11 comments/ 205536 views/ 23 favorites Mother's Breast By: showher The beginning of this story was posted as "At My Mother's Breast" followed by "Mother's Breast -- The Reunion" the reader may want to familiarize himself with the background before reading this episode. * The sun fully illuminated the room. The inner curtains were drawn but the heavy, light blocking drapes remained open. The red numbers on the digital clock told me it was ten sixteen in the AM. The soundless television flickered in the morning light. Last evening's wine was dissipating from my system and the grogginess of sleep was giving way to the reality of what happened, in this room, somewhere in the last twelve hours. As I lay naked, I can turn my head and see the bare back and well rounded hip of the pale, copper haired woman sleeping, naked, beside me. She is my mother and I am in love with her. Yes, almost everyone loves their mother but I am "in" love with my mother. Last night she reluctantly submitted to me and now we are not only mother and son we are lovers. A series of events starting two years ago brought us to this hotel room in Caesar's Palace, Las Vegas. I had always been sexually attracted to my mother taking every opportunity to observe her in the bath and various states of undress. Shortly before leaving for the Navy I discovered her having sexual relations with someone other than my father. She saw me watching but neither of us ever mentioned the incident. After that she became an obsession and the woman of my fantasies. I eventually realized I was in love with her. Returning from a recent Pacific cruise I invited my family to meet me in Las Vegas for a small vacation. My mother was the only one that could make the trip. We shared the same hotel room and last night I successfully seduced the woman now asleep beside me. Easing from the bed, without waking her, I quietly crossed the distance to the bathroom where I gargled with the small bottle of mouthwash provided and then bathed my private parts with warm soapy water. I returned to the room, turned off the television and faced the bed. In my short absence mother, still asleep, had turned onto her back. Gravity had flattened her large breasts pushing them to the sides of her chest. Her normally protruding belly had sunken to the depth of her ribcage raising her pubic mound to a more prominent position. The hairy triangle at the top of her thighs was matted with the residue of last night's lovemaking; even so I yearned to cover the junction with my eager mouth. Her pale, relaxed face was surrounded with a tangled mass of the same copper colored hair that covered her labia. The sweet mouth, showing little trace of yesterday's pink lipstick, gaped open a small amount to allow the slight rattle of a feminine snore to escape. Those beautifully graceful fingers and toes still boasted the vivid pink polish that clashed with her hair. I loved this woman and I lusted after her like nothing I have ever before experienced. Sitting on the hotel room's unoccupied bed I continued to drink in the lovely sight before me. Her eyes fluttered once and she rolled on her side facing me. The big tits repositioned themselves, the right breast rested on the bed and her left breast rested on the right. During the turn she had pulled her top leg up toward her chest exposing her pussy lips and the bottom of that much adored ass. Neither her nipples nor labia exhibited the swollen excitement of last night but rather lay relaxed as she slept. My cock, on the other hand, had regained all its former glory. Gazing at the nakedness of my mother, I contemplated what we could accomplish in the next four days. I wanted to make love to her in every conceivable way, as often as possible. The green eyes fluttered open, closed and then opened wide with understanding as she realized where she was and who was sitting, naked, on the facing bed. "Max!" She gasp, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to cover her nakedness. "Don't do that mother," I ordered in a soft but authoritative voice. Without meeting my gaze she dropped the sheet, a gesture of surrender that exposed her breasts. I gently pushed her onto her back, pushed the sheet to the bottom and sat on the edge of her bed. She lay nude with arms at her sides and looked at me with a mixture of confusion, anticipation and maybe just a tad of hate for what I made her realize about herself. "Good morning, mother." I spoke slow and soft, "I love you." "Max, please, we can't . . ." Cupping her left tit in both hands, I lowered my head and sucked in the nipple and areola. There was an intake of breath, barely audible and I could feel the beat of her heart through the flesh of her breast. I allowed one hand to move down and massage her soft belly. ". . . go on like this," she protested. She seemed unaware of her own hand stroking the nape of my neck and holding my head to her breast. The protest seemed to address her own, raging emotions. I positioned myself beside my mom and brought my lips to her mouth. My tongue probed her depths and she slowly started to suck on it and lick it with her own. She turned on her side and her, bed warm, body fused with mine. My hardened dick once again found itself nudging the valley between her awakening cunt lips. Our position allowed me access to her plump white ass. My hand kneaded, messaged and probed until I was afraid I might make her black and blue. Our mouths never abandon the give and take of tongues. Mother was again responding, protests long forgotten in the rising excitement of passion. Breaking the kiss, I placed my mother's hand on my throbbing hot penis. "I want to fuck you again, mother," I said in a business as usual tone. "Yes." "Yes what, mom?" 