"Uhm, we need to talk," my mother whimpered in a voice so soft that I could barely hear it.
My stomach began to turn instantly as I knew exactly what she was going to be talking about. I felt some relief at the fact that she was the one who made all the moves last night, so if anything, she couldn't blow up at me.
"Oh... sure, we can talk, but can we eat first because I am starving?" I replied.
It was a load of crap though. My stomach knotted up instantly when she pulled away from me and my appetite disappeared with it. I was wracking my brain trying to think of all the scenarios that could happen. Out of all the processes that I ran through, only one of them ended well. This did wonders for my stomach as it was now in my throat. Even though her robe was open and she had on a new cyan colored bra and panties set, I had no interest in looking at her body at the moment.
I turned around and made my way to the dining room table. I pulled out a chair and sat down trying to look as chill as possible. I didn't want to let out the fact that I was nervous as hell, so I just looked at the fake plant we had in the corner as if it was very interesting. She came in the dining room with two plates and placed them on the table. She then went back in and grabbed two cups of orange juice. The entire time that she came in and out of the dining room, she never made eye contact with me. I sensed that she was even more nervous than me which made me feel a bit better.
She sat down at the table the same way that I did when I was afraid to face her. She was turned sideways facing away from me. This was completely uncharacteristic for my mother. She is very confrontational by nature and will not hesitate to make eye contact with you even while discussing embarrassing things. Yet here she sat, avoiding my gaze the entire time. I grabbed a fork and started eating so that I could have something to do. I had lost my appetite, but I knew I needed to fill myself up. For the next five or so minutes, the only sound in the air was a metal fork hitting a glass plate every so often. Once I was nearly done with my food, I called out to my mother to get her attention.
"Mom, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked while trying not to suffocate from my stomach being lodged in my throat.
Startled by my voice, she jumped a little. She was so deep in thought that she had tuned out of reality for a moment. Her plate still had a lot of food on it as she was eating very slowly. Maybe she had lost her appetite as well. It was becoming clear that my nervousness didn't even compare to hers.
After a minute or two of gathering herself, she slurred, "I want to talk about last night."
She was speaking so low that I couldn't understand a word she was saying. I could have told her to speak up, but that would've put her on the spot. Instead, I got up and pulled up my chair in front of her so that I would be able to hear her better. Once I sat down in front of her, I saw her closing her robe tighter. This was not a good sign. It means that she was switching back to her motherly self and being cautious around me. Even though she sat a few feet in front of me, I could feel an invisible barrier between us.
Feeling sad but anxious to know, I asked, "Can you say that again?"
Still avoiding my gaze, she looked into her lap and whispered, "I want to talk about last night."
Playing the fool, I responded, "Oh about that comedy movie? It was hilarious. The reviews were right."
Realizing that I am avoiding the real topic purposefully, she looked up at me for the first time. I noticed immediately that the white of her eyes had a reddish tint to them. This was clear evidence that she had been crying. I made a mistake and showed a concerned look from the revelation of her eyes and she dropped her gaze to her lap again. We sat in silence for about thirty seconds before I broke it again.
"Was it not about the comedy movie? Maybe it was that action movie? Sorry, I don't remember much about the action movie. I "slept" through it," I said.
She looked up at me again, but this time she had a slight smirk. This gave me confidence that my jokes were well received. She then put her head back down and spoke again.
"I want to talk about you "sleeping" through the action movie," she murmured in a low monotone voice.
Not allowing her to jump to the forbidden topic, I pulled out another one. "I slept because I was stuffed from ice cream that resembled a dirt road in the countryside."
She burst out laughing.
It felt like she was getting back to her normal self, so I said, "There she is."
She made eye contact with a warm smile on her face before saying, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Maybe the fact that my mother couldn't look straight ahead for the past ten minutes. Made me think someone swapped her out of here," I joked.
"Oh no, I am the one and only," she giggled.
The tension in the air had lifted and she could now stare at me without issue. I leaned back in my chair and got more comfortable as I waited for her to start off the conversation.
"Thanks for snapping me out of it. I was in a different world for most of the morning," she said.
"What could be on your mind so much that you would sit in a daze all morning?" I spewed, still feigning my ignorance."
"Don't make me say it, you idiot," she chuckled.
This response actually relieved me because this was a typical girl response. My mother's girly side is something that I rarely see. The occasional scream at a random bug and refusing to do hard physical labor is about the most you will get out of her.
"Oh, you mean our little cuddle session?" I asked, choosing to use a lighthearted word rather the real term.
"Yeah, that little cuddle session," She replied. "I think that maybe.. uhm... we possibly...," she stuttered before being cut off my me.
"You think we went too far?" I asked, guessing the ending to her question.
She nodded her head without speaking and looked back into her lap. I am no fool and pretty much predicted exactly what she wanted to say. It was not a hard guess for anyone, so it couldn't catch me off guard.
"I don't think we did," I replied confidently as if nothing was strange about it.
She looked up at me instantly. "What do you mean you don't think we went too far? Do you not understand our relationship?" she asked.
Understanding that the time for jokes had passed, I replied, "Of course I understand our relationship, but I am still fine with what we did."
She looked at me and then jumped like she came to a realization of something. "Obviously you would be fine with this, you are the one who started this mess in the first place," She said in an attempt to scold me.
Feeling like she was placing the blame on me, I responded.
"Wait. Wait. Wait. So you are saying that I am the reason for us doing what we did last night?" I asked slightly raising my voice. "I seem to remember it differently."
"I don't mean last night, I'm talking about when you first decided you wanted to make a move on me," she said while looking straight at me.
"Okay, I'll admit that I was at fault during the first time. We had a little "falling-out" and we moved on. However, you immediately started coming onto me out of nowhere. The second time, I made sure to take the passive side as I didn't want you to flip out on me again. You lead the entire time," I accused.
Her eyes widened from the shock of how honest I was. I figured that since we already messed around, I had no reason to fear speaking my mind. She followed my lead and took her gloves off as well.
"Coming onto you? Yeah, right. What do I gain from coming onto a little boy. I was simply playing with my son. Since when did that become a crime?," she challenged.
"Playing with your son is not a crime, but seducing him by feeling on him is a bit questionable if I may say so," I replied.
"So you just going to act like you weren't staring at my body when we were running around the coffee table? Did you think that you were being sneaky? You were staring me down the whole day as a matter of fact. I am not some inexperienced little girl you met at uni. I know all the tricks in the book as I have seen them before," she said.
I blushed a little by her revelation of what I had done. I thought I was being extra careful during those times, but she was on me from the start. Wanting to put her on the spot also, I aired out my knowledge.
"Okay, well let's talk about your sudden wardrobe change. I've been watching you all my life and you have never wore a robe like the one you have on now, or skin-tight clothes like the set you wore yesterday. If I didn't know any better, I would say you changed so that I could have a better look?" I asserted.
It was now time for her cheeks to blush as she looked at the same fake plant that I was looking at earlier. My heart sank at that reaction because it implied that I was correct. My own mother actually wanted me to look at her? The only question that remained now is why would she.
"I...I never changed my uhm... my style of outfits. I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, clearly nervous after having her laundry aired out.
Realizing I have her on the run, I pressed on. "Let's just say I was looking at you, where is the harm in that? I have looked at you all of my life, what is new? Now, getting turned on from your son eyeing you is a cause for concern," I provoked.
I really wanted to get to the bottom of her sudden change in actions. She rejected me so violently the first time. How could she swap so quickly? What was really going on?
