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Chapter 18
Bobby awoke before Alison the following morning. The night before had obviously taken its toll; and she was still sound asleep. Bobby didn't need to look down at the huge tent in the sheets to know he was hard as a rock. Just thinking about the previous day's events was enough to make his cock twitch. Three times he'd plunged his cock into his mother; and twice he'd felt her pussy convulsing on his cock as she came. There was no way she could deny her pleasure. As much as she might say it was a boundary that could never be crossed, they had done the deed.
He pulled the sheets back so he could admire his hard on, the head of his cock purple and shiny with his arousal, as he remembered what it had felt like, plunging his whole length into her last night, and feeling his balls slapping against her butt. As he pulled the covers down, he exposed his mother's naked body; and he felt her stir as the cool morning air made goose bumps appear on her perfect skin. She slept with her back to him; and as she rolled over, he was treated to the view of one mountainous breast, the nipple hard and puckered in the fresh air.
His cock throbbed at the sight. Fuck, he could jerk off now just from looking at her; but he sensed that patience would pay off today. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down onto the soft pillowy breast, admiring the coolness of her heavy orb, before lightly teasing the hard, rubbery nipple, feeling it stiffen even more. She murmured in her sleep as he toyed with her nipple, before using his hands to encircle the breast and hold it like a giant blancmange with a cherry on top, a cherry he leaned forward over and began to hungrily feast on.
He licked and then began to gently suck on the teat, flicking it with his tongue as he gently bit it.
"Mmmmmmmhhh, oohhh, wha... oh Bobby.... what are you doing?"
"Mmmmmmm!" he released her breast with an audible pop. "Sorry mom, I couldn't resist, you're just good enough to eat."
"Oh Bobby, what did we do last night?"
"Um, you don't remember?"
"Of course I do, I just... I mean, Oh Bobby when is this going to end?"
"Well you said when we get home, and we still have another week here."
"Bobby, I'm just frightened where all this is going."
"Mom, where it's going is you and me having a wonderful holiday together and enjoying each other. You are enjoying it, right?"
"That's not the point. Of course I do, I just don't know... oh God, sometimes I wonder what I've done."
"Mom, what you've done is be the best mother in the world to me; and I love you more than ever. Now why don't you stop worrying and relax. We came here to enjoy each other and have a good time, right?"
"I suppose..." she managed a wane smile.
"And right now I'm hungry and want some breakfast."
"Oh I see. Do you want to phone down for room service?" she asked, looking a little puzzled.
"The sort of breakfast I want isn't on the menu, Mom." He gave her a wolfish grin before leaning over her and squeezing her breasts together, gripping them harder now that she was awake.
"Oh Bobby!"
He held the two magnificent breasts together, admiring them for a moment before burying his face in them and feasting on them, sucking the nipples and as much of each breast as he could into his mouth, moving from one delicious creamy mound to the other. He didn't bother trying to be gentle. He knew she liked it better this way.
"Oh, Bobby," She moaned, gripping his hair. At first he thought she was trying to pull him away; but then he realised she was pulling him to her breasts, encouraging him to feed on her bounteous charms. He continued to gorge himself on her magnificent tits for what seemed like hours. No matter how many times he saw and touched them, he couldn't get over how beautiful his mother's breasts were, and how good they felt.
She was moaning and pulling him to her as she allowed him to have his fill, clearly enjoying his touch as much as he loved to touch her, when he was struck by another idea. At the moment it seemed new possibilities were opening up with each new day; and he sensed this morning he could sate his appetite on more than just his mom's boobs. He continued to squeeze her breasts, but released the nipples and kissed his way down her chest towards her flat belly. She was so lost in the pleasure of his caresses, it took her a few moments to realise where he was heading.
"Bobby, what are you doing?"
"Relax mom, we're here to enjoy each other, remember?"
"Bobby, no, not there."
He gently, but firmly pulled her knees apart to expose her holy of holies.
"Mom, just relax. Besides, I'm still hungry."
"Oh Bobby, no, please."
"Relax, Mom."
He tenderly kissed along the silky skin of her thighs, as she gradually relaxed and reduced the pressure of trying to close her legs, slowly allowing them to part and letting him gaze once again on her beautiful pink flower. He kissed around her inner thighs, slowly moving closer to his goal, gently licking her outer lips, inhaling the musky aroma and letting her feel his breath on her moist quivering quimm, teasing her for a change. Her arousal was obvious. She couldn't hide her excitement; and as he gently began teasing her pussy with his tongue, he savoured her tangy flavour, before licking up her slit and finding her clitoris, the small nub projecting from its hood.
"Oh Goddd!!!" Alison moaned, her thighs clamping on his face and her hands gripping his hair. At first he thought she was trying to pull him away; but again her lust had overcome her. She was pulling him to her, letting, almost demanding, he gorge himself on her most sacred of places, the very place he had come into existence.
He could barely breath, she was gripping him to her so closely. He felt like he was drowning in her pussy as she convulsed and moaned under his attentions. As he continued to lick and suck her pussy, she could feel the waves of pleasure flowing over her, taking her closer and closer to her orgasm. She surrendered herself to the pleasure and let her orgasm flood through her. Bobby continued to lick and kiss her pussy as the climax subsided, allowing her a few moments to recover before he renewed his assault on her sweet pussy. He feasted on her like a starving man, plunging his tongue as deep in her as he could before sucking and licking her clit. Before long, she could feel another orgasm building, more powerful than the first, and couldn't help herself from crying out as she felt it flood through her; but still Bobby wasn't satisfied. Now that he had had a taste of her sweet flower, he couldn't get enough, and began to slurp and gorge on her once again. Alison was now helpless against his caresses and the pleasure that coursed through her. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure. As the third orgasm tore through her she thought she would pass out; and as she came down from it had to push Bobby away.
"Oh Bobby... stop, I can't take any more. Let me catch my breath."
He reluctantly released her, his face wet with her juices. As he climbed up to lie next to her, his cock purple with arousal and throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to explode, he waited for her to recover and turn to him.
