A Mother’s Worry – part 32

“Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh,” Mom panted, her yelps coming so close together they were almost one word. “Holy fuck, Mark–god!”

I slowed down.

Mom sighed.

I sped up.

Mom gasped.

I straightened my forefinger and eased it against Mom’s lubed-up asshole alongside my middle digit.

“Oh, no, baby, no,” Mom groaned, but she never used the word stop.

I ringed her pucker with the tip of my finger, gathering the extra lube that made her skin shine. I eased the tip between my middle finger and her sphincter and found that there was no room to get inside her anus. I prodded my mother’s asshole, pushing the rubbery skin inward and easing it to the side so slowly that I could see her sphincter expand.

“Uh, ooh, umm-uh,” Mom continued to utter, her body moving beneath me in a continuous wave.

Slowly, so fucking slowly–it seemed as though I was moving backward through time. The tip of my forefinger crawled across Mom’s pucker-flesh and wriggled its way past the rubbery gate of her rosebud.

I sighed.

Mom groaned.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered in Mom’s ear, kissing her and licking her lobe. “That’s my mom. Take it, slut. Take it like a good whore.”

“Yeah,” Mom growled, biting her lip and pushing her ass against my fingers. “I’m your good whore, baby. I–fuck–always will be!”

Between the two of us, we eased my forefinger into her ass alongside my middle finger, and I started a slow-drilling ass-poke through the tightness of her butthole. While I massaged my mother’s pucker, I ran my left hand over her body, caressing her back and shoulders, her butt cheeks, and then slipping my hand beneath her to massage her little breasts. Inside of her ass, I wiggled my digits, finding the sides of her anal walls and rubbing her hard. Mom uttered her loudest moans when I thrust quickly along her butt-ring. The constant friction against her backdoor had her breathing hard, spreading her legs, and clawing at my bedspread.

“Up, Mom,” I whispered when I found out that trying to reach her pussy while lying atop her put too much weight on her slender body. “Get up on your knees for me.”

I planted my left hand on the bed and pushed myself upward. I didn’t take my fingers from my mother’s asshole. Mom pushed herself up, raising herself to her knees, her backward momentum fucking her butt onto my fingers down to their last knuckles.

“Shit,” Mom groaned, turning her head to the side. She had her eyes closed, and her face wore a mask of intense concentration. “Oh, god, that’s so fucking good.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Dad needs to know what he’s missing,” I whispered.

“Convince him, baby,” Mom whispered back.

I stood on my knees, looking down at my mother’s ass and the hole between her cheeks, stuffed with two of my fingers. Sweat and oil glistened across her shoulders, back, ass, and thighs, making her golden skin shine. I reached around Mom’s side with my left hand and cupped one of her smallish breasts, giving it a firm squeeze that made her hiss before I pulled her into a standing position on her knees. I had my two fingers in her ass with my palm facing upward and my fingers fish-hooking her butthole while I slid my left hand up to her throat and pulled her close to my body–then I started jabbing her starfish hard.

For the next several minutes, Mom and I humped our bodies together, using my two fingers as a substitute cock for her asshole while my prick rubbed against her oiled back. Mom reached up and back over my shoulders, locking her fingers together behind my neck. Her back arched, and her little titties pointed upward, their slopes ending in two pink nipples puckered as tightly as possible, begging for a sucking.

“Make me fucking come, baby,” Mom growled. “Oh, fuck–mmm–make Momma come!”

“You’ve earned it,” I whispered in her ear before I licked it. Mom shuddered. I dropped my left hand down her front, stopping long enough to play with her tits and nipples, then moving down her stomach and over her mound. I laid my palm against her blonde pubic hairs and cupped the upper half of her pussy with my fingers, laying my middle finger along her clitoral hood with the tip pressing into her clit, turning it in soft circles.

“Oh, oh, oh–oh, fuck,” Mom whimpered as I matched the rhythm of my ass-fucking fingers to my clit-strumming digits.

It didn’t take long for Mom to come.

“Mark, baby, oh, no,” Mom whispered. Her noises turned to whines, then sobs. “It’s–oh, no–too intense, baby. Oh, fuck, I can’t, I can’t”–she shook her head as she babbled nonsense to me–“I can’t take it. Baby, no, please–oh-oh-oh–oh, fuck!”

Mom came hard. Her asshole tightened around my digits, threatening to pinch them off. Her body trembled with electric shocks, and her breasts heaved. I thought she was about to hyperventilate. I held her close, digging my fingers into her butthole, getting deep, and touching her in places a son should never touch his mother. I held Mom tightly as she whimpered through her orgasm, the hand on her clit stroking her jewel faster and harder and forcing her through several more body-shaking orgasms, one atop the other, and leaving her limp in their aftermath.

