MY MOTHER SUSAN part14
by Hot Milfs Blogpassion of us. No prolonged, romantic build up. No inch-by-inch
seduction. We’d fallen over the edge, both of us, and were in some run
away free-fall of lust, both mindful of what was happening and each fueling
the consuming fires of our passion. I think we were mostly beyond words
at this point.
She reached for me, as if to cuddle again, as if to kiss again. I
pushed her back into the couch and her legs came up. In one motion, I
pulled outward on the inside of one knee, opening her up to me, nude save
her hose and garter belt framing her wet, swollen and open pussy. I gazed
at it in absolute awe, it seemed for a long time but in fact was probably
only seconds. Then, making eye contact, I gradually lowered my head
toward her crotch, that she would know my full intent.
I paused, studying here pussy. As I expected, she trimmed the
edges of her luxuriant pubic bush. Her lips were bare. I looked, but
couldn’t see her anus. That area lay hidden in shadow.
Smiling, she murmured, “Oh, yes!” and slouched down even
farther, arching her pelvis up to meet me.
In contrast to my usual too-fast-to-savor-the-moment hurry, I
moved as in glue, so slowly. Looking alternately at her open pussy and
then into her eyes, I continued lowering myself slowly. I placed the palms
of my hands on her thighs, pushing them open even more. She murmured
approval, “Yes, that way.”
The sometimes-rational part of my mind was boggled. Only a little
while ago, I was dancing cheek to cheek with my mother. Not quite
innocent, to be sure, but a league from holding her legs open that I might
see her better. How’d this happen? My libido suggested that I not screw it
up by “thinking” about it.
The musky scent of her cunt wafted up to me, ripe and intoxicating.
I knew that smell. Knew it from a hundred times that I’d picked up her
soiled panties, but it was never this erotic, this intimate. I drank in her
scent as one would savor the heady aroma of heated brandy. I pulled it in
and held it.
I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me gently toward
her. I gave myself to her control and allowed her to guide me to her
pleasure. She pulled my head into her crotch and my lips first touched her
pubic hair above her slit. She rapidly corrected, pushing my head down to
the uncovered clit. I kissed it softly and she ran her fingers through my hair
as she crooned, “Oh, Billy. Kiss me there. Suck me. Please suck me.”
I pursed my lips and kissed all around her clitty, occasionally
flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Each time she lurched, as if shocked
by a small jolt of electricity. She rolled her pelvis against my face, rubbing
on my mouth as I tongued inside the wet and swollen lips of her cunt. At
the bottom of her slit, it was a swamp she was so wet. I curved my tongue
into the pool of her secretions and pulled them up, wetting her clit with her
own juices.
Her speech had become almost guttural as she explosively exhaled
each time I drove my tongue into her cunt. “Unh . . . God, I, unh . . .
needed that, unh . . . deeper, Billy, unh . . . take me . . .”
I pulled back, my face drenched, and kneeling between her legs, I
fisted my painfully hard cock that she might see me and again looked into
her eyes. Her face was in half shadow and her eyes were dark pools.
I could see her shift her vision to my cock as I slowly stroked the
shaft, bunching up the skin about the bulbous head and then pulling it
slowly back. I looked at her open pussy and then at by cock before l again
looked into her eyes, asking the silent question. Her answer was equally
silent and equally unmistakable. She looked at me gravely, then pulled her
knees up and out, while running the inverted V of her fingers down to her
pussy, opening it up in invitation.
Suddenly she clasped her crotch in her hand as if shielding it and
with a wide-eyed look of alarm, said, “Wait! Billy, *think* a minute. Think
about what we’re doing. Do you know what this means?”
I slowly shook my head, not understanding.
…End of the part14. To be continued..