Incest/Taboo A Mother's Worry

Pink's Playground had a downstairs pornography shop full of DVDs, sex toys, and everything you could buy on the internet, but without the overnight delivery. How many boyfriends had brought their girlfriends down here after a night of titty watching? What nasty things did those girls buy afterward? What was Mom going to buy?

"Mom," I said, keeping my voice low as I looked at the big-titted MILF behind the checkout counter. "What do you need to buy from here?"

"There's something that I've always wanted to do, but it takes at least two cocks to do it," Mom said, walking to the far end of the shop where a wall made of dildos stood. Mom looked sideways at me and gave me a silly smile. "And your father's princess would never be allowed to own a dildo."

I laughed, but then a thought hit me, and I said, "Does Dad make you do things?"

"Yes, he does," Mom said. "Your father makes me stand on a pedestal when all I want to do is lick his asshole."

I tripped, the ground seeming to have grown an extra foot in height, and I almost fell on my face.

Mom laughed as her eyes scanned the wall. She took small steps, stopping to touch a box here, read a description there, or give a particularly big dick a visual once over.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"That night you cried," I said, "why'd you cry? This seems so natural to you."

Mom exhaled, her lips forming into a reflective smile. "I cried because I'm a mother."

I waited for more, but that's all she said. I reflected on those words until I understood what they had meant. I grabbed my mother's left hand with my right, and I squeezed her palm with a son's love. Mom turned her head, smiled at me, and squeezed my hand as well. Then she went back to the wall, her eyes all business once again.

Though Mom considered all of her options, her focus continually returned to the suction-cupped dildos. She went back to them, stopped, and looked over the phallic variations. Her eyes drifted to me, then back to the cocks, and then back to me, and then back to the cocks.

"How big do you think you are?" Mom asked.

I knew how big I was, and when I told her, Mom said, "Liar."

"I'm serious," I said.

Mom looked at me again, biting her lower lip and swinging her shoulders. "Since I'm your mother, I had to show no fear, but your dick did scare me a little."

Heat filled my cheeks, and a solid bar of warmth flowed into my shaft.

"We need a cock almost as big as yours," Mom said, "that we can stick to surface tops. I want to be able to suck something while getting fucked, and I want to be able to fuck something while I'm sucking you." She squeezed my hand again as her eyes had focused on a long, thick, and curved cock that looked about an inch shorter than mine. "I just want an extra prick to play with."

The image of Mom riding my father's cock while he slept came back to me, and I said, "Do you think Dad would wake up if you blew him while I fucked you?"

Mom's smile turned into a pucker, and her eyes widened, her brows rising, and she turned to look at me with an ooh, that sounds interesting expression on her face.

"We're still buying a dildo," Mom said before lowering her voice and adding, "but we're going to have to find out about your father, you dirty fucking bastard."

My cock spat up a wad of creamy precum as my mother gave me a sexually charged glare. She grabbed the suction cup dildo that she had been eyeing and walked us toward the checkout counter, pulling me by the hand.

The big-titted MILF rang us up, saying, "Aren't you the lucky one," to me. "Where'd you find this cutie, cougar?"

"I found him trying to get into my pants," Mom said, and the two shared a laugh as if they were old friends.

"Aren't they all?" Big Tits asked.

Mom looked at me and asked, "Did the drive-through really turn you on?"

"Yeah," I said, still remembering the shock in the attendant's eyes.

Mom turned back to Big Tits. "I read about this place on the forum FillMeUp, and I'd like to play with my new toy on-site, in the Buyer's Showroom." Mom made a silly face. "That's a real thing, right?"

"You're a kinky one," Big Tits said. "It's real. Follow me."

"Mah," I said, then changed what I was about to say to "Deborah," which was my mother's real name.

"Mark," Mom said, pulling me along as she followed Big Tits down a hallway. "Keep calling me, 'Mom.' The watchers will get a kick out of it."

"The watchers?"

"Some watchers," Big Tits said. "It's a bit early, but you'll get a few granddads to drop a few loads this afternoon."

Mom laughed, yet her cheeks swirled with red, matching the heat that bloomed across mine. Could I do what I think we were going to do?

"My boy here is going to watch his Momma," Mom said. "The website said you'd provide me with a mask."

