Coming Home to Mom

  • Posted on May 5, 2015 at 2:19 am

By JetBoy


I’d just been dropped off by Mitch at the end of our first date. I was fourteen at the time. He kissed me once more, then drove off slowly, waving as he went. I felt happy and deliciously tingly, watching him go.

We’d had a wonderful night. Mitch had kissed me dozens of times, and I had let him fondle my breasts through my top. I would have been willing to go further with him, but he didn’t push things. I liked that he didn’t pressure me, but I was feeling really aroused. I knew that I’d be fingering myself that night for sure, as soon as I slipped into bed.

I never did get the chance, though… not that night.

The living room light was on, so I knew that Mom was still up and waiting for me. She had been an absolute wonder… buying me some cute new clothes, getting my hair done by her stylist and doing everything she could to help me get ready for my first real date. As I climbed the steps to our front door, I reflected on how great it was to have a mother as cool as mine, who I adored more than anything. Ever since my dad had walked out on us, Mom and I had been incredibly close; a lot more like best friends, really. I knew that there was nothing I couldn’t talk to her about.

I unlocked the front door and opened it to see Mom, seated on the couch, still wearing the short dress she’d had on earlier. “Hi, Mom,” I cooed, and crawled into her lap for a big hug. She wrapped both arms around me, holding me close. After my date, the feeling of her soft body against mine was warm and sensual.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured. “How’d it go?”

“Mmmm, wonderful,” I sighed happily.

“So…” she said softly, but with a smile, “did you two… go very far?”

Like I said, Mom and I could talk about anything. She wasn’t hung up about me staying a virgin; in fact, she had given me a packet of condoms before Mitch got there, just in case we went all the way that night. I hadn’t expected her to ask for details, but didn’t mind giving them to her.

“No,” I replied, plunking myself down beside her on the couch. “We kissed a lot… and he kinda felt me up some.”

“Sounds fun, but maybe a bit frustrating,” she chuckled. “I bet I know what you’ve got planned for later!”

I giggled. Mom had taught me how to masturbate when I was twelve, so that was another topic we had no difficulty discussing.

That had been a real bonding experience for the two of us. We’d both taken all our clothes off, and Mom had let me watch her finger her pussy until she came. Then she watched me as I touched my bare slit, giving me encouragement while I made myself come for the first time. It had been a wonderful experience… so much so that I often wished that we could masturbate together again someday. She never made the offer, though, and I was kind of embarrassed to ask.

Mom sat back, giving me a loving smile. “Actually, Wendy…” she purred, “how would you like to try something different tonight, instead of masturbating?” She smiled. “I think you’re old enough for something new… something very exciting.”

I was intrigued, to say the least. “Well… sure. What is it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Still wearing her mysterious smile, she stood, reaching out for my hand. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.”

I followed Mom up the stairs, watching as the movement of her body pulled the thin cotton of the sundress she wore this way and that. She had always been, to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Mom had really nice legs, and her butt wasn’t too big, or too small, just perfect. As she climbed the stairs, her bottom seemed to move almost hypnotically before my face. Then I noticed that it didn’t look like she was wearing any panties. For some reason, the idea of Mom being naked under her dress made me feel all tingly.

“Let’s get you into bed now.” Mom was saying, pulling me into… her bedroom?

I’m sure I looked surprised, so she added, “You’re sleeping with me tonight, sweetheart.” Her hands rested gently on my shoulders as she guided me towards her bed. “You’ve had a very important night in a girl’s life.” She took both my hands in hers and gazed lovingly at me, a light in her eyes that made my tummy suddenly feel all warm, like I’d just had a cup of hot chocolate. “You are so… perfect. So pretty, Wendy.”

She sat on the bed while I blushed at her words, nibbling my lower lip slightly as I stood there just in front of her, unsure of what to say or do.

“Was Mitch nice to you?” she was asking me, her hands sliding down my sides, finding the bare skin of my waist and hips, just below my halter and above my skirt.

I nodded. “Yeah. He’s really nice.” I closed my eyes, thinking of how great he was. He was my boyfriend now, and everything. Mom moved her hands back and forth along my sides, caressing me softly. I wondered if we were going to masturbate together, like she and I did that one time. Then I remembered that she had promised me something new.