'Yes, I want you to." "Want me to what?" "I want you to fuck me," she shuddered out in a soft whisper and stroked my cock. Her face flushed with both excitement and embarassment at using the word. Her lips returned to mine, then after one long deep kiss I ever so slightly applied a downward pressure on my mom's shoulder. She pulled her head back to look questioningly into my eyes. I held her gaze a few seconds before increasing the pressure. She twisted downward until her face lay on my stomach then nibbled and licked her way to the place where my hot, rigid meat erupted from a forest of dark pubic hair. She weighed my testicles in her hand as she rained tiny motherly kisses up and down my shaft; little sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. I lay back on the bed with my arm extended and my hand entangled in her fiery tresses urging her further. Mother's tongue flicked out like an asp and teased the head of my penis tracing a circle around the sensitive ridge. My back involuntarily arched pushing my manhood closer to her. She engulfed the head with her hot mouth and let her teeth make contact with the skin behind the ridge. Looking down I could see her small straight nose buried in my pubic hair and the feel spasms of her throat. Her cheeks became concave from the sucking pressure as she pulled back. The style and intensity of the blowjob bore witness that she was no novice at sucking a cock, a thought that was extremely exciting to me. Not wanting to repeat the lack of staying power I had exhibited last night I pulled mom's face away and gently brought her lips to mine. Again I told her I loved her. "Max, honey, please excuse me a minute. I want to clean up a little before we go on." She stood and walked to the bathroom. The freckled alabaster globes of her bottom swaying. Her cheeks sagged slightly causing lines at the bottom of each and forming an inverted "T" where they met the cleft. That ass, my obsession, still flared out from the relatively narrow waist forming the proverbial upside down heart. I could hear the water running and assumed she was cleaning away the fruits of our prior labors. With her pretty hair freshly combed she stepped from the bathroom; still totally naked, ample breasts bobbing as she walked. I thought how much lovelier a mature woman is than a young hard-body. My mother's natural tits sagged and exhibited some slight stretch marks but remained full with healthy colored nipples and areolas. Her nicely rounded belly protruded a little, I assume from her child bearing years. Firm rounded thighs met at the untrimmed nest of soft, coppery colored hair covering her mons. I couldn't take my eyes away! A happy smile tugged at her freshly painted pink lips. "You make me feel so pretty when you look at me, honey." She confided, "I can see the love in your eyes." "I do love you mom!" Taking her place beside me on the bed she pressed her form against me. Her perfume piqued my senses. Our lips met in warm tender kisses with tongues tentatively exploring each others lips and teeth. The earlier sense of urgency was replaced with soft, slow savoring of the each other's body. Each caress, each touch and kiss radiated love. Mother's hand slowly and gently stroked my engorged penis as she looked into my eyes. "For the rest of our visit, dear, I'll do whatever you want. You make me feel more of a woman than I have for years," she said, her eyes never leaving mine. We kissed more deeply now and my fingers probed her wetness. Uttering a slight moan my mother spread her legs to facilitate my further exploration. I found her clitoris and rolled it between my thumb and finger tugging slightly in the process. Little almost inaudible sounds issued forth from the depths of her throat, her breathing became more rapid and the grip on my penis tightened. As my hand continued to administer to her willing pussy my tongue probed her neck, jaw line and bathed her ear. "Please, Max, it's time," she said as she moved her thighs wider apart. I climbed between her outstretched legs and rested back on my own heels. Before me I saw the wet blossoming inner petals of my mother's vulva against the puffy swollen outer lips. She reached for my stiff, blood bloated dick and guided it to the mouth of her pleading vagina. I eased my cock head very slowing