Tits Are Made For Sucking Ch. 05

"Dammit, I'm about to come," he said. "That tight ass of yours is really doing it."

"Don't stop," I managed to yelp, pleasure dominating my senses. "Don't pull out."

"You want me to come inside you?" The slapping noise echoed off the walls.

"Do it!"

"Geezus, the things you make me do!" I knew Mike was kidding from the tone in his voice. "You're turning us both into fag...ahhh..."

The orgasm cut him off as he bucked and growled. I could feel his cock twitching, jerking as he delivered a load deep into my bowels. I held on for dear life, lost in my own sensations, as his orgasm persevered. Mike was out of control.

"I can't stop coming...God...DAMMIT."

His violent thrusts kept on for another minute, then slowed. My ass burned, thoroughly battered by Mike's cock. Still, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. I could smell his body, still pressed against mine. Drops of his sweat hit the small of my back.

"Ahhh..." Mike panted with release. "Ohhh, yeah...fuck yeah."

"Good for you, lover?" I teased with a ragged voice, still relishing the fullness of his cock in my ass. I shivered, realizing we were physically connected, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

"Dammit, Neil," my best friend replied. "Holy fuck! How about you?"

"Talk about a new experience, and you know I have to return the favor."

"Okay," Mike caught his breath, but kept his cock pressed deep inside my ass. "You got a deal, brother, but maybe this weekend. We don't have any more time right now."

Mike stayed inside for a few more luscious moments, then tumbled on the bed beside me, exhausted, his sexy body covered in sweat. I clenched my anus repeatedly, savoring the lingering sensations, but also trying to get it back to normal. As strange and pleasurable as the experience had been, it was still far from the usual routine.

Gazing upon his glistening body, I couldn't help but touch it, rubbing my hands across his torso and stomach. Our eyes met and we started kissing hungrily in the afterglow.

"Sweaty boy," I whispered between wet kisses.

I started kissing his face, working my way down to his neck and shoulders. Of course, I had to take his nipple in my mouth, savoring the salty sweat as I suckled on his erect bud.

"Mmmm," Mike moaned with appreciation. "We should grab a shower before Mom gets back. I have to wash your fucking shit off my dick."

I released his nipple, slapping him on the hip. "Asshole!" Then we both realized how funny that word was at the moment and laughed.

The warm spray of water soothed me as Mike washed my ass. It was déjà vu all over again as I remembered my shower time with Mom that morning. His hands were rougher than my mother's, but I didn't mind. The personalized service felt great. We lathered and rinsed each other, our cocks incapable of being limp. There was still a lot of desire remaining. I'm sure we could've fucked the rest of the evening and into the next day, but circumstances prevented it.

As we toweled off, I pulled up the courage to talk about his mother.

"Man, how did you get your mom to produce milk like that? Can I ask?"

"Sure," Mike replied. "I don't mind talking about Mom."

"That was so fuckin' sexy, you sucking her tits like that." I tossed the towel on the bed and started to get dressed.

"She did it herself with her last boyfriend." Mike helped me dress, with the help of a few kisses, and I let him. "He got her going and when she tossed him out, I just took over."

"Jesus, I wouldn't know what to do if my mom was like that." I paused a moment, realizing what was coming out of my mouth. "Forget that. Yes, I WOULD know what to do!"

Mike's next question blindsided me.

"You fool around with your mom, yet?" From the look in his eye, I could tell he was being bold. His gaze penetrated into mine. He was fuckin' serious.

"I...well..." Christ, should I let the cat out of the bag? I mean really, after lying to Mom and keeping all these secrets, I was getting tired of the deception. I figured if Mike was honest enough to talk about his incest situation with me, then I shouldn't hold back.

"Hey, man..." Still shirtless, Mike put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't answer if you don't want to." I placed my hands on his bare shoulders, rubbing them. We kissed some more, this time gently, our lips brushing together like butterflies, our tongues darting out, serpent-like, to make contact.

"This can't get out," I finally replied. "But yes, we fool around some."

Mike gave me another kiss, taking me in his arms.

"You think I want any of this to get out?" He replied, our faces mere centimeters from each other's. I loved rubbing my hands across the bare skin of his back. "People would lose their shit." I nuzzled his neck, luxuriating in the softness and the scent of Lifebuoy. "We both have secrets to keep."

The rumble of a car motor sounded in the driveway outside and the automatic garage door started its slow, arduous grinding. Mike's mother was returning from work.

