Chapter 1680: @2
My father let out a fart and began to choke on something. After some coughing, he looked bleary eyed in our direction. His eyes closed as he returned to his previous position and similar volume of snoring.
Needless to say, when he looked at us, my mother squirming on his son's cock buried in her cunt, my prick began to wilt. So much for being the big man, I was ready to leap to my feet, dumping Mom on the floor, and running out the front door. No thought was given to my discarded pants.
Mom broke our kisses in order to coo soothing words into my ear. It didn't take long for my dick to regain its strength. Mom returned to causing that rippling effect on my cock. Soon enough she was raising and lowering herself. Since my hands were still on Mom's boobs, I returned to playing with them.
Mother and son were certainly enjoying this fuck. With no warning, my father crashed the leg support back into the base of the chair. He looked in our direction but I doubted he even saw us. Using the chair and then walls for support, he found his way from the room to, presumably, his bedroom.
"Fuck me, Hector!" exclaimed my Wonder Woman.
"Fuck your mommy," she almost yelled.
My mother was riding my cock up and down as if on a bucking horse at the rodeo. Her cunt tightened and loosened its grip on my prick as she rose up and down. Her voice raised in volume with her uttering of her yips and yikes.
I kept murmuring things like, "Fuck me, mommy. Cum on my cock, mommy. Make my cock spurt, mommy."
She obviously heard and she did. Feeling the base of my cock swelling as my sperm worked its way up from my testicles, she rode me hard and fast. With all the teasing and hardons left unfulfilled all evening, a full load of my cum exploded into her pussy. Mom locked up all her muscles and screamed her way into an orgasm.
I was exhausted, my cock slipping out of Mom's soaked pussy almost immediately. I fell back against the couch, breathing deeply, and waiting for Mom to finish with her orgasm. Secretly, I hoped she would finish quickly in case her shrieking had woken the old man up and he came to investigate.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Mom came down from her orgasmic high. Breathing deeply with sweat rolling down her chest to her tits, she was such a sexy sight. My cock twitched as my eyes roamed over her body.
"Hector, that was an amazing experience for your old mommy."
"Mom, you're not old and that was certainly awesome. Do you think Dad heard us cum?"
"No, honey, I doubt he heard us. And, if he did, he probably wouldn't care."
"He wouldn't care if his wife and his son were fucking on the couch? Get real, Mom."
"That's not what I meant, Hec. He wouldn't care what caused the noise. He would just go back to sleep if he even woke up."
Mom slid off my lap, ass planted on the couch cushion with one of her legs across both of mine. Her other foot was planted flat on the floor. Our comingled fluids were dripping teasingly from her cunt. Using a pair of fingers, I scooped up the wetness, feeding it to Mom.
In between slurps, Mom said, "He probably wouldn't care if he knew we were making love anyway, Hec. Not having to put up with me trying to get laid by him would be just one less distraction for him from his near permanent state of drunkenness. Your father would much prefer being drunk or getting drunk rather than fucking his wife. He would probably be pleased I was keeping it in the family."
We both laughed at that comment. Having scooped up as much of the wetness as I could, I sat there watching my Mom's pussy as my finger drew circles around it on her skin.
"Hector, tell me truthfully, have you enjoyed what we have been doing? Truly?"
"Mom, I could not have ever imagined anything better than doing what we have been doing."
"You wouldn't want to stop, would you, Hec?" she asked me.
"Not in a million years, Mom, I love being here with you like this."
"You're a good looking young man, my son, you could be with anyone you want..."
"I want to be with my Wonder Woman, Mom," I declared.
"Is there anything more you would wish for, Hector?"
"Yeah," I said, pausing for a moment. "I wish my Wonder Woman would stop wasting time and suck my cock."
"Hector, tell me truthfully, have you enjoyed what we have been doing? Truly?"
"Mom, I could not have ever imagined anything better than doing what we have been doing."
"You wouldn't want to stop, would you, Hec?" she asked me.
