A Mother’s Worry – part 30

“Uh,” Mom groaned, biting her right hand and adding a pout when I pulled my fingers from her twat.

I headed to the kitchen, breathing hard and pulling my shorts up with my right hand as I sucked Mom’s pussy juices from my left fingers. I grabbed two bottles of water and a can of ice-cold Coke and headed upstairs, walking fast and not looking at Mom. I couldn’t look at her, not if I wanted to get back to Jenna with some cum still swimming in my balls.

Upstairs and safely back in my room, Jenna had taken off her stocking and reset the cameras around the bed. She also had a pint of unopened Jack Daniels in her hand.

“What’s this?” I asked, smiling.

“Well, all my friends say that sex is better when they’re drunk,” Jenna said as she sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed with the bottle of whiskey between her legs. “But I wanted to be sober for my first time, but….”

“Not for the second,” I said as her voice trailed off.

She smiled and nodded her head.

“Do you want to get drunk?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s get wild.”

* * * * *

Jenna passed out around one in the morning. From midnight until one, I kept her tight body full of cock, her moans getting louder with each orgasm that rippled through her core. We may have gotten a bit carried away with how hard we went at it, and I was sure that my baby would be sore in the morning. I was a little sore myself, but I had been fucking a lot lately, and it appeared that my cock wasn’t as superhuman as I had thought. I could still get it up, and I could still deliver a cum-shot, but I was feeling the ache of overuse. (Still, that’s pretty fucking superhuman, I’m proud to say.) Yet, I had made a promise to Mom, and I planned to keep that promise.

“Jenna,” I whispered, shaking her by the shoulder while she slept. The pitch-black darkness in my room kept me from seeing her face, and she didn’t snore, but I had no doubt that she had passed out for the rest of the night. My head swam with a buzz that made my eyes shake–half a bottle of Jack Daniels was no fucking joke–and since I had seen Jenna drunk before, I knew she wasn’t waking up.

She drunk-slept nearly as soundly as my father on his pills.

“Jenna?” I asked one more time.

She either mumbled something or growled; I couldn’t be sure. I cupped her pussy from behind, giving her tender meat a gentle rubbing. Though her legs spread open and her breathing deepened, she didn’t wake.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled my hand away from her twat and stroked my cock with her juices. “I drank too much. I’ll be right back.”

Jenna said nothing.

Naked, I slid out of bed, not bothering to find my clothes. Walking across my room to my door turned out to be harder than it should have been. I reached for the wall before realizing that the doorknob was two feet to my left. I found it, turned it, stepped into the hallway, and swayed toward the stairway. I didn’t turn on the hallway lights, but thankfully, a soft glow from downstairs allowed me to see.

Fuck, I thought, I should have brought my phone.

I wobbled downstairs, keeping both of my hands on the rail. Mom had left the end table lamp on as well as the TV. She hadn’t bothered to turn off the hardcore porn. I stopped behind the couch to admire a lean black girl with midnight skin and wavy hair, taking a thick white cock into her pale, pink pussy. I’d have to change the channel before I went back to bed.

I looked down at Mom. She had put her boyshorts back on, but only one pearl button held her pajama shirt together–the one even with her nipples. I smiled down at her, wondering if I should disturb her. My eyes searched for her wine bottle and glass, and I saw that she had emptied both of them. Fuck, this could be fun. Making my way around the couch almost cost me my footing, but I managed to kneel next to Mom’s waist without waking her. I slid my hands over her stomach and sides, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, its warmth, and its slender-softness.

“Mom,” I whispered. “Wake up.”

My mother didn’t stir.

I slid my hands upward, beneath her top and over her smallish breasts. Her semi-hard nipples grew against my palms as their rubbery skin constricted into two tight nubs of puckered flesh. I squeezed them. Mom stirred then, her head rolling from right to left and her left leg, near the back of the couch, pulling back as she raised her knee.

My head swam as I leaned down to kiss Mom’s stomach. I squeezed her tits again, a bit hard, and Mom uttered a sleepy whimper before I pulled my fingers down her body and hooked them into the waistline of her shorts. I slid my fingertips beneath the fabric, touching and playing, then pulling downward with my nose near her twat. The thick scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, sobering me for a second as her floral musk sent a fiery hunger into my heart.