Still staring at the plant, she answered, "Turned on? Impossible. What mother in their right mind would enjoy having their son watch them? Especially when he's practically a puppy at only nineteen and knows nothing of the world. Where is the gain from that situation?"
Feeling insulted from her calling me too young, I step up my game.
"I didn't know mothers these days were sexually attracted to puppies. Wait right here," I said as I got up from in front of her and made my way to the hallway.
She turned around to see what I was doing and followed me with her eyes until I was out of view. I was headed to the closet to retrieve evidence of her puppy fetish. I flicked the closet light on and grabbed the couch pillow that I threw in there last night. It was now stained with her juices. I placed it on my head and balanced as I walked back to the dining room. As soon as I came into view, she burst out laughing and blushed at the same time. I looked like an absolute idiot with a giant couch pillow on my head. I sat at the table and she looked away from me while still giggling.
"It turns out there are some people in the world who enjoy puppies," I joked as I kept trying to balance the pillow.
She clearly remembered what she did to the pillow last night.
"No, the only people who get turned on by puppies are people who are unstable or mentally ill." she said while starting to get serious again.
I was taken aback by that statement. Was she trying to hint at something that she was going through, or was it just a random insult? It concerned me because her voice was back serious all of a sudden.
"What do you mean by unstable or mentally ill? That's a bit too far don't you think?" I questioned.
"I wish that was the case honestly. At least then I would have a valid excuse for the way I feel," she replied.
I raised an eyebrow at the last part of her statement. "How do you feel exactly?" I asked.
"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. It's fucked up just like this whole situation," she asserted.
"Oh come on. How are you just going to leave me hanging in the middle of the conversation? You're the one who said you wanted to talk," I challenged, trying to get her to come clean.
"I said I wanted to talk, but not about my feelings. I was talking about what happened last night. You're the one who is prying further," she accused, getting defensive.
"That was just the natural flow of our conversation. It's not like I just jumped straight to your feelings. Besides, we only watched movies and fell asleep last night," I explained, clearly leaving out parts of the night.
"Oh cut the crap. You know exactly what we did last night. We need to discuss that because that was crossing the line," she pestered.
"What exactly did we do last night?" I questioned, trying to get her to say the actual term.
"Will you quit it? I'm not going to say it. This is already embarrassing enough as it is without you tossing in your creeper fetish," she said.
I burst out laughing from that last line. "Creeper fetish? What is that actually?" I giggled.
"I don't know what to call it. Why else do you keep trying to make me talk dirty?" she snickered.
"I was just messing with you. Your emotions keep bouncing all over the place, but you always return to your normal self when I make jokes," I said.
She raised an eyebrow in awe at my observation.
"Actually, I just had a change of heart. I think we should have an open conversation as it may be the only way to move on," she said.
"Now you are speaking my language. So... where do we begin?" I asked before I remembered my previous statement. "Wait! I have a better question. Why did you decide to come onto me, and don't act like you didn't?"
She stared off into space for a few moments before answering.
"I... I really don't know... This is about to be the most insane thing that I've ever admitted, but once I had a chance to let everything settle, my body... sort of craved your attention," she said as she began blushing.
I practically fell over from that statement as it was the most off the wall thing she could have said. I tried to gather myself quickly though, so I could get more out of her.
"Obviously I fought you off at first because it was just too shocking. Who in their right mind would not put up resistance in that situation? But in all actuality, I was only doing what I thought I should do. What was expected of a mother. Which was, react harshly to snap you out of that behavior. Threaten you, scold you, hit you, anything I could to instill fear," she said before taking a long pause.
"Ohh... okay, but what about the next time we met?" I asked while trying to seem cool, but I was now focused on every word she said.
"I will get to that, hold on... A strange thing happened the first night when you forced me down. I was devastated at the time. I felt like I failed as a mother to guide you properly, but that was not all. I was also getting... sort of... turned on at the same time," she continued.
My jaw hung open at that revelation.
"How could my own son, who was doing sexual acts on me by force, turn me on? You think you know yourself until you are put in an intense situation and you find out different. I went in the shower and cried to myself. Not only was I hurt from what you did, but I was also confused at what my body was doing. I tried desperately to get my thoughts on track but to no avail. It made me confused about who I actually was. How was something like this even possible? This next part is... is really embarrassing, but I touched myself to the thought of you forcing me down while I was in the shower," she said while looking at the floor.
My eyes almost popped out of my head because of how far they were stretched open. What an absolutely shocking story. I could do nothing but sit in silence as I waited for more.
"I honestly don't even know what I was doing. Why would I allow myself to do that when I knew better. Even though I would argue and scold myself, the craving was not going anywhere. When you left to take dad to the airport, I got everything prepared so that you would see a similar scene to when you first forced yourself on me. I was anxious for you to come back as I wanted you to repeat it again," she said while still avoiding eye contact.
I had no words to give her as I couldn't believe this shocking confession was coming out of my mother's mouth. It made sense though as the house was loaded with perfume when I came back in.
"Did I have a rape fetish that I didn't know about? I have no clue what I was thinking. When you finally came back and didn't touch me, I had a sort of awakening moment snapping me out of my sick and twisted thoughts. The mother in me had came back and I felt disgust from the whole situation. I'm pretty sure you remember how I lashed out at you?" she asked while peeping up at me.
I nodded my head as my brain was too overloaded to speak.
"When I stormed off, I went in my room and touched myself all night. I was going through so many emotions. Angry at you, angry at myself, but horny at the same time. I know you must be shocked to hear this, but it's the truth. I may be your mother, but at the end of the day, I am just a regular girl. You can pretty much fill in the blank of what happened the next day. I put up an act as I didn't want to let on the fact that I was pretty much in the same boat as you. Hence the reason I let it go so easily and starting flirting around with you. I was actually desperate to get started," she said.
I was pretty much floored at that point. I could barely wrap my head around what she was saying. Although she ran over everything, it still didn't explain why she was pulling away from me today. If anything, she would let me continue.
"I understand that, but why would you pull away from me? After all of this I would think that you would enjoy it?" I questioned.
She looked up at me raising an eyebrow.
"Enjoy it? You are literally my son. I am battling to keep my own sex drive in check so that I don't do something I regret. Do you not understand how insane that is? A mother trying to stop herself from sleeping with her son. I pretty much belong in the crazy house as I am a sick person," she said as her voice began to crack.
Realizing she was insulting herself again, I said, "Hey, don't talk about my mother like that. You can insult her all you want on your free time, but while in my presence, you will shower her with the love she deserves."
This was a simple psychology trick that I used to let her know that I was on her side during this whole situation without being direct. After all, I was not there to bash her in the slightest.
The comment looked like it was received well as she returned a warm, love-filled smile. Nothing could melt my heart faster than her smile.
Feeling much better about the situation, even though we hadn't really done anything but air each other out, I took the pillow and attempted to place it on her head to take some of the tension out of the room.
"Eww, keep it away from me," she laughed as she fought my arms away.
"There is nothing nasty about this pillow," I said as I smothered it into my face.
We both burst out laughing and just sat there for a few minutes.
"On a serious note though, we do need to set some boundaries. Not only is this kind of thing dangerous biologically speaking, but morally as well. It's taking everything I have to stand in front of you and not cry my eyes out," she said as she looked away from my gaze for the billionth time. understood the first part of what she was saying, but the second part stumped me. Why did she want to cry over this?
"I don't understand what you mean. How is it hard to stand in front of me?" I asked in a compassion-filled voice.