“Please stop,” Mom sobbed, panting hard in a shaking voice. She had her eyes closed, and her hands had fallen to her sides. Mom would have fallen onto her face if my left arm hadn’t have been around her body. “Please?”

“Okay, Mom,” I whispered as she cried beneath me. “But not for long.”

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I let my mother rest for a couple of minutes, washing my hands–though they were clean–before I turned her onto her back and rested her head on a pillow. I grabbed another pillow and slid it under her ass, propping her pussy into the air. I didn’t know why–maybe I did–but I wanted to see my mother’s face when I slid my big dick into her virgin butt. Would her expression match the one my father had seen when he had taken her virginity?

Mom watched me as I spread her legs and ran my hands over the insides of her slick thighs. She didn’t say a word. If she was curious about what I had planned, I couldn’t tell. She just watched me like a mother would watch her son as he tried to figure out how to play with a new toy.

I massaged her breasts as I scooted between her thighs, stopping when my knob pressed into the softness of her pussy lips. Her wet crease sunk inward as my crown opened her petals. Mom uttered a low moan as I slipped the tip into her pussyhole, pushing her meat aside without hesitation.

“You like that, Mom?” I asked as I pulled my hips back.

“Yeah,” Mom said, moaning as I pushed several inches of my cock into the heat between her legs.

“You’re so fucking creamy.” I slid my hands down her ribs and grabbed onto her sides. I spread my knees, lowering my ass toward the bed. “So fucking creamy for my cock.”

“That’s what happens when sons fuck their mothers, baby.”

This woman drove me nuts.

“Did you like my fingers in your ass?” I squeezed her sides hard and gave my mother an extra hard thrust, making her grimace. She grabbed onto my wrist and held me tight. “Are you ready to take my big dick up your little asshole?”

Mom bit her bottom lip and shook her head from side to side. That sent a jolt of pleasure through my dick, but it was my mother’s eyes that made me tingle. She was looking into me, deeply, the weight of her desire filling her gaze with hunger.

“Tell me you’re my whore,” I said.

“I’m your whore,” Mom whispered.

“My slut.”

“I’m your–uh–slut.”

“I can do anything I want to you?”

“Uh, mmm, oh, shit,” Mom panted as I fucked her harder and faster. “Anything. You can do anything you want to me, baby. Oh, god. You can fuck me anytime–oh–anywhere–uh–in any fucking hole!”

Mom’s titties bounced with my every thrust, moving across her chest so fast they were almost a blur. Her head slid across the pillow, and I had to pull her back onto my cock to keep from fucking her off my shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, suck it,” I said, pulling out and climbing up my mother’s body. She grabbed my cock, opened her mouth in a wide “O,” and took my dick between her lips. She bobbed her head fast, slurping on my dick, and then I pulled out and slid back down to her pussy, fucking her tender clam before pulling out and going back to her mouth. I kept this up for a while, making Mom lick my shaft and balls–making her deep throat my meat, and this time she didn’t gag. It wasn’t until I was about to come that I pulled my cock from her mouth, though she chased the tip, then pouted as I dove between her legs with my mouth and fingers. I licked her snatch until she came again. When her cum had dripped down to her asshole, I moved back up her body and pressed my big mushroom tip against her sweet, little divot.

Mom grabbed my wrists. I didn’t need to grab onto my cock to help guide it into Mom’s ass. I was so fucking hard I could have crushed diamonds with my knob, and Mom’s little butthole had suction-cupped me up against its tiny opening. Her cheeks closed around my glans, the wetness sucking me inward as the thickness of my head pressed against her rim. Mom’s ass cheeks flexed, massaging my crown and sending rings of pleasure down the sides of my mushroom and along my shaft, down into my balls.

“God damn, Mom,” I panted, “your asshole feels like heaven.”

“Come on, baby,” Mom dared me, “fuck it. You’re not even past the gates yet. Fuck your Mom’s ass, you dirty little shit. Fuck your dick into heaven.”

I growled and pushed my hips forward as I pulled down on my mother’s sides. An explosion of friction rolled over my glans. I gasped from deep within my chest as Mom groaned out a loud, “Ohhhhhhhhh,” that didn’t seem to end. Her butthole resisted, trying to stay shut, then it pulsed, and the rubberiness of her sphincter widened around my spongy crown. Mom’s eyes and mouth opened wide, and it looked like she tried to say something, but nothing came out. I’ll never forget her face, but then Mom’s butthole tried to crush my glans, bringing me back into the moment. I flexed my cock, spurting a long stream of precum into her anus.

