When I lifted my head to stand up and put on my clothes, my mom held my shoulders, saying...
"Don't worry about it, dear... He won't know what we did," my mom said, calming my thoughts, then lying her body on my chest.
Seeing me calm down, my mother got off me to change positions, now sitting on my head facing my penis, which was starting to soften. Without being told, I immediately kissed her vaginal lips, and she bent forward to follow my lead.
Her hands reached for that fleshy, veiny, boneless piece of skin, licking it like candy, devouring it like ice cream.
I began to feel aroused again, sucking on my mother's soft entrance, then thrusting my tongue inside.
"Aaahhh.. darlingggg keep going.. sooo good." My mother was overcome with pleasure. It felt a bit strange, slightly salty yet delicious as I swallowed the fluid, whatever it was called.
But gradually, I began to enjoy it, my tongue continuing to move around in that wet area until I found something the size of a green bean stuck at the top.
"Aaaaahhhhhh.." my mother screamed as I played with the small bean using the tip of my tongue.
"Ssshhhhh... Aaahhhh. Emmmm.. Aahhh... Emmm.."
Mom's moans were irregular because her mouth was full of my penis.
I lifted Mom's hips and moved them to the side. Mom understood my body language; she quickly stood up and sat me down again, but this time she was half-kneeling. Her left hand reached back through her crotch, grabbed my shaft, which was as hard as wood, held it, and guided it upward. Knowing what she wanted to do, I called out to her.
"Mom..."
She stopped immediately,
"What, dear?" she replied with a smile.
"Are you sure, Mom..? Are you sure it's okay, Mom..?" I asked, still a bit hesitant.
Without answering, Mom continued the interrupted activity and..
"Aaaaahh..., it's okay, my dear.. Mom is doing this because Mom truly wants it."
Hearing those words come out of Mom's mouth, I felt relieved and more relaxed, enjoying this intimacy. Even though she wasn't my biological mom, for some reason she knew exactly what I was thinking. At first, I was hesitant to do this; I was afraid Mom was doing this not because she wanted to, but because she wanted to please me, the spoiled child of the family.
Slap... slap... slap…
"Ahh... ahhh... yesss... ahhh... uhhhnn... it feels so good... yes... ahh... so good…"
Mom moaned incoherently, her voice mixing with the rhythmic sound of her ass slapping against my thighs.
I pressed my hips upward slightly, following Mom's movements, and she became even wilder. Like riding a horse, my mother lifted and dropped her hips. I accompanied her with a few countering thrusts.. aahh, so pleasurable,.. so tight and biting.. I pressed hard.. It felt like the tip of my penis was colliding and wanting to break through the walls of my mother's womb.
Just a few minutes later, Mom's body began to tense up, her hands straightened out slightly behind her and clenched tightly as if gripping something, her body writhing as if holding back an intense pleasure, her chest heaving, her breasts swaying up and down, and her face turned upward while her mouth continued to babble.
"Ahhh... yesss... yes... mmmh... ah... ah... yesss..."
"You're so naughty... I love you..."
"Mom... I... I can't take it anymore... ahhh... I'm gonna—!"
"Aaaahhhh...!"
Mom's long scream stopped her movements, her breath was labored, her body was sweaty and trembling like she had been electrocuted, her hands were clenched, and her legs were clamped around my waist. I could feel the vibrations of her body, then warm fluid poured over my penis inside her vagina. It seemed she had reached her climax.
Her body collapsed onto me. I gave Mom a chance to rest and catch her breath. A moment later, I kissed her lips again, hoping to arouse her desire, since I hadn't come yet.
Mom responded to my tongue, her breath quickening, a sign that she wanted to continue to the next round.
Now it was my turn to act. I rolled her body over and pinned her down, sucking on her lips while my hands firmly squeezed her breasts. Instead of feeling pain, she moaned in pleasure.
"Ahhh... mmmh... aahh..." Her moans grew louder, filling the room with raw pleasure.
I continued kissing her sweaty body, starting from her neck, chest, stomach, down to her legs.
Seeing that my mom couldn't take it anymore, I lifted her up, spread her legs, and inserted my hard shaft into her pleasure cave.
"Darling... ahhh, be careful, you might get addicted," my mom teased, her voice trembling between moans. "Nnngh... ahhh... mmmh…"
"It's easy, just ask Mom again..." I replied, out of breath.
"Ahh... you're so naughty, dear," Mom moaned, her tight muscles gripping me like a warm embrace. The sensation was overwhelming—every movement sent waves of pleasure through me.
The longer I thrust, the harder I went, and Mom writhed in pleasure from My genitals.
"Ahhh... Yess... slap me, baby... slap my tits!" she begged, her voice thick with need.
At first, I was a bit surprised that Mom asked me to slap her breasts, but I obeyed her wish.
Mom's hand grabbed mine, which was busy squeezing her breasts, guiding it to hold her neck.
After nearly half an hour of us wrestling on the bed, changing positions repeatedly, it seemed like Mom came twice.
Sweat was pouring down, breath was labored, and our bodies lay limp on the bed. That was the scene of me and Mom after satisfying each other's desires.
"Thank you, dear... you're amazing," Mom said, tilting her body toward me and playing with my nipple with her index finger.
"You're welcome, Mom... I never thought my mom would be this naughty with her son," I replied, then kissed her lips.
A moment later, Mom closed her eyes and fell asleep. I left Mom lying weakly on my bed. I took my clothes and a towel to take another shower, cleaning the mucus and sweat off my body.
~~~
"What did I just do? Why did I give in to my desires...? This shouldn't have happened!
How foolish of me! What if my father finds out someday? How would he feel knowing his only child betrayed him? I regretted it deeply.
I left the house after that incident. My destination was a roofless treehouse we had built together with my friends above a small stream; they were my classmates. There, I sat quietly, blaming myself. At that moment, I was deeply regretful; I needed someone, but there was no one. Most of my friends had started working after graduating from school. Only I had continued to university, and a few were still unemployed.
"Hey!! What are you doing alone there, kid?!"
The shout broke my reverie; it was Benny, my friend. We weren't very close, but what I needed at that moment was him, a friend.
Benny approached me, sat beside me, and started joking around and telling stories about the funny times in high school. He's pretty cool, hehe. Also humorous, always coming up with something funny to say.
As a result, I felt a little cheered up and didn't dwell too much on my sadness. In fact, I became closer to him. I didn't tell him what I was going through, because I thought it was a family secret that should be kept tightly under wraps.
"It's getting late, Ben.. Let's go back. Come over to my place sometime, we can play PLAYSTATION…" I suggested.
"Sure! But later, if I'm not busy," Benny replied.
"What are you busy with? Playing with birds?!" I teased him.
"Haha… Yeah, you know," he answered with a grin.
At that time, keeping birds as pets was still popular among men. Even my father joined in.
Thinking about my father made me feel sad and guilty again. What should I do now? I muttered to myself as I walked home.