“Let’s take this off, okay?” Mom whispered, and I felt her undoing the little catch in the back of my skirt and drawing the zipper down slowly.

I was a little embarrassed, suddenly realizing that my panties were damp, and I blushed a bit.

Mom knew, though, and she banished my awkward feelings with a smile. “Shhh… I know, honey… you’re still excited.” Her voice was soft and husky and her fingers pushed down my skirt, sliding it down my thighs to expose my panties. “Oh, goodness… I guess you really are all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” She tilted her head, staring at my barely concealed sex.

“M-mom?” My voice was barely a whisper and I trembled with a sudden excitement I didn’t understand. Maybe that had something to do with that look in my mother’s eyes. My whole body was like a glowing ember in the heat of Mom’s gaze.

“It’s okay, Wendy… Mommy is going to take care of you now.” She was moving her hands up along the back of my thighs, stroking me gently. I felt lightheaded, as if I might fall down any second. I put my hands on Mom’s shoulders, more from reflex than anything else.

Mom found my bottom with her hands, cupping my cheeks through the thin cotton of my panties and fondling them — gosh, it felt good. Really good.

“Ohhhh… Mom,” I moaned, swaying slightly, nearly overcome by her touch.

“You’re so hot, Wendy… so hot all over.” Mom was saying, rubbing me, touching me. “And inside too, aren’t you? Are you all hot inside, baby? In here?” She leaned forward, her hands still on my ass, pressing her lips to my bare tummy, kissing me there.

“Y-yessssss,” I gasped, digging my nails into her shoulders, staring blankly into space, concentrating on the good feelings filling my belly. My body and soul were immersed in some sweet warmth that seemed to lift me, make me seem almost weightless.

Mom’s tongue emerged to tease the skin of my tummy, then she pushed her tongue into my belly button, swirling it around lazily, licking me there until all I could do was tremble in her embrace. What was happening? Was Mom actually… making out with me? Whatever it was, I had never felt so wonderful in my entire life.

“Let’s take these off,” she breathed, sliding her hands up to the small of my back and then down again, slipping into my panties this time. My heart was racing.

She pulled them down slowly, baring my adolescent sex to her eager gaze. My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions. We shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, she’s my mother. But somehow that didn’t matter so much right then.

“Oh, Mom,” I whispered as she gently parted my thighs, revealing my fourteen-year-old virgin sex. I could feel Mom leaning closer once more, her breath on me, her hands returning to my now bare bottom to caress the baby-soft skin there, pulling me closer so I had to thrust out toward her with my hips.

“Such a pretty pussy, Wendy,” she murmured. “Would you like me to kiss it for you?”

I could barely believe what she was saying. My body was on fire. I stared down at myself, seeing what my mother was seeing right then. The swell of my sex, puffy and glistening. I was unbelievably wet and my barely downed slit was flushed and pink, inviting my mother’s kiss. And up above, just at the top of my slit was the nubbin of my clitoris, a tiny pearl of pink that seemed the center of my universe at that moment. It was hot and throbbing and aching, and I only knew I needed someone to love me, or I was going to go crazy!

Why shouldn’t that someone be my mother? Right then, I couldn’t think of a single reason why not…

And then Mom put her mouth on my pussy, turning her head slightly so she was kissing my slit like it was a mouth. I felt the soft warmth of her lips, then the incredible sensation of her tongue teasing across my folds. I whimpered, gripping her tightly as she caressed my ass, burrowing her face between my thighs. She sucked and licked and kissed at my throbbing sex, making sweet liquid sounds that only intensified my pleasure.

When her mouth finally found the button, the tiny knot of fire at the top of my cunt, I jerked so violently that my mother could barely hold me to her. I couldn’t help myself — the hours of desire and pent-up need I’d built up that night surfaced with an explosion of ecstasy I’d never known… never imagined possible!

My body was truly awakened for the first time in my young life, demanding that every part of me surrender completely to my mother’s love. I was helpless against it.

I don’t know exactly what happened for several minutes. Everything just became intensely bright, and it felt as if my body was being turned inside out. There were worlds exploding in my head and I thought this must have been what heaven was like. It was glorious, better than any feeling I’d ever known. So intense it was almost painful, and just on the verge of terrifying. I never wanted it to stop.

