A Mother’s Worry – part 08

I uttered a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan.

Mom whimpered at my hungry sound.

What thoughts were running through her head? What did she think I was going to do to her?

My prick pointed straight ahead as I shuffled forward and pressed my knees beneath the small gap of space under my mother’s thighs. I lowered my ass to my heels as Mom settled the weight of her thighs against mine. My cock, as hard as a steel pipe, hovered above her ass so close that the warmth of her body dampened my incest-craving dipstick.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I stared at the panty string running through my mother’s crack, and in her low-frog-squat, I could see the golden spokes of her asshole in ultra-high definition. How small did her butthole have to be to remain hidden by that string? That string widened at her perineum, thicker nylon bracketing silk, but the damp flesh to the right and left of its center still lay exposed–so fucking sexy. Mom’s pussy, with her legs spread and her body stretched forward as it was, pressed hard against her transparent panties, the lacy flower pattern covering and hiding the wet gap between her inner lips.

My cock swelled, or seemed to, rising upward and filling with a thickness that made me afraid for my knob. Was it about to burst? I stretched my left arm forward and took my mother by her hip. She shuddered as I squeezed her flesh hard, laying claim to what should have been my father’s property. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, the palm facing upward, and I spit into my palm. Half a second later, I had my slippery fingers around my shaft, and a half-second after that, I was pumping my dick flesh hard enough to make my balls swing back and forth.

I squeezed my cock harder, fucking my fist while jerking my hand up and down my shaft. My balls slapped against my thighs; the lewdness of the smacking sounds sent tingles through the tip of my dick. I gripped my mother’s hip harder, pressing my fingers into her, and as I rocked my body forward, fucking my fist, my thighs rocked into her thighs, which pushed her body forward. I had to pull her back against me, creating a pseudo fucking that soon had her panting.

“Huh-huh-huh,” Mom uttered as her body moved back and forth.

“Fuck,” I gasped and paused my stroking. I looked down, opened my mouth, and dropped some more spit onto my cock. Some caromed off my shaft and landed on my mother’s ass. Moaning, I resumed jerking my dick above my mother’s butt.

The line of her thong gleamed beneath my cock. If only I could take my knob and slide it through her crack. If only I could spank her small ass. If only I could…. I slid my hand from her hip around her thigh and onto her ass, palming the tender meat of her backside with my fingers pointing down. Mom, still taking the slapping of my thighs into hers, pushed back against me whenever I humped her little body forward. She was working hard to keep her head from hitting the headboard. My cock hand blurred, my fingers concentrating on my knob as pleasure shot through my shaft and buzzed around my balls.

“Oh, fuck, Mom,” I moaned. “I’m close, Mom. I’m so fucking close.”

Mom kept her face buried in her pillow, the slapping of our thighs growing in tempo and pitch. I squeezed her ass once more before I started sliding my fingers downward. Mom shook her head. Did she know what I had planned? Precum shot from my cock, landing on her right cheek, and I angled my hand down between her legs, cupping the crux of her left thigh–that hollow dip right next to her outer labia, my pinky edging her soft meat.

Mom moaned into her pillow, her butt shooting forward. I stood on my knees, still stroking, still holding her between her legs, refusing to let go, but I was still off to the side of her pussy. I wanted to touch that tender piece of pie between her legs. I wanted to hold her cunny in my palm and slide my fingers through her pudding-soft folds, spreading her lips open and touching the stickiness dripping out of her. But I couldn’t do that. I could touch her where I was, outside of her panties, where her damp skin filled my hand, and my pinky lay against the tenderness of her labia, the heat between her legs sending electric pulses through my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, my orgasm closing in as the tip of my glans tingled with bliss. “I’m gonna come, Mom. Fuck, I’m gonna come on your ass, Mom.” I stroked my shaft harder. “Gonna come on my mother’s ass!” I tightened my grip around my pole while spreading my fingers and gripping my mother’s thigh hard. My pinky swept outward, over her outer labia, brushing the nylon border of her panties. “Oh, fuck, Mom, I’m gonna come.”

Tremors of pleasure shook my thighs, buzzing my groin and weakening my legs. My balls tightened and swelled. My shaft expanded, and a lightning rod of ecstasy electrified my glans, ringing my corona and traveling down my shaft into my sack. “I’m coming, Mom. I’m coming on you!”

