Incest/Taboo Mom's Pathfinder

I surprised her by sucking in her hooded clit, then pushing my tongue inside, searching out her inner hole and puncturing it with my raspy, red snake. Mom had really gone all out for me in the kitchen and I wanted to eat her like she'd never been eaten before. I spent a long, long time down there. Mom was gyrating her hips all over, fast, slow, whatever felt good to her. I was happy knowing she was enjoying herself. No other girl had ever reacted like this, but then, I had never put so much effort and feeling into it. She was arching her back, lifting herself completely off the bed except for her shoulders and her feet, keeping her pussy firmly shoved into my face.

When Mom really got going and I knew she was on the slippery slope to a big orgasm, beyond the two small ones she'd already had, I slipped a finger into her cunt and worked it in and out as I sucked her lips and filled her with my tongue. But it was when I slid my finger down to rub over her little pucker that Mom really started going wild. That was nothing to what happened when I replaced my finger with my tongue, vibrating my tongue between her cheeks, teasing her hole with its reptilian tip before plunging it deep into the depths of her asshole and swirled it around. The sounds that were flying around above my head. Unbelievable. I returned my mouth to Mom's mound, sucking her clit into my mouth. Soon after, Mom shuddered to a thundering orgasm.

She turned around onto her tummy, perhaps to get her pussy away from my still active tongue. Immediately, I pushed her legs really wide, inserted a finger in her cunt, and started teasing her ass with my tongue again. I would show her no mercy.

It didn't take long for all four fingers to work their way inside Mom's sloppy, soaking wet snooch. She loved the big finger job, that's for sure. Soon, I had my most of my hand inside and I fucked her with whole arm movements while my tongue jittered constantly in her puckerhole. I turned Mom into a moaning puddle of desperate need. Finally, with loud accompaniment, Mom quivered head to toe in an earth shattering orgasm.

She lay still, gasping for air. I settled on my side beside her, raising my head to her level, resting on the pillow and listening to her hoarse breathing. I waited until her breathing was normal, then pulled her face toward me with my hand. Mom turned and pressed her body to mine, engaging me in a long, sensuous kiss. She pulled back and smiled, then moved back toward me but my hand tipped her face down so she could see my hard cock. A gentle push on her shoulder and down she went, pausing only to blow hot air on my tip, before sliding her mouth down the length of my shaft.

What a cocksucker. It was hard to believed she hadn't sucked cock for twenty years. As Sandy, I suspected my mother had sucked a few cocks. Maybe it was like riding a bicycle. Once you've learned, you never forget how. Whatever, Mom really sucked me nicely, stopping once in a while to regale me with the most wanton, dreamy look, like having my cock in her mouth was the most exquisite feeling in the world. What a change from the last time.

When I started pumping it in her mouth she knew I was ready. I tried to hold her head but she pushed my hands away and laid back. I followed her mouth, twisting up and leaning over to do so. Mom pulled further away until she was lying flat on her back. I twisted over until I was leaning over her, my cock hovering over her open mouth. She gave me that look again and I plunged inside.

Mom's hand regained my cock, but only to guide it when I went off the mark, and to tickle my balls, goading me into harder thrusts. I pumped and pumped, pulling out only to let her breath or dispel excess drool, my cock dripping on her face until she was ready to take me again. Then I was fucking her face again while she tugged on my balls, bringing me back every time I strayed too far away.

I hung my head down so I could look back to watch my cock pumping Mom's face. Soon after that, I came, filling her mouth and spilling over. I pulled my hips up to let my last few squirts spray over Mom's face. When I was done, Mom slid out from under me and quickly went to the bathroom. I flopped on my back, fully satisfied, listening to Mom cleaning herself. When she returned, I turned my head languidly to watch crawl up onto the bed. Was she mad? She didn't look it.

"Different than being with Dad, I guess?" I asked.

"Don't talk about your father. Leave him in the basement."

Mom crawled over me and straddled my chest.

"And the answer to your question, is yes. I like your initiative, your courage to go for what you want. Like this," she said.

Mom walked her knees forward, beside my head and ground her pussy down onto my face.

"You owe me again," Mom said. "Get to work."

So I did. I lapped and licked and poked and sucked. Mom remained in control. She pulled away several times to stop herself from coming. She made me pay dearly for stroking in her mouth, for coming on her face. It was her turn to drench mine and she finally did, with a vengeance.