"You can't understand because you aren't the parent here. According to society, I'm the one who is supposed to guide and correct you whenever you steer off of your path. I should be resisting you at every turn if you ask anyone else. We are mother and son, plus we have a power imbalance. Meaning I can manipulate you easily because I am the one teaching and providing for you. These relationships are shunned the hardest by society because they feel like one party can manipulate the other. Even though I may not have made the first move, no one will care," she explained.
Everything she said made perfect sense to me except for one part. Maybe it's because I am a rebellious type, I don't know.
"Oh... so you will just let society dictate what you can and can't have in your personal life? If you aren't bothering anyone and both people are over eighteen, I don't see why you should even care," I said while staring off into the distance.
"It's not as simple as that. It sounds good on paper what you are saying, but we ultimately live in a society. If we get too relaxed and get caught, we could both do a life sentence in prison for that in this country. That is twenty-five years a piece. Sure we would get parole, but our lives would effectively be over. You would struggle to land a job in this country as you would have to put that down on every application. Being that it's a taboo, you can kiss getting a good job goodbye. I have already had my fun in life and it would mean little to me, but you still have your whole life ahead of you. What kind of mother would I be if I was fine with putting my son in such a risky situation? Me being the parent, I should know better and guide you properly, yet I am coming onto my own son? What the fuck is wrong with me," she said as her voice began to crack again.
She had stirred herself up again and was on the verge of tears. It seemed like she couldn't go a few minutes without breaking down. What she said was pretty eye-opening and showed her experience in this world. She had already gone over all the real life implications and was mad at herself for not setting a better example.
In all fairness though, it was impossible for her to influence my decisions ever since I was sixteen. I wasn't following anyone's guidance as I arrived to full rebellious teen mode. This is pretty common for a lot of people. Right around the years when they are preparing to go to college, they are filled to the brim with cockiness. She clearly had forgotten about this, but I didn't feel it was in my best interest to tell her. I had to choose my next words carefully because she was on the edge of crying again.
"You did guide me properly. I reached nineteen years old without a single problem. I believe your job is pretty much done at eighteen," I said while scanning her face to see if she was going to cry.
"A mother's job is never done as long as she lives. Even though I may not be hovering over you all the time, I constantly stress myself out over your future. You have so much opportunity out there, and I don't want to see you ruin it," she whined as her tears were imminent.
"I am not sure why you keep talking like you know how the future will play out. All the things that you have mentioned are all negative hypothetical situations. You are only scaring yourself with the bad part of the situation," I said trying to get her to calm down.
"I focused on the negative part because it's very real. Your future can actually be destroyed because of this. Do you honestly want to take a risk like that? I know you enjoy looking at my body, and that is fine because there is no harm done. Touching however, will eventually lead to much more. Do you think my body is potentially worth your future?" she questioned.
"Wow, that is such a loaded question. Am I supposed to give you my answer right now or can I think on it?" I asked.
"These are the kind of real life decisions you will have to make as this taboo thing is literally a killer if you get caught. You'll have to snap out of your childish ways," she claimed.
This statement was literally shocking to me as it seemed like she was leaving the decision to me. The only thing that confused me is that I didn't know what would happen no matter what I chose. I had never considered being in a relationship with my mother. That idea in itself is the last thing I would have ever guessed. How would that even work?
Needing clarification, I asked, "What exactly are you planning on doing if I say yes? I don't understand what's supposed to happen."
"I don't even know what I'm saying honestly. My emotions have been in constant chaos for the past few days. Like, what are we even talking about? Am I really discussing a relationship with my own son? I am a sick fucking person who shouldn't exist," she bawled as tears poured down her face.
I knew she was highly unstable and liable to cry at any moment. She had it in her voice for most of the conversation. Feeling a little better about where we stood, I got up from my chair, placing the couch pillow on the table and stepped closer to her. I bent down on one knee so that I could be equal height with her and reached out to embrace her. I put my head over her left shoulder and she leaned over my right shoulder as she cried her eyes out. She had no real reaction and didn't even move her arms to make a proper hug. I just rubbed her back and squeezed her tighter against me to the point that her tits were mashed against my chest. Any guy seeing his mom cry would be instantly locked in protection mode. Even though I felt like protecting and embracing her, the hug didn't feel like I was hugging my mother.
The motherly energy had left the building a while ago and I felt more like I was holding my partner. We sat in that position for a good five minutes before she stopped sniffling. She was just about done crying as I started rocking back and forth slowly. There was nothing sexual about it, just a movement to make her more comfortable.
The entire time that I was holding her, she never put her arms around me. She just leaned against me soaking my right shoulder with her tears. Deciding not to add more stress to her by trying something sexual, I gave her a small peck on her right cheek and let her go. When I released her, she kept her gaze on her lap. Our conversation was pretty much over at that point I figured, so I went to clean up. I gathered up both of our dishes and placed them in the dish washer. Time had flew by and it was already two in the afternoon. I got everything cleaned up and I stood in the kitchen for a second, thinking on what I wanted to do next. I decided to watch TV in the living room to pass the time.
While I was getting everything set up and about to crash on the loveseat, she was sitting in complete silence staring at her lap. Leaving the situation as it was would probably end terribly in the long run. I would have to keep pressure on her or else she would keep flipping back to mother mode and crying her eyes out. One moment she is flirtatious and fun, next moment she is up in arms ready to fight, and the next she can't even look at me and stays on the verge of tears the entire time.
"Does she have a personality disorder?" I thought to myself.
It would make perfect sense as the reason why she seemed to turn into a completely different person sometimes. I put that idea on the back burner.
I understood that it was a really tough thing for her to do, but it's not like I was forcing her. I don't even know what she meant by her question earlier. Was she implying that we can start our own little relationship, or that we would just mess around every now and then. Whatever the case, I wouldn't be finding out anytime soon. Not wanting to leave her alone to sit a torture herself, I called out for her to join me.
"Mom, come over here so we can watch TV together," I commanded.
I got no response and she didn't even look up.
"Hellooooo? Can you hear me?" I asked.
Still showing no response, I decided to go over to her.
"Come on," I said as I tugged on her right arm.
She let it dangle and put no strength into it. I didn't know if she decided not to speak to me or what. Either way she was in for a surprise. I reached down and wrapped my left hand around her back while I put my right hand under her legs. With one swift motion, I picked her up in a typical princess carry maneuver. I felt her right hand hook around my neck as she was surprised and tried to steady herself. Her robe fell completely open on her left side exposing her new cyan bra set again, and she just let it hang open. This was obviously the first time I've ever held my mother, and she was surprisingly light. I had exerted almost no effort to lift her. She made eye contact with me as I started walking. Her hazel eyes, now glazed over from tears, had a look that asked me what I was doing. I carried her over to the couch and sat her next to the spot that I was going to be sitting in. She sat down paying no mind that her robe was basically off. It had fallen down her shoulders and she just sat there in just her bra and panties. She really did have the body of a model.
As much as I wanted to touch her flawless body, I couldn't do it unless she allowed it. I didn't want any more mental breakdowns to happen because she was challenging a core part of herself at the moment. One wrong move could send my chances out the window along with our relationship. I sat right next to her on the left side and put my right arm around her. That is the farthest I would take it in this situation. She made eye contact with me again, questioning what I was doing, but she eventually just leaned up against my right shoulder. Feeling comfortable, I kicked my feet out on the coffee table and enjoyed watching TV.
It's not like I haven't sat with her like this before. She was just in my arms last night like this. The only difference now is that she isn't so flirty, and is putting some serious thought into us. The shows that played were all a blur as I ran over what she had revealed to me in my mind. Honestly, none of this was my intention. A simple orgasm had spiraled all the way down to this. Had she stayed sleep, I would have got my orgasm and kept it moving, as if it never happened. Her waking up dramatically changed our history. I had never considered actually being in a relationship with my mother. I just wanted to look at her body a bit. As any horny teen would. Who could have guessed that the decision to have a look at her tits would lead to us discussing a relationship.
