For the second wonderful day I woke lying next my beautiful, elegant mother. The soft, warm, late summer sun streamed through the window so when I gently pulled the sheet off her it bathed her naked body. Her hair greying red hair framed her lovely face which had wrinkles, and those soft, proof a lifetime "brow to neck, morning, noon and night moisturize" worked. We both had done so since childhood and mums face and neck now showed the benefit.
Rising gently with the breath her tits were a glory, topped by her pink "thimble" nipples. Her ex may have been a louche lethario after some free advertising, but he was a good surgeon. Would have I have found and given into my lustful desire if Mum had not had this done?
Oh my, she was a magnificent woman.
We had spent yesterday afternoon on the beach, naked but thanks to lashings of sun scream the golden sunlight added to her own sun kissed glow, not any angry red burning. Yes she may be plumper here, flabbier there and wrinkled by cellulite on her buttocks and thighs, but really who cared?
To me she was at almost 60, my Mum was in her absolute prime, a beautiful, majestic woman who had matured perfectly. I now had the burning, animalistic need to breed her burning inside me. All without the drama of the monthly mood swings and actual pregnancy. For me now, my two kids closing in on university, she seemed a near perfect life partner.
Honestly the only slight blemish to her maturity of perfection was her wispy pubes covering her long, gorgeous gash. Soon I promised myself, soon nothing would obscure my lecherous ogling and ravishing of the glorious cunt that had given me birth.
Oh how I wanted to fall on her, drive my hard cock into her vagina and breed and breed again with my mother.
But first, I thought, mum being mum, I better get a coffee. Throbbing cock bobbing with each step I walked to the kitchen to return with bacon sandwiches and coffee.
"Oh darling, Breakfast In Bed, you do spoil me, what a treat!" Mum was sat up, the sheet still discarded, legs akimbo, one hand lightly brushing her long, luscious labia. My glorious slut of a Mum was putting herself on display, knowing this would just fan the flames of my burning need to fuck her.
Mum didn't need to read my lustful thoughts, they were made all too visible visible by my iron hard, pulsing prick.
"Coffee first my darling perverted, filthy, lecherous, incestuous Son, breakfast before you breed with your slut-whore mother again!"
I groaned with disappointment, putting it on a little but her dirty talk was so horny it was only a little. Her first thing morning coffee was a must have essential.
We sat nuzzled up close as we ate the sandwiches. I knew they wouldn't be the last smoky sweet salty bacon rashers I would enjoy; I glanced down at my birth cunt and the long labia, like the sweetest bacon crowning the long gash of Mum's vulva.
"They have to go." I ran my fingers dismissively over her curly pubes. We agreed that I would shave her pubic area as smooth as my own.
I went to fetch the shaving kit, a small bowl of hot water and a towel to spread under her plump ass. The baby oil was in a bedside cabinet drawer where I kept it with my collection of cock and balls rings.
Mum hadn't seen me dressed in them yet, so back to my mum I splashed some oil on my ball sack and slid on my favourite curved ball stretcher. It was made of quality black silicone, three inches at it longest, two at its shortest.
It both stretched the skin tight over my testicles, revealing their shape, and pushed them forward to be on open display. I slid a clear cock ring on, pushing it down to the base of my shaft; instantly as the blood flow out the veins was restricted, my erection firmed and the pulsing, throbbing, bobbing of my engorged penis increased.
Dressed like that the extra weight and low hanging swing of my balls made me feel much more sexually potent. Should I want, or let, my partner, my testicles we're pushed out needing to be stroked, slapped, tickled or crushed.
"What are you doing?"
"Your womanhood is about to be displayed and so..." I turned round.
"Oh..Wow!"
"...I wanted to put my manhood on display as well."
"Oh wow! They...I...wow...you...they look absolutely fucking glorious! What a man you are, my beautiful Slut-Whore Son, what a man!"
"Fit to breed you I hope?"
"Oh my word, fit to breed me indeed! It's just glorious to see how...how potently, how powerfully you want me!" She reached forward to lightly brush my now iron hard cock and then down to my nakedly exposed testicles.
