A Mother’s Worry – part 19

“Oh, god,” I whispered, my words trembling.

“Fuck me, baby,” Mom moan-spoke, her words strained and focused, as if the amount of dick meat buried within her silky channel was making it hard for her to think. “Fuck me, Mark. Make us come with your incest-cock.”

“Fuck, Mom, I need to read those god damn books you ordered,” I said, bracing my palms on either side of her shoulders and pushing my body upward as my spine arched inward, keeping my groin pressed tightly to my mother’s crotch.

“Those are my words, baby,” Mom said, pumping her pussy onto my cock again. “The way you fuck me makes me say them.”

I pulled my hips back, sliding my cock through my mother’s tunnel, my knob’s corona rubbing her pussy walls. I stopped when my tip lay buried within the shallowest portion of her little, pink hole. Taking a moment to enjoy my mother’s wetness before I dipped my wick back into her yummy cunny, I flexed my cock, swirled my hips, and humped my prick back into the softness between my mother’s thighs.

“Uh,” Mom grunted.

Out.

“Ah,” Mom sighed.

In.

“Uh,” Mom grunted again.

Out and in, sigh and grunt, we created a rhythm between us that grew in tempo, then calmed, then grew, then calmed, my mother’s pussy making kissing sounds whenever I pumped my prick between her lips. When I sped up, her little titties bounced, and when I slowed down, Mom was able to move her hips in concert with mine. I fucked her harder, pinning her to the bed, and I fucked her slowly as I lowered my lips to hers, our tongues dancing.

The longer we fucked, the harder Mom breathed, her panting driving me forward and feeding my desire for release. My bed creaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. Mom cheered me on with the pleasure-filled twitches of her lips and the quivering expressions that crossed her features. The grip of her cunny tunnel caressed me, and the soft cries that escaped her lungs spurred my hips to faster speeds. If I could have stopped time, I would have stayed inside my mother forever. Mom had a liquid treasure made of sin between her legs, and it bathed my cock in ecstasy. I came sooner than I had wanted to, with Mom matching my rhythm stroke for stroke as her skin turned a deep shade of sunset pink.

A throbbing sensation in my mother’s pussy broke through my euphoria, letting me know that her orgasm was coming, followed by a hot, intense heat and a wash of creamy nectar. Mom’s breasts heaved with her breathing, and high-pitched whimpers escaped her mouth. Her nipples seemed to constrict to a diamond-like hardness as they rubbed against my pectorals.

Above her, sliding into her, my knob pushing her walls apart with each stroke, the movements making my entire body tingle, my own orgasm began to break free. First in my thighs, then my balls, the soon-to-be tidal wave of pleasure rolled along the surface of my glans and flowed into my shaft, warming my heart and making my hairs stand on end. I was close. We both were. I braced my knees on the bed as I curled my arms around my mother’s shoulders, and I rammed her pussy hard.

“Fuck,” we moaned together, “shit, uh, uh, uh, oh, ooh, uh, fuck, I’m gonna come, gonna come, oh, god, you bastard–I’m coming!”

Mom’s voice, my voice, everything blurred into one sound as Mom’s pussy lips clamped down on my shaft, and her inner muscles hugged me as though they never intended to let me go. She threw her legs around my waist, locking her ankles below my ass and pulling me into her snatch as hard as she could, the little muscles in her thighs straining hard against my body. Within me, my world exploded. My balls constricted, my shaft swelled, and a river of cum filled my cock, every inch of it buzzing with the pleasure that I poured into my mother’s cum-soaked cunny.

We held each other, her pubic hairs rubbing against my trimmed curls, my balls resting against her asshole. She grabbed my face, pulling my mouth to hers, and as my cum pooled within her guts, she slipped her tongue beyond my lips and made love to my mouth.

By the time our orgasms had ended, and Mom had another one right after her first, we were breathing hard and holding each other close. My cock softened after a time, slipping from her pussy and pulling out a thick wad of cream that dripped down to her asshole. I rolled to the side, grabbing one of Mom’s hands, and together, we drifted off to sleep for a short time.

I woke later, in the dark, though the light had been on when I had fallen asleep. I wasn’t alone. Something wet and soft slid against the underside of my shaft, pinning it to my abdominals with a gentle yet persistent pressure.

