Finish What You Started
"That feels so... so... so good, Marty," mom praised me. I sinfully enjoyed witnessing the oil I drooled upon her butt-cheeks trickle down into the Happy Valley that was the crack of her ass. I again loved how I could palm each cheek and there was still flesh remaining. I reveled as I massaged the outer swell of her ass.
"Ooooh that's sooooooo sweet," she purred, as I manipulated her hip muscles. She squirmed beneath my touch and I loved the feel of her legs rubbing along mine. I was thankful that I was above and behind her, while her head lay in her pillow because my cock was so hard it ached.
I couldn't take the torture anymore, I had to release my hold on mom's rear and start working on her back. I was afraid I was gonna lose the façade of composure I was displaying. My lust tormented me with images of me yanking down my pj's and mounting my Nightwish.
"Marty, you spoil me so rotten," she claimed as I massaged her lower back muscles. Tonight they were already soft and malleable. Still it was gratifying to feel her softness beneath my adoring hands. As I worked my way up her back, I had to continually lean further and further forward. This caused me to hover just above her and also for me to rest more of my body weight on her back.
"Sweetie, that's so nice," she purred as I stroked the back of her neck. From my leaning over position, occasionally my chest would graze on her butt cheeks. I could feel some of the oil that had transferred onto my chest. I internally laughed at the idea that I had my mom's butt prints on my chest.
"Ok sweetie, let me go to sleep on this cloud you've giving me..." she softly ordered. Turning her head to the side she continued, "...but first give me a kiss Goodnight." I leaned forward to give her a peck on her offered cheek. However as I did, she continued to twist around. My lips landed upon hers and we held our kiss for an eternal second.
With a smack of our lips, I dismounted my mom's body. As I stood, she laid there content. Leaving her room, she yelled out to me, "I luv you." Flicking off the light switch, I called back, "I love you, too." Closing her door, I knew I was the happiest man around.
Is there anything crappier than a rainy Spring Sunday? Having worked the day shift already, I was camped out at home in front of the TV. With no real sports worth watching, I had on an old movie -- Across the Universe, that's a favorite of mine. I was sprawled out on the sofa, when mom showed up in the living room. Like a typical chick, she was wearing a football jersey oblivious to the fact the Super Bowl was months ago and the next game was even more months away.
The fact that she was wearing a football jersey wasn't completely unusual. With her diminutive stature, she can wear a man's size jersey as a nightgown. Today she was wearing a throwback jersey of her childhood quarterback hero. It was a dark blue jersey with red and white trim and number 11 across the front. The sleeves reached past her elbow and the bottom hung to just below her knees. What was unusual was that it was only the afternoon and she was dressed for bed.
"You feeling alright?" I asked in gentle concern. I couldn't have my mother getting sick, as I was planning on progressing to Phase III of my plan.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just hoping to get my massage early and then take a nap."
"Sure," I said and reached to grab the remote to stop the movie. In a graceful and fluid move: mom grabbed my hand and laying her delectable figure along me, she draped my arm behind her neck.
"No, wait 'til this is over. I like this movie and it's almost over." I knew the first part was true as Across the Universe is a romantic musical that uses the songs of the Beatles to tell the story of a poor English immigrant and a rich American girl during the Vietnam conflict. I have always found it amazing how the writers were able to have the characters sing all those classic Beatles songs as a vehicle to tell the story. However, I also knew there was about an hour of the movie left; but with mom's warm, soft form now curled up alongside me, I wasn't going to point out this fact.
We enjoyed the rest of the movie in beautiful serenity. Having my mom's exquisite essence resting on me was its own delicious reward. When she nuzzled her head upon my chest, I was afraid she was about to fall asleep on me -- especially when she curled her nude, exposed legs on to the sofa. I loved looking upon her shapely white caramel limbs.
I knew mom hadn't fallen asleep as we laughed at the scene with Sadie and Jojo singing, "Oh! Darling." Then I felt mom humming, on my chest, to, "Happiness is a Warm Gun." Of course, she couldn't resist singing along to, "Hey Jude." We both sang along to the last song, "All You Need Is Love." At the end of the movie, when Jude sees Lucy across the rooftops, mom surprised me by twisting around and planting a solid, direct kiss on my lips. I reveled in how warm and soft her lips were as she held them to mine. Releasing her kiss, she proudly announced, "I luv you."
