Ursula noted the nervousness in his voice. And she thought she could detect two elements in it. He was afraid that what they had just done was wrong, and he was afraid that the result of this would be that they wouldn't be able to do it any more. And from the way he kept stealing glances at his mother's magnificent breasts, it was pretty obvious just how eager he was for some more sex with her.
"Jack," she said, "I just don't know. I mean, and I'm trying to level with you, incest is one of those things that's always been forbidden. But if two people love each other, and if they can give pleasure to each other, well, why shouldn't they have sex?"
"I dunno. It just feels funny," he said. "I know what you mean."
They both sat there sipping their drinks and not saying much of anything. But the longer they sat and looked at each other, the hotter they started to get again. They were both naked, and for Jack the sight of his mother's voluptuous female curves was every bit as much of a turn-on as his own developing, boyishly manly body was to her. He felt his balls start to stir, felt his prick stiffen up a bit. He looked harder at his mother. Yes, her soft nipples seemed bigger, they were standing out from her tits more…
Playfully, Ursula reached out and grabbed his prick. She didn't have any clearly thought out plan of how the evening should go, or even whether they should continue with the sexual fun and games. She was just acting on impulse.
The pressure of her hand was enough to make her son's prick start to swell up in earnest, and as she felt the soft cock start to turn non-hard, her own clit began to tingle and harden, and her wet pussy started to get even wetter.
Jack returned her attention by reaching out and cupping her crotch with his hand. She gave a little gasp that was followed by a much bigger one as he pressed the fingers of the hand up against her tender labia and button hard little clit.
They were both giggling and laughing now, and each of them was reaching out, trying to touch as many parts of the other person's body as possible, while the other person playfully tried to keep from being touched. It was all a game, but a game that turned Jack's prick stone hard, and made Ursula's cunt just beg for some attention.
As the touching and squeezing went on, and both of them got hotter and hotter, they knew that right or wrong, they just had to do some more screwing.
"Ever licked twat?" Ursula said.
"No, but I'd sure like to!" The rapport between boy and mother was so good that it wasn't necessary for Jack to go around claiming to her that he'd had all sorts of sexual experience. He trusted her to respect him despite the fact that she was the very first female he'd ever really had a chance to go very far with.
"Well," Ursula said, "I guess there's no time like the present!"
The way his prick felt, Jack couldn't have agreed more. His prick was anxious for a chance to fire off its load, but it was willing to wait as long as he could do something as nice with his tongue as eat his mother out.
He scooted down on the bed and started to kiss his mother on the inside of her thighs. Ursula's legs, like much of the rest of her, were just about perfect. Not in any way fat, but nice and soft, and very, very kissable.
He slid his tongue out of his mouth, and drew it over the satiny skin, while his mother gave a little gasp of delight. He made little circular patterns with his tonguetip, and then started to draw it up slowly toward her inviting twat. The trail of saliva felt cool on her skin.
Alternating licks and kisses, he brought himself closer and closer to her womanly temple. He was two thirds of the way up her leg, now, and he took a deep breath through his nostrils. He could smell a wonderful, rich odor, a very, very female sort of odor. His prick gave an extra surge of excitement, even though it was already so stiff that it almost felt like it was going to burst.
He hastened his progress up the inside of her right thigh. Anything that smelled that heavenly must taste absolutely delicious. The smell got stronger and stronger, mainly because the closer and closer her son got to her cunt, the more Ursula found herself lubricating. Her little pussy was absolutely awash with cunt-juice.
Suddenly, Jack stopped kissing. He was right near his goal, and he paused in awe of his mother's cunt. There it was, inches from his face, with its delicate pink labia, its glistening drops of female lubricant, its light brown tufts of hair from the outer lips. It was all so feminine, so beautiful, that for a moment Jack hardly felt able to go on. And when he thought that it was through that hole, between those lips, that he had slid into existence fifteen years before, his prick trembled with excitement.
He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind with desire for his mother's delectable pussy, he moved his face closer and then flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that was peeping out from between the soft folds of her labia.
Ursula gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from coming, that light touch on her fun-button felt so good!
Flick! Flick! Flick! At this rate, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on, though she wanted to prolong the action as much as possible.
But Jack had natural talent. By the third lick, he guessed from his mother's gasps, from the way her body tensed, that the effect of licking her clit, was to really drive her wild with excitement. He'd heard in a general sort of way about the clitoris and now he could see for himself how incredibly sensitive it is. He guessed that if he licked his mother there much more, she'd certainly be coming, and he also guessed that she would probably prefer to have the tongue-job made to last a little longer. So he shifted his attention to other, less sensitive parts of his mother's anatomy.
As she felt his tongue slide along the labia towards her hole, Ursula gave a sigh of relief. The feeling of her son's tongue on her clit had been heavenly, but she really couldn't have held her come back a second longer if he'd gone on licking her down there.
Jack drew his tongue towards her vagina, and then worked the tip of it around the edge of the inviting hole. That felt pretty fantastic for Ursula, too, but she was able to keep a better grip on herself, nevertheless. There was just no part of her body anything like as sensitive as her clit, which was a real hair trigger.
Slowly, Jack slid his tongue down into the vagina, pressing its tip against the delicate cunt-walls as he did so. His mother was so warm and wet down there, and the thought that he had been born through this very hole continued to excite him like crazy.
As he rubbed his tongue against the inside of his mother's cunt, the taste of her cunt-juices came through loud and clear. He just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a mother who would let him enjoy the wonderful taste of her hot vagina!
Licking my mom! I'm licking my mom's cunt! he thought.
He suddenly brought his tongue sliding up from her cunt, carrying with it a substantial amount of pussy fluid into his mouth. That was so nice he repeated the trick a couple of times, while the little moans and grindings of the hips his mother gave out with indicated pretty clearly just how nice she thought this action was.
She had very sensitive tits, and while her son was eating her out, she was doing everything she could to make sure that they didn't feel neglected. She made use of the newly obtained information that the underside of her breasts was very sensitive by rubbing her finger-tip against them. Then she squeezed and pressed the globes, while taking her nipples in her hands and pressing and pulling on them. It amused her to pull them out as far from her breasts as they would go, and then to let go of them. She also wetted her fingertips and gave little flicks to the pinkish nubs.
Jack had let up for a moment on the business of probing her twat-hole with his tongue, and instead was slurping away on her labia like a cat licking cream.