"I don't want them to ever be shy for you again, Mum, these are as much your testicles as mine, they grew inside you for nine months. They, and everything in them, are from now on for you, and you alone!"
She stood up, looked up at me, smiled and gently put both hands around my testicles, which bound as they were couldn't just withdraw shyly. I caught my breath.
"Do you mean that?" She squeezed.
"I do mum...I have two kids, I don't need to chase moody young bitches when I have you. I want to be yours..."
"These are mine." It wasn't a question but a statement as she cupped. Y testicles, the wellspring of me as a man.
"They are...feel them, squeeze them." I gasped as she slowly increased the pressure, setting of fireworks of pleasure in my brain. I gasped, she looked up at me, our adoring gaze locked.
"More?"
"They are yours Mum take them...make them yours." She smiled thrilled to have my, her masculinity so utterly in her control.
As if she was washing her hands she massaged my, rather now her testicles, increasing the pressure each time. The intense pain was quite exquisite sparking fireworks in my brain. I was seeing stars and starting to pant as her grip closed on her testicles. I needed my mum to see, to feel, how much she was loved and trusted by her son.
"I thought men didn't want their balls touched, let alone this. Oh my!" She looked down to see my, her, testicles squeezed flat between her palms.
"Not my balls..." I gasped, the exquisite agony was making my body tremble. "Yours." She locked gaze again, gave one last squeeze that made her testicles suddenly shoot out of her grip. My knees gave way, I nearly fell as dribble of precum seeped from my cock head. Mum leant forward to lick it away.
"You were completely at my mercy then! Wow, that made me feel so...powerful and in control control of you, you gave me such trust."
"I love you mum, giving my maleness to you like that is ultimate trust...I needed to show you...to give myself as a man to you."
"Oh yes my sweet child, oh yes you did! I need so much to be loved and to love you!" I smiled, chuckling slightly. My heart was pounding, my dressed and compressed manhood pulsing powerfully after the crushing, sweet caress. Yes I was burning with lust to breed myself with this magnificent woman, but more overpowering was a breaking wave of love for my Mum.
""Oh Mum, yes."
"I never knew before, but now...well, being so wanted, so desired, so trusted is so wonderfully intoxicating! We should live, love, lust together!" We embraced, kissing passionately, my still hard cock rubbing scratchily against her pubes.
She ran her hand dismissively over her wispy bush. "Now get these gone, let me show you my cunt properly!"
She lay down ready, legs spread and I stood just looking at her for a minute or two, still wearing the cock and ball ring my prick was rock hard, each pulse making it bob and sway.
"Oh my boy, you really do want me don't you?"
"Who wouldn't?"
"Well for sure I have never, ever felt so desired, so desirable as a woman before. You make me feel so...like I really am so beautiful that a much younger man can literally eat me with his eyes, ravishing me with such naked lust..." She had looked me up and down before fixing her gaze on my rock hard cock.
"It is no more than you deserve my gorgeous, magnificent mother." I took a deep sight, pushing back the primal lust which wanted me to jump on and breed my mum.
"Try and relax." I said, kneeling down, with her help putting a towel under her plump ass. Wordlessly from each corner of the bed I pulled out a cuff restraint and tightened each strap in turn. Mum was now unable to move completely at my mercy.
We were both trembling with the anticipation and sexual arousal pulsing through our bodies as I started the hair trimmer.
I slowly, carefully began to remove most of the grey fuzz, brushing it onto the towel. I rested the handle on her and circled it slowly over her more pubic mound and slowly moved it round and down to hover over her clitoral sheath.
The blood rushing to her labia made them flush red and start to open like the petals of a flower. Mums clitoris peeked out as it swelled to tumescence. Mum was clearly already highly aroused by the stimulation of my lustful gaze and now the vibrations from the buzzer.
"Mmmmm..." She threw her head back, eyes closed, arcing her back as the first stirrings of an orgasmic wave started to crash towards her.
I pulled the buzzer away and turned it off. Her eyes shot open.