"My turn," she said next, as she stood up and held her hand out to me. When she went to pull me up, I playfully resisted. Grabbing my hand with both hands, she petulantly tugged at me to get up. Finally surrendering to her charms, I sprang up and stood directly before her, almost looming over her petite being. Moving surprisingly fast for a 41 year old woman, she bolted out the room and I heard her giggling as she ran towards the other end of our house.
"Did you get lost?" mom pouted as she sat on the edge of her bed; that is until I handed her a small wineglass of sherry.
"Marty, you spoil me so good," she toasted. Taking a couple of small sips, she placed it on her nightstand next to the already turned-on massage oil heater.
"Ok, time for you to work your magic." Pulling her jersey over her head, she completely removed it and tossed it towards the far side of her bed. As she relaxed on her bed, I was treated to her wearing bright red undergarments that would've matched the red trim of her since disrobed jersey. Her red bra had the matching lace styling that was prominently displayed in her panties. The main body of her panties were nylon with a lace pattern embroidered on it. Resting above that was a wide, decorative lace waistband. Unlike many of my mom's panties, these did not fully enclose her ass-cheeks. The bottom outer edges cheekily poked out from the leg openings. I drooled in appreciation.
Sitting alongside her, I was glad to be wearing jeans that hid the woodie I was now sporting. Pulling the bottle of massage oil from the heater, I discovered it was a new product that mom must've purchased herself. The bottle's label read, "Shunga Erotic Art," with a drawing of an oriental couple humping. Below that, it stated, "Erotic Massage Oil, Romance."
Opening the bottle, instantly the scent of strawberry invaded the room. "Doesn't that smell great? Now get to work and do your mom right."
I unhooked her red Lacie bra that matched those luscious panties that hugged her ass. Pushing the shoulder straps up and out towards her shoulders. "What?" she quizzically wondered.
"Let's get these out of the way," I confidently replied and starting with her left arm, she slipped the shoulder strap off. After her right arm slipped through the other strap, I nonchalantly pulled her bra out from underneath her -- as if it was perfectly normal to remove my mother's bra. Yet over her back, I held it high in the air symbolizing the mighty trophy I had just won. Then I proudly tossed it atop her discarded jersey.
I drizzled a cross upon her back starting at the base of her neck and running along the shallow valley created by her spine down to the edge of the bright red waistband of her Lacie panties. I drew the horizontal portion of her cross directly in-line with where her boobs lay beneath. Holding the bottle of oil about a foot above her, I let a thin trickle of oil start at the edge of her right breast meat that bulged out from underneath her body. I watched as the line I was creating ran up the slope of her side-boob, up her side, across the plateau on the right side of her back. The oil drooled down into the valley of her spine and up the other side of the shallow ravine. The oil glazed a line across the plane on the left side of her bare back and down the cliff that was her ribs until the oil dribbled down the side of her left side boob.
"Oh Marty, you are divine," she coo'ed when I started to caress the base of her neck. I had climbed onto her bed and was straddling her body. With my left hand, I combed my fingers into her hair and tickled the base of her neck. I watched with satisfied merriment as her body squirmed beneath my touch. Her body trembled as my fingers worked outwards to where my thumbs were fondling that tender spot behind her ears as my forefingers stroked her jawline. "Oh Marty, that's soooo gooood," she purred.
"Aaaah, that's sooooo nice," she murmured, as I worked on her softened trapezius muscles [the two large flat triangular muscles that run from the base of her skull, covering each shoulder and then down to the mid of her back.] I squeezed the meat of her traps at her collar as my thumbs dug into the edges near her spine.
"Oh God, that's it, Oh God Marty," she delighted as I ground the base of my hands into the plains that was the middle of my mom's back. Starting alongside her spine, I worked my way outward with each stroke. I continued the motion as my hands began to arc to the side. As I massaged her ribs, by flexing my pinkie out I began touching mom's offered breast-meat.
"Marty that feels so wonderful," she sighed as now both my pinkie and ring finger caressed her side boob as my middle and fore fingers touched her just above where the swell of her breast started. I worked diligently down the side of her body; now the motion of my stroking hands brought the meaty ball that's at the base of my thumbs in full contact with her side boob. I savored the change in texture as my hand transitioned from her ribs to the softness of her breasts. "Marty, you are wonderful."
