Moonshine, Mama and Me

"Really?" she asked me as I watched her reach up to her shoulder and ease her fingers down under the neckline of the gown.

"Really, uh, yeah, really, mom, uh, beautiful—" I muttered repeating, unable to take my eyes off her fingers as they slowly pushed the stretchy neckline down over the curve of her shoulder.

What was she doing, my fevered brain screamed? Was she going to take off her gown? What was happening? This was getting crazier by the moment. I thought my peter was going to rip out through my jeans any second now as the ruffle of lace inched lower and lower down her shoulder.

Then she stopped and slowly dropped her hand down by her side. Breathlessly, I watched as she lifted her other hand up to her other shoulder. Easing her fingers under the neckline again, she began to push it down too. The neckline now diagonally stretched across her breasts running from up on one side down to the midpoint between her shoulder and elbow on the other side. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. My poor brain was in a fog as I sat watching the bizarre scene unfolding in front of my eyes as I ogled her charms.

More and more of her quivering white mammeries came into full view as mother slowly pushed the teddy down off the curve of her shoulder. Keeping her eyes on mine, watching me, she kept pushing the neckline down her arm until the elastic band was stretching straight across her private pillows with the upper edge of their areolas just showing above it.

"Do you want to see?" she asked me, her voice quivering.

"Yesssss . . ." I hissed. "Yes, Mother, I'm sorry, but, yes, I want to see." I groaned out. I thought my brain was going to explode. The roaring inside it sounded like a hundred screaming jets. My heart was thundering like a bass drum. I could have made a fortune selling all of the cotton inside my mouth.

She didn't move at first. Then I perceived that she was moving toward me so slowly it seemed like she was gliding not walking. With her arms hanging down at her sides, she moved closer and closer until she was standing in front of me, not more than two or three feet away.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, run my fingers over the quivering softness of her incredible knockers. But my arms were paralyzed by fear. Fear that if I did, she would regain her senses and it would be over before it began.

I could smell her perfume now. It was some cheap stuff she had bought down at the truck stop, but on her it smelled like Channel No. 5.

"I can't help myself, Chet," I heard Mother whimper as her arms lifted back up to her shoulders and she began slowly pushing the neckline down again. Covetously watching her, I saw the neckline slip down, exposing the upper half of her pulchritude. Then I saw the elastic band snag on the ripe rigid right nipple, stopping its downward journey. She kept pushing it down until all of a sudden it sprang loose and with a flouncing bobble, her full unencumbered breast flopping out into the open.

"So pretty—" I moaned, staring at the bare bonanza as it hung down from her chest softly quivering and trembling. Moving with a little more impetus this time, she moved her other hand and started pushing the rest of the ruffled band of elastic lower. The elastic duplicated its earlier movement by catching on her other nipple. A quick tug on it and the left popped free as well, now exposing her whole top to fill my focus. OH! . . . the two of them drooping down and swooping out, uncovered and a feast for my drunken dizzy eyeballs. I absorbed the sight with a naughty hunger, my mouth watering with an inappropriate appetite.

"Are they too baggy?" I heard her softly ask as she cupped them in her hands and lifted them up off her chest.

"No—God, no!" I groaned.

"You're not just saying that," she whispered, easing them back down.

"They're perfect—" I praised, staring at them in reverent adoration.

My poor cock was rock hard and caught in such a painful position, I was about to cry. I had to fix it before it broke and left me with a useless hunk of flesh. Watching Mother continuing to push her gown down, I grabbed at my cock and jerked it over to a much less restricted position.

I saw mom pause and glance down at the bulge of my cock as I moved it. She seemed pleased that I was hard as she continued to stare at it for several long seconds. Then she smiled and went back to pushing her gown down her torso.

Now that I wasn't in pain anymore, I watched the neckband slowly crawl down over the rounded paunch of her belly and finally down past the forest of curls covering her sex. Those golden blond locks matched the color of her hair as more and more of the profuse tangle was revealed as she stripped, until suddenly the sheer slinky gown went slithering down her legs to land in a muddle covering her bare feet.

