THE PROSTITUTE (Chapter One Happy Birthday)

How frigging appropriate, John thought. Last day of school, Friday night, and my eighteenth birthday. How could it get any better? I wonder what Mom has planned for my birthday this year, he asked himself as he pulled his fire engine red Porsche into the driveway next to his Mom's baby blue BMW Roadster. She always came up with something fantastic. There had been the car, the Rolex, the trip to Paris, but what would it be this year?

Turning the engine off, he sat in the car for a few moments contemplating how well off he was. He had to admit his mother was doing quite well in her business. He didn't really know much about it, but she had told him that she was bringing home close to four hundred thousand a year. She said she was some kind of consultant. They had a beautiful home with a swimming pool in a posh part of town. They even had a gardener who came by three times a week to keep everything immaculate, so he didn't have to do any yard work. Then there was the maid who also came by three times a week. So all in all, he had it pretty good, he told himself, getting out of the car and sauntering up to the house.

"Is that you, John?" he heard his mother call out from the kitchen.

"No, Mom, I'm a cat burglar come to steal everything you have and then take advantage of you," he called back, walking across the room toward the kitchen.

"Oh, you naughty boy," she giggled, turning to face him as he strolled into the room.

Stopping for a moment, he saw that she was wearing her pretty, green kimono that she wore on special occasions. It was made of a soft, satiny material and was clinging to every shapely curve of her voluptuous body. He didn't know what the Japanese letters on it meant, but they must have spelled out the word 'beautiful' because she surely was.

"So what are you doing?" he asked, tearing his eyes off her big, jutting breasts and glancing into the dining room where he saw that the dining room table was set for two.

"I'm fixing dinner for my birthday boy," she smiled warmly, holding out her arms for a hug.

Stepping across the room, he let his eyes caress her body once again before he looked into her eyes.

"You look fantastic, Mom," he told her, taking her in his arms as she wrapped her arms around him. "As usual."

"Why, thank you," she bubbled as they intimately embraced. "Just wanted to be pretty for my birthday boy."

"Well, you did a fine job," he whispered into her ear as he felt her big, proud breasts pressing into his chest.

God, I wish I could see them, he told himself as he mashed his chest into them. I'll bet they're prettiest breasts in the whole wide world.

Finally, she dropped her arms and John reluctantly stepped back away from her.

"Why don't you run upstairs and take a quick shower while I put the finishing touches on dinner," she smiled, turning back to the counter where she had been cutting vegetables for a salad.

"Why? Do I stink?" he laughed.

"No, I just thought that you'd like to freshen up before dinner," she laughed softly, smiling and looking at him over her shoulder.

Climbing the stairs, he wondered why she wanted him to take a shower. Lifting his arm, he took a quick sniff of his armpit, but there was only the fragrance of his deodorant. That wasn't it. Weird, he thought. But whatever, it was his birthday and he didn't care.

Peeling his clothes off as he went, he stepped into his bathroom. When he did, he saw a birthday card propped up on the vanity. Walking over, he picked it up and studied it. The salutation said Happy Birthday, Darling. Kind of a mushy thing for a mother to tell her eighteen-year-old son, he laughed to himself. Oh well, he grinned into the mirror, then opened the card. What he found there was even more curious. There was a picture of a beautiful geisha obviously inviting a client into her parlor. What the hell? What was she trying to tell him? Was she going to get him hooked up with a geisha for his birthday? Could be, he told himself. After all, it was his eighteenth birthday and some fathers traditionally got their sons laid on that auspicious occasion. But since he didn't have a father around, would his mom do anything like that? Not hardly, he thought.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh," he said to the mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror admiring his physique, he looked down at his big, floppy dick limply hanging down between his muscular thighs. Grabbing hold of it, he proudly studied its impressive length and girth. Not many guys in my class have one this big, he smugly told himself. In fact, his was just a little shy of eight inches was probably the biggest one in his class and he knew it. Wonder what mom would think of it, he thought. She'd probably think it was too big, like most of the girls. He doubted that his mother had seen many cocks and especially not one as pretty as his. Be nice to slip her a little of it one of these days. She's so fucking hot and I've wanted to get in her panties for years. But forget that. It wasn't ever going to happen.

"Well, I guess I'd better shower and get back downstairs. I wouldn't want to miss out on any of the festivities" he said to the mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed in a crisp, clean pair of white shorts and a white polo shirt with a little horse emblem on the upper left side. Since it was summer, he had foregone shoes and socks and padded down the stairs in his bare feet. Walking through the dining room on the way to the kitchen, he saw that there was a small present wrapped in shiny, red paper in his plate.