"Not in a million years, Mom, I love being here with you like this."
"You're a good looking young man, my son, you could be with anyone you want..."
"I want to be with my Wonder Woman, Mom," I declared.
"Is there anything more you would wish for, Hector?"
"Yeah," I said, pausing for a moment. "I wish my Wonder Woman would stop wasting time and suck my cock."
Things around the house had settled into a routine. Mom would wake me in the morning with a cup of coffee and a blowjob. My breakfast would consist of whatever Mom made me to eat with some pussy for dessert. After school, my mother was my snack. Sometimes I ate my snack, other times I would fuck it. Generally, we would find time during the evening to do something more.
I have to tell you: although I was living the teenager's dream life, having sex with his own MILF of a mother repeated times throughout the day, I was exhausted. My cock was sore much of the time, rubbed raw as it was. But, Mom was insatiable. She refused to cut back our activities at all. If left to her, she would increase the frequency of our sexual escapades.
At this point in time, I don't know if the old man, my mother's alcoholic husband and my father, knew that Mom and I were playing games or not. Sometimes, we would get playful when he was around and could easily have seen us if he were sober enough to open his eyes.
Mom just didn't give a shit if he knew or not, it seemed. Her play and her teasing of me was getting quite brazen. I don't know how much I cared about his discovering us either. Not really.
It was a Saturday that events took an odd turn. The old man had gone out golfing that morning, with an early tee time. He spent some time, a lot of it I guess, at the nineteenth hole after completing the round. It was mid afternoon before he made it back to the house in his normal condition, he was soused.
As was his custom, he went upstairs to his bed before passing out. When I came home from shooting hoops with some of the guys at a neighbourhood park, I found Mom in the family room with a glass of wine in her hand and an open bottle at her elbow.
This was extremely out of character for her. My mother was not a drinker. I don't think she had ever been one but certainly wasn't now seeing the effects of alcohol on our family. Yet the wine bottle was probably two thirds empty.
Mom was somewhat giggly and playful as I sat beside her on the couch. She had some chick flick from the Lifetime channel on the TV. We watched for a while, comfortably snuggling together.
I was in the corner of the couch lying back with Mom lying against me on her back. My mother's big tits were so very close to me that I couldn't deny the urge to fondle them, to play with them.
I pulled her top up so that I would have free access to her beautiful C cups. My mother didn't wear a bra around the house much these days unless it was part of a set of lingerie. T-shirt raised and braless, I played with those tits somewhat absentmindedly while watching the movie.
Reaching down, I cupped her boobs and bounced them a bit. I squeezed and released her tits, squeezed and released them over and over. I particularly liked pinching her nipples and using them to pull Mom's tits up and away from her body. My mother had confessed to me one time or another that although this particular nipple play caused her some pain, it turned her on far more than it hurt her.
Between the TV movie and the titty play, neither of us noticed that the old man had come downstairs. It was only the closing of the refrigerator door that announced his presence. He came around the breakfast bar to sit in his customary lazeeboy chair. He turned his bleary eyes towards us, asking what we were watching.
By this time, of course, Mom had pulled her top back in place while my hands were on my mother's shoulders. My father grimaced and took a healthy swig of his beer when Mom told him what we were watching. He seemed to settle in to watch along with us but I assumed it was more a matter of him getting close to passing out again.
To my surprise, the movie was getting better, and I continued to lie on the couch watching. Mom bent her arms, putting her hands on mine. At some point, my mother tugged my hands down from her shoulders and back to her tits.
My father adjusted his position between snores. His face was no longer aimed towards the TV. His closed eyes were facing my mother and me.
When he first moved, I froze, poised to jerk my hands off my mother's tits. Mom's grip on my hands intensified, holding them in place, moulded to her breasts. With no reaction from my father, I returned to playing with my mother's boobs.
At one point, I leaned down to give Mom a hickey making, sucking kiss on her neck. Mom approved of me putting my mark, my brand on her. She moaned that approval.
