Mother of Love Ch. 02

"You don't like that, Mom?" His voice carried pebbles of disappointment, but was full of concern more than anything.

"I'm sorry, honey, it's not that I don't like it." It was pretty obvious to me at this point that if Sean wanted it, I would likely give it to him just so I could see him happy. Even though my brain was screaming NO, I didn't want that to be what came out of my mouth. "It's just...kind of hard to explain."

Thanks to me running my mouth, Sean now knew he was bigger than his Father, but he didn't know by how much. If I told him, it would make a lot more sense why I wasn't eager to take his monster cock in my ass, but I didn't want him to know that letting him back there would equate to the thickest thing I'd ever taken in there.

"How about today you make sure you know how to please your Mommy's pussy, and if you do a good job I might let you have a little fun back there...someday." I winked and pecked him on the nose, no point in spoiling the surprise for him. "But, first things first, we have to get these boxers off you."

"And we have to get this dress off you." His eyes lit up.

"You got a little distracted playing with Mommy's bum, huh?" Cue the immense blushing.

"Can you blame me?"

With his focus regained, Sean bunched up the bottom of my babydoll, slowly lifting the garment above my breasts, off my shoulders, and then onto the floor.

The way Sean stared at my breasts made me feel like I was on the receiving end of a teen movie cliché. He was wide eyed and slack jawed, looking like he was laying his eyes on his first pair of breasts. "Honey, you saw me naked in the shower, remember?"

"I know but...they're bigger from down here." He was probably right considering I was towering over him, boobs wobbling back and forth so my nipples dragged across his face. He was gawking up at his Mother's breasts like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

I bent over so my nipples were lined up with his mouth, making sure one of the pink caps ended up sealed between his lips. As soon as he had a hold of it, Sean started sucking on the rubbery surface, giving me a torrent of nostalgia I'd been longing for. My hands instinctively crept under the back of his head, supporting my Son while he hungrily nursed on my breasts. He had definitely gained better control of his tongue since we last did this, and was using it to gracefully manipulate the sensitive nub without being overbearing.

But then, just when I got comfortable I would feel his teeth lightly press into the milky white breast meat his face was drowning in, followed by a long, tender lick from his tongue. The slimy texture was foreign on my skin; I'd never felt something like this before.

Sure, I had kissed plenty of guys, but I had never had anybody actually drag their tongue across me like they were trying to taste me. That's the impression I got from Sean; I had never seen such unbridled lust before, except in movies where it always looks forced, but my Son didn't look like that. He was experiencing absolute joy, now that I had given him an opportunity to be friendly with my breasts.

The shower was nice, but I wanted to make it about him. Now it seemed he was more than willing to repay the favour, and I was happy to let him. Rather than take the lazy route I decided to make good use of my hands, arching my back so there was enough space between us to shimmy his boxers down, but only to his knees.

"I can't reach down any further if you don't let go of my boob." I got no reaction. I'd have to pull him out of his daze if I wanted any communication. "Okay, if you just wanna play with my chest that's fine, but I guess that means I got this wet for nothing." Cue an instant reaction in the form of my nipple being released from his mouth with a small pop!

"I didn't know I was doing so well." Liar.

"Oh, sweetheart, you are." I innocently batted my eyelashes and placed Sean's hand in mine. "Do you want to feel how wet your Mommy-slut is?"

He nodded, dumbfounded.

"Then you have to let her take your pants off." I was still tugging at his boxers to no avail, unable to reach back far enough to remove them.

"Not yet." He was still side-tracked with my breasts. "Your tits are too good to pass up, Mom."

I flicked Sean's ear and he gasped: attention gained. "Your Mother doesn't have tits, Sean, I have breasts. Tits are how a stripper earns tips."

"What's the difference?"

"You didn't breastfeed from tits, baby, you breastfed from me." I pushed my boobs together and his eyes turn from pinholes to saucers, hopelessly hypnotised as I dug my fingers in to the white flesh. "Don't you think they deserve some respect?"

Sean buried his face between them, trapping his mouth and nose in soft breast meat until he reached the center of my chest and planted a kiss between them. "I never thought about that, sorry, Mom." His voice vibrated against my boobs and I couldn't help but giggle. Okay, not a dainty little giggle, it was more of a surprised yelp laden with laughter.