"I'll take care of you." Big Tits stopped in front of a door, turning and winking at Mom. "Don't you worry, Momma."

We walked down a dark hallway with red baseboard lighting. Bit Tits opened one of the doors within the wall for me, saying, "Have fun, young man," as she gestured for me to step inside the room. "There's an intercom in there if you want to order a stripper." I looked at Mom, who motioned with an all-to motherly, get your butt moving, mister, sideways head-tilt. I gave my mother one last look before stepping inside a large room that smelled of sweat, pussy, sex, and cum.

Within the room, six black cushioned chairs fanned outward in a half-circle in front of a glass wall set within a frame of white fluorescent tubing. Three older men sat in the chairs, the two in chairs five and six had a naked stripper on their lap, each with a shaved pussy and palm-sized tits. The blonde and brunette strippers look about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they had the hard, bendable bodies of life-long ballerinas. The last man sat in chair number one with his pants undone and his cock out, stroking it with a lazy motion, and I looked away the moment I realized what he was doing.

I had stopped walking right inside the doorway, its lock driving home with a thunderbolt-like click that rattled my spine. Behind the glass wall to my right, a single stripper danced in a bright room whose lighting didn't shine into our room. She had a thicker body than the two girls in my room, with bigger tits and a small, black landing strip splitting her olive-toned muff. Behind her, the room had a single stripper's pole that she wasn't using as she stood sideways to us, her body curving like a snake's as she danced up and down.

No one said a word to me. The men didn't look at me. The strippers did, and I could see in their faces that they'd rather dance for me than the other two guys-- who had their fucking dicks out! I hurried to chair number three, my cock softening, and I sat and tried to hide my head behind the short wings of the recliner. Even with that precaution, I could still see chair number six and the blonde stripper dancing for her customer under the soft glow of electric sex.

A seamless white door opened in the back wall of the room behind the glass. Big Tits stuck her head in, saying, "We got a showgirl who wants the stage." The words came through a speaker in the walls. The men around me perked up; the man in chair number one gave his old cock several harder strokes to straighten out his pecker. I didn't look, but it was impossible not to notice his motions from the peripherals of my vision, sitting at the center of the crescent as I was.

The thick stripper left the room, and after a moment, Mom walked into the room. She was wearing nothing but a leather black bunny mask that left her lips, jaw, and the back of her head bare but covered her face from her nose to her hairline. My cock pushed hard against my jeans, forgetting all about the bums on either side of me.

Mom's body shined beneath the room's lights as though she had lathered her golden skin in a thin layer of oil. Her tan stood out darkly against her sunlight hair. I heard a pair of groans to my left and the smacking of a hand jerking a cock to my right. Mom's pubes lay matted to her mound. Definitely oiled, I thought as Mom turned her head from left to right, casting her eyes over our room.

"Can she see us?" I asked the strippers to my left, leaning forward so that I could look at them.

"No," the guy to my right said. "The view is one way, and that's one hot slut. Look at that fucking body."

"I wasn't asking you," I said.

He flinched, but his words and their meaning--the effect my mother had had on him and the two guys to my left, even the strippers--warmed my skin and sent a buzz of pride radiating outward from my chest that swelled my entire being. "That hot slut came here with me." A chill ran through me. "That hot slut is mine."

My mind blanked for a moment, and all I could hear was the echo of my statement, the words bringing an ache to my balls. That hot slut is mine. That hot slut was my mother, and she was mine. Why had I said that aloud? Why wasn't I punching the guy who called my mother a hot slut in the face? I groaned as I put my right hand on my cock, thinking, He wants what I have.

"Lucky you," the man to my right said, stroking himself harder as he focused on my mother and the way she stood, with her legs slightly parted and the crease of her muff pressed together, glistening with oil.

Mom is insane, I thought, my inner voice distant with a tremor of laughter running beneath it. Note to self: If your wife wants to get freaky in the bedroom, let her! Mom lifted her flesh-colored dildo to her mouth and turned sideways to us. Her little ass curved outward, not as much as Jenna's, but it wasn't flat, either. Mom had a tight tennis Mom's butt, and for a moment, I wished that she had kept her skirt on until she brought her dildo to her mouth and pushed the mushroom tip between her lips, which forced every thought I was about to have from my mind.