After I cleaned my face, I returned to bed to find the light off and Mom face down, sleeping. I joined her and quickly dropped off myself.

I woke to the first dawn light streaming in the window. It was morning and my time with Mom was coming to an end, at least for today. Dad was an early riser. Any minute, he could open the bedroom door. I hoped he had a hangover and slept in, or at least made it no further than the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I convinced myself he wouldn't actually come upstairs, that he would wait until Mom came down.

I looked at the clock radio on the bedside table to see what time it was and spied a little bottle like the one Mom had taken from the picnic basket to oil her hands before she jacked me off. I turned in the dim light to find Mom still lying on her tummy, legs slightly parted. I got an idea.

Quietly, I pulled her legs wider apart and placed myself between them. I ventured a cautious flick of my tongue, in the crack of Mom's ass. No response. I ventured again, a longer lick, and when that produced no response, I pushed my tongue between her cheeks and sought out her little hole. Minutes later, my tongue was buried deep in Mom's ass.

She was deep asleep, there was not doubt about that. The little moans emanating from her sleepy lips were evidence of the sweet dreams my loving tongue managed to produce. Every minute or so, I pulled my head up, spread her cheeks apart, and drooled in and around her hole. For half an hour I slobbered and tongued her ass, until it was slippery with my saliva. When I could hold her cheeks apart with the tips of both thumbs in her ass, I knew she was ready.

I climbed up and pressed the tip of my cock against her little asterisk, and pushed. The thrill of watching her pucker give way was an awesome experience. I kept nudging gently ahead until her bum swallowed my whole helmet, then kept up a steady pressure until half my cock was lodged in Mom's ass. Then I started a long, slow series of tiny thrusts until I was moving freely in and out of her butt. I leaned over Mom's back and concentrated on getting my whole cock into her ass.

A long groan was the first sign that Mom was awake.

"Unnnnggghhhhhhh. Jason, what are you doing to me?"

"You wouldn't give me what I want, so I'm taking this," I whispered hoarsely.

"Noooo. Not in my bum. It's dirty."

Despite her expressed horror, her ass was pushing back to meet my eager cock.

"I know. Haven't you done it this way before?"

"No."

"How does it feel," I gasped.

"Really different. Filling."

"We're just getting started," I panted. "It's going to grow until you can barely stand it. You'll love it."

Mom grunted a as I threw several harder thrusts into her.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. Ungghh, unngghhh. It's, ungghh, getting better."

"You can, unghhh, say that again," I replied.

"Yeah...yeah," Mom gasped.

"Uhhhhh, I'm fucking your dirty, unngghhh, asssss."

I shut up then and concentrated on fucking Mom's ass. I pulled her up onto her knees and worked her like that for awhile, kind of a vanilla fuck, then squatted over her and pumped her slow and deep until my legs tired. I lowered Mom flat onto the bed and sat on her thighs, gripping a cheek in each hand while I fucked her harder and harder. I loved the way she seemed to lose herself in it, enjoying it more and more. I pulled her head up so I could watch her face grimace with my efforts and became particularly fond of her close-eyed grunts at the headboard. I was hard pressed to say what Mom seemed to like more, my hand in her cunt, tongue in her pussy, or cock in her ass. She seemed to love all three.

I wouldn't have thought you could fuck an ass as hard as my final pounding frenzy but every sound and motion from Mom seemed to beg for it, to demand it. Mind you, this was my first trip up hershey road, so what did I know?

My cock was raw and spewing my sticky goo all over her ass was as much fun as spraying her face. I knew in my heart that I would never be satisfied fucking any other woman. Not even close.
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Dad wasn't up when I went downstairs. He didn't arrive until the coffee was done and I was pouring my first cup.

"Hey sport. Pour one for me too."

Dad shuffled behind to straight to the kitchen table. I took a mug over to him, black the way he liked it.

"Hang over?"

"Not really. Tired more than anything."

I sat down after putting milk in my coffee. I couldn't take black and I didn't like cream.

"Do you think your mother's still mad at me?"

"I don't know. I told her I was putting the coffee on and she told me to bring it up to her if you were downstairs," I lied.

"Oh. That's not good. I better make myself scarce."

"I was going to have to do the lawn today," I said, my voice trailing off as I finished that leader.

Dad squinted at me. "I guess I do owe you, don't I."

