Figs and Honey Ch. 02

I had never thought of my mum and dad as having lives of their own when I wasn’t there. You forget parents make plans between themselves behind your back and you don’t think about them being anything other than mum and dad. Like a flower bud finally opening itself to the world, you find yourself looking at something new when they reveal themselves.

There is surprise when they disagree with you, such as when your mother believes you have a nice rack; and even more surprise when she agrees the lust you feel for her is right, without you even needing to voice it.

Likewise, it’s a shock too when your dad decides to sanctify this desire with his involvement, with the two of them acting with each others blessing.

But I didn’t know this when my mother began to praise my breasts as I stood admiring hers, as she got ready for date-night with her husband, my father. It was the farthest thing from my mind as she stroked my clit, her lovely long painted nails making me swoon.

“We have time,” she’d said.

I thought of my dad coming home to us, finding the two of us, mother and daughter, stroking, tasting, enjoying one another as only lovers ought to. I thought of his anger, his disgust. I thought that was what mum meant we’d have time for: to please one another and to avoid displeasing (a mild word!) daddy.

And like an ever-trusting daughter, ever-lusting, on the verge of being fingered by my full-breasted yummy mummy, I gave in with little regard to the possibility of other truths existing now she had told me the one I wanted to hear.

“Please,” I begged, abandoning myself to her web spun with a lifetime of love, wanting to be wrapped in the new threads made of lust. I stroked mum’s arm, punctuating the otherwise silent room with hot, hard panting, as she wiggled a finger against my cunt. So unbearably close, so unbearably far still from where I wanted it to be. I /needed/ my mum inside me, to feel and fill the secret places I longed to share with her.

“Darling,” she murmured huskily, watching my face with her almond-shaped eyes, seeing how I looked back, desperate, at her lovely lips I longed to have on me. She kept the gentle teasing motion going; I felt the wetness of myself on her finger.

“Lips,” I gasped, aflame with the frenzy that accompanies passion and desire, yearning for her all at once. I needed mum to know what she had done, what she had allowed me to want. “Touch me,” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward, aching and driven by the thought of her fingering me. I wanted her love, I wanted her fucking me, I wanted vulgarities or affections, I didn’t care as long as it was mum who embodied them. I was crazed with feeling her body against mine. “Kiss me,” I whined.

Mum looked long and slow at me. “Yeah, you want this?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. Her fingers needed to slip in me, quick! I groaned when, instead, she moved her fingers away and leaned bodily against me, her weighty breasts pushing into mine, her snatch on mine, her lips on mine. Our juices were running into one stream and I could feel her clit twitching against my clit, til our throbbing little buttons were teasing against each others, grinding and writhing. I gasped against mum’s mouth and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue in, making my stomach roll with pleasure. But before I could get used to the feel of her tongue, her taste, she withdrew, and pulled away from my body. I moaned in abandonment and longing, and grasped for her, desperate to pull mum back to me, but she once again pushed my hands away and started laying kisses down my neck, my sternum. Then the feel of her mouth at my breasts, her wetted lips taking turns with my nipples! I was in ecstasy.

She nipped and lapped and sucked. I grabbed her soft round backside and pushed her hips forward, so I had her clit once more thrusting on mine as she pleasured my breasts. I kneaded her backside first with the pads of my fingers then my nails, delighted when she let out an excited high-pitched grunt around a breast.

“Mum,” I said, suddenly feeling demanding, powerful. My kaynarca escort mother had initiated the inferno from my candle-flame of desire, but I was determined to get all I wanted, sure as I was then that this would only be a one-off affair. I didn’t know what mum would feel after – ashamed? ruined? racked with guilt? Like all people do, I had become careless, selfish and wreckless in my all-consuming lust. No doubt my mother had too. I cared only that she wanted me and I was going to give her everything. I wanted everything back. “Mum, finger me!”

If she had been planning a drawn-out teasing performance her plans were already ashes; we were both working up a sweat, forcing our body against the other’s, harder, more needier to be fulfilled with every passing second. She shifted back against my hands and I groaned from the back of my throat a noise I didn’t know I was capable of making as mum thrust her fingers inside me, the sharp pain of her long nails melting into gasping pleasure. Still her tongue and teeth worked my nipples as she fingered me slow and hard, and her thumb rubbed my clit. My head was thrown back, and I’m sure the neighbours must’ve been hearing the loud sighing moans I was making. Then, I’m sure they heard my wild scream as mum brought me to the edge and threw me over; my hips convulsed against her hand as I came… and came, and came! Rough unyielding waves of pleasure shook me, and mum’s teeth, tenderly clamping down on my nipple, her mouth sucking, made me scream again, helpless to feel the soul-shuddering orgasm she was putting me through. Even before it was finished, I was clinging to her, my nails digging half-moons into her shoulders, my head bent forward and my eyes closed in rapture. When I opened them again I knew there were tears. I had never felt anything like it.

