Incest/Taboo A Mother's Worry

"No, I am," Dad said, looking at his glass. "I've found that I can have four fingers of whiskey before I take my pills, and then I'll be out for ten hours straight. Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake me after that." Dad looked at his phone. "It's six now; I'll be out by eight and up by six-thirty, well-rested."

"As long as it's safe," I said.

"Between you and me," Dad said, lowering his voice, "I need the rest. I went to the gym today to work on my cardio. Your mother has been wearing me out the last couple of days."

"Ah, Dad," I said. "Why would you tell me that?"

While the words that left my mouth sounded like the response a good son might have given, on the inside, I thought, I wish we could brag about Mom to each other. Was I odd for wanting to share my mother with my dad? I had glossed over several incest stories in the last few days, and they were always about sons who stole their mothers from their fathers, but I loved my dad. What would it be like to have Mom walk around naked for us, taking her whenever we wanted, or having Mom give us blow jobs while we watched sports together? What would it be like to have Mom as our sex slave?

"Hey," Dad said, "if I have to hear about how my son is trying to have sex with his girlfriend then you can listen to me brag about my sex life."

"What if grandpa talked to you about grandma?" I pictured my grandmother, who was sixty-three or four. She belonged on any magazine with a Sexy Over Sixty cover story. My grandma had a Jayne Seymour-like appeal with a fit, older woman's body... what would it be like if we double-teamed his mother together? Oh, man, I had really become fucked up in the head.

"I'd ask him," Dad said, "'So, old man, how much Viagra do you have to take to get your willy up?'"

"Ah, man," I said, laughing. "Why do you always have to top me?"

"Because," Dad said, "I can't make these kinds of jokes at work anymore since #MeToo, though it seems to be dying out, doesn't it?"

"You were topping me before #MeToo came along," I said, heading toward the kitchen.

"Check on dinner for me, thanks."

"Stick to your four fingers tonight," I said as I walked through the shortcut hallway.

I found Mom in the kitchen, standing at the island with her back to me. She had her long hair pulled up in a swirling bun gathered at the back of her head with loose strands hanging about in a sexy, I've just-been-fucked, kind of a mess. Had my father fucked her while I was upstairs? The idea made my dick swell all over again.

Mom was wearing a thigh-length, loose-fitting dress-shirt made of blue cotton with a wide collar and long sleeves that she had folded back to her elbows and a tie belt at the waist. I knew that dress. I knew that it buttoned down the center in the front. The cotton was soft but thick enough to hide her nipples and dark enough to hide any wet spots from her lack of panties.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and said, "I think that you should show me that you're not wearing panties." Despite my calm voice, a chill ran up my spine. My dad wasn't far away, and though we had fooled around on the couch with Dad sleeping nearby, I wasn't sure if Mom would surrender herself to me with him awake in the living room.

"Where's your father?" Mom asked. She reached her right arm forward, picking up the glass of white wine sitting in front of her. She brought it to her lips and drank, helping herself to a long swallow of alcohol.

"On the couch, waiting for dinner." I licked my lips and opened and closed my fist, stretching my fingers. "Should I tell him it will be ready in ten minutes?"

"Five," Mom said. "If you tell him ten, he may come in here and try to will his food to finish faster, but if you tell him five, then it might take him ten."

"Dad," I shouted, "you got five minutes!"

"Thanks!" Dad yelled back.

"I could have done that," Mom said, tilting her head as her shoulders shook with mild laughter.

"Show me your ass," I whispered to my mother, eyeing the way her cotton shirt dress hung atop her ass, giving off faint impressions of its pear shape and curves and the crack of her ass.

"But your father...."

"I'm making you do it," I said. "You have to."

Mom set down her glass of wine. She reached back with both of her hands, grabbing the sides of her dress. The fabric bunched and twisted as her fingers pinched the cloth against her thumbs, and with a small hip shuffle, she dragged her dress up the backs of her thighs.

My hard-on grew, thickening and pushing my shorts outward, the lack of my boxer briefs allowing air to flow between my thighs and around my balls, giving me a light exposure that made me shiver. The crease between the backs of Mom's thighs came into view, then the bare flesh of her cheeks, her pussy shadowed by her butt and dress, the dimmer lighting, and the angle of my gaze. She raised her dress to the small of her back, then gathered the material and pulled it forward, tightening the hem of her skirt around her waist.

"There," Mom said, accusing me of something with resentment in her voice. "Now, what are you going to make me do?"

