Literotica Lover

I woke at seven in the morning to the sound of Jenna's ringtone playing to the side of me--Shake It Off, by Taylor Swift. Jenna had programmed it for me, and it always made me laugh. It made my friends laugh, too, the fuckers.

"Good morning," I said after grabbing my phone and swiping the call button.

"Morning, baby," Jenna said. "Did I wake you? It sounds like I woke you."

"You did, but I wanted to get up early."

"Then, you're welcome." She laughed a sneaky sound. "You got that morning wood for me?"

"Always," I said, stretching different parts of my body and twisting my hips from side to side.

"I remember the first time I felt your morning wood," Jenna whispered. "Sleeping at Alice's, after her party, with your dick pressing into my ass." She made a hungry sound. "That was the first time I ever felt a hard cock against me. I felt it all night long while we slept."

"Keep talking," I whispered.

Jenna laughed. "I would, but I have to go to school soon. Summer school should be from nine to one."

"Should be."

"Guess what I did last night?"

"I thought that you were in a hurry?" I asked, laughing.

"Shut up," Jenna said. "I did what you suggested." Before I could say anything, she added, "I teased my dad!"

"Holy shit." I thought that she'd do it, but not so damn soon. "Tell me about it."

"Holy shit is right," Jenna said. "After we had finished talking last night, I changed into one of my cropped, pink, cotton tank camisoles--"

"What?"

"God, Mark," Jenna said. "You're eighteen." She laughed. "It's an undershirt held up by straps and made of cotton, nylon, or satin that women wear to sleep. Look it up."

I laughed.

"I changed into a tight-fitting top with little shoulder straps, but it was so tight on me that it could have been a bandeau." I didn't even ask what that was. "I was super nipply. My girls were sticking up large and hard. You know how thick and tight they can get."

"Mmm, I do," I sighed. "I miss them."

"Whose fault is that?"

"My mom's," I said.

"Shut up," Jenna said, laughing. "So, I changed into one of those without a bra and some matching pink boyshorts. I rolled the waistline down so I could show off the cut of my hips because I know you love that."

I pictured Jenna's hard stomach and long muscles covered by a single layer of feminine softness. My cock twitched, but I didn't touch it. Not this morning. Not before I saw my mother.

"My shorts were loose, I couldn't show off my C-toe, but I'm saving that precious gem for another day." Jenna then said something to someone else, the sound of her voice faint through the speaker, as though she had pulled the phone away from her lips. "I got to go. It's probably for the best because I'm getting so fucking wet thinking about last night, and I don't want to sit in class with sloppy panties."

"Bring another pair to school," I said.

"I only bring an extra pair when we're together."

"Sexy," I said. "Oh, wait! What happened with your dad?"

"Really quick," Jenna said. "I think I made my dad uncomfortable, but I felt his eyes on me before he left the living room to go upstairs. Dad never goes to bed earlier, but he did last night. I have to go. See you today?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'll see you sometime in the evening after I reassure my mom that nothing will happen between us."

"Yeah, right," Jenna whispered, giggling. "Nothing but some coming. Bye. Love you."

"Love you, too," I said, then added, "Oh, wait!"

"What, baby?" Jenna pouted. "I've got to go."

"If my mom brings up our naughty pictures, you have to tell her that you deleted them."

Jenna made an annoyed, clicking sound, but she said, "Fine, but I don't like lying to your mother. She's going to be my mother-in-law one day."

Yikes.

"Thanks, baby," I said. "Love you again. Bye."

I disconnected the call, thinking about my words for the next half hour. Love you. If I loved her, then why was I willing to fool around with my mother?

But Mom's the first woman you loved.

Was that my mind, heart, or cock whispering those words of wisdom to me? Logic versus feelings versus horniness--along with a little bit of truth from each of them. Jenna had been my neighbor for my entire life. Our parents had babysat us, and Jenna had been just a little brat until the day she wasn't. Until the I noticed her tits. (That's a good reason to fall in love.) But, I did love Jenna, yet I had never dated anyone else, either.

I picked up my phone and spoke to the voice command, asking, "Mr. Internet: Is it okay for a man to justify cheating on the woman he loves?"