My mother didn't scarf the dick down like a slut; she dined on that fake cock like a queen. Her lips widened but stayed glued to the silicone as it disappeared into her mouth. She pushed it inward, and she pulled it outward, her new cock coming out wet and shiny, then going back in further than before, then coming out, then in--more of the cock disappearing, reaching the halfway point beyond her lips. Her cheeks puffed out, and she blew out a wad of air and spit, gagged, pulled out, and pushed back in, her tits shaking and her ass cheeks jiggling.

"Fuck me, this slut is beautiful," the man to my right said.

I didn't look at him, but inside... inside, my heart swelled with pride. Where was my anger? (I had some anger, but it wasn't pure anger.) Where was my need to punch this guy right in his throat? (I wanted to fuck my mom while he watched--I wanted him to wish he was me.) His voice held longing and desire and a distant tremor that sounded like regret that he'd never get to touch my mother, or any woman like her, in his life.

You like being envied, dickhead, my cock whispered to me. Your mom is yours. Take pride in her. Stroke your ego, then stroke me.

My dick was one-hundred-percent correct.

I rubbed myself through my jeans as Mom tilted her head back, gagged again, sputtered, spit, and pulled the cock from her mouth. After gasping, she looked at the mirror, her eyes seeming to find me, and she took the cock down again. Her throat must have opened because she didn't gag as it slid into her mouth past the halfway point, her lips stretching as far as they could, like when she tried to take my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck me," someone to my left whispered.

Mom's breasts heaved, and she shook her head and wiggled her dildo, trying to force more down her throat. After a long minute, or two, she pulled it out and gagged again, coughing up thick wads of spit that dripped down her chin and onto her perfect, smallish tits.

"She's a cocksucker," the Right Guy said. "A tasty treat born to eat meat."

I looked at him. I wasn't mad, but I was ready to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he wasn't talking to me, not by the way he stared straight ahead as he stroked himself. His eyes were huge, and his voice was full of resonating awe. I left him alone and turned my eyes back to my mother and the gritty, pornographically surreal reality that surrounded us.

Mom dropped to her knees and stuck the cock against the glass just a little below her mouth. Again, I swore that she looked right at me as if she knew where I was sitting. I had my hand on my pants, over my rock-hard cock, and my solid bar of dick-steel wanted to tear through my jeans for a breath of fresh air. My left hand went straight to my belt, but I curled my fingers into a fist, holding myself still. Mom, though, was anything but still.

Her store-bought cock had realistic balls, and she cupped them the way she cupped mine, her fingers dancing over its sack and making my own nut-bag tingle. As she wrapped her lips over her dildo's knob, she jerked off the shaft, gathering her spit, then dropping her hand down to her bald pussy lips where her meaty cunny folds were soft and tender, hanging between her thighs in two fat, mouthwatering crescents. She was kneeling with her knees spread, and the dark creased between her pouty lips dripped with her juices and spit, and every time her fingers found her clit, her entire body shuddered with small, pleasure-filled quakes.

"Ride me harder, Candy," a guy to the left said.

"Sure thing, Gramps," she said.

I turned my eyes to the left, expecting to see fucking, but the girls were only rubbing their naked asses against both men's laps, trapping their cocks between their cheeks and the john's stomachs. Everyone was watching my mother, and the strippers didn't seem to notice how these old fucks cupped their little titties and pulled on their nipples. The only sign that the girls felt anything was the slight tightening of their faces and their soft gasps as the old guys tweaked their nipples hard.

Mom drew my attention again; her sloppy moans and wet fuck sounds were coming through the room's speakers with new, cock-buzzing nastiness. She had squeezed her tits together, and now she was holding the silicone dick between them, fucking the cock as she dribbled saliva onto her chest. Her skin glistened with oil and spit as the light reflected off the semi-white liquid making a mess on her body. After several minutes of itty-bitty-titty fucking, Mom stood and readjusted the cock against the glass, then she turned around and bent over at the waist, backing her pussy up toward the cock and its long banana curve.

I groaned and stood, walking toward the glass wall. I stopped close enough to look down at my mother's ass, now in a heart shape, as she bent over at the waist. Her cheeks curved outward and around, then down into her thighs, her crack was visible, and so was everything between, including her little, tan-colored pucker. My eyes dropped lower, where her pussy-swells puffed out against her thighs. Her outer folds were in a narrow oval shape, protecting the straight line of her inner crease. My left hand opened, my fingers grabbing onto my belt, the buckle snapping open as I tore at my clothes.

