Reluctant Mother #4

🔥🔥🔥 ... We both stopped at the same time, got together and kissed each other like we had never kissed before. Hungry, devouring, embracing with force. 'Do you want to go to bed now?' I asked while taking a breath. Mom smiled. 'Not yet. I want to eat dinner and then take a bath and then go to bed.' Dinner was tense, to say the least. We tried to start a conversation but the sexual tension in the room was too great. My mother and I would sleep together tonight. Making love. She would penetrate me, I would come inside her. The idea was almost too difficult to understand. After dinner, I loaded the dishwasher and Mom went upstairs and I heard the sound of the bathtub filling up. I showered and brushed my teeth in the downstairs bathroom and then sat down to wait on the sofa, flipping through TV channels, unable to concentrate. If I had smoked, I would have consumed an entire pack. Upstairs, my mom was getting ready for me, by love of God. Was I dreaming? And how would it feel inside her? Would she be very wet? Would she come? Would her pussy be tight? After a while, I heard her call from upstairs. 'I'm ready now, if you want to come up'. I jumped up and ran upstairs. The door to Mom's bedroom was open and I entered. I didn't often enter her bedroom. It was the largest room in the house, with an en-suite bathroom and a small dressing room. It also had a wall filled with built-in wardrobes and a large, old oak dresser that she had inherited from her mother. My mom was standing next to the window. The sun was almost setting and the western sky was glorious pink, tinged with red and purple. She wore a short silk robe that barely covered her ass. Her reddish-brown hair shone and she had carefully applied makeup to her face. Even her nails were painted a deep red, something I didn't remember her doing before. She looked incredible. The epitome of mature sexual desirability, and me I felt without breath from desire. I approached her and she extended her arms to me and we kissed, lightly and tenderly, exploring each other's lips with the tips of our tongues launching against each other. I slid my hands down the back of her nightgown and found her buttocks. Taking them in my hands, I pressed her against my erection and Mother softly moaned in my mouth and moved her hips softly against me. Then I took my mother's hand and led her to the bed. She lay down and I undressed; I only wore short pants and a t-shirt, so it didn't take long. Then I lay down on the bed with her and we hugged and kissed and I felt my love for my mother growing all over my body, giving me a warm glow and leaving me breathless. We kissed softly and sensually, exploring with our tongues and while kissing, I caressed my mother's breasts through her nightgown and her nipples hardened and small bumps appeared on the satin material. After some minutes of caressing her breasts, I let my hand descend onto her stomach, feeling the softness of her middle-aged belly. I had my heart in my mouth, but Mother didn't make any movement to stop me when my fingers brushed against her pelvis and I slid my hand under her nightgown. I caressed her thighs and she slightly parted her legs and moaned in my mouth and my fingers found her pussy bare, wet with desire, the lips swollen and open. I slid a finger between her outer labia and found her vagina, warm, silky and wet. Mother moaned louder when I pushed my finger deeply into her and she began to kiss me passionately, biting my lips and tongue. I was in a dream world, barely able to accept that this was happening. I pressed my lips against hers and slid another finger into her pussy. Mother's back arched and she threw her head back, breathing with difficulty. Oh God, yes, Michael! I inserted and withdrew my fingers. From her, feeling her warmth, smelling the aroma of her secretions in the stifling air of the night. She was dripping juices and I used my fingers and palm to spread them all over her vulva, pressing her clitoris and using the tip of a finger to stimulate the small pearl. Then my mother took my penis. It was pressed between us and painfully hard and had been dripping seminal liquid since we got together and the shaft and glans were slippery and hard like glass. I gave mom some space and felt her hand, with her red fingernails, closing around my venous shaft and starting to caress me with a movement from top to bottom. I had always admired my mother's fingers; long, thin, and straight with perfect nails and almost had the vision of them grasping my cock and masturbating me. Meanwhile, mom was twisting softly in my arm while I provoked her clitoris and held her deeply inside her wet pussy. Her breathing was rapid and interrupted and I also felt out of breath and realized I was a hair's breadth from premature ejaculation and really inappropriate. I'm going to come if I don't take care, mom, I gasped. Come inside me, darling! she hissed. Put your big and