"Stand still and listen for Dad," I said as my heartbeat rose.

"Okay," Mom said, the sound of the TV seeming to come from a great distance away.

I walked forward, hooking my thumbs into my waistline as I did, tugging my shorts outward and downward, freeing my big dick, and hooking my shorts beneath my cum-filled balls. The kitchen's air tickled my sack and cooled my knob, providing a breezy thrill before I pressed my spongy mushroom tip against Mom's ass and slid upward through her crack, resting the underside of my shaft between her warm cheeks.

"Oh," Mom said, louder than I thought she would. "Not that away!" She tried to slide away from me, but I caught her hips and pulled her ass hard against my cock, smashing my rod between us.

"Yes, this way," I said, "listen for Dad."

"Uh," Mom grunted as I pulled my ass back and pumped my cock forward, hot-dogging her ass cheeks with the thickness of my slightly curved cock. "Turn me around"--she uttered a struggle-sounding moan as she tried to push herself away from the kitchen island--"so I can watch for your father!" She spoke softly but in a rush of words punctuated with a tremor of adrenaline.

"Listen for him," I whispered, lowering my lips to her exposed ear and then licking her behind her lobe. Mom shoved her butt hard against my cock, wiggling her hips by dancing on her toes. "Listen to the TV. He'll turn it off."

"He better," Mom whispered. "The things you make me do!"

"I'm going to make you do a lot of things, Mom." I humped my cock faster between her cheeks, my balls making little plops of sound as they battered the bottom of her butt. "Naughty things. Nasty things. Things Dad won't do to you. Things that'll make you feel like a dirty whore when you're doing them."

"Yes!" Mom hissed, her entire body shuddering and her breath shaking. She reached back and grabbed onto my hips, using the new leverage to fuck her ass against my cock with twisting motions that made my knob tingle.

I slid my lips down the back of my mother's neck and bit the curve of her shoulder, tugging on her skin as her breathing turned ragged. She let go of my right hip and brought her hands between her legs. I slid my hands around her waist, her dress resting on my forearms as I pushed my hands up her smooth stomach, over her ribs, and cupped her little-titty handfuls, her dress rising and leaving her as naked as Rebecca De Mornay's sexy nymph ass in the first fuck scene of Risky Business.

"Mmm, fuck, hurry," Mom huffed. "Hurry up and come on me!"

I held my mother's tits, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, tweaking them, twisting them, making her gasp as I ran my dick through the crack of her ass. My skin tingled, and my cock buzzed; my orgasm was so close but so far away. The idea of my dad catching me with my mother--his wife--added an adrenaline rush to my body that hollowed out my insides. Would he join me in pleasing his wife?

"Push your cock between my legs," Mom panted, her titties now slick with sweat. "Hurry, you nasty bastard."

"Fuck," I gasped in her ear, keeping my voice low. I hunched my hips, pulling my ass back, and the tip of my cock slid downward. My knob pressed into Mom's crack, parting her cheeks as it made its way to the steamy, heart-shaped gap between her legs. I found the gap and pushed forward, the top of my prick grazing my mother's smooth and juicy pussy lips. She closed her legs and lowered her right hand beneath her snatch, taking hold of my throbbing prick.

"Fuck me," Mom hissed. "Fuck your mother's thighs!"

I pumped her thigh gap fast and hard, keeping our bodies pressed together as my cock collected her slippery cunny cream. Her fingers squeezed me hard, and I was big enough for her to jerk off the upper half of my cock as the rest of me lay between her legs. Precum dripped from me, wetting Mom's hand along with her cunny-honey, making every thrust between her legs a slippery stroke that pulled on my dick's skin with pleasure-building intensity.

"Come, baby, come," Mom hissed. "Come, baby. Come in my hand. Come in Mommy's hand. Come for me, baby. Come for this pussy between my legs."

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned into the collar of her dress, using the cotton to muffle my sounds as my balls released a thick jet of hot, sticky jizz into my shaft. I hugged Mom tightly against me, her heart beating hard through her chest and tits and her legs squeezing me in a slippery hug. She held onto my knob with both hands, catching my baby batter as it splashed against her palms.

"Jerk the rest of it onto my ass," Mom said, pulling her hands from between her legs.