"Hey, wait, hey!" one of the strippers said, and then she was a step to my left, her john pushing her against the glass wall as he rubbed his cock across her buns. "Wait, damn it! Wait."

Mom's pussy touched the tip of the missile-shaped knob, so much like mine, but smaller in every way, except for its curve. The dildo pushed Mom's soft lips inward, her pussy collapsing and then widening to the sides, her slit turning into a pink circle as she eased her twat-hole over the oil-slick dildo stuck to the wall.

"Oh, yeah," Mom moaned as the dick stretched her slot open.

"No," the stripper next to me whined, followed by a low and angry, "uh," as a cock broke its way into her prepaid muff. "You have to--uh--pay me--uh--first!"

"Yeah," Gramps said, sighing and slapping the stripper's small ass, his enthusiasm met with curses and whimpers.

My right hand joined my left, reaching into my pants and fishing out my iron-hard pole as my left hand pushed the waistline of my boxer briefs down below my nuts. I placed my left hand on the glass, spread my legs, and stroked my cock as my mother fed her muff to her brand new dildo.

"Uh, fuck, uh," Mom moaned as she took the cock halfway up her snatch, keeping her legs tightly together, her juice-box swelling and making her blonde clam as snug as possible. "Mmm, yeah, mmm, Mark, baby, fuck."

"My name's Jim," the cock-stroker to the right of me said, standing a few feet from me. "C'mon, say my name. It's Jim. Say Jim for me."

My heart surged with new energy. Did I want to punch this guy? Did I want to fuck Mom in front of him? Was this a strange dream that I'd later jerk off to, then wish I'd never had, then jerk off to it again?

"Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, oh!" the stripper next to me whimpered as her hands slid up and down the wall as the old guy fucked her young pussy hard.

Somewhere behind us, the other stripper groaned as one of her holes found itself stuffed with thick man-meat.

I stroked my dick faster, forgetting about the voyeurs and exhibitionists next to me. I stared down at my mother's ass, her tight pucker, and her vertical smile as it gobbled down a healthy dose of fuck-stick. My balls swelled as I stroked my cock, flinging precum onto the glass, encouraged by Mom's pleasure-filled cries as she fucked her pussy all the way back to the glass wall. The backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks flattened, spreading out, and when she pulled her pussy off the dildo, I saw that her sweet nectar had stained the glass.

This continued for several minutes until Mom reached back with her left hand and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it to the side. Her asshole and pussy lips stretched, and her right hand dipped between her legs from the front. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed the little nub in wide circles. Mom's whimpers picked up, and her pussy turned creamy around the cock buried within her slippery muff.

My balls tingled.

The guy still sitting in the chair moaned, shouting, "Fuck, I'm coming!" as the guy next to me shot his load against the glass wall. I kept stroking my dick, watching Mom, and holding back my rising cum. The guy force-fucking the other stripper jizzed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard as he drove his dick into her muff with a skin-slapping thrust. He let her go, and she sank to her knees, breathing hard as the old man's sperm leaked out of her.

Mom's whimpers reached a new pitch, and she came hard, pressing her pussy down the cock and grinding her butt against the glass. A tremor shook my entire body. My thighs swelled, flexing and tensing, and I rose onto my toes, aiming my cock at Mom's back as I splattered the wall with my jizz. Mom continued whimpering, her knees bending and straightening, her hands on her thighs, her pussy twisting the cock as she ground her insides against the silicone.

She eventually slid off the dildo, its long body covered in my mother's cum as it wobbled side to side after her dismount. Mom fell onto her hands and knees, her pussy staring at me, its pinkness revealed and glistening with her juices. She breathed hard for a while before looking over her shoulder at me and said, "We got to go, Son, lunch is waiting."

(I still don't know how my mother's eyes kept finding me through the one-way glass.)

"Oh, fuck," the man to the right said. "She really is your slut."

I stepped back, wearing a smile that was all ego as I put my dick away. Gramps grabbed his stripper's blonde hair and pushed her face toward my cum. She frowned, scrunching her face as he rubbed her cheek into my seed, followed by her mouth and lips as he said, "Lick it up, Angie. I'm paying you for this."

