After School

My son turned 18, and my wife, daughter, and mother were sitting at the dinner table eating pizza. I let my son have a beer, he was smiling from cheek to cheek.

Then he says, “Dad, do you remember your 18th birthday?”

I get a big smile on my face and look over at my mom. She had a big smile on her face, then reached over to grab my hand.

My 18th birthday changed my life. I couldn’t tell my son what really happened, so I made up some fictious story, while my mom squeezed my hand several times…

After school, on the day I'd turned eighteen, I stopped by my parent’s dessert shop on the way home. It was my birthday, and Mom said she’d have a big treat for me. Boy was she right!!

As I stepped across the threshold, she locked the door saying that she didn't want any more last-minute customers. That was cool with me; I was going to get what I wanted. The place smelled so good. Pastries, donuts, and an assortment of cakes were everywhere. I was in sweet tooth heaven. Mom stood behind the glass counter and reached down to the lowest shelf and brought up the plumpest maple bar I’d ever seen.

“WOW Mom that looks Awesome”, I said with amazement.

She smiled sweetly and responded, “Only the best for my baby”.

I snickered and asked her if I could get a dozen of them.

Her smile increased, and she said, “help me move a few things and I will”.

Little did I know that what she wanted help in moving would change my outlook of older women forever.

Mom was in her mid-forties. She was average size and had wavy brunette hair. She also had a tight, firm ass as she worked out all time. She was a 36C, and I never noticed any sag in those enormous honkers that she tried to hide by wearing loose fitting dresses that buttoned all the way down the front. On this day, she had on a dark brown floral print dress, one with big round buttons that went from the high neckline clear to the hem at mid-calf.

"Grab this and follow me into the office," she said, indicating a small pan of what looked like some kind of syrupy stuff.

Picking up the pan I followed her as we made our way to the back of the shop. Just as we entered what passed as an office she suddenly stopped and turned around. Unfortunately for me my eyes had been glued to her swaying butt and I didn't react in time to prevent myself from running right into her. The pan I was holding rammed into her big tits and tilted inward. The contents sloshed out and hit her on the neck, ran down the front of her dress and spilled to the floor.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Mom," I stammered watching as the syrupy mess dripped down the front of her.

At first, I thought I was doomed, but to my surprise she didn't seem upset at all. She pointed at a door off to the side of the office and softly told me to get some paper towels. I ran over and opened the door to what turned out to be a small restroom. Sitting on a shelf near the sink were several rolls of paper towels. Grabbing a roll, I rushed back over to where she was standing. It didn't dawn on me at first what she was in the process of doing, but when it did, I felt my cock rapidly swelling in my pants. Slowly Mom was undoing each of those large round buttons on her dress.

By the time she'd uncovered the top half of herself, my cock was painfully hard. Peeking beyond the gooey dress I could see her chest, her massive boobs barely held in check by a see through sexy bra. It was black and contrasted starkly with the milky white skin of her massive boob flesh spilling out of it. She continued to unbutton her dress and told me to see if I could wipe up the stuff that fell to the floor.

Getting on my knees, I tried to wipe the gooey substance up but basically all I was able to do was smear it around. When I glanced up to tell her I wasn't having any luck I almost blasted a load in my pants.

She'd pulled her dress up to reach the last few buttons and in doing so exposed everything to my bulging eyes. She was wearing dark thigh high stockings that had some sort of clips attached to them and was supported by a white belt that went around her waist. I later learned it was called a garter belt. The clips were situated under the pair of thin black cut panties that barely covered her privates.

“Matt! Earth to Matt!”, she shouted. I don't know how long it was before her calling my name finally registered on my shocked brain.

"It's starting to drip down toward my panties. Be dear and pull them down so they don't get ruined," she said in a panicked voice.

"You want me to pull down your panties?", I stuttered. I could feel copious amounts of pre-cum leaking out of my cock and getting my boxers all slick in front.

"Yes please. I really don't want them ruined; they're my favorite pair. I'd do it myself but as you can see my fingers are all sticky," she told me holding out one hand so I could see the sticky on it.

"Okay," I stuttered some more while reaching up and taking hold of the waistband at each hip.

With shaking hands, I slowly began to pull her panties down. While I was doing that, she'd managed to remove her dress and stood there staring down at me with an odd look on her face. Slowly her panties came down until her pubic hair started to show. Her pussy hair was dark black and nicely trimmed.

