Mom looked up at me and said, “Can I rest my head on your leg while you read to me?”
“Okay, but how–?”
Looking up at the headboard, she said, “You can sit there and lean against that.”
Understanding her idea, I put a few pillows against the headboard for my back, and I slid into the bed above her, spreading my legs apart. Then, I helped Mom up the bed until she could comfortably rest her cheek on my thigh.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” she said, snuggling.
I opened the book and read.
Fifteen or so minutes later, I read to her a scene where the heroine discovers the body of her chief suspect. Mom gasped excitedly.
I drew the book aside, smiling and showing my own surprise.
Mom lifted her face from my leg and said, “I never expected that!”
“No. Me neither.”
“Keep going, sugar.”
I drew the book to my chest, and I felt Mom’s head settle once again upon my thigh. I read on, but I noticed the change. Mom’s face was incrementally farther up, closer to my groin. Though I didn’t look, I knew she was mere inches from my briefs. I felt her breath on my inner thigh.
I ignored it as best I could, and continued reading. A few minutes later, I adjusted myself. Mom raised her head for me, and I settled with my groin even closer to her. I felt her breath through my underwear on my testicles. I felt my penis begin to swell upward. Swallowing and blinking, I continued reading.
A minute later, I knew it was complete, poised, and surging from my groin against my briefs like a rocket. Mom stared at it.
I found I couldn’t read anymore. Closing the book and setting it beside us, I remained there, back against the headboard, breathing silently, and watching her.
In a way, it was like I wasn’t even there, or if I was, she didn’t care that I was aware of her gaze. No words can relate how wonderful it felt to have a beautiful woman gaze at my erection the way she did. I needed her to see it for real, but with no way to take off my briefs without causing both of us to move, I slid my fingers into the overlap of my underwear and drew my erection through the pocket of fabric.
I waited. My heart pounded.
Mom’s eyes beheld it. She sighed and gazed. I took her hand and brought it close. She gently traced the shaft with a fingertip, from the underside, over the tip, down to the base, and back again.
When she finished, Mom’s eyes moved from my erection to my face.
I took my penis in hand and cranked it towards her. She let it approach her mouth. When I touched her lips with the knob, she planted a soft kiss upon it. Mouth agape in nervous anticipation, I uttered, “Mate with me like this, Mom–with your mouth on my penis.”
She stared at it for what felt like forever, and then her hand came up and took the shaft from me. I closed my eyes. I felt her soft fingers explore up and down its length–not stroking, feeling. When she let go, I opened my eyes again.
Mom rolled onto her tummy. She crawled closer to me on her elbows, eventually hooking her armpits over my thighs. She glanced at me, and I could not read her face. Then, she bent her head down. I could only see the piles of her blond hair, but I heard her take a short breath.
And then I felt her lips begin gathering up my erection. Her tongue was like a warm, wet, and very pliant trough that cradled the underside of my penis as it ventured deeper. Progress stopped about halfway down. Then I felt her lips close around my girth, embracing it and securing all that she had gathered.
I felt tight suction and sudden release. My penis still firmly in the clutch of her lips, I heard a slosh. My penis was suddenly awash in her hot saliva. A moment later, I felt her suction once again, but this time when it ended, she gulped. I groaned. Mom hummed. Then, her head began to steadily rise and fall in my lap.
“Mom,” I gasped. “Oh, my gosh.”
She hummed gently.
I caressed the back of her head. “Thank you for sucking it,” I murmured.
She hummed, and there was a kind of affirmation about the sound–a kind of “yes” to it.
I let her know how good it felt.
She hummed sweetly.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes; I just wanted to hear and feel. I listened to the wet, sticky noises her lips made as they glided. I heard the sloshes and gulps. I felt the aching steadiness of her pace, up and down. She wasn’t in any rush; she was mild and loving. She sucked on my penis like it was a thing very dear to her.
Looking down again at her head, I asked if she could take more into her mouth.
She hummed.
Soon, each descent of her lips gathered most of my erection. An inch or so remained dry and untouched. My erection flexed at the experience of having so much of its length in her mouth.
My climax was near, but a thought occurred to me. The difference between ejaculating outside and inside of Mom’s anus had been stark. Being sexually joined at that moment was so, so much better.
“Mom,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop when it comes. Please let me ejaculate in your mouth.”
The hum that came from her was unclear to me. Had it been alarm? Had it been consent? I didn’t know. Every part of me trembled with mounting energy. I grunted. I could not hold back, and I didn’t want to.