and taste of her excitement. I had to keep from reaching down and stroking myself as I ate her. Instead I made sure to constantly touch and stroke and squeeze my mother's body, bringing appreciative sighs and whines as she approached her orgasm. As she drew near, I eased two fingers into her while I focused my tongue on her clit, finger-fucking her as I lashed at her sensitive nub.

She cooed, reaching down to grip my hair in her hand while her hips lurched involuntarily in response to my effort. "Oh, my god, baby," she whined. "That feels amazing. You're going to make momma come on your tongue!" She began thrusting more intently and my fingers moved more quickly. "FUUU—!" Her voice was cut off as her throat clenched shut by her release. A brief stream fired onto my face and into my mouth when I pulled back to prevent from getting hurt. My tongue was quickly replaced by my mother's hand furiously rubbing her clit during her climax. Another brief stream followed before she collapsed on the bed.

I wasn't finished yet. My mother yelped as I yanked her to the end of the bed so that her ass was at the edge and I plowed into her, burying myself in a single thrust. "OH!" she cried, looking at me with eyes wide in surprise. "Oh, I see. You want to fuck again? Come get it, baby. Take what you want," she said with a crooked smile. I pulled back and thrust in hard again. Her head dropped to the mattress and she gripped the bedspread. I had a death grip on her thighs, keeping her pulled toward me as I withdrew and shoved back into her. With every thrust, the sound of our skin slapping together sent a thrill through me. My balls swung forward and hit her soft ass and her tits bounced toward her upper chest before immediately moving back into place.

I grunted wordlessly, relishing the sensation of her tight box embracing my shaft as I watched her hard pink nipples bouncing rhythmically with each impact. She continued to whine and began getting louder. "Fuck me harder, Jase! Harder!" I increased both my pace and power, drilling into her as hard and as deep and as fast as I could. She came twice more, her cum splattering and pouring down the front of my legs and down her ass, splashing a little with the impact of my groin against her swollen lips, bright red as they gripped me.

"Damn, mom!" I cried, my voice straining. "Your pussy feels so good!"

"Fuck it! Fuck that pussy! Your cock is so big in momma's pussy!"

My climax hit me like a freight train. I wanted to see my cum on her skin. I didn't even have to touch myself. I jerked my hips back and my cream fired, the first thick stream in an arc up onto her tits, neck and face. Before that one landed, a second stream followed in a similar arc. My mother opened her mouth to try to catch some, craning her neck. I grabbed my shaft and stroked it, aiming it directly at her face. Her eyes closed in protection, but I was able to get a solid third shot to fire into her mouth and down in a line over her chin and neck, filling the hollow of her throat. The remaining blasts were progressively weaker, spurting onto her belly and dropping onto her mound, little islands of creamy white in her brown tuft.

"Mmm," she said, swallowing what was in her mouth and sitting up to suck me clean. "Your cum tastes good," she said in a sultry tone. I watched in amazement as she scooped up some more and sucked her fingers clean before repeating the process a couple of times. That was new to me. My girlfriends had sought out a nearby t-shirt or tissue, or had asked me to get a wet washcloth quickly so they could clean it off their skin.

"That was incredible, mom," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Didn't know your mother would like that, huh?" she smiled.

"Hell, no."

She reached for my cock and held it, stroking it lightly as it softened. "I like feeling your cum on me. It makes me feel sexy."

"You don't need that to be sexy."

"You're sweet. Do me a favor and get a warm washcloth so we can both clean up. I need to pull this bedspread to wash."

"Yes, ma'am." She stood as I walked into the bathroom. While I waited for the water to get warm, I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed, shaking my head. "You are one lucky son of a bitch," I mumbled.

"What was that?" she called from the other room.

"Oh, um, nothing." I ran the washcloth under the faucet and cleaned up my cock and balls, and the surrounding area that had been sprayed with my mother's cum. I rinsed it out and took it back to her.

I handed it to her, noticing that the bedspread was in a pile by the door. "I'm going to go clean up and I'll be right back," I said. She nodded and reset the movie. I put on some deodorant and brushed my teeth before heading back to my mother's room. When I walked in, she was sitting up against the headboard, still naked, and texting on her phone.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Tyler. He's having a good time, he said. I was just telling him goodnight."

"Thanks for letting me stay with you," I said, sliding in to the other side of her bed.

"I'm glad I did." I kissed her and cupped her breast.

"Mm," she backed away from my kiss with a smirk, "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Of you? I don't think so." She laughed and slapped my arm. She pointed to the beer on the nightstand and started the movie. She reached for her glass of wine on the other nightstand and pulled the sheet over us as the movie started. I sipped my beer and watched the movie with my mother, my hand caressing her thigh gently as we sat side by side in her bed. While the movie was pretty good, we were both tired enough that we fell asleep before it was over. We had both scooted down to the point that we were lying down, most of the bottle of wine and both bottles of beer empty on the nightstands.

I woke up at about 1:30 and the television was playing the cycle of previews of movies we could watch from home. I picked up the remote control off the bed and turned off the TV before reaching over my mother to turn off her lamp, the only light in the room. She murmured and stirred as I pressed against her back reaching for the lamp. I settled back to my side and my mother reached for my hand, clasping it in her own, and resting it in her cleavage with a sigh.

I was pressed up against my mother's naked back and ass, spooning her with my hand resting between her breasts. My body was going to respond, whether I wanted it to or not.

"Mmm. You, too?" she murmured sleepily. She pushed my hand down and lifted her top leg, pressing my hand to cup her mound. She was hot and wet, slick when I touched her. "I've been thinking about you. Here." She pushed my fingers inside and I took the invitation to bury those two fingers further. "That's better," she sighed.

She reached between her legs and fished for my cock, which was pressed against her ass. I pulled my hips back and my dick popped free, easily found by her hand. I continued to glide my fingers in and out of her until she pulled on my cock and arched her back. "I want you inside me again," she whispered. She was awake now, but it was almost as if she was afraid of waking someone, although we were completely alone.

I pressed forward, replacing my fingers with the head of my cock, a little more than half-buried when she lowered her leg again. Her pussy was so tight this way and I groaned at the feeling. I pulled back a little and then pushed back in, going a little deeper, but not much. We both sighed and groaned quietly as we made love leisurely, a relaxed rhythm settling in. I kissed between her shoulder blades, across her shoulders and up the back of her neck. My hands moved over her skin, settling on her hip or ass or thigh, sometimes slipping down to feel her lips accepting me, her clit bulging from beneath its hood. I would wrap my arm around her, cup her breast, pinch her nipple, caress her cheek. She would turn her head and we would kiss gently, lovingly.

She came.

She came again.

My balls tingled and I whispered my warning. "Inside," was all she said.

I emptied into her, pulsing, throbbing.