My balls erupted, spewing a thick river of jizzy goo that swelled my urethra before shooting out of my cock and landing on my mother’s buns. I looked down, aiming my cockhead between her cheeks and dumping load after load of hot, sticky cream into her crack. My cum splashed against her asshole, blending with her G-string, and I lowered my knob, spurting cum onto her perineum and flinging the last rope of jizz onto the cotton covering the softness of her pussy, never slowing my cock stroking.

“Mom, Mom, Mom,” I whispered, my voice shaking as much as my body.

Aftershocks of pleasure rolled through my balls and slithered out of my piss slit, causing me to tremble. I squeezed Mom between her legs again, brushing the edge of her panties again and then again, the tip of my pinky pushing her skin inward as I tried to get under her nylon leg band. Her hand appeared between her legs from below, and she pushed my hand away with a frantic slap, then she cupped her cunny and protected it from me with a tight squeeze of her fingers. She trembled. I didn’t fight her. Instead, I circled the base of my cock, pushing outward, and forcing the last of my cum onto the backs of her fingers.

Mom lowered her legs, and I shuffled backward off her bed. She turned her head to the left, breathing hard and keeping her eyes closed. The hand with my cum on it remained between her legs, her pussy resting on her wrist.

“Get out,” Mom panted.

“Okay.”

I turned to leave, and she said in a tired voice, “One week, Mark. You have to stay away from Jenna for one week.”

“Jenna is willing to do this for me every day,” I said. There were no limits now. “Every day, Mom.”

“Get out!”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

I gathered my clothes and went to my room. Jenna would be expecting my call once she got out of school, and we had things to discuss. I wasn’t about to break up with my girlfriend or stop seeing her, but dropping my load on my mother’s ass had given me an idea. If a mother could convince her son to stay away from his girlfriend, what could a daughter do to convince her father to let her see her boyfriend?

Maybe I could have my mother and Jenna too.

Maybe.

Chapter 11

A Plan for Jenna

“How come you aren’t coming over?” Jenna asked.

I had my earbuds plugged into my phone while I spoke as softly as possible into the speaker. I had shut and locked my bedroom door before the start of the conversation, checking my hallway and making sure that my mother was still in her room, which she must have been since I hadn’t seen her downstairs or in the backyard. Even so, I had turned my computer on, clicked on my music, and set the volume to low.

“I’m easing my mother’s worry,” I said, smiling into my phone’s camera. “We’ll be together soon, I promise.”

“Let me see it,” Jenna whispered.

Sighing–on the inside–I swung my phone away from my face and toward my cock, where my dick stood big, hard, and swollen with the memory of my mother’s body running through its head. On her side of the phone, Jenna sat naked, with her phone on a stand and her hairless-from-the-eyebrows-down body on full display for my hungry gaze. Jenna always gave me a hard-on, but this particular hard-on was still the result of coming on my mother’s ass, which had given me an idea.

Would Jenna buy into it?

Hopefully.

“Mmm,” Jenna moaned for me. “That looks so yummy. I want to lick it.”

I groaned and said, “Soon, baby, I promise.”

“Now,” she pouted.

“Soon.”

“No, now,” Jenna pouted again, her voice taking on a little girl’s whine. “I’ll call you Daddy.”

“That’s hot,” I said. Had Mom ever called Dad, Daddy? “Speaking of Daddies….”

Jenna rolled her eyes. She lay on her left side, with her legs extended and her left hand propping her head up. Her tits, in all their teenage perkiness, stayed tight to her chest, though the side of her left breast pressed into her mattress’ comforter. Unlike Mom, Jenna had no hair between her thighs, and only the smooth triangle of her mound was visible as her thighs lay one atop the other.

“My dad still says, ‘You’re too young for sex.'” Jenna groaned and turned onto her back, her tits shaking and settling on her chest, their bases spreading out. “If I’m too young for sex, then how come that’s all my pussy can think about? I’m eighteen!”

I groaned again and said, “I have an idea. It’s kinky, but it may help take our relationship to the next level.”

“Yeah?” Jenna turned back onto her side. “Does it involve me spreading my pussy for you?” She smiled, first big and playful, but then her lips spread outward, turning sly. Her eyes drew my eyes’ focus, and she licked her lips for the camera. “Does it, Daddy?”

“It does now.” I shook my head. “Well, maybe later, but my idea focuses on convincing your dad to let you give up the pussy.”

Jenna laughed, looking down between her legs. “The pussy, huh? Do you think he’ll say, ‘Hey, Jenna, I think it’s about time for you to give up the pussy’?”

I waited for her laughter to end before I said, “Not in those words. Are you going to listen to me or laugh at me?”