"More...I need more..." she said imploringly, struggling against the restrains. I knew the immense frustration of having a lover just suddenly make the orgasmic wave stop, the promise of ecstatic release to recede away.
"Not yet Mum, not yet."
"Please! I was so...so close to..."
"Not yet Mum." She glared at me.
"Oh you...you clit tease you. When?"
"Soon Mum, now I am just going to massage some oil all round, it really helps the razor glide along."
"Oh you are fucking tormenting me you naughty boy! I will have to punish you for this later!" She wasn't kidding, she was angry and gyrated and thrust her crotch desperately seeking stimulation to get her back to the promise of orgasm.
"Oh you will need to punish your naughty little boy Mum!"
I smiled at her as I trickled some baby oil over her trimmed pubic area and slowly began to work it round all of the stubbly pubic area. I teased and tormented her by massaging in her most sensitive areas until her body started to compulsively respond as that wave of climax began to build.
Her labia we're a deep pink now, puffy, engorged and gaping open ready to receive the thrusting cock she craved to meet her animal need to breed. He clitoris was a deep purple, with small but distinct glans head that seemed to pulse with unfulfilled anticipation.
And then I stopped again, letting her crash back from the approach of bliss. She cussed and cursed me at this new frustration piled upon the last.
From a bedside draw I pulled out a ball gag and before she knew it her protests were muffled. For the first time since our reunion I saw in her eyes the red hot flash of anger that used to have me rushing to comply as a boy. it seemed likely that punishment promised to be genuine.
Next I scooped some of the warm water over her crotch and began to work the bar of shaving soap directly on her skin. I am an old school user of shaving soap, not gels or foam. Her eyebrows arched quizzically.
And then I began to work the shaving brush over her already aroused and sensitive pubic area. As this worked up the rich, creamy lather it would be gently tickling and tormenting her anew. She started to move and thrust her groin up trying to push into the soft brush, but it gave no pressure back.
When I moved it over her clitoris and gently rotated the soft, well lathered bristles around her pulsing arousal, Mums low background moan, muted by the gag, got more urgent and desperate. Arcing her back she thrust her clit into the heart of the brush as I circled on her.
Several times she suddenly and forcefully arced her back, thrashing around and even with the gag in her moan was louder.
I kept twirling the brush, she stretched out and pulled her crotch down to get away, she glared at me and shook her head now. Already at a peak of climax I was teasing her, with just the gentle tickling of the shaving brush, above and beyond ecstatic release.
Her head fell back, her body fell flat but continued to convulse and she panted heavily through her nose. I didn't know quite where she was on the ecstasy scale, but I knew she was now well beyond an orgasmic high. I moved the brush away and she released a sigh or relief.
She lifted her head a little to watch as I began to run the five blade shaver over her stubble, rasping as it cut the pubes. I stopped and put a pillow behind her head so she could watch. I was taking the greatest care to shave her, moving slowly and calmly despite the overpowering lust to fuck my Mum.
I used a wet flannel to wipe the soap lather off, paused to admire Mum's swollen cunt lips, which had unpeeled ready to welcome back my cock into the depths of her vagina. The engorged clitoris seemed to have added half an inch and length and girth.
My cock was now throbbing painfully from such sustained arousal and erection. The shaft glowed from all the blood pumped in there, the surface veins raised prominently. My deep purple glans shined and shimmered, half out of my foreskin, a globule of precum clung oozing with my desperation to breed with Mum.
I trickled some more baby oil and with a sense of urgency worked it round to avoid shaving burn. And then I fell on Mum, looking down to ensure my cock met her open cunt and began to thrust with a desperate urgency.
I went to kiss her and at the last moment pulled off the gag, mashing our lips together. She responded with her tongue and we kissed deeply, urgently, lovingly as I rushed towards orgasm.
It hit my like a steam train, it felt like my cock and balls exploded with cum. I pounded on a few more times but was spent. In a haze of ecstasy and struggling for breath I broke our kiss.
"I love you Mum!" I gasped, we locked eyes, hers aglow with passion.