I pulled my cock back, my shaft softening into a semi-hard, rubbery elephant's trunk. Taking my cock by its neck with my right hand, I dragged the tip through Mom's crack, leaving strings of liquid crystal in her cleft as I jerked my shaft with my left hand. When I stepped away from her, Mom's dress fell back around her thighs. She turned around, and holding her hands cupped together, she lifted the pool of cum in her palms and lapped at it like a kitty, looking me in the eyes the entire time.

It wasn't until after my cum was in her tummy that she said, "Your father!" as her eyes went wide.

I walked around the corner, and as we had hoped, Dad had forgotten about dinner and was watching TV. "It's ready," I said and hurried to my chair, needing to hide the cum stain on the front bulge of my shorts.

After dinner, Dad had another two fingers of whiskey, along with his sleeping pill. He headed upstairs as soon as his first yawn widened his mouth. Before he left, he asked Mom, "Coming to bed? I need someone to cuddle me to sleep."

No, I thought, lengthening the word until it echoed in the distant reaches of my skull. I knew Mom could come back downstairs after Dad had fallen asleep, but I didn't want to wait.

"I'll be right there." Mom kissed him on the cheek before he went upstairs. When Dad was gone, she turned to me and said, "Does Mommy get a kiss tonight?"

We were on our couch, in our safe place. I slid to her, moving between her legs and pressing my lips to hers. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and we spent the next several minutes involved in deep, wet kisses that we punctuated with the sounds of our lips coming together and breaking apart.

"You're coming back down when Dad falls asleep," I said to Mom, pulling up her skirt and sliding my right palm down the inside of her thigh, cupping her wet folds. I slid my middle finger between her lips, making her back arch as I probed her pink depths. "I want to play with this some more." I squeezed her pussy hard.

"Mmm," Mom groaned as I rubbed her G-spot. "You know--mmm--Mark, we were always--oh--afraid of buying you"--Mom spread her knees wide and pushed her cunny onto my finger--"new fucking toys because you played with them--uh--so much. You always broke them right away." Mom closed her eyes and whimpered as I pressed my thumb down on her little, pink pearl. "Is that what you're going to do to me? Are you going to break Mommy's pussy?"

"Mom," I groaned, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, "only if your pussy deserves it." Who, but me, was lucky enough to talk to his mother this way?

"It does, baby, oh it fucking does," Mom whispered. "But right now, you have to let my pussy go. I need to tuck your father into bed."

"If you say so," I whispered. Would she fuck him? "But come back down as soon as he falls asleep."

Mom shook her head. "You've had enough for today and night, and you have to get your sleep. There's something you need to make me do tomorrow."

"Yeah?" I slipped another finger into my mother's dewy twat.

"Mmm, you little shit," Mom hissed. "Yeah. You have to make me take your big dick. Now, get off of me." I parted with my mother, but so slowly that she had to push me off.

"Come downstairs later," I said as she walked upstairs.

"No," Mom said. "You get some rest."

"I'm making you."

"No," she sounded amused.

"Then," I said, my chest swelling with new energy, "I'll come and take it from you."

Mom stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to look at me from over her left shoulder. "With your father sleeping right next to me?" She smiled that, aw, son, you're too cute for words, smile. "You wouldn't dare."

I fell back on the couch, but I knew something that Mom probably didn't think I knew. When Dad drank before taking his pill, he slept right through the night, and not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake him.

"My dad is pounding my mom hard," Jenna whispered through the phone, her voice so low that I had to strain to hear her. "Listen."

I was sitting on my bed with my shoulders hunched and my head tilted downward as if by making myself smaller, I'd be able to hear her better.

"Can you hear my mother?" Jenna asked.

"I can barely hear you," I said.

"Sorry," Jenna whispered. "I can hear her through the door. She's grunting, like those girls on Pornhub who are taking so much dick they can't think."

I laughed.

"Am I sick for thinking this is hot?" Jenna asked. "I'm so wet right now."

"No," I said, "you're not sick. It's natural. I've seen my parents have sex."

"Yeah?" Jenna's voice caught. "Tell me about it."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Maybe," she whispered, and I could picture her face, embarrassed and apologetic for getting caught, but with a, well, what did you expect, glint in her eyes.

"Are your fingers inside or outside of your panties?"

"I'm not wearing panties, but I have my fingers on my pussy from the side, through the leg hole of my shorts." Jenna moaned, using the back of her throat to create a quiet yet high-pitched whimper. "My pussy is soaked."

"It was no big deal when I saw my parents," I said. "I was walking downstairs, and my dad was on one of the side couches, passed out from his sleeping pills. Mom was on top of him, riding him, but facing away from him and me."

