She shrugged her shoulders without looking at me. “There’s no undoing what’s been done.”
I reached out to pull her robe closed, but she must have misunderstood my intentions, because she took my hands. “Maybe you were right,” she whispered. “Maybe this is exactly what I need.” Putting my hands on her breasts she added, “Love them again.” I hesitated a moment then started stroking, but she pulled my head down. “Suck them.”
Seeing it as an opportunity to arouse her even more than I had last night, I set about sucking and fondling her tits with increased enthusiasm, and as she began to respond, I again slid my hand lower. I paused, anticipating another rejection, but her thighs parted, and I quickly opened her robe and knelt between her knees, staring at the plump pouting lips and the hard bud that seemed to beg for attention. It was the first real live pussy I had ever seen, but I figured I had watched enough online porn to have some idea of what women liked, and inhaling her exotic aroma, I dipped my head.
Mom flinched when my tongue touched her clit, then she began to gently undulate her hips, setting a rhythm to match my licking. When she started to cum I could no longer ignore my aching boner, and I stood up and pushed off my p/js, before kneeling again and taking aim.
“Please Mom,” I begged. “I have to.”
I don’t know what I would have done if she had refused, but she looked at my hard cock and nodded slowly. “I know Billy. It’s OK. You caught me by surprise last night and I wasn’t ready. Now I am.”
We both gasped as I pushed into her, and I shook my head in wonder. The number of times I had dreamed about what my first fuck would feel like as I watched porn on my computer couldn’t even come close to the reality, and the magic her cunt was working on my cock, as her inner muscles flexed and rippled along my plunging shaft, was making it better by the second. We fucked steadily, treasuring every thrust until I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I sent a hot stream of cum into her clinging depths, just as she reached her own peak.
She smiled contentedly as I pulled out. “Thank you Billy. Not for the fuck, although I didn’t realise how much I needed it until you made me cum. Thank you for making me feel like a human being again. For making me feel wanted.”
I lifted her legs gently on to the bed and helped her turn until she lay lengthwise with her head on the pillow. “I told you Mom, I’ll always want you, no matter what. Not just for that. For being you. Even if we never do it again, that will never change. All I want is to have my old happy Mom back again, and I’ll do whatever it takes.” I pulled the bedsheet over her and kissed her chastely. “Now try to get some sleep.”
Returning to my room, I lay with my eyes closed, replaying everything that had happened. Any reservations my Mom had had about the forbidden seemed to have vanished the instant she had recognised her need, and let my put my cock inside her wet snatch, and she had put everything she had into fucking and being fucked.
My own exhaustion finally caught up with me, and when I opened my eyes again it was eleven o’clock. I took a much needed piss and a quick shower, before donning a clean pair of boxers, then I went into the kitchen and made a plate of sandwiches.
Mom was just waking up as I took the food into her, and she smiled and sat up, allowing the sheet to slide down, and miscievously shaking her shoulders to make her tits wobble as I sat beside her. We had both missed breakfast, so we were too hungry to talk, but when we finished eating she lay back and kicked the sheet off, and patted the bed beside her.
I stretched out with my head on her breast, and she asked softly, “What now? Do we do it again or do you put it in my mouth?” I raised my head and looked into her face to see if she was serious. Her expressive smile convinced me, and it took me about a millionth of a second to make up my mind, but I made a show of thinking about it.
“We have all afternoon and tonight, so why not both?”
Her smile widened. “I was hoping you’d say that. Nothing says ‘I love you’ to Mr Special better than sucking his cock without him having to beg for it.”
I thought ‘Mr. Special’ sounded quaint and old fashioned, but it made me feel good to hear her say it.
She turned top to tail beside me, and lay on her side facing me, her uppermost leg bent up at the knee so I see and reach her pussy, and when I slipped a finger into her she sighed with pleasure, leaning over and opening her mouth. I had lost count of the number of times I had fantasised about having my cock sucked, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined it would be as sensational as my Mom was doing it. Nearly all of my friends who had persuaded their dates to go down on them had said the girl had been reluctant, and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, but Mom seemed to want it to last forever. The way her lips and tongue worked up and down my shaft it felt like my mind would explode, and I finger fucked her furiously, casting my eyes around the room, trying to distract myself from the tightening in my balls. I managed to hold out for about ten or fifteen minutes before I sent a hot stream of thick love juice cascading down her throat, just as her orgasm struck.
“Oh God, that was the best!” she gasped, licking her lips. “We’re going to have to do this more often.” For the first time since Dad left she smiled with genuine pleasure. “I feel like some fresh air. Give me a chance to clean up, and we can go for a walk.” She disappeared into the bathroom, and I went to get dressed.
Fifteen minutes later we strolled to a local park, where we spent a pleasant hour watching children on the play equipment, then Mom nudged me and grinned. “Let’s go home. You owe me another fuck.” If I had not had to match her pace, I would have broken records for covering the distance to home.
Needless to say, when we arrived we wasted no time in hurrying to her room and stripping each other, but just as I was about to push my cock into her waiting cunt, we were interrupted by a familiar “Rat-ta-tat tat” on the front door.
Mom cursed and reached for her robe. “Damn, that sounds like Glenda.”
Grabbing my clothes, I bolted to my room and threw on my shirt and pants, descending the stairs just as Mom was showing our visitor into the living room. I did a quick double take. Glenda had obviously come straight from work, and was wearing only a leotard which flattened her tits, but clung wetly to a sweaty and perfectly formed cameltoe.
Taking a seat, she flashed me a wicked grin at the direction of my stare, then turned to Mom, suddenly all business. “Right, I spoke to Steve, and if you seriously want our help, it’s yours, but I warn you it won’t be quick and it sure as hell won’t be easy. If you stick at it though, I promise you we WILL get results.”
For more than an hour and a half she talked about what Mom could expect, although I suspected she was making it sound worse than it would be in reality. I only listened with half an ear, because all I wanted was for her to piss off so I could get into Mom’s cunt, and Glenda herself didn’t make it any easier for me. Maybe it was my imagination, maybe not, but every time I glanced in her direction, even though she never looked at me, she seemed to sense it and opened those long, oh so bare legs, just enough for me to see the inch and a half wide strip of fabric stretched tightly over her slit.