She laughed softly and kissed him. “You’re off to a good start. Women always like to hear that. But you’ve got to be more specific. Where am I beautiful, Eric? How?”
“Your face! Your hair! Your eyes and lips and throat and… and tongue and every thing about you is just beautiful!”
“You’re sweet,” she said, and rewarded her pupil with another soft kiss. “But is that all there is about me, honey?”
Her fingers were gently plucking at his hard little nipple, making him feel very funny down there. He was all confused and didn’t know what to say, where to begin. Breathing very deeply, feeling very drunk, he looked from the pale tapered fingers toying with his dark rigid nipple to that billowing loveliness exposed by his mother’s open housecoat and said, “You’ve got the most beautiful boobs in the whole world, Mom.”
She looked down at herself and smiled. She drew her housecoat wide open and she put her lovely hands under her even lovelier breasts and lifted them, as if presenting them to him. He gazed on, glassy-eyed, as she fondled them freely and said, “Is that what you call them? Boobs?”
“Breasts,” he murmured. “You got beautiful breasts.”
“Call them anything you like, darling, as long as you don’t call them fat. They’re not too big for you?”
“No. Oh, no.”
“I used to call them my boobies,” she said, still toying with the nipples, still feeling that creamy fullness, the utterly fascinating big, big ends of them. “But you can call them anything you like, honey. Boobies, breasts, jugs, tits, anything at all that pleases you, darling. Would you like to play with Mother’s tits, Eric? From the way you’re looking at them, I’d say you would. Ask me nice, and I’ll let you feel me up.”
“Can I… play with your tits, Mom?”
“Of course, darling,” she said, and she took his two quaking hands and placed them firmly against her marvelous warm flesh.
“Oh, Jeezus,” he muttered, for his mother’s tits were even firmer and warmer than he’d imagined they’d be when he thought about them and jacked himself off. There was a softness about them that made them so very full and yet so upright in their beauty, but he could feel nothing firm under the velvety flesh that his hot hands were roving over.
“Feel nice?” she asked, smoothing her hand over his leg.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, as with ever new amazement he felt the stiffness of her very hard nipples.
Suddenly he pinched it, quite hard. He didn’t know what came over him, he just had to do it. He closed his fingers on it sharply and his mother gasped and said, “Oh!”
And suddenly her arms were tight about him and she was breathing hotly in his ear and pushing her big tits into his groping hands and almost moaning as she spoke. “Pinch ’em again, both of them. You didn’t hurt me. Oh, God! Darling, darling, hug me and kiss me and play with my tits. I love you so. Baby, baby, it’s all right. Nothing to be afraid of. We’re not doing anything wrong. Kiss me hard and play with my tits and make me feel so good I can’t stand it!”
She was trembling all over now and her body was jerking and thrusting itself at him. He was shocked and frightened, but he sucked on her mouth as voraciously as she was sucking on his and he pinched and played with her hard nipples as she mashed herself against him and moaned in a sort of delirium and all but crawled into his lap. Her arms were breaking his neck, and somehow he just loved it. He sucked her tongue and pinched her nipples even harder, and it somehow thrilled him to the core when his beautiful mother whimpered through the deep soul kiss and convulsive little spasms began to ripple through her body.
She whipped her mouth away from his just long enough to pant, “Arms around me and hug me as hard as you can. Hard as you can, lover!”
He hugged her till his bones were cracking. She hugged him back just as hard. Amazingly, his hands didn’t miss her tits on leaving them for now the hot ripples going through her body made the flesh of her back every bit as exciting as that of her tits.
She fell back on the couch, arms locked tightly about him, mouth mashing and tonguing against his all the way. Then he was lying right on top of her, hugging her body and kissing her mouth, grinding his chest against her tits as she thrust them up against him. His hips were between her legs, and her groin were rubbing up against his hard cock, all sweaty and wet and nearly bursting with good feelings. He was going to come at any minute. There was no way he could help it. He couldn’t warn her, couldn’t get out of this marvelous embrace, couldn’t begin to keep his hot body under any sort of control in miraculous circumstances like this. But of course, his mother knew what to do.
“The towel,” she panted, pushing him away and pulling him to her at the same time. “Get that damned towel out of the way and stick your prick in me now, now! Fuck me, Eric. Oh, God, do it!”
The damp rumpled towel was whipped out from between their thrusting loins and now he could feel her bare flesh, all furry and hot, with his prick. He was gasping and panting and coming already, or at least it felt like it.
“Put it in, dammit! Quick!” she cried, and with amazing strength she pushed him away, and with equally amazing dexterity, she took his bursting cock in her hand and jammed its spewing end in the hottest, slickest, most wonderful place he’d ever dreamed of in his life.