"I love you Son!" She caught a breath, kissed my nose. "But I will have to punish my naughty little boy for teasing me so. Now untie me!"
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We had fallen asleep with my cock still in mum, both spent after the protracted cunt tease shaving session and ensuing, jackhammer fuck.
The alarm on mums phone woke us, a reminder that the bulk of her luggage was due to be delivered in an hour so. Still entwined in the a loving mother-son embrace we kissed, caressed and soon found ourselves fucking again, a slow, sensual coupling.
Mum locked eyes with me as we neared the soft, gentle climax from this love making. "Oh my sweet Baby, cum in your Mum!"
"I will...I am...ohhhh..." I gave one last thrust, her head rocked back as this gentler orgasmic wave convulsed me I bred more sperm into my mothers vagina. Brushing her fingers through my buzz cut hair, she kissed and nuzzled the top of my head.
"Oh thank you my boy, thank you!"
Reluctantly I got up to dress to be ready for the courier, but still couldn't take my eyes off mums soft, sensuous, sensational body and magnificent, now fuzz free cunt.
I got lunch ready and mum walked through to the kitchen. Still naked, she leant back against the counter top, splaying her legs to display her now smooth and oh so glorious pussy. My cum from both recent unloads was still seeping from her slightly puffy vulva, trickling down the long labia and her inner thighs.
"You do know Son your cum bucket slut-mother whore needs cleaning after you fill her?" She reached down to tease her labia apart, loosing a trickle of cum, my cum from my her; it was a most sweet and delicious invitation.
"Of course Mum." I knelt down, put a hand on each hip and feasted on mummy cunt, burying my mouth into her vulva, tonguing her as deeply as I could, sucking my ejaculate back out her vagina.
As I did she moaned and pushed my face into firmly into her groin. She began to thrust and hump, to face fuck me and drive as much of her sloppy, sopping wet cunt as far into my mouth as she could.
"Again! Again!" She urged, grinding my face into her even further, I could barely breath, snorting in air through my nostrils when I could. She started to gasp repeatedly, urgently then as she reached that's moments peak of ecstatic release.
"Oh I am..." A gush of pee bust from mums urethra which was almost pressed against my face, squirting into my eyes, stinging. She pulled my face out of her cunt, letting me catch my breath and a mouthful of her sweet, golden piss. She bit her lip battling against the orgasmic convulsion to regain control of this most basic of bodily instincts.
"Let it go Mum!" She looked at me questioningly. "I love it! I want it!" I assured her. She let her body relax back in to the release of ecstasy and gave me her gloriously full, deliciously sweet and delightfully warm glorious gush of her golden shower.
The full flow of piss jetted from her urethra, still just inches away from my face it sprayed all over my head, hair and soaked my body. I moved my mouth to catch it and swallow of my mothers sweet pee as I could, it overflowed my mouth and ran down me.
The majestic flow slowed and as the last drops dribbled out I latched on to her urethra to lick and suck it dry.
At that moment the doorbell rang; mums luggage! She was naked, still trembling from the ecstatic release, so clearly couldn't go. I got up to go to the door her piss dripping off me, she grabbed my arm.
"You can't...you are soaked in...you smell of...my piss...". I looked out the window, yes, it was still hosing down with rain.
"I have a plan!" I assured her as I rushed to the front of the house. "Won't be a moment!" I bellowed at the front door, hearing a muffled OK in reply. I went into the front shower room, stepped into the shower and gasped as the full on blast of cold water hit me all over, hopefully rinsing off most of the piss.
Grabbing a towel I was rubbing myself down as I opened the door.
"Sorry I was unblocking a gutter at the back!" I made my excuse, rather proud that it was a pretty good one to cover our golden shower. He laughed, it was. I helped carry in the many bags and boxes of luggage, it marked the end of my mums stay overseas these last few years. If I hadn't been soaking already, I would have been after that anyway.
When it was all in I walked back to the kitchen, mum stood at the door, I paused again to ogle her sumptuous nakedness.
"You must take your wet clothes off darling." I gladly did. As she went to put the wet stuff in the washing machine I warmed up our lunch. We needed some sustenance after such a delightful, sexy, sensual morning.