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Time eventually rolls by and we both ended up dozing off on the couch. It was about ten p.m. when I woke up. I felt a weight on my right side and then realized she was sleeping on me as well. She was in her typical maneuver with her legs curled up to her right side and her tits mashed into my side. It was near impossible for me to move without waking her. All the emotions and faces she showed earlier were a blur as I watched her beautiful sleeping face. Even her light snore was beautiful to me. Not because I enjoy hearing people snore, but because it was something that she did. I would find it difficult to call anything about her bad, as my love for her was at an all-time high. She could have a hobby collecting skulls and I would still feel like it was great. It really is amazing how love works.
It's not like I needed to fall in love with her. I already had a tremendous amount of love for her because of the fact the she is my mom. Now I only needed to add sexual energy to it and she would quickly become the most important person in existence to me. I reached over with my left hand and shook her gently trying to wake her up. Her eyes opened and she just looked around without saying anything.
"We should get ready for bed, it's already ten p.m.," I said.
She got up off of me and stood straight up. Not even caring that her robe still sat on the couch, she did a huge stretch raising her arms high above her head. I couldn't see her front, but with the arch that she put in her body, her ass was forced outward towards me. It would have took the might of god to tear my eyes off of her in that pose. She had a perfectly sculpted body that I enjoyed looking at. I didn't realize that when she stretched, she had twisted her head towards me in an attempt to crack her neck. When I looked up from her ass, her eyes were already locked on me. The difference this time is that it was already out there that I enjoyed looking at her. So there was no nervousness or shock between either of us. I continued looking at her before she broke eye contact. She turned around and grabbed her robe and headed towards the hallway. I figured she was going to her room, so I stood up and got a stretch out myself. I turned the TV off and flicked off the rest of the lights in the house before I went to the bathroom.
I took a quick piss and turned off the bathroom light. I should've left at least one light on as I was now traveling in pitch black darkness. I made my way in my room, shutting my door and letting out a big yawn. I wondered how my mother would be acting the next day. She seems to have calmed down quite a bit towards the end of the day. That was good news if you ask me. I made my way to the right side of my bed and sat down. I was immediately startled and came jumping back up as I felt a body under my covers. It only took about one second for me to realize that my mother had gotten in my bed. My dick got a hard-on almost instantly as it had a female in its territory. Did she honestly think I had so much self control that I would be able to sleep with her next to me in my kingdom.
I tried to play it off as though it was no big deal. Meanwhile I was jumping for joy on the inside. I hoped that she didn't have plans of going straight to sleep, because that would be a nail in the coffin. I made my way around the other side of my bed, which I rarely used and I got my foot tangled on something. I almost fell onto my bed, but I caught myself with my right hand. I reached down to unhook whatever contraption was on my foot and I felt soft padding.
"What the fuck is this," I thought to myself.
I couldn't see at all, but it only took me about five seconds of feeling it to realize it was a bra. My heart pounded at the realization, pumping blood straight to my erection. The image of her naked in my bed got me harder than steel within seconds. Normally, I sleep with my shorts and boxers on. Tonight however, I will be stripping off these cock-blocking shorts and my shirt. Once I pulled them off, I turned to face my mattress on the left side. The moment of truth was about to happen.
"What are we about to do? Is she going to let me have sex with her? Am I supposed to just sleep next to her? Can I at least cuddle her?" I thought as my mind raced a million miles per hour.
As horny as I was, when it was time to get in the bed, I felt a little fearful. I wasn't by any means scared to do anything with her, but it was just a subtle fear that settled over me as I came to the realization that I could actually be having sex with my mother.
"How will this change our relationship? Do I still act as though she is my mom? Do I treat her like a girlfriend? What will happen when dad comes home?" I tore my brain apart with numerous questions.
"It's time my friend. Cease all useless thoughts as I am overriding your system," my dick said in my subconscious mind.
It only cared for pleasure and she had the nerve to step into its home territory. I felt all the fear immediately disappear and get replaced with lust. Images of her moaning and screaming in my ear were flooding my head. I had psyched myself up and was now prepared for anything. I lifted my covers and laid on my back right next to her. I couldn't tell which position she was laying in until my left arm bumped into her a bit. Being in hyper-sensitivity mode, I could tell from that small bump that she was laying on her side with her back facing me.
I sat for a minute contemplating how I would do this. I knew she wasn't sleep because she snores, so that means she was just laying there silently while bra-less. I didn't know if I was supposed to be subtle or go straight for what I want. In the end, I decided to turn and face her while spooning her body. There was a gap between us of about seven inches. I would have to scoot closer to her if I wanted to properly spoon her. The problem was that my dick would be leading the way as it was throbbing hard and extended to its full length. I was only five and a half inches long. No Mega-Mc-Dangle on me. Still, it would touch her long before any other part of my body made contact. I wanted it to eventually be on her, but I didn't want the first contact to be with my dick as it made me somehow nervous.
The only sound in the room was the humming of my computer tower and the buzzing sound the freezer made as it echoed lightly through the house. I sat there gathering my resolve so that I could make a move. Not only was she my mother, but she was smoking hot. Easily the best body that I've had access to in my life. I wasn't sure if I would even last five seconds if she actually let me have sex with her. Before I could even steel myself, I felt her close the gap between us. She scooted back lodging my dick between my pelvis and her ass. She blew all my nerves away with that and I felt nothing but comfort.
I relaxed myself and reached around her front. For the first time in my life, I cupped her bare breasts. They were extremely soft and fleshy, yet had considerable weight to them. Her nipples were actually the kicker though, as they felt like bottle caps. They were hard and massive. I had never felt on tits this big before so I was completely absorbed in feeling on them. I felt her gently lay her hands over mines as I fondled her breasts. Suddenly she began rocking her hips slowly against my dick. During those few moments, I had forgotten about my dick as funny as that sounds. Her tits commanded all of my attention as I fondled them and imagined what they would look like in the light.
Once I focused on the sensation on my lower half, I understood that something was off. It didn't feel like it felt when she was grinding on me yesterday. I reached down, releasing my hand from her breast and shoving it between us. I noticed that she didn't have on any panties either. I was the only one who still had something on. The heat from that realization rushed throughout my whole body. My ears felt like they were puffing steam out. Not wanting to break our formation, I fiddled with my fly and popped my cock head out so it could rub directly against her ass. She realized what I was doing and waited till I finished before she pressed back into me. My cock head was dripping little beads of pre-cum. It was barely enough to notice, but I knew the feeling as I've been masturbating most of my life.
Her body was better than my wildest dream. So soft and warm, with features that could send guys on a masturbation session at first sight. Instead of going back for her tits, I reached down and cupped her entire right ass cheek. It was closest to my hand so I grabbed it and pulled hard enough to open her ass up. I looked down between us as though I would be able to get a view. It was pitch black in there. I couldn't even see my hand right in front of my face, but the aroma that came from under the blanket could end erectile dysfunction world wide. The smell was that erotic. I noticed while I grabbed her ass that the fingers closest to her center were on moist skin. I understood right then that she was wet.
slid closer so that my dick could lay in between her ass cheeks. I didn't plan on penetrating her, but I had plans to get a bit more frisky. As I moved through the blanket, I felt something cold on my left thigh. I couldn't tell at first because it was warm, but the movement allowed air to pass under the blanket and I felt it. My thigh had been sitting in a puddle she created on my sheets. She was beginning her waterfall again and drenching us both. I sat like that for a minute slowly forcing my cock up and down against the crack of her ass.