I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn't have to jerk off.

Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, "I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn't stop myself, baby. I couldn't stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?"

By the time we returned home, I was ready to fuck again.

A Wild Family Night

Once home, I said, "Mom, take off everything but your skirt and tennis shoes."

"I have to work," Mom pouted, but a burning light ignited in her eyes, and a drawn-out, sensual mask took over her features--defiant yet daring. "And our lunch is cold."

"Take them off."

"Make me, you little bastard," Mom whispered with a tremor in her voice.

A chill ran through me the moment I heard the word bastard, and my poor, overworked cock started to rise like the champion that it was.

I dropped our to-go bag on the floor and walked toward my mother. Her lower lip trembled, then she turned and ran, dropping her black-bagged dildo on the floor. I caught her at the stairs, pushing her front side against the banister as I reached under her skirt. She fought me, but with little resistance, a slight push, a movement of her hips, but never trying to overpower me. She let me break down her struggle with bully-like persistence.

I held my mother around her waist with my left arm, my hand sliding under her shirt, then rising upward. I exposed her smooth stomach as I took her smallish, right tit in my palm and squeezed her flesh hard.

"Uh," Mom grunted, sounding angry, though she pushed her ass against my dick, grinding her butt in a circle against me.

That's one hot slut, I heard that scumbag's voice from the strip club running through my skull.

That hot slut is mine, is how I had answered him, and just like when I had first said it, my heartbeat sped up as my blood warmed and heat rippled to the surface of my skin. I slid my right hand under Mom's short, slutty tennis skirt, up the back of her right thigh to her naked ass cheek. I squeezed her firm crescent while lowering my mouth to her ear and breathing hard. Mom panted, breathing just as hard as I was. I moved my fingers to the side, digging her G-string out of her ass crack and tickling her asshole at the same time.

"Ooh," Mom whimpered, shuddering.

I closed my fingers around her floss-like G-string and the waistband at the top of her butt. Mom's body moved snake-like against me as I said, "Some pervert who watched you fuck yourself called you a hot slut." Mom shivered as my words caressed her ear. "I said you were my hot slut."

"Mark," Mom whined.

"Are you my hot slut, Mom, or do I have to make you my hot slut?"

"Make me your slut," Mom gasped, her voice shaking with excitement. "Show your mother you own this pussy!"

I growled in Mom's ear, taking her lobe between my teeth as I yanked hard on the triangular of string holding her panties together above her butt.

"Uh!" Mom grunted as the front of her panties tightened against her.

Resistance met my savage pull, lifting Mom's hips upward until she stood on her toes, and then it was gone as her panties snapped in several places. "Yes!" Mom gasped as her G-string fell between her legs, and her waistband ripped in two, retreating to the front of her crotch. I tossed what was left of her panties behind me. I went for my pants and wrestled my cock from its cage as Mom's slutty micro-string fell onto the steps below us.

My cock sprang free, still a little wet from Mom's cummy juices that had melted from the heat beneath my jeans. I had never fucked my mother from behind before, and my heart swelled, thinking that the first time I was going to bend my mother over was when she had asked me to make her my slut.

Mom's pussy lips kissed my knob, and her hot wetness filled my spongy tip with heat. Her soft folds pushed inward, the snug line of her slit spreading over my glans, and then her inner tightness fought me, engulfed me, and finally took my prick into her cream-filled tunnel.

"Oh, yeah," I groaned as her pussy walls clenched my shaft, sucking on my pole and creating a slippery, velvet-like friction that tingled my glans. "That's my pussy, Mom. Mine."

"Uh-huh," Mom moaned in a shaky voice. She raised her right leg to a higher step, opening her cunny to me, her lips spreading and leaving trails of honey around my swollen sausage. "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me!"

I buried my bone as deep as I could in Mom's sopping wet furrow, spreading pussy meat and opening her body to her very soul. My knob hit the back of her, ground against something soft and wet and all too comfy. I pulled out, her lips chasing my shaft until I rammed my cock back into her cunt, driving the breath from her lungs.