slippery cock inside me! I had never heard my mother use those words before but barely registered them. I knelt down and mom opened her legs wide and bent her knees and I saw her dark brown bush, crossed by gray, and I saw the lips of her pussy, open with desire and I saw a glimpse of pinkish humidity inside. I got between her legs and grabbed my shaft and bent over an elbow and pressed my big and swollen penis head against her lips and slid in easily, all the way to its length, and mom screamed and almost fainted from the eroticism of the act. I was up to my balls in my mother's pussy and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my ass and pushed me inside, her hands on my arms, her White knuckles, her completely red nails against my pale skin, digging into my flesh and me. I pushed towards her and pulled out and pushed again, holding my mother tightly and deeply, observing her face, seeing my mother beneath me, surrendering to me completely and freely. I was in Nirvana! I felt the muscles of my mother's pussy grasping my cock, not what I expected from her old pussy. She looked at me fixedly while I was fucking her, her eyes lit up with desire and I leaned down to kiss her as I entered and exited. That first time I penetrated her it all ended in sixty seconds. I felt the tsunami rising and approaching and couldn't stop it. I'm coming, Mom, I screamed. Yes, Michael, yes! Come inside me! Grab me until you come inside me! Wave after wave of absolute and fundamental pleasure swept through me and reality dimmed and contracted. I was vaguely aware that Mom was clawing at my shoulders and banging her head from side to side as I pumped shot after shot of thick and creamy semen into her. When reality returned and the storm subsided, I gently separated myself and lay down beside my mother and she came to my arms and we remained silent in the darkening room. I felt empty but completely content. Totally fulfilled. My wildest dream, my most outrageous fantasy had come true. My mother and I had just had sex and it was wonderful, mutual and consensual. Then I remembered my mother and how she might feel. Are you okay, Mom? I asked. She looked at me. Yes, I'm fine, but one of us still hasn't had an orgasm. Would you mind masturbating me, Michael? Oh God, I'd love to, I said, and it was true. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs and I found her pussy with my hand and it was hot and wet and Mom moaned when I began to massage her clitoris with the tip of my middle finger. I kissed her as I stimulated her and she groaned and twisted beneath me While tearing at her inflated foreskin. I'm almost there, she gasped and a few seconds later arched her back and the muscles of her thighs became rigid as her orgasm swept through her like a crackling forest fire and she dug her nails painfully into the muscles of my shoulders again. Then we kissed softly and I caressed her beautiful body through her nightgown. Was it like you imagined it would be? she asked, searching for my face with her eyes. —Did you satisfy me? I had never experienced anything like that, I admitted. Nothing so powerful, so intense. I think incest can produce very powerful emotions and feelings, she replied. I'm sorry I didn't make you come when I was inside you, I said in a low voice, savoring the words inside you. It was our first time, she said. There will be others, won't there? I asked, knowing the answer but seeking reassurance. My mother stroked my hair and looked at me with a little sadness. Yes, Michael. We'll make love again. I don't think I can bear not to do it. It was very powerful for me too, she added. Can I sleep with you tonight, mom? Can I share your bed? Yes, of course. And you can call me Liliana if you prefer. What would you like? I asked her. She kept silent for a few minutes. You said: I'm coming, mom. That was something very powerful for me. Almost made me come too. Does that sound terrible, doesn't it? We both slept like the dead that night. After going to the bathroom we read for a bit like any couple and then turned off the bedside lamps and lay down together in the darkness in a relaxed embrace. I woke up in the middle of the night and listened to mom's soft breathing and thought about her body beside me and what the future held. My little friend got hard and I was tempted to snuggle up next to her to see how she would react, but sleep won out again. The next morning was Monday, which meant work. I would soon be sick and spend the day in bed with Mama, but when I proposed it to her she simply said: 'I have to go to the office today'. There will be plenty of time for us later. 'What about tonight?' 'Yes, tonight would be enchanting', she said calmly. That day I was in a state of great excitement at the office and attracted comments from several people, including my ex, Valerie. —'Do you have a date tonight?' she teased me. God, if only she knew, I thought. On my way home I stopped at a florist shop and bought my mother a large bouquet of lilies, they were her favorites for their intoxicating aroma. Mama was delighted when I presented them to her; She didn't receive flowers very often. 