Suddenly, she turned around and laid on her back. My dick sat throbbing against her right thigh as I felt her reach under me in an attempt to raise me up off the bed. She was beckoning me to climb on top of her.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THIS IS REALLY ABOUT TO HAPPEN!" I screamed out internally.
My heart was beating so loud in my head that I couldn't even hear anything else. I climbed on top of her and she spread her legs wider that I thought possible. I was kneeling between her legs in her puddle of sliminess with my cock erect and stretching through the fly in my boxers. We were now in the proper position to start. Before I could do anything, she reached up and grabbed my neck. Forcing me to fall forward over her. My cock laid throbbing against her burning hot, gushing vortex as she pulled my head over her shoulder. I then heard her speak in my ear.
"Are you sure this is what you want? If you cross this line, our relationship will be changed forever," she whispered in a very submissive voice.
I am not sure who she thought she was talking to, but what guy in there right mind would back out in this situation. Even if I had a revelation and wanted to stop, my dick would override my thoughts and force me to do it anyway. My cock was throbbing so hard that it was actually aching. Instead of speaking in complete sentences, I gave her a simple word.
"Mhm," I hummed back into her ear.
She immediately grabbed my face and turned it towards hers. As she kissed me, she sucked both of my lips into her mouth. It felt like she was trying to suck my face in. I couldn't even open my mouth as she licked all over my lips furiously. She allowed me to open my lips after a few seconds. They were completely coated in her saliva. I attempted to kiss her normally and when I did, she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. Her tongue was shockingly long as it felt like she was about to reach my throat. She twirled and gyrated her tongue on top of mines, massaging my whole mouth. I had never kissed someone as experienced as her before. Even though she was dangerously close to my throat, it didn't feel bad at all. In fact, she was blowing my mind with her skills. Maybe I was a puppy compared to her.
After about three minutes of the most intense make-out session in my life, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth. As our lips separated she pulled my face back down to hers and licked all over my lips again. Her tongue was wiggling all over my face. It didn't matter if I had my eyes open or closed as it was pitch black anyway. I didn't do anything with my hands except use it to keep my balance over her. Every time she would run her tongue over my lips, she would split them apart and wiggle between them. I might as well have had zero experience when it came to her skills.
I suddenly felt her reaching down between us. I felt a bit nervous as I knew she was going to grab on my cock, but I lifted up slightly so that she could get through. I felt her grab on my shaft and stroke it up and down very gently. She then stopped at the base and I could feel her aim it at her pussy. She rubbed my cock head on her clit up and down before she slapped it on it forcefully.
"MMMMM," she moaned.
Meanwhile she didn't miss a beat with her lips. Sucking on my face like it was made of candy. She moaned ever so slightly in my mouth whenever she slapped my dick on her clit. I could tell she loved the feeling as she kept slapping my dick on her repeatedly for the next minute or so. With every slap, you could hear an intense smacking sound as she was soaking wet.
My dick started getting slight tingles and I hadn't even penetrated her yet. This was bad news as I was not going to be able to last. She was doing so much erotic love-making that I've never experienced before. I was used to a quick fuck, but I've never been completely taken advantage of like she was doing. She stopped slapping my dick on her and stroked my shaft back and forth two more times. I felt her go to the base of my cock and aim me at her scalding hot vortex again. She then pulled her arm out from between us and left it to me. The moment of truth was now on my shoulders.
I had no time to think or breathe as she was going to work on my face. I slowly lowered my hips until I felt my tip penetrate her creamy realm. It felt like I stuck my dick in boiling hot water. I slowly lowered myself inside of her until I ran out of length. I could feel her squeezing down on my dick really tight. Her walls were fully intact as it felt like she had a vice grip on my cock.
"AHHHH... yes please, please... GO JUST LIKE THAT!" she squealed as I plunged in her.
Instead of continuing her licking, she bit on my bottom lip and held onto it while she moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist. With every pump she would use her legs to force me down harder.
"OH GOD THAT FEELS SO NICE...MMMM, please FUCK ME with THAT FAT COCK!" she purred while talking into my mouth.
Her shocking words and the intense sensation made it so that I couldn't last long. After five cock-squeezing pumps, my balls and shaft were gripped with tingles. I didn't want to cum inside of her as I didn't know what kind of situation she was in.
"Ohh shit," I whispered to her as she was still latched onto my bottom lip.
As if reading my mind, she let go of my lip and pulled me out of her. I felt her urging me to sit on her stomach. I climbed up higher and straddled her stomach. She then pushed into my back again, urging me to go even higher. I damn near sat on her breast as my glistening cock hung over her face. My dick was covered is pussy cream and was throbbing as it was about to explode. Without the use of her hands, she leaned up and plunged her mouth to the base of my cock in one go.
"OHH!" I squealed as it was a bit shocking.
She sucked me in deep strokes. Never once did she stop halfway down. I could hear nothing but slurping sounds and a light choke every now and then as she took in my whole length. I heard her gagging herself as she was forcing me in her throat. I attempted to pull her head back slowly, but she wouldn't allow me to move her. She kept gagging herself on me, slobbering all over my dick. The feeling was to die for. It felt like an exact replica of her pussy. Very tight, hot, and wet. It didn't take but a minute for the demon to rise from within.
"OH SHIT, I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" I pleaded, expecting her to let up.
She wrapped her arms around me gripping my ass and forcing me further down her throat. How was she even supposed to breath during this time. I was suddenly overtaken by electricity and tingles as I exploded into her mouth. She did a rolling motion with her tongue under my shaft massaging the cum out of me.
"HOLY FUCK!" I moaned as my cock pumped round after round of sperm into her mouth.
I felt like I was blasting her brains out with how forceful my orgasm hit me. My ass clenched up and made me force myself deeper in her mouth. I sat atop her twitching ever so slightly as the pleasure train passed through me. My breathing had become deeper as I was starting to come down from the clouds. I could hear her swallowing every time I pumped a stream into her. She didn't let any land in her mouth as she swallowed it straight down as it came. I've never had someone allow me to cum anywhere except for a condom, so you can understand how excited I was. Not only did she let me cum in her mouth, but she swallowed it down straight away. That was so fucking hot.
After about a minute, I was beginning to go limp and the hyper-sensitivity was starting to set in. She would not release my cock. She was massaging it and twirling it with her tongue furiously.
"WOAH, wait a... sec," I squealed as the sensitivity was at its peak.
Not caring, she continued sucking and slurping away. I was twitching back and forth trying to ride out the tingles. It was not easy to sit still during that time. To my surprise though, I was hard again within a minute. I usually would have to wait ten to twenty minutes, but with her, she cut that down to almost nothing. This woman was so far out of my league. I was not prepared for her to be like this. As much as I was surprised though, I was turned on. Getting drained by the hottest milf I've ever seen did wonders for my ego. I felt like I was on top of the world at that point. Even the president would kneel before me.
Coming down from my ego-trip, I was sitting at full stiffness in her mouth. She popped me out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound and kissed the head of my dick. She then pushed on me, signaling for me to go back to her nether region. I climbed back into position and fixed myself between her legs. There was still a river down below as she was one of a kind when it came to making it flood. I felt her reaching up my chest to get a hold on my neck. She wanted to pull me back down and suck my face off again. Remembering that she just took my load, I hesitated for a second as I didn't want to taste my own seed. In the end though, I manned up and allowed her to pull me down as it was my seed anyway. She got straight to work immediately. Shoving her tongue all the way in my mouth and exploring every part.
