A Mother’s Worry – part 24

“Mmm,” Mom moaned. “God, you open my pussyhole wide… every time.” She lowered her cunny onto my wet shaft, moaning again. “You’re never going to be easy to take.”

“It’s good, though, right?” I placed my hands on her thighs and rode her naked limbs to her waist. She pulled her skirt back then let it go, where it caught on my wrists, leaving her pussy exposed. “It doesn’t hurt?”

Mom shook her head, then she smiled and rolled her eyes up and to the left. “When it does hurt,” she whispered, “it hurts good.”

“Ooh,” I whispered.

Mom lowered her pussy the rest of the way down my cock, opening her mouth and offering my ears several sexy little fuck-sounds that tightened my balls and urged my heartbeat to a faster pace.

“Take your dress off,” I said, turning to look at Dad. He may have been out, but I hadn’t forgotten about him. “And leave it off for the rest of the night.”

“So bad,” Mom said, grabbing her hem and pulling the cotton up her body and over her head, leaving her naked above me as she tossed the dress to the floor. Her thick nipples seemed to harden further, pulling tight and puckering near the base, which only made their caps swell outward. “You’re so bad for making your mother do this.”

“Ride me.” I squeezed her hips. “Make your pussy come on my cock.” I moaned as she rowed her hips forward and rocked them back. “Remember, I want to feel your cum on my balls.”

“Yeah,” Mom said, panting. “You will, baby. You’ll feel my pussy juices all over those big, cum-filled balls of yours. I’m gonna wet that sack, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna wet it good.”

I groaned as Mom continued to rock her pussy over my shaft, my eyes sealed to the connection between our bodies. My dick looked big and mean as it stretched Mom’s pretty pink lips thin, their grip clinging to my rod as she rose on my shaft, then collapsing inward as she slid her twat down my pole. Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my knees, her body leaning backward and her back arching, pushing her little tits into the air. My eyes stayed on her pussy, her pink flesh glistened, and her clit popped outward, swollen like a whore’s. My whore’s clit. Drawn to that shiny pearl, I placed my right hand on her hairy mound and my thumb on her button and swirled it around.

“Ooh, fuck, ooh,” Mom panted fast and hard, her tits rising and falling with greater speed. She pushed her pussy toward me, pulled it away, pushed it toward me, and pulled it away, and then she spun her little love box around my cock hard. Each swirl of her pussy’s softness around my dick sucked the precum from my balls, and I shivered each time as a mini, electrified orgasm raced through me.

“Come, Mom,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Come before I do.”

“If I make you come,” Mom said, panting, “you’ll just have to spank me for being a bad girl, won’t you?”

“Did Grandpa used to spank you?” I asked before I even knew what I was going to say.

“Oh, you nasty motherfucker,” Mom hissed. “Grandpa spanked me a lot, especially when Grandma wasn’t around!”

“With an ass like yours, I don’t fucking blame him!” I lowered my left hand to her ass and squeezed.

“Nasty, little–ooh–bastard,” Mom whined. “Sick, sick boy!”

I swept her clit from side to side, then turned it in a circle, then up and down. I held her left ass cheek in my hand, squeezing her hard as she pumped her pussy over my cock. Her insides sucked at my glans and rippled across my shaft, causing tingles of pleasure to prickle over my body. Every slide of her cunny across the hot thickness of my member made my heart jump, and soon I was panting almost as hard as my mom was.

“Come, Mom,” I whispered, urging her onward as I worked her clit faster, the intensity of my thumb’s caresses growing rabid. “Come on my cock. Come on your son’s cock.” Mom’s pussy tightened hard around my meat. “Oh, fuck, give me that pussy juice. Give me that pussy juice, Mom.” Mom’s body tensed as she released a high-pitched whimper. “Give me that incest cum.” I pressed my middle finger against her asshole. “Now!”

“Oh, fuck, Mark!” Mom cried out. “Mommy’s coming! Fuck, oh, shit, shit! Mommy’s coming on your dick!”

I held my mother by her ass as she trembled atop my cock, the heat between her legs turning to liquid as my rock-hard shaft throbbed within her. She pushed her pussy down my prick, not stopping until her lips kissed my trimmed pubic hairs. Once down, she fell back into a superhero, bullet-dodging pose, pulling my prick downward and forcing a gasp from my lungs.

I didn’t release Mom’s clit as she came, continuously rubbing her pearl between one orgasm and the next, her twat coming so fast that she tried to push my hand away from her pussy as she sobbed in ecstasy. I eventually eased up on her with slower and slower turns of my thumb, forcing shivers through her body that made her little titties shake. Mom was still trembling when I pulled my hand from her dripping wet love nub.

