"Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh♥".
The dam of restraint, so carefully maintained, did not merely crack—it shattered. What began as an intimate connection between Cathy and me erupted into something primal, an unbridled and unstoppable torrent of raw need. The civilized world fell away, leaving only the most fundamental, animalistic truth: the drive to claim and be claimed.
"Hngh! Hah… hng? H-haah?!".
Her back was a graceful, deep arc, a pose of pure submission and invitation. Face down and ass up, she was a vision of utter surrender. I drove into her from behind, each thrust a hard, frantic punctuation to our shared hunger. The sound of our bodies meeting was a sharp, rhythmic cadence against her loud, wanton moans.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! ~♥♥".
"Ahh! Ahhh! Oh, baby! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, her voice ragged with pleasure, each slap of my skin against hers pushing her further.
"Pah! ~♥♥ Fuck, Mom… your pussy is so good," I groaned, my hips moving with a furious, instinctual pace. The sight was mesmerizing: the waves that rippled through the generous, juicy curves of her rear with every impact, the way her entire body yielded to my force. On impulse, my hand came down hard on her flesh.
"PAH! SLAP!! SLAPP! PAH! PAH!". The sharp sound echoed in the room, immediately followed by a bright red imprint of my palm. She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound of pure ecstasy.
"Ahhh! Yes! More, baby! Ooooohhhhhh!! SPULRT!!!♥SPPUULLRRTT!!!!". Her climax hit her, a gush of her release soaking the sheets beneath us. Her orgasm sent her into a babble of incoherent pleas and moans.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Don't stop! Gonna cum again! FUCK …FUCK CUKKKK!! Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~♥♥".
But instead of sating me, her ecstasy only fueled my own. The raw, vulgar poetry of her words was a potent aphrodisiac, motivating me to plunge deeper, to move harder.
"Fuck! That's it, mom, grip my cock tighter!" I shuddered as her internal muscles clenched around me with expert, milking pressure, a skillful technique that threatened to undo me far too soon.
"PAH! Slap! slap! slap! slap! slap…!!". My hand marked her again, a possessive strike.
"This pussy is mine, Mom!" I growled, my thrusts becoming even more forceful, a declaration of ownership with every drive.
"AHH! NGGHHH!!!! That's right, baby," she moaned back, her voice a seductive, breathy thing. "Mommy's pussy is yours!!. Slap my giant ass—it's yours, my baby's property!". In that moment, she was entirely surrendered, a queen offering her kingdom to her conquering son.
Needing to see her face, to dominate her completely, I pulled out. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
"Turn over," I commanded, my voice low and thick with lust.
She obeyed instantly, rolling onto her back with a grace that belied her desperation. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving. She was a fucking masterpiece of need. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, lifting her, and slammed my hips down, burying myself to the hilt in her hot, gaping depths.
"Ughk! "Hngh! Hah!!!!". The air rushed out of her lungs. Her eyes flew wide open. "Fuck! Baby??! It's too deep! Hnnghh!! TOO DEEPP!!!!".
"Mom, open up your womb! Open it up!" The words were a guttural growl ripped from my core. I slipped a hand under her, gripping her shoulder, folding her pliant body nearly in half. Her flexibility, despite her generous, womanly figure, was astounding.
"Ngh♥ Ughh♥ Hnghh♥ Hiiik♥ Yes, BABY!! Mommy's womb is ready, baby… it's opened for you! OOhhhh! AHHHHH!!!!". she shouted. I felt it then—a profound, internal yielding as the tip of my cock pressed against a new, profound depth. Her most sacred space was unlocked, offered, and mine to conquer.
A tidal wave of orgasm built, unstoppable. "Fuck! Mom! I'm claiming your womb as mine!"
"That's it, baby! Breed your mother! Fill mommy's womb to the brim! AHHHNNN!!!!!". Her eyes rolled back in her head, pure ecstasy overtaking her.
"Take it, mom!" I roared as the world exploded into white-hot sensation.
"SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT!!! SPLUUURT!!!".
I poured myself into her, a seemingly endless flood. Her entire body shook and shivered beneath me, convulsing as she accepted every last drop of my essence. The climax was so intense it curled my toes and stole the breath from my lungs.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~ SPLUUURT!!! OOOOHHHHHHH!!!... baby... AAHHH!!! Too much!! SSpppurrrtt!!!".
Our voices joined in a raw, shared scream of release. I collapsed on top of her, our sweat-slicked bodies sticking together. For long minutes, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing. Spent, I finally rolled off, sitting at the edge of the bed. Mom had fainted, her exquisite form still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. A distinct, full bulge marked her lower abdomen, and a thick, pearlescent stream of my cum began a slow, lazy escape from her well-used pussy, pooling on the ruined sheets beneath her.
