Chapter 6
Tony was still confused and then his imagination kicked in and he looked down at his mother's sex. Her clit was a large bright pink bud sticking up above her inner and outer lips at the top of her sex. Why he groaned, he wasn't sure but yes it was kinky.
His mother giggled. Tony had never heard her do that before. One of her hands dropped down and brushed back and forth over her clit. "I see you figured it out all on your own. I told you, you had a good imagination."
Tony groaned again as he squatted down. "Show me," he whispered.
His mother's other hand came down to cover the first one that was now covering her sex. "If, if I, uh, do, you'll have to lick it and suck on it," she whispered in a breathy voice.
Tony looked up at his mother's face and then back down at her hands. "I'll, uh, do my best," he whispered.
Her hands moved until there was one on the inner edge of both outer lips. Her hands moved outward and her slit opened wide. The bright pink of her inner lips and slit contrasted with her skin. The bright pink bud at the top, grew bigger and taller. She groaned deeply and whispered, "Hurry before I lose my nerve."
Tony's head shot forward and his tongue flicked the bud back and forth. The taste was earthy but sweet and spicy at the same time. He sucked the bud between his lips and flicked it harder and faster.
Natasha let out a yell as her hands left her sex and grabbed her son's head to pull it tighter. A monster of an orgasm was ravaging her body. Her hips jerked and bucked against Tony's face as the orgasm rolled on and on.
Suddenly, she pushed his head away and stepped back. Her knees were weak and she had to grab the edge of the counter before she fell down. As her legs trembled, little flickers of the orgasm darted around in her sex. The nearest place to sit down was the dinning room but her legs would not carry her that far.
"Mom, are you alright?" Tony asked with concern in his voice.
"Help, help me to a chair," she whispered hoarsely. Her mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert.
With Tony's arm around her waist and his hand on her right arm, she made it to a chair in the dinning room. He let go of her and stepped back. He used a hand on each arm to help her sit down. She groaned softly as she leaned forward and laid her forehead on her folder arms.
"Holy shit!" she whispered softly.
"Are you alright?" Tony asked again.
Natasha let out with a soft chuckle. "Just fucking dandy." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Could you get me a glass of water. I'm so thirsty."
Tony returned with a glass of water and sat it on the table in front of his mom. Natasha pushed up and looked at the glass. She picked it up and drained half of it before she turned it down. She sat the glass down and sighed. "Perfect."
"How can you be thirsty after all the coffee you drank?" Tony asked in bewilderment.
His mother laughed and whispered, "Rapid breathing through my mouth and the wetness that is halfway to my knees. It has been so very long since a tongue touched me there."
Tony wasn't sure what to do so he moved over and sat down where his mother had sat earlier. "I, uh, didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked with concern in his voice.
Natasha chuckled and shook her head. "Other than blowing the top of my head off and giving me a huge orgasm, everything is just fine."
"I wondered because of the way you pushed my head away and stepped back."
Natasha grinned at her son. "My legs were shaking enough that I was worried about loosing my balance and ending up sitting on your face. I don't think either of us was ready for that to happen."
"Uh...." Tony said wittily.
Natasha groaned and sat up straighter. This thrust her breasts out more prominently. She reached up and ran her hands over them as she said, "If your tongue is as long and thick as your dad's was, I would have came myself to death."
Tony looked at his mother with wide eyes as he slowly poked his tongue out as far as it would go. The tip was well below his chin. His mother groaned and closed her eyes as she rocked back and forth in the chair. "I take it that my tongue is as long as his."
Natasha nodded and whispered, "Maybe a little longer."
"Uh, inside your vagina?" Tony asked with a blush.
"Oh yeah," his mother replied. "Sitting on your face would push it as deep as possible."
"I think my oral lessons are getting ahead of themselves," Tony said softly.
Natasha laughed and whispered, "These are the lectures. Wait until you get the lab assignments."
Tony groaned and stood up. Feeling bold, he asked, "Your bed or mine?"
Natasha made a whimpering sound and said, "Couch."
"Couch?" Tony asked.
"Oh yeah, one of my favorite places for a lot of things but I need a towel first."
"Towel?" Tony parroted again and then added, "Uh, I'll get one from the bathroom."
"Make it two," Natasha said as she picked up the glass of water. As he turned to leave the room, she downed the rest of the glass. "Oh yeah, that tastes so good," she whispered as she stood up. At least now, her legs weren't shaken. Well, not much anyway.