Above me, my mother panted, her breath falling in soft, huh, huh, huh, sounds. It sounded as if she had been doing this for a while. I didn’t move. The memory of her fucking my father while he lay passed out spun through my mind. Maybe this is what makes her cream, I thought as my heartbeat rose, sparking a deep heat beneath my chest.

Mom continued pushing her pussy against my dick. I felt her soft folds spread over my shaft, the thick vein running along its length, finding my mother’s slit and slipping into her crease. Every time she paused to rub her love nub against my member or glans, she released soft whines, her breath catching between each soft turn of her cunny across my crown. My breathing deepened, though if she knew that I had awakened, she said nothing, seeming happy to molest my cock in the darkness of my room.

Pressing down on my dick with her pussy and her knees spread put most of Mom’s weight on my prick. The weight forced her slot to squeeze my shaft, compressing my thickness and causing a faint ache to pulse across my length. Mom leaned forward, easing some of the pressure as she placed her hands on my chest. She dug her fingers into my muscles, rolling her thumbs over my nipples and following that with something that made me gasp–she lowered her lips to my left nipple and took it into her mouth as her hair fell about my chest.

She licked me, pinched me, swirled her tongue around my areola, and she nibbled my pebbled nub, creating a tightness that sent gossamer lines of pleasure through my body. I moaned when she switched nipples, and I sighed when she pushed herself upward, slid her fingers down my stomach and through my pubic hairs, and curled her fingers around my cock. She shook my prick, squeezing and trying to bend my shaft, causing my back to arch. She raised her ass from my thighs, standing on her knees, and holding my slippery meat by the neck. She held me still as she lowered her pretty pussy to my knob and sank her pretty peach onto the bluntness of my erection.

“Uh-huh,” she moaned… and I sighed as her tender heat enveloped my crown.

Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs above my knees as she pushed her pussy forward. My shaft strained at the base, and the pressure of her pussy bending my cock caused my balls to tighten. Thick pulses of desire cascaded through my length, pushing precum through my shaft and into my mother’s twat. The muscles behind her pussy walls caressed my hardness. She wiggled her ass, nestling my balls against the bottom cleft between her butt cheeks as she sank her pussy all the way down my throbbing cock.

“Yeah,” Mom sighed once her pussy flesh was hugging the base of my prick.

I moaned as Mom dug her knees into the bed and raised her hips, then she lowered her pussy along my cock, then raised her pussy, then lowered it, slipping and sliding and wetting my dick with her juices. Her ass slapped my thighs and balls, creating an obscene plop, plop, plop, sound as she used my cock for her pleasure. I hissed as she dug her fingers into my legs, and I couldn’t stop myself as I placed my hands on her thighs, gripping her hard as she dropped her pussy onto my pole over and over again.

“Mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh,” Mom whimpered as her ass slapped faster against my thighs. “Mmm, fuck, yeah, oh, god, that’s a big dick, baby. That’s a big dick for Mommy.”

I wasn’t on medication–Mom knew I was awake.

Mom rode me faster, harder, using my cock to satisfy every inch of her twat tunnel while my thickness spread her cunny walls without mercy. She changed the angle of her pussy strokes, the speeds, the depths, the softness and hardness of her thrusting hips. I paid attention to her movements and reactions, listening to her soft cries, her wild moans, her groans, her grunts, the changes in her breathing–I memorized every sound of pleasure that left her lips as she used my cock to make her pussy come.

“Thumb my clit,” Mom whispered, her words rushed and fighting to break through her labored breathing. “Come on, Mark–oh, fuck–do Mommy a favor and thumb my clit.” She whimpered. “Make Mommy come, baby. Make Mommy come hard.”

I lifted my right hand, placing it on my mother’s mound. Dampness covered her skin and pubic hair, and when my thumb slid over her slippery hood, I found her little jewel creamy with the same pussy juices that had saturated our groins.

Mom’s little nub rolled beneath the tip of my thumb. She bucked harder against my cock when I squished her clit against her pubic bone, and she swung her hips in a wide, slutty circle when I swished her pearl from side to side. Mom’s right hand swept up the inside my thigh, moving below her ass and cupping my balls, filling my sack with a light, airy tingle that danced across my skin. A buzzing started in my cock, intensifying as my mother–my motherfucking mother–matched her sack-fondling to my clit-caressing. Within a minute, the pleasure focused on my cock’s head grew overwhelming. Mom’s insides had melted, dripping her honey onto me with every pleasure-inducing ripple of her cunny muscles.

