Let It Flow

Mom holds you as if you were hanging from a great height and that if she loosened her grip for even one second you might slip from her arms and be lost forever.

“Mom.” You say softly as you stroke her long, soft hair. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Everything is okay now.”

“Sorry.” She whispers and lets out a shuddering breath. Lovingly she strokes your bare chest then kisses it. “I thought I might never see you again. I know it was silly but…but…”

“It’s okay.” You smile. “I understand. You’re a mom. It’s natural to be worried.”

She sniffles and tries her tears. “Especially about you.” She falls silent. Staring into your chest she continues to tenderly stroke your pec. “You were always so…precious.”

“A wimp you mean.”

“No. No baby.” She croons. “You just weren’t rough and rowdy, like the other boys. My boy was soft. Soft and beautiful and…perfect. You needed a little extra lovin, a little extra protection, that’s all.” She looks up into your eyes. “I’m glad you came. I want to see you as a Prince.” She strokes your face. “My pretty Prince.”

“Aw Mom.” You grin. “You’re gonna make me cry!”

“That’s okay baby. Cry if you need to. Mama’s here. Mama’s always here.” She pulls you into a snuggly, cuddly, snoozly hug and you let her. You hug her back, enjoying very much how warm and squishy and unbelievably soft her voluptuous body was. You had never felt so much supple flesh or breasts so big, each as big as your whole darned head! You enjoy it so much your comparatively tiny stiffy twitches a few times against her massive hog. “Mmm.” She kisses your forehead. “Let me take care of that for you.”

The next thing you knew the soft hand that had been petting your chest was sliding down your tummy and beneath the waistband of your underwear. A voice tells you to stop her, a voice that had been getting steadily quieter over the past few weeks. This time it is so quiet…that you ignore it completely. This time you let things flow naturally.

Mom reaches into your underwear and takes a hold of your hard cock. She grips it lightly, feeling its shape and hardness with her fingers and thumb. At a meager six inches how small it must feel to her, accustomed as she was to the huge lady cocks of your family. But on palming it she smiles warmly, clearly delighted by what you had to offer.

She begins to stroke.

“Ohhhh.” I you sigh as the softest, gentlest hand you had ever felt slides up and down your length. “Ohhhh Mom.”

She gazes into your very soul, the fingers of her other hand teases through your hair. “I love you Jesse.”

“I love you Mom.” You groan and turn to lay flat on your back to give her a better angle. She sidles up against you, her big left tit flopping across your lean chest. “Ohhh that’s nice.” Reaching across you take her ample boob in your hand and squeeze, her fingers sink easily into the supple flesh.

Her smile grows as she sighs happily. “Good boooy.”

The pair of you fall silent for a time as you slowly massage her soft breast and she softly strokes your hard penis. Her warmth. Her smell. That way she looked at you with a love so deep and so powerful that nothing in this universe could ever break it. From the first beat of your heart inside of her to the last breath she would ever draw her love for you was invincible and unconditional and profoundly holy. The love of a mother for her only son was a love unlike any other.

Her gaze glides up and down your body and face. Soaking in every detail with a glowing maternal adoration. Not one man alive, no matter how hot or handsome, could hold a candle to you in her eyes. Again and again and again she combs her fingers through your hair with such tender awe you’d swear she was touching the face of God.

You grip and massage the supple flesh of her breast, feeling the structure and texture of the tissue within the soft skin. You lightly grasp at her plump nipple, a nipple nearly as big as Allie’s whole breast. You feel the little bumps of the areola and big swollen nub of the nipple. Meanwhile down below her velvet soft palm and fingers stroke, stroke, stroke stroke. This all felt soooo good.

Leaning in she kisses your lips. Then your chin. Then your chest and your stomach and your belly button. She lets go of your dick and rising to a hunched over kneeling position she takes your underwear and pulls them down your legs and off of your body. Straddling your shins, her fat cock nestled between your inner thighs, she bends over and wraps her warm, plump lips around your twitching erection.

“Ohhhhh!” You melt back into the bed as your mother’s mouth takes you to heaven.

With that worshipful gaze she stares up into your eyes as she begins to slowly bob up and down. God! Your mom was sucking your cock! Sucking it and loving every second of it. It was so wrong. So very wrong. But FUCK did it feel good!

“Hmmm.” She coos softly, so softly, as she feels your manhood surge to its fullest. “Mmmm.”

Her mouth is so hot, so wet, her suckling, tonguing action so soft. She slips off of your tip and holds your wet dick in one hand like the most precious object in all the galaxy and dots it from bottom to top with long, lingering, savoring kisses. Her other hand so carefully gropes at your sack to fondle your balls. When she reaches the tip she wraps her lips around your knob and starts to bob once more. Holy shit! Holy fuck! Allie never went down on you like this! It was how she touched you. The noises she made. It was the love. It was the tenderness. It was the CONNECTION.

“Hmmm.” With another loving coo she bats her eyes and gazes once more into yours. Your orgasm hits you like meteorite.

“I’m gonna…!” You try to give her warning but it hits you too quick. “GNNNNGH!” Your dick throbs and you shoot a spurt of jizz into her sucking mouth.

“Mmmm!” Her big brown eyes widen and she stiffens a moment at the unexpected cum shot, though she very quickly settles. As she relaxes she begins to suckle the hot seed from your cock with all the attentive care she’d shown you throughout. There was no cringe at the taste or sense of awkwardness. Lovingly, dotingly, joyously your devoted mother swallows every last drop from her precious son’s pulsing balls. “Hmmmm.”