Mike released me and slipped into his shirt. We kissed one more time before he grabbed a Monopoly game from the shelf and spread it out on the carpet. With the sound of Mrs. Arden entering the house, we laid out the Monopoly money, scattering a few wooden houses and hotels across the board.

"You put a hotel on Baltic Avenue?" Mike sneered. "Dumb fuck."

I wanted to jump across the board and rape him, but at that same moment, Mrs. Arden poked her head around the door.

"Hey, fellas," she smiled. As I turned my head toward her, I noticed she had already started removing her blouse. Two or three buttons at the top were undone, revealing lush cleavage and a hint of lacy, white bra.

"Hi, Mom," Mike smiled like the Cheshire cat. "How did it go today?"

"Oh, the usual," she sighed, her breasts heaving a bit. "Trying to lessen the suffering of humanity and do what's right. Up with people, y'know...whatever."

By the tone of her voice, I could tell she was exhausted, and most likely wanting to get naked with her son for some loving relaxation, including some copious breastfeeding. Mrs. Arden was such an attractive, full-figured woman, I couldn't help but gaze at her bust and her lovely neck. My train of thought derailed for a moment. She spoke again.

"See something interesting?" She asked. I looked up to see her staring at me, one eyebrow cocked. She was talking to me!

Dammit, busted!

My mouth fell open to speak, but I couldn't think of the right words to say. Nothing would get me out of this jam. Before I could respond, Mike interjected.

"You have great tits, Mom," he said matter-of-factly. "You don't mind if we appreciate them, do you?"

That forced me to find my words.

"Mike, what the fuck?" I blurted out, regretting it immediately. "Oops! Sorry, Mrs Arden."

"You naughty boys," she smiled. "I should say naughty men, but you'll always be curious little boys to me."

As she spoke, Mrs. Arden finished unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it open to reveal two bra-encased breasts. Heat crept across my face as I blushed furiously, trying not to stare.

"I'm looking forward to you coming over this weekend," she purred, slipping the bra straps from her shoulders. Her tits were a mere shrug away from total exposure. She glanced at her son, then back at me. "We'll have fun."

Goddamn!

"Yes, ma'am," I managed to croak. My mouth was parched, my heart in my throat. "But I should be getting home now." What I really wanted to do was bury my face between those luscious mounds, and for her to nurse me like she did her son the previous evening.

"Okay, love." Her voice was cool and calming. She had removed the slim, vinyl belt from her waist, coiling it around her hand. "Get here by mealtime. I'll cook up something nice for us."

"Yes, ma'am," I said again, rising to my feet. Before I could leave the room, she placed a hand on my shoulder, leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, bosom heaving forward, agitating me even more.

Mike walked with me to the back stoop.

"Mike, what the fuck?" I whispered. He smiled.

"If you're scared, or don't want to come over, I understand."

The sun was fast disappearing and I started thinking more about getting home.

"I just...I don't know if..."

Mike interrupted. "Hey, don't forget we're all good at keeping secrets. Just keep an open mind, relax, and maybe we can have some fun."

"Okay," was all I could manage to respond with. "See you later."

Mrs. Arden called from the kitchen.

"Mike, come inside. I need help with something."

No doubt, I thought.

"That's my cue," Mike whispered. "But don't worry, I'll save some come for you."

What, are we making rhymes now?

"Coming, Mom." A familiar pairing of words as he disappeared into the house, screen door slamming behind him.

I was so distracted as I pedaled the Schwinn, I forgot about following my alternative route from yesterday, the one where I spotted Mrs. Nelson and followed her home. As much of a goddess as she was, my plate was full with more action than I could imagine. Mrs. Nelson would just have to wait.

As I pumped away at the pedals, bicycle chain creaking steadily, sounding much like the squeak of bedsprings during lovemaking, my thoughts shifted from what I had just experienced to what was waiting for me at home.

There was no question that Mom's initial rule of no sex during the week had quickly crumbled. Over the past few days, she had emerged from her demure, motherly shell to reveal a hungry, sexually voracious woman underneath. However, she managed to play both roles simultaneously, and quite well, I might add. I had become accustomed to my cock being constantly hard, throbbing in my jeans or making a tentpole in my shorts, so this current erection went practically unnoticed.

I coasted into our garage and put my bike away, entering the kitchen through the side door. Mom was in her Barcalounger, finishing a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, but it was the kind out of the can, not homemade. A mostly-eaten fragment of crusty bread parked itself on the side of the plate.