The clock on my phone said it was ten minutes until eight, so I killed the search before it had a chance to answer me, and I left my room for a shower. I didn't need a shitty AI telling me that I was a terrible person. I finished showering after eight and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts with my boxer briefs beneath and a tight shirt. I had my phone in my left hand, ready to take some pictures and videos of my mother before I attempted to do a whole lot more.

I half-trotted downstairs, my muscles were loose, and my steps were light. I didn't see Mom in the living room, though the dark curtains were open, while the transparent curtains remained shut. I peeked into the seldom-used great room, and it was empty as well, so I spun on my heels and walked down the hallway that led straight into the kitchen. Halfway there, I heard the faint sounds of French music, the kind that deserved playtime on an old phonograph. I didn't know French, but my mother did, and I knew she listened to those songs whenever she needed some relaxation in her life. Was that a good sign or a bad sign?

When I exited the shortcut hallway and stepped into the kitchen, I saw Mom in the same position as I had seen her yesterday morning. She sat at the breakfast table with the light streaming into the house through the breakfast area's swinging glass doors. Mom had the morning paper in her left hand, which tilted her body away from me, but not much.

She didn't look at me, and her right arm lay curled around her waist. She wore an off-the-shoulder, rib-knit, long-sleeved T-shirt that was violet in color and seemed to make her flaxen hair brighter. Her elf-queen profile looked sharp this morning, and she was wearing makeup that highlighted the regalness of her features. She sat with her legs crossed, her right over her left, the hem of her shirt barely covering the tops of her thighs while revealing the entire side of her leg and the cheek of her ass to me. Whatever she thought about last night, it hadn't stopped her from wearing a G-string this morning.

That had to be a good sign.

It had to be.

"Good morning," I said as I entered the kitchen and walked behind the kitchen island, ignoring the fridge and leaning against the island's marble top.

"Good morning," Mom said, not looking up at me.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

"I had a good time last night." I placed my phone in front of me, sliding my right forefinger across the screen and selecting the camera icon. "A real good time."

"I'm sure you did," Mom said, her voice sounding measured and controlled, her breathing deepening as she spoke.

"You didn't?" I asked as a tingling sensation rode the length of my shaft.

"I'm keeping you out of trouble," Mom said. "How I feel about last night doesn't matter."

"I liked it, just saying," I said, matching my tone to my mother's, then uttering a sigh that made my mother roll her eyes. I smiled. "You didn't like it just a little bit?"

Mom tightened her lips and tilted her head further to the left. Was she smiling? Could I guilt her into a smile, the way I had when I was younger? She must have liked it, or else she'd be wearing pants today.

"You know," I said, elongating those two words, "if we could keep last night going, I think--I'm not promising anything--but I think I could stay away from Jenna--sexually--until we were sure we were responsible enough to handle sex."

"You think you could?" Mom asked. It sounded like a question, despite her flat delivery. She uncrossed her legs, and her thighs rubbed together in the smallest of movements possible. "I think I deserve the promise of a stress-free month for what I was willing to do for you last night."

My cock swelled with my mother's words. The head thickened faster than the body as the corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. "I thought staying away from Jenna last night was what I was doing for you," I said as my member filled up my shorts.

"Promise me a stress-free month," Mom said.

"I'll promise you a stress-free month," I said, "as long as you keep my mind off Jenna."

Mom waited and waited with the newspaper held in front of her. Was she thinking? Was she reading? Was she toying with me? Teasing me? My skin tingled as I waited for her answer.

"Did you want to take some pictures of me?" Mom asked. "Before I go upstairs to work?"

"Yeah," I said, licking my lips. "I do. Something like... last night?"

"Come on," Mom said. "Let's go to the living room and remember that I'm still your mother."

I nodded my head as my mother stood. Her rib-knit shirt barely covered the bottom cleft of her pussy, which left a whole lot of leg exposed to my eyes. As she passed me, I turned my body along the path of my gaze. Mom didn't look in my direction, so she didn't see my erection tenting my shorts, nor did she see my cock jerk when I saw that her shirt didn't quite cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. As Mom left the kitchen, I followed her to the living room, where she walked to our couch and sat down in the exact spot she had sat last night.

