Feeding Amy Ch. 02
I stayed in my room for more than an hour before I left to take a shower. To be honest I was self-conscious that I had masturbated while mom watched. It wasn't the act of masturbation itself that troubled me but the fact that I knew my mother obviously didn't feel the same way I did. Now, after what had happened with her on the sofa and the way I had sucked her tits so furiously and kissed her mouth so deeply as a lover would do, the way I had lay on the sofa and shamelessly rubbed my clit until I came, I couldn't begin to know what she must think of me. And, I was a little uneasy.
I finished with my shower and blow-drying my hair at a quarter of one and decided that I was being a little silly. She's my mother, after all, and we love each other. There wasn't anything that we couldn't get passed. Besides, I had to face her eventually anyway and I couldn't stay locked up in my room afraid that she thought less of me now. So, I dressed quickly and headed toward the den and the kitchen. Mom was sitting on the sofa nursing my sister when I walked into the room. When she saw me, she smiled a little apprehensively and looked back down at Andrea.
"Hi, mom," I said brightly, maybe a little too brightly.
"Hi, Amy," she smiled at me again.
"Have you eaten?"
She shook her head. "I was about to fix something after I feed your sister."
"Don't worry, mom," I said. "I'll put something together."
I made some sandwiches and opened a bag of potato chips, which is what we normally eat for lunch. Mom and I sat at the kitchen table, neither of us speaking for several minutes. I will admit that there was a little tension in the air and that was understandable. I wanted to say something, anything that would make things right between us but I was simply too embarrassed to bring up what had happened. Then, mom broke the silence.
"I was thinking about frying some chicken for supper," she said. "I've been wanting fried chicken for so long."
"And mashed potatoes," I said, licking my lips.
"With cream gravy."
We both started laughing. It's funny what will break the ice and set things right when they go wrong. All of a sudden, mom and I were talking and laughing, planning all sorts of exotic meals we would probably not make but it didn't matter because we were friends again. The tension was gone and we stayed at the table much longer than we usually did. I vowed at that moment that I would never again attempt to make love to my mother, even though I had wanted her more than I would have thought possible.
Mom left the kitchen to check on Andrea, then came back to help me clean up. We spent the rest of the afternoon making fried chicken, mashed potatoes with cream gravy, green peas and corn on the cob. I even baked a chocolate cake. Once, mom left to feed my sister and, even though the urge to watch was stronger than I had expected, I stayed in the kitchen.
"You realize that we're going to get fat if we keep eating like this?" she laughed when she came back to the kitchen.
"Yeah, but it will be fun."
"You won't think so when your little butt gets broader than the front door!"
We finished supper around five and ate while it was still hot. It was great sitting around the table with mom, as we had for years, talking about anything and everything. That morning and all that happened was just a vague memory. Well, maybe not vague, but we weren't letting it get in the way of our relationship. Neither of us mentioned any of it and maybe that was for the best.
After supper, mom and I watched television until ten o'clock. I sat in dad's recliner while she lay curled up on the sofa. Once, around seven, she brought Andrea into the den and nursed her. I will admit that it was difficult, but I managed to keep my focus on the television and not look at mom's breasts.
"I guess I'll go take a shower," I said, stretching my legs.
"That's a wonderful idea," mom said. "Though I think I'll settle for along, hot bath."
I had already taken a shower around noon but I needed to stand under a hot spray of water and think. I was confused by the feelings that I had for mom and I wanted to try and sort them out. Although all was well between us I still couldn't get her out of my mind. Why did I want my mother sexually when I had never wanted a woman that way before? I told myself, as I stood in the shower, that it was just a silly infatuation, and that in no time I would forget about it and everything would return to normal.
Still, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I could still taste her milk and feel her nipples in my mouth. Mom's nipples in my mouth were like no other feeling in the world and I had enjoyed it. I had loved the feel of her soft lips on mine and the taste of her mouth as I kissed her deeply. She was so feminine and soft and being with her that way had been the most erotic event of my eighteen years. The truth is I had no desire to be with a woman except mom, so why was I so enamored with her?