"Like a cowgirl," Jenna whispered. "A reverse cowgirl. Your mom is fucking sexy. I hope I'm that hot when I'm older."

"You will be." I laughed. "Your Mom is hot too."

"Shut up," Jenna whispered. "God, she's getting fucked hard right now. Baby?"

"Yeah?" I asked, my cock swelling.

"I need to put down the phone," Jenna whispered. "I need two hands for this."

"You're going to masturbate to your parents?" My knob tingled so much that I had to squeeze my crown through my shorts.

"I'm going to come to their sounds." Jenna made a frustrated noise. "But thanks to you, maybe now I'm going to end up picturing them as well. Love you, and we'll be fucking soon."

"Hey," I said, "when your father caves into us, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

"I know," Jenna whispered, her voice trembling. "And you better. Love you."

"Love you," I said.

If this had been a week earlier, I'd have begged Jenna to let me listen to her, but now I had Mom to help me alleviate the blue that Jenna put in my balls. I looked at the time on my phone. It was half an hour past eight. If Dad wasn't bullshitting me, then he should be asleep and unable to wake up for another nine and a half hours. I took a deep breath, then another. My cock grew, and my heartbeat rose as I considered going to my parents' room.

"I better wait," I mumbled as my shaft straightened out. I pushed my shorts down my legs, kicking them to the floor and giving my cock the room it needed to breathe. I was naked now. My dick always felt bigger whenever I was naked and hard, and the pressure of my clothes was no longer pressing down on my shaft, restricting my cock's freedom.

I checked the time again.

A minute had passed.

Fuck.

The next twenty-nine minutes rolled by with the momentum of a steamroller. In the past, after I had discovered porn, two hours of watching shaved pussy or thick MILF muff would have felt like a couple of minutes going by. But now, knowing that my mother was down the hallway and mine to play with as my father slept made every second of those twenty-nine minutes slide forward in super-slow motion.

Fuck.

I stood.

I paced.

I dropped onto the floor and did some push-ups, getting the blood into my muscles and making them swell. Would Mom appreciate that? I could still remember when my father was as lean as I was. Now he was slender, with long muscles, but they didn't cord his body the way mine could and did when I was hitting the gym on a schedule.

Time continued to tick down. My cock hardened, then softened, then hardened again with the slightest thought of my mother and what her reaction would be once I walked into her bedroom to take her. Worry, fear, anger, frustration--I pictured everything, and each scenario ended with Mom pretending to resist me but always giving in.

My imagination flashed to when I had caught Mom riding Dad. He hadn't woken until after he had come, and even then, he sounded out of it. He hadn't been drinking that night. Could I make Mom suck his cock while I ate her from behind? My cock swelled until it hurt as a new scenario unfolded within my mind: Mom, climbing atop Dad as she had the other night, only now she was leaning forward and taking my dick into her mouth. That scenario continued, shimmering and blending until Mom was riding Dad while facing him, and I was climbing behind her with my thick, missile-shaped knob aiming straight for her virgin asshole--

I looked at the clock with my cock in my hand.

It was nine.

I stood, walked out of my room and down the hallway. Looking toward the floor, I saw no light slipping from the crack beneath my parents' door. Was Mom asleep? Would I have to wake her? Was I pushing it? Was she really not expecting me? You wouldn't dare. She had said those words with that smile on her face, calling me cute but silly.

I stood outside of her room with my heart delivering hammer blows to my breastbone and my common sense pushing back against what had been my righteous desire during the past half-hour. My cock throbbed, and my balls tightened, warning me that it was going to be a painful night for us if I didn't get my ass in there and nut in my mother's mouth. My common sense melted, and I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Of all the scenarios I had imagined, I had not expected the one that greeted my eyes. Shades of darkness occupied ninety-nine percent of the room. A nightlight next to Mom's bed shined down upon her face, where sat the large reading glasses she only wore by lamplight. On her breasts sat a small, paperback romance novel. She looked up at me, regarding me with a flat expression as she turned to her right and set her book down with her left hand, having to reach across her body. When she rolled back to her original position, she grabbed the edge of her comforter with her left hand and swept it across her body, unveiling her nakedness to me.

"You better hope that your father doesn't wake up and find out what you've come to do to me," Mom said in a normal, conversational tone while her eyes fell upon my cock. She took her reading glasses off, setting them on the nightstand next to her book.