Already knowing what she likes, I reached down and rubbed my dick gently side to side against her clit. She spread her legs open even wider and sucked on my lip harder.
"Slap on it please," she whispered into my mouth.
Following her command, I start slapping my dick on her clit again.
"Yes, MMMMMM... I love that thick cock slapping against my pussy," she confessed as she twitched with every slap.
Without warning, I pulled back and plunged into her pussy in one go.
"OHHH FUCK, you cock sucker... MMMMM. I just came all over your dick," she whimpered as she stopped kissing and squeezed me with her legs.
Her vagina was literally pulsating as it almost pushed me back out of her. She had stiffened up her body and jerked sided to side. Good thing I had just came a few minutes ago or I would have been at the edge again. The tightness felt so amazing that I just sat still for a minute while I enjoyed it.
"More please, I want more fucking," she squealed as she came down from her first orgasm.
I started out slowly pumping into her as she squeezed my dick tighter and tighter. After a few strokes, I picked up the pace. It was now a loud slapping sound with every stroke as I forced our bodies together.
"Give me your hand," she purred as she reached for my right arm.
I gave her my hand and leaned all of my weight on my left arm. She took four of my fingers and shoved them in her mouth.
"What a kinky woman," I thought to myself.
She sucked them in so deep that I could feel the entrance to her throat with my finger tips. I slowly gyrated my hips in an out of her as she sucked on my fingers like she wanted to swallow them. Suddenly, she pulled them out of her mouth.
"Rub on my clit with these," she whispered as she released my hands.
My hands were dripping with saliva, so I reached down to get a hold of her clit. I stopped stroking into her for a moment as my hands searched for the proper place.
"Don't stop fucking me PLEASE! Do both at the same time," she pleaded.
Understanding the situation now, I started pumping into her again while I rolled my finger around all over her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous as she immediately started jerking harder.
"YES... AHHHH.. OH GOD YES!" she screamed.
"YOU ARE GONNA MAKE ME CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK!" she yelled as she enjoyed my work.
I had a good technique going. I would plunge into her and flick her clit at the same pace. Each time her words would get more and more erotic.
"Just a little more, I'm almost there," she whimpered as she felt her second orgasm coming up.
I got more forceful and started pounding into her with more strength. I could hear the slapping sound of our thighs squishing together as I pumped into her. I started rocking the bed really hard as I was giving deep and fast strokes. Her breathing became heavier as I was forcing her to climax. No longer rubbing her clit, I use my free hand to gain more balance so I could go even faster. Before I knew it, I was pumping into her at about four strokes per second. She had gone quiet as I forced her into the mattress at an incredible pace. I could only feel her holding onto my arms as I thrashed her about.
"AHHHH, SO GOOD BABY... FINISH ME OFF... YES!" she begged as I tried to throw her back out.
Suddenly, I felt her trying to push me off of her as she fell into seizure mode. She arched her back all the way up and pushed against my chest beckoning me to pull out. I ignored all her attempts. The pressure that she was squeezing down on me with felt like enough to rip my dick off. It was so tight that I just had to continue stroking in and out.
"Baby... AHHHH... please, just a second," she pleaded.
Her cries fell on deaf ears as I picked up the pace even faster. Pounding into her contorted and twitching body sent chills through me. I felt like I was really laying pipe. That tight pressure urged my next load to begin its journey. I was thumping her against the mattress with more power than ever. Her twitches were becoming less frequent and her weird moves were settling down. Even though she was winding down, I was on my way up.
"Ugh, so tight," I whimpered as I pumped into her.
"Are you going to cum inside me?" she whispered.
I didn't know whether she was on birth control or had her tubes tied.
"Can I?" I asked as I neared completion.
"If you want," she said.
I continued pounding into her as I stroked myself to the peak. The sensation was as good the second time as it was during the first. The mattress springs were no match as they started squeaking in protest.
"Ahh, shit I'm about to cum again," I whimpered as my balls tightened up.
I pulled out near the last second as I was unsure about her answer and didn't want any problems later. I pointed it at her burning hot mound as I stroked myself roughly to urge the last explosion out. She reached down and yanked my hands off of my cock and aimed it back at her sopping wet hole. She then used her legs to force me back in. This time, she had me wrapped really tight. I couldn't even lift up to pump into her as she would rise with me. She had literally latched onto me, mashing her tits into my chest
"Wow," I thought to myself as she made it clear where she wanted it.
We had less than five seconds before I would blast her off to the moon. She licked up the left side of my face until she got to my ear. Where she nibbled on it.
"Flood my tight pussy," she purred in my ear while licking all over it.
As if following her command, my seed burst out with amazing force.
"Ohh yeah," I squealed while I enjoyed the ripples of pleasure surging through my body.
She gyrated her hips and squeezed even tighter to milk my cock for everything it was worth. I felt like I had died and went to heaven. Such a godlike feeling can only be experienced in heaven.
"That was amazing," I whispered as she laid back down releasing her grip on me.
She urged me to climb back on top her. My dick slipped out of her boiling hot cunt with a noticeable plopping sound. It was covered with our combined love-fluids and was still throbbing. She slurped it into her mouth while gently caressing my balls.
"Mmm," I moaned as I got my cock cleaned.
Not even twenty seconds later, the hyper-sensitivity had came back. Continuing with her tradition, she was steadily slurping and twirling it around on her tongue. I knew exactly what she was doing this time though.
"Woah, that's enough," I pleaded as I jerked from the over stimulation.
Completely ignoring me again, she made even louder slurping sounds. I reached down and grabbed her hair to pull her off my cock. She struggled a bit but eventually let go with a loud slurp. I was in full twitch mode as the sensation was too strong.
"WHEW!" I yelled as I let out a huge sigh.
"She would have probably never stopped if I didn't force her off of me," I thought to myself.
"Thanks for pulling me out of there. I was a goner," my dick said in my subconscious mind.
I collapsed on the bed, laying on my back as I was trying to simmer back down. The bed was messy, wet, and sticky all over. I felt her moving to get off the bed and then a gentle nudge on my arm.
"Come," she whispered.
I crawled across the bed being led by her arm as we made our way to my bedroom door.
"Oops," she snickered as she walked into the wall next to my door.
I burst out laughing as I would've probable done the same thing. She led me all the way to her bedroom. As soon as the door opened, I could smell her scent all in the room. We slowly walked hand in hand to her king-sized bed as she slid the covers out the way creating a space for me. Once I laid down, she slowly climbed in and hung over me. Her naked body laid over mines with her huge breast mashed against my chest. She then gave me the most passion-filled kiss I had ever had.
There was no erratic tongue movement or aggressive sucking. Just gentle kisses followed by the dance of our tongues. I was gently caressing her ass as we made out in total darkness. The only sound in the room was the smacking sound of our lips. After a few minutes of kissing, she finally got off of me and laid to my right. I turned to face her and she scooted back into me, locking us in a proper spooning position. She lifted up and reached for my right arm. Getting the hint, I extended it out and she laid on it. I then took my left hand and reached around to cup her breast. Not to squeeze on them or anything, but to just rest it there. I laid there silently and I ran over what had just happened in my memories. We had crossed the line and nobody sprouted horns or anything. Everything felt just fine, although her reactions in this whole situation blew my mind. After about ten minutes, the dream realm came to get me.
*****_____*****
Friday morning rolled around as I was awakened by the bed shaking. I opened my eyes and realized I was in an unfamiliar room. As I looked around I saw my mother's back facing me as she had just got out the shower and was putting lotion on her legs while she sat at the foot of the bed. My memories came blasting back instantly. I laid there watching her in the sunlight lotion herself. It dawned on me that I had not seen her naked last night. This morning would be the first time if she would turn around.