My body tensed in concert with my mother’s. As I pressed down hard on her clit, swishing it from side to side, she pulled down on my sack while grinding her insides against my knob, creating an explosion within me that emptied my body of every last drop of jizz my balls could muster. I squeezed my ass, pushing my hips upward and forcing Mom into the air, my cock impaling her pussy and reaching into the warmth of her soft guts, searching for her heart.

“Jesus!” Mom cried out, coming loud and long, her hips moving back and forth in double time as her pussy rode my cock without mercy. Mom fell atop me after she came, kissing and licking my lips and mouth, my face, her primal actions drawing out the last of my incestuous sperm.

I didn’t put up much of a fight when Mom crawled out of my bed and left my room. I grabbed my phone, checking the time, and my eyes widened when I saw that it was only midnight. That left us plenty of time to rest and recover. We’d be alone together tomorrow, mother and son, newly minted lovers.

18

Mom’s Kinky Side

The last thing I remembered before waking up was my father yelling at me, his words long forgotten by the time I realized I had been dreaming, though my racing heartbeat got the message slower than my mind.

My door popped open, and Mom stuck her head into my room, her cheeks glowing from some new light within her body. “Make sure you shower before you come downstairs,” Mom said. “You don’t want your father smelling my pussy on you, do you?” She nibbled her bottom lip as she gave me a long look and smile, then she ducked away, reminding me of a teenager as the door closed behind her.

Fuck what my dad may have smelled; I wasn’t going downstairs until he left the house. My phone rang with Jenna’s ringtone. I grabbed it, swiped it, and said, “Yell-O?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” Jenna said. “I’m doing something tonight that’s either going to make my dad let me have you or make him put me in therapy. I’ll call you later.”

“Wait,” I said. “What?” But I was talking to empty space.

I stared at my phone, with my thumb hovering over the dial button, but one yawn later, I set my phone down and looked at my dick, which was standing up big and strong and fucking sore. I got out of my bed, naked and sticky with Mom’s pussy juice, our cum, and our sweat. I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed to my bathroom, where after taking care of my morning ritual, I jumped in the shower and let the warm water wash away the layer of sex that coated my body. The sex residue melted away, sliding off me with a thick, prurient grip that reminded me of last night in vivid detail. After cleaning myself, I thought about my soreness and remembered that athletes used the cold to rejuvenate their bodies, so I turned off my hot water.

“Fuck this,” I said after a second of freezing my nuts off and shrinking my dick. I jumped out of the shower, finished up, and returned to my room.

I dressed in shorts and a shirt, both loose, without my boxer briefs. I watched my clock tick away until eight in the morning, knowing that my father had left by then unless he had stayed home for some reason. I hadn’t heard the garage door open, but then my father didn’t always park in the garage either.

Oh, no, I thought. Was my father staying home today? Was that why Mom had told me to take a shower? No, no, no! He couldn’t stay home when I could now have sex with my mother whenever I wanted. Fuck-fuck-fuck!

I hurried downstairs with my phone in my hand and my cock as soft as a feathered pillow. I hit the foyer and turned toward the kitchen, quick-stepping through the shortcut hallway and into the kitchen, where I found Mom sitting at the end of the breakfast table and no sign of my father anywhere. My eyes moved so fast that I had yet to take in what my mother was wearing this morning.

“What’s the matter?” Mom asked, biting into a quartered pear. “You look anxious.”

“Did Dad leave?”

Mom nodded, saying, “Did you need to tell him something?”

I shook my head, sighing, and I let my gaze settle over my mother, who wore her hair up and knotted at the back of her head, loose strands hanging in an artsy mess. Then my eyes drifted downward.

A creamy-white knitted cardigan adorned her body; the wooden buttons were undone straight down the center of her torso. On the table, where Dad ate his breakfast, lay a pair of pajama pants, a shirt, a bra, and a skimpy pair of lacy, thong panties. Mom sat with the chair angled toward the kitchen island, her left leg on the floor, her right on her seat, open and giving me a window to the blonde pussy between her thighs. She had her paper in her left hand and was eating her pears with her right, her white teeth snapping into the porous fruit, but none of the juices dripped past her full lips.

“Eat,” Mom said, not looking at me. “If last night didn’t wear you out, then you weren’t trying hard enough.”