"Well...,"

"That's ok, son. If you don't ask in this world, you don't get. Maybe you're make a businessman yet." Dad laughed at that. "I'll just finish this up and get while the getting's good, and pay my dues at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone."

Dad took a large gulp of steaming coffee. It didn't seem to scald his booze-coated mouth.

"Say, Dad."

"Yeah?"

"That Duke guy, my lost uncle. What was he like?"

"Earl? Look son, you don't want to get into that. Your mother is super sensitive about it. Don't ever mention it to her. She'll flip out for sure."

"I won't Dad, I promise. But I was just wondering what was he like."

"Well, it was a long time ago but Earl looked a lot like you. I guess your mother and he shared a lot of genes that got passed onto you. Everyone always said you're all from your mother's side."

"Oh," I said, my thoughts wandering.

"That it?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Ok. Then let's not talk about that again."

"Ok, Dad."

Dad drained his mug and struggled to his feet.

"Dues paying time," he said.

After Dad went outside, I poured a cup of coffee and fixed it up the way Mom liked it. I didn't make another for myself.

Mom rolled over when I came in and sat up when she saw the coffee in my hand. She was bare from the waist up, her gorgeous tits jostling as she wiggled into a comfortable position.

"Thanks, Jason. What a sweet boy you are to your mother. Whatever did I do to deserve this?"

Mom's face showed how much she was amused with her own wit. I ignored her and walked back to close the door. I stopped by the bed and dropped my shorts before getting under the sheet beside Mom. I was careful not to jiggle the bed so I wouldn't spill her coffee.

"Maybe you should go to your own room, Jason. Your father could come up any minute."

"I don't think not," I said.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Last night, he said he owed me one." I moved my hand onto Mom's belly and slowly caressed her tummy in a wide sweep around her navel.

"Did he now?"

"Yup. In fact, he said he owed me big time." I moved my hand up to cup Mom's breast, squeezing it gently to make her nipple stand up. I leaned down to kiss it but Mom brushed me away with her free hand.

"He can't pay his debts with me, Mister."

"Oh, I know that mother. You should hear the lawn mower start up any second now." I moved my face back until it hovered over Mom's stiffening nipple, pleased by her body's response to the proximity of my mouth.

"No way," Mom said. "There's no way your father..."

She was interrupted by the sound of the rider mower roaring to life just as my lips slipped over her nipple.

"I'm impressed," Mom said as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

I glanced up to meet her amused eyes. She was smiling, holding her cup of coffee to the side in her left hand to make way for my nuzzling head. I felt her right hand curl around my neck and her fingers extend up into my hair. I sucked, content and glowing in Mom's high regard.

I sucked and sucked, exchanging tits so neither nipple was jilted of my attentions. I was aware of Mom periodically taking a sip of coffee. She was savoring it, making it last. Eventually, I let my hand slide down over Mom's tummy, leaving her breasts in the 'hands' of my capable lips. Mom didn't say anything until my fingers brushed over her little hoodie to tease the moist slit below, pushing in gently to prod her lips apart.

"I don't think that's a very good idea this late in the morning."

I pulled my mouth off Mom's tit. "Why not? Dad's mowing the lawn."

"All right," Mom conceded, parting her legs. "Just while we can hear the mower, but you go straight to your room as soon as it stops, you hear?"

"Yes, Mom." I wiggled a couple of fingers inside.

"No arguments."

"No arguments, Mom."

I twisted my hand so my fingers aligned up side by side instead of top to bottom, widening Mom's slit. I felt her push herself onto my fingers, trying to pull them inside with her vaginal muscles, like a snake sucking in its prey.

"Oh, god that feels good," Mom sighed. I was on my way.

I worked Mom's pussy, pushing in and out, twiddling her lips with feathery side to side brushes, and explored in and around the flap of skin with the commanding view through the pink trench below. Mom continued sipping from her cup until her uneven breathing made a spill quite likely. After a particularly strong response culminating in a violent heave of her chest, I sat up and took the cup away.

Putting it on the table, I noticed the little bottle of oil. I picked it up and dripped a largish puddle into my palm while Mom watched me with glazed eyes.

"What are you doing with that?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"I'm not turning over, if that's what you're thinking. Your father could be finished any time now."

"I don't want you to turn over," I replied, cupping my palm to hold the tiny pool of oil and then holding the bottle over Mom's belly. Mom's eyes followed the bottle, watching closely as I turned it over as I moved my hand lower, dumping its contents onto her pussy. Mom's pelvis lurched up as soon as the oil contacted her pussy hair. I directed the stream onto her slit, allowing it to fill and puddle until it overflowed her lips. Mom's hips began rocking in little fucking movements.

