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All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at and deleted, I promise
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Chapter 8- When Y'Got It, Flaunt It!
Morning rolled around and found mom and
me
on our bed, gasping and squirming heatedly against one another, groping each other's breasts as we ground our wet pussies together. I was straddling her, our legs scissored, while I looked down at her through heavily lidded eyes, my breath coming in husky pants.
"Gnnnnnn, Bron..." mom moaned beneath me, her fingers gripping the soft flesh of my breasts strongly, the hurt a wicked delight. I knew she loved it too, my fingers kneading her gorgeous tits hard enough to leave red welts. "You're so good, baby!"
"Mommy," I murmured, grinding harder against her, feeling our throbbing clits brushing while our slippery lips mingled and slid around one another. "You're gonna make me cum so hard!"
It didn't take long, and we both went rigid, keening through our teeth so we didn't wake everyone on the hotel grounds with the full-throated shrieks we were desperate to release. We bucked and humped madly as I laid down, grappling onto one another and kissing savagely, with unreal abandon. I screamed into her mouth while her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me against her harder.
Even though I was already lying on top of her, I could feel my body wilt, almost collapse onto hers, both of us breathing heavily in what sounded like utter exhaustion. My cunt still felt like it was blossoming, thick, sticky and wet, melted to hers in an intimate kiss only women can share. I was aware of myself and of my mother. Nothing else really existed beyond that cocoon of unreal sexual pleasure.
"Holy shit, mom," I breathed, my vision still a cacophony of warm blackness and scintillating colours, somehow all at once. Her thunderous heartbeat matched my own. "You trying to kill me?"
She giggled tiredly. "I promise you, baby, that if you need to die, I'll send you off like that, okay?"
"I could look forward to that," I sighed, trying to feel my limbs beyond the tingling. No luck. "Thank God we took the day off from the club so we could fuck."
Mom nodded and embraced me tiredly, exhaling, her warm, sweat-slick body still pressed to mine. "True. The manager said the club doesn't open '
til
4, so if we wanted to go back and practice before that, we could. Work on a routine and such."
I considered and nodded. "Knowing us, shouldn't take more than an hour to figure it out. We sync really well together on instinct, so practice will make our routine amazing."
I rolled off to the side and stretched, while mom sat up and did the same. In spite of how tired I was, my urge to grab and molest those magnificent tits when they jutted forward in front of her was almost overpowering. As it is, mom leaned down and kissed me deeply, initiating a makeout session that lasted a few minutes before we both exited the bed.
We both needed to pee, but were way beyond negotiating who went first- she simply sat on the toilet and I straddled her lap. We kissed lovingly while we both peed before getting in the shower to clean off our morning's perverted workout. There was still breakfast to be had, after all.
I quite enjoyed the fare- I ate quite a bit of the homemade muesli, along with some scrambled eggs and crumpets. Orange juice and strong coffee to drink and I was feeling quite energized. Mom ate pretty much the same, also allowing herself some bacon, but given how much meat we'd eaten recently in those coronary burgers, she didn't have too much.
Once the hostess had stopped serving and ambled away to some other task, mom decided it was time for her to see if she could get in the son's pants. I'd done that very thing the day before, cornering him somewhere private and sucking his cock, ostensibly as a thank-you for his work at breakfast. Truth was, I thought he was somewhat hunky and I needed his dick in my mouth, so breakfast was a believable excuse.
I watched with amusement as mom bided her time, smiling at the boy coyly, sometimes blushing and making sure she had his attention. I excused myself to "powder my nose," but would be watching. I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to watch mom blow this kid.
Figuring she'd use the same, quiet and out-of-the-way area I had for the deed, I waited nearby, out of sight. Sure enough, not long after breakfast had been cleared away, I saw mom walking with the son, her arm threaded through his, talking and laughing. He seemed to be blushing somewhat, and if he didn't already know what she wanted, he was at least hoping for it.
Mom brought him to the obscured area and used a finger to press him back against the wall. She smiled slyly as she slowly knelt and began unbuckling his rather tight jeans. He was trembling slightly, as he had the day before, when mom fished his cock out and began servicing it, all the while complimenting him on how pretty it was and what a good job he'd done at breakfast. That was a lot of the trick to keeping men serviceable, make sure they felt accomplished and needed. Oldest rule in the playbook, but also the most important one. They won't try to perform for you if it's not worth their ego's while, something I completely understood. We all like to be complimented.
I watched as mom kissed his member and slid her tongue up and down the rapidly swelling shaft, looking up at him as much as she could, and making humming noises to indicate her enjoyment. Her hand held his cock at the root of the shaft, caressing and gently squeezing it while she teased him with her tongue and mouth.
I smiled as I watched her use the techniques she'd taught me when I was younger and coming into my sexual awakening with puberty- mom had raised me to be strong, smart and unafraid. My sexual choices were to be my own and she'd teach me how to be great at sex. She taught me how to masturbate, practicing with me. She used dildos to teach me how to make a boy crazy when I sucked a cock. She taught me how to kiss and use my pussy muscles to drive a boy wild with bliss when I fucked him. Now I witnessing her use those some oral techniques she had taught me years ago and it was enthralling. She no doubt knew I was watching.
The kid's head thunked back against the wall he was leaning on and he tried not to moan as mom swirled her tongue around the purple head of his dick before slowly sliding it between her lips and into her throat. She hummed quietly, vibrating her lips around his manhood to keep him distracted while she turned her head to look directly at me and winked. Good, she knew I was here and that thrilled me.
I could see the boy's hips trembling and his hands start to grip into mom's hair, a feeling I distinctly remember from the day before when he'd done it to me. When you fuck a boy, you feel how his body reacts, so that if there's a next time, you can use those reactions to heighten both your pleasure. Mom now gently cradled and fondled his balls as she bobbed back and forth, gauging his sensitivity to having them played with. I already knew (and now wish I'd told her) that he seemed fine with it. He was no sub, like my pizza-delivery boy, but he wasn't above letting the woman take charge during oral.
His cock glistened with the wetness of mom's mouth as she slid her lips back and forth- I knew her tongue was at work inside her mouth, pressing and teasing and swirling around that hyper-sensitive skin, driving him wild. I hadn't asked him, but I didn't think he was a virgin, and yet I was reasonably certain he was also not that experienced. Granted, if he'd been raised
here