"How would you like me to pose?" Mom asked, adjusting the hem of her shirt, though sitting as she was, it could barely cover her lap, and again, it left her left leg bare to the upward curve of her butt.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch. How did I want her to pose? With her legs spread and her panties stretched between her knees while she reached down and spread her pink petals wide enough for me to see the inside of her motherly channel. (Lately... I may have been watching too much porn with a little too much blonde pussy gaping.) I wanted to get down to business, but instead....

"Just like that for the first couple of pictures," I said.

Mom sat still, facing forward with her hands in her lap. I snapped a picture, making sure to capture all of her. I couldn't see her nipples through the thickness of her shirt, but I imagined them to be puckered tightly and as hard as diamonds. I took another picture, zooming in on the exposed side of her ass, cropping her upper body out of the picture. I could show my friends that picture one day, and they'd never know....

The thought of bragging about my mother to my friends without them knowing who I was talking about sent a chill through my cock and a buzzing through the soles of my feet that curled my toes. I liked it when my friends checked out Jenna. I liked knowing I had someone they could never have. Another chill went through me, turning my nipples sensitive, and I scratched my chest, the prickling sensations causing me to shiver.

I looked up from my phone's viewer and looked at my mother. "Mom," I said, "can you turn on the couch and face me, like last night." My heart sped up. Not as hard as it would have before last night's finger session, but hard enough to make my body tingle and my blood rush. "You can keep your legs together... for the first few pictures."

Mom looked at me. I saw defiance in her eyes, but she wore an expression of bratty sullenness that I found adorable. She did as I told her to do, lifting her feet and turning toward me, keeping her knees and feet together, so her shins created a wall that hid her pussy from me. I snapped several pictures, and though Mom dropped her eyes from me and looked toward the back of the couch, I didn't think that she was mad at me. Her eyes appeared to be looking inward as if contemplating some inner turmoil that was too terrible to ignore. (That may have sounded dramatic, but I needed to believe that Mom's desire for me was as strong as my desire for her.)

Fight your conscience, Mom. Fight it.

I snapped more pictures, saying, "Turn your eyes toward me," as I did.

Mom did as I told her to do. Her eyes looked big, with an accusing light that made my cock harder as the pressure in my balls grew stronger. My sack constricted. Was this turning Mom on as well? Was her conscience fighting the sexiness of this moment? Was it easier for me because I had been a child growing up and adoring a grown woman while Mom had been a grown woman adoring a child who had become a man, with manly desires? The weight of that on her conscious would have crushed most people, but here was my mother, who had let me jerk off on her yesterday morning and who had let me finger her last night--I doubt there was anyone in the world who could have understood her mind at that moment.

"You're beautiful," I said in a near whisper. "Thank you for this."

I snapped a picture, then another, smiling, and a small, soft smile appeared on my mother's lips as I looked down at my phone's screen. When I raised my eyes, her smile vanished, replaced by a sullen, resentful half-glare.

"Spread your knees for me, Mom," I said, moving closer to her. "The way Jenna wants to spread her thighs for me, but I'm resisting her because I have you to look at."

Mom tilted her head, her eyes widening and her mouth tightening.

"Where's my tablet?" I asked, looking around the living room. "I still need to delete her pictures."

"It's in my room," Mom said. "I was going to remind you to do that."

"Spreading your legs for me is reminder enough," I said, my voice wavering as my breathing deepened. A harsh, swirling tingle circled my knob and glans, and I shuddered as precum escaped the tip of my cock. "Can you lift your shirt above your panties for me, too?"

Mom's cheeks sucked inward, and she narrowed her eyes. After a deep breath, her face softened, and she slowly spread her knees open, followed by moving her feet apart. A sun-golden hallway of smooth, semi-muscled thighs pointed the way down to the V of her crotch. She was wearing snow-white panties that seemed extra bright against her tan skin. As her shirt continued to her waistlines, Mom's straw-light pubes came into view, and I drooled at the smallness of her panties. They barely covered her outer pussy lips, but they were also transparent, allowing me to see everything between my mother's thighs: mound, clitoral hood, her little jewel, and her tight slit.

I swallowed, saying, "Thank you, Mom, for dressing this way for me." I licked my lips, not because I didn't know what to say, but because my cock was near to bursting, and my mouth wanted to dive between my mother's legs without asking for permission. "I don't know any other mom who cares this much about their son."

