I'm so glad at all the feedback I got about the first chapter! You're all so great. I hope this next installment does it for you. If anyone knows any similar stories to this, please be sure to let me know in the comments, as I feel I've scoured this site for my particular fetish, and came up with less than a handful. Also, feel free to message me if you're interested in discussing this! It's boring as hell under quarantine.
And with that, on with the show!
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Mother Ch. 2
"I was wondering when you were going to pull that out."
The dress finally slipped off and Mother stood, proud and statuesque, before me. There was no bra, her tits cascaded over the top of the corset, and her nether regions were bare, except for the red landing strip of pussy hair she had manicured.
"I decided to treat myself." She smiled, she turned and reached into her purse, pulling out the small pill case. She took another one out and slipped it on her tongue. Languidly, she went to her knees, crawling towards me. I watched her bare breasts sway as she crawled into my lap, bringing her face to mine. We kissed, and she used her tongue to feed me the dissolving pill. I knew this was going to happen, knew this had to happen, to get what I wanted.
There would be a life after this. There would be hot-bodied sluts who I'd fuck. I'd have more money than I knew what to do with, if I played my part. My hand came up and grabbed the back of Mother's head, and I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth. Her hands unbuckled me as we made out, and my free hand palmed a tit, pinching the nipple.
"Fuck." She groaned in between kisses. She pulled away from my and grabbed my polo, pulling it over my head. Tracing a line from my neck, all the way down over my chest and biting at my exposed abs, Mother made her way towards her prize, what she had paid for. My cock towered obscenely over her face as she kissed from the base to the top, liberally using her saliva to coat me.
"Tit-fuck me." I said, unprompted.
"What?" She said, her tongue sliding around one of my balls.
"Tit-fuck me." Her face was staring up at me, my dick obscuring her left eye.
"What do we say, Tyler?" I leaned back and sighed, loving the feeling of her tongue on me.
Looking back down at her, I said. "Please, tit-fuck me, Mother."
Mother grinned and raised herself up. "You always were such a polite boy."
Her breasts were soon wrapped around my dick. I had never felt such softness, no other woman could compare. I watched in horror and fascination as my weapon slid up and down her crevasse. The head would poke up through the chasm between her tits and Mother would take it in her mouth, sliding her tongue over my slit and under the head, before it disappeared again.
The pill hit me like a freight train and I heard myself talking without even realising it.
"Fuck, I've always wanted this."
"I know." She said, I could hear the wet, slick sound of my dick sliding up and down her cleavage. Occasionally I felt the warm, slick snake of a tongue wrap around the head as it reached its apex.
I opened my eyes and looked down, watching Mother worship my cock. I was on the upswing of my high and actually enjoying every moment of it. My hand felt for her red locks, but her own hand moved it away as she dipped down and took half my length into her mouth. Her tits fell away and she was now sucking me in earnest.
"Goddamn." I groaned, leaning back and enjoying the view. Her hands, nails crimson red like her lips, slid up and down the portion of my dick she had yet to deepthroat.
"Mmmmm." She hummed, knowing she had me. She took three inches, then five. Plunging down on my weapon, she went at it like an artist, by far the best blowjob I'd ever had. Her coiffed ringlets danced as she coated me in her dripping saliva, my own Mother's saliva. She'd take more of me in her mouth, gag, and her throat muscles would tighten around me, driving me further to edge.
I tapped her shoulder. "Keep... Keep tit-fucking me."
"Nmm-hmm." She shook her head. Leaning back, I popped out of her mouth and she took a deep breath. I looked down, frowning.
Mother stood up, her tits swinging and ass jiggling. She crawled onto the bed, past me, and sat up against the headboard. Her thick thighs parted and she beckoned me toward her with a crooked finger.
I knew what she wanted. Her finger circled her clit as I sighed and crawled up towards her. Her tits hung on either side, massive and protruding. One hand came up and squashed them together, pinching a pink nipple.
"Mommy needs you to take care of her." She cooed. She took my face in the hand that had been flicking her clit, and I felt the warm fluid stain my cheek.
"Remember that week that your father was gone, in the Azores?" Her question honestly confused me.
"Wha?" I mumbled.
"When..." Her face twisted up in consternation. "That girl. The one from the club? The little blonde thing with the purple streak in her hair."
"Belle." I said, suddenly remembering. Dad was gone and Mother was at one of her socials. I had convinced a not-particularly smart receptionist at the country club to come home with me. We'd had a lovely afternoon of debauchery.
Mother blew a raspberry. "What a dumb name." Her hand moved to the back of my head and grabbed my hair roughly. "You had your tongue stuck half-way up her womb. She screamed to high heaven."
I felt her pull me closer to her dripping snatch. "Wait, you were..."
The pink lips, topped with a delicious looking hooded clit, filled my vision.
"I saw enough. Enough to know you can really eat pussy." I felt her generous thighs close around my ears. "Show Mother how good you are."
