Literotica Lover

I left my mother's panties on my bed, took another shower, and went back downstairs. It was early, but I was no less horny. I spent the next two hours watching porn in the living room--I didn't bother turning down the sound. What would Mom think of that? My cock loved it, and I did something that I never thought I'd be able to do--I didn't touch myself. Instead, I stripped down naked and sat in the living room, enjoying the crisp, air-conditioned breeze. My cock felt bigger and more sensitive, and a chill danced over my skin as I imagined Mom coming downstairs and finding me naked.

Too far too soon?

I didn't know, but I had my shorts and shirt nearby, just in case. It didn't matter because sitting naked and watching porn in my mother's living made me tingle all over. I had some energy to burn, and by the time my phone buzzed with a text from Mom, my body wanted to run through walls and jump over houses.

I grabbed my phone and checked the text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and a banana to my office. Thank you.

I stood, still naked, still hard, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on, but I left my shirt off. A little at a time. I had so much left to do with my mother; suck on her tits, a handjob, a blowjob, titty-fucking, everything I had seen in porn, and kissing. My heart swelled with that last thought. Kissing my mother would be so... forbidden. Kissing was something I could do with my mother in public, for everyone who didn't know us to see. Oh, fuck, my imagination was going to be the death of me. I jog-ran to the kitchen, collected Mom's stuff, then hurried upstairs and down the hallways to her office. I knocked on the door once before I pushed it open and stepped inside with everything--including my phone--in my hands.

The sight that greeted me forced a hungry moan from my throat. Mom had her curtains open, and sunlight shined across her naked body. She sat in her leather swivel chair, with her left leg crossed under her right--the leg closest to me--and she was leaning backward, as naked as a woman can be. Her almost small breasts drew my eyes, capped by flavorful pink nipples that deserved to be the toppings on two scoops of peach sherbet. After clicking her mouse several times, she sat back and turned her chair toward me, giving me the full view of the hairs between her legs and the upper half of her pussy. Below, the rest of her cunny rested against her leather seat.

"Thank you for bringing me my lunch," Mom said. Her eyes traveled over my upper body, lingering on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy sigh. "Did you come up here expecting more from me today?"

Mom's tone sounded rushed. Her breathing had turned heavier, and I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech. Her pink nipples stood thick and hard atop her tits, puckered to what had to be soreness. I wanted to suck them so much.

"Yes," I said, flexing my cock.

Mom's eyes widened, then narrowed, and she said, "May I eat my lunch first?"

"Yes." I stepped into her office to hand her her things. "I'll take pictures while I wait." As she took her food, I looked at her computer screen. She had none of her work windows open, but filling her monitor was the picture of an oiled-up, naked young man who looked around my age. He had a big, big cock--about as big as mine--and he was doing curls in a gym while a sweating MILF about Mom's age knelt in front of him. She held his balls in one hand and his rock-hard cock in the other. The caption at the bottom of the picture read Mom & Son: Pumping Iron, and there was a paragraph-sized story in the corner of the picture, but I had no chance to read it.

Holy shit.

"Thank you," Mom said, swiveling her chair to face her computer again as I backed away. I didn't miss the smile on her face as she bit into her apple.

For the next five minutes, I watched my mother eat her apple, listening to the crunch of her pearly whites against its porous body. She drank her water between bites, tilting her chin upward and arching her back, forcing her titties high as rays of light sparkled against her pink nubs. I took several pictures as I stood by the door, but mostly I watched her mouth open and close and her throat pulse with each swallow.

Sexy, I thought.

When she peeled her banana and slipped the long, white length past her lips, I thought, She'd have a tougher time with me. I took several pictures of her with the banana between her lips, a smile pulling at her mouth. Once, before the banana could reach her, Mom slipped her tongue out and rested the banana atop it before pulling it into her mouth.

After she had finished her meal, the apple core and the banana peel went into her small, desk-side trashcan. She grabbed her water, drank some, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. Then she drank some more before setting her water down next to a tin of mints.

