Chachi (Aunt), Mom's Friend & Mom

I couldn't stand it. I reached out my arms slowly, and my Ma came to me. I was in my chair, and I parted my knees so that she could come close enough for me to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. "Oh God..." I wanted to say, and my Ma said it for me... I kissed it gently, then my tongue lightly touched the very tip, and from there, I started to swirl my tongue ever so gently around more and more of the nipple and felt it grow against my tongue. In the back of my mind, I could not believe I was licking my own Ma's tit, but it was good, better than good, better than fantastic. I started to go from licking to sucking, first very tenderly, then with increasing passion, until I was breathing heavily. Then I took my mouth away, and, being utterly carried away and not thinking what I was doing, said to her "Ma, I want you to sit down, let me get on my knees, and suck you".

She backed away, and I reached up my hands and took hers as I stood up with the biggest pole under my shorts I'd ever had in my life. She didn't look at my cock under my pants, but just looked in my eyes, as she turned 180°, and I helped her sink into the chair. I instantly was on my knees, and sucking as if for my life. She took her hands and ran them through is hair, her neck arched a bit, not overly so, but in obvious pleasure. "Suck me, suck me, baby". I sucked and sucked, and finally had to take my cock out, which I was starting to beat in a heavy rhythm, until I came with a sigh... Only then did I lean back on my haunches and take in the sight of my glorious Ma, leaned back a bit in my chair, nipples erect and hard and at attention, her face flushed, her breasts full. I'd noticed before, but really noticed now, the fullness of my Ma's belly, never the flat board of the hard bodies, but it was beautiful. I knew I wanted to experience that navel which was below the panty line, the spot marked by a flat spot stretched taut... But I felt I already had gone as far as she would let me.

"Ma, how was that?" I breathed. "Wonderful," she sighed, "but I need a lot more sucking than that...," and I went back to work and licked and sucked until my Ma's back arched with pleasure and she cried and "hmmmm"ed after what may have been her coming... I never thought Kamala would be outdone, but just my Ma's breasts were enough to convince me that she would be the best sex of my life, ever... I stopped suckling, and just laid there, my head lightly against one of her breasts. She held me against her. "You can have me like this every day," she said. "Every day, after school, whenever your father isn't home, anytime... I love you." I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep knowing my beautiful fucking Ma was in the room next to mine... Well, she was truly beautiful, my cock felt that for sure.

Every day when I came home from school, I'd come in the door, look my Ma in the eye, take her hand, and lead her to my bedroom. We got to the point where it was almost as exciting for me to unbutton her blouse, turn her around, unhook her bra, and start fondling her tits, as it was to suck them. The anticipation was tremendous, every fucking day. I'd walk into the house with a huge hard on, and eventually, I'd even drop my pants so I was naked from the waist down while I stripped my Ma to her waist. There were days before I'd undress her that I'd come up from behind her, kiss her neck, tongue her ear, and feel her boobs through her top, and started the slightest pushing with my hips into her ass. She was always a little defensive then, wanted only her tits to receive attention. Bu that attention she loved more than anything, I think she was in love with my mouth. And I had the freedom that I never had before. I used to have to listen, hardly breathing, whenever I stroked himself or beat off between the pillows, afraid I'd get caught, but now, not only did I not have to be furtive and hide, I could do whatever I wanted to pleasure myself with my door wide open.

Even better, there were days when I had to relieve himself even after sucking my Ma's gorgeous lobes, and I would go out to her, tell I was going to play with myself, and she would most often come in my room to watch. I hoped for more, of course, even though I continued to fuck my 'girlfriend' Kamala. One day, after many weeks of suckling, and having always done nothing with my cock but stroke it myself, I thought I'd try something different. I knew my Ma enjoyed looking at my cock, but she'd never said anything about ever touching it herself. Well, I wanted her to do something for me. After a particularly intense sucking session, and having avoided touching himself, I stood up with my raging hard on and placed myself as close to my Ma as I could, she still slumped down in the chair in my room. Ma stared at my boner lovingly. I just stood there, come oozing out the tip of my throbbing penis, and started talking. "Ma, I know you haven't said we'd ever do more than what we have been doing, but I'd give anything to at least rub my dick on your tits..." She knew what I wanted. "Let's do something even better." She stood up, and laid down on my bed, her tits swaying as she walked. "Come over here to the bed. Get on top of me and I'll let you rub your cock between my tits..." Yes, even her language had gotten more intimate. It took me all of 5 seconds to be on top of my Ma, thrusting my stiff dick on my dear Ma's chest as she grabbed her full, pretty melons and pushed them together so tightly that I thought it felt a lot like being inside Kamala's sweet tight cunt.

Faster and faster I pumped, until I came, gushing, "Ughhhhhh..." The splatter, not a very great deal as I'd been pumping my meat many times each day, was still enough to make a pool of liquid love on the spot just above where her cleavage would have been if she were sitting up. I lifted myself off of her, and set one cheek of my butt right near her hip, close, and started to lovingly massage my jism into her skin. "Now that was great," I murmured, and started to take a drop of my come on the tip of my finger and work it into one of her nipples. She continued to lay there, her eyes open, probably not sure where this was going. I continued to love the attention my Ma allowed me to give her. There was no bound to our intimacy any longer. I would wander into the bathroom whenever she was bathing, sometimes to kneel over the edge of the tub and massage her tits, and sometimes to let my eyes drift to that dark hair on her mons that still fascinated me and couldn't keep off my mind. Not only her pubic hair, but that slightly protuberant belly stimulated my imagination. Her navel, slightly closed from a bit of underlying padding, looked like a perfect place to put the tip of my cock, and rub until I came...

What would that belly, rubbing against mine, during passionate fucking, feel like? She let me look. It wasn't entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks into this relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well. No longer, unless I chose to do so, did I have to relieve the aching pleasure in my nuts by pulling at my own cock. My Ma started doing that for me. One day, after our regular tit suck session, and after coming while stroking myself, I just backed up, and stood up. My cock was still hard, of course. I was bold then. "Ma, Kamala likes to play with it. I'd love to have you play with it, too". She looked up at me, and then down at my raging hard on, then after minute of just looking, reached out and brushed the underside of my shaft with the tips of one hand, starting to slide up and down, then faster, giving her all, her hand fully in contact, until I shot off. "God, Ma, that was incredible," I shuddered.

I'd finally experienced my Ma's touch. Presently, my thoughts centered on intercourse. I thought about it all the time. God, what an experience it would be to fuck my Ma! A few short months into this love affair, it turned out my father, was going on a week long trip. I knew exactly what I wanted, but wasn't sure how to approach my Ma. No point in being subtle. One afternoon after suckling her passionately, I simply told her "Ma, I think we need to screw." I wasn't yet comfortable with using the word fuck in front of her, though I hoped one day I would be. "Really? What are you talking about?," she said. "Well, after all we've done, I think I'd like for us to pretend you're my wife, and I'm your husband, while dad's gone for that week trip he's taking." We were lovers in everything but fucking anyway, and taking my penis into her wetness wouldn't make it any more wrong. But she put me off.