A photo with contact at last!
From Torg Adventure
I remembered the next photo very clearly from when first looked in the envelope. My mother seemed to be holding the camera because my father's face was next to her chest. He sucked her tit, pulling the nipple away from her.
When I showed Mom, I heard a tiny moan escape her mouth. Her face didn't react, but she shifted on her feet. This motion made her tits jiggle a bit. She really had a magnificent pair of heavenly orbs.
"I declare that I get to fondle and suck on both breasts, even though only one is shown in the photo. Agreed?" I asked, watching her closely.
She bit her lower lip and stifled tight noise in her throat again. When she tried to speak, her voice caught, and then she tried again. "If I don't agree? You'll scan it and send it to every pervert around the world." She didn't know it, but I saw her nipples get harder, and I knew that she was getting hornier. Whether it was from the thought of me sucking her tits or that millions of guys would be jerking off to her photo, I wasn't sure, but either way, this was good for me.
"No, if you don't agree, I'll abide by your wishes. I just don't want you to be lopsided, and I think it'll be fun for you, too," I said, giving her an out.
"That's okay. I agree to keeping me even." Mom smiled.
I really liked how game to the whole thing she seemed. I expected more resistance or at least reluctance.
"This will be easier on the bed," she said as she pulled back the comforter and sheet, and then climbed into the middle of the bed and lay back on her pillow. I loved how her boobs moved when she moved. Her ass, which I saw a lot of as she messed with the covers, was pretty damn fine too. I had one hell of a MILF for a mother.
She cupped her boobs again, like from the last photo, while she gazed at me. I stripped off my shirt, and crawled next to her and lay down. My cock pressed into her side at the hip. Very tentatively, I reached with both hands over her chest to her breasts. First I lightly caressed them. Mom made a small noise in her throat. I played with them a little firmer, squeezing them and pressing them. They felt great, soft and substantial.
"Oh, baby. Squeeze them, baby!" my mother moaned. I put my thumbs and fingers on her nipples and then did as she asked: I squeezed them and rolled the nipples. Her moan was low and smoky, and her body shuddered. Now I put my palms over her hard nips and squeezed harder. My steel pole seriously poked through my boxers and into her side as I rose up to get a better angle on her chest. I realized that my palms were slippery from her dribbling nipples, milk for the baby. The idea that when I suck her nipples, like in the photo, I was going to get a mouthful of milk inflamed my lust. I leaned in and licked the nearest nipple, tasting for the first time since I were a baby the milk she fed me. When I sucked, milk covered your tongue. It wa a little sweeter and more watery than I expected, but I really liked it. my mother's groans got louder and more urgent. Her hips were rocking in time to some unheard music, and she caressed my hair. I couldn't believe I actually was sucking my mom's milk-filled boobs and getting her off. They felt so good in my hands and my mouth.
Mom's moaning got higher pitched, indicating her increased horniness. I sucked harder for a second, then switched breasts. I leaned over her gorgeous breasts and took her other nipple, teasing it with my quick tongue. I got a satisfying surge of milk, and Mom gasped as her whole body shook violently. She pushed her hips into the air as she stifled a scream. I made my mother cum! I kept sucking until she stopped moving.
Then she held me tight to her chest, murmuring, "Oh, baby, that was wonderful."
I laid on her for several minutes, just enjoying the warmth of the situation. Then I stood up and handed the photo to her. She slowly sat up, still gazing at me with need. Taking the photo, she looked at it and grine, saying, "I think we pass." Then she tossed it in the folder.
"I think these are superfluous now," she said in a sexy growl as she unsnapped something on the side of her hip, then moved to unsnap the other side. Her thong came apart to get it off without taking off the stockings and garters. My mom was now pantyless and standing with her legs apart with a look of hunger on her face. I also noticed that she still had her fantastic heels on.
I couldn't remember what the next photo was, but I was really happy with how things were going.
What's the next photo?