I turned off the water after twenty minutes of long, hard thinking and stepped out of the tub. It took another ten minutes to dry my hair and I wrapped a dry towel around my body. When I stepped into the hall I heard mom calling me from her room. When I stepped through the door, mom was sitting on the edge of her bed, a hesitant, apprehensive expression on her face. What surprised me most, though, was that she had a bath towel wrapped around her like I did. Mom had always gotten dressed after a bath, either in street clothes or a nightgown.
"We need to talk, Amy." She stood up and looked around the room as though she wasn't sure what to do.
I nodded. There was nothing to say because I was certain I knew what she wanted to discuss. She obviously wanted to tell me that what we had done earlier was something she was uncomfortable with, that grown women don't behave that way. I had thought that everything was fine. All afternoon we had laughed and talked like the best of friends we've always been.
"I don't know how to begin," she said softly. "What we did this morning, what I did-"
"Mom, it's ok," I interrupted gently.
"No. Please, Amy, let me finish."
There was probably no more than three feet separating us and I wanted to close that distance and hug her tightly, tell her that everything was ok. It was obvious that mom was miserable and I hated to see that. But, I kept my silence.
"I knew that you were curious about breastfeeding and wondered what breast milk tasted like. I nursed you when you were a baby but that was so long ago that you couldn't possibly remember anything about it. I honestly started with the best of intentions but the feel of your lips on my nipple, the light grazing of your teeth...well, I couldn't help it. I became aroused.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry for the way I behaved this morning. You're my daughter and I love you so much. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did and it made me ashamed of myself. I just don't want you to think bad of me because I...well...had an orgasm."
"Mom, I have a confession to make. It's true that I was curious about breast milk but I really wanted to suck your tits this morning. The truth is I wanted to make love to you and sucking your gorgeous breasts was the next best thing. I can't tell you how excited it made me feel when I realized that you were aroused."
Mom looked at me, her expression dumbfounded. "You mean you were aroused, too?"
"Why do you think I kissed you the way I did?" "I...Oh, my," she said softly, and then laughed. "All day I thought I had done something wrong. I must seem so naïve to you."
"No, mom," I smiled. "I don't think you're naïve. I think you are so beautiful, so alluring that it almost takes my breath away.
She sucked in a big breath of air and laughed nervously. "So, what do we do now?"
I knew the answer, without even considering it. I had gone into her room thinking she was about to tell me that grown women don't make love to each other, and certainly not a mother and daughter. But, she wanted me! Mom wanted me as badly as I wanted her!
"That's easy," I smiled, loosening the towel and dropping it to the floor at my feet. I stood in front of my mother, completely naked, as the fires of lust returned to a raging inferno. I stepped forward and loosened mom's towel and looked deeply into her eyes. "I want you so bad, mom. I want us to be more than mother and daughter."
"So do I, Amy," she said softly. "Please...kiss me like you did this morning."
I took mom's face in my hands and kissed her gently. We groaned softly in unison as our lips touched. Mom and I looked into each other's eyes as we kissed lightly, our lips barely touching. Then, as if it had been scripted, she parted her lips and eagerly took my tongue into her mouth. Mom and I held each other tightly while we kissed, our breasts pressed together.
Mom stepped back from me, with her breathing erratic and legs trembling, and then pulled the covers down on her bed. We slipped into bed and lay on our sides facing each other. Our hands caressed while we lay together kissing passionately. I could feel my pussy gushing juices and my nipples felt as hard as rocks. I slipped a hand between mom's legs and combed fingers through the thick triangle of her blond pubic hair. She gasped softly when I slipped a finger into her wet, slick love channel.
"You're wet, mommy," I groaned into her mouth.
"You make me wet, Amy. I can't believe my beautiful young daughter is making love to me."
"I can't believe my dreams are coming true," I smiled. "And I want to drink your milk, mommy. I'm hungry for your sweet milk."
"Yes, baby!" she moaned. "Feed from mommy's titties!"
I rolled mom onto her back and began licking the soft massive globes of her breasts. I wanted to taste her skin before I drank her sweet milk. Mom's eyes were on me, yet it didn't cause awkwardness in me; having mom stare at me while I loved her gorgeous breasts was a big turn on to me. I slipped between her long legs and hovered above her as I continued to savor the feel of her soft skin on my tongue.