Daintily mother balanced as she slipped the panties off too. Now ma stood before me as naked as the day she'd been born . . . except for the band of gold she wore on her left ring finger. Strangely, I found myself staring at it as it caught the glare of that single light hanging over the table.

Mother saw me looking at her ring. Looking down at it herself, she lifted her hand up fingers splayed and slowly eased the little, gold band off her finger. Then she leaned toward me, reached around me and laid the ring on the table. She was giving up its protection, its message to the world of "Look, I am married. You can't have me." But now that token was gone and she was free once again. The symbolism of the gesture left me speechless. She was forsaking her marriage . . . for me!

"My Baby," she whispered, stepping up forcing my legs apart with her knees as she moved closer. I was astounded as I sat afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that would break the wonder of this moment. My mother's teats were now right in front of my face, her big bloated nipples a hair's breadth from my trembling lips. Then the left swollen nub brushed across my lips as my mother rolled her shoulders ever so slightly and leaned in closer.

Like a nursing baby, I opened my mouth and let the springy bulb slip between my lips. Taking the resilient flesh between my teeth, I gently nipped it as I began to softly suck. As I did, I felt my mother's fingers curl around the back of my head and pulled me towards her while pressing her bosom against my face, squashing it flat as I nursed on the supple bud.

"Chet . . ." I heard her whisper as I cautiously brushed my fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her thigh, just above the inner surface of her knee. Continuing to softly suckle and caress her nipple with my tongue, I let my fingers slowly crawl up the tender smooth skin of her inner thigh working my digits higher and higher. I'd never experienced such excitement. My pounding heart was about to beat out of my chest. I could barely breathe.

Time seemed to stop as I inched my hand closer and closer to her center of pleasure. Then, just a couple of inches below my intended target, I felt my mother's legs brush against mine forcing them farther apart as she spread herself open for my inquisitive fingers.

But just as I touched my goal there was loud thumping on the old roof as the first big raindrop slammed down in a deluge.

We both jumped at the unexpected crashing noise which make mom's spit-drenched nipple pop out of my mouth and sending my fingers slithering against the wet stickiness between her legs.

"Oh, God," I heard her gasp as she thrust her hips forward and mashed her breast back against my face. Like a baby trying to find its mother's milk, I searched with my lips until I once again found the swollen protrusion.

As I sucked and teased her nipple, I gently probed the weeping softness between her legs. This was fucking unbelievable. My mom! I was feeling her up, trying to find her pussy with my fingers. Exploring with my fingers into the giving softness, I felt her flesh as two of them slip up inside the clinging warmth of her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Goddddd . . ." I heard her softly groan as she shoved her spongy orb against my face and I felt her pussy squeeze down around my digging fingers. I shoved them in deeper, all the way up to the last knuckles. Then I slowly pulled them back and softly thrust them up back inside.

"Oh, yessssss, Baby—" I heard Mother whimper as her sharp fingernails dug into the back of my head pushing my face against her soft cushiony chest. Outside the rain was continuing in earnest, beating down with a din which surrounded us, cloaking us in a secret world.

Just then as a particularly-loud peal of thunder shook the office, Mother leaned back away from me pulling her slippery nipple out of my mouth and reaching down to push my fingers out of her pussy.

"I want to see," Mother whispered, leaning down and hooking her fingers under the hem of my tee shirt and quickly pulling it up my sweaty chest, over my head and finally off over my extended arms. I felt like I was going to pass out. I knew that every drop of blood in my whole body had to be inside my achingly erect cock. I could feel every pulsing throb of my heart as it pumped more and more into it.

"Stand up—" she told me as she pitched my sweat-drenched shirt on the table where it landed by her wedding ring with a plop.

I didn't know if my wobbly knees would support my weight as I slowly stood up, hearing the chair scrape on the floor as it was nudged rearward by the back of my knees. Holding onto the table with one hand to support myself, I watched ma as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. All I could do was watch on in a stupor as her hands lifted up to the front of my jeans.

