The world around me was still hazy, a dream-like fog that clung to my senses. As I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware of the soft, warm sensations enveloping me. My eyes fluttered open, and the scene before me took my breath away.
Orpheus was there, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her mouth moving with a rhythm that was both intoxicating and familiar. Her eyes met mine, a glint of mischief and desire dancing within them. The sight of her pleasuring me with such eagerness ignited a surge of arousal deep within me.
Her ample breasts swayed gently, their softness and weight a captivating visual feast. The nectar that coated her nipples shimmered in the dim light of the room, a glistening invitation that drew my gaze like a moth to a flame. The sound of her moans and the wet, slurping noises, as she worked her mouth over me, filled the air, adding to the heady symphony of pleasure.
“Good morning, Son,” she purred her voice a sultry melody that sent shivers down my spine. “I couldn’t resist waking you up with a little treat.”
Her words were punctuated by the delicious suction of her lips, her tongue swirling and flicking with a skill that left me helpless to her whims. The sensations were beyond exquisite, a mixture of wet heat, suction, and the friction of her tongue against my sensitive flesh.
I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as I held on to her. The intensity of her actions was mind-blowing, and I could feel the pressure building within me, the need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment. The view of her breasts moving in sync with the movements of her mouth was a visual feast, a tantalizing display that heightened my pleasure.
Orpheus’s moans vibrated around me, a vibration that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. The way her lips tightened around me, the way her mouth moved with an expertise that spoke of countless experiences, drove me to the edge of bliss. Her eyes never left mine, the connection between us intense and unbreakable.
“Ah~yes,” I gasped, my voice a breathless chant of my desire. “You’re driving me wild, mother.”
She hummed around me, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the experience. Her hand moved to cup my heavy sac, massaging and rolling as her mouth continued its relentless assault on my senses. The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole.
I could feel my orgasm building, the coil of pleasure tightening within me. Orpheus’s movements grew more urgent, her mouth working faster as she sensed my impending release. The view of her, her lips wrapped around me, her breasts swaying, and the glistening nectar that coated her nipples, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
With a primal growl, I reached the edge, the pleasure within me exploding into a burst of ecstasy. Orpheus didn’t falter, her mouth continuing to work its magic as I spilled my essence into her eager mouth. The sensation of her swallowing, of her taking every drop I had to offer, sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me.
As my release subsided, I lay there, breathless and spent, my chest heaving with exertion. Orpheus pulled away, a satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge of the pleasure she had given me. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of me on her tongue, a sight that only added to the intensity of the moment.
“Delicious,” she murmured, her voice a sensual purr. “You taste so good, Son.”
I could only manage a shaky smile in response, my body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm. The sight of Orpheus, her lips glistening with my release, her breasts coated in nectar, was an image burned into my memory, one that I would never forget.
As the haze of pleasure cleared, I realized that the morning had just begun, and there were endless possibilities for us to explore. Orpheus’s eyes glinted with mischief, a promise of more pleasures yet to come. And as she leaned down to kiss me, her taste still lingering on her lips, I knew that this was just the beginning of an erotic journey that would leave us both craving more.
….
“Come, Son, have a bite”
Orpheus said with a gentle smile as she placed the food she cooked on the table, I who just freshened up looked at Orpheus with a wry smile as she kept arranging the food buck naked, her huge breasts bouncing with her steps as her sensual body looked very inviting to me.
“Mother, what are you planning?”
I asked as my eyes kept glued to her figure.
“It’s simple you will be eating off from me”
She said with a sly laugh as she snapped her fingers and the next thing I knew Orphues was at the table with all the food on her, each one spread across her body like a buffet,
The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the dining room, casting a seductive ambiance over the scene before me. Orpheus lay upon the table, her body adorned with an array of delectable treats that invited me to indulge in a feast of both flavors and desires. It was a sight that stirred a primal hunger within me, an invitation to explore the sensual feast laid out before my eyes.