I kissed a trail down Mom’s mound as I pulled her shorts off her ass and down her legs. I licked my mother’s pubic hairs and inner thighs, her legs fighting to open as I pulled her shorts past her knees and ankles, then off her feet. Mom spread herself for me, uttering soft noises. I slid onto the couch, between her legs, catching her right leg before it could fall off the cushions. I lifted Mom’s left leg and hooked it over the backrest. Then I eased her right leg open until I had my mother’s pussy lewdly displayed before my eyes and open for my mouth.

Drunk, buzzing, and with my head swimming, I slobbered my way down my mother’s inner thighs, each lick making my mother squirm. She didn’t wake. Even when I turned my head and took her swollen pussy lips into my mouth at a vertical angle and slipped my tongue into her slit. I found Mom’s pink pussyhole on the first try, tasting the sweet cream that had pooled within her opening. I lapped her honey up, not stopping even when Mom fanned her hands through my hair and curled her fingers into fists.

“Mmm, baby,” Mom hummed in a languid, drunken tenor as I parted her folds up to her clit.

I had turned my head straight by then, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. As I sucked on her jewel, my dick dug into the couch cushion below me. My balls tingled. I licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked my mother’s pussy with closed eyes, moving as if in a dream–guided by my instincts. Mom pulled on my hair, tugging me up her slender body. My mouth came level with the button holding her pajama shirt together, and I took it in my mouth and pulled, tearing it from its threading and releasing my mother’s tits.

“Fuck,” Mom moaned as I sucked her breasts, one then the other, then the other, then the other. I kept my hands moving, sliding up and down her sides, squeezing her ass, and ringing the base of her tits. Her little mounds coned upward, and I pulled them into my mouth one at a time, licking and abusing her nipples until she nearly pulled the hairs from my head to get me to stop.

Our mouths met as our bodies rubbed against each other. Mom’s tongue found mine, dancing and licking along my wet appendage and sliding along my lips. My cock had bumped into her pussy on the way up, then slid upward against her wetness and between our bodies. Her mound and stomach rubbed my hard length as she squirmed beneath me, making me gasp.

“Put it in,” Mom panted, sounding as drunk as I felt. “Get that big fucking family dick inside of your mother’s pussy.”

I kept my eyes closed as I reached between our bodies and lifted my ass into the air. The head of my cock dipped down, poking Mom’s mound, and I ran my knob through her pubic hairs and between her open thighs. Wet heat steamed around my hand, wetting my cock further as I rubbed the head against my mother’s dewy cleft and collected her juices. Without much thought, I found the base of her slit and plugged her pussyhole with my thick crown.

“Ungh,” Mom grunted from deep within her throat. Her back arched, and her tits pushed into my chest. “Oh, god, fuck, that’s a big, hot dick you’re putting up my sloppy snatch.”

I didn’t do anything fancy. I couldn’t. Alcohol drove my movements, lifting my ass and bringing my cock back down, filling the living room with a steady plop, plop, plop melody as our bodies bounced hard against each other. I felt like Billy Bob Thornton fucking the hell out of Halle Berry’s hot pussy in Monster’s Ball. Every thrust pushed Mom deep into the couch, her moans coming fast and hard and her body sweating beneath mine.

Sometime during our fucking, with my cock slipping through the wetness between her thighs and my knob tingling with each plunge between her pussy walls, I pulled Mom up and turned our bodies so that I sat on the couch and she sat astride me. I opened my eyes, seeing a blur at first, and she was looking down at me with a drunken, hungry, half-lidded stare. Mom leaned back, keeping her right hand fastened behind my neck and her left hand braced against my knee as she rolled, swung, and turned her hips like the sluttiest dancer in a strip club.

“Fuck, Mom, fuck,” I moaned, holding onto my mother’s taut ass as she used my cock for her pleasure. “Fuck my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck my dick, Mom. Fuck it good!”

We fucked like that for a while: Our bodies moving on their own, and my mind tumbling about in a waking dream. I sucked Mom’s titties, and I kissed her lips. I held onto my mother’s ass, kneading her buns, spreading them, and pushing them together. I fingered her butthole, lodging the tip within the rubbery snugness of her sphincter. Each time I rubbed her there, her hips twirled faster and harder, sucking the precum from my balls as her pussy channel spasmed around my shaft.