'God damn… that is beautiful as fuck,'. That was my thoughts looking at Cathy state, a mess and bulging from my doing and felt very serene.
"Huh? Wha?". I must have dozed off. The next thing I knew, I felt a gentle, persistent movement.
"Schlurp. Schluuup... Slurp!? ".
I cracked my eyes open. The room was bathed in the soft, late afternoon light. And there she was. My mom. Cathy. Miraculously recovered, nestled between my legs like it was her rightful place. Her head bobbed enthusiastically, her lips sealed tightly around my cock, which was already hardening again under her expert attention. Her cheeks were hollowed with the effort of her suction.
"Schlup. Schlluuup. Schlup. Sllurp. Sllluuurp♥…".
She felt me stir and looked up, her eyes meeting mine. They weren't just smiling; they were shining with pure, unadulterated adoration. She deep-throated me in one smooth, practiced motion, her nose pressing into my pelvis.
"Ugh…. Mhmmm~". The choked sound was mine this time, a groan of pure pleasure.
She released me with a soft, wet pop. "Ah, even after unloading into me like what... five times? My boy is still so lively." She nuzzled my rapidly hardening length against her cheek, a charmed, deep red blush coloring her face. The sight of her, so wanton and yet so tender, sent a fresh jolt of lust through me.
"You should never underestimate your charm, Mom," I said, my voice still rough with sleep and renewed desire. I reached down and tangled my fingers in her soft hair. "You're so fucking beautiful to me, I can't help but get hard just looking at you...".
She preened under the compliment, kissing the tip of my cock before taking me back into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth.
"Mh, mmh… Chururururu… is that so, baby? Schlurp. Schluuup… Gulp! Gulp!".
The lewd, wet sounds of her swallowing filled the quiet room. She was drinking me down, worshipping me, and it was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever experienced. I let my head fall back, my hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust.
"That's it, mom," I murmured, my hand gently guiding her head.
"Swallow it all…. Every last drop is yours.". She hummed in agreement, the vibration traveling straight up my shaft.
"Mmmhmm… Mmmhmm… Slurp!? Suck…Splurt♥ Splurt splurt splurt… GULP! GULP! GULP! Slurp. Lick, lick… Lick…♥ Suck, suck, suck". She worked me with a dedication that was both thrilling and humbling. I cummed inside of her loving mouth, and feed her my thick cum. Mom cheeks bulged, yest she continued sucking and gulping down on my cum.
"Ahh~ Gulp! You're lucky your mom is great at this, and also, you got a delicious spunk, baby,". She released me and lay beside me, her expression softening into something deeper than lust. She curled into my side, her head on my chest.
"Thank you for loving me, my baby," she whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my stomach.
I pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. "There's no one else, Mom… It's always been you."
We lay in a contented, tangled silence for a while, the only sound our slowing heartbeats. Then, she shifted, guiding a swollen, sensitive nipple to my mouth.
"Here, baby," she whispered. "Suckle for mommy...".
I obliged, taking the offered peak gently between my lips. It was soft and tasted uniquely of her—sweet skin and salty sweat. I suckled softly, not with the frantic hunger from before, but with a lazy, possessive affection.
"Schlurp.". She sighed, a sound of pure contentment, and lovingly caressed my head, running her fingers through my hair.
"I loved every moment," she whispered, her voice dreamy. "Every rough, passionate second. I've never felt so… complete."
I released her nipple with a final soft kiss. "Neither have I, Mom. It was… fuck, I don't have the words."
She giggled, a light, girlish sound. "You don't need words. Your cock said everything I needed to hear…." She grew quiet for a moment, her fingers stilling on my scalp. "I love it… I love being handled that way. I love indulging your every desire. It makes me feel… used. In the best way. Like I'm your personal toy...".
I rolled onto my side to face her, cupping her cheek. "You're not a toy, Cathy. You're my everything... My sanctuary... My addiction. I just… I need you. Rough, hard, all of it. I need to take you..."
Her eyes went dark with renewed desire at my words. "Then take me, Sael," she breathed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'm not done yet. I don't think I'll ever be done with you."
She rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me once more. The sight of her, red handprints still visible on her glorious ass, her pussy glistening and swollen from our previous session, was an invitation I was powerless to refuse.
I moved behind her, my hands gripping her hips. I didn't enter her immediately. I just admired the view, this woman who was my entire world, offering herself so completely.
"Tell me what you want, Mom," I commanded, my voice thick.
"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name," she pleaded, pushing her ass back against me. "I want you to own me. I want to feel you for days after."
That was all the permission I needed. I lined myself up and drove into her in one powerful, unending thrust.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥".
She screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. And we were lost again, falling back into that primal rhythm, mother and son, lover and lover, claiming and reclaiming each other under the fading afternoon light. The world outside didn't matter. There was only us, the sound of our bodies, and the undeniable truth of our claiming.