"You do remember I still need to punish you for the way you teased and tormented me with that damn brush!" She said; I laughed. "Son," the boss mother note was back in her voice "I am not kidding! That fucking thing was tickling, teasing torture. You must order one to add to our stash of bedside essentials."
"The shaving soap helped it's very..."
"Mmm yes, it felt lovely...I thought I would, feel scratchy but it feels so soft and lush down there. Should have done it years ago!"
"It makes your cunt look even more majestic mum, and it's nice not to be tickled when I was cleaning my slut-whore's cum bucket out."
"Oh darling! Your dad never seemed to like my pussy, the bush was much thicker then, even before kids my gash was big...got that from my mum and the families broad hips, he always thought I was too...he didn't really fill...feel...no feeling...".
"And, well after pushing you two out neither of us could really tell if he was even in there. He preferred wanking, had a stash of barely legal college girl porn, seemed easiest to let him...better not to really offer it up to him than have him reject me, limp, uninterested. The years of rejection...". She looked down sadly.
"Must have hurt Mum, you clearly have passionate needs, we all do I reckon." She nodded.
"He wanted a tight pussy, for his cock, his ego, his sense of manliness, one I never had, even as a virgin. These hips...plenty of room down there." She laughed, but it was sad, not happy. I touched her hand to console her.
"This cock, this ego, this man thinks you are just perfect for him."
"Really? Not too old, too flabby, too wrinkly?"
"Absolutely not...surely you must know that after the last two days together? Me...I am done with the roller coaster of PMT putting me through hell every four weeks, and a cunt so tight she couldn't, wouldn't, refused to let me in...blow jobs were great but I needed..."
"More darling, we both needed more and now we have found it!" He hugged and kissed for several minutes.
We moved the luggage, some to our bedroom, some to what had been earmarked for mum, not that she would use it unless we had someone else staying.
We would unpack most of the stuff later. The rain had eased and after getting dressed took a trip out, ending up at a harbor side restaurant for dinner.
"I think we should have a lazy evening, you can have your punishment in the morning my naughty boy?"
"What do you have in mind Mum?"
"Hmm...well you mentioned something i hadn't heard of, so looked it up. Ah...yes, that's something I hadn't fantasized about exactly until I looked it up and...well, wow, it's like...that's what I have been wanting to do without knowing it..." Mum was speaking quickly, flushed with excitement, searching for words.
"I...well you know I like to tell you...order, boss you at times and thing kind of seemed the most perfect...well, and then I looked through your bedside cabinet and, so I thought, you don't have that splendid little collection for its decorative effect." Hmm...we had chatted over lots of kinks and sexy wrinkles, I wasn't clear how she wanted to punish me.
"What, the dildo's?"
"Uh huh, I guess you use them?"
"Sure do, I dildo myself often, just love the feeling of being stretched open and penetrated deep. My ex got a power kick working me with them and...well I liked it so used it as part of my regular masturbation cycle."
"Can you take the monstrous one..." she asked about my biggest dildo, 12" long, 7.5" circumference; lifelike in moulding it was an impressive silicon penis. I nodded.
"All the way, need to be warmed up first, can't take the bigger ones from cold." Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wow, thats impressive, it must feel very...filling and fulfilling. Ever taken a real cock?"
"No, just my ex, she fingered and dildo'd me regularly, not with the two bigs ones mind, I only got those after, wouldn't trust her with those. Don't have that problem with you."
"Ah thanks Darling. You have some other...interesting looking toys and thinks in the cabinets and under your bed. You must show me them when we get home, it seems like just the stuff to bring a lifetime suppressed fantasy, a filth, glorious perversion to life."
"Wow Mum, that's great and you must give anything, everything a go if you, we, can!" We chatted on as I reassured her she was perfectly normal to have kinks and fantasies. When we got home I gave my mum a quick run through of the various tools and toys I had acquired over the years.
It was clear she could see her fantasy getting more real, in the shape of my punishment tomorrow morning...
