**Mother's Fragrant Surrender**

My mother loves showing her beautiful naked body and my mom never married and she had men off and one and sometimes she never had any And i lived at home to help her out and i never had a girlfriend and one night sitting on the couch watching TV with her and she was laying down on the couch And she had the prettiest smell and I didn't know why but I took her beautiful feet and started rubbing them and then something happened

The couch was low, the light from the TV blinking blue against the walls, casting shadows that made her skin richer—smooth, tan, with just the faintest dusting of freckles I’d never noticed because I was always too busy pretending not to look. But her scent? That was impossible to ignore. Lavender and salt wrapped around my wrist without effort, heavy with the kind of heat that wasn’t just air conditioning gone wrong. It clung to my jaw as I leaned in closer, hands trailing over her ankles. She’d always let me touch her feet—some moms wouldn’t—and I had made a game out of it years ago when I was too young to know what I was really feeling. Tonight, though, it wasn’t for my sake. The way she arched under me, her heels digging into my back, her nails scraping my scalp—it wasn’t the foot rub anymore. My breath snagged in my throat when she whispered, *"No, that’s not for me either."* I swallowed, my cock already hard behind my boxers, but her feet weren’t soft anymore. They were gripping me like a lifeline, toes pressing into my shoulders, heels pressing into my lower back. *This was not what I was supposed to be doing.* But damn the rules—she was guiding my hands up her thighs, past the silky line of dark hair, toward the wetness that had been teasing me since she spread her legs on the couch like that. A gasp left her when I brushed over her clit. Her fingers curled into the couch cushion, and I caught her scent again, deeper now—musky and sharp, like how she must’ve smelled in a man’s arms. *"Fuck, do it, do it right."* My mouth crashed against hers in a second of disbelief before I dragged one finger into her and worked my thumb over her clit. She tasted like cherry wine from when I’d brought it home after work. Another kind of heat. A wetness that wasn’t just between her thighs. When I stopped asking, just doing what she wanted, her hips started jerking. She wrapped her ankles around me, tight, pulling me down. *"You know how to touch me, don’t you?"*

And then she said put your head in between my legs and I will let you lick my pussy and then she i will teach you all the tricks a woman likes

The couch swallowed me whole when I straddled her hips, my weight pressing her deeper into the cushions. Her fingers twitched in the air, reaching for my belt, impatient as she let the words sink in. *"Tricks," she repeated, her chest rising in a shallow pant. "All of them."* I fumbled with the buckle, then the zipper, until my cock sprang free. The air was cool against it, but her hands were hot when they gripped my shaft, guiding me down. Not soft. Not hesitant. Just sure. *"Put your head between my legs."* I did. Her thighs locked around my neck before I even made contact, the backs of her knees digging into my shoulders. The first touch of her tongue against my pulse sent my hips jerking up instinctively—then I realized what she was doing, tilting my head forward with her hands in my hair. *"Look at me,"* she breathed. *"You’re going to watch every time."* The moment I parted her lips with my tongue, her back arched, her nails biting into the skin above my spine. *"Just like that,"* she gasped, *"goddamn just like that—"* The couch gave a violent creak under us, her voice cracking as she pulled me harder against her. *"My son’s a greedy little thing, aren’t you?"* A shudder ran through me when she ground herself down, the warmth of her pressing me into the leather. I knew I’d never leave this fucking couch again.

And i started licking the tip of her pussy and then I seen her wetness and the taste was really good and I lick and lick as I watched her creamy pussy opened up

Salty tang cut through my tongue first—the sharpest hit of her, the real, unfiltered taste. I groaned against her, my lips already parting for more, but she stilled me with a sharp tug on my hair. *"No,"* she hissed, *"taste me with your eyes open."* She was watching now, thumbs still hooked in my belt loops, her fingers digging into my hips when I obeyed, my gaze dragged back to her spread. The pink folds were glistening under the TV’s blue light, already slick with arousal, and when I dragged my tongue up her slit this time—slow, deliberate—I heard her exhale like she’d been holding it for years. Her thighs clenched. I kept my mouth on her, but my fingers slipped away from her hips, hooking under the belt she hadn’t let me finish undoing. The fabric strained against my grip, her scent deepening, more desperate with every breath. *"You want me to fuck you with these lips?"* she asked, voice thick. *"Or are you just going to *lick* until I can’t move your head from here?"* My cock throbbed beneath her fingers, still slick with her saliva, but she didn’t even pretend to touch it—not yet. Instead, she hooked her ankle around my neck and pulled me down, her clit brushing against the top of my teeth. *"Then do it."*

