You don't have to have read the first part, but I do recommend reading it. Hope you like it.
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I awoke the next morning in my mother's bed. My eyesight was blurry, so I rubbed them and waited for them to clear. What I saw was a vision of beauty. My mum lay asleep naked on the bed, lying slightly on her left side. Her skin was unblemished, and looked like an angel in the morning light. A sultry angel, whose breasts fell away to the left side of her chest, waiting to be pawed at by wanting hands, creamy skin that I wanted to lick all over, a perfect, round ass that you wanted to grab, and a sweet pussy that had squeezed my dick for all its worth last night. Yet she still looked so innocent and pure. I just wanted to hold her, tightly.
I thought about what had happened last night. Mum had been masturbating, moaning my name, and then I entered the room, and entered her. I had pounded her pussy as hard as I could. Mum had loved it, screaming at me to fuck her, and had cum numerous times in the short amount of time we were coupled. My last memory from last night was shooting ropes and ropes of my cum over her big tits.
The sex was great, as sex usually is, but last night, I had felt a deeper connection and emotion, rather than complete lust. I had sex with the one person I would always love, no matter what happened, and it felt so much better because of that. I didn't know how to explain it, but I knew that I didn't want it to stop. I know that it should be weird; I had sex with the person that gave birth to me, incest! But it felt so right, last night and now. Mum was a beautiful person, and we had both wanted each other.
I lay awake for a while, thinking long and hard about our future. I stared at the ceiling, my mind running through endless possibilities. What if people found out? Our lives would be ruined, for sure. But why, I asked myself. Just because society thinks something is wrong doesn't mean it is actually wrong. I lay there in mum's bed, deep in thought for a while, but I could only come to one conclusion; I decided it did not matter what anyone thought of our relationship. Fuck society, I was the best person for mum. We shared the same interests and it was fun to be around her. Other men would just use mum for her body, for sex, but mum and I would be great together in all aspects of life. I would fuck and love my mother forever.
My mind cleared at this point, and I was left with the sound of mum breathing softly. I smiled at this. It was just me and mum, nothing else, the way it should be. I glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the morning, so I was surprised that mum wasn't up yet. But it didn't really matter as it was Sunday. There was nothing we had to do, so we could do nothing... or do everything. The possibility of having sex with my mother all day caused me to become slightly hard. But today would not be about me, it would be about mum. Last night, she had been fucked, but today, I would make love to my mum and make her lose herself in pleasure.
I moved slowly on mum's bed, trying my best not to wake her. I manoeuvred my head between mum's soft, smooth legs, stroking my hands gently against her thighs, making a trail with my fingers that meandered from her feet to the edge of her ass. The feeling of my fingers on her caused mum to slowly open her legs in her sleep.
I studied her beautiful pussy. It was quite small and thin; 'How did I ever fit out (and back in) of that?' I thought to myself. I tapped her lips, watching the gentle ripples on her body, and spread them. The pink contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. She was slightly damp, I could see, as some moisture glistened in the light. She was having a nice dream, I assumed, hopefully reliving last night. I wondered if mum would have any regrets about what happened last night. I knew she had wanted me (but that was as a fantasy) and that she had thoroughly enjoyed the sex, but would, after her mind cleared of lust, she be glad that her fantasy had become reality?
I thought that if she did regret last night then I'd better get in again before she could say anything about it. I licked around the inside of her thighs, as if able to taste the sex from last night, before I pressed my tongue against the base of her vagina and slowly drew my tongue upwards to her clitoris. By now, it had poked out from its hood, and I latched my mouth onto it. I sucked on it like a thirsty baby on a nipple, never letting it leave my mouth. Mum moaned contently in her sleep. I loved the sound of the quiet hum that left her mouth; I could easily listen to it forever.
Her cunt lips were now spread with arousal, making it easier for me to keep on probing my tongue around her pussy, collecting and tasting the juices she was producing. She tasted sweet. I lightly flicked my tongue up and down the slit, and I brought my finger to join my tongue. I dragged my finger about, periodically prodding on her clit. Mum made an audible "mmm" noise each time I touched her nub and subconsciously thrust her hips up in a gentle rhythm.
I lightly tugged on the fine wisps of hair above her pussy, curling one around my finger. I then took a finger and slowly pushed it inside of mum. Her pussy tried to squeeze around my finger as I moved it in and out of her. I continued to thrust my finger, sometimes slowing when pulling out, dragging with me a string of her natural lubricant. I then added another finger and moved them faster back and forth. Again, mum squeezed my fingers with her cunt. I grazed them against the roof of her vagina, trying to find her G spot. Mum moved about even more, and I smiled as I watched her writhe about. I flicked my fingers faster, and kept on running my tongue on her, making her squirm in delight.
I then poked my tongue inside of her, and repeatedly jabbed it in and out. I tonguefucked her for a few minutes, all while strumming her clit with one hand and stroking her ass with the other. I kept up a continuous rhythm, to maximise mum's pleasure. I felt soft hands press against the back of my head; mum had woken up. The next notification that she was awake was her voice.
"Ooh... I'm close... don't stop."
Why would I ever stop? Her nectar was sweet, her pussy smelt intoxicating, and it looked beautiful. Hearing that she was close spurred me on, and I focussed my attention on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue over it as far as possible. Mum was now thrusting her hips upwards, grinding her cunt against my face. She let out a series of moans before letting out a high pitched squeal. Her pussy then contracted, and let out a dribble of her juices on my waiting face.
I kept on gently licking her pussy as she came, prolonging her pleasure. I tried to go back to her clit but mum tried to push my head away. Instead, I kept on pushing my tongue inside her. After a few minutes of this, I grazed my finger back over her clit. This elicited a moan from mum. This time I really went at it, running my tongue over her clit as fast as possible, jabbing it repeatedly, and thrusting my fingers in and out as rapidly as I could. Soon, mum was moving about uncontrollably.
"Oh... fuck, son... mmm, your tongue is so... um... so good... uh... I'm close!"
Upon hearing this, I moved my fingers even faster, now a blur, disappearing in her pussy.
Again, her vaginal muscles tried to crush my fingers as she let out a river of cum onto my face. This time, I watched her face, through her wobbling tits, as she reached her climax. Her eyes were squeezed shut, mouth in an 'o' shape, completely overtaken by sheer ecstasy. She let out an "mmm" that lasted for her entire orgasm, slowly rising in pitch and volume before dissipating.