into the opening. It was like dipping it into hot oil. I was tantalizingly slow; allowing only an inch or so of rigid meat to enter her cauldron before slowly withdrawing. Mother was bucking in an attempt to impale herself fully on my staff. "Please don't tease me," she begged; her voice raspy with desire. I pulled out until the head of my penis was just resting against her pussy lips. Then ever so slowly I eased it in until the black and the red of our pubic hair meshed. Mother raised her hips and ground her pussy against my pelvic bone straining to take in every last millimeter of my hot cock. We settled into a slow rhythm with mom actively thrusting herself onto my manhood. The increasing tempo was paced with her moaning and my guttural sounds. In the morning light I could see the arousal sweat on her upper lip, her forehead and flushed breasts. Sucking and slapping sounds from lathered body parts filled the room. My mother was fucking her own son with all the enthusiasm of a nymphomaniac. With a loud prolonged groan my mother thrust her hips, forcefully, against me and clung tightly to my shoulders as her heels dug into the back of my thighs. Her body became rigid and a strong shudder wracked her followed by several spasms of her abdomen. "Oh god, oh god!" She cried out to no one, "oh god!" She slowly regained control and her body slackened onto the bed; my cock still buried deep in her dripping cunt. Her eyes fluttered open and I saw a look of fulfillment. The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her pink lips. My heart was bursting with love and the rest of my body shook with lust. I renewed the rhythm, slowly because my own climax stirred in the pit of my stomach. As I thrust and withdrew I sucked on her sweat covered tits. I tried to suck in as much flesh as possible feeling the nipple far back in my mouth. I switched from tit to tit always maintaining the slow penetration and withdrawal of my penis in her scalding vagina. Mom drew my mouth to hers and kissed me. I could feel her body starting to respond again; her warm, oily, wetness flooded my pubic hair. I increased the speed of my stroke and she responded by raising her hips and re-issuing the throaty moaning. My orgasm was rapidly building to the point of no return. Our bodies were now crashing together to a sound resembling the slap of wet meat on a butcher block. We strained together to reach the crescendo. My orgasm started at the very base of my testicles with that vibrating, electric shock feeling that you can feel all the way up in your throat. Mother was reciting her mantra, "Oh god!" Over and Over. I buried my cock deep into my mother, straining and pushing her against the bed's headboard. As my first rope of hot seed erupted she was overtaken by her second orgasm. My cock throbbed semen into my mother for what seemed like minutes as she convulsed beneath me. Finally I collapsed on top of her shaking body. We clung to each other's sated, sweat soaked body; occasionally offering a sweet kiss or loving caress. Limbs entwined we lay in a twilight-zone of love and satisfied lust. Surfacing from the stupor a gnawing want made itself known; not my libido but plain old hunger. The clock reflected twelve ten which meant we had not eaten for about eighteen hours. "Hey, sleepy head, I'm starving; how about you?" I ask, rousing my lover. "Yeah, me too, but I have to get cleaned up first." Picking up the robe she discarded the night before I took her by the hand, pulled her out of bed and toward the bathroom. "Come on I'll help you." I said, "I've wanted to give you a bath since the first time I watched you at home." "OK, Max, but give me a few minutes alone, please." After a short while I heard the water running and the bathroom door opened. "Come on in the water's fine." Mother was already in the tub with an unbecoming plastic shower cap covering her luxurious tresses. The rest was all woman and all wet and all mine. Climbing in beside her I immediately took the soap and started to lather that alabaster skin. I paid equal attention to all parts of her body; each finger, each toe, under her arms and the soles of her feet received the same loving care I afforded her breasts, her womanhood and bottom. When it was mom's turn to wash me she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on my genitals; maybe because I was again aroused from bathing her. We turned on the shower to rinse off then toweled dry. I left mother in the bathroom and proceeded to get dressed in a golf shirt, slacks and a pair of loafers. She primped for about ten minutes then joined me wearing the terry robe. She looked fresh and radiant as she moved from closet to drawer selecting her clothes for the afternoon. I watched her choose a pair of white cotton panties. "No panties, mom." "But Max?" "Mother, no underwear!" "Yes, Max." She returned the panties and stood looking into the drawer. After a few seconds of indecision she lifted up a white brassiere and looked at me questioningly. "Max, may I wear