STEPLADDER
Daniil, beaming with joy, was on his way home. His first year at the prestigious university had come easily to him, but the time away from home had dragged on incredibly slowly. Thoughts of his mother, so warm and tender, with that unique, subtle scent that emanated from her skin, never left him. The electric train rocked rhythmically, its wheels clacking on the tracks. Memories of childhood and youth persistently surfaced. She was always there… when he was teased as "Donut" because of his chubby cheeks, when he was called a nerd for his love of reading, and when, despite being the best student in school, he was an outsider among his peers… always. The best woman
in the world.Daniil slammed the apartment building door, swiftly flew up the stairs, and unlocked the door with his key.
"Mom, I'm home!" he exclaimed joyfully, bursting into the apartment. His mother was standing on a stepladder in the middle of the room, intending to wipe the lampshades of the chandelier.
"Did something happen? Why so early? Have you really finished all your exams already?" – the treacherous thought that something had gone wrong instantly took root in her mind.
"Everything's fine, Mom. I got two tests and one exam passed automatically."
It was hard to say who was shining brighter: the June sun, his mother Anyuta, or Daniil. An atmosphere of warm joy filled the room to the brim.
"Hold the ladder, son. I want to get down safely before I fall off it from sheer delight. You know how afraid of heights I am."
"Of course, Mom, and you too…" – Dankya was beside her in one leap. Holding the ladder with one hand, he offered the other to his mother to help her down, his gaze instinctively sliding upward. The summer sundress Anyuta was wearing barely reached mid-thigh. The flowing hem swayed around her still slender, long legs. It was as if he'd been struck by lightning – she wasn't wearing any underwear. In a few seconds, completely different events from recent years flashed through his mind. He remembered how he had desperately masturbated, smearing his palm with his mother's body cream and watching her through the slightly open bedroom door. She, having never met another man after his father left them, had also sinned with this act. How long Daniil had dreamed of seeing this. His gaze was fixed dead on Anyuta's exposed charms. His flesh instantly came to life and began to fill the space inside his light summer shorts. As if sensing his arousal, treacherous moisture glistened on her slit and began to emit the scent of desire. His mother didn't know where to look from shame and involuntarily looked at him anyway. Eye to eye. Hand in hand. Anyuta awkwardly slipped and fell into her son's embrace. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer, and hers began to beat treacherously in unison.
Dankya sat his mother down in a nearby armchair. He himself knelt on the floor and began to gently stroke her trembling legs with tender touches. Then, covering her bare thighs with his hands, he began to cover her knees with kisses, moving upward. Finally, he was touching her fragrant skin with his lips. Most of all, Daniil was afraid she would make him stop. From his trembling caresses, the muscles of her thighs relaxed, and with a light movement, he opened to his view the absolutely smooth valley of desires. Dankya admired it, not believing his eyes.
"I want you to trust me, Mom." – He touched her clitoris with his tongue. Anyuta shuddered slightly and took a deep breath. The thought that his mother would make him stop flashed in his mind again. Daniil began with light semicircular movements. He approached everything in his life thoroughly, and when he became interested in sex, he meticulously studied all possible and impossible sources. Now the tip of his tongue circled around the little mound, capturing the nearby folds. It, in turn, swelled with blood like a miniature penis. Feeling the clitoris increase in size, he enveloped it with his lips and began to suck gently, lightly touching it with his tongue. Judging by the abundant secretions, everything was happening absolutely correctly. Mom's breathing quickened. Every time he secretly watched her masturbate, Daniil imagined his tongue in place of her fingers. Then he lifted the skin covering the clitoris, exposing its swollen tip, and began to gently perform a dance of hundreds of butterflies on it with his tongue. Restrained moans began to mix with Anyuta's rapid breathing. Mom involuntarily began to move her hips from the growing excitement. At some point, she trembled as if from an electric shock and shifted her thighs. Dankya realized a wave of intense orgasm had washed over her. His happiness knew no bounds. The guy admired how the most beloved woman was throbbing in ecstasy and was incredibly proud that he was the author of this miracle.
Daniil rose from the floor, standing to his full height. His mother, seeing the tented shorts, carefully released his cock. The last time she had seen it, it was very small. Now, a luxurious phallus of perfect shape with veins bulging from arousal on the sides was revealed to her gaze. A transparent drop of desire glistened on the tip of the glans. How he had dreamed of her touching him, at least with her hands. The cock trembled with excitement, and this tremor spread throughout his body. Mom wrapped her hand around it and began to gently pull the skin down, then return it to its original position, while twisting it slightly from side to side, as if checking how it worked. Then she brought her lips closer to it and touched the glans with her tongue, as if tasting it. Dankya was afraid even breathing would break this magic. Her tongue broke away for a moment, stretching a cobweb of lubrication, and began to explore the cock along its entire length, feeling every vein. Then her lips joined the game. Tender kisses alternated with the caresses of her tongue. Finally, she took him into her mouth and began to suck, taking him deeper and deeper, helping with her hand. Daniil was not only not afraid to breathe now, but involuntarily moaned from the rapidly mounting excitement. Then Mom tightly closed her lips and continued the thrusting movements, additionally caressing the cock in her mouth with her tongue. Unable to hold back any longer, he began to cum, not even thinking to pull his cock out of her mouth. Taken by surprise, she parted her lips slightly, and semen began to drip down her chin.
Daniil carefully wiped that dear face and gently kissed her on the lips. His reproductive organ absolutely refused to calm down, as if living a separate life. He picked his mother up in his arms and laid her on the soft carpet on the floor. Then he confidently entered her. The hot and wet vagina, after the recently experienced orgasm, greedily swallowed him. Dankya untied the straps of his mother's sundress and exposed her breasts. He took them in his hands and began to either gently caress her nipples with his tongue or greedily suck on them like a hungry infant. Her womb began to contract, greedily pulsating around his cock. Anyuta began to move her hips towards her son. They became a single organism, whose goal was pleasure. And even at this moment, the crazy childhood desire to see his mother's forbidden games wouldn't leave his head. Dankya couldn't stand it and spread her thighs wide.
"Touch yourself there. I've seen you do it before," he asked. Her fingers slid down habitually and got to their pleasant work. Daniil watched intently as his mother pleasured herself, never stopping his movements, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down the pace. The sight was both staggering and mesmerizing, and the thought that all taboos had been broken today was incredibly arousing. At some point, the vagina began to contract rhythmically, and a hot stream hit him in the groin. He increased the pace several times and a few seconds later exploded like a volcano inside her womb.
They lay exhausted in each other's arms on the carpet for a long time in silence. And without any words, it was clear that two people already so close had become even closer.