I extended an exploring middle finger and found her damp at her juncture. I bent to suckle her buds, and then peppered her face with kisses, before giving attention back to those ruddy round caps. She was sighing and making weak protest with mews of “mm’mh” and “nn’uh, uh-ahh . . . oouh, noo.” I moved down to make my own homage to her nether region where Shannon had, but dad not so much. Now I did the honors and her legs parted involuntarily as my face prayed and preyed and played; I worshiped, I feasted, I frolicked. Oh the fun we had with tickling of another type!
She with her secrets revealed and opened before me, and I my confessions made with silent tongue which delved into them. As I came back, climbing the bed like it was a cliff, making for her cleft with my prick-ax, the cliffhanger of whether we were going to have sex was no longer in question. I shucked my loosened trousers, like a snake shedding its skin, flipping the shoes off as the garment sloughed to the floor at the foot of the flat expanse that was now our passion’s pleasure platform. My birth mom’s thighs cradled me as I prepared to return inside her, my baby-maker member probing at her crotch.
I rested on her chest, her bosom pressed so soft against my chest. Our lips engaged in serious mutual eagerness, to mingle, as if to consume one another. Her hands roamed my back, squeezed my butt cheeks, went to tangle in my hair. I clutched her shoulders, to hold her to me, for leverage of my hunching hips, for the love of being so close physically and emotionally in this wonderful moment. My knees found purchase in the mattress; I made the movement which brought my instrument of overflowing love and burning desire to the damp crack – that held the slick slit – that opened to the hot hole – that led inside my mother. I pushed at that place of feminine mystique and went into the world of wonder and maternal welcome.
I could feel the entry, a sliding of super sensitive skin stretched tight over the straining phallus that my rod was. Like a probe of advanced scientific development, every square millimeter was aware of its surroundings. It broke through the initial outer entryway, the portal petals parting to allow the blunt bulb to bull its way past. Engulfing heat and wetness swallowed the meat, cooked the sausage that soaked in it, boiled the beef in the pot of Danni’s carnal cauldron. For long moments as I sank into her body, when I reached the full length of my cock in her cunt, I just held it there. But soon the urgency to rut and ram and run my prick in and out of that most exquisite of places invented by God took over, and I was doing the rabbit.
Huma-humpa-humpa-hump, thumpa-thump, the bedsprings rocked and twanged with my pounding. Mom Danni just lay under me taking my driving prick in her pussy with no protest. Just accepting of her son’s heaving hard-on as it sawed her sex in sweet excitement. But then she approached her first climax, buckling her body, banging her pelvis to clap at the loins of her boy. Slap-pap-slap-pa-pap-slap, the smacking of middles clattering to join the creaking of the wood frame. The whole bed shook so much it seemed a wonder that it didn’t fall apart, so agitated were the jumbling gyrations of our furious fucking.