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Perhaps this was all helped by the copious lubrication of Mom's mouth. I noticed that the gagging and pressing against the entrance to Mom's throat produced a lot of gooey saliva. Lot's of it. I was glad I'd thought ahead to get the dish towel. It was getting easier and easier to fuck Mom's mouth the wetter it got and I was moving faster and deeper, and holding in longer and longer, and was becoming quite adept at knowing just when to let her suck in more air. I had forgotten how listless she was. This felt incredibly good and was outrageously exciting. The squelchy, sloppy sounds that filled the room as my cock worked her mouth raised the bar to an even greater level. I knew I could never again be without this feeling in my life.
It was just after this realization that it happened. I had been pressing my cockhead into the back of Mom's mouth for a new record and was just about to pull back when it suddenly slipped ahead a good inch. I wasn't sure what had happened but the feeling was wonderful, like a wide, wet, pulsating elastic had suddenly wrapped itself around the most sensitive part of my cock and was drawing it in, like a snake consuming its prey. Mom's breathing grew louder and, looking down, I realized she was sucking in and snorting air through her nose because her mouth was completely plugged by my cock.
My balls were hanging over Mom's chin. I was all the way in. I pulled slowly out, gave Mom sufficient time to gasp, and plunged back in. My hand slipped down to Mom's neck and the next time I withdrew and reentered, I felt Mom's throat bulge in concert with my thrust.
Oh, my god. Mom was deepthroating me! I pressed on her forehead and tipped her head back, for the first time tearing her eyes away from the TV. They closed, but her mouth remained open, even when I withdrew completely, waiting for my return. Slowly, I plunged in, pushing all the way down, feeling her throat bulge, holding, hearing her snort, pulling out, staring into her gaping mouth, then back in again, and again, and again.
A dozen more times and then Mom's mouth began filling with a thick white cream. I was coming, and she was swallowing. On purpose, I directed my cock away from her open mouth, spurting onto her cheeks, chin, and nose. I don't know why I did that. Perhaps because I was angry with her listless submission and wanted her to pay the price for allowing herself to be so completely dominated. It was incredibly euphoric. Even so, when I was done, I quickly cleaned Mom's face, guilt flowing through me even after it was spotless.
Mom had to work the next day. We went through the same routine: normal Mom until Dad went upstairs and then listless Mom appeared. I started fucking her mouth right away. Knowing what was coming, I had difficulty restraining myself, taking conscious care to work up to it gradually lest I hurt her in my eagerness. I spunked her face again and found it as strangely rewarding as the first time. I stopped trying to figure out why it was so satisfying and just recognized that it was what it was.
After cleaning Mom, I boiled the kettle and made a large pot of tea and took it upstairs to Dad. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Your work is a family affair, Dad. I'm glad to do my bit," I explained.
I told him that from now on, I would bring him a pot of tea so he didn't have stop working. I assured him that, "Mom and I will do everything we can to keep you up here working for the family."
Smiling at my own cleverness, I walked smugly downstairs. I twisted Mom over onto her knees and pressed her upper body onto the couch at a slight angle so she could see the TV. I pulled her slacks and panties down to her knees and unceremoniously entered her from behind and fucked her for several minutes like that. I dug deep, pushing in and up so forcefully I thought I might be lifting her knees right off the rug but of course that was just an impression. Nevertheless, I was gouging deep, squishing her cheeks hard to the bone.
While I pumped Mom, I tossed several pillows into a line on the floor. Grasping her shoulders, I pulled her up from the couch, spun her around until she was aligned with the pillows, and set her down on top of them. Quickly, I opened her legs and moved between them, pulling her hips up and slipping inside her pussy. I reached back to pick up her feet, leaned into her behind, and pounded away. A few minutes later, I released her feet and nudged her legs together, shifted up to straddle her thighs, grasped her buttocks, and entered her again. I rode her much longer that way. Fast and slow, stopping when I was about to come, then starting again until finally couldn't catch myself and let loose in her pussy.
