Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

I kissed and licked her cleavage, where the little bra was deeply cut out, and then I planted my mouth upon the point of her nearest jug. My saliva dripped upon her and my tongue flipped across the nipple that made a strong, proud point in the flimsy nylon cup. Her tit heaved as I sucked it, and it occurred to me that I'd probably not mouthed her breasts since I was an unweaned baby. But I wasn't a baby now, and she was my mother, but it didn't seem to count. Not now. She needed to be comforted, and this was the best kind of comfort I could give her.

My hand moved to her crotch, strumming the front of her panties. Her pussy hair rustled beneath when I touched her, and she trembled. I heard her say "Jenni," but it wasn't a command to stop. That I was sure of.

And then I put my hand inside her panties, right onto the dark-fuzzed mound of her cunt. She was warm, even moist, and she made a fluttering "ohhhh" when my fingers gently caressed the lips of her slit. Two of them slipped inside, gently once more, and the incongruity of it occurred to me for a moment. Eighteen years ago I'd popped into the world by way of that very hole, and now I was going back inside. Her tit wobbled in my mouth when she cried out, and I worried it with my lips and teeth, making her cry out again.

My God, she was my mother, and I was coming on to her the way Kendy Purvis had done to me the first night we shared a room! It should have been obscene and horrible, but I didn't feel obscene, and certainly not horrible. A demon inside me was pulling the reins and I was doing as I was bid.

I got her panties down, down to her knees, and she kicked them the rest of the way off. Her legs parted and, when I took my mouth off her tit, I could see the glory of her cunt. It was beautiful, fluffed in dark curls that veiled her pink slit, and I found myself wondering how she'd look if she were shaven, the way Kendall and I were. Maybe.

Fuck maybes! Maybe there'd be no maybes! "Why don't you take off your bra?" I suggested, unbuttoning my shirt.

"Jenni," she said again, nothing else. She slipped out of her brassiere and her bared tits jiggled in a graceful manner that made my heart ache. I threw my shirt to the floor and went onto my knees, tugging down my panties. Mom reached out, her eyes a pair of blue blanks, and she helped me out of them. I lay back down, and so did she, our heads reversed. She didn't move.

I did, though. My head neared her crotch, sniffing the wonderfully grown-up aroma of her cunt, and I couldn't control myself. I got a mouthful of her pussy hair, my tongue diving through it to assault the lips of her snatch. They parted for me, and I plunged inside.

Her clitoris was big and beautiful, a woman's bud that seemed to dance into my mouth. My tongue grazed it and I heard her moan, and then I was pulling her cunt-lips apart so I could suckle her trigger.

It vibrated as my lips tugged it, and as I sucked, I used my fingers on her twat. She was slick, a bright-red inside, a lovely bright-red, and the taste of her cunt was beyond description.

"Stop," she pleaded, unconvincingly, "please, Jenni."

I didn't stop. I let go of her clit and stabbed my tongue into her pussy-hole. She moaned and writhed and bucked so hard I thought she'd rock me off her. My hands clutched at her hips, and I rolled with her, and then I felt her hands reaching for my ass and I knew it was okay.

"I don't know…" she said. "What are we doing?"

I lifted my butt and planted my cunt on her face. She made a muffled protesting sound, but her lips vibrated along the slice of my shaven cunt, making me blink in agitated response, and I squashed my pussy down on her with a vengeance.

She'd never eaten a cunt before, it was clear. Her tongue brushed my slit, but inexpertly, hesitantly. I used mine in her gash to show her how it was done, and she began to get the idea. Her tongue flitted with a bit more confidence, teasing the lips of my cunt, and I knew that she was tasting my pussy-cream. Indeed! And from the growing vigor of her licking I knew that she found the flavor acceptable.

I giggled into her pussy and munched it more determinedly. Mom liked that. She wiggled and moved beneath me, but her thighs lifted, clamping on the sides of my head. I could have taken my face away if I'd wanted to. I didn't.

It wasn't like with Kendy. She and I were crazy about one another, and when we got together, it was more like a rape scene. Somehow that didn't seem to be the thing for now. I supped at Mom's pussy with careful, loving strokes, moving slowly enough to keep her warm but not frightened.

I couldn't say the same for her, though. Once she'd gotten a mouthful of my twat-juice, it didn't seem she could be held down. Her fingers dug into my ass as it rocked and bounced atop her face, and her tongue savaged my slit with a skill born of growing excitement. When she batted my clitoris, it was like the fluttering strum of a hundred tiny, tiny fingers, and she was doing it all with her mouth. She was a natural cunt-lapped, once she got the hang of it.

How, why, was this happening? I tried to ask myself. The answer didn't seem important. Mom needed love and comfort, after the shock of seeing me and my father naked together, and this was the best kind of love and comfort I could give her. Maybe things wouldn't seem so traumatic when it was over, or maybe they'd seem even worse – but on the other hand, I'd already been balling my own daddy for almost a month without knowing it, and this couldn't be a much more terrible offense.

The only danger was that her increasingly active tongue would bring me to a big creamy come before I could do the same to her. I didn't care if I came or not… Oh, strike that! Sure, I care, and I cared more each time she whipped my trigger with her tongue and lips. But she was the important member of this team. I had to take her mind off her troubles, make her forget about shooting Roy or doing something else just as drastic, and if I could give her one great, knock-out orgasm, that would be a healthy start.

I worked my fingers into her splayed pussy and used them alternately with my tongue. She appreciated it, especially when I put two of them into her hole and began to crook them inside her. Her cunt was comfortably snug, and I remembered Roy telling her just that, the afternoon of the wedding when I'd spied on them making it. Something else – what? – oh, sure! Mom had spoken then about something they had to tell me, something apparently important. I'd figured later it must be the big news about adoption, but guess what? Well, I knew now, anyway, and I suppose fate had run its appointed course. The trick now was to keep my indiscretion from ruining Mom and Roy's life again. They were my parents, my blood parents, and I owed them that much in return for bringing me into this world of fun and games.

Games. It was all a game. It had all been a game from the beginning. I'd seduced Roy as a game, kept after him as a game. He was a good fuck, true, but there had to be plenty of guys in the world as good as he was.

Back to the game at hand, the biggest game I'd ever played.

I pronged Mom's cunt-hole with my fingers, teasing and tickling, and she began to do the same to me. When she got all her fingers into my pussy and then twisted her hand counterclockwise while sucking my clit, it was all over! I gushed a gallon of girl-cum into her face, took mouthful of her pussy and sucked desperately in the hope that I could give her as good a cream as I was getting.

She fought with her cunt, trying to climax, but not until I nipped her button did she give a tender wailing cry and lunge her snatch up at me. It was wet and hot, and I sucked up the juices of her orgasm, nuzzling her cunt with my lips till her tormented writhings subsided and she lay calm and still beneath me.