The Golden Dong

"You do make me happy, baby," my mother said sweetly as her thumb brushed along my cheek. "But right now I'm not your mother. I'm the woman you've been gazing in wonder lust at, like I wouldn't know," she said flashing me this coy smile, "I'm the woman that's been waiting for you to tell me how you really felt about me." My mother rose slightly off the bed as I pushed her teddy up her chest. Before anything else, there was something I been dreaming about, and I was damn sure going to know what her breasts felt and tasted like. I felt her skin heating as my lips trailed down her neck, the rapid breaths as my lips danced along her skin. The way she shuddered as my nose continued its northern trek up her right mountains orb. The intake of breath that drew through her lips as mine gently wrapped around her nipple. Feeling her muscles tremble as my fingertips danced along her thigh as my tongue rolled along her areola. Leaving a trail of sweet kisses from the peak of her right breast down her wanton valley to her other mountainous peak. It seemed wrong to leave the other wanting, now doesn't it? "Oh William!" my mother cried out as I continued my southernly trek to explore this divine body that was brought down from the heavens.

My mother's hips lifted as I pulled down her panties. I watched her reaction to mine as she brought her legs up. Showing me how lovely her tight little peach was when I was face to face with it. Lowering her legs back to the bed, spreading her legs, resting her feet on either side of me as my mother allowed me to gaze at that mana from heaven unabated.

"Look at me William," my mother said directing my eyes upward. "This house, this life, this body, this...," she said reaching down taking hold of my hand. The tips of my fingers dragged along her skin before she placed the palm of my hand over her heart. "Heart. Is all I can give you. Is this the life you want?"

"Mom," I said resting on my left arm as I hovered over her, "there isn't another place I would rather be than right here in this moment with you," I said before kissing her softly.

"Baby, I needed to feel you here," my mother said running my hand down her chest to come to a rest over her mound.

"I was planning on getting to that," I said with a coy smile.

"You better," my mother said in this rather cute little voice.

I felt her frustration growing as I kissed down one thigh, along the edge of her pussy, then repeating the process with her other thigh. I noticed how the longer I teased her the more of her dew began to coat her labia. Yet as my lips finally gently plucked at my mother's moist lips. I wasn't prepared for what was to come.

"Fuck! Mmmhmm! Yes. Yes. Taste it! Taste the woman that's going to be fucking you." I was stunned to say the least. My mother cussing, what has the world coming to. The horror I tell you. I glanced up and was meet with one of the most wonderous things any man could be so gracious gifted to see. I began to ponder if this was what Eden looked like as I gazed upon those lofty orbs. To watch that angelic face as she bathed in the sheer elation, to be free to live in that moment now that one had come to partake in this most holy of tasks. As those heavenly orbs rose so did my own pleasure as I was finally able to make that divine voice sing as my lips gently tugged on those moist lips. "F-f-fuck," my mother hissed in this chaotic twitch as my fingers slowly pulling my mother's labia a part. Her canal clenched as my hot breath teased her entrance. Her thighs quaked in anticipation of the secret treasure I was meant to find. "YES!" my mother howled as her hips lifted off the bed. The sweet ambrosia began to gather waiting for its brethren in its long sacred pilgrimage. The heaven shook, thunderous beats echoed out, the cosmos was in chaos as the spark began to grow, to flicker to life. Hurricanic wind drew pass my ear as that goddess before me prepared to speak to the one praying at her altar. "William!"

I was the chosen as that hand held me in place. That sweet nectar began to flow, to taunt my noise from the days that had been denied such bliss. My tongue curled out parting her lips to taste the gift this goddess had so graciously bequeath me. Her fingers weaved through strands of my hair. That once holy being now was curled, her chest heaved a slight sheen of sweat clung to her skin. I dared to chance my luck to truly gaze at this goddess who has allowed this simple pilgrim to taste the nectar of the gods. What I saw in those hungry, predatory, sinful eyes...it wasn't her sadness that was certain. The way those hypnotic violet eyes flared as the beast had been awoken, and there was only one she wanted, or that was the feeling I got as I stared deeply into her soul.

