The first time my mother took me into her marital bed, I was 23 at the time, was a beautiful experience. She treated me as an equal, there was nothing of her initial claiming of me as the mommy p**** addict she initially ensnared me with. She had allowed from behind bendover fucks with no foreplay, allowed me to c** in her, countless times. But that day, though being allowed to be her equal was not super common, gave me my first experience at being a man. She had me come over and was waiting bent over her own kitchen counter, skirt up over her waist, feet apart, already dripping and ready. She encouraged me to c** hard and fast, saying she had a special treat for me. As i so often had, I quickly pumped inside her. Normally I would be immediately on my knees with my face buried in her after, but once my spent c*** slipped from her, she stood and took my hand and let me to her bath. She had me get in then watched me as I watched her undress. My c*** came back to life quickly, but when I reached between my own legs she told me not today. She slipped into the bath and sat between my legs, wrapping her own around my waist. Pressed tightly into me, her breasts pressed against me. She kissed me long and seductively, and asked me to bathe her. She then had me stand and bathed me, and after finishing at my knees at the water her hand cupped my balls and I watched shocked as she took me in her mouth to the base. She had never done that at all. She slowly revered ny c*** as it trembled and dripped. She stopped briefly and told me that today U was her lover and to not hold myself back. She took me to the base, my hand rested gently on the back of her head, and squeezed my balls, forcing me to c** in her mouth and keeping me there until I dwindled to nothing.