Strolling into the kitchen where his mother was still busy preparing dinner, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Looks like Santa has already been," he laughed, watching her gracefully moving about in her spiked heels.

As he spoke, she jumped and turned to face him.

"Oh, you startled me. I didn't hear you come in," she laughed softly.

As she turned, her kimono had bloused opened down the front revealing flashes of green satin and pink skin underneath. John's eyes had immediately shot down and saw that there was a lot more bare flesh revealed than there was green satin.

"Uh-oh," she giggled, quickly pulling the kimono together.

"Don't mind me," he laughed.

"I won't," she said turning back to the cabinet. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

"That's fine," he said, admiring the round swell of her delightful butt as it delicately swelled out against the satiny material.

He wanted to tell her what a beautiful ass she had, but decided against it. He didn't want to push his luck and ruin what could be a great day in his life; his eighteenth birthday.

A few minutes later, she turned to him and smiled.

"Want to help me take dinner into the dining room?" she asked him.

"Yeah, sure," he said picking the dishes she had left on the countertop.

Walking behind her carrying the dishes, he couldn't help but admire the way her perfect, round ass swished from side to side under the clinging kimono. Damn, I wonder where she learned to walk like that. It's so fucking sexy. Makes me want to jump her bones right here and now.

"Mom, I know that, uh, that I probably shouldn't say this, but," he said, pausing to set the dishes on the table.

"Yes?" she asked him, leaning over and setting her dishes down giving him a long shot of her big breasts that were cradled in a pretty, green brassiere.

"You're, you're about the sexiest woman in the world," he blurted out, staring down the front of her kimono at her beautiful tits.

"Why, thank you," she laughed softly, bending back up but this time making no effort to cover her breasts as they bulged out through the opening of her kimono.

"You're getting to be quite the hunk yourself," she said, waiting for him to pull her chair out for her.

"Uh, oh," he mumbled, stepping over and pulling her chair back as she gracefully sat down and he nudged her chair forward.

"Well, Happy Birthday, Darling," she said as he sat down beside her.

Smiling, he recalled that was the exact phrase from his birthday card and he felt a stirring of suspense.

Was she hinting at something?

"Open your present," she smiled, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table and cradling her head in her hands as she lovingly watched him.

"Uh, okay," he grinned, picking up the little, red package from his plate.

Tearing the paper off it, he quickly popped open the little box inside and saw a set of car keys.

"Another Porsche?" he said, holding up the keys, "But I already have one."

"Yes. A boxster. But that's a boy's car," she laughed softly leaning back away from the table. "This one is a 911 Turbo. It's a man's car."

"Jeez, Mom," he grunted, his mouth dropping open in surprise. "A 911 Turbo. Those things cost over a hundred thousand dollars."

"I know," she smiled, "but you're worth it."

"Where is it? I want to see it," he whooped, almost knocking his chair over.

"Calm down," she said, pleased at his reaction to her gift. "It's at the dealership. These are fake keys. You can go down to the car dealership and pick out the one you want. They know all about it and I've paid for a fully-loaded one, so just take the one you want."

"Jeez, Mom, you're the greatest," he exclaimed, jumping up and giving her a long, hard hug.

"Careful, careful," she giggled, pushing him away. "Don't damage the merchandise."

"Sorry," he said, sitting back down beside her.

They started eating and about halfway through the meal, his mother set her fork down and looked over at him as if she was going to say something, but didn't. Instead, she filled both of their glasses from the half-empty bottle of champagne that sat in the ice-bucket between them. Then she handed him his glass and lifted hers to it. Gently tapping the glasses together, she took a quick sip of hers.

"Cheers," she said, setting her glass back down.

"Cheers," he laughed back at her as he watched her expectantly.

"The car is only one of your gifts," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. "This, your eighteenth birthday deserves an even more important gift, as you embark into manhood."

"Uh, what? What do you mean?" he asked, waiting for her to continue.

"Well," she went on, "as you might have inferred from your birthday card, there is a certain tradition that is associated with a boy's eighteenth birthday. The day that he crosses over into manhood is sometimes celebrated with a ceremonial initiation into the delights of womanhood by, shall we say, a woman of the evening."

"Huh," John snorted, his mouth dropping open in surprise for the second time. "You mean, you mean, a, uh, a prostitute?"

"I find that word, so.so coarse and rude," she complained, frowning at him.

"Sorry," he mumbled, not surprised by her reaction to his crude remark.