this?" "Come here and let me see if you need a bra," I returned. She walked across the room, opened her robe and stood for my inspection. Her breasts hung down and a little to the side from their own weight. I knew she would be self-conscious with out the support of her brassiere. I reached out and took a tittie in each hand. "Sure, mom," I said. "You can wear it, at least for now." After all we had three more days of vacation to play! Mother's Breast: The Reunion The beginning of this story was posted as "At My Mother's Breast" the reader may want to familiarize himself with the background. The moon cast a silver ribbon across the rollers as the ship made steady progress through the mighty Pacific Ocean. We were heading for Long Beach, California after a brief stop at Pearl Harbor on our way back from patrol in the Western Pacific. The ship was dark; lights out had sounded about half an hour ago. I elected to remain topside and think about the homecoming visit with my mother. Originally my invitation to meet me at Las Vegas included my father and sister but my mother was the only one who could make the trip. My girlfriend, Joan, and I had stopped writing about a year ago so there was no reason for me to go home. Mom and I made plans to meet the day after my ship docked and mom said she would pay for five nights at the hotel. My best friend, Jimmie Johnson, was taking a week to visit his folks in Henderson, Nevada and agreed to drop me in Vegas then pick me up on the way back. I had visited Jimmie's home the week-end before we deployed. A few times on patrol I told him, jokingly, what I would like to do to his pretty sister but despite my rudeness we remained best friends and I was looking forward to mom meeting him. The drone of the big props pushing the ship through the water lulled me into reverie about the summer before I joined the Navy. It was a little more than two years ago. It was a period of raging hormones and I felt a strong sexual attraction toward my mother. That summer I looked for every situation that would afford me the chance to see her in various states of undress. At that thought, my mind conjured up a beautiful woman in her early forties with copper red hair, large breasts and a pear shaped bottom. Her alabaster skin is sparsely dusted with freckles. About a month before reporting to boot camp I caught my mother having intercourse with a strange man in our basement. The sight was so enthralling that I slipped between the free standing bar and the furnace to watch. Sometime during the show my Levies found their way to my ankles and I gripped my iron-hard manhood. As my mom started to orgasm her eyes picked me out of the shadows. A look of shock crossed her face but the strong orgasm took precedent. At that moment my own orgasm began with mother's eyes watching the arc of my seed as it landed on the floor four feet from its origin. As passions subsided she motioned me to be still, and attended to her friend. Soon he was dressing and with some kissing and fondling he left. Mother and I stood facing each other, her completely naked and me with my pants around my ankles. She spoke in a matter-of-fact manner, "Max, I have to go get cleaned up and you need a shower." With that she left the basement. I left for the Navy the following month with neither of us ever mentioning the incident again. A rain squall brought me out of my reverie and I went below to my bunk. Tomorrow we would tie up at pier Echo in Long Beach and the following day would find us on the road to Las Vegas. After a stop at the Fleet Locker Club for civilian clothes Jimmie and I were on our way to Caeser's Palace. We arrived about six in the evening, parked the car and went into the cool dim lobby. Mom's plane had arrived at eleven that morning and she had already taken a room. The desk clerk connected me to the room via house phone and I heard a sweet voice say, "Max is that you?" "Hi, mom, ready for our big vacation," I ask? "Meet me at the elevators, hon, I'll be right down." Jimmie and I got directions to the Palace Tower elevators and waited for mom to come down. When the elevator doors opened out stepped a shapely woman with large breasts and shiny copper hair. She was wearing a mint green, cotton shirtdress ending just above the knees of her bare legs and a pair of white sandals. Her full lips, finger and toe nails were pink accenting her pale skin and clashing with her copper hair. I was immediately transported in time to that family room scene two years prior. Did she realize her choice of colors would remind me of that day or was it just random chance? We closed the distance and she crashed into me at a run and threw her arms around my neck. I almost lost my balance as that warm soft body melted against my own. "Sweetie I've missed you so much," she breathed against my ear. I held her very tight and maybe a little too long until I noticed her prying my arms from around her waist. "Max you're squeezing the wind out of me." "Mom, I want you to meet Jimmie Johnson, my best