11. Drunken Mom (2)
As I drew closer to Mom, her lascivious form came into sharper focus. Her massive tits jiggled softly with every breath. At the base of thighs overflowing with plush flesh hung a precarious mesh thong, through which I could make out the dark bush and the outline of her pussy lips. My heart pounded wildly at the sight, my throat parched with desire. I swallowed hard, grabbed a tank top from the closet for her to change into, set it by the bed, then propped her up halfway against the headboard and peeled off her blouse.
With the blouse gone, Mom's porcelain skin gleamed, her overflowing jugs barely contained by her bra. I reached behind to unhook it, desperate to free the bra suffering under those huge mounds, but my fingers found nothing. Cutting the whole thing off crossed my mind, but pulling it up would snag on her tits, and down would catch on her ass. Then I spotted the hooks nestled deep in the cleavage of those twin peaks. I tugged the taut clasp, and finally, her watermelon-sized breasts sprang free, bouncing heavily as if reveling in their liberty. At the tips dangled thick nipples glowing a deep pink.
This was the first time I'd stared at her fully bared tits from so close. Especially those peaks crowning the massive mounds— I swooped in like a bee to honey and latched onto one, biting down greedily.
[Smack smack~]
The mouthful of soft flesh filled my mouth, its sweet, musky body scent intoxicating. I shifted my lips to the peak, and the pliant nub brushed against them. My tongue tip explored its bumpy texture, suckling until it swelled thicker, like a cock getting hard—now smooth and dancing on my tongue. It probably tasted like nothing, but to me, it was strawberry candy matching its hue. Like a kid with a new toy, I devoured Mom's tits for what felt like ages until a faint moan escaped her lips, forcing me to freeze.
[Thump thump thump!]
My pulse roared in my ears like I'd been caught as a kid doing something naughty. I stood petrified, watching her. Eyes still shut, breathing steady—she looked fast asleep. That moan must've been from me sucking too hard in her sleep. Soon, her tits glistened with my saliva along the paths I'd licked, those tasty, erect nipples still tempting me. Part of me wanted to slather them with spit and suck all night. But with Mom possibly waking any second, stopping at just tits felt like such a waste.
I gave that sweet nipple one last lingering lick, then slid down to her lower half. The pussy she'd always guarded from my touch now lay defenseless, veiled only by thin mesh between her meaty thighs. To inspect the center more closely, I spread her thighs outward. Plump flesh filled the gaps between my fingers as they parted, finally revealing her core.
Seeing Mom's pussy up close—the thick outline I'd only glimpsed from afar—sent a taboo thrill through me. No mother-son bond should allow this view; my hands trembled on her thighs. Her dense bush overflowed the tiny panties, dark curls spilling out obscenely. And since she'd shaved just above, her clean, plump outer labia peeked out uncovered.
My cock, rock-hard and straining in my pants, demanded release. I freed it and buried my face in her center. Her familiar musky scent wafted up, like pheromones driving my leaking tip to drip precum onto the sheets.
Steadying my shaking hands, I pushed the scrap of fabric aside. There it was—Mom's pussy, longed for endlessly. Beneath the tidy bush stretched a long slit. I memorized every detail like a photo: at the top, a plump red clit half-hooded; below, well-developed inner lips from decades of fucking, gently guarding the entrance.
I pressed a finger to the pale brown folds, feeling their soft, wrinkled surface. Pushing aside the puffy mound, the lips parted like opening doors, revealing a tiny urethral opening and below it, a bright red pussy hole. The lewd aroma thickened, assaulting my nose. A shiver raced up my spine; staring into that red cave promising ultimate pleasure, I ached to shove something inside.
I pressed my middle finger to the entrance, feeling warm heat radiating out. It slipped in knuckle-deep, but the dry walls gripped tight—too dry to go further. Forcing it would wake her in pain. From all my porn and erotica prep, priority one: make her pussy wet. Women's hotspots vary, but clit and G-spot were universal. I wetted my other fingers with spit, circled her half-exposed clit gently, and rubbed what I guessed was her G-spot inside.
About a minute in, my fingertip caught a slight ridge. Suddenly, juices flowed, turning her pussy into a slick, greedy tunnel. Unlike her sleeping mind, every muscle, ridge, and fold inside awoke, wrapping and squeezing my invading finger. Her red clit doubled in size, fully exposed; my finger inside stirred amid countless living bumps and wrinkles.
[Squelch~ squelch~ squelch~]
Fuck, Mom's pussy is so nasty... I wanna pound it so bad...
To keep her asleep, I moved slowly, but pussy juice leaked out with each stroke, creating wet friction sounds. Her cunt devoured my finger like a Venus flytrap—an erotic masterpiece. Admiring it, I rubbed my raging cock—demanding to replace my finger—against her plush thighs, leaving shiny trails of precum. She stirred once like before, but luckily stayed out.
Sensing time running short, I shifted for my final feast. Was this the main event—insertion? Sadly, no. I wanted to ram my pillar into that slutty hole right then, but I couldn't rape the start of things with the woman I truly loved. And seeing her real pussy up close, the psychological barrier she'd felt hit me too. Once done, no turning back. Even as a hardcore incest milf fetishist, 20+ years of societal norms weren't easy to ignore.
Anyway, shoving regret aside, I thanked my luck for this chance to savor her tits and pussy, then brought my face to the black bush and her mound.
First, this slutty clit...
[Smooch~]
I engulfed the swollen red bean, nibbling the whole area softly. The firm nub danced on my tongue—different pleasure from her nipples. I rolled it a few times, sucked harder, then moved down. Now her pussy hole belched juice and musk; appetizer first—I licked from perineum to bush line, tasting salty skin mixed with her tangy-sweet nectar.
Main course: I sucked and lapped the hot hole and thick surrounding flesh. Drenched in spit and juices, it was endlessly lewd and beautiful. Trying a fave pornstar move, I thrust my tongue halfway in—when her thighs crossed behind my head, squeezing, and her hand gripped my hair.
"Ahh! Honey, harder, faster!"
Trapped between her thighs, face smashed into her crotch, I couldn't check her—but her cry was the clue. Drunk, she thought it was Dad eating her out. I had to escape before she realized, but her urging thighs made it impossible. One way: make her cum with my clumsy tongue.
[Slurp! Slurp! Squish squish!]
Resolved, I plunged deeper, swirling through the wet, lava-hot cave. Slippery walls, ridges, and folds rubbed my tongue; warm pussy juice flooded my mouth. Sweeter now—maybe the love?—I gulped it down, nuzzling her clit with my nose. Her hips bucked faintly.
Neck aching, after about four minutes, her back arched, thighs quivered violently, clamping my head harder.
[Gush! Gush!]
A massive wave of juice poured in; I swallowed half, spilling the rest. As the tsunami ebbed, her thighs released. Oxygen-starved from the squeeze, I floated in a daze. Coming to, her hand pulled my head up. My body flopped onto hers; we faced each other. Her half-lidded eyes locked on mine and widened in shock.