The food was placed in a sensual design, each dish carefully chosen to evoke the senses and awaken our carnal desires. Red jelly covered her nipples, glistening like sweet gems, a tantalizing promise of what lay ahead. Fresh strawberries were strategically placed along the curve of her waist, their succulent redness contrasting against the pale canvas of her skin.
A trail of melted chocolate led down her stomach, pooling in her navel before continuing its journey south. Whipped cream adorned her thighs, a creamy invitation to explore further, while succulent grapes dangled from her ankles, their sweetness a tempting temptation. The tableau was a masterpiece of sensual decadence, an offering that called out to be savored in more ways than one.
As I approached, a heady mix of arousal and anticipation coursed through my veins. Orpheus’s breath hitched as my fingers brushed against her skin, sending tremors of pleasure racing through her body. I traced the contours of her curves, my touch igniting a symphony of shivers that danced across her flesh.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I leaned down, my lips capturing a succulent strawberry near her waist. I bit into it, savoring the burst of flavor as the juices mingled with my own desire. Orpheus’s moan was a melody of pleasure that filled the air, her body arching as my touch brought her ecstasy.
I moved upwards, my lips and tongue leaving a trail of wet heat along her skin. The taste of chocolate mingled with the saltiness of her skin, an intoxicating combination that drove me wild. My mouth hovered over her breasts, the red jelly-coated nipples a visual and sensual feast. I took one into my mouth, my tongue swirling and flicking against the sweet confection, my teeth lightly grazing the sensitive peak.
Orpheus’s moans grew more urgent, her hands reaching out to grasp my shoulders as I feasted upon her. The sensation of her honey leaking from her nipples and mixing with the sweet jelly was an aphrodisiac, driving me to explore her further. I moved to the other nipple, my mouth, and fingers working in unison to bring her pleasure.
“Yes!~,” she moaned, her voice a breathless plea. “Yes~ don’t stop~.”
My journey continued, my lips and tongue mapping every inch of her body with meticulous detail. The taste of her combined with the flavors of the food was a sensory overload that left me intoxicated. I moved to the whipped cream on her thighs, my tongue lapping at it with a fervent hunger that mirrored my desire for her.
Orpheus’s hips shifted beneath my touch, her moans a symphony of need that urged me on. I leaned down, capturing a succulent grape between my teeth and biting it in half. I placed the remaining half between my lips, my gaze locked onto hers as I moved further up her body.
The apex of her thighs was a treasure trove of pleasure, a place where desire pooled and begged to be tasted. I parted her folds with my fingers, my mouth capturing the juices that had gathered there. Her taste was an intoxicating blend of sweetness and arousal, driving me to explore her depths with a fervent hunger.
Her moans grew louder, more urgent, a crescendo of ecstasy that filled the room. I used my fingers and tongue to bring her to the edge, my touch and taste pushing her over into a world of pleasure she couldn’t escape. Her body trembled beneath me, her moans mingling with the wet, slurping sounds of my exploration.
As Orpheus reached her peak, her body convulsing in ecstasy, I continued my feast, savoring every last drop of her pleasure. And then, as her tremors subsided, I looked up at her, my lips and chin glistening with the evidence of her release. She was a masterpiece of sensual indulgence, a feast I had relished with every fiber of my being.
But we weren’t done yet. Beside her lay cups filled with a golden liquid, the honey that had leaked from her nipples, collected and waiting to be savored. I reached for a cup, holding it to her lips, a wordless invitation for her to drink from her own essence. She took it from me, her eyes locked onto mine, a mix of desire and satisfaction burning within them.
As she drank, her tongue swirling and lips parting to savor every drop, I watched in awe. The sight of her taking pleasure from her own body was a powerful reminder of the depths of our desires. And as she lowered the cup, a satisfied smile on her lips.
‘Damn, just what kind of things was she researching in the time we were away?’
Cause right now this mother of a woman is driving me crazy.
‘Gulp, somehow I feel like I might die inside her’
Then again, that’s not a bad way to die.
[Sure, dying with her warmth will surely keep you sane in hell]