“This is so fucking good,” I growled. I felt like I was going to piss my cum into her when I finally reached my nut. There would be no torrent or river but one continuous stream of thick, creamy jizz that would paint the inside of my mother’s asshole white with heat.

Mom answered me by groaning again as her butthole expanded fractions of a fraction of an inch at a time. Even with the lube, her butthole took its time sliding over my knob. When her rear had finally swallowed my cock beyond its corona, I whimpered as her sphincter tightened around my head, seeming to squeeze out buzzing wads of pleasure from my prick. I had to fight to keep from blowing my load up her butt right then and there.

“Jesus, baby,” Mom said, breathing hard. “Fuck, that stretch feels sooooo fucking good.” She uttered a strangled grunt. “This really does hurt so fucking good.”

I let go of her left side, swung my right hand out, and brought it back, spanking the side of my mother’s small ass.

“Ah,” Mom yelped.

“Yeah, baby,” I said, spanking her again and caressing her cheek after. “You deserve it.”

Mom looked up at me with a new fire in her eyes that I’d call worship.

I took a deep breath. Mom stared at me, focused and intense, and I pulled out a fraction and pushed back in. Mom sucked in her tummy and dropped her chin to her chest, growling through closed lips as she gave me a how dare you do this to me stare that only made my next thrust into her asshole harder. Mom arched her back, pushing her tits upward as she dropped her head. I pulled out and pushed in, her butthole widening around my shaft while trying to pinch my cock flat. I let go of Mom’s sides and dropped over her body, catching myself on my elbows then pressing my chest against Mom’s sweat-glistening tits.

“How bad do you want your son’s cock?” I whispered, looking into my mother’s eyes as her nostrils flared.

Her hands grabbed my sides and slid downward, not stopping until she had my ass in her hands. She licked a vertical line over my lips, then nipped at me–the expression on her face was one of angry lust and primal need. She looked ready for a fight and a fuck.

“Do it,” Mom whispered. “Fuck me. Fuck my butt. Fuck your mother’s butt.” Mom pressed her lips against mine. “I want your big dick all the way up my little ass.”

I growled, returning her kiss as I slipped my left hand beneath her shoulder and under her head. My right hand slid down her side and around her thigh, grabbing onto her ass cheek. I slipped my fingers into her crack, the tips touching her rim and the sides of my cock.

I thrust my hips forward, sinking my cock into my mother’s butt down to my balls.

“Uhhhhh,” Mom grunted; the sound was low and guttural.

I pulled out, the lube helping me slide through pucker despite her asshole spasming around my prick. When just the head lay nestled in the viselike grip of Mom’s asshole, I held still, trembling at the tight constricting torturing my glans.

“Fast, baby,” Mom whimpered. “Do it fast. Oh, fuck, it feels better when you fuck my butt fast.”

I slid back into my mother’s rectum.

“Uh,” she grunted.

My cock slid into the emptiness of her rear passage, but where her sphincter gripped my cock, there was nothing but her asshole’s tightness and an unreal constriction. My balls slapped into Mom’s butt, spanking her. She yelped as my cock hit something soft and deep within her hole, pushing it inward. I pulled out and pushed back in, out, then in, moving faster, soon giving her only a few inches of my dick at a time but always tickling her little asshole with constant movement.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Mom moaned.

I humped my cock hard into her ass.

“Uh,” she grunted.

Then fast and shallow again.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Mom moaned.

Hard and deep.

“Uh,” Mom grunted.

I kept that up, fucking her shallow and fast, then hard and deep, her moans turning into grunts then back to moans. We kissed, pressing our lips together and making our tongues dance. Her littlish titties rubbed my chest as our bodies danced together. I squeezed her ass with my right hand and moved my left hand to the top of her head, holding her in place as my thrusting grew faster and longer, quicker and deeper, but never harder. Never too hard, anyway.

When that long-awaited tingling swirled around my balls, I panted in Mom’s ear, “I can never make Jenna do this, Mom. Only you. Only you could handle my big dick in your ass.”

“Baby,” Mom moaned, “you make me do such nasty fucking things. Oh, you little shit. You little shit!”

“Play with your pussy for me.” I sped up my thrusting, but I kept my strokes shallow so that my glans constantly passed in and out of her back door. “I want you to come when I come. Fuck, I need you to come with me.”

Mom reached between our bodies with her right hand. The backs of her fingers brushed my pubes, and I felt her digits circle her clit. Mom’s face tensed, then broke, her lips twitching in that grimace of beautiful agony as she punished her love-nub with pleasure.