He recoiled. "Are you okay?"

"You're trying to tickle me!" I mashed my breasts together again, trying to shake off the warm, fuzzy aftershocks. "Take your pants off, young man. Don't make me count to three!" His grin was contagious enough to end my ruse pretty quick, and in a matter of seconds I was reduced to begging. But for the sake of my character, we'll call it 'persuading'.

"Okay, you win!" He kicked his drawers off with a few easy flicks, what a show off. "See? Easy! Now sit down, Momma." Sean started his hands at my knees, his palms firmly pressed against me as he slid them further up my thighs. Their path ended at my waist, subtly pushing me downward until I felt his cock sandwiched perfectly between the lips of my vagina, instantly dousing his entire girth with the cream dripping freely from between my legs.

Maybe it was all the previous muscle memories of toying with myself the same way, albeit with a flimsy piece of silicone, but my anticipation didn't prepare me for the pulsating heat I felt radiating off my Son's cock. I closed my eyes and devoted myself to the sensation of his dick dragging over my clit in a steady rhythm, with only a single stroke to get us in tune, as though we had been practicing together for years.

One particularly firm stroke threw me off balance and I instinctively shot my hands forward to balance myself before I fell. Before I could even open my eyes to see where my hands had landed, I felt Sean's large, encompassing hands catch me and tightly interlace our fingers.

"You knew that was gonna throw me, didn't you?" I accused between bated breaths.

"Well, you are kind of delicate." He teased without allowing even a hiccup into his grinding. "I figured I might have to catch you."

"You think I'm delicate, do you?" I increased my pace, but unlike his Father, he was somewhat of a natural at keeping up with me. My plan backfired, but his bare cock against my clit was a wonderful consolation prize. I gave up on trying to control our speed and let Sean take charge. All I could do was bear down and ensure that each forceful push made contact with my clit, pushing my hips down to angle the sensitive button towards my Son. Sean was in a trance that I didn't want to take him out of, particularly now that his eyes were closed.

An idea crossed my mind and I didn't bother to think about it twice; my plan was fool proof.

I grabbed Sean by the wrists and guided his hands to my butt, gingerly using them to spread myself once they were planted on me. "Don't let go." I whispered into his neck, removing my hands. He couldn't help but gently knead my ass and timidly pull me open a little further, but they stayed glued to me.

Sean's grinding was slower now, more deliberate. "Keep going." I encouraged him with a whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. I had not been this nervous when I lost my virginity, but something in me needed this to go right, so I fought back my anxiety and let my instincts lead.

"Are we ready?" I was asking myself more than I was asking my Son. I didn't need him to answer, his body was telling me "yes" all over. I matched his timing and made sure that the second he pulled back his cock, my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Without breaking stride Sean lurched forward again, only this time he didn't touch my clitoris.

My son effortlessly popped between the folds of my vagina, pushing my gooey juices down with it as the fat, throbbing head sunk deeper and deeper inside of me. Every inch he fed my pussy was swallowed up with an unabashedly hunger. I had never been so full before, yet my walls earnestly made room for our guest until his hips were flush with mine, his cock nuzzled firmly against my cervix.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and a cold shiver ran through my spine, which slowly grew into a glowing fire brewing in the pit of my stomach, as though I had swallowed lava. With his cock firmly embedded in the depths of his Mother's vagina, Sean started pulsing, fluttering against my cervix like his persistent bulging would open me further.

Neither of us spoke; there was nothing to say. All of the guilt and emotional weight I had experienced vanished as though it had never been, and I fell unconditionally in love with having my Son inside of me. Unlike the times I would play with myself, I didn't have any clawing, desperate need to get myself off in record time. When I was alone, my toys never sat still for this long, especially my vibrating ones, but that state of mind was absent here.

I think a part of me was waiting, wanting, for him to take control, momentarily forgetting that I was the one on top. Dragging his cock out from within my warmth was a disappointing thought, but I was getting antsy, so I raised my hips and let a few inches of Sean's fat cock ease out of me. I gasped loudly, but Sean's grunting drowned me out. Neither of us were prepared for how good it felt to fill, or be full of, each other.