Mom decided we needed to get back to where we were before my father interrupted us. Once again, she tugged her T-shirt up, freeing her massive tits for my hands. And, once again, I took full advantage of the free access.
We finished watching the movie, mother and son, cuddled up on the couch, indulging in breast play. While the final credits were rolling across the screen, Mom announced she needed to use the washroom. As she was extricating herself from my paws on her chest, I glanced towards my father.
His eyes were open. He was looking at us. But, I don't know if he was awake enough or sober enough to know what his wife and son had been doing. I don't know how long he had been looking at us if that was indeed what he had been doing. I couldn't remember when I had last heard him snoring.
I looked towards Mom and then back again. His eyes were closed once more. I let out a huge sigh of relief before relaxing against the couch once more.
It wasn't long before Mom returned from the bathroom. She lay her body down on the couch with her head in my lap. The next movie had already started but it wasn't catching my attention the way Mom was. She was nuzzling my dick through my sweat pants and even rubbing my nuts.
Within moments of her return, I was sporting a growing hard on. I had my hands on her head encouraging her to play with my dick. My mother really didn't need much encouragement at the worst of times.
I glanced over at my father again. I had to turn my head in order to see him. I wasn't sure but it was possible he was just closing his eyes when he entered my field of vision. He was still facing us from his chair but he wasn't snoring at all. That was odd. By all other indications though, he was asleep.
He had to be asleep. It really wasn't possible that he could be watching us. Not without yelling or screaming or something. If he knew what we were up to, if he saw his wife and son playing sexual games with each other, he would have to be showing some sort of reaction. Some anger. Wouldn't he?
Mom drew my attention back to her. She accomplished that by her hands free action on my dick. My mother grabbed my cock through my sweats with her teeth. She was clamping down on my dick, releasing it, and moving further down to begin the process anew.
She couldn't hold my attention though despite the overwhelmingly erotic play with my dick. I had been a big talker before this, not caring whether my father knew what we were doing or not, but I couldn't stop looking over to see if he was watching.
I saw his eyelids fluttering, then he sort of squeezed them tightly shut. There was still no snoring. He had to be awake. Had to be. I couldn't continue like this. Even with Mom's best efforts, my dick began to wilt. I pushed her aside, swung my legs down, and raced to my bedroom.
Mom followed me to my room wondering why I had run off so quickly. She didn't bother to knock on my door, just walking right in.
"Hec, what's wrong? Did I hurt your cock? Want me to kiss and make it better?"
"No," I responded somewhat curtly.
Lying on my bed, Mom joined me, lying on her side facing me with an arm across my chest.
"Tell me what's wrong, Hec. Why did you up and leave like that?" asked my mother.
"It was my father. He was watching us," I stated.
"No, Hec, he was passed out. Like usual," she responded.
"Mom, I don't think so. His eyes kept fluttering closed whenever I looked in his direction."
"That doesn't mean anything, Hec. He was passed out."
"He wasn't even snoring. He always snores."
"Hec, even if he was awake and watching us, it's like I told you before, he just doesn't care."
"How can he not care if you are playing with someone else's cock?"
"He would be happy I wasn't bothering him for sex. And especially that I'm not getting it from somewhere else."
My mother's hand drifted down to my cock, just resting on it.
"Who would be the best choice for me to have sex with if not our own son?" she asked while squeezing my cock.
Before I could come up with any kind of answer, there was the sound of a crash from the area of the kitchen. Soon after it was followed by my father yelling for my mother.
Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, Mom went to help him with whatever he broke this time. I remained in my bed contemplating the happenings between my mother and me.
Being with my mother was wonderful. Her blowjobs were extraordinary. I couldn't imagine there being a better cocksucker in my life than my own mother. I just couldn't. Nor did I wish to try.
But, I was definitely concerned about my father catching us. He did catch us though. Didn't he? Or didn't he? I just didn't know. What's the saying? Time will tell the tail? Oh yeah, tale.