'Do you want to eat early or late?' she asked. 'Late', I replied, taking her in my arms and kissing her. I passed my hands over her back until the curve of her spine and her buttocks and pressed her against me so that I could feel my emerging erection. She broke our kiss and looked at me with a smile. 'Yes, I understand what you're saying. Do you want to take a bath first? Together?' The house only had showers, but the main bathroom had a large bathtub in the corner that drained the hot water tank, and I loved the idea of sharing it with my mother. Half an hour later we were lying in the hot water, perfumed and caressing each other languidly. It was the first time my mother was completely naked with me and I savored the sight of her slender figure as she took off her bathrobe and entered the large bathtub. She stood up and let me wash her, soaping my hands and caressing her armpits and breasts, soaping her pubic hair and sliding a finger. She clung to me and held my head while I rubbed the foam in the crevice of her buttocks, lightly rubbing her anus and asking if I should go further. Then she washed me and it was deliciously erotic. She soaped my cock and balls and spent long moments on my shaft and gland, causing a nearly painfully hard erection. Like me, she also rubbed my anus while washing The buttocks but she didn't make any more movements in that direction. My curiosity had been awakened. What were my mother's feelings about anal play?, I wondered. We dried ourselves off with large white towels and sponge-like ones, and kissed each other a lot in the middle. Then we went to my mother's bedroom and she got into bed and I got in with her and we kissed and again an exquisite and overwhelming desire for my mother of medium age overwhelmed me. I was out of breath and felt a tingling sensation all over. I hope it's always like this between us, I whispered in her ear. I think on some level she understood what I was experiencing. I also hope so, although it can't last forever. I didn't follow up with her response mainly because she got down at that point and, kneeling before me, took the shaft of my penis in her hand and my glans in her mouth. In the deepest part of the previous night when I woke up and thought about my mother, I wondered what she would like and what she wouldn't like, what she would be willing to do and what she wouldn't do. I had no idea about her past relationships, I had just discovered that she had had relationships before marrying dad, so I knew nothing about her sexual inclinations. She was my mother, why should I make her? Then when she took me in her mouth, I felt a wonderful warm sensation and it wasn't just because she gave me a blow job. It was obvious we needed to explore and acquire knowledge. Meanwhile, I reclined while my mother sucked my penis with soft suction and a charming sound of sucking and slurping. At the same time, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and slid them up and down. The effect was surprising. A huge feeling of well-being enveloped me and I lifted my hand and stroked her reddish-brown hair and ran my fingers over her spine, feeling the ridges of her vertebrae. My hand traced the lower part of her back and the curve of her buttocks, my fingers found the crease and approached softly. With my heart in my mouth, I searched and found her furrowed brow, but caution prevented me from doing anything more than a gentle touch. Mom continued to suck me, seemingly indifferent. If she had kept going, I would have come in her mouth; I don't think I would have had the willpower to stop her. But before that tingling sensation of warning began, Mom let go and, kneeling down, mounted me astride and, grasping my cock wet with saliva in her hand, guided me towards her. Tapping the bulbous head with her pussy lips, she slid it up and down a few times before sinking onto me and taking all my length deeply inside her with a muffled groan. I was surprised and delighted. This business of taking control, taking the initiative during sex wasn't new to me; Valerie had always been very clear about what she liked in bed. But I wouldn't have imagined my mother would be like this. She had always been so calm and practical and... ordinary. This was an unexpected side of her. I looked at her fixedly as she sank and sat on my groin, with her large and rounded breasts hanging loose, her dark nipples and areolas against her honey-colored skin. Without saying a word, she began a gentle movement forward and backward, pressing her pussy against my pubic bone, riding me like a polo pony, with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The sensation was glorious. It wasn't a position that normally attracted me, but Mom seemed to be an expert at it and I grabbed her hips with my hands and urged her to keep going. After a few minutes of this, Mom's soft moaning turned into harsh panting and it was clear she was approaching orgasm. 