"It looks so big . . ." she mumbled, brushing her fingers over the bulge sticking out against my jeans as she found the copper button holding them closed. Swallowing, I tried to keep my heart down inside my chest where it belonged as mom pushed the fastener through its buttonhole.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how big cocks were supposed to be. The only ones I'd ever seen were in some old postcards and they didn't have measuring tapes included in the photos, so all you could do was guess. I knew that mine was eight inches long. I'd measured it more times than I could count. Just comparing it with the ones in the pictures I'd seen, it looked bigger, but I couldn't really tell. I guess I'd know pretty soon though I giddily thought as I felt my mother unzipping my jeans.

I hadn't taken time to put my underpants on when I went to get the ice and as the fly went zipping down its track, my cock, primed and ready came springing out into the open.

"My God—" my Mother gasped as her fingers stopped moving down while she stared at my cock in wide-eyed surprise. "It's huge—" she groaned, jerking the zipper to the end of its path and then running her fingers up the swollen underside of my jutting penis.

My chest swelled up with pride for a moment before a tickle of fear crept into it. Was I too big? I didn't know anything about fucking. I'd never done it before. Could a guy be too big? After all mom's pussy had felt really tight on my fingers.

"Is it okay?" I mumbled, staring down at my mother as I watched her hook her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and jerk them down around my knees. As she did, the rest of my cock and my balls flopped out, flouncing up and down right in front of her staring eyes.

"Is it okay? Oh, Baby, it's beautiful," she cooed, curling her hands around it and slowly bending it down toward her lips.

'What is she doing?' my fevered brain railed. I mean, I knew, but couldn't wrap my head around it at that moment.

I could see that the head of my prick was glistening wetly in the glare of the overhead light as mom's lips parted and her little pink tongue slipped out from between them.

"Mommmm—" I groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, licking away the copious coating of pre-cum that covered it.

"Yuummm . . ." mom murmured as she twirled her tongue around it again. I didn't know how much more I could endure as I felt Mother's soft, warm lips purse down around the head and gently suck. The fiery excitement swirling around inside my head was pushing me toward the edge and I could feel an eruption building down inside my balls.

"Ma! —mommy! You're going to make me cum . . ." I groaned, trying to warn her of the impending explosion as I struggled to hold it back.

Heeding the warning, mom eased her lips back off the hypersensitive head of my pulsing prick. Then, still holding my cock in her hand, keeping it pointed at her face, she looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and slowly ran her tongue around her lips.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked. Her was voice soft and sultry, barely audible above the clamor of the rain beating down on the roof above and the pounding roar inside my head.

"What do you want, mother?" I whimpered, not knowing what to do or say. This was my first time with a woman. What did she want me to do? I just wanted to do what she wanted me to do. I just wanted to please her. I wanted to make her filled with joy. I wanted to fill ma with me!

"I just want you to be happy, honey. That's all. I'll do anything you want me to," she smiled up at me. "Just tell me and I'll do it."

My brain was in a fog. I couldn't think. I was torn with so many things I wanted to do whirling around inside my head. I couldn't choose just one. I wanted to do them all at once, but of course, that was impossible.

"Take your time, Baby . . . we have all night," she whispered, kissing the tip of a finger and placing it on my lips. Then she gently pushed me backwards and I flopped back down into the chair.

Still on her knees looking up at me, she lifted one of my feet at a time and eased them out of my shoes then set them back on the floor. Still in a euphoric fog, I sat watching her as she dug her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down around my ankles. My steel bar cock was still jutting up in the air twitching this way and that as she wrestled with my jeans trying to get them off over my bare feet.

At last, she got them off and I too was naked.

Supporting herself on my knees, she pushed up onto her feet in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as they bobbled and rolled in front of my face. Reaching down for my numb hands, she took them in hers and slowly pulled me up onto my feet.

In her bare feet, mom was about six inches shorter than my six-foot frame. Looking up at me with her huge soft eyes, she stepped in closer and allowed me to clutch those heavenly darlings for a minute. Then she sighed and moved tight against me.

I felt her big tits brush against my chest while I felt her curly pubic hair tickle up against my dangling balls. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and took her in my arms and gently pulled her against me. As I did, she reciprocated and wrapped her arms around me.