I cringed for a moment, but then I remembered that not even a Zeus-thrown thunderbolt could wake my father right now. Mom knew that too. She knew it better than I did. How many times had she ridden my father while he slept? What else had she done with him? Had she sucked his cock and gotten away with it?

"Your father isn't going to wake up, Mark," Mom said, louder this time.

Hell yeah, she had!

I moved forward, my cock leading the way. Mom spread her legs, and the light from her lamp gleamed across her slit. As I stopped beside her bed, I glanced at her paperback book, the title reading Mother with the Hots. It looked old.

"I ordered it off the internet," Mom said, her voice low and hungry, "along with some other classics. I shipped them overnight. Your father doesn't know about them."

"Did it make you wet?" I asked, glancing at Dad before looking at my mother in her eyes.

"Dripping wet," Mom said, reaching between her legs to bracket her pussy folds with her fingers. As I stared at her twat, Mom pulled her hands to the side, slowly opening her dewy lips to my eyes. "Find out for yourself."

I reached down for her pussy, and as I did, Mom lifted her right hand and took my cock in her fingers, just below my corona. I bit back a moan as her touch buzzed my knob with pleasure.

"You can moan," Mom said. "Your father won't wake up."

"How do you know?" I whispered--remembering what my father had said about himself.

I moved my right hand between my mother's open thighs with my fingers pressed together and my palm facing her muff. I moved forward, cupping her wet sex and parting her inner lips with my middle finger. Tender warmth and slippery softness greeted my touch, then the doughy softness of her pink insides enveloped my digit.

"Uh!" Mom moaned, exaggerating the loudness of her pleasure.

I froze and looked at my dad. He continued to sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the blankets, his eyes closed, and his expression calm beneath the darkness shrouding his body.

"See?" Mom asked, stroking my cock. "He won't wake--ooh!"

I had slid my ring finger into my mother's cunny without warning, giving her a little payback for scaring me. I held her pussy bowling-ball style, and she turned her hips in small circles, rolling her pussy against my digits.

"Baby," Mom whispered, squeezing my cock hard. "Mommy likes that." She licked her lips as she jerked me down to my balls. "You can be rough with me if that's how you want to take me."

"Mom," I moaned as she continued to slide her fingers around my cock. I curled my fingers within her channel, rubbing her G-stop with every withdrawal, then corkscrewing them back into her creamy cunny channel with each inward stroke. After a few thrusts into her clam, I pressed my thumb against her pink nub, forcing a hiss from her lungs as she pumped her pussy onto my fingers.

"Come closer," Mom said. "Put your dick in my mouth."

She tugged on my junk, and I stepped closer to the headboard, stopping against her nightstand. Mom scooted down the bed, still holding my dick, her pussy taking my fingers to their last knuckles. I moaned as her breath washed over my knob. We had to bend a little, but Mom's lips found my crown, pressing against my hot flesh and opening wide so her tongue could lick my piss slit.

I shivered, whispering with a tremor in my voice, "Mom, do we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmm," Mom moaned, taking my cock into her mouth. Her cheeks widened, and her tongue swished around the underside of my glans, circling my corona. She pulled her lips from my cockhead and licked the left side of my shaft down to my balls.

"Do we, Mom?"

Mom took my sack into her mouth, creating a tingling sensation in my balls that exploded through my body. I pressed harder on her clit, her little, squishy button rolling in the wetness between her upper pussy lips. Mom licked the right side of my shaft, not stopping until she held the bottom of my mushroom tip on the surface of her tongue.

"I thought you were here to take me," Mom said, her voice thick and muffled due to my cock resting on her tongue.

"Dad won't wake up?"

"He won't," Mom said with her tongue full of dick meat and her fingers still around my prick's shaft. I looked her in the eyes. Mom slowly jerked my cock, her emerald greens burning with a sensual intensity.

Groaning as Mom tried to take my cock into her mouth, I pulled my hips back as I slid my right arm under her knees. Mom chased my meat, sputtering when I managed to pop my knob from between her lips and push my left arm under her shoulders. With a shaky breath, I lifted her naked body from the bed, turned toward her bedroom door, and walked forward, leaving my father alone in his bed so that I could lose my virginity to my mother.