Mom’s first orgasm hit her hard, leaving my crotch drenched with her cum. God, she was glistening with sweat by then. Her second orgasm wet my balls further as her soft whimpers filled my ears. She kept fucking, close to tears, as every part of her body, save her hips and ass, went limp. I helped her ride my dick, humping upwards and holding onto her butt, forcing her back and forth along my rigid pole until she couldn’t take it. By the time I was ready to come, Mom was nothing more than a panting, whimpering little fuck-doll while I couldn’t even open my eyes anymore. While I was coming, I thought, I don’t even care who knows. I wish I could tell the world that my mother was my lover.

Afterward, we fell asleep, and I woke an hour before dawn with Mom lying atop me. “Fuck,” I whispered, waking her up.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Mom said in a rush, moving as fast as my heartbeat as she dressed.

We stumbled about, my buzz hadn’t left me, and my body still had the alcohol in its veins, wobbling my movements. We manage to clean up and stumble upstairs. I showered, I guessed that Mom did as well, and when I returned to my room, there was Jenna, still passed out as if no time had passed since I had left her hours earlier.

I’m so fucking lucky, I thought.

I crawled into bed and curled my body around Jenna’s, spooning her as I laid my head down and went to sleep. It was only Friday, and I had an entire weekend of fucking ahead of me. As sleep sucked me down into its darkness, I thought, How the fuck am I going to keep this up for the rest of my life?

22

Keeping It Going

What a weekend!

What a fucking weekend!

When we woke Saturday morning, I could barely keep my eyes open, and Jenna had a hangover banging around her skull that matched the soreness my cock had pounded into her pussy. It turns out that orgasms are the best cure for both ailments, though, to help soothe Jenna’s soreness, I spent the morning caressing her swollen folds with my fingers and tongue, using nothing but the gentlest of caresses on her body.

We barely left my room the entire day, and Jenna stayed upstairs the entire time, only visiting the restroom to clean up while I made the trips downstairs for food and water. Mom and Dad didn’t say much to me–not that I saw them often–and when I did see them, they were always together. My mother surprised me Saturday evening by sending me a text that read, May I fuck your father tonight?

Holy shit, I had thought. Mom actually asked me for permission.

Yes, I sent back before Jenna pulled me back into my bed.

Later that night, I said to Jenna, “Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide.”

Jenna did as I instructed, and I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her knees to the end of the bed. Bellow me; her ass cheeks and pussy lay spread open, hanging golden on the outside and pink down the centerline. Her pussy lips formed a beautiful, pale, upside-down butterfly covered in a dewy film.

“How do you feel in this position?” I asked after Jenna shivered while I looked down upon her.

“Vulnerable,” she whispered. “Open. It’s like I have no power. I’m just waiting….”

“Waiting for my cock?” I asked, smiling and dragging my forefinger through the crack of her ass.

“Um,” Jenna hummed, “yeah.”

“This is the bitch’s position.”

Jenna laughed. “I’m a bitch?”

“A sexy bitch.” I feathered the pink meat of her pussy with my fingertips and wondered if my time with Mom was about to get me into trouble.

“Yeah?” She asked, shaking her ass up and down in a tight, rippling twerk. “You gonna fuck me like a bitch, Daddy?”

I groaned, and after wetting my cock with the lips of Jenna’s dripping cunny, I held her still and slipped my prick into her snatch, giving her the fucking a sexy bitch deserved. Afterward, she said, “Get down like I was.”

“What?” I asked.

“On your knees.” Jenna stood beyond the edge of the bed with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked sweet and innocent as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her shoulders front to back. “Tell me how it feels to be on all fours.”

“You’re kidding,” I said, sitting up in the center of my bed. “I’m not doing that.”

“Do it.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

It took some more convincing and some bratty pouting, but eventually, I found myself on my knees at the edge of my bed with my feet and shins hovering in the air. After several pushes against my spine, I dropped onto my hands, and after several nudges against the insides of my thighs, I spread my knees for her. God damn it, but it felt weird to be in that position.

“How’s it feel?” Jenna asked, putting her hands on my ass cheeks.

“As you said,” I whispered, “vulnerable.” I shivered. “Exposed. Open. Like I’m surrendering myself to you.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jenna whispered. “When I do it, it makes me so wet. Your cock is getting hard again.”

I laughed as my dick turned rigid while hanging below me, the head angled toward the bedspread beneath me. I felt big, with a rubber-like hardness that could yield but not bend.

“Do you like the taste of my asshole?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “Why?”