As if reading my mind, she stood up and turned to face me. I almost died from the beautiful sight that was in front of me. Her breasts looked like they were dipped in chocolate from how big and brown her areola were. They were the perfect size when you consider how big her actual nipples are. As if that wasn't enough to aid in a morning wood, her lower half would guarantee it. She had a perfect upside down triangle trimmed right into her pubic hair. Her vagina looked pinkish, but not much of it was showing. I sat in awe, gazing at the amazing figure that stood in front of me.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked as she pulled her hair up into a bun.
I gave her the "ok" sign with my hands, signaling my approval.She winked at me and then walked to her dresser to grab a bra and panties set. I sat under the covers, eyeballing her every move. She turned to face me with two different color bras. One was red and was practically see-through. The other was black with red stripes. Before she could even ask, I was already pointing at the see-through red one. She smirked at my reaction as she tossed the black one back in the drawer. She grabbed the matching panties and began to put them on.
Instead of just casually sliding them on, she turned around and bent all the way over. Giving me a nice view of her pink lower lips. She made sure to move extremely slow as she stepped into and pulled up her panties. It was near impossible not to have a hard-on while viewing something like this. Her bra was not as amazing as there was really no seductive way to put it on. Either way, I watched her every move as she positioned it properly on herself, forcing her breasts up and outwards. As I was watching her, I realized I didn't know what we were. Was she supposed to be my woman now, or were we just having sex but still going to continue our normal relationship.
Curious, I asked, "Mom, what are we?"
She stood still for a few moments as she turned serious. "We are in a fantasy. Anything that has happened between us is make-believe." she said as she made eye contact.
I could see in her eyes that she didn't want to label us. Maybe it was still too soon for that.
"A fantasy huh? So in this fantasy, what are you to me?" I asked, trying to get more information.
She looked away from me and said, "I'm just a random girl and you are a random guy."
I didn't care for that answer at all so I joked, "You are my wife? Wow my dreams have come true."
She looked at me with widened eyes after receiving my joke. A concerned look fell over her face.
"Is that what you really want?" she questioned while searching my eyes for the answer.
I decided to continue my joke, but bump it up to the extreme. "What I want is five kids and a stay-at-home wife." I joked while trying my best to hold a serious expression.
She froze at that answer and just stared at me as if I had something on my face.
I couldn't tell if she knew I was joking or not, so I added another one to make it obvious. "Actually, five kids is a bit weird. I would prefer twenty."
She smiled instantly as she finally caught on that it was a joke. I could see the relief in her eyes.
"You almost gave me a heart attack," she said.
"Why? Are you concerned about being a stay-at-home wife?" I joked as I acted like it was the main cause for concern.
"Yeah. It would seem terribly boring," she answered sarcastically.
"Too bad, it's what I assigned for you," I joked.
She ran over and dove on me. I burst out laughing as she moved pretty quick. Instinctively I wanted to put my knees up, but that would hurt her, so I just let her land on me. She laid on me, only separated by a blanket, as we just stared at each other laughing.
"You want something to eat," she asked.
"Mhm," I replied as I attempted to stretch while still laying down.
"Get yourself cleaned up and I'll make us something," she said.
She slid off of me and walked to her closet and grabbed another robe that I've yet to see before. It looked like a replica of the white silky one except it was black. She then left out of the room and headed to the kitchen. I laid back for a moment as I took everything in. She was acting as though everything was perfectly fine, so I would carry on the same way. I'm pretty sure we would eventually have to lay out some rules, but that would have to wait.
I got up and went to my room to get a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I expected to come in my room and find a destroyed mattress, but all the sheets had already been swapped. I guess she cleaned it before I woke up. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I went to piss and realized my dick was sticky and all my pubic hair was laying flat against me as if they were permed. I pulled it apart gently, just being curious, as I started my shower. When I finished taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I opened the bathroom door and was bombarded with the smell of breakfast. I stopped at my room door and tossed my dirty boxers in there as I made my way to the dining room. She already had two plates of food laid out and was getting some juice as I entered.
"Smells good," I said as my stomach was growling.
She gave a smirk as she sat a cup of orange juice in front of me. What was noticeable about the setup is that the plates were right next to each other. She never sat next to me when we were the only two eating, but she made sure she was right next to me this time. I grabbed a fork and dug in. We didn't have much conversation as we were too busy stuffing ourselves. As I finished, I went to reach for the plates to take them to the dish washer before she stopped me.
"I'll take care of it," she smiled.
I got up and made my way to the living room. I grabbed the remote and flopped down in the lazy-boy chair as I turned the TV on. I kicked the recliner portion out and laid back watching some shows. About ten minutes later I could hear my mother making her way to the living room. She went to the loveseat and curled up in her favorite position.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"Some reality show," I yawned. "Why are you sitting so far away?"
She raised an eyebrow at that question before she got slight grin. She then walked over to me and sat straight down in my lap. She had her legs hanging sideways off the arm of the chair and she leaned against me sideways. I wasn't hard at the time, but feeling her soft body on me urged it to come with blistering speed. Feeling me getting hard, she lifted herself up slightly, allowing me to properly adjust my cock before she sat back down. I wrapped my arm around her and rested it on her stomach as I pretended to continue watching the show. As soon as she sat on me, the show immediately turned into another language as I couldn't understand it anymore.
"We need to talk about how we have to act around people we know," she said as she massaged my head.
"I already know. Act like a normal mother and son," I assured.
"Exactly, don't attempt to touch me or say anything strange and out of the ordinary," she commanded.
"I know better than to do something like that, I'm not an idiot," I replied.
"You aren't?" she joked.
I tickled her side for teasing me, causing her to squeal. She jerked in my lap trying to get my hand off of her.
"Seriously though, stay on your "A" game or else I will react violently," she pestered. "Having anyone catch us, especially your dad, would be a nightmare. As long as we are away from people we know, you can act however you want. But in the presence of others, our "thing" is on hold."
"I know, I know," I whined as it was obvious even without her saying it.
"Since we are away from others right now, how about we...," I said as I reached down and rubbed her ass to gesture what I wanted.
"Are you sure you want your balls drained so early? You will have no energy for tonight," she purred as she started rocking us gently in the chair.
That comment sent tingles running down my spine. It was so straight forward and assuring. Recalling the scene from last night though, I had a change of heart. "Maybe I should wait," I said, trying to back out of my previous advance.
"Don't let me talk you out of it. It's up to you," she whispered.
She likes to keep going multiple times in a row. If I got started, she would quickly drain me as she was a monster. Looking at her face, you could never guess that she was so naughty in bed. I could hardly believe that she was my mother with all the things that she did.
"I'm fine, I'd rather wait," I said as I gave in to her suggestion.
She smiled as she leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. And then another, and then another. She was quickly increasing the passion of the kisses with each one. Before I knew it, she was sliding off of me to pull my shorts down. I lifted up slightly so that they would come down easier. As much as I wanted to wait, I wasn't one to put up a fight against a blowjob. My shorts came off, springing my dick up in the air. She looked at me while she seductively wet her lips. Her eyes appeared to be sparkling from the light. I stroked myself a few times out of habit and she jerked my hands out of the way as if they were a nuisance. She leaned over and licked my cock head a few times while staring straight at me. Those beautiful hazel eyes looked amazing as she hovered over my dick.
Her tongue was abnormally long as she twisted and twirled it over my cock. It quickly grabbed my attention as I had never seen it fully extended out of her mouth before. She licked up and down my shaft wetting the entire thing. Suddenly, she plunged to the base of my cock.