Mum wasn’t done with me though. Almost as if she wasn’t aware I had cum, she finally released my tit from her mouth. Without talking she took her fingers from my blessed cunt and, looking at me with eyes glazed in pure lust, she brought them into her mouth, til they came out again, clean of my cum.

“Mum,” I grunted like an animal. It had been a delicious orgasm, desperate and raw and too soon, and now I wanted to give mum one just like it. I wanted her body shaking against mine, able to do nothing but ride relentless pleasure to the end. “Mum,” I said, more human, that sad state of self-awareness that returns after climax forcing itself upon me.

“Ssh,” Mum whispered and winked and slowly, softly kissed me on the lips, long and tender and no-nonsense. Then she dropped elegantly to her knees and pressed her mouth against my warm, wet pussy. Whatever self-awareness had been trying to assert itself was swiftly beaten back as I felt the tip of her tongue licking my clit. My stomach coiled; my clit, oversensitive, sent a spasm of sensation that met at the border of pleasure and pain through me. I groaned hungrily, tangling my fingers into mum’s gorgeous chestnut-brown curls. Then I switched to roughly grabbing and squeezing my own tits as she lapped like a thirsty bitch, as I jerked my hips up, forcing my cunt against her face.

“You’re so sweet,” Mum sighed languidly, taking a breath between licking me up. I was firmly entrenched in that mindset of desire where there is only /the/ moment, yet there are always possibilities to explore, to heighten gluttonous indulgence. I had been her sweet, shy daughter at the start of this, when I had believed in taboo and was scared of rebuffs. Now all those walls had been broken and there was no taboo, only my goddess of a mother serving me; there were no rebuffs, only give-and-take.

Without answering her, I grabbed mum’s hair again, my palms tickled and sweaty, and as I pushed her head down and forward, I thrust my cunt against her mouth, my clit pressed against her face. Whatever words she had to say were silenced and then forgotten as she hungrily devoured me. I felt her tongue inside my eager, already-twitching pussy, felt her lips against my lips – so to speak – and felt nothing but an insatiable küçükyalı escort appetite that needed to be fed.

If mummy dearest thought she was going to make me cum so quick again this time, she was soon going to learn I had not only changed the tune, but was playing the music. I continued to let her eat me until I knew I was nearing that forceful edge, so determined was I that I had managed to keep my goal in mind, even as I whimpered and groaned and all but rode her face. Then I pulled her back by her hair. If mum was feeling in any way abused, it was only joyful lust that shone through her eyes. Silence and sensation reigned between us now, and she only looked at me to see what I would do next. Was it pride in her eyes that I saw too?

I pushed my mother’s head farther away, giving the message that she should lay on the floor. She did, and for a long, lingering moment I took in all that was mine, whether it was temporary or not be damned, right now we belonged only to each other! Her mouth had a sheen of my juices, making it look sticky and shiny in the pale light. My clit twitched as if to acknowledge its role in my mother wearing me like lipstick. My cunt felt like an opened flower from her fingers and her roaming tongue. Her breasts, I noticed, had been neglected since she’d started pleasuring me, but the nipples were very prominent and erect, the circles of her bosom pumped a dark red. Her breasts as a whole were a flushed pink, and I immediately started on making them pinker, straddling mum right where our cunts met and seizing her great plump tits between my grasping, greedy hands. Her used, talented tongue poked out from her mouth in rapturous submission, even as her hands took their place on my tits, squeezing and pinching and massaging. I was almost violent in my passion, determined – desperate – to leave my mark on my mother. Let my motherfucking father see. Let him wonder, let him suffer. He could have mum for the rest of his life, but this moment – this glorious heaven of an evening – was mine and would be mine forever so long as mum remembered it. And I was going to make sure she didn’t ever want to forget.

I rubbed my clit directly upon hers as we torturously pleasured each others breasts, until we were in a cacophony of noise. We gasped and groaned and whimpered, louder each time, so it seemed there would never be any peace again in the air, until I could feel mum’s aching little clit raising up in a need of its own against mine. I watched her the whole time, saw her face and body transform from calm, controlled goddess to a writhing, unleashed lover, knowing I was all that existed to her. And when I saw she was about to draw breath and scream in that one big, final release, I stopped.

I let go of her breasts and I stopped our pussies crushing against each others like stormy waves. I could feel the ocean between us.