The couch shuddered again as I bit down—just a teeth-tease of her clit, then a full, slow lick up to her swollen hood. She hissed, her fingers twisting in the hair at my nape, but didn’t pull away. Didn’t beg. Just watched me, her other hand sliding up my chest to pinch my nipple through the shirt. *"Again,"* she ordered, *"and this time *suck*."* I didn’t hesitate. My teeth grazed her again, then my tongue lashed out, flicking the sensitive bundle before sealing my mouth around it. The suction made her thighs tighten, her voice dropping to a rough growl. *"Good. Just like that—*"* A sharp yank on my hair had me breaking free, my face flushed and cock harder than ever. She rolled her hips up, my wet lips gliding between them. *"There’s a good boy. Now let’s see how well those fingers work."* The words barely registered before she shoved me down, her pussy smothering my mouth. Hot, wet, and desperate, she dragged me up her entire length, my jaw aching as I fought to keep up. I grappled with her belt, fingers slipping on the damp fabric, but she ground against me harder, her hands in my hair now forcing my face deeper. *"Not yet,"* she gasped, *"make me *come* like this first."* The couch groaned as I complied, tongue dragging through her folds, tasting the salt of her clit before teasing the tight entrance she wasn’t letting me reach—not yet. *"You’re learning,"* she praised, shifting her weight just enough to let me catch my breath. *"But you’re still not good enough."* Her hand found my cock, stroking once, twice—just enough to make me jerk, desperate for the friction of her cunt. But she held me back, thumb brushing the slit of my head. *"Eyes on me,"* she demanded, *"or I’ll change my mind and find another mouth to do this with."* Her fingers tightened, a warning, and I swallowed hard, my gaze snapping back to her slick, open pussy. *"Fuck,"* I groaned, *"you’re—"*

As she came and then she finished taking her clothes off and looked at me and said get your clothes off so mommy can see her little boy cock and I wasted know time and took all my clothes off

Her clit throbbed against my tongue one final time before she shattered, hips bucking violently, fingers clawing at my scalp. The wetness flooding my mouth was thick, almost too much—she tasted even better cumming, her body trembling like an electric wire pulled taut. I didn’t pull away, devouring every pulse, every shuddering gasp, until she was sagging against the couch, breathless. "Good," she panted, voice rough but satisfied. "Now *look* at me." I obeyed, lifting my chin to meet her gaze as she finally wrenched her thong down her legs. The rest of her skin was flushed, sticky with sweat, her bra unclasped enough to expose the dark peaks of her nipples. She grabbed my face, smearing her arousal across my lips as she rose, and I caught the sight of her bare pussy—senseless, throbbing, already glistening from my attention. Now she was smirking at me, fingers trailing down my cheek before she shifted her weight, straddling my chest. "And *you*." Her gaze burned into mine, thumb dragging at the damp spot on my chin. "Get your clothes off." The order didn’t just sound like a demand—it was a promise, a threat. I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands were already shaking as I fumbled with my button-down, ripping it off and tossing it aside. Belt, then boxers hit the floor next, my cock springing free, the head already heavy with blood. She was watching, eyes dark with approval, but didn’t touch me—not yet. "Good," she repeated, voice low. "Now *don’t* move unless I say so." Her fingers hooked around the waistband of my briefs—still clinging to my hips.