...which broke bright and sunny, entwined and wrapped together. I didn't know exactly what she had in mind for my punishment, but we pretty sure she would be bossing my anus around. That wouldn't be an entirely new experience for me and my brain raced with the thrill of anticipation.
We had breakfast in bed again looking at the beach nudes and finally agreeing the one to order a big canvas print for. We both thought one for the living room would raise visitors eyebrows...but why not?
I had explained to Mum that before anal sex I would need to douche. She was keen to watch and looked on fascinated, I had brought brought a bucket in, overfilled my colon and released the water out in one explosive gush. She went to get her phone to film the second and third ass piss, by then the water was clean.
And then it was Punishment Time...
I could see Mum was flushed with anticipation. There was a long suppressed desire to be to dominatrix she could now release. She had never really done this sort of thing and showing her some of the kit last night she had started to think how to live this out with me. I knew I should set a safe word or signal with her...but stopped myself at the last moment.
If I was going to give myself over to my Mum I didn't want to then stop her self expression. It felt such a thrill to let myself be helpless before her.
"So may darling Boy, are we ready..."
"Oh yes Mum, from now I..."
"Shut up you disgusting pervert!" From under the bed cover she pulled out the slap paddle and thrashed my backside. "Not a fucking word, is that clear?" She looked me up and down with contempt, instantly getting into the role she had dreamt to play. "You will be punished for looking at me so lecherously, for making your mum let her fuck you, for tormenting me yesterday so...on your knees in the middle of the bed knelt over the wedge..."
She then bound me so I was on my knees, ass in the air, legs spread, unable to move. the arm restraints at the head of the bed to pull my arms out. Hands trembling she put the ball gag and then the blind fold on me. I was totally helpless, at her mercy with no safe signal. My heart pounded with anticipation, my cock swelled with the thrill and excitement I was feeling.
I felt her oil my backside and groin, she grabbed my balls and crushed them into her fist and forced a curved stretcher on, but backwards so my nuts jutted out. Mum then ran three cocks rings down to the base of my cock, to make sure I stayed hard for what she had planned.
"Now that's better my filth pervert of a son. How dare you..." she slapped an ass cheek hard, very hard with the paddle. Then the other and then...for a couple of minutes she spanked me until my ass cheeks burned. I tried to writhe with the pleasure of it but couldn't move.
She stopped and I could hear her breathing heavily. So the spanking was over...no! Thwack she spanked my bound, exposed testicles and pain exploded in my brain. But she hadn't used the same arm swing force as on my buttocks, I had told her last night how my balls could only take a wrist flick. So sting, hurt and make my brain explode as it did, she was just, only just, at a level I could tolerate, indeed enjoymb.
She spanked me on the balls again, again...I wanted her to stop...or did I? Yes it was agony but also so exquisite and to be so utterly at her mercy, to let he be so utterly in control of me, was extremely arousing.
No, didn't want mum to stop. I started to dribble precum which flew off my cock as she slapped my balls again and again.
I was gasping for breath though my nostrils, almost throwing up, dreading another spank. Then she stopped, I could hear her breathing heavily. She grabbed my cock, yanked back my foreskin and began to pummel her hand from glans to root over, the oil essential to let it glide as otherwise the friction on my naked glans would have been too much.
Almost immediately I rushed over the ecstatic high sparing cum all over my torso, some on my face my lips. But she didn't stop.
"Like it do you, you slut whore... wait until I milk you dry..."
She pumped my cock relentlessly, no pause, no respite and there was nothing I could do to stop it, my groans muffled by the gag. My cock was now way over stimulated and I needed her to stop but she didn't. The cock rings meant that I stayed hard so she could keep milking me relentlessly. I came again...she carried on, actually pumping faster, using the other hand to dribble more baby oil on.
I lost count of the ejaculations, each getting weaker, it felt like my cock was on fire, aching balls drained dry, I was dry orgasming constantly now, but a few, painful, last dribbles of cum seeped out as my poor pummelled balls were well and truly milked dry.