While Mom's hips were still in motion, I moved my hand over Mom's chest and quickly inverted it, splashing its contents onto Mom's tits. I rubbed the oil into her breasts as sensuously as I could. Mom moaned.

"What are you doing, Jason?"

I didn't answer.

"What are you up to?"

I remained silent.

"Do you want to put your thing there? Is that what you want?"

I kept my cards close to my chest. I stopped rubbing the oil in and returned it to Mom's hot, pulsing pussy, now soaked with oil. I massaged it with my hand, teasing with just a fingertip inside her slippery lips. Mom began spreading the oil over her chest with her own hands, squeezing her own breasts, forcing her stiff nipples out between her fingers.

"That's right, play with your tits while you talk," I whispered.

"Talk?"

I nodded.

Mom looked down at her hand squeezing her tits. She pressed them together.

"Come on big boy. Put it here. Slide it through. Fuck them."

"No. Not that."

"You want to squirt on my face? Is that it?"

Now that certainly appealed to me, but I was after bigger game.

"No. I want you to talk to me while I do this."

I pushed my fingers, all of them, into Mom's pussy, spreading her lips wide apart. Mom's legs opened wide and her hips shoved up to meet my hand, easing their path, trying to entice them further inside. Oh man, she loved the thickness. She was hot for it.

"What...do you want to talk about?" Mom gasped, writhing on my hand which accommodated her desire by twisting around in her gaping cunt.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, god."

"Tell me more about The Duke."

"What, oh god, what do you want to know?" Mom was gasping for air as my hand ground its way further inside her.

"You were hot for him, weren't you?"

"Yessss."

"Why? Did he do things like this?"

"Yesssss," Mom gasped as I suddenly pushed my hand deep and her pussy stretched over my third knuckles.

"He was special, wasn't he?" I crawled over Mom's leg so I was squatting between. I teased her clit with my thumb and started moving my hand slightly in and out.

"Yessss. No one felt like him."

"He fucked you better than anyone, didn't he?"

"Yessss. Oh god, Jason. Stop."

"Ever. Right?"

"Yes. He was the best I ever had."

Mom's hips and my arm moved as one. Mom looked down at the spectacle of her hunching hips and my hand, almost in to my wrist. I saw her eyes focus on my huge hardon wavering above my milking hand.

"Jason. No. I said you can't."

"Because he was special, wasn't he?"

Mom shook her head. "I won't let you."

"He made you pregnant, didn't he?"

Mom's eyes widened. I could see the fear in her eyes. She nodded.

"And he ran away, because he was afraid of your father."

Mom shook her head.

"No?"

Again, she shook her head.

"You sent him away?"

Mom nodded.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you. You'll hate me."

I pulled my hand out with a loud squelch, then leaned forward, laying my body on top of mom, my chest on her oily tits, my cock lying length-wise on her soppy pussy with its hair matted back over her bloated pubes.

The lawn mower stopped. The silence was deafening.

"I'll always love you mother, because you're special, the same way Earl was special to you."

I rubbed my bare cock up and down Mom's slit and reached between our bodies to grasp a tit in each hand.

"Why did you send him way?"

"Because I knew you would look like him," she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Shhhhhh. Don't cry. Beautiful, beautiful mother. Don't cry."

I rained kisses over Mom's face. On her cheeks, her lips, her nose, forehead and eyes.

"Please don't cry, special lady," I begged her.

Mom stopped crying.

"You don't hate me?" she sniffed.

"Hate you? It makes me love you even more."

Mom sniffed again, then lifted her legs and curled them around my waist until her heels rested on my back.

"I want something better than your hand," she whispered, digging her heels in and lifting her ass off the bed.

I drew back and then slid forward, easily penetrating her well-prepared pussy and sliding all the way in until my pole filled her cunt, reaching beyond the limits of my hand. The sound of the weedeater completed my triumph.

Mom's arms stretched out and she took my face into her hands.

"Fuck me, son. It's been too long since I've had a special one."

I started moving, my thighs straining with the effort of a languid fuck. As I pumped, my head filled with visions of Mom visting me in the fall and spring breaks, and Christmas at home with Dad beavering away at work, while worked equally hard a home. All my dreams came true.​