It was late afternoon. Mom was on the back porch with a romance novel in front of her face. It wasn't clear whether she was actually reading it or just day-dreaming behind it. In either case, I was feeling extremely horny and my gorgeous mother was looking decidedly fuckable. I didn't see any reason to hang back from acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair and cupped her underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged those fine, full titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy was.

"Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably," Mom replied pressing my hands over her tits with her own.

"Great!"

I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slithered into her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. She kissed me back with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected.

"Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now, honey. You better finish what you started.

Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.

We stripped each other quickly and passionately, dropping our clothes where we stood on the back porch. I wanted to move inside, into the bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot that she squatted in front of me right there and grabbed my asscheeks with both hands, pulling my cock toward her open mouth.

As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips enclosed themselves about the swollen head of my prick. How could a woman be so good at what she did? I know, I know. My mother always says that the answer to that question is practice, practice. practice,but I sincerely believe that most of my giggling teenage girlfriends could practice for a million years without getting as good at sucking cocks as my Mom is.

Every time I'm with my mother, I thank my lucky stars that I'm the right age to enjoy her as a young man. Her mouth action is so good that you can't help but shoot between her lips, flooding her taste buds with your ripe spunk. And Mom is the kind of girl who would insist on drinking your jizz even if you were trying to avoid squirting in her mouth. So it never did any good for me to tell her that I wanted to save it for her pussy. Fortunately, my youthful body still has enough rebound to get hard again within minutes of enjoying one of Mom's monster suck-offs.