buddy." My mother turned and gave Jimmie a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with Jimmie's burnt umber face. "Glad to meet you Jimmie. Let's take Max's stuff up to the room and then we can get a sandwich." She turned and walked back to the elevators. I caught Jimmie admiring the tussle of her cheeks beneath the taut cotton material. He knew I saw him. "I'll trade you even for my sister," He whispered with a grin. In the room mom offered us a cold beer she'd had sent up earlier. I took one but Jimmie declined stating he wanted to get back on the road. I walked Jimmie to the elevators and told him I'd see him at the end of the week. He would call in a few days to make final arrangements. As the elevator doors closed Jimmie said, "Man your mom sure is a fine lookin' woman!" Returning to the room, I sipped on my beer and watched my mother unpack my bag and put my clothes in drawers and the closet. Her dress was a little tight across her hips and bust and as she moved I could feel the old desires returning. Standing I grabbed her as she went by. "I've really missed you mom," I said as I pulled her into my arms. "Easy there big fella, remember I'm your mother." I kissed her neck as she tried to free herself from my embrace. "Max, don't do that, please." "Sorry mom you're just so pretty and it's been so long since I've seen you." I released her. "Tell you what, if you'll be my date this week I promise to behave myself." "I'm a little old for you don't you think?" She did a quick pirouette. "Are you kidding? Didn't you see Jimmie drooling over you in the lobby? You're a sexy, beautiful woman and I'll be proud to be your escort." We decided that the first evening we would just walk around the hotel and the neighborhood and sort of check out the lay of the land. After checking the casinos, pool, and spa we went outside and enjoyed the lights as darkness descended over the desert. Las Vegas is an awesome sight at night; it's ablaze with lights of all colors, animated and stationary. At some point in the evening I had put my arm around mom's shoulder and pulled her close enough that our hips bumped as we walked. Lost in all the sights she didn't seem to notice or resist. It felt like a real date. I think she was caught up in the moment. "Hey love, what do you say to a pizza, a bottle of wine, and some candles," I ask pushing the envelope a little? "Sounds great," She said wrapping her arm around mine and hugging it to her breast. We walked back to the Palace and entered Appian Way (I think they call it) with the faux sky, the centurions, and marble. We went into the first Italian looking restaurant we saw, sat down and ordered a bottle of pinot noir while we looked at the menu. Instead of pizza we settled on the ravioli and a second bottle of wine. We laughed and drank our way through the meal and finished it off with coffee and tiramisu. She brought me up to speed on my dad, sister and what was new at home. We talked about all manner of things but it didn't seem like we were mother and son, just a man and a woman. I think that's when I realized not only did I love my mother; I was in love with her. Several times during the meal I covered my Mother's hand with my own. We laughed, talked, flirted a little and allowed the wine to turn dinner into an intimate evening. When we were leaving the restaurant I stopped and kissed her on the mouth. She responded slightly then pulled back and looked at me with a puzzled expression. Taking my arm again and holding it tightly to her breast we walked back to the room. Once inside the room, with the wine egging me on, I took this lovely woman in my arms and kissed her letting my tongue brush against her lips. My hand was at the small of her back pushing her slightly protruding belly against the beginning of my erection. She violently twisted from my grip. "Max, please don't do this; I'm your mother. What is wrong with you?" "I'm in love with you mom. Not like a Mother and son but like a man and a woman. I think I have been since the summer before I left for the Navy." "Max, you were very much a gentleman when you caught me in a compromising position that summer and I appreciate your discretion. You never mentioned the incident to me or to your father and I am eternally grateful but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like a slut," She blurted out, tears forming in her eyes. "Aw, mom, you're not a slut. I love you! Do you know all that summer, whenever I could, I watched you take a bath? You became my fantasy lover. Now I realize I fell in love with you." Mother collapsed on the edge of the bed, her head bent and her eyes focused on the floor. "This isn't right Max." There was silence then she took a deep breath. "I have a confession too. I knew you were watching me bathe and I tried to make it exciting for you. I was also deliberately careless about my blouse and my skirt if I had the opportunity. I don't know what possessed me. It wasn't very motherly but it excited me and I couldn't help myself." I