I laughed to myself, the sound barely leaving my throat as my chest and shoulders shook. I picked up my phone, selected the camera, and took a picture of my mother. The first focused on her entire body, but for the next one, I zoomed in on her pussy, and for the last, Mom set down her fruit and lowered her hand between her legs, covering her inner and outer lips but not the hollow dip into her thighs. I snapped the picture as my cock grew semi-hard and continued to harden.

“Eat,” Mom said.

I was hungry.

“Okay,” I said.

A bowl.

A spoon.

Milk.

Cereal.

I finished my breakfast before Mom finished hers. I knew she felt me looking at her from where I sat in the guest of honor chair to her right when she smiled, silently chewing on her pair. I pushed my chair outward, the legs sliding against the wooden flooring, and I turned toward her, waiting.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Like a baby,” Mom said. “You?”

“Same,” I said, curling and uncurling my fingers against my upper thighs. “I woke up kind of sore.” My heartbeat rose, and my feet tingled, the pre-damp signs of perspiration beading my palms and the soles of my feet.

“I woke up sore as well,” Mom said, the corners of her lips pulling into a smile. “I’ve missed that feeling.”

“Is it always like that?”

Mom’s smile deepened as she said, “It is when I’m allowed to be on top.”

I swallowed, my heart thumping at the perverse question that came to my mind, and I asked, “Dad doesn’t let you be on top?”

“Not often,” Mom whispered, her next breath coming in deep and shaky. “I was your father’s princess before we married, and now he treats me like a queen when all I want to be is his whore.”

My cock turned to steel, the head mashing into my shorts, the pressure trying to compress my knob.

“Since your father won’t let me be his whore,” Mom said, her voice low and anxious, “will you make me be your whore, Mark? Will you do that for your mother?”

I grabbed my cock through my shorts to ease the ache pulsing through it. “Yes,” I said, squeezing myself hard, but that only reminded me of how exposed my dick was without my boxer briefs holding it in place.

“Well,” Mom said, setting down her paper and turning her green eyes on me. “Then you better make me do something before I have to get my butt upstairs and go to work.”

Mom turned her chair to the right, the left side of the backrest connecting with the table. She brought her knees back and feet up and slid her butt to the edge of her seat, her asshole hung above empty space. That little pucker between the bottoms of her cheeks caught my attention, and again, I knew, deep down, that my mother was an anal virgin. There was no way Dad had ever touched his queen down there.

My tongue found Mom’s asshole the moment I had my head between her legs. I pushed into her little crinkle, tasting her vanilla lotion and hints of her pussy juices that had slid down her perineum and between her cheeks.

“Ooh,” Mom hissed, adding a throaty moan as her body tensed. “Ooh, that’s something your father would never do to me.”

“Good,” I whispered, licking upward from her pristine backdoor and swirling my tongue around her outer labia, pushing against the edges of her swollen pussy lips. Even with a night’s worth of sleep, I could tell my cock had given her pussy a beating.

“That’s right,” Mom said, her voice filled with the tight strain of pleasure. “Lick the soreness out of me.”

I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs, and Mom slid her arms inside her legs and pushed her elbows against the backs of her knees, holding herself up and open for me. Her pussy petals came apart with a slow, methodical beauty. Sticky strands of her cooze juice stretched between her lips, snapping apart as I pushed my tongue through their silky webbing and into my mother’s pussyhole. It was as though I had slipped my tongue into a honeypot, the delicious taste of her nectar sizzling across the surface of my tongue, making my mouth water.

“Oh, baby,” Mom whispered, “you stretched me out last night. Mmm, am I still tight for you?” She squeezed her pussy muscles, kissing the sides of my tongues with her walls. “Is Momma’s pussy still tight for her son?”

“Mmm,” I moaned into her snatch. “As tight a pussy as I’ve ever tasted.”

Mom laughed.

“The other one is only eighteen-years-old,” I whispered.

“Ooh,” Mom said, narrowing her eyes and puckering her lips. “I’m as tight as an eighteen-year-old. That’s naughty, baby.”

I smiled and tongue-fucked my mother’s opening, licking the edges of her lips and then beyond her hole. Mom held her legs up, her body twitching and quivering whenever I wet her cunny lips or dipped beyond her pink rim and painted the insides of her clam with my spit. After I had bathed my face in her nectar, I brought my hands down her thighs, using my fingers to collect her juices in turns. My left hand dipped below my waistband, grabbed my cock, and lubed my thickness with her fuck-juices while I lowered my right forefinger to her asshole and pushed against the tight pucker of her backdoor.