"There you are, my love," she smiled as I trotted over to her, kissing her upturned face. "I'm glad you're home. I'm afraid I've been lazy, just Chef Boyardee."

"No need to make excuses, Mom," I stroked her cheek, drinking in those sweet, hazel eyes and luscious mouth. "I'm sure there's something to dig up in the fridge."

"I'll make you some eggs and bacon, or a sandwich." She rose to her feet, collecting her plate and glass. I'd almost become accustomed to her new habit of being nude under her open bathrobe. Almost. The sight of her swaying breasts playing peek-a-boo from underneath the edges of the robe, and flashes of that thick, flossy bush and shapely, bare calves hadn't lost their ability to fill my body with warmth, and desire.

"I'm really not that hungry, Mom." I peered into the fridge while she placed her dishes in the sink. She walked up behind me, resting her chin on the top of my head as she helped me look. I leaned back against her soft breasts as she pressed an open hand against my belt buckle.

"How about I poach you a couple of eggs?" Her cheek pressed against mine, making me lose my train of thought.

"Sure, Mom," I rubbed my cheek against hers, not really caring about the food. "I'll go get undressed."

"Good plan, angel boy."

I went to my bedroom to get naked, returning to the living room in my usual evening attire, nothing but my shorts. Mom kindly brought me the eggs, along with a glass of milk. By her glances, I could tell she appreciated my lack of clothing, not to mention the erection it barely concealed.

"Thanks, Mom," I managed to divert my eyes away from her dangling breasts to look her in the eyes.

"Of course," she smiled again.

I clanked my fork against the plate, chewing the eggs slowly, taking a sip of milk to wash it down. No surprise, I found Mom's calves and feet more interesting than the blood and gore on the evening news. Mom turned to me.

"Baby, is it all right if you suck my tits later?" She asked very matter-of-factly. Milk almost shot through my nose. I shouldn't have been surprised but, again, only a week ago, we had still maintained a chaste relationship. I managed to reply without choking.

"Mom, I'll suck your tits anytime, anywhere, so yes!"

"Mmmm...I love it when you do that." I noticed her robe had slid open to reveal her sweet Delta of Venus. "I've been sleeping so well the past few days, and I know it's because of you."

I scarfed down the remaining egg, getting a little dribble of yolk on my chin, which I quickly wiped away. "But can we do more than that?"

She looked toward me, opening her robe and sliding it from her shoulders to reveal her breasts. "I was hoping you'd say that." She looked at my empty plate and glass. "Go put those away and join me in your bedroom."

I obeyed, taking all of 30 seconds to dart to the kitchen, then to join my mother in the bedroom. Mom was stretched out on my bed, fully nude. Her head was propped up on two pillows as she opened her arms to welcome me.

"Come here, baby."

Tossing my shorts aside, I slid up between her legs as we kissed with delight, our mouths locking together, tongues probing. After a few moments, she broke the kiss.

"Mama needs to nurse." Our noses rubbed together.

"Yes, Mom."

She hissed with pleasure as I took one of her turgid buds in my mouth, suckling gently, then with more intensity as she spurred me on.

"Oh, yes, honey...that's it...feed on it like when you were a baby. That really gets me wet."

I moaned into her breast, reaching up to tug and pinch her other nipple while she stroked my hair.

"Jesus, yes...yes..." Mom's chest was heaving as I tended to her needs. "God, it feels so good."

My cock jutted against her thigh and she reached down to play with it. I moaned again, feeling her touch. I switched nipples, making her gasp with new pleasure.

"Oh, dammit...damn, I say." Her voice was anxious with lust. "You know how to take care of your mother."

"Mmmhmmmm," I moaned into her breast. She had fully grasped my cock by now and was slowly stroking it. I shifted my hips to accommodate her touch.

"Feels like my little boy's ready to fuck."

Holy shit, Mom, ya think?

We continued for a few more minutes as she gently masturbated me, then she spoke.

"Before you fuck me, can we try something new?"

I released her breast. "Sure, Mom. What is it?"

"Well..." She paused for a moment, as if hesitant. "Have you ever heard of cunnilingus?"

I hadn't. "What's that, Mom?"

Again, she gazed into my eyes, stroking my hair. Before she could speak, I realized what she meant.

"You mean going down? Eating pussy?"

She smiled again. "Yes, honey. It's been so many years, and I used to love that."

