Gno Mom 750 Words

Around midnight, Mom came home three sheets to the wind from her girls' night out, catching me watching porn on the big screen. I wore only shorts and my boner made a very obvious tent.

Giggling, Mom flopped onto the sofa next to me. "Gunnar's grown up, I see."

I turned and caught her looking at my tent, but with amusement, not shock. Maybe even lust.

"And my mommy's the sexiest woman on the block," I replied with a grin. She looked up and caught me looking at her nipples protruding through her thin top.

She giggled. "You think so?" She jutted out her chest and wiggled it.

"No question," I replied, putting a hand on her thigh, right below the hem of her short skirt. Before she could react, I leaned over and sucked the nearest nipple into my mouth through the thin fabric. Somewhere in the night her bra had disappeared. Did she even wear one when she left? I never noticed.

"Gunnar!" she exclaimed with a slur, "What are you doing?" However, rather than push me away, her hand pulled my head into her breast. Action and words, that thing.

Emboldened, I let my hand slide up her thigh, making circling motions.

Her head tilted back with a big sigh, and her legs opened wider. "Ahh, my lovely hunk of a man. You make your happy mommy feel sooo good."

I kept my hand within a hair's breadth of her panties and just kept rubbing and sucking.

Her body began humping with urgency. She pulled up her top to give me full access to her breasts, and moved her lower body to the sofa's edge, closer to my hand. Her moaning came louder when I locked my mouth onto her uncovered nipple again and rolled it between my tongue and palate.

"Touch Mommy," she moaned, but I kept teasing her down there, until she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her essence. The thong she wore was so soaked with her lubrication my hand slid across the front with no friction. "Yes!" she cried when my hand drifted across her clit. "There, yes, there!" She pressed my hand into her and humped it with a growing urgency.

"I want to eat you, Mommy," I said, "but you have to take off your clothes for me."

In a New York minute, and with a wiggle or two, she was totally naked and pulling my head to the drooling treasure between her widespread legs. "Yes, right there. Lick your mommy. I've been waiting soooo long for this. Come on, baby, feast on your loving mother."

Breathing in the aroma of her musky heat, I used my tongue to part the swollen lips of her wetness and slide it up from her opening to her clitoris. Feeling its hardness, I rolled my tongue around it a few times. She rewarded me with several moans and a rhythmic humping motion.

"Is Mommy liking this?" I teased.

"Oh yes, oh yes! Don't stop. I'm almost there."

After a few more licks I stopped again. "Did they make my mommy horny at the club?"

"Shut up and lick, you little snot," she howled.

Her gasps and moans told me she was close, so I lifted my head again. "So, who in your group wants your horny son?"

"Stop that and eat me, you little fucker," came her urgent reply. "I'll tell you after you make me cum."

That was a surprise. I had just said that to tease her and keep her from cumming. Had to milk this. "No, I'm not letting you cum until you tell me." I put my tongue on her clit but didn't move it.

Her urgency turned to panic. "Patricia and Kelly both--"

Before she could finish I pushed two fingers into her well-lubricated tunnel and sucked in her clit.

Her legs clamped my head, cut off my air supply and threatened to crush my skull as her orgasm lifted her lower body off the sofa with a roof-lifting cry, followed by convulsions and more loud cusses and screams. Clutching my head to her, she gradually eased her thighs' grip on my head, allowing me to breathe again.

Sliding up, I kissed her closed eyes and sank my steel bar into her velvet glove. It didn't take long for us to cum.

Rolling off of her, we lay together, huffing. Patricia was a divorced coworker, skinny, and Kelly was our chubby, married next-door neighbor.

Interesting, I thought.