My insides were used to intruders of a decidedly smaller size; not even my toys were able to give me such a fulfilling stuffing, but Sean's girth was proving a welcome challenge. I needed to see how much I could take before I really started aching. I plopped down into Sean's lap and my globular bottom bulged out like a pancake under my weight.

I thanked myself for maintaining an interest in pilates for so many years, I loved having an ass I could be proud of, just as I'm sure Sean thanked me for my tightly developed grip. I happily conformed my fleshy walls to fit around him, trying to milk and store every drop of precum from his balls. My pussy knew it was being fucked by someone special, it knew the prize we were facing was one to treasure.

Sean's bulbous head was perfectly poised so as not to fall out when my ass rose, waiting to be swallowed whole when I plummeted down again. The constant pounding was forming a knot in my stomach where I could feel my Son hitting each time I impaled myself on his throbbing erection, so I aimed to change pace.

I grabbed my Son by each side of his head and pulled him up to kiss me. His muscular arms encircled me and pulled me down into his lap as he rose to a sitting position, keeping his lips locked with mine. There was something to be said about communicating wordlessly and getting exactly what you want from your partner; Sean and I were in perfect harmony. The knot in my stomach uncoiled itself as I slowly eased my Son into me, taking the time to feel him gingerly peel me apart rather than punishing my body with his full effort.

Once he was buried to the hilt I began steadily rocking back and forth, carefully trying to release some of the pressure on my cervix. Sean did a wonderful job of keeping me held tight; one hand nestled between my bum cheeks and the other on my shoulder so he could pull me down to meet his strokes. My breasts flattened over Sean's chest as he brought me as close as he could, creating a mountain of squishy boob between us.

Sean placed his lips in a seal around my nipples, jutting out like bullets, and sucked them while flicking his tongue over the bumpy surface. His sucking grew harder until I felt him pop it from his mouth, retrying the same tactic on the creamy skin like he was sucking on a giant, puffy marshmallow. His sucking left a small red ring that stood out noticeably, successfully branding me with his own personal hickey.

The longer we stayed in this position the more I felt civility leaving me, giving way to lust. Sex with my husband was always done with the objective of impressing him, or at least doing a good job, and that's something I had always considered to be my job. Archaic, I know, but we married young and nothing ever changed. The differences being that now, looking like a mess of sweat and tangled hair, towering over my own son, I felt sexier than I ever had.

I was thoroughly enjoying being so close with Sean, but the fire in my gut needed more in order to burn at its brightest. There was a moment of weakness in him and I took advantage by pushing him down onto his back and taking control. It didn't last long, as the second I closed my eyes to bask in my newfound power, Sean dethroned me. I didn't register what was happening before I was torn down and thrown to the blankets, snapping my eyes open to see Sean hovering over me with a goofy smile.

"See?" He winked, withdrawing from me and leaving me feeling empty. "Told you; you're fragile."

He spread my thighs apart and climbed between them so he would have uninhibited access to his mother's pussy. My heels dug into his back in an effort to bring him closer and he followed mercifully, equally uninterested with the idea of leaving his mommy's clutches. I didn't have time to pout over his absence; his cock dipped between my lips and I swallowed the inflated helmet, cooking up a bubbly, gooey mixture of precum and my own nectar that threatened to leak out should I be left unplugged for too long.

Sean plunged his cock into the creamy pussy and stirred me up, filling all the space I had left. I clenched with all my strength, forcing a bead of wetness out of me that dripped down between my butt cheeks, gliding over my asshole and sending a tingle through my legs. I couldn't help but groan and dig my nails into his shoulders as he inched out, preparing for the next moment where I knew I would be made to stretch for him again.

My Son held himself over me, leaving me very little room to move as I squirmed around beneath him. The oncoming waves of pleasure encouraged me to lose what control I had left.

"Mom, are you okay?" He asked with concern.

It was then, when I finally took a breath, that I realized I had been holding it for more than a few seconds. "Y-yes sweetheart, I'm fine." My eyes fluttered open in response to hearing him refer to me as 'Mom', and I'll be damned if it didn't trigger something major in my brain.