Our First Time

I carried Mom to my room with my cock bobbing beneath her. She stared up at me as my heartbeat rose, and my cheeks turned red, the heat drifting into my neck and chest. Mom pressed her palm over my heart, a soft smile that was all too motherly appeared on her face. She rubbed my chest with back and forth strokes, her touch easing my heartbeat back to a crawl. I hadn't closed my door, and as I carried my mother over the threshold, I used the heel of my left foot to swing my door shut. The clicking of the bolt into the lock sounded so loud and final that Mom glanced over my shoulder to look at my door. I continued to my bed, climbing onto my mattress with my knees and laying my mother down in the center, her head coming to rest on my biggest pillow and her legs spreading as I leaned back to look at her.

"I'm wet," Mom whispered, "but you should warm me up some more. It's going to take a lot of cream to take your cock." She reached out and brushed my cock with her left hand, forcing a tremor through my body. "You have about an inch and a half on your father, and you're thicker." Mom licked my lips. "You have a big dick."

"That's what every son wants to hear from his mother," I said, unable to hide the smile on my face.

Saying that may have sounded silly in any other situation, but Mom said, "It's what every mother hopes to say to her son."

I looked upon my mother, admiring her slender body and her little handfuls and their pinkish nipples, hard and long, with somewhat puffy areolas. Her stomach lay long and smooth, the hint of twin muscles running down its length to her mound, where her thick landing strip matched the color of her flaxen, sunlight hair. I reached out and brushed her pubes, their silkiness making my cock bob, and then I looked below, where the rest of her sex lay hairless, wet and small and flushed pink with her desire for me--her son--and my cock.

"Don't you want it, baby?" Mom asked, spreading her legs for me and tightening the muscles of her ass, pushing her cunny upward. "Don't you want your mother's pussy? Don't you want Mommy's little pink hole?"

Groaning deep in my throat as my vocal cords tried to give voice to my desire, I slid between my mother's thighs, my balls touching her skin as I crossed over her right leg. I lay down, bracing myself on my elbows and staring into that soft, vertical smile between her thighs. Her inner lips lay pressed together, each a perfect mirror of the other and hidden within the narrow, pointed oval curve of her outer folds--a mandorla shape, as the Christians called it. I released a long sigh as I lowered my nose to my mother's muff, the tip touching her clit as I inhaled and filled my lungs with the sweet, floral scent of her maternal desire.

My tongue came out, licking low and pushing through the tenderness of my mother's cleft. Dewy wetness greeted me as her soft shell opened, the heat warming me down to my toes. I opened my mouth wider, tilting my head sideways and kissing her meaty lips, then sucking them into my mouth and pulling my head back as I did, taking her clam with me.

"Uh," Mom moaned, lifting her hips as I pinched her clit between her upper cunny lips. I let her go, then I took her folds within my grasp, squeezing and puffing out her smooth lips, trapping her pearl between her outer labia and giving her a tight squeeze. "Oh, yeah, baby."

I tugged on Mom's pussy, moving her cunny meat around while her glistening cream dripped from her slit, wetting her perineum and the pink divot of her asshole. More of her nectar dripped onto my bedspread, darkening the white fabric and branding her pussy's perfume into my sheets. After playing with her pussy for a little while longer, I released her muff meat, opened my mouth, and closed my lips over the curve of her mound, capturing her pleasure-nub and the hood above.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom whined from her throat, her hips turning in small circles as she tried to guide her twat into my mouth.

I flicked her clit up and down, polishing her jewel as I brought my right hand forward, extending my fingers as I did, and slipping the tips along her opening. I feathered Mom's petals apart, folding them to sides and revealing her inner pinkness where her hole and walls were smooth and shiny. They reminded me of soft sherbet or smooth yogurt, delicious deserts that would melt when eaten.

"Ooh," Mom moaned as I pushed my middle finger into her hole. I rotated my finger upward, then down, to the right and then left, closing my eyes as Mom's pussy walls sucked on my digit, her muscles clamping around my flesh, making my dick throb and my balls ache. I slid my forefinger deep into her snatch, her walls tightening further as the new thickness filled her twat. "Oh, fuck, yeah, lick that clit, baby. Lick Mommy's clit while you finger me."

I moaned against her pussy, working her jewel faster. I moved my left hand up onto her mound, my fingers pointing to the right with my thumb slipping downward, massaging the meaty tube of flesh protecting her pearl. Every downward slide against her hood popped her clitty farther outward. Every time I swirled my tongue around her swollen jewel, Mom bucked her hips, fucking her pussy hard against my face.