When called down for dinner some time later, I saw that it was going to be just my mother and I at the table. My father was still in the family room with his snoring competing with the TV for the highest volume award. The old man had the competition hands down.
It was a quiet meal. Mom and I sat kitty corner from each other at the table focused on our meals for the most part. Mom had changed clothes again. She was wearing a peasant blouse with the puffy sleeves and square cut across the tops of her breasts. I assumed she was wearing a bra. Her skirt was long and flouncy, hanging to about knee level. And, as always, thigh high stockings with four inch heels.
I wanted to stay focused on my meal. I really did. Especially with my father in the other room. Yet, Mom was just too fucking hot to ignore. Mom's foot moved over to mine and began sliding up and down mine. I couldn't help but look at her leg snuggled up close to mine.
Her heel was resting on her stiletto, sort of cocking it up on an angle allowing her toes to swivel up against my foot and ankle. My eyes wandered up her leg, admiring the sheen of the deflected light on her stockings. I kept traveling up her leg, realizing that Mom had hiked her skirt up to her hips.
Once my eyes passed the elastic holding her hose in place, I saw that the only covering past that point was the wetness from her pussy Mom had spread with her fingers. Up til then, I had not even noticed that she had a hand under the table.
Once again, my father be damned, I was lost in my mother's sexy body. There was no trying on my part to remove my admiring glance from Mom's sexy pussy. The hard part was restraining myself from diving into her cunt face first. I gave up on eating my dinner, dropping my fork with a clang, since what was on my plate couldn't taste any better than the fluids leaking from my mother.
Mom just smirked at me while she pushed her chair away from the table. She lifted one stockinged leg up on to the table, using it to push our plates away. She added to the extreme eroticism of the moment by pulling her peasant blouse down, freeing her tits.
Although her tits were tremendously alluring, I wanted to eat. I virtually flung myself on my knees between Mom's spread legs. Using the fingers on one hand, Mom had her labia spread open for me. The bright pinkness of her pussy, shining due to the kitchen light, demanded my immediate attention. So did my own hunger for my mother.
Not wasting any time, my tongue was licking her juice covered pussy from bottom to top and down again. Her taste was better than any fine wine could ever be. Obviously, her little man was standing full and proud, shed of its restraining hood. I put my teeth around it, nipping ever so gently on her clit.
Mom was oohing and aahing, moaning and groaning, at the effects my tongue was having on her. Mom's hands were on my head, holding me flush against her pussy. Her grip was so tight on my head, I thought she might pop me like a zit.
Just as I was moving my hand towards her pussy, my father groaned. We heard the leg rest of his chair bang down. In a second or two, I was back in my chair at the kitchen table, pulling my plate towards me. Mom still sat with her back angled towards her husband but with her skirt down again and her tits properly covered.
I was wondering when I stopped noticing his snoring. Did it stop or did I just dismiss the noise? I couldn't put a time to it but I'm sure he had stopped his snoring a few minutes earlier.
My father sort of stumbled towards the back of the island separating the two rooms. He was giving us an odd look as he fought to focus his bleary eyes.
"What are you two doing?" he demanded to know.
"Eating dinner, of course, do you want something to eat?" Mom asked.
"No!" he responded while looking us both up and down as much as he could through his bloodshot eyes and with our bodies mostly covered by the kitchen table.
"You two were up to something!" he declared. "I don't know what but it didn't sound like you were eating."
"Honey, we were just eating our dinner," stated Mom in a calming voice. "Do you want some dinner?"
"No. Bring me another beer and a shot."
With that Dad returned to his favourite chair. It was just a moment later that we heard the sound of the foot rest coming up again. Mom took him out the requested beer and half a highball glass of Canadian rye.
I finished up eating my dinner. Still with the taste of fresh pussy fluids in my mouth, it added a new dimension to the flavour profile of the meal Mom had cooked. I felt pretty sure I would ask for this again.
Try as I might though, my mind kept drifting back towards my father. I still couldn't decide if he had been asleep or just lying there listening to Mom's moans and groans. He definitely seemed suspicious when he confronted us. The man in me said "Fuck him" while the kid still remained nervous at the thought of him catching me enjoying his sexy wife.
