Not Yet But Now 4

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 4 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

We tried to sleep together, with me in the middle, spooning up to my sister with my cock nestled between the trim cheeks of her bottom, and Mum behind, her hips to mine, her lovely tits pressed into my back. But it is a fact that the bed was too small for us all. First Alice, and then Mum, departed during the night.

Mum woke me urgently.

“Peter, we’ve slept in! It’s late! Time for school! Hurry, come on, I’ll have to drive you.”

I raised my head groggily from the pillow.

“Huh? What time is it?”

“Almost 8:00.”

Standing beside the bed with her dress in her hand, Mum was already partly dressed in a black lace bra and panties. I leaned forward across the bed and took in her long legs and the heeled black leather sandals on her feet, red lacquered toes peeking through. The dark fur of her pussy showed tantalisingly through the pantie-lace.

“Do I have to go? I don’t feel well,” I lied.

“What is it, darling?”

“I think I’ve got a temperature.”

“Really? Let’s see,” Mum responded doubtfully, moving closer and putting her hand on my forehead.

I slipped my arms around her hips and pressed my face to her panties, breathing in the scent of her washed pussy.

“Oh you little shit!” she rebuked me, half seriously. “Don’t!”

But her tone did not match her words. And she did not draw her body back. “Please, Mum,” I continued, “I haven’t even had breakfast.” I rubbed my nose over her clad pussy.

“Not terribly sick, then,” Mum concluded, taking hold of my hands and freeing herself from my grasp. “Go and have a shower. And be quick. And don’t masturbate,” she added, squeezing my stiffening cock as I arose and moved past her, “I’ll ring school.”

Unsurprisingly, I bathed in haste, foregoing my usual ritual of standing beneath the hot water until it ran out. Still damp, I left the bathroom, naked.

“…Yes, he’s just a bit off-colour…Probably not anything serious, no…Bye.”

Mum’s voice came from her room. And thither I directed my youthful steps, as you might say.

Mum had drawn the curtains, and three red tapers burnt in the candelabra which she had brought in to stand on her dressing table. She’d thrown a gauzy scarf over the bedside lamp to mute the soft glow it threw through the room. She looked up as I entered and stood facing me. She’d taken off her bra, and her beautiful breasts were now covered only by a sheer black teddy.

With a smile on her lips, she pushed her chest forward a little and shook her tits ever so slightly, her nipples brushing against the material. She put a hand on her hip and posed, left leg bent at the knee, left foot drawn up onto its toes.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yeah, Mum.”

“You’re sure you’re not too ill to kiss me?”

“No,” I groaned.

“Sure you don’t need to spend the day in bed…?”

“No, no.”

“…With Mummy?”

“Oh!…Ah! Yes, yes!”

“Well, just slip under the covers while I get ready.”

As I slithered back into bed, Mum bent forward, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, hanging like ripe fruit from her body, gently rolling and stretching her nipples between thumb and fingers through her sheer top, making them poke out invitingly. Turning her back to me, she bent over further, arching her back and sticking out her full, rounded arse, exposing the tiny wisp of black lace that stretched down the crease of her fleshy peach, reaching back, gently spreading her cheeks just enough to show me her anus peeking out beneath it. Shucking off her top, she slowly slipped the string of her tiny panties over her hips to display her puckered brown hole to me. And all the while she stared into the mirror of her dressing table, smiling knowingly at my reactions. “Do you like my bottom?”

“Oh, God, Mum…”

“It’s not too big?”

She ran her fingers lightly over her butt-cheeks, letting them trail over her arsehole.

“No, Mum, no, it’s beautiful.”

With her tiny panties pulled halfway down her thighs she opened her legs a little more and reached between them, fluffing out her pubic hair, slipping saliva-moistened fingers into her fur, and, for the first time, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy lips.

“I’m very horny, darling,” she murmured, running a manicured finger along her parted slit. “Are you horny, too?”

“Oh, Mum…fuck…”

“Soon,” she responded, bending right over and slipping the panties off, over her sandals, lifting one foot and then the other to step out of them. She turned and strutted to the bed, close to my face, the movement of her hips exaggerated. Standing next to me with legs well apart, she tilted her pelvis to display her hairy pussy.

