Mother

I let Mother in and tried not to react to her nakedness any more overtly than my penis allowed. There was nothing I could do about the little bugger erecting himself and nagging at the universe in barely perceptible twitches.

“I need to get off,” she said, “none of the boys at the office will give me anything more spicy than dick so I thought I’d ask you. You can’t possibly have anything against well groomed pussy?” so saying she pushed her legs apart and spread her labia, tilting at the hips so I could see better. Her cunt had long protruding lips, and a modest triangle of fur above it, with roughly half an inch of clear skin of clearance. If you really didn’t want to touch the bush, there was no way you would fall in accidentally. You’d have to be a monumental dunce to have such poor aim.

“Pussy is pussy, mum.” I said, but added “You’ll need to get yourself a man at some point though. Me and Julie won’t be able to fill in forever.” She did have a tendency to rely on us for a lot of emotional support usually to be found in a mate. I thought to bring this up could provide some sort of leverage...

“Yes, yes,” she rolled her eyes, “I promise that when I find one you’ll be free of the terrible burden of having lots of sex with your withered old mother. For now though, please, would you be an absolute darling and lick my pussy?”

There really was no winning this game. “Of course, Mother dear.” I said, “And don’t be so harsh on yourself. No word could be further from accurately describing you than ‘withered’. Here, why don’t you sit up there and spread you legs for me?” I motioned to the washing machine. It made a sturdy table.

“Thank you, Frank,” she said, climbing on board, “I can’t wait to feel some tongue in me...”

I kneeled before her, and as I wouldn’t be called upon to speak any further I allowed myself to think. What was I doing? Just the night before I had reflected on the sound possibility of pussy-eating being doubly lethal! Yet here I was, getting started on the preliminaries, licking Mother’s inner thighs, licking her lower abs, licking anywhere but her cunt to buy a bit of time. Seconds went by and my floundering before the inevitable came up fruitless. I had to commit. I had to eat that pussy.

Bidding my sanity farewell, I closed in on the target. She tasted good already, outside the danger zone – as she should after a shower. Her skin was incredibly smooth, not the tiniest hint of hair anywhere but that patch up above. I could feel the shape of every tiny pore. At last I dug my tongue in between her fairly protrusive inner labia, and got a mouthful of her pussy. The first thing I discovered after a couple more frank licks was that my **** preparatory tease had been effective: Mother was dripping wet. The other thing was the foreign agent of doom. It was there, sticking out like a drop of lemon juice in water, and, even after insistently poking at its source, I felt no monstrous rush beyond the renewed arousal of my independently acting cock, which had slightly softened when I panicked. There was more to Mother’s cunt than simply being heavily trimmed: it was tame.

When after several seconds of gradually deeper tonguing appeared to leave me unchanged, I switched gears. I could afford a little aggression now; I could focus on the goal, getting the beautiful naked woman before me to come. Playing with her labia, I sucked more of her in my mouth, tasting every corner, every nook and cranny of her soft rugged skin flaps. I peeled Mother’s pussy wide open and dug around for her clit. I licked and flicked it with my tongue, touched it with a hint of tooth. In the short time it took for Mother to start cumming, I had time to legitimately enjoy myself a bit; as beneath the evil lemon, behind the knowledge of this perverse incestuous crotch kiss, was one phenomenal tasting pussy. I was damn near sorry for it to end, and definitely wondering what my dick would feel like nestled in there.

Yet all good things must come to an end; so was Mount Everest eaten by the Famous Eccles, so did the Angels **** Thordon, first of his name and least cruel ruler of the Solaric Empire, and so was Evie Oliver’s ecstasy cut short by a massive orgasm, in her bathroom, from her own son licking her sopping cunt.

I tried wiping the juice from my face in one go but there was far too much for one forearm. I had to re-cleanse those bits. Meanwhile Mother returned to the shower and rinsed her pussy out. She took her time, and I was able to exit the bathroom without further incident. There was one split second where I considered a proposition carried up to me from my loins about possibly asking for a little reciprocation, in the form of some nice dick-in-pussy action, but I quickly rebutted it. Defeated at last, my cock softened and I made on my way to get changed and prepare for school.

I would arrive later than usual, but that didn’t matter. I was impervious to the evil lemon in girl’s bodies. I could kiss them, fuck them and eat them out without becoming a sex-crazed zombie like the bloody rest of them. If I were less morally upstanding I might have been inclined to exploit my immunity to make my enjoyment of the Great Change greater than anyone else’s. If I really was secure, if I really no longer was ****, then I was a god here. What could possibly be better for the perverted mind than being the only one who remembers how fucking hellishly difficult it could be for some to get any kind of sex, in a world where sex is a commodity shared willy-nilly between friends, family and strangers alike?

Pushing those malicious thoughts aside, I packed my things, clothed myself for the winter chill, and set out for school.