Mom didn't rejoin me at the table. She leaned up against the island with her eyes on her husband and her back towards me. With no further talking between her and my father, she watched him, waiting for his snoring to start once again.
In moments, we were able to hear deep breathing and sputters from him. Not quite snoring but working in that direction. Still not saying anything, Mom leaned on the breakfast bar while taking a step or two back, cocking her fine ass in my direction. Reaching back with one hand, she reached down to the hem of her dress. Slowly and ever so seductively, my mother pulled her dress upwards, baring her ass to my gaze.
It was a sight I would never tire of seeing. Examining my mother's blemishless ass was high on my list of favourite things to watch. It was certainly no chore.
The old man let out a loud snort followed by a ripping sound that went on and on. Snoring! Great!
Mom looked over her shoulder at me with a grin on her rosy red lips. Sensuously, she backed up towards me, a half step at a time. As she got closer, my dick stood stronger. My hand was on my cock, squeezing and bending it, giving me lightning flashes of pain and torment. It's hard to put the feeling into words but every boy knows that delicious feeling.
I pushed my chair away from the table, turning it so that I was facing my Mom's advancing rear. Backed right up to me, Mom told me to pull down my pants. In a moment, my sweats were around my ankles and my aching cock was speared into my mother's pussy.
She sat down on my cock burying it within her cunt. Before I could react though, she was standing up straight leaving my dick to wave in the air. Mom's body and especially her ass began to sway and gyrate against me and my dick. She used her butt to capture my cock, rubbing it in a teasing manner.
I had my hands on her hips, trying to direct my prick back to Mom's pussy. That woman was definitely in charge, denying me the pleasure I craved. She had me groaning in misery.
Just about to the point where I was going to lose my mind, hand on cock squeezing it yet again while holding it up straight, Mom gave up her teasing play allowing my cock to enter her pussy again.
We both groaned loudly. I looked in the direction of the breakfast bar separating us from my father to ensure he was not there watching us. I was nervous but Mom wasn't letting my attention waver from her cunt.
She was riding my cock, raising her ass until my cock was at the opening to her pussy. Then she would ram herself down until my full length was buried in her. Again, very slowly, she would lift herself upwards again. Then slam down.
The ecstasy I was feeling couldn't be silenced. I was moaning so loudly, calling out Mom over and over. I knew I would be coming shortly. I could feel the sperm moving from my balls to the base of my cock.
"Mom, I'm going to cum!"
"Cum in your mommy, Hector!" she exclaimed loudly.
I tightened my grip on her hips just as the sound of my father's footrest dropping was heard. My instinctive reaction was to push Mom off of me while reaching down to pull my sweats up.
"Uummphh," groaned out my mother.
"No, Hec! Don't stop!"
By the time she finished saying that, I was out of the kitchen, virtually running back to my room. Slamming myself down onto my bed, overtaken by fear and nervousness that my father had to know exactly what we were doing, I didn't know what I should do. So, I adopted the common male posture of not doing anything.
Sometime later, Mom was at my bedroom door. As usual she came in without knocking, perched herself on the side of my bed and began rubbing my back in a soothing manner.
"Are you okay, Hector?" my mother asked me.
"Does my father know?" I asked her.
"About what we were doing? No, he doesn't."
"He must have heard us in the kitchen. I wasn't being very quiet."
"No, Hec, he doesn't know," repeated Mom.
"Mom, I love you so much and absolutely love what we are doing. But, we need to put the brakes on," I declared.
"Hector, you want to stop?" asked my mother in a quizzical tone. "You don't want your mother sucking your cock? My son doesn't want to fuck me anymore?" hesitated. I didn't want to stop. I didn't think I had the inner strength to hold off my desire for my mother. The lightbulb over my head clicked on.
"No, Mom, I don't want to stop completely," I admitted. "But we can't be doing things like this when my father is in the house."