'Yes!' I hissed, 'yes! Ride me until you come!' Her hips moved faster and faster, then she threw her head back with a loud cry as she reached climax and, for about five seconds, rode my cock in ecstasy. Then everything ended and she It collapsed on me and hugged me tightly while she kissed my cheeks, neck, and shoulders. Then she moved away from me and opened her legs in an invitation. Turn around, I said, eager to maintain the balance of power, and she kindly turned around and lifted her ass in the air. I knelt between her thighs and guided my cock into her pussy, glistening with juices. It slid easily and I gave her all my length, holding her hips and screwing her with long and slow movements. She felt good and mom was clearly enjoying it because now she was growling in a non-feminine way and pushing her hips back to receive my thrusts. I increased the length of my strokes until my head almost came out of her. Then I increased the speed of my thrusts until she moaned, gasped and crashed into me, with her hands grasping the pillows and white knuckles. Without warning, I withdrew and turned her over, then bent down and buried my face in her wet pussy, sucking, licking, exploring with my tongue, drinking her sticky secretions, my nose deeply in her slit, breathing in her aroma, sweet and salty at the same time. I love performing cunnilingus, I love the intimacy of the act and its effect on women. My mom was moaning, growling and gasping almost continuously and it didn't take long before she let out a shuddering scream as her second orgasm hit her. Before it had fully subsided, I entered her again and screwed her furiously with long and decided movements, crushing her breasts and nipples with my hands while holding her, savagely kissing her, letting her taste her juices on my lips and tongue. My orgasm, when it came, even surpassed yesterday's. I thought I was going to pass out. I'm coming, mom, I panted, remembering what I had said. She ran her red nails over my back. Yes, Michael, yes! Come inside me! Come inside your mother! Fill me with your ' Semen! The world darkened and a huge bubble of intense pleasure invaded me, exciting every nervous extremity of my body. I trembled as I pumped my seed inside my mother and she urged me to fuck her and I continued while the jets decreased and stopped and it was my turn to collapse on top of my mother. Both of us were flaccid, exhausted. After a couple of minutes, I crawled out of her naked body and lay down in bed, sweat drying and refreshing me. Mom recovered first, sitting up and looking at me. —Well, you must know how to make your old mother's day. I don't remember the last time I had two orgasms. Don't you want me to masturbate then? I joked. No. And unless one of us gets up soon, there won't be dinner tonight. We ate late and then went back to bed, hugged each other, and talked for a long time. We talked about our relationship and I asked Mom if she agreed with everything about the mother/son incest thing. I knew the answer but liked discussing it with her. If you had suggested it a few weeks ago, I would have been horrified, she said after thinking about it a bit. But now, after we've done what we've done, it seems strangely natural, if you permit me the oxymoron! Trust your mother to know that word! Did you like when I used my mouth? I asked, wanting to start a discussion about what she liked and didn't like. What do you think? she replied. What else do you like? I ventured. She smiled gently, a little complicitly, I thought, as if she were reading my mind. That's something you'll have to discover for yourself, Michael. And, turning off the light, she turned over to go to sleep. I stayed awake for a long time, although I was tired from the night's efforts. And all the time I was awake, I thought about my mother and having sex with her. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me near orgasm; I bent down on top of her And I licked her vagina until she came; We had sex in various different positions and I ejaculated inside her twice. It should have been the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction, the peak of forbidden desire, but somehow it wasn't. What we had done so far seemed almost a false summit, at tantalizing meters from reality. I knew what it was, of course; I wanted to have anal sex with my mother. I wanted the complete, winning hand. All. Valerie had introduced me to that particular pleasure the second or third time we slept together. She was a great admirer and our love ended in the deepest part of her ass most of the time, she usually masturbated while I entered and left her. I found it dirty, exciting and exotic, but since Valerie, none of my friends accepted the idea.


To Be Continued...