sat down on the bed pulling her close and kissed her passionately forcing my tongue between her resisting lips. She opened her mouth and a soft moan escaped as I felt her body slump against mine. She seemed lost in the passion for the moment but recovered and broke the embrace. "Stop it! Nothing makes this right, Max. We can't let this go any further." "Mom, what am I supposed to do? I can't be in this room and be expected to keep my hands off you, I love you!" For several minutes silence engulfed the room as my mother stared at the floor. "Max. . .?" My mother hesitated, "I'm going to take a bath now and I will leave the bathroom door ajar so the steam can escape." "OK mom." "Max . . .? Maybe you can take care of yourself and then we can forget all this and enjoy the rest of the week." Mother's pale skin became a flushed as she offered me this thinly veiled proposal to watch her bathe and then masturbate myself. To her it was a viable alternative to letting our attraction continue. Without meeting my gaze she stood, retrieved her robe from the closet and stepped into the bathroom. I opened another tepid beer and turned off all the lights. The room was dark except for the light cast by the ignored television. I stripped off all my clothes freeing the semi-hard cause of our problems. From one of the queen-size beds the wall mirror afforded me a view of the larger, bathroom mirror. Reflected in that mirror was my mother slowly unbuttoning her shirt-dress. There was an immediate increase in the electrical current at the base of my cock as I watched. My shaft no longer dangled between my legs but rather crawled up my abdomen seeking attention. Going braless was never an option for my mother and her heavy breasts strained against what I jokingly considered an industrial strength bra. The white, cotton, under wire bra and the tops of the plain, white, full cut, cotton panties came into view as she shrugged out of the dress. I don't think mom ever tried to dress in a sexy manner. I don't remember ever seeing any special underwear around the house and her robes were always at least knee length. She is just one of those women that have that "catch me, fuck me look" even in a simple house dress and that's exactly what I intended to do. There would be no self-inflicted orgasm for me. In her practical underwear she turned, moved toward the tub and bent at the waist to start her bath water. Her panties were now in full view. The white cotton stretched across the plump bottom that blossomed from her trim waist. Between her slightly spread thighs the hint of a camel toe appeared where her cheeks rounded to form the cleft of her beautiful ass. She held that pose several seconds while adjusting the water temperature. As she turned to face the mirror again I could detect the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. The knowledge that I was watching her every move was exciting her against her own wishes. Reaching behind her back she unhooked her brassier and slid it down her arms and her large fleshy tits swung free of their bindings. The support garment had left indentions around my mom's back, across her shoulders and on the underside of her titties. She proceeded to massage the marks away with her hands raising her arms in the process and allowing her tits to sway and dance. The pinkish nipples were already protruding from their bumpy, puckered areolas. After tying back her hair and giving me ample opportunity to admire her breasts she took a step backward in the direction of the tub. Her panties were again in view and she rolled them slowly down until they fell from sight. She stepped out of the panties and I feasted my eyes on the copper colored triangle where her ample thighs met. I tried to detect moisture in that soft red hair covering her cunt. I knew her excitement was building. I could feel my penis; hot and throbbing against my stomach. I was light headed with need and my hands and legs were trembling. She turned to bend again at the waist testing the water. The swollen petals of her flowering labia attested to the passion growing, unwanted, in my mother. She stepped into the bath and momentarily disappeared from view. It was necessary for her to stand to be seen in the mirror. She reverted to the standing bath method that she had perfected during that lustful summer before the Navy. I watched as she displayed herself to me in every position imaginable. I was hard as a rock and my insides were crawling with excitement. I think the fact that mom was doing this for me against her will only added to the excitement. Stroking my raging cock only slightly during her performance I managed not to climax by my own doing. As mom toweled dry I turned down both beds and hung out the "do not disturb" sign. I then sat naked on the bed furthest from the bathroom and tried to take an interest in the television program. Mother closed the bathroom door for privacy and continued to prepare for bed. After about ten minutes she emerged from the bathroom in a knee