Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep52

****Our First Time***

I carried Mom to my room with my cock bobbing beneath her. She stared up at me as my heartbeat rose, and my cheeks turned red, the heat drifting into my neck and chest. Mom pressed her palm over my heart, a soft smile that was all too motherly appeared on her face. She rubbed my chest with back and forth strokes, her touch easing my heartbeat back to a crawl. I hadn't closed my door, and as I carried my mother over the threshold, I used the heel of my left foot to swing my door shut. The clicking of the bolt into the lock sounded so loud and final that Mom glanced over my shoulder to look at my door. I continued to my bed, climbing onto my mattress with my knees and laying my mother down in the center, her head coming to rest on my biggest pillow and her legs spreading as I leaned back to look at her.

"I'm wet," Mom whispered, "but you should warm me up some more. It's going to take a lot of cream to take your cock." She reached out and brushed my cock with her left hand, forcing a tremor through my body. "You have about an inch and a half on your father, and you're thicker." Mom licked my lips. "You have a big dick."

"That's what every son wants to hear from his mother," I said, unable to hide the smile on my face.

Saying that may have sounded silly in any other situation, but Mom said, "It's what every mother hopes to say to her son."

I looked upon my mother, admiring her slender body and her little handfuls and their pinkish nipples, hard and long, with somewhat puffy areolas. Her stomach lay long and smooth, the hint of twin muscles running down its length to her mound, where her thick landing strip matched the color of her flaxen, sunlight hair. I reached out and brushed her pubes, their silkiness making my cock bob, and then I looked below, where the rest of her sex lay hairless, wet and small and flushed pink with her desire for me--her son--and my cock.

spreading her legs for me and tightening the muscles of her ass, pushing her cunny upward. "Don't you want your

lips lay pressed together, each a perfect mirror of the other and hidden within the narrow, pointed oval curve of her outer folds--a mandorla shape, as the Christians called it. I released a long sigh as I lowered my nose to my mother's muff, the tip touching her clit as I inhaled and filled my lungs with the sweet, floral scent of

heat warming me down to my toes. I opened my mouth wider, tilting my head sideways and kissing her meaty lips, then sucking them into my mouth

clit between her upper cunny lips. I let her go, then I took her folds within my grasp, squeezing and puffing out her smooth lips, trapping her pearl between her

pussy, moving her cunny meat around while her glistening cream dripped from her slit, wetting her perineum and the pink divot of her asshole. More of her nectar dripped onto my bedspread, darkening the white fabric and branding her pussy's perfume into my sheets. After playing with her pussy for a little while

her throat, her hips turning in small

as I did, and slipping the tips along her opening. I feathered Mom's petals apart, folding them to sides and revealing her inner pinkness where her hole and walls were smooth and shiny. They reminded me of soft sherbet or smooth yogurt, delicious deserts that

I rotated my finger upward, then down, to the right and then left, closing my eyes as Mom's pussy walls sucked on my digit, her muscles clamping around my flesh, making

I moved my left hand up onto her mound, my fingers pointing to the right with my thumb slipping downward, massaging the meaty tube of flesh protecting her pearl. Every downward slide against her hood popped her clitty farther outward. Every time I swirled my tongue around her swollen jewel, Mom bucked her hips, fucking

slipped my thumb onto her clit, turning my head to kiss the inside of her damp thigh, tremors ran through her body. Her pussy channel tightened, her walls quivered, and her pussy produced a thick, creamy honey that made it easier for me to fuck her

her nub harder, my

digits in honey. Her nectar spilled from her, covering my face, wetting my tongue, giving me a deeper taste of her flavor than I had ever had before. I lapped up her cream, licking her