"Yes baby, do you like the taste of your...?!" I answered her question as I rolled my tongue within that hot canal foretelling the bountiful gifts I was about to receive. The heavens quaked and thundered as that spark began to build again. I always thought that I was the indeed lucky one to ever know a woman like this. Again my mirth rose as that angel sang. I have mentioned this before this is about my mother not about my own satisfaction. "Oh...god, oh...god," my mother gulped as I renewed my assault. Her thighs gently squeezed my head as her body embraced me, wrapping me in her warmth as my mother slowly rocked her hips as I sought for that hidden treasure. "That's it, that's the spot that needs your touch baby," my mother cooed sweetly as she struggled for breath. My eyes were awash in that holy light as she held the sun's rays enthralled. Her hand reached down along the left side of my face, my hands worked quickly to remove that damnable piece of cloth that kept me from knowing this woman. The light pressure on the underside of my chin lifted me from my devotion at her altar. My hands roughly pushed my pants down as that goddess drew me up her holy body. My heart raced knowing I was unworthy of tasting those lips as she brought me closer.

I nearly melted as I felt the softness of her thighs as they rubbed against mine as I hovered over that angelic body. I had some how manage not to blow my load as I felt her embrace on my hard dangling rod. I knew what was coming as I felt those soft lips once again. Feeling my mother slightly lifting her hips below me. I gasped as my engorged head ran through her labia. My fingers curled around the sheet as my cock began it's slow journey into her forbidden kingdom. My eyes watched and savored how that goddess below me reacted as my hips thrust my rod deep into her hot cunt. We stared at one another knowing that we were now forevermore lovers. Lovers that could not turn back time even if we tried to.

"Oh William," my mother softly moaned her hands gripped my biceps as her back arched.

"You're so beautiful." The words flowed pass my lips regardless if I wanted them to or not. My thumb ran along her cheek, seeing her eyes quivering in true happiness in the first time in two years. Then I slowly began to make love to this divine woman that allowed me a chance to be with her like this.

Yelping in surprise as my mother rolled be on to my back after ten minutes of me bringing pleasure to that heavenly body. That hungry goddess sat over me, gazing down at me like some sinful devil. A look of primal hunger and satisfaction rained down upon me as her hips began to rock back and forth as her right hand rested on my chest. Forever telling the world and me that I now serve this goddess as she allowed me to experience Shangri-La. The animalistic look in those violet eyes as her paradise squeezed my cock to sweet surrender foretelling what was to come.

"Tonight," my mother whispered her lips brushing along mine as she leaned over me. My spent cock still deep inside that hot, wet, orgasmic pussy. Filling her juices and my cum dripping down onto my skin. "Why don't you sleep with your mother?"

The End.

"What the hell!" Alysa shouted as she flipped through the notebook she had found in her son's room as she had came in to fetch his dirty clothes. She had found it by accident as her son went to great lengths to hide it, and it was no wonder that he did given the contents. To say she was shocked by what she had read in her own son's handwriting about her no less was an understatement. Yet she couldn't deny how it made her feel. "Was that how he really saw me? Is this how he truly feels about me?" she asked herself as she flipped back to how her son had described eating out his own mother. Alysa couldn't help herself as her thighs rubbed together, biting her lip as she re-read how he saw her as her son gazed at her from between her legs. Quickly closing the notebook in a loud thud. Shaking her head, she couldn't allow herself to get affected by the story. Yet in the back of her mind she wondered if there was more to the story since she couldn't find anything else in the notebook. "William!" Alysa called out.

As William Burchill stood in the doorway of his own bedroom. He knew his life would be forever changed as he saw his mother holding a notebook that he had hidden away. He had hoped that no one would ever find that story. Prayed that his teacher had been wrong when he started to draft that story. Yet that wasn't so as he looked into his mother's eyes.

Truly The End.