Groans and grunts followed. "Uh, ah, uh, oh, uh, mmm, umm, ah, ah-fuck-shit-oh--oh, god!" We gasped in harmony with the naughty, wet squishy sounds my cock made as it churned her incestuous pussy cream into butter. Mom struggled again, her hands pulling at the rail, and after pulling out too far because I wanted to hammer her cunny hard, Mom escaped my cock and fell to the stairs. She crawled upward as I slipped back and down a step, catching myself as my eyes fell on the black bag hiding her dildo. I ran down the stairs with my cock bobbing, grabbed the bag, and turned back to Mom, who was still crawling up the stairs.

"Fuck," I growled as I chased her, shucking my clothes and getting naked, taking her dildo out and holding its floppy silicone body in my hand.

Mom looked over her right shoulder, her eyes widening as she saw me, her naked son, marching toward her with a raging cock between his legs and another one in his hand. Mom doubled her efforts, her tennis skirts flopping up and down, giving me a peep show of her ass cheeks and asshole, the pink line of her clam dripping with juice. I reached her as her upper body hit the second-floor landing, but her knees were still two steps below the second floor.

Catching my mother, I wrapped my right arm around her waist and held her still, the dildo against her skin. Lining my cock up to her muff with my left hand, I pushed into her hole, her twat tunnel gripping me hard as I forced her pussy muscles to stretch and her channel to expand.

"God damn," Mom grunted. Her voice sounded low and stressed as I filled her core with cock. "So fucking deep, baby."

I pumped her pretty pussy several times, feeding her my sausage as her little oven-baked my flesh. Mom fucked me back, tried to run, then fucked me back again as I grabbed her long hair with my left hand, turning it into a flaxen ponytail. I used it to hold her in place by pulling her head up and back. I swung my right hand from around her waist and ran the head of the dildo between her cheeks. The knob touched my cock as I drenched the silicone in her cummy honey.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mom uttered, turning her head and fighting my hold on her hair. I brought the dildo around, going for my mother's mouth, the crown touching her ear, then her cheek, sliding toward the corner of her lips, and she smacked it from my hand.

"Fuck," I growled, going after the dildo as it fell onto the landing.

Mom crawled away, stood, and fell against the wall. She walked on shaky legs and bent knees, passing her office on her way to her bedroom. I picked up the dildo and followed her, my feet thumping on the carpet. Once in her room, she stumbled to her bed and crawled across her mattress, stopping at the headboard. She turned around, her eyes looking at the door, but I had walked to the side of her bed. When she turned her head to look at me, I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward my cock.

"Umm," Mom gulped, the sound wet and full around my prick.

Even as my mother sucked me off, her right hand dug at her nightstand drawer. I pulled it open for her, and she grabbed a box of wet wipes that lay inside. She grabbed a wipe and thrust it at her new toy. I looked down, seeing carpet fibers on the cock. Putting her plan together, I grabbed the wipe and rubbed it over her dildo, cleaning it before slipping my cock from her mouth and replacing it with her new, cock-shaped lollipop.

I moved onto the bed and between Mom's legs, forcing them open while she sucked on the dildo I held in her mouth. She grabbed it and kept sucking while I pushed her tennis skirt up and flopped my hard cock onto her pubic hair, then down between her legs. After a couple of back and forth slides, I found Mom's pussyhole and pushed inward. Her insides parted with a tight, squeezing friction that released several ropes of precum from my balls.

"I like it when you don't wear panties, Mom," I whispered, dropping down on her body and pressing my mouth to her left ear. She kept sucking the cock over my left shoulder, holding her right elbow out while she slid her left hand around my side and settled it on my back. "I don't think I'm going to let you wear panties anymore."

"Umm, umm, mmm, umm," Mom moaned, her words garbled around the dick in her mouth.

I slid my hands down to Mom's naked ass, grabbed ahold of her soft cheeks, squeezed them hard, and started fucking her incest-loving pussy without mercy. I moved my hands down her cheeks as she lifted her knees, her feet touching the sides of my thighs. My fingers brushed her outer pussy lips from the sides and then touched her inner fold. Her hole was wide open around my cock and stretched to its limits around my thickness.

Voices from those fuckers who had watched my mother play with herself came back to me. I grunted, "Tell me, Mom," after a hard series of pussy pummels that had forced the dildo out of her mouth. "Tell me you're my slut."

