She bit her lip as if pondering, then, kicking off her pumps she said, “Okay… Now lie where?”
I directed her to the bed, having her lean back against the pillows propped on her elbows. Her legs she kept together as I crawled up from the foot of the bed. My hand first caressed her stocking covered ankle and then slid up her calf, feeling the contours of her toned leg beneath the fabric until rotating to her knee and then higher still. My fingers brushed the hemline of the stockings, examining the change from fiber to flesh. She squirmed beneath my touch.
“We’re being very bad, you know?” She said as she rubbed her legs together, her eyes locked on my hand.
“Probably,” I replied, my hand now rubbing up and down her outer thigh.
She lifted her hand and brushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Her breath appearing steady while my heart beat with a fury in my chest.
“I should stop you.” I watched her eyes rise up higher, taking in my chest, then arms, and then my eyes. “It would be the right thing to do.”
It was probably true, but we were far beyond that moment. We should have stopped way long ago. Perhaps even some time at the beach. We had our chance, but we chose not to heed it.
With purpose, I reached out and lifted her leg up, opening her thighs and baring her wet and hungry vagina to my lecherous gaze.
“Oh my god,” she said, though offered no resistance or retreat. “I can’t believe I’m showing my pussy to my kids,” she said with a partial laugh.
I smiled. “Hey, we’re adults now,” I said lowering my face to a foot away from her womanhood, her hips rocked up granting me access. “Besides, this Mom… is a beautiful pussy.”
If her cheeks weren’t already red, they would have blushed some more… amplified now by the fact my head was lowering closer to her slit.
My face stopped mere inches from her groove; my eyes darting up the dripping slit now gently parting as if asking to be kissed. This was the same hole I had come out of so very long ago. And here I was, a grown man, knocking at its door once more. It was like a beautiful present, a box if you will, complete with a tiny little bow of her dark red pubic hair, neatly puffed in a tiny little patch.
“Oh Mom, if you weren’t my mother…” I said followed by a sigh, my breath now tickling her, teasing her.
She flinched and rocked her hips with light moan. Both her hands were back on her breasts as she shut her eyes, feeling my breath upon her.
A wicked smile crossed my lips as I puckered my lips and blew, sending a warm column of air out of my mouth and across her gaping pussy.
“Oh Jason,” she shuddered, running a hand through her hair.
I blew again, this time directing the current up her slit, lashing her with my wind.
She moaned and her muscles flexed tickled and pleasured mixed into one intense wave of feelings.
And I went again, and again, shuddering and twisting my blows, forcing them to dance and pierce her wet slit as she writhed before me. I would focus on her pelvis, her lips, and then finally the tiny hooded clit nestled like the cherry on top.