length, terry robe. Avoiding my eyes she went straight to the closest bed and lay down on her stomach with her face buried in the pillows. Moving to the edge of her bed I sat down facing her feet. I picked up one foot and bent her leg at the knee. "How about a foot massage? No answer. I started to work my thumbs on the sole of her left foot rubbing out the tension; my fingers on the arch and the ankle. After a short while I brought her foot to my lips and kissed the sole, heel and instep. That prompted a surprise intake of breath but she remained mute. Turning my attention to her right foot I noted, when I touched it, she started to raise her leg without my applying pressure. I messaged and kissed the foot as I had done with the left. After a few minutes I separated her second toe from the others and sucked it into my mouth. I could feel a spasm pass through her body and the first sob was audible through the pillow. Going to work in earnest I paid homage to all her pretty, pink painted toes; sucking each one and licking the sole of her foot. During the assault from my mouth my hands were messaging her calves and working toward her thighs. She was sobbing steadily now. She finally spoke, broken by sobs, "Please Max! Please don't." At that same moment my hand had moved up her luscious thigh to where it meets the crease that defines the start of her ass cheek. I took the hem of her robe and gently folded it up to her waist exposing a plump, creamy white ass sprinkled with a few freckles. My first kiss was just above her bottom in the small of her back; her body stiffened. The rain of kisses went down the cleft and across the bottom of each cheek. I gently mauled her bottom sucking and biting as much of the soft flesh as I could take into my mouth. Some slight moans and shudders were now mixed with her sobbing. My own excitement was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was totally dominating this woman, I was mentally forcing this woman to my will and this woman was my own mother. I was on the verge of coming without any physical contact with my cock. I continued to make love to her ass for several minutes until I found my mouth at the bottom junction where the cleft and each cheek meet. Working my stiffened tongue into the cleft I probed the rosebud hiding there. Not only did my mother issue forth a loud moan but she raised her hips off the bed to meet my thrust. As she moaned, sobbed and thrust her lovely ass against my intrusion I moved lower to allow my tongue to find the wet lips of her labia. In one fluid movement, that heralded surrender, my mother spread her thighs and drew her knees under her; raising her hot wet pussy to my greedy mouth. "Please, Max, let this be enough," Her desperate, trembling plea. My tongue plumbed the hot, wet cauldron between her legs and the sound escaping her lips hinted of a different desperation. She pushed back against my face until I thought I would smother in her soaked and slippery depths. Finding her clitoris I sucked it in and caught it tenderly between my teeth, rubbing it with the tip of my tongue. My own hardness was screaming for relief and threatening to literally explode from the blood trying to force its way into the granite shaft of my penis. The woman on the bed was thrusting her mound rhythmically against my face in an effort to fuck my mouth with her clitoris. I stopped what I was doing, broke all contact with my mother and stood, naked beside the bed. "Mom, stand up!" She moved to the edge of the bed and then stood up, her eyes on the carpet. "Take off your robe." Her wet eyes raised to meet mine as the robe fell to the floor and she stood in pale, naked glory. "Come here and kiss me," I commanded. Two steps, large tits swaying, and she melted into my arms. Her hungry mouth was immediately on mine and her hot tongue sought the depths of my throat. Her breasts mashed against my chest and my dick slid between her thighs and came to rest against a very swollen, very ready vulva. "I love you mom," I said as I eased her back down onto the bed and lay down beside her. "I love you too, Max," and her mouth once again began to devour my own. With her right hand she, for the first time, fondled my hot, rigid member. I rose off the bed and resettled between her open thighs. She looked deep into my eyes and slowly guided my cock to the throbbing lips of her vagina. Her emerald green eyes never left mine as the head of my dick pushed into her boiling wetness. In those eyes was a mixture of sadness, defiance and longing; all beneath a smoldering look of love. It was all too much and I boiled over after only a few strokes. I drove myself as far into her cunt as I could. She raised her hips to meet my thrust as the first rope of seamen exploded into her belly! My cock jerked and spewed its seed until I collapsed on top of my mother's body. "Don't worry dear we have all night and all week to be together," Mom cooed in my ear as her hand stroked my softening penis. "Mommy knows how to take care of her baby!"