“Mom,” I whispered, my heartbeat thumping hard against my chest. “Is Dad still asleep?”

Mom turned her head toward Dad and tried to rise. I slid my hands around her sides, my fingers touching and then interlocking behind her back as I lifted her upward, bringing her tits to my lips. As I sucked the left one into my mouth, taking half of it between my lips as though I were a giant, Mom whispered, “Yes, baby, your father is still asleep,” in a shaky voice.

“Mom,” I said, “I need to come, but I want to come while you suck Dad’s cock.”

“Mark!” Mom whispered.

“We talked about it,” I said, biting her nipple and tugging it from her tit with care.

“But–”

I pulled my mouth from my mother’s tit and said, “I’m making you, Mom.” My cock swelled within my mother’s creamy tunnel, making her groan. “You have no choice.” I licked her other nipple.

“Okay,” Mom said, her breath rising. “But this is dangerous. He could wake up.”

“Does he normally wake up?”

Mom pouted her lips and gave me a coy smile. She nibbled her lower lip and whispered, “Not really. He mumbles a few words, but he never really opens his eyes.”

I kissed her breasts and licked her areolas, the sounds wet and exaggerated as I nipped at her titty buds. Finally, I said, “We’ll turn off the lights.” I sucked hard on my mother’s right breast, pulling it from her chest. “If Dad wakes up, I’ll leave before he knows what’s going on.”

“Oh, Mark,” Mom sighed as I flicked her nipples with rapid up and down strokes of my tongue. “Okay, baby. I’ll suck your father’s cock for you.”

“While I fuck you.”

“Oh, you bad, bad boy.” Mom shivered. “Say when, baby. Tell Mommy when you want her to suck some cock.”

“Now.”

Mom put her hands on my chest and lifted her ass into the air. My cock slid out of her narrow hole with a wet plop, spilling more of her cum onto my balls. Mom looked between her legs, saying, “Mmm, messy.” She stood, and her inner thighs glistened with her pussy nectar. She walked toward Dad, looking over her shoulder at me as she knelt next to the side of the couch.

I stood and turned off the couch-side lamp. I grabbed my father’s remote from where it lay upon his stomach. I killed the TV, but not the sounds from the stereos. In the complete darkness, I felt my way to the coffee table and set the remote down on its surface, and then I stepped behind Mom, straddling her hips and standing above her. There was something about standing naked over my mother with a rock-hard cock, even in the dark, that sent buzzing waves of power through my body. I grabbed the neck of my shaft and bent my knees, intent on slipping into my mother’s body as quickly as possible.

We had a lot of space between the couches and the coffee table. I could have scooted behind her, the fit would have been tight, but my rod wanted to get deep into my mother’s hot cunny box. Really deep. Fucking Mom from an upward angle with my legs outsides of hers was going to let me do just that. I hoped Mom could take it because I wasn’t going to go easy on her pussy while I worked my way toward dumping my load onto my mother’s ass.

“Suck Dad’s dick,” I whispered, my voice mingling with the TV’s sounds coming from the surrounding stereos.

I waited, listening in the dark as my heartbeat pounded in my chest, its thumping echoing my skull. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear my mother move Dad’s blanket, her fingers shuffling with his belt as it came undone. The snapping of a button followed the rustle of clothing, then the low metallic grinding of a zipper coming undone made my cock bob. I bent my knees lower, my thigh muscles tensed, and the tip of my knob touched the very top of my mother’s butt crack. She jumped forward, then held still, and that’s when I heard the first wet, slurpy, sucking sounds of the night.

“Mmm, mwah, mmm,” Mom hummed around my father’s dick. “Mwah, mwah, mwah.”

I had my cock in my right hand, just beneath the corona, and I brushed my mother’s crack with up and down strokes. My precum mixed with her cummy pussy juices, creating a warm, wet palette for me to drag my cock through. Mom continued sucking, the sounds growing wetter and fuller as my father’s cock thickened in her mouth.

If I could please my mother on my own, and my father could please my mother on his own, then how much pleasure could we have given her together? The thought of my mom lying in bed, curled in a ball and begging us to leave her alone as she uttered euphoric sobs sent a body-shaking tingle through my balls. A chill swam through me, causing my spine and shoulders to dance as goosebumps rose across my skin. I pushed my cock through my mother’s crack once more, finding her asshole and its suction cup-like grip.

I pushed there.

“Uh-uh,” Mom gasped around Dad’s cock, jumping as I prodded her little, wet asshole.

Not tonight, but soon, I thought as I moved down her perineum and touched the smooth oval at the bottom of her pussy. I pushed inward, finding her pink hole slick and gummy and as soft as warm cookie dough. With a loud sigh, I sank into my mother’s body, spreading her pussy channel and fucking my incest-cock deep into the tight hole between her legs.