"Just be considerate," she told him. "Not all women of the evening are prostitutes."

"What do you mean?" he asked her, confused by her statement.

"Do.do you know what I do for a living?" she boldly asked him.

"You? Why you're a consultant, you said," he muttered, feeling the ground under him beginning to give way.

"Do you know what kind of consultant I am?" she smiled warmly.

"No. No, I don't," he told her.

"Well.I.I prefer to call myself a.a sexual consultant," she remarked offhandedly.

"A Sexual Consultant?" he blurted out, staring at her in shock and disbelief.

What does she mean, he groggily wondered? She couldn't mean what he thought she meant. A Prostitute? His mother, a prostitute? That just couldn't be so.

"Yes, a sexual consultant," she said again. "When a man has a problem, he comes to me and I advise and teach him the proper way to resolve his problem."

"Mother! You can't be a.a." he whined.

"A sexual consultant," she said, defiantly looking him straight in the eye.

"You let men fuck you for money?" he snorted angrily.

"Crudely put," she smiled, "but something like that."

"How much? How much do they pay you to do that to you?" he grimaced, still not believing what he was hearing.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked him.

"I just do," he groaned, as a tear trickled out down his cheek.

"Don't cry," she said softly. "It's made a good living for us. And I'm still the same mother you've known over the years. I haven't changed. I'm what I've always been. You just didn't know about it, that's all. And to answer your rude question, they pay two thousand a night."

"Two thousand? A night?" he gasped.

A man would pay his mother two thousand dollars to spend a night with her? God, she must be one more fantastic lay. Two thousand dollars. Why that was more than some people made in a month. And she made it in a night. No wonder she could buy him anything he wanted. Why his car had cost her sixty nights with a man. This was all just too fucking unbelievable. His mother was a prostitute.

"You don't hate me for telling you, do you?" she asked him.

"Uh.I.uh.no.no.I don't think so," he stammered, his head still spinning from the impact of finding out that his mother was a prostitute.

"I'm glad," she smiled innocently, "because that brings us back to the subject of your second birthday gift."

"What do you mean?" he choked out.

"Remember that I said that it was a tradition for a boy to learn about sex from a lady of the evening on his eighteenth birthday?" she asked him, slowly pushing her chair back and rising to her feet.

"Yeah.yeah.I do," he snorted as he looked up at her in astonishment.

What was she going to do, he wondered deliriously? Then she reached down and untied her kimono. In a daze, he gawked up at her watching her slowly spread her kimono open and then let it go slithering down to the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes as his mother starred down at him unflinchingly.

"Oh, God," he groaned as he ran his eyes up and down her beautiful body.

She stood before him obviously dressed as a lady of the evening. The first thing that jumped out at him was her lack of panties. And she still wore her black stiletto heels, making her at least four inches taller. The light glistened off the black, patent leather as she slowly turned giving him an unobstructed view of her abundant charms. His eyes traveled up from her high heels over the shapely curves of her perfectly shaped calves, onto her long, lovely thighs that were encased in sheer, black hose. The tops of the hose encircled her beautiful thighs and were held up by the long, lacy straps of a sexy, little, black garter belt. Ringing her small waist, the garter belt was embellished with satiny, green flowers and lace. Then as she completed her turn and stopped, his eyes found her secrecy nestled down between her legs in the center of the arc created by the garter belt and its straps. The pink lips of her pussy peeked out from below the little muff of curly, brown hairs that had obviously been shaped into an oblong circle no more than an inch across and two inches long. It was also obvious that she sunbathed topless because the only tan lines she had were the one made by the bottom of her bikini. Still in a daze, he let his eyes travel up over her flat belly to her mountainous breasts that were cradled in a black brassiere that was adorned with more green satin flowers and lace. Above the billowing tops of her breasts, she wore a tiny, gold necklace around her delicately arched neck. Her beautiful face was framed by the long, blond hair streaming down around it and ending at the beginning of the swell of her beautiful tits. The beauty before him stunned him as he openly gawked at her.

"I'm the lady of the evening who is going to introduce you to the delights of love-making," she smiled, stepping over to where he sat.

Then as he sat looking up at her in obvious shock, she leaned forward and gently rubbed her silky smooth belly against his cheek.

"Mother." was all he could choke out as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.

She wrapped her arms around his head and they held the embrace for several long seconds.

Finally, she loosened her hold on him and stepped back breaking his arm-lock on her.

"Come." she said so softly he almost didn't hear her as she extended her hands down to him.