The next two nights went went like that too. Both nights, I quickly took advantage of Mom's listless you-can-do-anything-with-me deportment. As soon as Dad want upstairs, I put my cock into her mouth, sliding in and out, pulling out to satisfy a juvenile desire to rub my cock around on her face. Around and around I dragged the underside of my cock over Mom's cheeks, nose and lips. I set the tip onto her eyelids and pressed gently down against her closed eyes, then up and across her forehead. I gazed, fascinated, at Mom's upturned face as my swollen dick rubbed wetly over her skin, which seemed aglow and even moved under my cock as if following a wave.
Love for Mom burst in my chest and permeated through my body. Who else but my mother would trust me enough to let me do this? I felt an overwhelming desire to bless her with my seed. Prying Mom's lower lip down, I slipped my cock inside her mouth and pushed slowly all the way in. I didn't move back and forth, I was in a hurry now and pressed into her throat. I slid my hand down to the front of Mom's neck to feel myself moving withing her. Magically, Mom managed to breath the whole time I was inside and I blew my load less than a minute later to the sound of her wheezing nostrils. When I was finished, I took a break to clean Mom up, made a pot of tea for Dad, then returned for a nice long doggy ride on the floor.
I did feel guilty for using Mom like that. Not while having her, of course, but I suffered afterwards. Most of the following day I promised myself I would smarten up. That is, right up to supper. Then, my resolve would begin to weaken. My cock would stir as I watched Mom preparing dinner and eating. She was wearing a dress and her legs added to her allure. The way she moved, her expressions, even the way she chewed her food: All of it made me want her again and I could hardly wait for Dad to get lost and leave her alone with me. Just one last time, I thought, then I'll be good. My cock rose to half mast in anticipation.
It was Friday night and Dad was surprised when I assured him that I would bring his tea up for him, that he didn't have to come down for it.
"You're not going out with your friends?" he asked.
"No, I thought I'd stay home and hang out with Mom since you're so busy working. I mean, Mom knows you have to, but she's still a little bored."
Dad nodded and produced a rare smile. "You've done a marvelous job of raising your son, Terri. He's grown into a very thoughtful young man."
"Yes, very thoughtful," Mom agreed.
Dad didn't seem aware but I noticed Mom already slipping into listlessness as we finished the rest of our dinner. I finished my dinner first and waited for my parents to finish. Dad was done next. He sat impatiently for a minute watching Mom, then got up and left.
"I have a lot to get done this weekend," he apologized, not waiting for a response.
Mom was just pushing the remains of her food around her plate. I got up and helped her to her feet. Steering her into the living room, I sat her down on the floor in front of the couch and sat next to her. Unlike the previous few nights, I didn't immediately pull my sweats down and feed my cock into her face. Guilt was drowning me, perhaps due to the act of dragging her limp body and depositing it on the floor, ready for me to use.
I put my arm around Mom and drew her to me. I did love her. I squeezed and hugged her affectionately, and the guilt began to dissipate. I reached onto the end table for the remote and scanned the channels for a suitable movie. Hugging Mom to me again, I pulled her tighter so I could get my right arm around her back. She twisted toward me and settled onto my chest. As I patted her hair and rubbed her back, Mom lifted her foot over mine, probably for comfort to relieve the twisting pressure she was putting on her spine. I pulled to help straighten her body and ended up pulling her right on top of me.
I slid my hands around Mom's waist and stroked her back through the dress, trying to comfort her. However, I couldn't ignore the weight of her breasts on my chest and certain feelings began to stir inside my pants. My back strokes began stretching lower and eventually I left my right hand permanently cupping her left buttock. It wasn't much longer before my left took up a matching position under her right buttock.
I began to nuzzle Mom's neck and soon I was kissing it long and hard, sucking it, and thinking about the danger of leaving a large, visible hickey. I was hard now and very conscious of the womanly heat covering my loins. I pulled her dress up to her hips and immediately noticed a jump of several degrees. Only her panties and my sweats separated us now.
I slipped my hands down to her buttocks again, inside her panties. Massaging her bare ass, I remembered the sight of them and the sexy plumpness of her partially sagging cheeks. Oh, god. I wanted to be in there again. I pushed my hands together, fingers meeting in Mom's crack, and pulled them apart, reaching forward to wrap further underneath, letting my index fingers find and spread her lips from behind. I groaned into Mom's neck. I can't help it, I pleaded silently for forgiveness.