From deep within my core, my orgasm rumbled to life. I closed my eyes and held my mother tight to my body, hugging her hard as I fucked my knob through the grip of her backdoor. Mom whimpered and whined as her asshole spasmed. My body tensed, then shook, first in my thighs, then working its way up to my balls. Around my glans, a throb began, turning into a thick pulse that needed relief. I raced toward my orgasm, gasping for breath against my mother’s neck. Mom wrapped her legs around me, crying out for a moment before she raised her head and bit me hard on the shoulder.

“Fuck!” I growled against her as my balls released their cum.

My world turned black as every nerve ending within my body came to life before exploding and turning me into a shivering mass of bliss. I pushed my prick all the way up my mother’s butt, stretching her depths inward. She bit me harder, though her cries of ecstasy still escaped in ragged breaths from between her teeth. We came together, holding each other close and moving our bodies through the aftershocks of our pleasure. I don’t know how long I came for–forever and yet not long enough, but eventually, I found myself lying next to my mother, holding her hand and breathing hard as I struggled to regain my breath.

“I’m going to make you do that again,” I said when I could talk again.

“The hell you are,” she said, laughing.

I laughed, saying, “Every Monday, for the rest of your life.”

Mom laughed.

“I mean it.”

“Well,” Mom whispered, “if you’re going to make me….”

“No choice.”

It wasn’t until our breathing had finally calmed that Mom said, “Good.”

23

After

What’s left to say?

Did Jenna and I break some rules along the way? Yeah, we did. Did our parents know? Yeah, I’m sure they did, but what could they do by then? We didn’t make a big deal about it, and we didn’t throw it in anyone’s face, and Jenna’s dad seemed to be able to live with that.

Mom’s sex drive only grew after I started sleeping with Jenna. Not just her appetite for sex, but for the things she had always wanted to do in the bedroom but never could. I had a closet full of ropes, restraints, leashes, paddles, gags, plugs, dildos, hooks, and kinky toys that a son would never expect his mother to buy for him, let alone buy them so he could explicitly use them on her. Insatiable. My mother’s appetite had become insatiable.

Jenna’s appetite was nearly as ferocious as my mother’s, but not as kinky–though that changed when she reached her twenties. Like many couples, Jenna and I ran into some problems during our college years–we went to different universities. We parted for a time, and I met a few young women who loved having threesomes with a young man and his leashed MILF. I never told them that the leashed MILF was my mother, but I don’t think they would have minded if I had. With all of the incest porn on the internet these days, I’m sure a few of these sluts got wet at the thought of riding family cock (or grinding against some juicy incest twat).

The relationship break was good for Jenna and me. It allowed us to grow as individuals and to realize that there was no one else for us in the world that we’d rather be with for the rest of our lives (outside of family). Sometimes people have to grow apart before they can grow together. I never got to double team Mom with Dad, though his insomnia never went away, so there were times where I did get to share Mom with him, even if he slept through every damn “threesome” we had together.

Jenna found out about us when I decided I was going to ask her to marry me. Mom and I had planned the big reveal before I popped the question, and she took it better than I had expected. She took it so well that she admitted that the only man she had slept with during our break was her own father. (And it turned out that he was very good… but not as good as me.) He had never forgotten that kiss she had shared with him, and neither had Jenna.

This didn’t lead to any foursomes between our parents and us. The thought never crossed our minds–Mom, Jenna, or mine–and I had no problem with Jenna continuing her affair with her father. As far I know, up until he passed away, he always thought they were fooling around behind my back, which was probably pretty hot for him.

That didn’t mean we never had foursomes… or fivesomes. Jenna and I had twin sons who grew up in my image and a daughter as tall and slender as my mother but as athletic as Jenna. When the boys turned eighteen neither Jenna nor I had any problems with them joining in on the family fun. I suspect my mother had something to do with their discovery of our taboo activities. Our daughter was no different when she turned eighteen. We didn’t plan on what happened, not consciously, but we didn’t discourage it either. Did that make us bad parents? In the end, it didn’t turn out that way, for which I’m thankful. (We were lucky: Sex brought our family closer together instead of tearing us apart.)

My mother didn’t mind either (and not because I told her that she wasn’t allowed to mind). Mom, as a silver-foxed grandmother to a pair of twins, finally got her wish of having all three of her holes filled at the same time by real, porn-sized, flesh-and-blood, rock-hard cocks. After watching Mom, Jenna just had to have a turn as well, and our daughter couldn’t wait for her turn, the little minx. My princess always gets a thrill when it comes to extreme challenges. Maybe I’ll write about her someday.

And to think, all of this happened because my mother was worried about my future. If only all sons were so lucky and every mom so caring.

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The END