“Both?” Jenna laughed. “Can I play with myself while you talk about my dad?”

Her words poured out of her mouth with a thick, honey-like sweetness that fed naughty thoughts through my ears–a merry-go-round of Jenna’s tits, her round ass, her pink pussy, and her white-toothed smile enticed me to slip into her body. Ah, fuck, but I had no willpower.

“Yes,” I said. “You can play with yourself.”

“You jerk off too.”

I nodded, thinking, Don’t be angry with me, Mom. I’m just jerking off.

Jenna turned on her bed, her feet facing her camera and her head disappearing as she lay back on her mattress. She dug her heels into her comforter, pulling her body closer to the camera with her knees open and her thighs pointing the way to her pink-slitted clam. When she got as close to the camera as she could, she grabbed a pillow and placed it under her head, and then another, propping herself up enough to view her phone’s screen and me within it.

I could see her pussy, her inner thighs, her spreading butt cheeks, and the bottom of her crack as it disappeared against her comforter. Her stomach led the way to the bottoms of her tits, capped by thick, juicy-pink nipples and then her blonde, Barbie doll face. Looking into her blue eyes, I thought, I hope my plan works.

“Let me see that big cock,” Jenna purred. “I miss playing with it.”

I moaned, keeping my voice as low as possible. I held my phone in my left hand, as far below my cock as I could reach so Jenna could look at my cock while I admired her snatch. The position was going to be awkward, so I grabbed a book from my nightstand, and after a minute, I managed to prop my phone up between my legs in a position similar to Jenna’s.

“Do you miss the taste of my pussy?” Jenna asked as she used her index fingers to pull her little lips apart, forming a pair of dewy butterfly wings split by the line of her slit and capped by her clit’s swollen jewel.

“Yes,” I whispered as a line of white cream formed between the meeting place of Jenna’s pink pussy walls.

Jenna collected the cream with her right middle finger and brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, the point pushing against her cunny honey and brushing upward, gathering the juices and pulling them into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I hissed, grabbing my cock and stroking it from its balls to its tip.

“What’s your plan?” Jenna asked. Her fingers had moved to her breasts, wetting her nipples and twisting the thick nubs between her thumbs and forefingers. “What’s your plan for my daddy?

“I’ll tell you after we come,” I said, stroking my cock harder as precum lathered my mushroom cap in a clear, slippery liquid.

“No,” Jenna pouted. “Tell me now.”

“Okay,” I said, still stroking my prick. “Your dad thinks–mmm–that he can keep you from fucking me, but–oh, yeah, show me that pink, baby–does he think it’s going to keep you from–oh, fuck, you’re wet–from getting horny?”

Jenna shook her head, then asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, breathing hard as my forearm started to burn, “what if he saw how sexual you became when he keeps you away from me?”

“How about with you?” Jenna moaned, sliding two small fingers into the slippery hole between her legs. “That would be hot if he caught us again.”

“No, not with me, but that would be hot.” I took a deep breath. “I meant, in general. What if he saw how horny you got when you’re not having any kind of sex?”

“Keep talking,” Jenna panted.

“What if you teased him?” I couldn’t tell her that my mother was teasing me, could I? No, I couldn’t–

“Oh, you nasty pervert,” Jenna whimpered. “You sick fuck. I love it.”

“You need to dress as sexy as possible around your house.”

Jenna’s moans grew louder as her fingers worked her clit hard and pussyhole deep, making wet, sloshy sounds that tightened my balls.

“Short shorts and tank tops,” I said. “Tight shirts without a bra. Make sure your nipples are hard.” I moaned, stroking my dick faster. “Leave your shower robe open around the house.”

Jenna moaned, nearly sobbing as she finger-fucked her pussy with growing speed.

“Wear loose shorts without panties.” Would she? “And let him see up the leg holes.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jenna moaned. “I could sit on his lap, too.”

I moaned.

“I could make him think that I’m going crazy without your cock in me.” Jenna’s pussy glistened with her juices. “And I am, baby. I need your big fucking dick in my pussy so bad!”

She did, I could see that, as much as I needed her pussy–as much as we needed to be together. After we had come, Jenna needed to come again. This time she turned around, getting on her knees and showing off her slit from behind. We talked about her father and how nasty it would be for her to tease him with her precious teen body. By the time she had come, her pussy was a dripping mess of sticky honey and yummy creamy.

“I’m going to do it,” Jenna said afterward. “I’m gonna tease the fuck out my father, and he’s gonna let me have your dick. It’s showtime, baby.”