But when it did, I found myself lying back on the bed, now completely naked, Mom having removed the rest of my clothes. She was next to me, caressing my face. I was tingling all over… still floating, it seemed, on the wondrous tendrils of warmth that still radiated through my body.

And then my mother was kissing me, the way Mitch had, except… better somehow, different. Her mouth was soft and sweet, with a slight tangy flavor that seemed somehow familiar and alien at the same time. I nearly swooned at the sudden realization that I was tasting my own pussy on my mother’s lips.

Mom held me close to her, exploring my mouth with her tongue, and I could do nothing but respond, my own tongue emerging to join in the sweet games. This couldn’t be happening, my own mother kissing me like a lover, me kissing her back just as passionately… but she was, and I was — and I loved it.

I felt her fingers toying with my sex which, amazingly, still ached, hungered for more. She rubbed my clitoris in little circles, up and down, and my body moved to the rhythm of her fingers. She slid her index finger inside me, right up to the barrier of the hymen… and I moaned in disbelief. All the while we kissed over and over again, as if we’d never get enough.

“Let me take this off,” she told me finally, breaking our kiss and standing to pull her dress over her head, shaking her long blonde hair loose. She was naked underneath it, completely… and I gaped at her nudity, feeling my whole body tremble with nervous excitement. God, Mom was as beautiful as a May morning… and I was suddenly burning with a wild desire to touch and love her bare body, just as she had mine.

She knelt next to me. “I love you, Wendy… my angel.”

Her eyes, shining with adoration, transfixed me. “I… I love you too, Mom,” I whispered. “That was so beautiful, what you made me feel.” I wrapped both arms around her, burying my face in her soft tummy.

“My sweet baby,” she breathed, “please, kiss Mommy’s nipples… do that for me, honey.”

I tilted my head up, gazing at Mom’s beautiful breasts, then extended my tongue to lick at a pert nipple.

“Oh, Wendy,” she whimpered. “Oh.”

Wanting more, I took the tip of Mom’s breast into my mouth, feeling like a little girl again, gently sucking the pink tip. She cradled my head in her arms, holding me to her. “Ohhhh, baby, that’s it, yes… oh, my…” She was purring with pleasure as she gazed down at me, an expression of perfect bliss on her face.

Mom’s breasts thrilled me. I could feel her nipples stiffen in my mouth as I sucked them eagerly, letting her guide me from one to the other and back as she wished. Her free hand was in my hair, my head resting in the crook of her arm. With her other hand Mom continued to fondle my pussy, fingering me gently, always so careful not to push inside too far.

“Here, sweetheart, taste yourself,” Mom breathed as she drew her finger from my pussy, then rubbed it around her left nipple, coating the tip of her breast with my juices. “Sugar and spice… mmmm…” She brought my mouth to it, then her fingers returned to my clit, giving me feather-light strokes that made my hips arch in response. I licked her breast clean, the fires of passion reawakening and raging anew as my mother touched me.

She took my chin in her hand and tilted my face upward, then ran her finger, moist with my juices, across my lips. I parted them naturally, letting her slide her finger into my mouth. Then she leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue circling my mouth to taste the wetness she had left there.

Her eyes ensnared mine again. “Do you think I’m pretty, Wendy?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mom.” I breathed. I felt nothing but love for my mother… and now lust, strange as that seemed. This was a side of her I’d never known. It was wild and exciting, and awakened new and very different feelings inside me. I wanted all of her, wanted her as my lover.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, her eyes glistening, “I’m the luckiest mother in the world, to have a child like you.”

“Mom?” I asked her shyly, “can I… can make you feel good now? ”

“Oh yes, angel,” Mom cooed, lying back and parting her thighs for me, “I’d love that.”

My heart throbbed frantically. This would be the wildest, craziest thing I’d ever done in my life, licking my own mother’s pussy… and I wanted it more than I could remember wanting anything. My mouth watered for her.

Kneeling beside her, I bent down to share a steamy kiss with Mom, then began to lick my way down her body, pausing to flick at each nipple with a playful tongue. I continued on, trailing kisses across her tummy. I nibbled at her belly button, nuzzled her hips, lightly kissed the swell just above her sex. She had a generous thatch of wheat-hued pubic hair that didn’t quite conceal the glistening pinkness of her cunt.

“Oh, Wendy, I love you so much.” She was trembling, I noticed for the first time… every bit as excited as I had been.

