When she had even dried my feet she dropped the towel and ran her smooth warm hands up my thighs and around to my b***. She was looking at me in the eyes as she opened her mouth looking at my d*** and taking the head of my gently throbbing hardon into lips and further. “Oh yesss!” I breathed out quietly. Hands squeezing and fondling my a** she started sucking what was now my hard c***. Moving her head back and forth and spinning her tongue around the head. She tried to take it all but couldn’t. She was looking up at me sucking my c***. It was a lot like a few fantasies I had had of her. But here she was, giving me a b******! Now stroking me and playing with my balls she kept sucking most of my thick, solid, almost 8 inches. Rolling her tongue around, sometimes holding me and licking it’s whole length.
I put my hands on her head, my fingers in her soft hair and stopped her so that I could face f*** her some. She pulled off, cupped my balls and sucked them into her hot wet mouth, rolling them around while jerking me off. “Oh s*** mom s*** on my big c*** and make me c** in your mouth!” She didn’t hesitate. Another two minutes and I was gently thrusting as she accepted all of my c******* and swallowed. I have always had made a lot of c** so I know that she got a really good load. She finished me nicely in her mouth and massaging hands. She smiled around my thickness then pulled me out, squoze me and pulled on me for a few seconds, kissed it with a smile and I helped her to stand. We embraced and kissed warmly. Our hands moving over each others body. I could t******* c** in her mouth. She leaned back a little to look at me. “I don’t like that you fucked me without asking me first.” My heart fell through the floor. “I…” She cut me off immediately raising a hand saying, “Have you done that to your girlfriends too? Take advantage of them when their drunk like you did with me? Your own mother!” She was upset. We talked there in the bathroom then in my bedroom. Me naked on the bed and she sitting in my desk chair. She even made us large, strong drinks so we could continue to talk. She was finally cool with me and the honesty that she and dad brought me up with. He died 2 years ago. She took our empty glasses and told me not to move. When she returned she had two drinks and a cloth ditty bag. “Well my lovely son, If you still want to have s** with me you had better take me to bed now and give me your best!” She set the glasses down, dropping her bag and we began to make out.