Pulling on her hands, he lifted himself up and stood beside her. Then, she turned and pulling him along behind her, started for the stairs.

Trailing a step or two behind her, he lustily stared down at her beautiful, perfectly rounded butt. The two long, black thongs dug down into the soft, smooth flesh of the cheeks of her ass as it jiggled and quivered with each jarring step of her high heels. Listening to the echo of her high heels as they clopped loudly on the hardwood floor, he couldn't believe that it was really happening.

His head in a fog, he continued to longingly admire her beautiful ass until suddenly he found himself in her bedroom.

Groggily, he looked around as his mother let go of his hand.

"Welcome to my world," she said, gently pushing him toward her big, king-sized bed that was covered with a black bedspread and several big, blue pillows.

John was still speechless as she took his arms and turned him around to face her. Then, with a knowing smile, she nudged him down onto the bed. Sitting with his butt perched on the edge of the bed, he watched her lean down and take hold of the bottom hem of his shirt. Feeling the touch of the soft cloth climb up his body, he lifted his arms into the air as she pulled the shirt up over his head and off over his hands.

As he breathlessly watched on, she leaned forward and delicately kissed his lips, letting her soft, full lips tarry for only a few moments before they began their journey downward.

As her knees touched the floor, her soft, red lips found the jutting bud of one of his nipples. John felt a searing jolt of excitement fire off inside his cock as she gently sucked on the sensitive little button. Then he saw the tiny, pink tip of her tongue slither out and touch the nipple. He saw it moving back and forth rhythmically as it flicked back and forth across it. Leaning back on his hands, he savored the delightful feelings trickling from his nipple for several seconds before her lips and tongue traveled across his chest to his other nipple. Stopping there in their journey, they tickled and teased his other nipple for several seconds before leaving it and dropping farther down. Brushing down his muscled belly, her lips found the cleft of his belly button. Another different kind of pleasure tickled out of his navel to his cock as the tip of her tongue slipped out into the little breach where they had once been one. Just knowing that they had been joined together at the very place her lips now were sent chills of perversity shooting up his spine. Finally, she stopped and lifted her head.

Down below, John could feel his big, throbbing cock begging for its freedom as it jutted up against the material of his shorts.

She dropped her eyes down to the big lump under the front of his short pants as she lifted her small, dainty hands up to the buckle on his shorts. John watched on with feverish anticipation as she plucked open the snap that held his short pants together. He had to make a conscious effort to breathe as she pinched the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger. Then she slowly pulled the tab down and he saw his shorts unfurl, spreading open as she lazily unzipped them. With the front of his short pants now fully opened, the big bulge jutting up under his jockey shorts was plainly visible. Jerking her eyes away from the bulge, she glanced up at him with an obvious look of surprise. But then she quickly dropped her eyes back down to the swollen outline of his cock. John could see the round, purple tip of his cock-head sticking out from under the top of his shorts as his mother quickly slid her fingers under the waistband encircling his hips.

Sensing she was about to pull his shorts down, John pushed his butt up off the bed a couple of inches

As he did, she quickly pulled down, dragging his shorts down his muscular thighs and off his aching cock. With his shorts wrapped around his knees, John saw his mother staring down at the thick, eight inch slab of rock-hard cock.

"Big. It's big. Nice," she said sweetly, slowly running a long, silver fingernail down the rounded tube of flesh that jutted out and ran up from his big, hairy balls all the way up to the flared head of his cock.

"Bigger than most?" he asked, wishing he hadn't said it the moment it was out of his mouth.

Waiting to see what her answer was, he hoped that she wouldn't think that he was inferring she ought to know because of number of cocks she had seen in her profession.

"Yes.Yes.bigger than most," she said, glancing up from his cock to his face as a tiny frown flitted across her forehead before she looked back down at the throbbing ogre jutting out of his groin.

Finally, she reached down and slowly pushed his pants and shorts down around his ankles. Then she gently lifted each leg one at a time and eased them off over his feet.

Rising back up, she put her hands on his thighs and pushed them farther apart. Then, as he watched on with fevered excitement, she gently cupped his hard, dangling balls in one hand and slid her other hand under his twitching cock. Lifting the towering column of meat up into the air, she held it pointing straight up as she leaned forward. As she did, he saw the tip of her tiny, pink tongue flick out between her rosy red lips. It slowly touched down on one of the many big, purple blood vessels that criss-crossed the thick shaft of his cock. Slowly, she traced the blood vessel with the tip of her tongue from where it appeared all the way to where it disappeared back down into his quivering cock.

