After Ricky left the kitchen, I sat at the table for quite a while. I knew things were getting perilously close to being out of hand. I also knew that I was more excited than I had been in a long, long time.
Tasting my son’s cum had been quite an experience, and I had to admit I loved it. I still could feel his cock on my lips from when I kissed it lightly. I could imagine how it would have felt to do more than just kiss it.
I realized that it was getting a bit late and I had a few things to do before bed. As I walked through the family room on my way upstairs, my son called my name.
“Mom,” he called, “did you still want me to help you with those things?”
I looked at him and saw the smile on his face. My husband did not look up from the paper he was reading, luckily, since I was not sure how to answer if he asked what “those things” were.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said.
Ricky followed me to the stairs and then walked up the stairs behind me. I could almost feel his eyes as he stared at my bottom. Then I felt his hand on my bottom.
“Helping your old Mom get up the stairs, Ricky? I think I can make it without you pushing me.”
“I wasn’t pushing, Mom,” he said. “I was just checking out your cut-offs. They look about worn through.”
“I’m glad you are so interested in my clothing,” I said, laughing as we walked into my bedroom. “Which reminds me, we have to decide what I’ll wear tomorrow.”
“Too bad you can’t wear what you’re wearing now,” he said. “You look so hot!”
I laughed. “I am sure they’d love that at work,” I said. “These shorts are about to wear through and probably a little tight for me, although you probably noticed that already. And since I’m not wearing a bra, I might be a little too casual for them.”
“Well, in my opinion,” he said, ” I don’t think your shorts are too tight. They feel just esenyurt escort right to me.” And at that, he reached out and ran his hand along my bottom. He squeezed a little, and then started to slide his fingers inside.
“Ricky,” I said, “whatever are you doing?”
“Just checking to see how tight they are,” he answered. He slid his fingers farther inside the legs of my cut-offs– which were not too long to begin with. I could feel his fingers sliding closer and closer to my sex. I also could feel myself getting wet. I shivered.
“Oh, Ricky,” I said. “I should not let you touch me the way you have been touching me and I definitely should not enjoy the way I feel when you touch me. I can’t imagine any of your friends touch their mothers like this.”
“Mom, trust me,” he said, “none of the other guys have mothers who look like you. You are the only mom any of the guys think are hot. And you are hotter than any girls our own age.”
“Probably none of their mothers let them help choose the clothes they’ll wear either,” I said with a smile. As I said this, Ricky continued to slide his finger under my shorts. I could feel my resolve melting by the second.
I wondered if he could tell how wet I was becoming. He must have known, because his fingertips moved closer to my sex. My breath quickened as I felt his fingertips touch me, then move gently. I knew he was feeling my wetness.
He shocked me. He removed his fingers from beneath my shorts and slid them into his mouth.
“MMMMMM,” he said with a smile, “Mom, you taste wonderful!”
I knew I was blushing. “Ricky,” I said, “I don’t think that’s the sort of thing a boy should be saying to his mother.”
“Well, Mom,” he said, ” I could say something like that about you. Seems like I’m not the only one doing tasting today.”
I knew istanbul escort I was really blushing at that. He was blushing too. I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that line.
Ricky slid his fingers back under my shorts. This time his fingertips moved quickly to my wetness. I moaned. I looked down at him and saw a bulge in the front of his shorts. I had reached that line – I crossed it.
I reached over and touched the bulge. Ricky gasped. At first, my touch was light and gentle. As his hips began to move slowly back and forth, I began to wrap my fingers around his cock.
Before I knew what I was doing, I began stroking his hard cock through his shorts. I loved the way his cock felt in my hand. He had recovered so nicely from his earlier orgasm and was so nice and hard.
Ricky closed his eyes as I began stroking him faster. As I stroked his cock, he began to slide his fingers deeper inside me. As his fingers slid in and out, I stroked him faster my hand keeping up with the movement of his fingers.
My knees were getting weak. I put my free arm around my son’s neck while I continued to stroke him. This put my head almost on his shoulder as I leaned against him.
“Oh Ricky,” I whispered in his ear, “I should make you stop, but this feels so good. You make me feel so good.”
I felt an orgasm getting closer. I knew I was breathing into my son’s ear and then I was sliding my tongue into his ear and sucking on his ear lobe. He moaned.
“Oh Mom,” he whispered, “I’m going to cum.” He moved his fingers faster, bring me closer to the edge.
I slid my hand into his shorts and took hold of his hot hard cock. It felt so big. I slid my fingers down his shaft and caressed his balls. They also felt hard and full of his cum. I moved my hand back along his shaft and wrapped my fingers beylikdüzü escort around it. I began pumping him more forcefully. It was time for him to cum.
My son’s hips began to move along with my stroking. He moaned louder. As his hips moved faster and faster, his fingers began thrusting into me faster and deeper. Then, he began to rub my clit with his thumb while his fingers worked. I felt my orgasm taking over.
I wrapped my arm more tightly as the orgasm hit me. “Oh Ricky, oh baby!,” I moaned, “I’m cumming…I’m cumming!”
As I came, I squeezed his cock harder and stroked him faster. I felt his body stiffen and then his cock erupted. Stream after stream of his hot cum shot on my hand, along my wrist, and then the head of his cock showed above the waist band of his shorts and I felt his cum hit my chest, soaking my t-shirt.
I held him close until his spasms stopped. I could feel the last of his cum leaking onto my t-shirt and shorts. I removed my hand from inside his shorts. My hand and wrist were covered with my son’s cum. I could not resist and licked his cum off my hand and wrist.
My son’s fingers were still inside me and I knew they would be covered with my juices. I reached with my free hand and took his wrist. Slowly, I removed his fingers from inside me, savoring the pleasurable feelings. Lifting his hand, I took his fingers in my mouth and tasted myself. I then moved his fingers toward his mouth and he began to lick them and then suck them.
“Oh Mom,” he said quietly, “you taste so good. That was amazing.”
“You taste pretty good yourself, honey,” I said. “You sure made a mess though,” I said, laughing, “I’d better clean you up.”
With that, I reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I wiped my son’s cum from my chest and stomach and then wiped him clean. My son seemed stunned as he stared at my naked breasts just a few inches in front of him.
“Go ahead, baby,” I said, “kiss them. Suck on my nipples.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He leaned over and began kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples as I finished cleaning him. When I was done, I lifted his face to mine and kissed him.