Mom stared at me, looking me in the eyes. Her lips trembled, then they spread into a soft, almost pleased, smile before returning to the straight-lined pout that they had held a second ago.

The transparency of my mother's panties ended at her perineum, turning into a string that I could have used for dental floss. I could see the rim of her asshole on either side of that string. Fuck, I wanted to rim her forbidden pucker. Mom's left knee hit the back of the couch while her right knee hovered over the floor beyond the edge of the cushion. She turned her feet onto their outer edges, bringing them together, and she sat with her legs resembling a wide-open bear trap that needed springing.

The urge to rush between my mother's thighs rumbled through my body. I wanted to lunge forward. I needed to. For a moment, the world swooned, and it seemed as if nothing could stop me from moving between my mother's legs and taking what I wanted. My vision narrowed, focusing on the visible flesh beneath my mother's panties, and as the primal desire to take what I wanted settled over me, my mother's voice cut through my near loss of control, bringing me back to reality.

"Take the picture," Mom whispered, her voice thick and husky. "I need to get to work."

I raised my camera, pointing it right between my mother's legs. I looked at her muff, the meat of her pussy squished and contained beneath her too-tight panties, then I looked at the viewscreen, then back at my mother. Snap. I lowered my phone, stared between my mother's legs, then raised the camera again and snapped several more pictures. I took my time, looking, not looking, listening as my mother's breathing grew deeper, and the mesh fabric centered over her slit dampened to a darker color against her pussyhole.

A deep groan escaped my lips when the first of Mom's juices became visible to my eyes.

"Mark," Mom whispered. "Don't be vulgar."

"I can't help it," I whispered. "Yours is the"--I paused, trying to will my mental bravado to the surface--"your"--I swallowed--"your pussy is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"Mark" Mom said in a gentle tone, "thank you."

I snapped another picture, then zoomed in between her legs and snapped another. My cock hurt, the shaft aching, and the tip alive with an energy that kept my precum flowing. I reached out with my left hand, holding my phone with my right hand.

"Mark," Mom sighed, warning me with her tone. "Mark, Mark... Mark." She closed her lips when I placed my hand on the inside of her right knee, the sound of my name fading away to nothing.

My fingers made the journey down Mom's thigh, stopping to absorb their outer softness and inner firmness. The further down my mother's leg I went, the warmer my hand grew. When my fingertips brushed the softest meat of her inner thigh, right before the dip leading into the hollow between her leg and outer labia, Mom shivered and placed a hand over mine. She stopped my fingertips an inch away from her panties. As I held my hand against her, I swear I saw her pussy pulse as if swelled by the excitement or the desire coursing through her in the same way I could flex my cock whenever I chose. Whether it was my imagination or not, I believed that I had just seen her cunny reaching outward for my touch.

"Mom," I said, my voice sounding far away to my ears. "Your pussy would be even prettier if you weren't wearing your panties."

Mom's next breath trembled as she pulled air into her lungs.

"Please?" I curled my fingers, rubbing the tips over Mom's sensitive flesh. "Seeing wouldn't be the same as touching." I looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on my hand, but she must have felt me staring because she raised her gaze to meet mine. "I was going to see Jenna today, but I don't have to."

"You can see Jenna," Mom whispered. "You just can't do anything sexual with her."

"Then I won't do anything sexual with her," I said, "if you help me with those urges."

Mom closed her eyes.

I pushed my hand forward, dragging her hand along for the ride. My fingertips met the leg band of her panties, and her pussy seemed to swell towards my digits. The dew between her lips had pasted her panties to the softness of her muff, and her pussy looked eager and desperate for my attention.

"Keep your eyes closed," I said as gently as I could. "I'm going to take your panties off you... and keep them for myself."

I had no idea that I was going to say that.

Mom trembled.

She visibly trembled.

"Okay," Mom whispered, keeping her hand on mine.

I set my phone on the back of the couch. Mom kept her eyes closed, but when I placed my right hand on the inside of her left thigh, she placed her left hand over mine. I moved down her flesh, welcomed by her heat and the guidance she offered me. My fingertips moved between her legs, my eyes following, and my mouth watering as I took in the bottom of her cheeks, her little, string-covered asshole and the triangle of her labia draped in transparent silk.