Mom didn't look at me as she asked in an almost flat voice, "So, what do I have to do to keep you from being sexual with Jenna today?"

Today? The smart ass in me wanted to remind my mother about this morning, but then I looked at Mom's monitor, and the MILF on her knees made my dick pulse.

"Jenna promised me," I said, "that if I saw her today, she'd let me lick her titties."

"Titties," Mom said, shaking her head. "The way you teenagers talk. Titties." She turned her head toward me. "Is that what you like? Titties?"

"I like Jenna's titties," I said as a chill tickled my spine. "I like your titties. If I can't suck yours"--I shrugged as an anxious light entered Mom's eyes--"I'll have to suck Jenna's."

"If I have no choice but to let you," Mom whispered, grabbing her mouse and opening one of her desktop folders. Mom looked through her pictures, opening one of a young man sucking on a slender MILF's big tits. "Then, I have no choice."

"You don't," I whispered.

Mom turned in her chair. She sat with her feet on the ground and her knees spread. I followed the line of her thighs to her pussy, then up her flat stomach with its long muscles running up the center to her breasts. Her nipples looked harder than before.

Mom licked her lips and said, "Well, get on with it, Mark. I still have to finish my work."

"Okay," I said.

I walked forward. Mom slid her small butt up her chair, far enough forward that her pussy hung over the edge, but not her asshole. I knelt as I approached her, and she spread her knees wide, opening her cunny lips as well as her thighs. My fingertips tingled. They remembered the feel of her muffin.

Mom's office chair sat high, but even on my knees, I stood eye to eye with her. I pushed forward, my cloth-covered knob bumping into her pussy, and she inhaled sharply as her hips jerked back and her shoulders straightened. A loan sounded in the back of her throat, and she looked at me with closed lips as heavy breaths fell from her nostrils. The depth of my mother's gaze almost stopped my heart with its intensity. Where were those tears from last night? Today, all I saw was hunger.

I didn't try to kiss my mother when I moved forward. She turned her head to the side, giving me room to lower my mouth to her right breast. There were several strands of hair covering her perky peach, and I brushed them aside with my left hand. My fingertips feathered her skin, and small goosebumps rose where they passed. I lowered my mouth to my mother's tit. She grabbed onto the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white as I opened my mouth and fastened my lips around her thick nipple and perfectly round areola.

"Ah," Mom moaned, pushing her chest forward.

I sucked, my cheeks caving in as Mom's nipples stretched beyond my lips. I pushed my tongue against its underside, forcing the nub to the roof of my mouth as I licked around its bottom. As I sucked, my hands came up, acting on instinct. I took my mother's left breast in my right hand, capturing the bottom of it in the curve between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand did the same to her right tit, and I squeezed them at the same time, forcing her nipples upward and swelling them under the pressure of my grip.

"Oh, fuck," Mom whisper-hissed, turning her head forward and speaking her words of pleasure into my ear.

I sucked harder, licking her nipple, then pulling back and nipping at it. Mom's body jerked. She spread her knees wider, arching her back as much as she could and forcing more of her breast into my mouth. She started to move, her body undulating forward and back as her butt ground against the edge of the seat, like a woman in desperate need of a piss.

My mother's breast tasted of vanilla, and it was slick with my spit and smooth with her body lotion. I released her nipple, kissing my way to her other tit while squeezing her right breast again as I pinched her nubs between my thumbs and forefingers. Mom moaned as I pulled and twisted her puckered flesh with my fingers, and when I closed my mouth over her left tit, swallowing half her breast as though I were some giant, she released a high-pitch whimper that coaxed a healthy dose of precum from my balls.

Mom's loud moans, coupled with her wiggling, drove me to greater speeds. I tightened my grip on her tits, forcing another whimper from her throat as I coned them outward for my mouth. I tasted one, then the other, then the other, then the other, licking and sucking, nipping and biting and pulling on her nipples without mercy. Mom's wiggled her ass harder, faster, and she let go of the chair's arms and placed her hands on my shirtless body.

