A Son's Dangerous Desire:(6)

I had a really basic idea of what that entailed, but it was from p**n and even then i knew that what I saw there probably wouldn't be what she wanted. I was however, excited by the idea. For the first time I'd caught the scent of her sex. It smelled musky and pure to me. And I wanted to taste it. I started to move my head in the direction of her slit.

"That's like when I lick your vagina?" Yeah I wasn't the best with women's anatomy. She chuckled, but warmly.

"I don't think your tongue is quite that long. You're going to lick my vulva...that makes up most of the outside parts of my pussy."

Normally I wasn't really big on teachable moments, but as she spoke she had laid back and took her panties off. She spread her legs and I was mesmerized as she pointed things out.

"Do you mind if I show you how I like to...uh...masturbate? If you watch close, you'll see where your tongue should go...and maybe your fingers too."

I nodded fast, but my eyes didn't move from my mother's pussy. As I watched she moved her fingers slowly down to her labia, touching them with familiar movements. I saw her close her eyes as she worked her way up to the top of her sex.

"This is the clitoris. Your father was never really able to find it. Different women need different kinds of touching and licking and...fucking...to come. For me, touching the clitoris too hard is overwhelming, but I don't come without something stimulating it. That something could be your finger, your tongue, pressure from grinding up against you as are inside me. All things that I want to experience. Please...please taste me now baby."

I moved in fast and eager. I mimicked what I saw, kissing and licking my way around her labia. The response was immediate.

"Oh...oh god, baby. It's been...oh fuck...years since...oh god."

I took that as a sign of success and moved up to her clitoris. I remembered what she said and just barely brushed her clit with my tongue.

"Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. You're teasing your poor mother..no...no that's good. Get me worked up a little, then make me cum. Do that and I'll be yours forever."

So I kept licking and kissing, moving around, experimenting with what she liked, and what she didn't. Her breathing picked up and I felt pressure on my head. She was moving me back up to her clit. Now she was barely speaking, just moaning and whimpering.

"Oh fuck, baby. I'm almost there. Fuck, please don't...don't stop. Please give mommy what she needs...she'll be your...oh fuck. OHHHH!"

I had a moment of inspiration and overwhelming desire. I had very suddenly, and too quickly, pushed a finger inside of her. It was my first time feeling the inside of her warm, wetness. It shocked me how hot and tight it was. Lines from p**n told me that a woman with kids would be "loose" but she taught me different.

"Oh FUCK. No...no baby that's good. You're so good to me. I need that finger in me. Different, uh, stimulations ca make everything better. Please keep...keep licking me...just like that, at that pace, now curl your finger up...and gently stroke the...OH GODDAMMIT YES."

She ran out of words as I started touching what I later learned was her G-Spot. Her hips bucked into my mouth. I heard her say she loved me at least a dozen times. At least once more she offered to be my slut forever. I kept it up, but increased the intensity and pressure.

"Oh god, fuck I"m cumming baby you've made your mommy cummmm..."

Her back arched, her whimpers became very high pitched, and she covered her mouth to make less noise. Finally, she fell back, limp. Gasping. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing so heavily. I saw that there were tears rolling out of her eyes. She was crying softly and I worried that I had caused it. In a way, I had.

"Oh god baby. That was so good. So right. I'm such an awful mother...I needed my own boy to eat me out. I shouldn't feel this good. I should be in jail."

She looked up at me, and she saw how I was looking at her. I was a horny teenager, and there was a very hot woman in front of me, but honestly, it just seemed to add to the love I already had for the woman who carried me, gave birth to me, and had taken care of me.

"No, mom. I...I think you love me just like you're supposed to. I think this is right. I want to make you feel like this any time you need me to,"

I was guessing as to the right words, and this time at least I was right. Don't get me wrong, the feeling was real behind them, but I really was desperate for her to stop crying and continue to be my lover.

"Oh...OK baby. I'm sorry. This is all just as new to me. I've...I've really wanted you to do that for years. And I always felt so guilty about it. But we're lovers now. And I can see you need your mommy again."

I was young then and much more virile (although Mom would say that I've only become better in bed as time passed, she does kind of have to). I found myself getting hard again. I was happy because I thought I would be getting another wonderful hand job. I was also happy because I discovered that giving pleasure to her turned me on. It's fair to say that the taste of my mother still makes me harder than almost anything else. Mom, if you're reading this I hope that you're blushing and thinking of all the times I've been between your legs, tasting where I came from.

Well, enough of that. I was expecting a hand job. I was sensible enough not to ask for straight-up cock-in-pussy sex. Mom had set a hard boundary on that at the beginning, but I guessed that was more for my sake, in case I wanted to back out. I got the impression that was something she desperately wanted, and if I kept it up she'd ask me to fuck her sooner or later. I had seen blow jobs before but kind of wondered if that was something that real moms would even know how to do. How innocent I was.