"AHH!" I squealed as the sudden pleasure was intense.
I instinctively grabbed her hair bun and used it as a handle to control her pace. She gave over control to me as long as I didn't attempt to stop. Every time I attempted to stop, she would resume on her own. No matter how fast I went, she would allow it. Intense slurping sounds could be heard echoing through the living room. She would gag when I forced her all the way down, but she seemed to prefer that as she always tried to gag herself even without me. I chose to stick at the same pace that I usually masturbate to as I could last longer that way. She didn't pull up to breath a single time. Looking at her actually do it was sexier that you can imagine. A few minutes of her deep throat is all any guy would need to release his children. I could feel the tingle starting at the base of my cock.
"I'm going to cum soon," I whispered.
She started gently squeezing on my balls once I said that. My balls were very sensitive and I didn't normally enjoy people touching them, but it felt amazing right before I came. Her knowledge of sex far surpassed mines. It made me feel like I was in over my head.
As I was about to cum, the porn star in me came out. I wanted to see it splatter on her face. I waited until I was about one stroke out before I pulled hard on her hair. Ripping my cock out of her jaws of life with a loud slurping sound. Before she could do anything, I had already shot the first stream.
"Ahh SHIT!, I yelled as I stroked myself with my free hand, cumming on her lips.
She smacked my hand off her head hard and forced her mouth back over my dick while I was still gushing.
"Holy shit," I squealed as she multiplied the pleasure with that maneuver.
She sucked on my cock head as though it was a straw in her favorite drink. She used her hands to squeeze out every last drop before she swallowed it in one big gulp. I laid back enjoying the feeling of having my cock sucked so forcefully. After a minute or two of her sucking, I started to go limp. She pulled her same move again. Twirling my flaccid penis around in her mouth trying to get me hard again. Already being hip to her moves, I grabbed her hair.
"Not right now," I commanded.
Completely ignoring me as usual, she continued sucking, causing me to twitch in the chair. I reached down and got a better grasp on her hair as I pulled hard yanking her off of me. A loud sucking sound echoed as she sat panting over my dick.
"You don't follow directions very well," I joked while looking down at her.
Her eyes were completely glazed over with lust as she took her finger and scooped up the rest of my cum on her face and jammed it in her mouth. She reached down and started rubbing on her pussy. It was clear that she wanted to get off as well.
Getting the hint, I asked, "You want some to?"
She nodded her head and immediately got up to walk to the loveseat. She sat down and gaped her legs open as far as they would go. As soon as I looked at her panties, I could see a darkened outline of her juices soaking the material. The smell coming from her was strong enough to tranquilize an entire stadium of men. I knelt down in front of her and she had already started squeezing her breasts. I reached out to slide her panties out of the way to get access to the tropical rain forest that sat between her legs. Once I grabbed them, I heard my cell phone ringing in my room.
We both looked at each other as I thought about whether I should get it. I thought about who could be calling me and then I remembered my dad. I jumped as I realized what day it was. Friday was their anniversary day and he wanted me to give her the gifts during that time. I jumped up and ran to get my phone, startling her in the process. I checked to see who it was and it was my dad.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Son, it's time for the gifts. Get them ready and give her your phone," he said as he sounded like he was in a hurry.
"Okay," I responded as I pulled the gifts out from hiding and brought my phone out to my mother.
When I got to the living room, she was already rubbing her pussy and squeezing on her tits. She looked so sexy while doing that. I shook my head at her signaling that she should stop as I handed her my phone.
"Who is that?" she asked
"Dad," I responded.
As if she snapped back to reality, she quickly stood up and straightened herself out. I waited for her to finish and then I handed it to her.
"Hey dear, how is everything," she said as she was staring at me.
I waited for the moment in their conversation where he would tell her about the gifts I had in my hand. They engaged in small talk for a few minutes, so I went to sit back in the lazy-boy chair. Suddenly she yelled out in a fake over dramatic scream.
"OH MY GOD! Thank you so much!," she yelled into the phone.
I took one look at her and could tell it was phony. She never reacts like that and means it. I got up and walked over to her so that she could get the bag out of my hand. She took it and pulled out the two boxes. I walked back over and laid out on the loveseat as I tried to tune out their conversation and listen to the TV.
"Alright, see you soon, bye," she said as she hung up the phone.
She tossed my phone to me as she went into her room. When she came back out, she had only my necklace on.
"I bet this is the one you got me," she said as she played with it on her neck.
"How did you know," I asked.
"Because it actually makes sense," she snickered.
I returned the laugh because I told my dad that his was a bit off. He thought the high price would make up for it though.
"How does it look on me," she asked as she poked her chest out to me.
I looked at her and could see it resting just a bit above her cleavage line. She only had on a robe and underclothes, so I naturally let my eyes drop to her cleavage.
"It looks wonderful on you," I replied while looking at her breast.
She giggled before getting back serious.
"Can we... finish," she purred as she pointed to her leg that had a stream of fluid dripping down her inner thigh.
I nodded my head in agreement with her. Before I could move, she had pulled her panties down and was pushing on my chest to keep me lying down. I stayed still as she mounted my chest. She kept scooting higher until she was right above my face. There was a trail of her sliminess all on my shirt. She looked down at me, lining up properly with my face. I took a look at her pussy and it was steamy and creamy. Even though she had just slid it across my shirt, it was regaining its wetness with incredible speed. Her clit protruded outwards and looked like it was red hot and throbbing. I slowly stuck my tongue out and slid it across her clit.
"Mmmm" she moaned.
I reached up and grabbed her ass to stabilize her as I ran my tongue faster across her bean. It had no taste at all really. Nothing to compare it to. I spent a few moments tracing over it before I started picking up the pace. Following my rhythm, she began humping against my tongue.
"Suck on it," she moaned while still rocking against my tongue.
Following her directions, I lined my lips up with her clit and sucked it into my mouth. She immediately dropped all of her weight on my face, shoving it into my mouth.
"YESS! So good!" she squealed
After giving her a tight suction, she started sliding against my face. I couldn't move my head as she had all her weight on it as she ground herself against me. She rubbed her vagina from my chin, all the way to my eyebrows. Covering my face with her sweet juices. The only thing I had to do was stick my tongue out and she would do all the work.
"AHH, GOD YES!... MMMM," she moaned like crazy as she sat on my face.
It felt like I would drown a few times as she sat her sopping hole straight over my nose and kept rubbing it.
"I'm almost there, suck really hard this time," she commanded.
Following her cues, I waited until she lined her clit up with my mouth and sucked on it like I was trying to tear it off of her.
"AHHH FUCK... YES BABY, I'M CUMMING!" she yelled as she pulled herself off of my face and fell backwards laying across me.
She clamped her legs shut as she had a twitching fit on top of me. I gently massaged her thighs as I waited for her to come down. She was in that state for a good two minutes. I just sat there completely smothered in her cream, watching her tits bobble all over.
"That felt so good," she whimpered as she was catching her breath.
She continued to lay on me for what seemed like hours, but was actually just a few minutes. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the front door sending us both straight to panic mode. She rolled off of me and grabbed her panties, then we both darted towards the hallway. She ran into her bedroom and I went in my room, wiping my face off on my shirt before taking it off completely and tossing it in my closet. I grabbed a clean t-shirt as I made my way to the front door. I was covered in her scent, but I didn't have time to get cleaned up. My heart was pounding as this was terrible timing. I looked through the peep hole and was immediately filled with anger. This was the last person that I wanted to see at the door as I knew what was about to come.