With a cry, I pulled my hands away, but I hadn't found salvation. I moved immediately to my sides, grabbed my sweats, and roughly shoved them down, lifting Mom and I off the rug until they were almost to my knees. Slipping my left hand between Mom's legs, I found and pulled her panties to one side, then awkwardly tried to feed my cock into her pussy. I had difficulty but Mom moved and somehow I slid half way in. I grabbed her ass again and pulled her to me, pushing up, crying out as my cock slid through her slick tunnel.
"I can't help it," I cried out loud. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks but that didn't slow me down as I urgently pumped up and down. One hand slid up Mom's back to keep her pressed close and the other slid around to take hold of her tit. I struggled to lift her weight and mine, walloping her pubes and getting smacked back after I fell back to the floor and Mom's pussy caught up, only to find I was already on the way back to meet her.
It was a huffing, puffing, frantic fuck. No finesse, just an urgent need to join, to come, to possess.
I drained myself inside Mom, squeezing her tight as if afraid to let her go. We sat like that for a long time. When I finally pulled out, I realized I was late for Dad's tea. I filled the teapot with water and a teabag, then stuck the whole thing in the microwave. He always insisted on hotting the pot with water before putting the bag in, then letting it sit for just so long before serving. I wondered if he could really tell the difference.
It turns out he couldn't. At least, he didn't say anything. I'm not sure why I waited until he took a sip just to see. Maybe I was getting weird too.
When I descended the stairs, I could see that Mom had turned around to watch TV. Her dress was way up, exposing her panties that were still cocked to one side, leaving her slit partially visible. As soon as I saw her the image of her head lying back on the couch, mouth open, waiting for me to slide my cock in, took control. Last time, I promised myself, as I stalked toward her.
The door opening upstairs behind me changed my mind.
Quickly, I sprang forward and yanked Mom's dress down to her knees, twisting around and sitting down just in time for Dad to round the corner on the landing.
"Scott, what did you do with this tea?" Dad sounded upset.
"Nothing, Dad. I made it the same as always."
"Well, it's terrible, just terrible."
I followed him into the kitchen in case he noticed anything different about Mom.
"It's very nice," he said as he filled and plugged in the kettle, "for you to bring me my tea but it's a waste of time if you can't do it right."
"Right, Dad."
"Now watch how it's done."
I suffered a lesson on how to boil water, splash it around to rinse out the the teapot, then fill it and wait exactly eleven minutes before filling a mug. I even had to taste it and acknowledge the difference.
"Can you do it like that?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Good." He returned to his work.
I returned to the living room where Mom's dress was still demurely down to her knees. She didn't look as wanton as she had with part of her pussy showing so I sat down beside her to let the anger and frustration with my father settle down.
I thought about Mom and my guilt for treating her like I had the past week. Maybe she was acting this way because she wanted to be treated like that. What if her listless response was her way of getting off on being treated like a slut without having to admit to herself, or me, that she liked it?
So maybe it was alright to fuck her face and pound on her from behind. I smiled to myself. Life was reclaiming the perfection it had recently attained.
Except, there was a nagging in the back of my mind that my swelling cock couldn't completely drown out ... I wanted my real Mom back.
The rustle of Mom's dress drew my attention to her. Listlessly, I turned to look. She had pulled her legs up, allowing her dress to slide once more to her hips. Her hands grasped her panties and pulled them up to her knees, then over and down her calves. Lifting her feet, Mom slipped her panties off and tossed them into the middle of the room, halfway to the TV.
Could she read my mind? Did a mother know her son so well? I hadn't said a thing or made any move that would indicate I was about to take her again. Yet, here she was, getting ready for me, inviting me to have her. I made a mental note to pick up Mom's panties in case Dad came downstairs, then prepared to swing over and spread Mom's legs but she was faster than me, straddling my thighs instead.
Mom lowered her pelvis right onto my groin and I immediately sensed the raw, damp heat emanating from her bare pussy. She scrunched down and rubbed on my shaft, managing to grip it even through my sweats. I responded instantly, even though I was still in shock by Mom's proactive move. This was great, Mom was back. Having a live woman grinding on my cock was a welcome sensation though I have to admit a fleeting fear flitted through my mind that I had experienced my last deepthroat.
But, hey, this felt great. Mom had leaned forward to rub her tits against my chest and now moved up to push them into my face. She wasn't particularly gentle but I didn't mind. I was about to get fucked. What was to mind?