"It's just that you-."

"Stopped breathing, I know, I'm okay." I stroked his face reassuringly, an instinctive mothering move that I'm sure works better when my face wasn't contorted in a pre-orgasmic glare. "Just...keep fucking your Mother, baby. Your Mommy-slut is gonna come really, really soon, so can you-."

"Can I do...this?" Sean interjected, tilting his hips down so his next thrust was aimed squarely at my g-spot. The head of his cock dragged against the velvety soft spot at the top of my vagina and sent fireworks into my eyes as he did. I couldn't manage to respond, but I must've nodded 'yes' because Sean replied, "Okay, Momma, hold on tight."

I bit into his shoulder just enough to inflict a touch of motivational pain. Each thrust was directed with precision against my g-spot, giving me just enough relief in between to catch a small amount of breath. My eyes were shut so tightly I was seeing stars appear behind my eyelids, their size building to a crescendo until all I could see were fields of white with blue and yellow spots dancing on the horizon.

My toes were curled so intensely the muscles began to cramp, and the same thing was happening over the rest of my body. I shivered like a leaf but my Son held me close, undoubtedly benefiting from the fleshy vice constricting his cock in a slippery death grip.

I gave myself to my orgasm, falling out of touch with reality as I moaned like only Sean and I existed in the world. I had to muffle myself with his shoulder again but he didn't seem to mind, bearing into me as I bit down harder. My ankles locked around his legs and he got the message, obediently holding himself as deep as he could so each of my convulsions had something to hold on to.

Sean covered my mouth to silence the whines that I couldn't contain. "You've gotta be quiet for me, Momma." He insisted, but his wording only served to encourage me. My tingling brain was made of fire, igniting like gunpowder down my spine causing my back to arch with Sean still inside of me, bumping my g-spot again. This cycle happened over and over; I would tense up and arch my back when Sean brushed my inner button, then relax as he withdrew, only to feel my muscles constrict when he sunk into my depths again, hitting my g-spot every time on the way down.

Lucky for me, my son is a patient man. Sean rode my orgasm out with me and waited until the final wave ran through me before he started to pull back his cock. After being embedded in me for so long, enough suction had built up that made my walls and lips want to cling to my Son with dire desperation. "Stay." I urged, digging my nails into the back of his head and pulling him in to kiss me, until I was satisfied he wouldn't be going anywhere. "Now baby, if you love me, you'll keep fucking me."

"I still am, Mom." He laughed like I was making a joke.

"No, you aren't, you're just resting inside of me." I made sure he was looking into my eyes so he knew I was serious. "I'm telling you to fuck me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Mommy." He treated me to my favourite smile in the whole wide world.

"Yes, Mommy-what?" I teased, waiting for his playful return response.

He gave a slight chuckle and pushed his fat cock into me, taking me off guard to fill up every small space he had left to fill. "Yes, my Mommy-slut." He cooed between kisses across my neck. I tried to remain in the dominant role, but found that it wasn't nearly as much fun as letting my Son take the reins.

I got the feeling that he had been holding back, despite my assertion against fragility, as he now gave in to the urge to pound his Mother with gradually increasing speed. I wasn't going to tell him to stop; I wanted to see what my Son would do with me before I brought him down to Earth. Every handful of strokes he would make the next one a bit quicker, so it didn't take long before I felt him bottoming out once or twice every few seconds.

My tightness was starting to fade, my pussy was telling me it was giving up trying to maintain elasticity, but Sean didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, when I formally relaxed I heard him groan with excitement. "How did you somehow just get even softer?" He found the time to beg me amid a mounting assaulting against my tender, velvet tunnel.

"Don't ask silly questions." I demanded, transfixed watching him slide into me at such a fast pace, my tummy, breasts, and thighs all rippling without a moment's rest. Our foreheads were pressed together, sweat forming on out brows. He was pounding me awfully hard, and he sure as hell wasn't doing it for my sake. My hands rested comfortably on his neck with my thumbs rubbing behind his ears to give him a subtle reassurance that I could handle the rough treatment, no matter sharply I squealed.