When they finally dropped past her crotch, I found myself kneeling in front of her with my face only inches away from the first real pussy that I'd ever seen. I kept my eyes glued to her beautiful lips, as I lowered her panties to the floor.

For some reason she reached down with a sticky hand and ran a finger through the hair until it dipped between her legs. When she pulled her hand away, I could see her clit (which I didn’t know at the time it was), peeking out of the hair.

"Oh my, now look what I've done. Honey, can you wipe the syrup off me?", she asked pointing at her clit with a sticky finger.

Taking one of the paper towels I began to tenderly dab at the area but all I succeeded in doing was smear it. I thought I was hurting her because she began moaning under her breath each time I wiped at the sticky area. I looked up at her face and noticed she had her eyes closed and her tongue was sticking out and wetting her lips.

“It’s not working Mom. Should I get something wet to try and remove the syrupy stuff.”, I asked concerned.

She opened her eyes and stared right into mine. There was something in the way that she was looking at me that both frightened me and aroused me at the same time.

"Why don't you just lick it off," she said in a throaty whisper.

Lick it off? Did she really want me to lick it off her pussy? I had never even been with a girl in a sexual manner, but I was aware of most of the ways a guy could please a woman. Licking their pussy was supposed to be high on the list from what I'd heard.

Hesitantly, I leaned my face forward and stuck out my tongue. The first thing I noticed was how her hair tickled my nose. The next thing I noticed was that whatever this sticky stuff was, it was good. Sweet and tasty. I began to lick my tongue up over the “affected” area marveling at how the nub of flesh kept getting larger and larger. I also noticed that she wasn't moaning under her breath anymore. Now it sounded like she was having trouble catching her breath.

"Lick a little harder baby, make sure you get it all off," she rasped as she spread her feet a little further apart.

With her feet apart I found I could get my tongue further between her legs. I also found that the sweetness was being replaced by something a little saltier. I loved the taste of sweet and salty.

I doubled the force I was applying with my tongue and noticed that the area was getting wetter by the second. Reaching up and behind her I grabbed hold of her soft ass cheeks to help steady myself. When I did, she reached down with one sticky hand and placed it on the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into her hairy cunt.

"That's it, that's it baby, clean mommy’s pussy," she groaned pushing my face harder and harder into her hairy mound.

Completely lost in what I was doing, I lapped at her with a newfound gusto. The slicker her pussy got the more I wanted to make it even wetter. I got my wish a few seconds later. Suddenly she started bucking herself against my face and moaning loudly. I could feel her body trembling violently just before she froze as stiff as a board.

"Yessssssssssssssss!" she screamed, her fingers locked into my hair with a death grip.

Right then my mouth was flooded with her own sweet, sticky fluid.

“Don’t stop, keep licking me baby!!”, she pleaded. I kept licking and licking.

As suddenly as it had started her moans died down and she released her grip on my head and pushed my face away. It was smeared with her juices.

She then pulled me to my feet. Kissed me and squeezed me like a grape.

"That is the first part of your present. Are you ready for the second?”, she asked with passion.

“Second present?”, I retort.

I didn’t know what lust looked like at the time, but her eyes showed me. She dropped to her knees, never taking her lustful eyes off mine. She slowly started to unbutton my jeans, and quickly pulled them down. My cock was rock hard, and the head poked out of the top of my boxers. She smiled and then licked it like a popsicle.

“Mom!”, I say with nervousness.

“It’s mommy’s maple bar. She likes this WAY BETTER than syrupy treats.”, she says in a husky voice.

After licking my head for a few minutes, she grabs my boxers and quickly pulls them down. My cock sprang free and slapped against my stomach before settling into a position where it pointed straight at her.

One of her hands grabs my steel pole, and the other grabs my balls.

“Oh, very full!”, she says squeezing my sack. Then she licks her lips, and says, “not for long though”. And smiles at me.

She starts stroking my cock. Slowly at first, then with more vigor. It doesn’t take long, and I’m on the brink.

“MOM!!”, I say nervously again.

She knows I’m about to explode. She then puts her mouth on my cock, while continuing to stroke me faster and faster.

“MOM!! MOM!! PULL OFF!! PULL OFF!! I’M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!!”, I beg her..

Too late, rope after rope fly out of my cock, pounding the back of her throat.

She keeps pumping me and swallowing, moaning on my cock.

