This is part 3 of the Mother’s Orgasm series. If you want to read part 1, click here: My Mom Squirted Or part 2, click here: I Fingered My Mother
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I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming through my window, my sheets twisted around my legs. Images from last night flooded my mind immediately, my fingers inside my mother, her back arching off the bed, and that hot moment when she squirted all over me. The memory alone made my cock harden beneath the covers.
I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent still lingered there, faint but sweet, musky, and feminine. I couldn’t believe I’d tasted her, couldn’t believe how much I’d enjoyed it.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It’s from Julia. A mixture of guilt and excitement washed over me as I reached for it. Feeling a bit better today. Still not 100%, but maybe we can do something tomorrow? Miss you xo.
I texted back a quick reply, promising to check in with her later, then set my phone down. The contrast between my girlfriend’s innocent text and what I’d done with my mother last night was jarring. Yet somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to feel as guilty as I probably should.
After a quick shower, I headed downstairs. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing a light blue summer dress that showed off her curvy body. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and she looked up with a bright smile when she saw me.
“Good morning, darling,” she said, her voice warm and casual as if nothing extraordinary had happened between us.
“Morning,” I said, taking a seat next to her.
“How’s Julia feeling today?” she asked, sliding the mug toward me.
“Still sick, but getting better,” I said, leaning back. “She mentioned maybe doing something tomorrow.”
Mom’s lips curved into a smile. “Well, that means more time for us today, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I’d like that.”
“How did you sleep?”
“Deeply,” I admitted. “Really deeply. You?”
“The same,” she said with a wink. “Nothing like a good orgasm to help you sleep well. Thank you for that, by the way.”
“You’re welcome … can I ask you something?”
“Of course, honey.”
“About last night … when you … you know.” I gestured vaguely at her crotch. “The squirting. I’ve never seen Julia do that.”
Mom nodded, understanding what I was asking. “Squirting is completely natural, but not every woman does it, or knows she can. It usually happens with deep penetration or intense clitoral stimulation during a powerful orgasm.”
“So why doesn’t Julia…?”
“She might be holding back,” Mom explained. “Many young women do. They’re embarrassed or worried about making a mess. She needs to feel completely relaxed and comfortable.”
I nodded, processing this information. “What about you? What makes you … you know, feel the best? What gives you the strongest orgasms?”
A flush crept up her neck as she mulled it over. “Oral,” she said without hesitation. “Being licked. There’s nothing that makes me squirt more powerfully than a skilled tongue.”
“Could I…” I began, then faltered. “I mean, would it be okay if I tried? So I know what buttons to push with Julia.”
Mom’s lips parted slightly. For a moment, I thought I’d gone too far. Then a small, mischievous smile spread across her face.
“Why not?” she giggled.
“Now or?”
“If you want,” she said.
“I wouldn’t mind,” I said.
Giggling, she stood and reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head to reveal that she wore nothing underneath.
My jaw dropped. It was the third time I’d seen her nude, and it never got old. “You’re going to … I mean, right here?” I stammered, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Why wait?” she replied, moving to the couch. “Just pull the curtains closed, sweetheart.”
I rose on shaky legs and drew the curtains together, plunging the room into a golden dimness. When I turned back, Mom was already lying on the couch, her legs slightly parted, one arm draped above her head.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I whispered, approaching her slowly.
“Start with my thighs,” she instructed in her motherly voice. “Kiss your way up slowly. Tease me a little.”
I knelt between her legs, placing my hands on her smooth thighs. Starting just above her knees, I pressed my lips against her skin, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up her inner thigh. Her scent grew stronger as I moved higher, hardening me to steel.
“That’s it,” she said, her fingers combing through my hair. “Take your time.”
I worked my way up one thigh, then the other, deliberately avoiding her center even as she shifted her hips, seeking contact. When I finally reached the crease where thigh met hip, I paused, looking up at her flushed face.
“Go on, mommy’s pussy is yours.”
I leaned forward and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss directly on her glistening pink vagina. Her scent up close was way stronger and more pleasant smelling. I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal for the first time directly from the source. I stopped at her clit, gently probing it with my tongue before licking my way back down to the border of her ass.
“Oh God,” she said, her hips bucking slightly.
Emboldened by her reaction, I parted her labia with my thumbs, exposing her swollen clit. It was a beautiful shade of deep rose, glistening with her wetness. I circled it with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a deep moan from her throat.
“Just like that,” she said, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Use the flat of your tongue, baby.”
I obeyed, lapping at her with broad strokes, enjoying her taste. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head as I explored every inch of her sex. I sucked gently on her outer lips before returning to her clit.
“Inside,” she said, her voice breaking with need. “Put your tongue inside me.”
I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her entrance, feeling her walls clench around me. The taste was stronger here, more concentrated, and I groaned against her flesh, sending vibrations through her core.
“Yes, yes,” she chanted, grinding herself against my face. “Just like that, don’t stop!”
I thrust my tongue in and out of her, then returned to her clit, sucking it between my lips while slipping two fingers inside her. Her inner walls were silky and hot, gripping my fingers as I curled them upward.
Mom’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips began to move against my mouth as I increased my pace, my tongue flicking rapidly over her sensitive bud while my fingers pumped inside her.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “So close, baby. Keep going!”
I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder on her clit while pressing firmly against that rough patch inside her. Her thighs began to shake violently around my head, her breathing coming in sharp, quick gasps.
Then suddenly, her back arched off the couch, a cry tearing from her throat. “I’m coming!” she screamed, her body convulsing beneath me.
I felt the first pulse against my tongue, then a powerful gush of warm fluid erupted from her, drenching my face and chest. The torrent seemed endless as she bucked against my mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. I didn’t stop, lapping eagerly at her flowing nectar, drinking what I could as the rest soaked into my shirt and dripped down my chin.
When the last aftershocks subsided, she collapsed back onto the couch, chest heaving. I pulled away slightly, wiping my drenched face with the back of my hand.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, staring down at me with awe. “That was … so good.”
I smiled up at her, my face still dripping with her pussy juice. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes widening as she took in my soaked appearance. “Oh my goodness, look at you. Thank you for being such a good boy.” She reached for a decorative throw blanket draped over the arm of the couch and began gently dabbing at my face. “Julia is going to absolutely love you when you do that to her. You’re a natural.”
I remained kneeling between her thighs as she tenderly cleaned my face, her movements careful and motherly despite what we’d just done.
“I’m sorry about making such a mess,” she said, wiping a particularly wet spot on my neck. “I didn’t expect it would be quite so … forceful.”
“Don’t apologize,” I said. “It was actually really hot.”
A slow, seductive smile spread across her face. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest as she whispered in my ear, “There’s plenty more where that came from, if you’re interested later tonight.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you again, darling.”
“You’re welcome, Mom.”
The end.
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