“This is my clitoris,” she said, drawing up and parting her pussy flesh with one hand, and beginning to circle the tiny pink button with the middle finger of the other, “My most sensitive part. Come here. Lick me, darling.”

She lifted one leg over my head to kneel on the bed, the other remaining on the floor, and presented her pink slit to my eager mouth. I gratefully buried my face in her hot secret flesh, tonguing along its length and teasing her tiny bud, sucking gently on it and working at it with my tongue. I could feel Mum gyrating her hips slightly, setting a rhythm, and tried to respond.

“Yes, darling, that’s right…” she encouraged me, resting her hands on my head and pressing herself to my mouth. “Ooh, my sexy boy, with his sexy Mummy…eating her sexy cunt…”

She now brought her other leg up and knelt fully astride me, working her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against my face more urgently. I drew my arms from under her legs and gripped her spread thighs.

“Eat my horny cunt, sweetie, oh yes…ah, that’s lovely…so good…”

Wetness flowed from her onto my chin, from the hole there beneath her mons into which I wormed my tongue, sex-wetness; taste, taste of woman, not sweet, not honey, better than sweet, taste of cunt-must, of mother cunt; for me, for Mummy’s boy – hah! – Mummy’s horny son, who loves his beautiful mother and eats her all up and makes her cum so sexy on his face, oh God it’s so good, riding my face and hot, hot, hot, fuck my face Mummy, fuck my face with your beautiful wet pink gash, let me eat you and eat you always and make you cum all over me…

Shuddering and gasping, Mum touched off her own orgasm at the last, fingering her clit as I devoured her horny snatch. The delight I felt as she came is inexpressible – her intimate abandon, her naughty teasing, her uninhibited animal sexuality was intoxicating. Things I now realised were always there, sometimes hinting at their presence, but, until now kept in check, were now mine to share. I was the luckiest horny teen in the world.

Mum eased back onto my chest, straddling me.

“Darling, that was lovely,” she smiled. “I hope I wasn’t too hard on your poor face.”

“Oh no, Mum, I loved it.”

My stiff cock bumped into her soft arse as she wriggled on top of me.

“Mmm, and what do we have here?” she asked, raising her bottom and reaching between her legs to take hold of my burning member. “Oh, what a lovely hard cock! Is this for me?”

She took off her sandals and threw them aside, then pressed my erection to her wet cunt lips and began easing them along it with sensuous movements of her hips.

“He’s all hot and stiff!” she teased, rubbing herself on its underside, “I think he likes me. I think any Mummy would like to have a nice hard cock like this to play with.” Looking into my eyes she ground her cunt against its heat.

“Oooh, Mum…”

“You like that, don’t you, Peter? You like rubbing your big stiff cock against my pussy?”

Actually the rubbing was the other way round, but I was not about to correct her.

“Mum, you’re going to…”

“…Rubbing it on my horny pussy…”

“Oh, fuck yeah…”

“Potty mouth boy, are you? You must have a very naughty Mummy to speak like that. She must be the type of dirty, dirty bitch who plays with her own son’s cock.”

“Muuum!” I groaned, the torture exquisite.

“Who wants to see him squirt out his hot cum…for his dirty Mummy? Yes…yes…like that! All over her hairy cunt…oh yes, baby…so much cum! So much! So delicious!”

My spewing rod spurted long pearly jets of semen over her hand, her cunt fur, her inner thighs, my chest, as I threshed and moaned in cumming. All the while Mum kept up her filthy talk, looking into my eyes with wicked glee, working her hips to squeeze every last dart of sticky pleasure from my crotch.

When I was done she got off me and rubbed my sperm over her skin and into her pussy-thatch, while bending to lick up the traces from my body.

“Did you like that, Rabbit?” she enquired, resting her cheek on my chest, her head turned towards me and idly toying with my balls.

“Shit, yeah!”

“It wasn’t too naughty for you?”

“Oh no, no!”

“I can get a bit carried away, you know,” she went on, “But it’s not really serious. I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea…”

Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Perhaps she had gone further than she intended. And in truth although I’d been incredibly excited I’d been a bit shocked, too, at the wickedness of her words. Sensing this, perhaps, she moved up and lay beside me, kissing me gently on the mouth.

“We have all day, darling. We’ll have many days.”