When I took one of her nipples into my mouth, she sucked in a deep, sharp breath. Her hands, which had been gently caressing my back, were now holding my head pressed gently to her breasts. I could taste the delightful flavor of her warm milk and I began to suck her nipple greedily. I sucked, bit and chewed on her nipple before releasing it and attaching the other with the same greedy and lustful desire. Mom arched her back and pushed her pussy up against mine. I could feel her soft pubic hair brushing against my soft, shaved mound.
"Yesssss! Oh, my sweet baby, make love to me!"
Mom wrapped her legs around my waist and began rocking her hips as I alternated between her nipples, loving them and taking her milk into my mouth. Making love to my mother was more erotic than any of the boys I fucked in high school. Her soft, feminine skin felt good on my body that was becoming white-hot with desire.
I moved down between her thighs to her treasure, the one place I had been dreaming about for days. I stared at the neat triangle of soft, blond hair and the pink lips that glistened with her juices. I touched my nose to the patch of hair and inhaled her fragrance deeply into my lungs. She smelled so wonderful! I lightly rubbed my lips over mom's pussy hair, relishing the soft feel of it on my lips and face.
I looked at her pussy lips for a moment, and then spread them wide with my thumbs. I sucked in a deep breath. I had never been this close to a woman's pussy before and knowing that it was a pussy and belonged to my beautiful mother, sent ripples of excitement shooting into the depths of my being. Then, without another delay, I touched the tip of my tongue to the pink, wet meat of mom's pussy.
"OOOHHHHH!" mom groaned loudly.
I began to lick her lips and sex-swollen clit, flicking my tongue over her secret treasure eagerly. The taste of her was intoxicating. Mom's hips began to rock slowly, moving her wet pussy up and down on my mouth as I continued to bathe her cunny with my eager tongue. Each time I flicked her clit with my tongue, mom groaned loudly. I looked up and over her massive tits into her face and saw unbridled passion in her lovely blue eyes as she watched me eat her cunt.
"Yes, baby!" she hissed. "Eat mommy's pussy! Make mommy cum!"
"MMMMM!" I growled. "I want you're cum, mommy!"
Mom's hips began to move faster. She grasped my head with both hands and held me tightly to her dripping wet pussy while she humped my face. I continued to lick the savory meat of her treasure. Bathing it with my tongue and taking delight in the way I made her feel. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to give my beautiful mother pleasure and bring her to the best orgasm of her life. I knew she was about to cum. The erratic way her hips moved, the harsh grunts that came from her mouth and the hard, glazed look of desire in her eyes told me she was close.
"I'm gonna...BABY, SWEET, BABY, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"
Mom's hips bucked wildly, out of control. I began to eat her pussy with a fierce determination as she grunted with pleasure. Her thighs tightened against my face and she rode me hard. My face was drenched with her juices and she continued to furiously rub her slick pussy against my face.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed suddenly.
I moved back from her pussy and a second later she erupted into orgasm. I was happily surprised to see that mom came just as hard and as much as I do. A flood of cum gushed from her pussy and I opened my mouth to take some of it in. Mom sprayed my face with a thick stream of cum at least three times. My face and hair and breasts were drenched with her sweet pussy cum.
Her ass, which had risen from the bed when she began to orgasm, finally settled back onto the mattress. She was gasping softly as she smiled at me. Mom's face had a beautiful radiant glow as she lay basking in the glow of her sweet but intense orgasm. She rolled out of bed and had me lay down where she had been, then reached down and picked up the towel she had worn around her sexy body earlier.
"I made a mess, didn't I?" she asked with a chuckle, as she wiped cum and pussy juice from my face and hair and tits.
"It was good, mom," I smiled. "I love eating your pussy and I love the way your pussy sprayed cum all over me! That was so hot!"
"Well, I watched you masturbate this morning and I saw the way your pussy gushes cum. I'm looking forward to being soaked, too!"
"I love you, mom."
"I love you, too, Amy," she said softly. Mom tossed the towel on the floor beside the bed and crawled between my spread legs. She lowered her body and lightly kissed my lips. "Is this the first time you've been with a woman?"
"You made such wonderful love to me," she said softly. "I loved every minutes of it."