When I drew my mouth back and slipped my thumb onto her clit, turning my head to kiss the inside of her damp thigh, tremors ran through her body. Her pussy channel tightened, her walls quivered, and her pussy produced a thick, creamy honey that made it easier for me to fuck her tight, little muff, despite her tightness.

"Mark, baby, Mark," Mom whimpered, closing her thighs and putting her hamstrings on my shoulders. I fingered her faster, thumbed her nub harder, my pinky finger slipping down to her asshole and tickling her rosebud. "I'm gonna come, baby! Fuck! Mommy's gonna--come!"

Mom's entire body tensed. She arched her back, lifting her ass from the bed and driving my fingers deep into her snatch. The heat within her bloomed, searing my fingers and drenching my digits in honey. Her nectar spilled from her, covering my face, wetting my tongue, giving me a deeper taste of her flavor than I had ever had before. I lapped up her cream, licking her like a dog, leaving her wet with spit yet clean of her incestuous juices.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," I moaned as I drank her sweet syrup.

Mom continued to whimper her pleasure, and she whined as a second round of bliss tortured her shaking body. Minutes seemed to pass before her muscles loosened and her ass lowered to the bed. My comforter was now wet with her juices and sweat, the smell of her pussy thicker than before, hotter, filling my nostrils with its cock-teasing scents that urged me to bury my bone as far into her pussy as possible.

"The things you make me do, baby," Mom whispered, running her hands through my hair. Her fingers curled, finding a grip in my strands, and she pulled upward. "You made me cum so much. What are you gonna make your mommy do next?"

I moaned, my heartbeat jumping every time she said the word, Mommy. I wasn't going to say that word, it was too odd for a grown man to say it, but when Mom said it, she made my balls tingle.

"I'm going to make you take my dick," I whispered. "Your son's dick."

Mom smiled, her eyes narrowing as clouds of pink swirled to life across her regal features.

"Then make me take it," Mom whispered, "since I have no choice."

"No choice," I whispered.

"None," Mom said, barely shaking her head, making it sound like a question.

"None."

I moved up my mother's body, kissing her pubic hair, kissing her waist, licking my way to her navel, the touch of my tongue making her suck in her stomach as I continued upward. I caressed her breasts as I licked each of her long nipples, sucking them into my mouth while coning her breasts and forcing more of her tit flesh beyond my lips.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom moaned with deepening degrees of sensuality. She purred when I kissed her throat, and she sighed as I kissed the line of her jaw and nibbled her ear lobes, and she chased my mouth when I finally held my face above hers. "I can feel the heat of your cock against my pussy lips."

"Mom," I moaned, "you have a dirty mouth."

Mom nodded her head, her eyes sparkling as she said, "And you make me use it."

"I have to," I whispered, "if you want me to stay away from Jenna."

"Oh," Mom said, smiling, "right." She reached down between our bodies, rubbing her pussy once, her fingers sawing through her wet lips, and then she took my dick in an overhand grip and lubed my meat with her slippery juices. "Are you going to make me guide you into me? Are you ready to come home, Mark?"

I had a lot to learn about talking dirty, but I nodded to let my mother know I was ready to come home. Mom pulled me forward, her grip beneath my corona, and without having to look, she fit my knob to the steamy lips of her pussy.

"Push forward," Mom said in a throaty whisper. "Put your cock inside me."

I did as my mother told me to do. Her pussy lips kissed the tip of my glans, and then they spread apart, taking their time to unravel before rolling over my spongy crown. Heat misted my knob, followed by the sticky wetness of my mother's inside. A tingling sensation raced through my tip and down my shaft, swirling around my balls and tightening my asshole. Mom's slick pussyhole fought my girth, then spread, sliding over me with a wet, velvety grip that tugged at my skin while massaging me at the same time, sending tremors of pleasure throughout my body.

"Uh," Mom grunted heavily when my glans opened her hole and sank into her pussy. "That's a thick head, baby." Mom closed her eyes and lips and released a deep, guttural sound from her throat. "Ease yourself into me. Mmm, that's it. That's it. Work that hot dick into me nice and slow--ooh--back and forth, feed this pussy your fuck meat--ah--a little at a time, baby. Mmm, yeah, there you go."