“I want to try something that I saw online.” She spoke in a quiet voice, not a whisper, just quiet. “Something dirty.”

A chill ran through me as Jenna slid her hands down my ass and over the backs of my thighs. Her right hand slid to my balls, ringed them, stretched them, which made goosebumps dot my skin, then she continued forward and gripped my cock. Her left hand replaced her right hand on my sack, and a cold ripple of adrenaline resonated through my body. My precum dripped, and Jenna collected it with her fingers and jerked the sticky fluid over my dick.

“I can get on my back and–”

Jenna’s breath warmed my asshole right before the tip of her tongue pressed against the smoothness of my rim. After that, I grabbed onto my bedspread, turned my mind off, and allowed Jenna to take me to new, unimagined heights of pleasure. The one thought I had was: Mom would love doing this to me… if I made her.

Since Sunday was our last day together, we spent the morning fooling around, talking, and eating in my room. We were wondering if we should shower when Mom knocked on my door. I knew it was Mom because while Dad was allowing me to have fun with my girlfriend, he didn’t want to come anywhere near us.

“Come in,” I said after Jenna, and I pulled on a pair of shorts, and Jenna pulled a blanket over her breasts.

My door opened enough for Mom to stick her head in. She looked around, inhaled deeply, and said, “Open your windows and let the air conditioner, or a fan, run through here.” She shook her head, and her gaze shifted from me to Jenna and back to me. “I’m going to spend my day getting ahead of next week’s workload.” She gave me a serious look. “But I want you two to take a shower. It smells like”–her stare slid from me and focused on Jenna–“pussy in here.” Mom pulled her head from the room and shut the door.

“God,” Jenna said, her cheeks turning pink and getting rosier by the second. “Why does your mom have to be so blunt? Does she hate me now?”

I shook my head and crawled onto my bed, pushing down my shorts. “She’ll never hate you,” I said. “But you’re another woman having sex in her home. Imagine how that feels?”

Jenna shrugged, then she frowned and said, “Oh, no…. What do you think my dad’s going to say when we fuck at my house?”

“I don’t care what he says,” I said, sighing and pulling the blanket from Jenna’s body. “Mom wants us to shower, but I think that we can get a little dirtier before we do, don’t you?”

“Your Mom,” Jenna said. “She’s not my mom.”

“But if she were, I’d fuck you anyway.”

“Ooh,” Jenna hummed, puckering her lips and narrowing her eyes. “You’re nasty.”

We spent the last hour before she had to go home making slow, passionate love. We didn’t rush. We didn’t experiment. We didn’t see what felt good. We shut our mouths, ended the dirty talk, and I stroked her pussy channel with long thrusts, using my entire cock to massage her insides. Jenna came several times, her last orgasm shaking her body as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. We had five minutes to spare by the time we had finished coming.

Six o’clock came, and Mom knocked on my door as Jenna’s phone rang. Her dad was on the other end of that call. She showered by herself, and I followed, then I walked her to her house next door. We kissed before she went inside, and I went back home to rest, but mentally, I prepared myself to fool around with Mom should the moment come. But the moment didn’t come. Mom went to bed with Dad even though he had taken his sleeping pill early in the night. I thought about texting my mother, and I thought about getting her and dragging her to my room, but in the end, I decided that I’d rest for the night and see her in the morning. We had agreed that our affair would go on, hadn’t we?

My mind spun as I fell asleep. My mother was no virgin. My mother was looking for casual sex with someone she loved. My mother wanted adventure and everything that she wasn’t getting from Dad. Mom wants you to make her do things. That was my last thought before I fell asleep. When I woke, my first thought was, All right, Mom, I’m going to make you do things today–naughty things.

* * * * *

It took me several minutes to decide if I wanted to go downstairs naked or clothed. That was a hard choice, but I stripped down to nothing, took a soapy shower, dried myself, and I didn’t put anything on as I headed downstairs. It was past eight in the morning, and I had heard the soft rumble of the garage door opening and closing, so I knew my father had left for work.

Would Mom be naked?

I hoped so.

Had Jenna’s visit hurt feelings?

I hoped not, but I mean, I think I knew… it must have.

Did Mom remember our drunken fuck on the couch after I had taken Jenna’s virginity? My shoulders tightened, and my heart sped up as I headed downstairs, taking each step one at a time and using slow, heavy movements. Please, Mom, I thought, no drama.