"Oh, fuck," Mom gasped, the dildo falling from her hands, its silicone body thumping on the floor. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm your slut." Mom wrapped her other right arm around me. "Baby, you fuck me so good."

I pressed my cock deep into her, making her gasp, and I said, "This is my pussy." I ground my dick inside of her, turning my hips in circles, the base of my cock straining against her mound as I corkscrewed my dick into my mother. "You're my pussy, and no one else's."

"No one else's, baby," Mom whimpered, her voice breaking. "My pussy belongs to you."

"Only me."

"Only you, oh--fuck!"

I started fucking her hard. Mom came, her twat turning into a creamy mess of white froth. I kept it up, and as her orgasm ended, another one hit her, making her squeal and lock her ankles around my back. I kept pumping her twat, pounding her pussy into poi as my cock slid in and out of her tunnel. Her pussy's grip had turned wetter but no less tight, and the tingles in my cock caused my shoulders to tremble as chills ran through my muscles.

"Oh, oh, god, fuck, oh fuck!" Mom whimpered and whined, her voice turning high-pitched as another orgasm shocked her system. Her eyes shut tight, her cheeks turned pink, and Mom let out a long sob as she started to cry.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Mom," I panted. "Keep coming, Mom. Keep coming on my fucking dick."

"No more, no more, no more," Mom sobbed, real tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

I should have made her wear mascara.

"I'm almost there," I said, my knob tingling as the sides of Mom's pussy walls jerked me off.

I let go of my mother's ass and pushed my hands beneath her legs. I grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed them upward, my body following her as I rose above her. I pushed my mother's legs back to her tits. Her calves and feet pointed upward as I moved into a squat above her pussy. I bent my upper body above hers while keeping her knees to her chest and her legs on my shoulders. Her ass and lower back tilted upward off the bed, the new angle feeding more of her creamy cooze to my cock and giving me deeper penetration than before.

"Ohhhh, gawwwd," Mom groaned as I filled her snatch to the brim, touching her guts in places where no cock had ever been before.

As I squatted above my mother's pussy, I adjusted my stance, and she reached behind my neck, locking her fingers together. By the look in her tear-glazed eyes, she knew that she was in for a porn-style fucking that was about to break her pussy in two. She looked scared yet excited. Mom bit her lower lip as I pulled my cock back until only my glans remained within the vulnerable softness between her maternal thighs, and then I just started ramming....

Sometime later, lying next to me on the bed, Mom whispered, "Oh my god, my pussy is sore." She sighed as she stretched her entire body. "I haven't been fucked like that since... since... since ever."

My right hand found Mom's left hand, and I pulled it to my mouth and kissed the back of it. She purred, rubbing her thighs together as I sat up and swung my left knee over her waist, straddling her. Mom pulled my hand to her mouth, first kissing my fingers and then sucking my thumb between her lips when I pressed it to her flesh.

"Mom," I whispered, "since your pussy is mine, and you're my slut"--my heart hammered against my chest, though my cock only inflated to a half-hard, floppy salami--"from now on, I want you to ask me for permission before you have sex with Dad."

Mom's eyes widened, then narrowed, and she sucked my thumb into her mouth before saying, "Okay, baby," in a wet, muffled tone. Her eyes flickered to my cock. "But, let's give that big boy a rest. I've earned a break from your dick." She glanced at my half-stiff cock, her expression turning into a soft, hopeful plea. "Haven't I?"

"Yeah," I said as my cock strained to get fully hard--I had come too much already. "But I'll see you later tonight."

"Okay," Mom said, releasing my thumb. "I'll be ready."

I left her room, grabbed our lunch, warmed it up, and brought it to my mother in her office. I found her as naked as I was, but I went back to my room for some rest.

Lots of rest.

I don't know how my mother stayed awake to work, but she did. My eyes shut before I hit my bed, sending me off to a dreamland where my father and I smoked cigars and drank brandy while my mother danced for us atop a white-clothed table while wearing a fedora and satin lingerie. When I woke, it was past time for my father to be home, and I had missed a text from Jenna that read, I'm going to do it. OMG! Wish me luck!

That was hours ago. I knew she was going to put her dad to the decision today, and so, with a rising heartbeat, I texted her, Good luck. Love you. I whispered those words while I typed them. A smile spread across my lips when I felt the same warmth for Jenna that I always did. A man could love two women, for whatever reasons, but now I had to find a way to let Jenna in on my secret--with Mom's permission.