There was something so warm and intimate about that moment as I leaned down and found her lips with mine. Her lips were sweet and supple as we kissed. The kiss started out tender and loving, but it quickly grew more intense as I felt my mother's tongue force its way between my lips.

An explosion of excitement fired off down inside my cock as I felt her hot, probing tongue find its way into my mouth. I'd never French kissed a woman before, I felt like every part of me was going to explode. The tip of my Mother's tongue brushed across my tongue and another flash of excitement ripped through my peter making it twitch again. I was amazed it didn't just cream right then!

Then my ma's fingers curled around the back of my head as she clenched me against her and we were engrossed in our kissing, lovers locked together as one. We were touching from head to toe and where our skin came in contact it was hot like someone had touched a glowing ember against me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see as my eyes had instinctively fluttered shut. I could feel every pulsing thud of my thundering heart as it raced inside my chest.

At last we broke for air. Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I looked down at my mother and saw that she was looking up at me. I had never seen such a look of love and warmth before. It made me feel like a little boy basking in his mommy's love. I was lost and I knew that I would never find my way back without my her to guide me, lead me, and show me the way.

"Come," I heard her whisper as she untangled herself from me, leaving one arm wrapped around my waist. Then she turned and slowly stepped toward her room, guiding me as I stumbled along beside her.

As she did, I once again became aware of the roar of the rain beating down on the roof above. The storm raging inside my head had been so loud it had drowned out the sounds of the wild downpour outside. Then a deafening clap of thunder shook the house and I felt Mother's arm tighten around my waist.

"Hurry—" she whispered, walking faster almost running toward the open doorway leading into her room.

Suddenly we were standing beside her bed. Unlike mine, Mother's bed was always neatly made up. Reaching down, she quickly threw back the covers and crawled up on them. I was a little boy again; a young boy, alone and afraid on a stormy night. But there was hope. Refuge from the thunder and lightning outside. I was being invited into the safest, the most amazing hideaway imaginable. My Mother's Bed!

Smiling tenderly, holding her arms outstretched up to me, she welcomed me onto her mattress. My legs wouldn't move. I was paralyzed again. I wanted to join her so much, but something was holding me back. This was my mother! How could I do this to her? Something deep inside my psyche was rebelling against the thought of committing this horrible crime against nature.

"Ma . . ." I whimpered as that part of me that was resisting tried to tell her that it was wrong.

She seemed to sense my weakness. Sense that I was wavering in a moral dilemma as she gradually spread her legs apart and slowly ran her fingers up the tangle of blond curls covering her womanhood.

"Come . . . Come to Mommy," she whispered.

Those words melted my resistance and I tumbled down beside her.

"Oh, Baby," she murmured as our lips met and we kissed deep and intensely for the longest time. As we kissed, her hands were all over me, touching, caressing, fondling, guiding me and leading me along. Then, without even realizing that I was moving, I suddenly found myself atop her, lying in between her outstretched, welcoming legs with the head of my thick long meaty prick resting against the weeping warmth between them.

I was suffocating in the fiery emotions of the moment. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. But primitive instincts born of millions of years of procreation took over and I felt the muscles in my ass tighten, curling my hips and probing the softness, searching for the opening to my mother's sex.

"Yesssssss—" I heard my mom hiss as I felt the head of my penis finally find the slippery entrance to her vagina and slither inside her hot cunt at last!

I'd never felt anything like it as I felt her pussy clutch down around my cock. It was everything wonderful and good, all combined way deep down inside her accepting wet warmth.

"So big—so big-'' I heard Mother groan out as the head of my cock spread her open and pushed deeper into the clinging heat.

Then I felt her ankles curl around the backs of my thighs just below the clenched cheeks of my ass as she pulled me down within her. I could feel the straining muscles in her legs trembling, quivering with exertion as I pushed deeper and deeper into her.

It felt like my peter was being enveloped in boiling liquid silk as she consumed me with her feminine grotto. I was a doomed man and I knew that I would never be able to get enough of the wondrous thing between my mama's legs.