Then she did the same with another and another until she had anointed all of the jutting veins with a film of glistening spit. John had never seen anything so outright sensual in all of his life. And it had made his cock so hard that he knew that he could drive nails with it.

The last blood vessel his mother had baptized with spit had disappeared just below the flared head of his cock. As her tongue came to its end, her full, soft lips continued on up kissing their way over the tapered smoothness of his cock-head all the way up to its rounded tip. There they paused for a moment before slowly opening and descended down over it, enveloping it as they slid lower and lower.

Then he saw that she had sucked his cock-head into her mouth. The slow, tantalizing tease his mother had inflicted on him had stoked the fireball in his balls and now it was a raging conflagration of unbridled passion. John knew that it would hopeless to try and hold back the impending explosion he knew was coming.

"Mom.Mom," he choked out. "Too much. Can't stop. Going to come."

His mother eased her lips further down the swollen shaft of his cock and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Ummmmhhhuuuhhh," she gurgled out around the barrel of his cock.

"In your mouth? Come in your mouth?" he panted, his hips beginning to bounce up and down as he fucked her mouth.

"Ssssssssssssssss," she hissed out around his cock, sinking her lips down and sucking even more of the evil demon into her mouth.

Then it came. A jolt of pleasure, so intense it curled his toes, shot up from his cock as it jerked and spewed out a massive wad of gummy cum into his mother's hungrily sucking mouth.

"ComComCommmnnngggg," he bellowed out, hunching his hips up trying to get more of his cock inside her hot, sucking mouth.

But his mother moved with him keeping his penis positioned exactly where he would derive the most pleasure from the suction she was exerting on his bucking, spurting monster.

John had never felt such exquisite pleasure before. It was as if his whole body exploded into a million shards of pure animal gratification. He no longer existed. Now there was only his penis. His whole being was compressed down into the column of meat and sinew that was gushing out its life essence into his mother's cum-slathered mouth. It was so overpowering he felt like he was going to pass out any second.

At last, after what seemed to be an eternity, his prick spasmed and twitched its last shuddering jerk, spewing out one final gush of cum.

"Oh.God," he groaned, his ass flopping back down onto the bed as he gasped to catch his breath.

His head resting on a pillow, he looked down as his mother slowly let his spit-covered cock slither out from between her soft, red lips. He felt another tickle of excitement wiggle through his slowly softening cock as she eased her tongue out and slowly ran it over her lips, licking away the coating of pearly cum that covered them. John didn't think anything so perversely wicked could be so erotic as she stared into his eyes and licked his cum into her mouth. Then he heard her gulp as she swallowed his cum. He watched her lovely, little Adam's Apple bob as his cum traveled down into her tummy.

Then, she pushed up herself up using his thighs to push off. Standing between his muscular legs, her big tits jiggling delightfully, she stepped backwards. Reaching down, she pushed his legs together and straddled him as she crawled up onto the bed.

Smiling down at him intimately, she stopped with her hot, little pussy hovering just above his limp prick.

As he watched her, she lazily reached behind her back. Then he saw the frilly cups of her bra spring forward baring the big, pink melons that had lain hidden underneath it as the bra's shoulder straps went sliding down her arms. He had never seen breasts as beautiful as the ones that now freely danced and jiggled in front of him.

"I hoped that you would enjoy them," she said softly, dropping the satiny brassiere down onto the bed beside him. "Sometimes I think they're too big and droopy."

"How can breasts be too big," he asked her, "or droopy. They're so beautiful."

As he looked on in enthralled admiration, she reached up and cupped her big, firm tits.

Lifting them gently, she slowly tweaked their big, jutting nipples making them grow even larger and harder. After a few moments of this, she leaned down until her big, full tits were just above his muscular chest. With her arms spread out to support herself, she lowered her big, puffy nipples down onto his small pea-sized nips. Then, with a smug smile, she began to move her breasts around in tiny circles. As she did, her big, hard nipples grazed his small nipples, tickling them as they, too, grew hard and sensitive.

Everything she did was so fucking erotic and sensual, he thought as she finally lifted her breasts up off his.

Still smiling, she lazily crawled further up his body, keeping her hot, oozing pussy pressed down against the skin of his belly leaving a trail of her hot, sticky juice in its wake.

Her big, jiggling breasts came closer and closer to his face as they quivered heavily. Finally, one huge, round tit was directly above his face as he stared up at the cherry-sized nipple jutting out of the pebbled circle of darkened flesh that encircled the tip of her beautiful tit.