When I reached her hips, I now reversed orientation working my way inwards towards her spine. I loved the shallow curvature her lower back had before raising up into her mighty ass. I hovered over her body and kneaded her spinal muscles while adoring the look of those bright red Lacie panties hugging her butt. Yet now it was time for them to go.
"Ok, now lift up," I commanded and she obeyed. With surprising grace, (since my hands still trembled) I tugged her panties down to her knees. Dropping her hips and raising her knees, I removed her panties and held them up for all to see the trophy I had just won. I tossed them atop her already removed bra and jersey. With those garments lying on the unused portion of her king-size bed, mom was now completely nude beneath me. "Easy there, buddy," she laughingly warned, as I climbed between her legs and using my knees, spread her legs open further. I sprinkled drops of oil on her magnificent ass-cheeks. Then without fanfare or hesitation, I began mauling mom's ass. Taking a handful of her butt flesh, I pressed down and squeezed tight.
"Oh, Ah, Oh god, that's..." mom moaned and I could feel her gluteus muscles relaxing from my attention. I had started on the outside swell of her butt and slowly worked my way inward.
"Oh that's it, that's it," she cheered. Every time my hand grabbed a handful of buttocks, my thumbs would hook more of her ass-cheek and spread it open. After a moment, my thumbs were all the way into her Grand Canyon and spreading it open.
"That feels awesome," she praised and I was rewarded by seeing her ass-crack in its full glory. It was a slightly darker caramel than the rest of her body. I could see the tight puckered ring that was mom's asshole. Even better was just below -- on full display was my mother's Pearly Gates.
As I continued to knead her softening globes, I could see that mom had a pretty pussy. Her inner pussy lips were thin strips of dark pink meat. Her outer lips were puffy mounds that framed her pussy perfectly. Even with the strong strawberry scent of the massage oil, I thought I could smell her sex and her pussy seemed to gleam with its own moisture.
"Oh Marty, that's it," she encouraged as I shifted my hands and the tips of my fingers dug into her inner thighs. Reaching down and scooping a handful of her soft flesh, I'd pull back. Instead of working my way towards hers knees, I headed north towards her Heaven. The outside edge of my left pinkie ran directly along her pussy lips. She said nothing but simply moaned in pleasure. I did it again and it felt as if my pinkie was on fire from touching her pussy. Next, my right hand reached down and pressing my pinkie even more on her pussy lips, I stroked her. Mom responded by arching her back and lifting her hips up.
Using my left hand, I reached between her inner thighs and palming the front of her right thigh, I slid my hand back towards me. A second stroke and my forefinger touched her outer pussy mound. A third stroke my forefinger glided along her slit as my middle finger touched her outer puffy lip. A fourth stroke and now my hand only massaged her pussy as my forefinger & ring finger caressed her outer pussy lips, and my middle finger threatened to sink inside her.
"You better be willing to Finish What You Started," mom growled as she raised her hips up further. I knew that this was my moment; it was time to jump off the cliff.
Reaching into her canyon with both hands, my fingers spread her open and mom's Pearly Gates invited me to come in. Lowering my head, my tongue extended out and with a broad, tentative lick, I tasted my mother's honey. It was sweet, delicious and I needed more. Sinking my head in closer, I began lapping my mom's pussy. She didn't object.
"Oh my god, oh god, I can't believe..." she started as I buried my face into her ass and my tongue reached as far as I could, licking her mound. She just sighed and moaned with pleasure as I licked her.
"Oh my, Oh my, Oh..." mom cried as I forced my tongue into her pussy. It eagerly accepted my invasion. I could taste my mom's wetness and it tasted wonderful. I could smell her sex and it was intoxicating.
"Oh...Oh, I can," she groaned as I began to caress her Paradise with my nose as my tongue tunneled inside her honeypot. My hands tried to pry her ass-cheeks further open to allow me greater access.
"Oh, Marty...Oh Marty, I can't believe...Oh yes," she declared as I bobbed my head back and forth, tongue-fucking her. I tried to shake my tongue around to reach every spot of her Pleasure.
"Oh sweetie...yes, yes, yes," she encouraged as I returned to lapping her pussy, flexing my neck to get a good long stroke across her pussy lips. She was divinely leaking pussy juice and I tried to lick it all up. She began pushing her butt back at me and I returned to tongue-fucking her.
"Oh god yes, Oh god, Oh my god..." she affirmed, "Oh god, Baby..."