“Ungh,” Mom groaned as I pushed my cock deep into her snatch. I didn’t stop until my balls rested against her throbbing clit. I hit something soft in the back of her cunny, and she grunted hard around my father’s prick. I grabbed onto her sides, my hands big on her body, my fingertips almost touching. God, she felt small as I held her pussy in place right before I started ramming her pussy hard.

No finesse.

No gentleness.

“Umm-umm-umm-umm,” my mother grunted around Dad’s prick, her spit sputtering from between her lips. She sounded surprised, yet her slurping sounds around Dad’s cock grew intense as I continued to hammer her upturned twat hard. When I bottomed out inside of her and turned my hips in a circle with my knob grinding against her guts, Mom whimpered around Dad’s dick, yet she never pulled her mouth from his salami.

I wanted to spank her.

I wanted to make her come.

I fucked her faster, not harder, giving her half of my cock at a time as I glided through the tightness of her hole. Her insides clung to me, wet and sticky and oh so fucking hot. My glans tingled, and pleasure raced across my corona, flowing down my shaft and into my balls. My thighs tingled. The closer I came to coming, the tighter my mother’s pussy gripped me.

As my balls tightened and my nuts swelled with cum, Mom’s pussy gushed with new honey. Dad uttered a tight, muffled, sleep-caged groan. My balls, thighs, cock, and body exploded with pleasure, a self-contained mushroom cloud that left me trembling and gasping. Dad continued to moan, his pleasure sharp and quick, and Mom’s hungry, cock-stuff mouth released a series of blissful cries as her pussy turned to gold around my throbbing shaft. I hammered her hard, the wet sounds were obscene in the darkness, and she came again as I poured thick streams of cum into her trembling snatch.

I held myself tight to my mother, my heart pounding and my mind waiting for any sign of Dad waking up, but he never did, not fully.

“Uh-umm,” was all he said, almost making me pull out of my mother’s snatch and run away as he struggled to rise.

Damn it! I had forgotten to pull out and come on my mother’s ass.

“Okay, Mark,” Mom whispered in the dark after Dad had calmed. “Mommy needs to sleep. You’ve broken me, baby. You’ve broken your mother’s pussy.”

I laughed, the sound a whisper. “Okay. Let me go first; then, you can turn on the lights and clean up down here.”

“Okay,” Mom said, her voice heavy and tired. “Hurry up. I’m beat.”

I headed upstairs with my clothes, making sure I had my phone. Once in my room, I checked my new texts, and I had several from Jenna, and each one shared the same message: Text me back as soon as you get this. I checked the time; it was only 9 p.m.

What’s up? I texted her.

Half a minute later, she answered with, This is too good for the phone. Meet me in my backyard at midnight. Text me before you come over. Love you. Bye.

Love you, I sent back as I headed to my bathroom to take a shower.

20

Permission

Ready for me? I texted Jenna five minutes before midnight.

I didn’t have to wait long before Jenna sent me: My parents are asleep. I’m in the hot tub. Get your sexy butt over here.

I rolled out of bed, changed into a pair of boardshorts, and made the trip down to my backyard. I hadn’t bothered with the lights. I walked to the concrete dividing wall separating our yards, placed my hands on the flat top rail, and jump-pushed myself over the fence. Jenna had left her yard dark, leaving only the starlight to guide my path to her hot tub’s glowing water. I jumped onto the grass and walked across Jenna’s lawn, around her pool, and to her hot tub.

“It’s so dark,” I said, standing on the lip of the hot tub as I stared down at Jenna, sitting in the bubbling blue water. “But it always is. What if I was some stranger instead of me?”

“Shut up and get in here,” Jenna said, her voice bubbly and barely contained. “Dad is going to let us have sex!”

“That’s better than therapy.” I stepped into the bubbling hot tub, the water crawling over my skin and warming my body. “How’d this happen?”

“I,” Jenna said, standing and grabbing my hands. “I”–she smile-cringed before saying–“kissed him!”

“You did what?” I asked without thinking, my voice coming out quick and sharp and curious as my mind slammed against my skull. Her words struck me with the precision of a ball-peen hammer, and I started to chuckle. “Kissed him how?”

Jenna shrugged and looked to the side. “You said I should tease him.”

“Tease, not kiss.”

“I’ve been teasing him every night, but”–it seemed as if she tried to shrink–“but it just kept turning me on. Dad kept fucking Mom every night afterward–I couldn’t take it anymore.” She looked at me; her eyes were big beneath the starlight. “So, I asked him about you, and he said, ‘No,’ and then I said, ‘Well, I need to fuck somebody,’ and I kissed him.” Soft, rapid laughter fell from her lips. “I sat on his lap and kissed him.”