My fingertips connected with the outer nylon band of her panties, then moved upward, using the fabric as a pathway to her waistband. As my finger moved upward, my thumbs followed behind, and I pressed against the outer edges of my mother's thicker pussy lips, squeezing their softness gently and puffing them outward against the crotch of her panties.

Mom released a surprised whine, her palms pressing against the backs of my hands.

A low, feral growl rumbled through my chest and into my throat.

My thumbs continued to follow my fingers, only they pushed against the outer edge of Mom's panties, touching damp skin and slipping half an inch beneath them. The heat from my mother's labia and mound seared my skin, and a cloud-like tingling surrounded my balls. My knob came to life with extra-sensory perceptions, and I had to pull my thumbs from my mother's panties before I wasted my morning nut in my shorts.

I brushed the waistband of Mom's panties. The elastic dug into her skin, creating tender bulges of flesh around the band. I plucked at the nylon as though they were harp strings, and Mom moved her palms back and forth across my hands. Her breathing had quieted, but it was still ragged, and as I curled my fingertips beneath the elastic, Mom's breath caught. I pulled downward. Her hands pressed hard into mine, then nodding, as though to herself, she eased the pressure against me and released her breath.

I tugged her panties downward. Sitting as she was, it was impossible to get them off her body. Mom brought her knees together. I maneuvered my arms up and outside of her legs, not once breaking contact with her G-string. With my arms outside of her legs, she seemed so small to me. So easy to take from. So easy to have. I pulled her panties down her hips and around her ass. Mom had to lift her butt from the cushion before I could slide them around the bottom of her butt and pull them up her legs to her knees, where up and over and down toward her feet they went. The micro-string that had been resting in the crack of her ass was now riding her shins, sputtering down her legs until I had her panties around her ankles.

"Step out of your panties, Mom."

Mom did as I told her to do. Lifting her small left foot first, then her right, and setting them back down the moment I pulled her panties out from under her. I set them by her phone, her pussy scent drifting toward my nostrils and blooming within my nose. My cock thickened, and I fought the urge to grab my cock and jerk it until I was coming on my mother's feet.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, placing my hands on her ankles and sliding them around the sides of her calves and up to her knees, where I rested my palms flat against her. "I'm just going to spread you open, okay?"

Mom nodded.

I paused with my hands on her knees and asked, "Okay, Mom?"

Mom waited several seconds before she said, "Okay, Mark."

"Okay, what, Mom?" My heart thundered. "Okay, what?"

"Okay," Mom whispered, "you can spread me open."

See, my cock said, Mom just needed a bit of urging. Do you think Dad tells her what to do?

I ignored my dick as I spread my mother's knees to the sides. She kept the soles of her feet together. It felt as if I were spreading open the halves of a sandwich to discover what kind of meat lay inside. Mom's inner lips were barely protruding from her outer lips, forming a lickable crescent of wet flesh coated in a glistening layer of sticky dew. The jewel of her clit had popped outward, small and shiny, like a smooth pearl, while her clitoral hood had thickened with lust, pushing out from between the upper swells of her outer lips. Above, her sexy, sun-kissed pubic hairs formed a thick but narrow landing strip that I wanted to cover in my cum.

"Mom," I whispered, my breathing as heavy as my heartbeat, "you're so beautiful between your thighs."

An odd sound escaped my mother's lips, sounding like a half-sob. I raised my eyes to her face and saw that she was trembling. Her lips, her eyes, and her expression twitched in a mixture of shame and rosy-cheeked desire. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to slide my tongue against her lips and into her mouth, where she'd be hot and wet, as wet as the beautiful cleft between her thighs, where came a heavenly perfume that thickened my member and ignited my desires.

"Mom," I said, "I need to touch you again. I need to press my lips against you, or Jenna's virginity won't be safe from my cock."

"Mark," Mom panted, "the things you're saying to me...."

I know, I thought. I don't know where these words are coming from either.

"Do you want me to stop saying them?" I asked.

Mom didn't speak, but eventually--and it was a long, cock-throbbing eventually--she shook her head from left to right and back again, several times. They were small movements, maybe an inch in either direction, but she did shake her head. She couldn't look at me. From the corner of her left eye, a single, perfect teardrop fell.

It was a storybook tear.

A happy ending tear.

My heart slowed.

My mother was mine.