"Oh god, you're gonna..." she panted, "Oh god, make me..."
"Oh god, You'reGonnaMakeMeCum," she rushed out and then she did. I felt her pussy shiver, while the rest of her body stiffened. A wave of heat rushed through her and crashed over me. She loudly sucked in a breath.
Her body dropped forward, her hips back in contact with the bed. She was gasping for air. Feeling quite proud, I enjoyed hearing her labored breathing.
Then she flipped over onto her back with the graceful quickness of a ballerina. I was still lying between her legs; with her knees bent and legs spread open, I gazed at Heaven. Her pussy was completely clean-shaven and her pussy lips shined with lust. Without a thought, I reached forward with my left hand and running my forefinger on her slit, I penetrated her.
As I joyfully fingered my mom's quim, I looked up the rest of her nude front-side. My eyes perused over her stomach. I gazed at the hills that were my mom's tits. Eyeing between her mounds, I saw mom looking back at me. As I continued to slide my forefinger in and out of my birthplace, I smiled at my mother.
When she smiled back at me, I rose up and latched on to the top of her puddin'. Letting my middle finger join my forefinger, I began licking the top of her pussy mound. Sliding my two fingers in and out of her Pretty, I searched for her Little Man in the Boat.
"Oh god, Oh baby, Oh god, that's it," she coo'ed as I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Rolling my tongue over her clit, I felt the pearl on the tip. Running my tongue around and over her pearl, mom's body danced on her bed. Mom reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair.
"Oh god, Oh god, Oh my fucking god, Oh fuck..." she cheered as she yanked my head around. I resisted her pulling of my hair and remained latched on her clit as I fingered her kitty.
"Marty, you're gonna make me cum... Marty, you're gonna make me cum...Marty," she pleaded.
"Marty, I'm gonna..." and her body finished her sentence.
Returning back to planet Earth after her climax, mom signaled she wanted me by pulling my hair and head towards her. My body followed, as I climbed over her nude form. When I passed over her glorious tits, I wanted to stop and sample her goods but mom was having none of that.
Finally, my face hovered over hers and her arms wrapped around my neck. Yanking me down onto her body, she kissed me with desire. Her lips felt marvelous on my own, and then her tongue was desperately seeking entrance to my mouth. Opening my mouth, her tongue flooded in and my lust surged. I grinded my clothed body on her nakedness.
Kissing, mom reached down and fervently pulled my t-shirt up. Grudgingly, I released our kiss to allow her to pull my shirt over my head and off my body. She tossed it away, letting it land on the floor. Before my shirt landed, mom's lips were again pressed to mine. This time it was my turn for my tongue to probe her mouth. As I did, thoughts of disbelief were racing through my head.
'Am I really making out with my mom? Did I just finish eating her pussy? Is this my naked mother underneath me?' As these thoughts ran around my skull, mom was yanking, tugging and fighting with the belt to my jeans.
"Get those fucking pants off," she growled. Climbing off her delicious body, I stood next to the bed. Kicking off my sneakers, I used my toes to shed my socks. Unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my jeans, I prayed to the Greek god Eros, god of love and sexual intercourse, for me not to cum within the first 30 seconds. In a single motion, I shed my jeans and boxers. I now stood before my mom in the same outfit I did my first day.
"Wow, my little boy has become a Big Man," she admired as she eyed my proudly rigid cock. I climbed back over my nude angel and she pulled my naked body against hers. She kissed me with passion. She kissed me with force. I rubbed my cock along her pussy, hoping it would return to my birthplace. Finally, mom reached between us and took hold of my misguided cock. To feel mom's hand on my cock, guiding me was glorious.
"You ready for this?" she asked as the tip of my cockhead parted her pussy lips. To answer her, I slipped inside her wet velvet. The feel of mom's pussy on my cock was astonishing. Bottoming out, I braced my arms outside her shoulders and arching my back, forced myself deeper into her.
"Oh god, that feels so right. Oh Marty," my angel approved.
"Oh yes, oh yes. Fuck me, fuck me," she hailed as I bucked my hips; my cock rammed in and out of her pussy. It was mind-blowing how soft, warm, wet her pussy was. Her inner flesh welcomed my cock and it felt like making love to a velvet sponge.
"Oh yes, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me..." she called out as she grabbed my butt-cheeks and tried to force me deeper into her.