We lay there a long time, cuddling and kissing, snuggling and stroking each other’s bodies.

“You’re so beautiful, Mum.”

“Oh, sweetheart…well, I’m glad you think so. I’m very lucky to have such a handsome young lover.”

So passed the hours: we ate snacks from the fridge, kissed again, gazed into each other’s eyes, fondled each other, got up to pee, scampered back under the covers, kissed some more – the things that those in love do.

And by early afternoon my cock was insistently hard again, and I could feel her cuntheat as I cupped her pussy. I crawled on top of her, my chest pillowed on her full tits, and began kissing her throat, feeling her gentle moans of pleasure under my mouth. I began squirming, rubbing my hot cock against her belly, silently inviting her to open her legs to me.

“Oh, God, darling, you’re making me so horny again. I’m so horny for your cock inside me…”

“Oh yeah, Mum!”

The promised land was in view; I would at last copulate with my mother, fully realise the knowledge I’d gained those years ago in her very first intimate milking of me, fulfil the nasty fantasies with which I’d filled my head ever since.

“No, no, darling! No, we can’t!”

Mum pulled up short, pushing my upper body away from herself to look seriously into my eyes.

“Rabbit, I want to make love with you very much, but we can’t. I’m not ready: I wasn’t expecting this – I could easily fall pregnant.” She kissed me tenderly. “We’ll have to wait. Only a few weeks, while I go back on the pill.”

My disappointment must have been obvious, but mum’s face brightened.

“There are other things we can do,” she said slyly, gripping my cock, “Would you like to rub yourself between my boobs?”

My moan of approval was all the acknowledgment she needed. Mum made us both sit up and she reached for the bottle of oil from her bedside table. Kneeling face to face and holding my cock between her breasts she let the oil drizzle over them, smooth and glistening. She put the bottle aside and cupped her tits to envelop my hot member before easing her body up and down, sending tingling sex-pleasure through me.

“Oh, Mum, that’s so hot,” I murmured, responding and worked my cock up and down with my hips.

“Fuck my tits, baby. I want you to fuck my tits with your big cock.”

She bent her head to kiss the head of my dick as it emerged from her warm breastflesh, smacking her lips loudly each time it touched them.

“Oh yeah, Mum, suck on my dick,” I urged.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, her lips closed around my cockhead, her tongue circling it, her cheeks drawn in with suction.

I steadied myself with hands on her shoulders, and thrust my cock back and forth between her hot slippery breasts, my pleasure mounting and mounting. She could tell I was getting close.

“Are you going to cum on me, baby? Squirt your cum all over me?”

“Fuck yeah, Mum!”

“Oh yeah! That’s it! Squirt it on my tits! Ah-hah!” she squealed in delight, “On my face! You’re cumming on Mummy’s face! Oh, I love it! My horny boy, cumming on me!”

Sticky lines of semen streaked her cheeks and throat as I came. More pooled in her cleavage. She threw her head from side to side, luxuriating in my hot pearly tribute to her, wanking every spurt of jism from my body, taking my cock in her mouth and licking the last oozing drops from its head.

“Yum!” she exclaimed, all giddy. “Yum, yum, yum! Oh fuck, I love it!”

She lay back and began to finger herself, while with her free hand she sought out the traces of my sperm on her face, her throat, her body and brought them to her mouth, licking them avidly from her fingers.

“I’ll just give myself a little cum, too, darling,” she went on, “You’ve got me all worked up again.”

Watching my lovely mother masturbate brought feelings of mixed lust and tenderness. Her vulnerability, her protectiveness, her carnality – all were there. The tight little frown as her tense pleasure rose, the absent-minded pulling and twisting at her nipples, the involuntary spasms that flitted across her face as she looked into my eyes, the tension in her legs and raggedness of her breathing as her orgasm arrived and crashed through her were, it seemed, given specially to me to witness. And for that I was overwhelmingly grateful. My beautiful mother, sharing herself with me, my sexy mother, companion in pleasure, my dirty mother, feeding my depravity – yes, all were there.

All were there as I lay between her legs and feasted on her humid cunt, licking her pink slit and proudly bringing her to another orgasm. All were there as I later knelt between her spread legs while she fingered herself again, masturbating to my own orgasm, spraying her belly with hot semen as she encouraged me with bright eyes to do.

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