"Do you like my words?" I asked, my cock throbbing and my knob torturing me as my briefs rubbed against its sensitive surface.

Mom's face tightened, and another tear fell, but she nodded her head, and again, her movements didn't travel far.

"Mom," I said, "stand up and face away from me." I squeezed her knees. "And keep your shirt above your waist."

Mom nodded.

She swung her legs from the couch, my hands staying in contact with her skin for as long as they could. She faced away from me, standing in front of me as I had told her to do. Her off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt hid her right shoulder but exposed her left, the dainty slope from behind was cute enough to nibble. Her long hair hung down to the middle of her back, longest in the center and getting shorter closer to the sides, forming a downward pointing arrowhead. She had her hands in front of her, with her shirt rolled up around her waist, exposing her perfect, pear-shaped ass. Across her waist lay the impression of her panties, their tightness leaving their mark, but they were quickly darkening back to gold.

Mom stood less than a foot away from the couch. I was near the edge, but I was also sitting back far enough to appreciate the sight before me. I loved how her small ass had some shape but was still small, far from flat, but far from the bubble butt atop Jenna's thick, athletic thighs. A shadow darkened her crack, where her cheeks pressed together, and below her ass, where her inner cheeks swept away at their base, I could lay my eyes on the golden crescent of her sex.

The heart-shaped gap between Mom's legs gave my vision complete access to her pussy. She had soft and tender outer lips, separated from her inner lips by narrow creases, and her inner lips slid out from between them. They were pink, a soft horizon-pink, with a beautiful line between them that glistened with her thick honey, a crystal-like film with highlights of white that made her yummy, little cunny shine.

Was her pink clam tasty?

The wet folds of swollen flesh between her legs had to be. I had licked her juices from my fingers last night--licked my fingers until every trace of her flavor coated the nerve endings in my mouth, leaving my taste buds shaking in pleasure and my salivary glands bubbling.

I took a deep breath.

I was about to taste my mother's pussy for the first time. Holy shit, I was about to have my mother's pussy in my mouth!

A thought came to me before I could move forward. A shocking realization that made my insides warm until my cheeks turned hot. My mother and my father had been high school sweethearts. They had been junior high sweethearts. Mom had only ever let one man touch her before giving me that same pleasure. My heart trembled as I raised my hands to my mother's hips and took them in my grasp. For the rest of her life, Mom would be keeping it in the family.

Mom turned her head to the left as far as she could, tilting her head and looking down at me over her shoulder. I looked up and smiled at her, though I didn't know if she could see me. I was six inches from the top of her ass crack, my nose inhaling her floral scent. I tightened my grip on her hips, puckered my lips, and placed a single kiss above the start of her crack.

A shiver ran through my mother's body. I pulled her to me as I moved my lips lower, finding the depression of her crack and wiggling a kiss into her center groove. I kissed lower, shifting my body on the couch, giving myself enough room to taste my mother's curves. My tongue came out on its own, licking Mom's skin. It was as if I could taste her warmth. I watched small, whitish goosebumps rise across the surface of her flesh, and the finest of hairs on her body stood on end, their color so light that they could have been invisible.

"Do you?" Mom asked, her voice catching as I slid my hands below her hips and pulled them back, digging my fingers into her cheeks and pulling them apart as I laid the bottom of my tongue along her crack.

"Do I what?" I asked after I licked my way back to the top of her ass.

"Do you do this to Jenna?" Mom asked, panting, her body swooning as I move downward, stopping right above the deeper depression of her perfectly blonde, almost bleached asshole.

"Sometimes," I mumbled against her skin, turning my face in the crack of her ass and rubbing my cheeks against her butt cheeks. "She loves it, but it makes her feel funny."

I dug my fingers into Mom's ass again and pulled her cheeks as far apart as I could. My lips dipped inward, and I planted a kiss on her pucker, feeling her heat and then tasting the thicker flavor of her asshole as I pressed my tongue against her rosebud.

"Oh god," Mom gasped. I had to squeeze her thighs to keep her from falling over. "You shouldn't. Jenna's too young"--her voice squeaked as I pushed the tip of my tongue hard against her asshole--"too young for you to do this to her!"

I smiled against her ass and flicked her hole with up and down licks of my tongue. Had Mom looked through my tablet?

"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."