“Please,” Mum panted, begging. She squeezed my breasts as if to spur me to action, but I only sat upon her, smiling lazily down at her. “Please,” she said more forcefully through gritted teeth, “I need to cum!”

“You will,” I promised. I was not in as much control as I make it out to sound like; my own voice was strung through with intense want and need and it had been a force of will for me to stop at all. But it would be worth it for both of us.

“When?” Even her sigh sounded desperate. Tearful, almost, like I had brought her up to such a state of sensation and then taken it all away. I smiled at the thought, knowing I was going to be giving it all back – and more.

I didn’t answer her. What I did was rotate myself round on her throbbing juicy cunt, eliciting a further whimper from her, then I lowered my upper body down. Then I slid myself backwards, legs spread either side of her face, til the opening of my cunt was once again at her mouth. Glancing over my shoulder, I repositioned myself slightly so my clit and cunt were right above mum’s lips; and, looking back round, I saw that her tight snatch and rosebud were perfectly below my own mouth.

Mum started without even sancaktepe escort waiting for me. I couldn’t see, but I could feel relentless lapping, her tongue brushing thickly up and down my pussy, her hands further holding my thighs apart, and the occasional sensational tickling as the tip of her tongue traced my clit. Without even thinking, I had started rocking my hips back and forth before I’d even dipped my head to mum’s deliciously tempting snatch.

So as to catch her up, I buried my face in her, reveling in the sweet but musky scent of mummy’s delightful pussy, while my tongue eagerly explored her. I dipped my tongue into her hole, tasting her hot, tangy nectar, briefly – absurdly – wondering if a bee feels so glorious upon entering a flower. Wanting more, I drove my tongue further into her, as far out – or in – as I could reach, flicking it back and forth inside her, tasting and teasing all the flesh inside mum’s yummy cunt.

I was almost already seeing stars, ready to black out from the intensity of the sensation of being eaten out and eating out. As I was now wilfully thrusting my cunt down with as much drive as I could muster against mum’s face, so was she pushing her hips up, making my tongue go deeper inside her. With a little manoeuvring, I reached her clit with my fingers, my tongue still deep in her, and tapped and glided and tormented her little button, loving the warm juices of her that flooded around my tongue as I did so.

I was determined to make mum cum, intent on giving her her first orgasm of the evening before she gave me my second. But I was so close, so very near, it was taking every ounce of my willpower just to keep pleasuring her. I stopped the teasing finger-play and rubbed relentlessly, my tongue in her pussy going like a whip. All through this, I felt her whole mouth pressed against my pussy, how expertly she spread my lips with her tongue, and even heard as she drank her fill of me, sucking and giving wet, noisy kisses! It was all too much, especially bearing in mind it was my long-lusted mama making me feel the way no one ever had before.

My body heaved and violently shook as I was hit with the paroxysms of orgasm, unable to do anything but yield to the all-consuming throbbing, releasing mum from her own pleasure-prison as I cried out in ecstasy. My nails dug into her thighs, my thighs clenched tight around her face, my cunt caught her tongue in its convulsions and poured my running juices into her mouth. At some point I was aware my own orgasm had brought mum to hers; her pussy rose up to my mouth in spasmodic, uncontrollable waves, her hips rolling, so I was unintentionally kissing her pussy each time she lifted up, even as I was in the throes of my own bliss.

We lay there, mum under me, me on top of mum, deliciously sated, temporarily fatigued, unable to speak, unwilling to break the spell our orgasms had wrapped around us. Everything was bliss, the whole world outside was suddenly blissful or absolutely hatefully irrelevant. God Himself could not have given a better rapture.

But finally the world started coming back in dribs and drabs: I became aware again of the traffic outside the window; heard people getting on with their lives. Mum, too, was coming to her senses, but all she did was lift a hand and stroke my butt with the tips of her nails. She laughed quietly, a laugh I didn’t remember ever hearing before. It was wholly content, entirely satisfied, as if nothing had ever gone wrong. In a paradoxical way, she was Eve before eating the apple.

I was sure I was entirely spent, feeling ready to fall asleep in mum’s arms – or, if necessary, with my cheek pressed against her warm snatch, ready to resume eating her the moment upon waking. I had never felt so besotted, so peaceful or sedate. So absolutely sure of love filling my body.

Then I heard my father’s key in the door, and like a lamb finding out its tranquil life has been a buildup to the slaughterhouse, I panicked, beginning to lift myself from mum’s face.

“No,” she said, voice as dreamy and sedate as I had felt mere moments ago. She had hold of the wrist of my arm laying along the length of her side, her fingers gentle but firm… and the fingers of her other hand slipped snug into my snatch, as her tongue flicked between her teeth, between her words, on my clit. “Let’s wait for daddy to come in…”