"Does this mean we're lovers?" I asked hesitantly.
"I hope so, baby." Mom's voice was soft and husky with love.
Then she kissed me. The feel of her soft lips on mine brought a groan from me. I parted my lips and took mom's tongue inside of my mouth and delighted in the feel of it as our tongues touched, caressed and swirled around together. We writhed together while our hands touched and caressed. I could feel the heat from my pussy and the trickle of my juices as they ran down my thighs onto the mattress.
Mom kissed my lips, my face and the soft skin of my neck, and then moved down to my tits. She took a nipple into her mouth and I sucked in a sharp breath. She sucked my nipples and chewed on them, sucked and licked and kissed the small, soft globes until I thought I would go mad with desire. I held her lovely head in my hands and combed my fingers through her satin-soft hair.
Mom took her time with me and loved me in a way that no man had ever loved me. Her lips and tongue sent ripples of electric jolts deep into my tummy as she kissed and licked my tits and tummy. I watched her as she loved me and it was the most stimulating experience to know that my mother, the woman who had raised me and loved me for eighteen years, was making such breathtaking love to me.
"Oh, mommy!" I gasped.
"Do you like what I'm doing, baby?"
"Yesssss!" I hissed.
Mom finally scooted down further between my legs until she came face to face with my sopping wet pussy. She stared at it for a long while and I saw the look of appreciation in her eyes. Her hands on my thighs caressed slowly as she continued to lie between my legs and look at the treasure between my spread legs.
"So soft and puffy and sexy," she murmured softly.
"Do you like it shaved like this?"
A lot of guys have eaten my pussy but I can't even begin to compare them to the feel of mom's lips and tongue on my mound. It was intoxicating! She spent a long time just licking and kissing my mound before she finally slipped her tongue between my wet, pink lips. I gasped loudly. She licked every inch of my pussy, up and down between my spread lips, occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue against my swollen clit.
I grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them while I watched mom eat me. I rolled and pressed the small globes together, pinching and pulling the hard nubs of my nipples and gasping loud with desire. I heard myself grunting – loud successive grunts, over and over while the fires of lust burned brighter and hotter with in me. Mom's tongue was driving me insane and I knew that it wouldn't be long before a mind-numbing orgasm rolled over me with an indescribable force.
I guess mom knew what she was doing to me. All at once, she attacked my pussy with a vengeance and began to eat me with a fierce intensity I had never felt before. I hissed loudly through clenched teeth. Mom held my thighs as I began to buck and writhe wildly with passion. She worked my clit with her tongue with quick, unrelenting flicks and I cried out with pleasure.
"I'm going to cum, mommy!"
Her eyes found mine and I knew why she was looking at me. Mom wanted to watch my face while I came and this, more than anything, brought me to orgasm. Just as I had done, mom back away from my pussy a little and began to rub my clit with her fingers. I gasped with delight when a thick stream of cum erupted from my gaping pussy and drenched her face. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I came with the most powerful intensity imaginable.
After the last drop of cum spilled from my burning pussy I opened my eyes. I lay gasping and trembling, as I looked at my mother whose face was just as drenched with cum, as mine had been earlier. There was a smile of satisfaction and love on her face as she looked up over my shaved mound and into my eyes. I don't know what happened then but I lost it. I sat up and took her face into my hands and began to lick her face clean of my juices and cum. I was like an animal for a moment, devouring its prey.
Finally, I fell back onto the bed, gasping softly, body trembling. Mom crawled beside me and took me into her arms. We kissed softly with a quiet, easy passion, holding each other tightly. Our eyes were open and staring while we kissed.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" she asked with a soft, loving voice.
"Yes. I want to fall asleep in your arms." I touched her face lightly and she kissed my fingers.
"I'm glad this happened, Amy. I know it may be wrong but I can't imagine going on without you as my lover."
"I will always be your lover," I said. "Hold me, mommy."
We fell asleep in each other's arms. We didn't put on nightclothes, both of us wanting to lie together naked, to feel the softness of our skin pressed lightly together. I slept better that night than any night before and didn't even know when mom got out of bed later to feed my little sister. And I dreamed of my beautiful mother, holding me, kissing my lips and making sweet love to my body.