Ron Taylor: X-rated mother

"I'm sorry, Mom," she said. "But when I saw you in that movie today – it made me so hot. You were fantastic. The way you moved, the way you spoke, your fingers, your toes curling – I love you, and I'm proud of you, and I want to make it with you. Here. Now. Right now. Please!"

"Oh," Connie sighed. "I've never – I couldn't…"

"You can," Stacy replied. "You really can!"

She eased Connie onto the bed, stretched her mother out full length, and crouched beside her. Connie lay on her back, looking up, her hands idle at her sides. "Stacy…"

"Mom, I'm no virgin either. I know what I'm doing."

Stacy bent her head down and anointed her mother's nipples with tiny beads of saliva. The nipples were already warm and rubbery, one of them was very stiff, and both of them responded excitingly. Stacy opened her mouth a tiny bit further as she moistened a pap, and it slipped between her lips. She trapped it there, sucking until it bloomed against the tip of her tongue. When she felt it rise harder, hotter, she released it and moved to its twin sister.

When Stacy had sucked and licked and tongued to her satisfaction, she lifted herself, smiled, and covered the breasts with her hands, squeezing until she heard her mother moan.

Part of it was the 'lude, Stacy assumed. Some people used them as aphrodisiacs, though for her own part she found them most useful as tranquilizers. Maybe they were having a different kind of effect on her mother. But a big part of it was that her mother was harried and tense and simply needed some TLC. And who else was around to give it to her?

Such a lovely, touchable body, Stacy thought as she touched it. She stroked with her fingertips from the rib cage to the fringes of Connie's pubic hair, applying a tender massage. Beneath the skin she could feel blood pulsing in veins, nerve ends twittering – or was it only her own blood coursing, her own nerves dancing in excitement? Stacy lowered her head once more and kissed her mother's tummy, just above the navel. It was a damp, open-lipped kiss, and her tongue darted out as she gave it. Stacy licked a ring round her mother's navel before inserting her tongue for a provocative simulation of the sex act.

"Oh!" Connie cried, her voice quite surprised by not at all indignant.

Stacy played a moment longer and then let her tongue glide south across Connie's groin, into the neatly trimmed pubic curls that adorned her mother's cunt. A nice cunt it was too, puffing like a bun between Connie's upper thighs, downed with hair and slit neatly down the middle. Stacy eyed it hungrily. The gash was a long one, with pinkish labia just visible in the crack. It had a look of cleanliness, too, and the only smell that emanated from it was one of natural femininity. It wasn't a fully aroused femininity. Yet, Stacy told herself.

She'd seen her mother naked, or nearly naked, before, of course, but she'd never appreciated what a knockout body her mother had until today in the movie house. And seeing it now was much more exciting than watching it on screen.

Stacy felt something touch the leg of her jeans. It was Connie's hand. Her jeans! She looked at herself. She was still fully dressed!

Stacy bounded to the floor. She pulled off her sweater, then wiggled out of her tight blue jeans. Undressing was a snap when you didn't fuck around with underthings, she thought smugly, diving once more onto the bed, and thrusting her head between her mother's legs. Her tongue shot out and she began to lick the slit that lurked so invitingly between the fluffy curls. Her tongue grazed the labial hinges, poked questingly at them, and dived into Connie's vaginal tract. The flesh within was soft, but it was dry to the touch of Stacy's tongue. That couldn't be tolerated!

The girl worked up a mouthful of spit and dribbled it out a little at a time, smoothing it into her mother's pussy. Connie twitched and twisted as her daughter's tongue grew mote impatient in its working, and she sighed aloud when Stacy located the red clitoral bud. She reached out with her hands, grabbing Stacy's bare leg where it stretched near her head, and the girl scooted closer.

As Stacy began to lick her way around her mother's clit she could taste the beginnings of a honeyed, syrupy wetness. It was sweet and tangy on her tongue and she lapped at it for a moment, temporarily abandoning Connie's sex trigger. Her tongue stole playfully up the canal in search of more, twisting, like a snake as it went, and Connie twisted too, as if she were trying to lift her ass from the bed and jam it into Stacy's face.

The bed swayed and rocked beneath them like the deck of a boat on choppy waters, and Stacy could nearly feel the warm sun blazoning down upon them where they lay. Stacy kissed her mother's cunt, then raised her head to call down a message. "Put your hand on me," she suggested. "Yes! Right there! Now rub me and squeeze me, just the way you'd do it to yourself. Oh, niiicccceeee!!"

Mom had the rhythm Stacy was searching for and as that soft small hand began to play her cunny like a piano Stacy returned to her oral loving. She spread her mother's gash and slurped her way up it, down it, all around. The clit was surprisingly large, but some of that was due to the stimulation it had already received. The nubbin was standing up proud and big like a pussy hard-on, and Stacy worked it into her lips for just a little more suckling. As she worried it with her mouth she could taste the ever-increasing flow of juices from the hole, and she put her finger into the gap, soaking it in Connie's fluid. From time to time she would release the trigger and suck her finger instead.

If Stacy had any doubts about her mother's honesty of response, they were stifled when she felt the kisses that began to fall upon the smooth silky flesh of her upper thighs. She didn't expect Connie to repay her in kind – not now, anyway. But the leg kissing, combined with the steady even squeezes on Stacy's cunt were enough to satisfy the girl. She scooted closer, so that her mother would not have to stretch if she wished to lip any flesh, and she threw her head back into Connie's gash.

Stacy used everything she had on her mother. Her fingers pried the delicate cuntal flanges and sometimes wiggled inside for a bit of play, and her mouth was constantly in action. She used her tongue in and around the slice, licking from the outside in and back again, with not-so-gentle reminders to her mother's clit from time to time. The cunt grew damper, more fragrant, as she ate it, and Stacy could almost smell the cum that was building deep inside her mother's body. She wanted to feel that cum throbbing against her sucking mouth, to use her tongue like a scoop as the juices began to flow, to have the red clit shivering and pulsating where her teeth nudged it back and forth – she wanted to hear her mother scream in joy – and most of all she wanted to burst with her own climax at the same moment, so that she and Connie could share the most erotically satisfying sensations a woman could ever know.

She didn't get it. Not exactly. Stacy worked furiously for her satisfaction, humping her puss into her mother's clutching fist, and she let her body swing and sway with the waterbed's tidal flow. She kept sucking and licking and fingering as she did it, stabbing fingers deeply into her mother to punctuate the intensity of her assault, and she could feel the flesh she loved and laved grow tingly with the oncoming explosion.

Connie's pussy contracted ecstatically with Stacy's finger buried to the hilt and Stacy's lips fastened to the elongated clitoris, and then Stacy felt the blast-off she had engineered. Warm, dripping juices bathed her face. She drank them greedily, stirring the pot with her tongue to produce more. Woman's cum was sweet and watery, unlike the thicker, stronger-tasting male juice, and as she slurped Stacy told herself that she had never sampled a sweeter hole than this, her mother's.