I studied her vulva, marveling at its beauty. Nearly concealed in her soft pubes I could see her clitoris, so much more prominent than mine. I gently touched it, eliciting a passionate moan from my mother.

She let me explore her like that for several minutes, getting my first good look at a woman’s pussy, seeing what mine might become over the next few years. Her labia were moist and swollen, darker than the soft pink interior of her cunt. I caressed her with curious fingertips and savored the thick, rich scent, breathing deeply of her arousal.

Mom’s hunger finally became too intense, though, and she tugged desperately at me with a shaking hand. “Oh, baby… Wendy, please…”

I lowered my face between her thighs, first placing a shy kiss on her slit. Then I licked her, softly at first, then harder as she urged me on with her hands and breathless moans. She tasted incredible… and I was soon eating my mother’s cunt with a fervor that surprised me, lips and tongue exploring every inch of her sex.

I took Mom’s clit between my lips, lightly sucking it like she had mine a few minutes earlier. I flicked my tongue across it, and seconds later Mom was arching her ass up from the bed, breath hissing through clenched teeth.

As I continued to pleasure her clitoris, I slid two fingers into her cunt, pushing them in deep the way I’d never dared to do to myself. She was wet and hot inside. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy squeezing around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, and there was so much wetness coming out of her that it was oozing down the crack of her ass.

“Oh… ohhhh, Christ, Wendy… oh, honey! Yes… ohhhh!” She was bucking and rocking wildly on the bed, and it was all I could do to keep licking her. My mouth and chin were dripping with her fluids. It felt like she was going to come at any second… but then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Turn around… t-turn around, Wendy… like this,” she was panting, almost lifting me up and turning me around, then drawing my hips down to her so that I straddled her face. “I want to eat you too, baby… I want to lick my little girl’s pussy while she does me.”

I was on top of her, my budding breasts pressed against Mom’s tummy. I felt her mouth on my pussy again and I gasped out loud, feeling her hands on my waist, clutching me tightly. For a few heartbeats all I could do was lie there, feeling the woman, my mother, beneath me.

Then I buried my face between Mom’s thighs and eagerly claimed her cunt with my mouth, pressing my tongue inside her like it was a little cock and thrusting it in and out. Then I shifted my attention to her clit, kissing and licking at the inflamed nubbin of flesh where my mother’s pleasure lurked.

Mom was tonguing my virgin slit like a woman possessed, licking and stabbing inside me, worming into the tight wet confines of my vagina. I thought she was going to turn me inside out! My heart was pounding, my legs were trembling — I knew I was coming again, and this time it was better. I was almost expecting my climax when it hit, so at least I managed to keep from passing out this time.

Mom made me come at least six times, I think. Sometimes they were huge, like tidal waves that buried me completely; other times they were smaller, almost gentle, like a caress that touched every inch of my body at once.

Finally she let me catch my breath, then I simply lay back as Mom straddled my face, lowering her cunt to my open mouth. I licked and kissed her pussy the way she had mine, using my fingers on her too. When she came, she shook so hard I thought she might fall off the bed!

Mom and I made love several times that night. At one point, she got me on all fours, then she began eating my pussy from behind, then trailed her way up to my butthole! When she pressed her tongue between my cheeks and started licking my crack, I nearly screamed, it felt so good. I’d never even heard of lovers doing such things, but it got me so hot that I had to pleasure her the same way. Years later, I still love anal play.

The whole time we were having sex that night she would call me her little girl, her sweet little girl. She wanted me to call her Mommy, especially when she was right on the edge of coming. That always seemed to really make it good for her, and I didn’t mind. She was my mommy, I thought… and I was her lover.

Finally we lay together, snuggling affectionately. I was tired, but didn’t feel sleepy. Instead I was hot and sticky and glowing with love for Mom. She wasn’t sleepy either, so we just lay there entwined, with my face pressed against her big, beautiful breasts.

“You’re so adorable, Wendy,” Mom told me. “You’ll have a lot of boyfriends, you know… dozens, maybe hundreds!” We both giggled. “But I hope you know now just how sweet making love with another woman can be.”

She bent over me to gently lick my right nipple, making it stiffen. “And when that woman truly adores you, it’s even better,” she said softly. “Like the way I do, angel…”

And Mom loved me all over again until all I could do was cry tears of joy, like the little girl that I still was.

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