"Of course." My lips brushed across her wet nipple. "You'll have to show me how to do it right, though."

"That's my intention," Mom replied. "You know, a year from now, you'll be in college and hopefully dating, maybe finding the right girl. I want you to know what a woman likes."

I slid down until my face was inches from Mom's bush. I kissed her thigh, then nuzzled her ladyfur, inhaling the sweet odor of arousal.

"Here." Mom parted her bush with her thumbs, spreading her pussy lips. Between those lips lie a wet, glistening pink. A small bud protruded at the top.

"See that little bud at the top?" She brushed against it with her fingertip. It looked like a tiny penis, standing erect, poking out from underneath its hood.

"Yeah."

"That's my clitoris...or clit," she instructed. "That's my version of your penis."

"Wow!" I didn't know. Nothing like this had ever been addressed in the adult magazines I'd pored over. "I didn't know women had dicks."

"Well," she chuckled. "I don't think they're truly dicks, but they're very sensitive and, if you know how to treat them, it gives us a lot of pleasure."

"I didn't know pussies were so complicated." My lips were mere inches from her slit.

"Yes, baby," Mom replied. "Lots of men think they're just wet holes to fuck, but they're wrong." She dipped her middle finger into her wetness, then rubbed it around her clit. "You're going to know how to treat a pussy right."

"Anything you say, Mom."

"Here," she instructed. "Trace around it with your tongue."

I obeyed. Placing my hands underneath her thighs, I circled her clit with my pointed tongue. She responded immediately, exhaling with a slight moan, her ass squirming with pleasure.

"Damn, I'm gonna enjoy this," Mom sighed. "I hope you do, too."

Smiling, my tongue didn't leave her sensitive flesh. I licked all around her clit, even at the base of it, with great delicacy. It didn't take long for my saliva to mix with her juices to create a slick coating on my mouth and chin. I was a quick study.

"Ohhh, baby." Mom gently undulated from the oral pleasure I was giving her. "Just a little firmer, and right on my clit."

Immediately, I pushed my tongue deep into her love canal, bringing it up, letting my tongue drag up the underside of her clit, then over it. I traced the area over her clit, then around her pussy lips.

"God, you know what to do," Mom purred. "Keep doing that and Mama will come for you."

Of course, that was my objective, to return the pleasure she had given me, to give her what she wanted and needed in a son and a lover. I circled her clit a few more times, then pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue steadily stroking up and down.

"Ohhh..." her voice quivered as new sensations overtook her. "That's it, baby." She gripped the sides of the bed. "Keep it steady, just like that."

Mom's body undulated steadily against my face as I ate her out. I loved the feeling of my wet mouth against her silky, slick flesh. By now, she had started a low, steady moan, almost like she was humming a tune. Her knuckles were white from clutching the bedclothes.

"Honey," she whispered. "Can you squeeze my tits?"

Immediately, my hands covered her breasts and began massaging them.

"Tug my nipples, baby."

Again, I did exactly as she instructed, and before long, her low moan turned into throaty grunts.

"Oh, Goddamn, yes...that's how you do it. Honey, you make me feel sooo good!"

She placed her hands on the back of my head and humped more aggressively against my face. I kept pace with her thrusts, gasping for air at times, but never breaking the steady path of my tongue.

"Oh...ohhh...aggghhh." Mom sounded like an animal in heat, pleasing me to no end. "Baby, I think it's about to come. Don't stop." Her voice quivered, body at the brink. "Please don't stop...steady...steady...OHHH!!!"

With that, her body convulsed with a shattering climax, spasming and jerking as the orgasm possessed her. Mom's juices squirted into my mouth and on my face, and I dutifully swallowed as much as I could.

Immediately, she pushed me away as her hips shuddered and writhed. Mom cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she gaped at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth open.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Mom gasped for air, and for a moment, I thought she was having a heart attack, the spasms were so intense. My eyes never left her face as that few seconds of time stretched out into an eternity. Talk about a Kodak moment!

Then she got still, eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking as the wave subsided. Finally, she whispered.

"That was good, son...very, very good." She was almost sobbing as she looked down at me, my face still inches from her sopping wet pussy. "But," she managed a smile, "that doesn't mean we shouldn't practice as much as we can." Her eyes conveyed those of a satisfied woman, in turn giving me a warm glow of satisfaction.

"Anytime you want, Mom." I licked my lips, tasting her sex on them. The juices from her ejaculation that I failed to swallow dripped from my chin. She beckoned me.