In the Bathroom

You were let into the bathroom after your mother stepped through first, as if she was making sure the coast was clear, then she shut the door behind you. You decided to stand there and wait first to see what your mother would do. She didn’t disappoint.

The woman glanced at you on her way to the sink. She was still for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze then falling on you. She started to gather her dress up her legs. You swallowed, watching your demure mother gradually revealing her bare flesh to you. Her bare feet… her ankles… those calves… those incredible thighs… She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Your eyes almost popped out of your head seeing your mother expose her bare ass to you, that vulva looking like a sweet peach between her legs. And the woman stood there expectantly, clothes bunched at her waist, waiting for you to ‘cleanse’ her.

So you stepped up to your mother’s offered sex, taking a good look at it in the morning light filtered through the high bathroom window. It was a breathtaking thing. Puffy. Perfectly. Cleanly shaved. You could spy a glimmer of moisture between her lips. You had to reach out and touch it. Her soft mound was hot, and your fingers cold. She jumped a little but didn’t make a sound. You stroked her then, teasing your mom. You felt her getting wetter as your cock got harder. For her part, the woman you were playing with tried to keep still as you handled her. Occasionally she was made to squirm, letting out a sharp breath when your fingers brushed through her folds. The shallow dips made your tips glisten and seeing this made your mouth water.

Somehow you ignored your own bulging needs and got down on your knees instead. Now with your face level to the woman’s leaking pussy you had to taste her. Cleanse her with your tongue. Your mother couldn’t stifle her gasps as your lips met hers, and you drank at that sweet flower with depraved thirst. That strong, now familiar scent between her tasty crevices filled your nostrils. Your mouth was flooded with umi’s juices. She was flowing so easily now, like her body was making adjustments to keep her body primed for all of the deviancies that had been assaulting her of late.

“Ahyan…” she moaned, your name almost dripping off her lips. Her legs started to part a little, taking small steps to keep her balance as your tongue invaded her heating pussy. You sucked and lapped at her womanly hole, holding and stroking her thighs which she seemed to enjoy. “Yes… cleanse your mother… your mother needs cleansing…”

You had your eyes closed while you were eating her out, but now they shot open and your ears perked up. “Ohhh… Ahyan … my son… umi is so dirty… umi is filthy… I’m such a filthy mother…”

She went on like that. Her voice low but not so that you couldn’t hear. She wanted you to hear it. She wanted to confess her shame… and her lust. Her need to be cleansed so lovingly by her son’s talented tongue. You were panting at her flavour, her pussy covered in warm fluids. Some a lot of it your spit, perhaps even more of it her shameful arousal. Umi’s pussy juiced dribbled down your chin. “Yes… cleanse me… my filthy pussy… mother’s filthy pussy! Eee..EEEE!”

And your mother came, her legs shaking, her ass shuddering against your hot face. She oozed onto your tongue with each contraction, the slightly viscous fluids like runny honey and a sweet succor to you. You had your fill, gulping her warm eruption down, then lifted your head with a chesty breath.

“Ahhh…”

You stood, using your mother’s bare hips as leverage. The woman’s head was laying in the sink now, resting on her arms, her legs still trembling a little. Your rubbed her warm, fleshy ass cheeks and just took in the sight of it for a moment. That post orgasm glow and her dripping wet crack and thighs had you stiff as a board. Your turn.