And then she said hold your naked body against mine and tell me how It feels before we go any farther

She leaned down, her bare pussy hover over my mouth, the scent of her orgasm thick in the air between us. *"Fucking *hold*."* Her fingers bit into my hips, nails dragging just enough to make me wince. I pressed my chest against her skin, the heat radiating off her soaking into my sweat slicked body. Her breath hitched as I locked her against me, her folds pressing into my cheek, the dampness of her cunt dripping onto my jaw. *"Good boy,"* she murmured, hips flexing slightly, grinding her wetness into my ear. The friction was maddening, my cock twitching against the inside of her thigh where it rested. I swallowed hard, my skin buzzing where hers touched. *"It’s—"* my voice broke, *"fuck, it’s like—"* I couldn’t even find the words. Her clit throbbed against my temple, a slow, deliberate pulse that made my throat clench. *"You’re drowning me,"* I finished lamely, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t let me escape. *"No,"* she whispered, *"I’m *making* you."* Her hand slid from my hip, fingers wrapping around my cock before she moved entirely, turning her body so she could brace herself against my chest as she straddled me. The change was subtle, but the shift of her weight forced something against my chest— *"Fuck,"* she groaned, *"like *that*—"* Her wet heat spread across my pecs, the swollen entrance of her pussy pressing against my bare skin. I arched my back instinctively, wanting more, needing to feel her grind against every inch of me.

And then she put your cock in slowly and I know it's your first and I could feel her warm wetness and my cock was really swollen hard and she looked down at my cock and said oh mommy going to love this and then she said it's bigger than any man that she had

Her lips parted as the head breached her entrance, the stretch forcing a gasp from her. *"Mommy’s been real busy,"* she admitted, voice already ragged, *"but this—oh fuck—this is nothing like them."* She rocked back, only to slam forward, impaling herself with a slow exhale that shivered. The tightness swallowed me whole, her walls clenching around my girth like a vice I couldn’t resist. I grunted, hands flying to grip her ass, fingers digging into the damp curves. *"Shit, you’re so—"* My breath hitched as she ground down, the swollen base of my cock trapped between our bodies. She leaned forward, letting the weight of her tits drag against my chest, the friction making her eyelids heavy. *"Bigger,"* she finished, voice thick, *"than my last boyfriend."* Her pupils blew with every inch, the slick heat of her cunt now dripping down my shaft, her body betraying the lie about her experience. *"You’re right,"* I growled, hips flexing despite her warning. She hissed, nails raining over my collarbone as punishment, but didn’t leave. Just gasped, *"Like that—*yes*—" her breath stuttering as my cock pushed deeper, the pressure so good for both of us. *"Ride it,"* I demanded, voice gravel pushing her higher. *"This is just the *beginning*."*

And then she said boy come on hit my g spot and my cock was really swollen feeling her warm creamy pussy and I gave her every thing in had and the screaming and moaning and I could tell she was about to explode all over my cock

Her thighs locked around my waist, trapping me inside her as her pussy clenched like a fist. *"God damn—*again*—*no*, just *there*, you’re hitting it, you bastard!"* Her nails dug into my back, sharp enough to bleed, but I didn’t care. Her cunt was *milking* me, squeezing my cock with every roll of her hips, the slick friction drowning out the pain. I met her feral gaze, the wild abandon in her stare turning my gut to acid. She threw her head back, a broken *"Fuck!"* tearing from her throat as I twisted my hips, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside her. Her walls fluttered wildly, her breath coming in ragged bursts—*"S-S-S-"*—as her climax barrelled toward her. I could feel it rising, the heat in her cunt intensifying, the creamy tension pooling around my shaft. *"You’re gonna—*oh shit*—" she stuttered, voice cracking before she surrendered completely. Her back bowed off the bed, her pussy *flushing* against my pelvis, the pressure forcing my cock even deeper. *"I’m—I’m—"* Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, nails embedding into muscle as her climax *erupted*. The walls of her cunt *squeezed*, her entire body trembling, the scream that tore from her lips raw and desperate. I gave into the sensation, the heat of her release dragging me over the edge— My grip on her hips turned vicious, fingers bruising as I slammed into her, letting my own orgasm tear through me. My balls tightened, the cum *roaring* out of me, filling her up, my cock pulsing deep as she rode out her second wave, her pussy still clenching around me. She collapsed against my chest, her body slick with sweat, her breath hitching as aftershocks rippled through her. *"Jesus fuck, *that*—"* I kissed her shoulder, her skin salty against my lips. *"Yeah,"* I growled, *"it was."*