Mom stood up, her tits sliding up my face and resting momentarily on my head before lifting away completely. Her knees rocked from side to side and I realized she was unzipping the back of her dress. Not a good idea, I thought, in case Dad came down, just leave it on so it could be pulled up if necessary. However, I didn't stop her. I just pulled my sweats down so my cock could spring out, ready for her anticipated descent.
Mom was now sliding her dress up her legs ... to the top of her thighs, then higher, baring her light sprinkle of pubic hair, moist pubic hair I noticed, then up over her hips. The dress was pulled higher, freeing those magnificent tits, and finally over Mom's head and tossed carelessly to the floor. God I hoped Dad didn't come downstairs. There was no way I could grab Mom's clothes and get them on her in time.
Still, I didn't say anything. I just grabbed my cock and waited for that dream to envelop me. Ah, here it comes. Mom's knees pressed against the couch on either side of my head and her body began to sink. She's going to give me a rub job on the way down. I was about to tilt my head back to watch her tits approach when Mom's hands grabbed the sides of my head, thumbs pressing on my forehead, and forced my head back. Her legs opened wide and her cunt mashed against my face.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhh," Mom groaned, rubbing against my mouth, fucking my face.
"Yeahhhhh, oh goddd, ohhhh, yeahhhhh."
Mom rubbed faster and faster, groaning constantly. She wasn't being gentle at all but I endured it. Was I this rough when I was sliding in and out of her mouth, feeding my cock into her throat? I hadn't thought so but maybe I was. I might have gotten carried away, I know I'd been consumed with lust at the sight and feel of my cock entering her neck.
Jeez, she was really grinding my face now. My hands were on Mom's legs, trying to mute her movements but her churning thighs couldn't be contained. My face was constantly assaulted by a drenched, bucking pussy. A hand had slipped to the top of my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my face up to meet each downward plunge as if each grinding attack wasn't enough on its own.
Mom was grunting wildly now. Her hand slipped to the side again and then each took hold of my ears. Her pelvis stopped grinding so fast but my face was pulled tight, then pushed between her legs as her hands slipped behind my head and shoved my mouth forcibly onto her cunt, twisting and grinding. Suddenly, Mom let loose a low growl and drenched my face with a copious spray of female juice. Gradually, the grinding slowed and became more gentle. Finally, it stopped and Mom stood up. She looked down at me with an unfathomable expression on her face. I thought she was about to apologize for her rough treatment before lowering herself onto my still hard cock but she just turned away and picked up her dress.
Pulling the dress over her head, Mom zipped up the back, smoothed the skirt over her thighs, then picked up her panties and returned to stand over me again, a foot on the outside of each knee. She dropped her panties onto my face.
"Clean yourself up while I make your father's tea the way it's supposed to be done," she said.
When I pulled the panties off my face, Mom was out of sight. I could hear her putting water in the kettle. I started drying my face with her panties. I sat there and reviewed what had just happened. I was glad she wasn't listless anymore. At least I think I was. No, I was. Having your way with a rag doll was far cry from being with a real woman, but this unpredictable woman was a real tiger and I wasn't sure I was up for it, especially if this was just the start.
Mom emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray with a pot of tea, a mug, and a plate full of crackers and cheese. She didn't even glance my way. Ten minutes later, she slowly descended the stairs and strolled casually toward me.
"Don't you think you better cover yourself?" she said, looking down at my still uncovered, half hard cock. "I don't think your father would approve of that little show," she added in a mocking tone.
I pulled my sweats up, a sinking feeling spreading through me as I realized that Mom was done for the night. She sank to her knees, straddling my legs, and reached down to grasp my cock through the sweats.
"What did you do that for?" she asked huskily, kneading my tip and twisting the head before slipping down the shaft, then slowly jacking it up and down.
"You told me to," I complained.
"No I didn't," Mom countered.
"Yes, you did," I whined.
"I asked you if you thought you should cover up," she corrected.
Her hand slipped lower to cup my balls. I pushed my sweats back down and Mom's hand flipped over the waistband and cupped my bare balls. My cock rocketed to full mast. Mom walked her knees ahead, bringing her pussy closer. Her free hand dropped onto the top of my head, fingers curling to grip my hair.
