Story 1, Part 3 - The Graduation Present

My tongue presses between the folds and tastes something amazing. It’s a salty sweetness I do enjoy. Her breathing changes as my tongue searches out anything it can find as I struggle to get a good look over her bush. I know I don’t have any idea how to do this right, but she does seem to be enjoying herself.

She releases a soft sigh before speaking with pleasure in her voice. “Your tongue feels good. Take as much time as you need to get hard again. The next time you cum, my son, it’s going to be deep in my pussy.”

My mother’s words and desire cause me to twitch a little, but neither of us is in any rush. The tip of my tongue enters her slick hole, where the sweetness becomes stronger, and I enjoy the feeling of her slick hole pressed around my tongue. I start to press my head against her pussy as pubic hairs bother my eyes, forcing them to close. My tongue can go no further, which leaves me wishing for a longer tongue.

Feeling what I feel on my face and tongue as well as that wonderful scent, along with her moans, starts to bring my dick back to life. Before I enter her, there’s something else I’ve yet to lick. My head and tongue pull back just enough to free me to move between the folds toward her hard clit. One of her hair remains annoyingly on my face while another reaches my tongue.

I stopped long enough to remove both before I could open my eyes since the one on my face was touching an eye. The pleasure on her face has grown, but the hunger hasn’t dimmed. My tongue finds her hard clit as another hair finds my tongue, but don’t stop this time.

Feeling her clit’s almost as good as feeling her hole, but I don’t think anything will feel as pleasant as her hole around my tongue. I know I’m not doing a great job of it, but her moans tell me I must be getting something right. Seeing it done hasn’t prepared me like I thought it would.

My dick feels like it’s fully erect, but it’s way too early for that. I shouldn’t be hard for at least another half hour since I did try, as an experiment, to see how long it would take during a rare break from my studies.

I move my hand to feel my hard shaft and tilt my head back to look at her. “My virgin dick’s ready for your pussy, mom.”

I’ve no idea why I told her that, but the smile on her face tells me she did enjoy hearing it. “Do you want me to be the one who takes your virginity, Mark?”

I nod and pull the hair off my tongue. “Yes, mom.”

Her smile grows to a grin. “Tell me you want me to take your virginity without a condom, Mark.”