One day, I told myself. Let's wait until we're married.

Fear hit me, followed by laughter. I rose from my bed to shower and change into a fresh pair of jeans and a body-hugging T-shirt. Jenna hadn't returned my text, so I went downstairs with my phone in my pocket.

Dad was walking down the shortcut hallway with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smile on his face. "It's about time you got up," he said, giving me the old wink and a gun hello. "I know this is your summer of fun--or laziness--and you've earned it, but try not to sleep all day long."

I laughed and said, "I'm trying to get enough sleep for the both of us," as I hit the landing.

"I have that covered," Dad said, raising his glass of whiskey. "Two of these and a pill, and I'm out until morning." He stopped. "When do summer workouts begin?"

"They're optional," I said, on my way to the kitchen, "but encouraged." I didn't want to think about sports. I was good at what I did, but Division I colleges weren't looking at me. My athletic talent could earn me a walk-on somewhere, but that was about it.

"Then I'm encouraging you to get your butt to those workouts," Dad said as he sat down on his favorite couch. "You can lounge about when you're old."

I laughed as I disappeared down the hallway.

I entered the kitchen, not seeing my mother from the hallway, but I could hear her moving things around in the refrigerator. I turned to the right, seeing Mom with her head in the fridge. A pale yellow summer dress adorned her body, the cotton thin with the illusion of transparency. Mom's slender legs seemed to glow as they flowed from beneath the hem to her small feet. The dress' neckline wrapped around Mom's neck and hid her breasts, but it left her back, shoulders, and arms bare. She had worn her hair down tonight, and my cock twitched when I remembered how I had gathered her hair in a single rein to hold up her head.

"You know what's strange," I said. It wasn't a question. "You no longer have to ask me how my day was. You already know."

Mom smiled, turning her head toward me, and said, "Maybe it's all that small talk that keeps most mothers and their sons from trying new things."

I moved forward, coming up behind her and sliding my hands around her waist.

"Where's your father?" Mom asked, bending forward, her ass pushing back at me as she reached for a single serving container of yogurt.

"Living room," I said.

"Listen for him if you're going to touch me." Mom straightened her body and stepped back, walking me toward the kitchen island. "We don't want to get into trouble."

I hit the edge of the island and pulled Mom to me. She sighed as I slipped out from behind her and let her lean against the marble top. "I need a spoon," she said. I opened the utensil drawer, grabbed one, and handed it to her as she peeled the foil covering from her container. "You hungry?"

Mom dipped her spoon into the yogurt and pulled out a small scoop. I stepped toward her, opening my mouth as she slid the spoon between my lips. I closed them, and she pulled the spoon away, leaving the cool yogurt in my mouth.

"Are you still hungry?" Mom asked.

I nodded my head, whispering, "Yeah."

"Show me," Mom whispered, leaning back against the island and stepping her right leg to the side. The angle of her body pushed her mound outward, and I lowered myself to my knees as my mother dipped her spoon back into the yogurt....

My mouth made wet sounds against my mother's pussy lips. She continued leaning back, pushing her twat toward my mouth, her bright blonde pubes wet with spit and the cunny juice coating my tongue. She ate her yogurt, her eyes looking toward the shortcut hallway as she strained her head to my left, then turned her eyes toward the dining room, then back to the hallway, then the dining room, ever-moving as I pushed my tongue into her yummy pussyhole and licked her creamy, pink walls.

I tried to capture my mother's eyes when I pressed the topside of my tongue against her smooth pearl, my mouth closing over her clitoral hood and the upper portion of her pussy lips above her pussyhole. I sucked. Mom trembled, her mouth twitching and her eyes narrowing, her lips pulling inward and outward into a sexy, pouty pucker. I ran my hands over the front of her thighs, then their sides, and around to her hamstrings, where I moved up to her ass and cupped her cheeks in my palms.

"Mmm," Mom sighed as my fingers moved to her crack. "Ah." My right hand went between her legs, feathering the curve of her muffin from behind. I loved how a woman's pussy was made to be reached from all angles. "Ooh." The middle finger of my left hand pressed against my mother's rosebud, her pucker damp with sweat from the heat between her cheeks. "I think--I hear--your father!"​