I laughed, thinking, God damn it, Mom, what have you started?

12

Downstairs with Mom

I left my room about an hour after talking to Jenna with an idea of what I would do when I saw Mom again–inspired by Jenna creaming to the notion of teasing her father. I stepped lightly and quickly, with my tablet in my right hand, as I headed downstairs. I had dressed in a pair of loose, black basketball shorts and a body-fitting workout shirt of matching color. The downstairs was as dark as I had hoped, with the light coming from the television in blinking spurts of white, gray, and darker, mood-setting atmospherics. Dad lay on the couch to the right of Mom, swallowed by its size with his head on a pillow, and Mom sat on the back couch, her flaxen hair shining, despite the darkness.

My footfalls barely registered to my ears, but there was no way they’d reach Mom or Dad over the explosions and shell bursts of the war movie they were watching. When I rounded my side of the back couch, Mom turned her head, the surprise on her face making me smile as much as her outfit did. Had she expected me sooner or not at all? It didn’t matter, because now I was there.

Mom had dressed as though she had expected me. She wore a tight, gray tank top, low cut with three pink buttons in the center of her chest. If she undid those buttons, the halves would spread under the pressure of trying to contain her breasts and reveal her twin mounds almost to her nipples. Her shirt had a pink, lacy trim, as did her gray boy shorts. They were small shorts, the kind that a teenage girl might wear despite being too small for her body. The smallest portion of Mom’s butt would hang out if she stood, showing off that smile at the bottom of her cheeks–the crease that formed where her hamstring met the meat of her ass. The shorts were small but not tight, and the leg holes didn’t lay flush against her thighs. At the right angle, they’d hide nothing from my prying eyes.

As dirty thoughts passed through my head, my cock thickened, begging me to take a look between my mother’s legs as quickly as possible.

“Did you take a pill tonight, Dad?” I asked, sitting down on the cushion next to Mom.

“Why, are you afraid I’m going to sleep down here, and you won’t get the TV?” Dad asked, then yawned. “Yeah, I took a pill.”

“Just asking,” I said. “You won’t mind if I talk to Mom while you watch your movie? We were talking about colleges today, and I’ve been looking at some and–”

“Whisper,” Dad said. “Whisper, and let me fall asleep.”

“You got it,” I said.

“Colleges?” Mom asked, looking at me as the TV’s light danced over her face, striking like lightning as the scenes changed. Her tone may as well have said, Is that best you could come up with: Colleges?

I shrugged, and Mom looked back at the TV. I hit my tablet’s touchscreen and opened a text file. I thought for a moment before I typed, Are you upset about this afternoon?

After studying the words for another minute, I slid my tablet over to Mom and said, “Have a look at this one.”

Mom turned her head toward the tablet. She puckered her lips, then took it from my hands and read what I had written. She took her time, and I slid closer to her, my shoulder and thigh almost touching her.

I watched as Mom raised her right hand and brushed her fingertips across the tablet’s border. She took even breaths, then her fingers typed, punching the keys with quick strikes, hitting backspace, then moving more slowly. I didn’t read her words so much as I watched her graceful fingers poke at the keyboard.

She handed the tablet back to me, and it read, I don’t know.

Oh, man, how was I supposed to work with that? I typed back, You didn’t say no, and I handed Mom the tablet.

I know, Mom typed and handed it back to me.

I moved closer to Mom, placing the tablet between us, resting it on our thighs, my right, her left. I typed, I had fun. I paused, my fingers hovering over the soft keyboard. I would have been with Jenna today if you hadn’t let me do that. I took my fingers away, placing them below the tablet on the side of my upper thigh. The backs of my knuckles were close to Mom’s skin beneath her shorts–so close I could feel the warmth of her body.

Mom typed, and I read, That doesn’t make it right.

But it makes me safe, doesn’t it?

Before Mom could answer me, I opened another window, clicked on a picture folder, and brought up a picture of Jenna in a tiny, emerald bikini that lay plastered on her skin like a hentai drawing. The upper and lower swells of her breasts were on display while her nipples poked against the green nylon of her bikini bra as if green were her nipple’s natural color. She was on her knees, sitting back on her heels with her thighs spread. The V of her legs narrowed toward her teenage cunny, where the thickness of her meaty, outer labia bulged outward from her panty’s triangular covering. And beneath the green fabric, every fold of my girlfriend’s pussy pressed against her panties, projecting her labia with three-dimensional craftsmanship.