Mom still hadn't let go of my dick. As I pushed into her, her insides fought me, the strain of her tightness forcing a wet friction across every inch of my cock. Mom would stop me, push me backward, then pull me forward, allowing me to open her twat with another inch of my cock when she was ready to take more of my salami. Her face tightened, her lips pressed together, and with every inward thrust, she would exhale a quiet moan, followed by a sigh of relief whenever I pulled my cock from her silky chamber.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, straining not to plunge my cock into her as hard as I could.

"Does it look like I'm in pain?" Mom asked, her voice trembling. "It's beautiful-agony, son. It only looks--ooh, baby--like it hurts, which is why your dick is so--mmm--fucking hard right now."

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy the pornos where the woman was struggling to take the dick, but I spoke the truth when I said, "Everything about you makes me hard, Mom."

"So you don't want to pound your cock into me and find out how loud you can make me whimper as I struggle against your big dick?"

My cheeks warmed, turning red.

"How does this pussy feel?" Mom asked when half of my cock was inside of her. She still had her hand on my shaft, jerking me and pulling the skin trapped within her cunny tight against my knob. "I can feel you throbbing inside of me."

"Your pussy feels like heaven," I said, clenching my jaw as Mom's inner muscles rippled along my shaft. It was as if I had dipped my cock into the softest, creamiest, and tightest channel of flesh in the world. My hardness fought her cunny tunnel, seeking to straighten her out while her narrow passage tried to bend my cock to its contours. Mom's snatch wrestled with my prick, setting my nerve-endings afire with pleasure that was about to cause my balls to erupt in ecstasy. "I'm trying not to come."

"It's okay if you come," Mom said, smiling at me as if I were her baby boy seeking encouragement. "Go ahead, Mark, come in Mommy's cunt."

"Not yet," I hissed, shaking my head. "I want this to last."

"What's the matter," Mom whispered, her tone sexy and sly, "is your cum too good for Mommy's hot, little pussyhole?"

I groaned, whispering, "I just don't want to come yet."

Mom stroked the half of my cock that wasn't resting inside of the oven between her thighs. Soaked in pussy juice as it was, Mom's hand slid over my shaft with a slick ease as she whispered, "It's okay to come in Mommy's pussy. It's okay to fill Mommy with cum." Mom squeezed my cock with her fingers and pussy muscles. "My pussy can take it, baby. It's okay." Mom bit her lower lip, her face pouting in the sexiest of helpless ways. "And a good son should be able to stay hard for his mommy's pussy after he fills it with his jizz."

I moaned, the sound shaking and trembling as my mother slid her hand up my shaft to her pussy lips, then back down, reversing her grip to an underhanded caress. When she reached my sack, her fingers continued to slide over my honey-covered flesh, cupping my balls and holding my sensitive testes in her palm. Mom whispered, "Mark, I'm not on birth control," as the buzzing within my sack exploded outward.

"Oh, fuck!" I whimpered as my nuts released a tidal wave of pleasure that stiffened my entire body. My insides exploded in ecstasy, the rays of bliss escaping through my skin as my entire existence shattered in joy.

Mom continued holding my nuts--something mothers aren't supposed to do--her fingers working my balls and sack, coaxing my cream through my swelling shaft and into her unprotected purse.

"Give it to me," Mom whispered. "Give Mommy all of that good-boy cream."

"Jesus, fuck, Mom," I moaned, resting my weight on her slender body and pressing my chest into her tits. My hips moved forward, and the rest of my dick filled up her twat as my jizz lubed her walls. The length and thickness of my cock made her eyes widen as she took all of my size for the first time.

"Jesus," Mom whimpered. "Stay hard for Mommy, Mark. Ooh, fuck, stay hard for me." She continued caressing my balls as she whispered her dirty words. "Stay hard for this pussy. This is naughty, family pussy you're fucking. That's it; stay hard, oh, fuck, I can feel you getting harder for me. Mmm, fuck, that's right, baby--mmm, god damn, you're in my guts. Give me what I need. I knew--mmm--my son could stay hard for his mommy's pussy. Keep this big dick hard for me so you can make another mess in my fuckhole."

Keeping hard wasn't the problem, but every time I moved, or my cock twitched, or my mother's pussy walls kissed my knob, my hypersensitive glans wanted to scream and drop another load into my mother's soaking wet snatch.

Mom released my balls, and a long sigh escaped my lips. Her hands slid to my sides, where she grabbed my muscles just above my waistline and pulled me into her. She spread her knees, placed the soles of her feet on the outsides of my legs, and rowed her pussy down my cock, then up it, her walls sucking at me with a tight, silk-wrapped rubbery friction.​