He started to reach up to it, but his mother grabbed his wrists and quickly pinned them onto the bed.

"What? I want." he started to complain.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," she shushed him, lazily lowered the big, jutting nipple down onto his lips.

He opened his mouth and tried to suck the big, berry-sized bud into his mouth, but she laughed softly and brushed it back and forth across his lips. Taunting him with its succulent ripeness, she teased him for several seconds before she slowly let it slip between his lips. John hungrily began to suck and pull on the fragile jut of hard, ripe flesh as his mother mewed out her approval.

He continued to tease and taunt the hard bud of flesh, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it for several moments, before his mother lazily lifted it out of his mouth.

He didn't want to stop. He wanted to lavish more attention and affection on the swollen pap. Then just as he started to complain, he saw her move and drop the other big, hard nipple down onto his lips. He immediately attacked the big, hard button with his lips and tongue. Sucking and plucking at it with his lips, he roughly flicked his tongue back forth across it as she pressed it down against his lips.

This time she let him toy with the nipple for a few minutes before she leisurely pulled it out of his mouth and lifted her tit away.

Now he could feel the wetness of her oozing pussy move up off his belly and onto his chest as she crept higher up his body. Leaving a pungent trail of hot, slippery juices in its wake, it brushed up his chest. Then she lifted her hips and inched higher until the hot, gaping love-wound was directly above his mouth.

Staring up at the oozing, gaping hole between her legs, he was assailed by the overpowering scent of her sex. The fragrance, thick with the smell of her overheated womanhood was tinged with an aroma of summery flowers and other erotic nuances of unknown origins.

The potency of the pheromone-laced brew that was leaking out of her beautiful pussy had an immediate effect on him as his cock quickly hardened into readiness. But, staring up into the dark, mysterious opening of her vagina, he couldn't help but wonder how many cocks had visited it before. How many? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? No, it could never be that many, he told himself as he felt flash of jealous rage fire off inside his head. How could she have desecrated the temple of his birth in such a heinous way? He wished he could hate her for letting those other men do such a vulgar thing to her lovely pussy. But he couldn't. No matter what they had done to it in the past, it was now his to do with as he pleased. At this moment in time, she had given it to him. It was in his possession for the night, at least.

Then he saw the delicate, fragile chalice of flesh was slowly drifting down toward his lips. Opening his mouth, he eased out his tongue and waited as the meaty furrow settled down onto it. As it stopped, resting atop his tongue, he slowly ran his tongue up the juice-covered slit in the soft flesh.

The nectar seeping out of her had an exquisite flavor. He had never tasted such a sweet concoction of tastes and flavors. The sweet, cloying delicacy of the liquor dripping from her made his head swim as he savored the delicacy. How many men had tasted this exquisite intoxicant, he asked himself as another charge of jealously jolted through his head. He knew that he couldn't allow himself to continue to question her morality or he would ruin everything. But, he couldn't stop himself as it continued to resurface every time he touched her in a different way.

Then, through the hormonal fog, he saw her clitoris slowly float down toward his lips. It looked huge, jutting out of its fleshy cave as it delicately brushed across his lips. Then, her hand drifted into the picture with a long, silver-tipped finger jutting out all alone. He delicately tickled the jutting button of flesh with the tip of his tongue as she slowly peeled back the hood of flesh covering her clit. It was now totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Ohhhhhh.Yessssss," she whispered, pressing her clitoris down harder against his flicking tongue.

Now with his hands free, he lifted them up to the round perfection of her beautiful ass. Letting him cup the soft globes of flesh in his hands, she pressed down, pushing her clit down against him even harder. As he did, the aromatic nectar flowing from her pussy dribbled out onto his chin, coating it with its sticky heat.

After several moments of this, he could feel her muscles begin to tremble and strain. She was fighting for the finish, he giddily told himself. He was making his mother come with his tongue. How many of her other johns could do that, he wondered jealously?

Suddenly, without any further warning, her hips began to bounce up and down with little, choppy hops as her pussy danced up and down, pattering all over his face.

"Oh.yessss.oh.yesssss.oh.yesssss," she hissed out loudly.

As her pussy poured out its frothy liquor, she painted his face with the rich, bubbly juices while he continued to try and pull her pussy down against his face.

Continuing to chase her fleeing clit with his mouth, he felt the tension slowly flowing out of her muscles, as the bounding of her hips grew less and less forceful.

Finally, with a last gasp, she pulled her pussy up off his face and rolled off him. She lay beside him, her breasts heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath.