Excited Mom Can't Stop My Touch♥♥ (2)
Already worked up as she was, Mom's body wouldn't stop trembling even under so light a touch.
I pressed both thumbs down on either side of her glistening folds and squeezed.
"Ahn!"
The puffy lips parted like a mouth, baring the flushed pink flesh beneath — the rippled, quivering walls of her inner folds coming into view.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. Mom's, fine, ah... mm."
Okay? Her voice had already gone completely ragged.
"Can I keep going...?"
"Yeah... ah."
I was dying to know what was going through her head. Was the pleasure ruling her enough to shatter something as fundamental as mother and son? Was that all it took for her to let me do this? Or maybe — just maybe — she'd been craving me all along, long before tonight.
She had to be different from all those women who'd thrown themselves at my face. She was my mother, after all.
"Do you want it...? Truly?"
I lifted my head and let go, and only then did she finally spill out the breath she'd been holding. Her heavy breasts spilled open inside the t-shirt she wore without a bra, and every time she drew a breath, those weighty mounds swelled up like balloons and sank back down, jiggling like pudding.
"A-ah, what are you, doing. Mom's fine..."
"That's not what I asked. Do you actually like it...?"
I pressed again, unsatisfied with her answer. Her tongue slid out slowly, rolling across her lips, and when they'd turned damp she spoke again.
"Yeah. I like it..."
"Then say it. Ask me to keep going. If you really want it."
"Son, what's gotten into you... Hah..."
Before long her half-lidded eyes drifted to the ceiling, her face deep in thought. Her cheeks were still flushed, though. Her gaze hovered on that line between reason and instinct, wandering back and forth across it, drifting aside as if lost in thought — and then it slid back down and locked onto mine.
The heat in her face was unmistakable.
"Go on, then."
"Mm... keep going, then..."
And that was her answer. Her panties were bunched around her thighs and her pussy was laid completely bare, and she knew it — she could see exactly how she looked, and she still nodded.
"Good girl."
"Mm. Mm."
I kept my thumbs raised, and then —
"Ah-ing!"
Press.
I ground down on her swollen, throbbing clit. The moment I rolled that slack, softened flesh together with the little bead of her nub, her neck snapped back, a moan tearing out of her.
"So — I can use my mouth too, right? It's all part of the massage."
"Ah, aah, haang, ah..."
With her bud crushed under my fingers, no answer came. Her head had fallen all the way back. All she could offer was a torrent of boiling moans, so I pressed my lips to her soaked pussy without restraint.
Slurp.
Her raw, overheated folds had gone so soft they felt like they'd melt apart at a touch.
"Ah, aahhhng!"
A slick, clinging wetness coated my tongue — a vivid, living heat I hadn't been able to feel when time stood still. I thrust my tongue between the petals that covered my lips like a kiss and hauled her legs up over my shoulders.
And then, in rhythm with her hips slapping against the floor — smack, smack — I pulled my mouth away and slapped her cunt with my palm, again and again. Her pussy, a slobbering mess of saliva and nectar, squashed flat against my hand and swelled back up bigger than before, droplets of her juice scattering like shrapnel with every strike.
"Ahit! Nnngh!"
"Feels good, doesn't it? Mom? Hm?"
"Mmph! Yes! Haang, it feels — it feels so good! Nnngh!"
At last the last shred of her reason seemed to snap, and she was screaming on pure instinct. I sucked her flattened clit into my mouth with a wet pull and shoved my thumb into the hole my tongue had been working.
"Aahnng!"
As if it had been waiting for exactly this, her sucking hole clamped down and gnawed at my finger the instant it sank inside. The flesh had gone even softer, but her grip had grown dramatically tighter. I spread her open from side to side, stirring her up, and tugged the clit trapped between my lips as though I'd rip it free.
Her hips rose off the floor, dragged up by the stretched nub — and when I released it, it snapped back and she dropped with a bounce onto the floor. Then I drove my thumb into her hole again, rough and relentless, as if punishing her for the loss. The reek of her grew even thicker, rising from the hole that gaped and quivered, showing me its soft pink insides.
"I should massage this spot too, right?"
"Aahnng, ah! Nnngh!"
She'd given her body over to me completely. Only then did the full, unfiltered pleasure wash over me. I pulled my slick thumb free and pushed it into her other hole instead, and at the same time, so her pussy wouldn't feel neglected, I drove my tongue back into the one above.
Both holes clenched down at once.
"Mom, that feels — sho good. Hah..."
"Aahnng, nngh, nnngh!"
With my tongue buried inside her, my words made her moans swell even louder. I stirred the clenching walls of her ass with my thumb while rubbing the slack walls of her cunt with my tongue, mesmerized by the two different textures, and the longer I licked and dug into her, the more ragged her breathing grew.
"Now for a G-spot massage, Mom."
"Ah, ah, ih! Aahnng, nh!"
I drew my tongue and finger out of their respective holes, slow and deliberate, then pressed my index and middle fingers together and pushed them into her pussy. The moment I hooked them and lifted, her hips rose to meet them all on their own.
"Aaahh!"
"That good, huh? Yeah?"
"Aahnng! Nnngh!"
Of course — moans again, not an answer. I gave up on getting one, matched the rise of her hips, and arched my own back up into her, then found the spongy spot just above her entrance and crushed it.
"Ah! Ah! Aahnng, aah!"
The reaction was instant. Her arched spine bucked and thrashed wildly. I caught her waist with one hand and raked my fingers inside her even higher, hooking her like a fish on a gaff — the flesh around her cunt stretched taut, and her milky nectar gushed out in heaving waves like she was vomiting it up.
Her body had worked itself into a proper frenzy. I slid in one more finger, then another, until three were buried in her hole — and with them stretched open, the spot inside was laid completely bare.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her huge tits, flipped up toward her own chin, quivered uncontrollably. Her cunt clenched and flexed around my fingers like it wanted to sever them at the root. Even her toes were curled tight.
Consumed by pleasure, Mom looked more obscene than anyone I'd ever seen.
I burned the image into my memory and rubbed her slick walls even harder. The inside of her pussy clung desperately to my fingers as it convulsed.
"Nh! Nnngh! Nnn-ahnng! Aaaaahnng!"
And then — I yanked my fingers out.
Her crotch, hovering in empty air, slapped her own pussy. My hand was gone, and her cunt convulsed all by itself, flinging the nectar coating its walls in every direction. Her hips, still lifted high, dropped and smacked the floor as if they couldn't contain what she was feeling, then lifted again, baring her pussy to the air.
She's losing it.
I stared, stunned by a sight I'd never witnessed before, then hurriedly grabbed her waist and pressed it down. The moment I pinned her hips and forced them still, both her legs kicked reflexively.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"Ahit, nnnnngh!"
Watching her shiver through the aftershocks, I stripped off my pants. Then I caught her trembling legs, spread them apart, and slid my fingers back into her hole. She settled naturally around the pull, and my cock came to rest against Mom's shin.
I rubbed my cock along her leg while stroking her pussy in slow, soothing circles. The violent heaving of her chest gradually eased as her body sank back down.
"Nnngh, nnngh. Hah, ah..."
Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle...
Under my gentle ministrations, her body calmed little by little. I took her ankle and pressed the sole of her foot against my cock. She was that worked up — even the sole of her foot burned hot.
"Nnngh. Mm. Haaa..."
"Your pussy's still quivering like crazy, Mom. You need to calm down. Hah..."
The truth was, I was so worked up myself that I was on the verge of losing it completely. But if I let go of my reason too, this time with Mom would end right here. I needed more — a much longer stretch of it than this. Stopped time had its limits, and this — this was better in every way.
"Mm."
"I'll oil you up. Move your foot for me."
"Haa..."
Instead of oil, I slicked the nectar coating my fingers along my shaft. When I pressed her sole back against it, she actually listened — her foot began sliding gently up and down my cock. The sole clinging to me glided smooth as a baby's skin.
"Mm, that's nice. We're taking care of each other now, see?"
"Nnngh, hah, hah, mm..."
I cupped her pussy with my palm and stroked it in slow circles, and her foot followed suit, wrapping my cock and rubbing up and down in matching rhythm. For a while, the only sound was that soft, steady friction — squish, squish — echoing between us.
"Hah... come here..."
"Are you back with me...?"
The storm had passed, and now we simply felt each other in the quiet. Her half-open eyes met mine.
"Hah... yeah. Come here. You said we'd do it together..."
"Yes..."
Her voice was hazy and clear at once — the sound of her reason returning. Keeping her eyes on me, she spread her outstretched arms wide open. I moved in beside her.
"Mm."
Her hand closed around my cock. Even with her mind back, she clearly had no intention of stopping. I let her hold me while I pushed her milk-soaked shirt up and over her chest. Her tits swayed under my hands and settled back into place, rounding out again at once.
I started kneading them.
"Mm..."
"Hah..."
When I squeezed her breasts — too much for one hand to hold — her thick, engorged nipples got pinched between my fingers, pressed tight.
"Ah..."
With a moan, the hand around my cock tightened. It should have hurt, but she showed no sign of pulling away. I ground down on the trapped nipple, squeezing her breasts until the flesh bulged out between my fingers — and every time I did, her grip on my cock clamped down harder and harder.
"Since you're, mm, stroking me, Mom, hah, my cock feels amazing. Mom. Hah..."
"So does Mom. Mm..."
And just like that, she and I — with no shame left between us — had begun to explore each other's bodies openly, hungrily.