She rubbed my ribs, my back, and my shoulders, digging her short nails into my skin and sending spasms through my flesh. As I sucked on her right tit, I dropped my right hand to her pussy, cupped her, squeezed her, collecting her pussy juices before I brought my hand back up, painting her breast with her silky cream. I switched breasts, tasting her pussy juices on my tongue, and I dropped my left hand to her cunny, taking her soft warmth into my palm.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom whined, her voice rising in pitch as she rocked her pussy on my digits. I stiffened them as she pulled her ass back, and on her return grind, my finger pushed past her inner lips and filled her tiny fuck-hole to the last knuckles, forcing a surprised, throaty grunt from her lungs.

I continued to suck on Mom's tits while finger-fucking her twat, going as deep as I could while gathering her juices with my free hand and spreading her honey across her perky tits. When Mom's whimpers turned high and whiny, shooting out of her mouth at a rapid-fire pace, I thumbed her clit, finding her pretty little jewel on the first try and swishing her pearl with side-to-side motions. Mom lost it, digging her fingers into my shoulders as her cunny muscles tightened around my digits, and she came, covering my fingers in a wash of hot, wet, creamy cum.

"Mom," I whispered, petting her pussy lips from her clit to the bottom of her slit. "After I make Jenna come, she always makes me come." I pressed my thumb against her pleasure-nub and turned it in a shallow circle, making her shiver. "If you want to keep Jenna from making me come today, then you're going to have to take her place."

Mom dropped her forehead to my right shoulder.

"No choice," I whispered.

Mom opened her mouth, sliding her teeth over my skin, and then she bit my shoulder.

I trembled.

"Stand up," Mom whispered against my body. "Since you're giving me no choice."

I stood, pushing myself up with my right foot. As I rose, Mom's fingers dug into my flesh, my upward momentum dragging my chest and abdominals against her touch. She wasn't gentle. The sensation of her nails bending my nipples tightened my balls, and I released a moan that made Mom curl her fingers harder into me. After I stood, Mom pressed her forehead against my stomach as she pushed her fingers into the waistband hugging the cut of my hips, and pulled my shorts down my thighs.

My cock, so hot and hard, tingled as the coolness of my mother's office touched its skin. My trimmed pubic hairs stood on end, and as my waistband slid down the length of my shaft, Mom uttered a hungry, mmm sound from deep within her throat. My shorts cleared my knob and fell to the floor without further aid. She placed her hands on my hips and held me tight.

"I knew you'd be big," Mom whispered, her breath falling around the base of my shaft. "You're a big boy, Mark. My big son." She sounded proud. "Are you really going to make your mother swallow this whole thing--"

I moaned.

"--because that's what Jenna does for you?"

Jenna had yet to suck me off. She had jerked me off. She had let me rub my cock on her yoga pants and the tip against her squishy muff until I came. She had dry humped me until I had filled my shorts with cum, but Jenna had yet to take my cock into her mouth. She had wanted to do that on the same night I took her virginity. So what I said to my mother was....

"Yeah, that's what she does for me."

A slight, amused hum washed over the base of my cock. I still couldn't figure out how my mother knew when I was lying, but she did.

"She's a bad girl for an eighteen-year-old," Mom whispered, her head lowering and her breath getting hotter across my skin. "I didn't suck your father's cock until I was eighteen... and a half."

She sounded apologetic.

"I was young once, baby." Mom slid her right hand down my thigh and around my knee. I shivered. "But your father and I were better than you at not getting caught." Her fingers brushed my knee cap, and she turned her palm inward, raising her hand and sliding the backs of her fingers up my inner thigh. Goosebumps and a chill raced across the surface of my skin. "But we still could have gotten into trouble. We know that now." Mom turned her hand again, and my balls constricted. "That's why I have to do this for you, isn't it?" She cupped my balls. "So, you don't get into trouble."