After I finished unleashing torrents of cum in her mouth, she pulls her mouth off my shrinking cock, licking her lips, not to miss any remnants left.

“GOD, YOU TASTE FANTASTIC!!!”, she moans, as her lustful eyes still penetrate me.

She stands up, and says hungrily, “You’re present isn’t over!!”

Then, she took my hand and pulled me over to where a desk sat in one corner of the tiny office. She backed up until her ass was against the desk. Nimbly she hopped up on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was mesmerizing. Both the wisps of hair, and her lips were slick with her juices.

“Are you a virgin?”, Mom asks in a curious tone.

"Yes," I mumbled afraid that she would laugh at me for being a virgin.

Looking at her beautiful, wet pussy had me hard again in no time. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with so much force that my raging rigid pole slipped up along one creamy thigh before wedging itself balls deep into her saturated cunt. The heat pouring around it was almost more than I could bear. She was milking my cock with her cunt muscles. She instructed me to start sliding back and forth inside her well-lubricated tunnel.

“Unhook my bra.”, she begged.

After fumbling for a minute or so I was able to free her glorious tits. When she pulled the bra away from them, I was so amazed by the sheer size. Her tits had huge dark red areolas and her nipples were hard.

She picked up her tits, pointed them toward my mouth and said with conviction, “You sucked on these 18 years ago. Do it again. NOW!!”

I bent down and put one in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the areola and nipple. Gently, I began to suck them.

She ran her fingers through my hair, as she watched my assault on her tits.

Reminiscing, she said proudly, “you knew exactly what to do 18 years ago, and that hasn’t changed today”.

I moved to the other nipple, and my hard cock was now sliding in and out of her faster.

"Gently tiger, you're a little bigger than your dad," she whispered as her head rolled from side to side.

I had never thought of myself as having a big dick, I mean I knew it wasn't small, but her words filled me with pride. Slowing my thrusts down I discovered that I liked the sensation along my shaft better than when I was just hammering it to her. Using a slow easy rhythm and long strokes enhanced the pleasure I felt along the nerve endings in my cock. Apparently, it pleased her a lot too if the increase in her moans were any indication.

I stopped sucking and reached up with both hands to trap her wobbling nipples in my fingers. As soon as I pinched down on them, I felt her cunt contract around my shaft, and she let out a stifled scream. At first, I thought I'd pinched them too hard until I heard her tell me to pinch them harder. I did. Her legs flew around my waist and her ass lifted off the desk as she used her legs to pull me in deeper. I wasn't sure what was happening when I felt fluids rush around my cock and she yelled out.

"Oh my god, I'm cuummmiiiiinnnnngggggggg!"

With that she started bucking up into me frantically. I went back to hammering myself into her smoldering wet pussy, my balls bouncing off her soft ass sounding wet and juicy as they splattered her leaking fluids. Faster and faster I pumped my cock into her as I tried to hold onto her stiff nipples. My balls tightened and instinctively I knew I was about to unleash a flood of cum.

"Fill me baby, fill me," she chanted over and over, her head tossing and turning on the desk.

"Uuuuggggghhhhhhhh!" I roared as I felt my cream run through my shaft and shoot forcefully into the depths of her quivering cunt. Rope after rope I pumped into her. Spent, I slumped onto her with my face buried between those magnificent mounds of tit flesh, my cock still twitching in her drenched hole as the sound of our mixed juices dripped onto the office floor.

"Fuck," I groaned, partly because I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life and, partly, because I was just beginning to comprehend what happened. My gorgeous mom had planned this all. From the biggest maple bar, to knowing I was watching her ass when she stopped and turned around quickly, to me spilling the syrup on her. Plus, I had just cum inside my Mom. The same place I came from 18 years ago.

Mom kept saying over and over in totally satisfied voice, “So good! So fucking good!!!”

As my cock started to return to normal, it slipped out of my mom’s used pussy. I also, reluctantly, removed my face from between her sweaty tits.

I kissed her, and said, “Thanks Mom for all my presents. It was the best birthday I’ve ever had. No other birthday will ever top it!”

A big smile emerged from her face. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Then she said with proud eyes, “Nothing will be more special to me than this day. When I grab and squeeze your hand through our many years ahead, remember this special day. The day you returned to where your life started.”

I kissed her again, and my cock started to come to life again. She winked at me because she could feel it pressed against her belly.