“Holy shit,” I whispered, thinking, Guess what I’ve been doing? “Then what happened?”

“You’re not mad?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s fucking strange, but you’re a strange girl.” Should I have been mad? Was I allowed to be mad? It didn’t matter because I wasn’t mad.

“Shut up,” Jenna said. “I needed to show him how much I needed it. You know what the strange thing was?”

“Stranger than a daughter kissing her father? No, I don’t know what’s stranger than that.” Oh, but I knew, though.

“Dad, kinda, you know,” Jenna whispered, “kissed me back.”

“Oh.” I tried to keep my expression blank as blood flowed into my cock, giving my dangling monster a swift thickening of size.

“Then he pushed me off his lap and went to see Mom.” Jenna sighed. “I’m pretty sure he fucked the hell out of her, which he’s been doing every night since I started teasing him–as you told me to do.” She widened her eyes as she told me that. “Later, after he finished with Mom, he said, ‘Okay. You can be with Mark, but there will be rules.'”

“What kind of rules?” Rules were good. The idea of “rules” didn’t seem to bother my cock, which continued to grow beneath my shorts.

“I don’t know. He wants to see you and your parents tomorrow.”

I took Jenna’s face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I saw the smile of an excited youth stretch her lips, not that I was so old and wise, but she was still young and inexperienced. Not like my mother. Not even like me. Jenna was a virgin. Maybe waiting a couple of years wasn’t such a big deal any–

Jenna stood on her toes, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers. Our lips met and slid together, the perfect union of flesh that parted as our tongues merged, first in my mouth, then pushing into hers. We pressed against each other, our tongues licking and sliding together, generating saliva as we tasted each other. I moved my right hand behind her head and my left down her teen body; the muscles beneath her tight skin felt hard and thick. My hand found her ass, and I filled my palm with her meat.

Oh, yeah, I thought as my fingertips dipped into her crack and traced the thong of her bikini panties. She’s not that young. Within moments, my hard-on pressed into her stomach.

“What?” Jenna asked as I laughed against her lips.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’ve had a long week without you.” But I wouldn’t trade it for all the wishes in the world. “So, you’re a Daddy kisser now?” What a pair we made.

Jenna stared at me, her eyes widening. Her mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

I laughed.

Jenna blushed, the light from around the spa revealing the flushing of her cheeks.

“With tongue?” I teased.

Jenna turned to the side, her eyes going wide, “Yeah, maybe, I don’t know,” she said, her answer spoken with a long, drawn-out embarrassment that only made my prick harder. “I wasn’t thinking about it when I did it. I just did it. I only know how to kiss with tongue, okay? Teasing him was your idea!”

“Daddy kisser,” I said, squeezing her ass. “What a bad little girl you are.”

“I didn’t kiss my Daddy,” Jenna said, looking at me and shaking her head with a don’t be an idiot expression on her face. “I kissed my father.” Her following smile was nothing but coy sweetness and false innocence. “You’re my Daddy, and I love kissing my Daddy.”

“Then give Daddy a kiss.”

Our lips met, and I dug my fingers deeper into her thick ass, making her moan into my mouth. Jenna pulled me down into the water and pushed me back, sitting me down on the spa’s granite bench. Bubbles splashed around my shoulders as Jenna straddled my lap. Her thinly clad muff pressed into my cock as she wrapped her arms around my head. I held onto her ass with my right hand and ran my left hand up her back, finding the strings keeping her bikini top together. I pulled them apart. Her bikini’s half-cups came loose from her chest and floated atop the water, bouncing with the explosions of air along the water’s surface.

“Did you miss these titties, Daddy?” Jenna asked, her voice turning pouty. “You haven’t been able to suck them for a week.”

“I’ll get to do more than suck them soon,” I said. “Tomorrow?”

Jenna nodded her head, biting her lip.

“Should I suck them now?”

“Yeah,” Jenna whispered. “Right now.”

“Yeah,” I said, thinking of Mom and our agreement. Yet, if I now had permission and I still owned Mom’s pussy, then what was the problem? God, I was a bastard.

Jenna pushed her breasts toward me, rising to her knees and thrusting her hips forward. I held her back with my left hand, pressing my palm into her as I cupped her left tit with my other hand and lowered my mouth to her thick nipple. Her nipples were shorter than Mom’s, yet just as thick, though her areolas were larger as well. Her tits–one of them equaled both of Mom’s–were much bigger. I sucked their firm, youthful perkiness into my mouth with enough slobbering noise to dub a Japanese porno.