"Mom," I moaned in a trembling voice, nearly coming as my mother rolled my nuts in her hand, then stretched my taut sack before rolling my nuts again. My glans came to life as pleasure warmed my nerve endings. I was going to come--and so fucking soon.

"Your cock really is virgin, isn't it?" Mom asked, her next breath traveling the length of my shaft and glossing over my knob. "Does Jenna at least jerk this monster off, baby?"

"Yes," I gasped, telling the truth. "She jerks me off."

"But she's never done this--umm."

Mom closed her lips around my knob, resting the underside of my glans on her wet tongue. Warm, slippery saliva bathed my cockhead, causing my prick to flex and throb. My balls spewed out a hot rope of precum that Mom gulped down with a loud mmm-mmm-mmm sound followed by a wet slurping sound as she pulled more of my meat into her mouth.

"Mom, Mom, Mom," I moaned, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"Umm, umm, umm," Mom moaned around my cock, gulping me down with relish as I slid my prick into her ethereal beauty.

Mom pulled gently on my sack again, stretching the tight flesh until I gasped. My asshole puckered shut as pleasure danced across my skin in sizzling bubbles of unseen bliss. I curled my toes into the carpet, and as Mom pulled her mouth up my cock, I slid my hands into her long, sunny-blonde hair. Her lips moved back down, wetting my shaft with more of her saliva, lubing up my fuck stick. She made that slurping sound again--a sound so nasty and naughty that a small bolt of real cum escaped my balls.

"Mmm," Mom moaned, taking my shaft into her mouth past the halfway point. She gagged when my knob hit the back of her throat, but as she did, she clamped her lips down around my thickness, sputtering spit from the sides of her lips as she palmed my balls. Her other hand dug into my hip, slipped back and downward, and grabbed my muscular ass. With her fingers in my crack and one tip against my asshole, she pulled me to her, taking more of my dick down her throat. Mom gagged again, the sound so violent that I lost control, coming hard in her mouth.

"Mmm," Mom moaned.

My orgasm started in my thighs, with an airy tingling along my skin. The pleasure continued from my thighs to my balls, raising the trimmed hairs on my mound as my cock tensed, then swelled, then filled with cum. A light sheen of sweat beaded my skin as my blood turned hot--so hot that I felt the individual beads of sweat emerging from my pores. This was so much better than a fucking handjob!

"I'm coming!" I groaned as an ecstasy-filled earthquake rocked my body.

Mom slid her mouth up my shaft, clamping her lips below my corona, and she sucked my cock down. Her right hand continued playing with my balls while she grabbed my shaft with her left hand and jerked me off with fast strokes, creating slippery-wet music with the saliva coating my pole.

"Mom, Mom, fuck, Mom!" I moaned, clenching my fingers in her hair hard enough to make Mom tighten her neck. "Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!"

"Umm, umm, umm," Mom gulped, swallowing every thick spurt of jizz that I had to give her. When my balls had emptied, Mom clamped her grip around the base of my shaft and pulled upward, driving every last drop of cum from my cock into her jizz-filled mouth.

"Thank you, Mom," I panted. "Thank you so fucking much."

Mom uttered a quiet laugh around my mushroom tip before she pulled her lips from my crown and said, "Only because you're making me do it."

"Yeah," I said, still breathing hard, "you have no choice."

"Get going," Mom said. "I have deadlines to meet."

I stepped out of my shorts and picked them up. At Mom's door, I said, "Mom, whenever Jenna and I know we're alone, she walks around naked."

Mom looked at me, the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Or," I said in a rush, "she wears a small shirt that doesn't reach below her waist."

"Okay," Mom said, turning to her monitor. "When we're alone. Since I have to."

"You do," I said, then cleared my throat. "Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"You can delete the pictures on my tablet," I said. "We made a deal."

Mom smiled at me, and I smiled back, but then I turned around before my smile crumbled. I had those same pictures of Jenna on my phone and computer, but was that part of the deal?

I left Mom's office, refusing to answer that question.