Suddenly she stopped. She had milked me dry and I feared she had hardly started. With nothing left to ejaculate whatever came next any pleasure from it couldn't be expressed with cum.
"That's just for starters you naughty boy."
There was a pause, I could hear her panting slightly and move into position. She began to rim my ass with her tongue, teasing and probing at my anal sphincter, sliding two well oiled fingers in she pulled my anus apart open me and probe deeper with her tongue.
Then she slid in more fingers, using the duck bill shape I had shown her to use last night. My sphincter stretched as she forced her fingers in as far as she could.
My aching pummeled cock bobbed painfully, my thrashed balls throbbed and my ass cheeks burnt. Oh but it all felt wonderful to be abused so, for my mum to boss her perverted slut of a son and show him she was boss. More than ever before I wanted to kiss my goddess mother and pledge my love to her.
I heard her rustle through the stock of coconut oil we had restocked last night. She inserted two of the lube sticks up my ass and worked some all round my anal sphincter. Then I felt the head of a dildo push through my sphincter, it felt like the third biggest, which I had stressed to her was the biggest I could take cold.
Slowly, so slowly, she moved it in and out, twisting as well as thrusting. She would increase the pace for a burst and just as I was craving more of that vigorous sodomy, she would slow again and torment my man cunt, steadily warming it up for better, bigger things.
In went the second biggest, I was warmed up, loosening and it slid in with little resistance. She repeated the slow, teasing probe, then a pummeling burst. By now I was pretty much senseless, lost in a haze of over stimulation pretty much everywhere. My body trembled uncontrollably, my breathing through my nostrils was fast and urgent.
Oh just fuck me! I thought, just jackhammer me with that thing.
Another pause. The head of the biggest dildo butted into my anus, spreading my man cunt wider...somehow the weight of the pressure felt different as she slowly pushed it in. Mums crotch began to press against my ass cheeks and I realised she must be using the strap on set for this one.
Oh my darling mum was fucking me, her son, using her crotch to pump that monstrous dildo fully in, where she ground herself against me. The base of the dildo would be pressing her clitoris and her small, urgent movements were her bringing her to climax.
But then she stopped and slowly, oh so slowly, withdrew it until the cock head hovered in my sphincter, keeping it forced open. Then slowly in again, until she was again grinding her cluster into the base of the dildo, pressed hard against my ass. Her moaning increased as she used this to pleasure herself on me.
Mum repeated this slow, tormenting action a number of times, in my frazzled state I couldn't count. Again and again I felt the cock head dance in the entry to my man cunt. But suddenly the reentry wasn't the slow, gentle glide of before, this time she thrust in hard, putting all her weight behind it and slamming her crotch against my ass. If I could have yelled I would, pleasure, pain, relief, I didn't know.
She withdrew it almost as quick before slamming back in, then again and again...each drove an overpowering wave of exquisite pain-pleasure up my body and I was now all but senseless as mum kept powerfully fucking me, her own breath getting faster, moans louder until with one final thrust she collapsed exhausted on me, the dildo fully in me.
She had literally and actually fucked her slut son senseless, I was a trembling mess, coherent thought driven from my mind.
How long she pinned me under her, impaled on that monster cock dildo I didn't know. Mum groaned and slowly lifted herself, pulling the beast out of my ass, as it slipped out a warm, wet gush of oil ran down my balls and inner thigh.
She pulled off the blindfold, eased off the gag so it hung round my neck. Brain fried, I still couldn't speak but took gasps of breath. She loosed the quick release buckles on the restrains and I fell on to my front, stretched out my aching limbs and rolled onto my back.
We looked each other in the eye, her hair was a mess, her face flushed and like her body she was covered in sweat from her exertions. We could neither of us make sensible words, so she clamped her lips to mine and we kissed lovingly.
For the first time my mum had pegged me, fucking her sons man cunt as powerfully as I had her actual cunt, but that dildo was many times bigger than my cock. I felt a surge of elation at the joy of having given myself to her like that.
At last I could make some words form.
"I love you mum, thank you so much much!"
"Oh my sweet baby boy...I love you and thank you too! We must do that again."