Pussy

She wore a deep-necked nightshirt that came down to just below her crotch. Her heavy breasts were obvious and naked beneath it.

She smiled at me, sliding closer to my bed. "What would my beautiful boy like this morning?" she asked, huskily. Her hips were canted and her auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders.

"Come here," I told her, "I want your pussy."

She moaned and slid up on to the bed, her warm mouth finding mine. Our lips and tongues played with one another as my hands found her breasts, kneading them through her nightshirt. I pulled on a nipple through the cloth and she gasped, then kissed me even deeper, her tongue alive against mine. My hands left her tits to slide down to her hips, moving her up and then down. I felt her hot, ready cunt accepting my rock-hardness. She enveloped me, her pussy slick as I entered her. She closed her eyes and sighed. She sat up, rocking against me and my hands slid up under her nightshirt to play with her heavy breasts, loving their warmth and softness, playing with her hard, thick nipples. Mom was rocking back and forth on me, lifting and lowering slightly with each rock.

"Oh yes, my baby boy. Oh yes. So good. MMmmm." My hands were kneading her tit-globes as she slowly, gently fucked her son. Her pace became faster and I could feel her pussy sliding up and down on my cock faster and more insistently.

"Good, Mom, good," I moaned as she started actively fucking me. Her tits wer bouncing fantastically and she threw her head back, pistoning up and down on me. I could feel my balls begin to boil and I pulled her town, pulling up her shirt all the way, sucking hard on her nipples, cupping them to my mouth as I began to come inside her. My dick was deep in her and she was groaning, whimpering, shuddering as I finished my last spasms.

We lay there for a moment, breathing hard. "Oh, Billy, thank you...," she whispered, her lips and breath hot against my ear. Her breasts were warm and plush against my chest. She slipped off my cock with a slick pop.

"Good Mommy," I whispered back. She slid off my bed and adjusted her shirt, her hands sliding over her curves and her dark eyes flashing.

"But, Mommy," I said, "You're not done yet." I reached out a hand for her. She took it and I pulled her down to kneel beside my bed, my hand going to the back of her head, wrapping my fingers tightly in her silky hair. "You haven't cleaned me off yet."

"Of course, darling," she said, and I pushed her head down onto my come and pussy-juice soaked cock, only slightly deflated now. Her mouth surrounded me, sucking. Her tongue lapped and swirled around me as she cleaned me off. My hand stayed wrapped tightly in her hair, feeling her head move up and down as she worked.

"Such a good mom," I breathed. Only slurping noises replied.