Mom seemed to be pondering this for a moment or three. Her forehead crinkled up in thought.
"You are okay fucking your mother behind your father's back but not in front of him." Her tone of voice was quite disturbing to me. Almost as if she was pissed off. I guess she was.
"It doesn't sound very good when you put it like that, Mom. But, yeah. Not while he is in the house."
"I will think it over," she said as she left my room.
That was one exceptionally long evening and night. I stayed hidden away in my room not wishing to see either of my parents. It didn't prevent me from jerking off though reliving memories of Mom and me together. From time to time, I heard their raised voices in the family room but that was nothing out of the ordinary.
I stayed in my room the following morning as long as I could. Still not wishing to see my parents yet being the teenager I was, I needed sustenance in terms of food. Quietly, I walked into the kitchen.
My father seemed to have dragged his sorry ass into work for another hungover morning of labour. I don't know how he could do it. He never seemed to miss time at work due to his excessive drinking habits. Have to give the devil his due.
Mom looked up at me from her seat at the kitchen table. She waved her coffee cup vaguely in my direction, not really giving me any attention. I immediately suspected she was still pissed at me. Well, two could play that game so I went about my morning routine toasting a bagel and pouring myself a coffee. Being a gentleman, I offered to top up Mom's coffee which she declined.
Once I was finished with my breakfast, Mom invited me to join her on the couch in the family room. I had an idea where this was going since she was sitting in the middle of the couch, her usual, leading up to sex, seat. Since my father was not home, I had no objections. Nope. Not a one.
My mother was also wearing an outfit designed to grab the attention of any horny son. She had removed her terrycloth housecoat revealing her lingerie previously hidden from my sight. My mother's tits were being held up and out by a peach coloured shelf bra proving her nipples were rock hard. Crotchless peach colored panties and thigh high stockings. Of course, her perpetual four inch stilettoes.
"I'm so horny, Hector," Mom cooed at me as I walked to the couch taking my seat.
"I need you to fuck your mommy, Hec, I can't wait," she exclaimed.
There was no doubting how ready she was as when I tried to reach out to embrace her and start making out, my mother just pushed me back into the corner of the couch. Wordlessly, Mom reached for the waistband of my sweats, frantically dragging them down and off.
My mother was definitely in charge of this endeavour with me merely along for the ride. Pardon the pun. Mom tugged me until I was sitting at the edge of the couch. Without further ado, she grabbed my lust hardened cock, rubbed it a few times against her pussy before sitting down on it facing me.
My mother was wet, wetter than I had known her to be during our recent times together. She sank down, pushing my prick into her right to the hilt. She was so wet I could hear a squelching sound from her pussy. It made me even harder knowing she was that turned on by sex with her son.
I placed my hands on her ass. As Mom rode up and down on me, I cupped and squeezed her cheeks. I licked and nipped at her tits when they were within reach. Her franticness seemed to calm down with every slide up and down my dick. My mother was leaning into me, resting her torso against mine, while she moaned into my ear.
She shifted her position. I looked my mother directly in the eyes seeing the excitement she was feeling in her gaze. She was fucking incredible. Slowly and sensuously she would lift herself up until my cock was just piercing its way into her. Then she would, equally as slowly and sensuously, lower herself until all of my cock was buried in my mother's pussy.
Her moans continued but I could hear that she was trying to say something to me, trying to formulate the words. Eventually they came out.
"Hector, Hector, you are so good, fucking your mother like this."
"Mom, this is so unbelievable. Being able to fuck you whenever my father isn't home."
She gulped. She let out a long sigh.
"Hector, your father is home. He's asleep in our bedroom," admitted Mom.
"No, actually, he's not. He is right here," said my father leaning on the breakfast bar separating the two rooms.
I was shocked into immobility. My mother continued to ride my cock even knowing my father was watching. I grew angry, angrier than I had ever been in my life. I just couldn't believe my mother had done this to me.
I was also scared. I didn't know how my father was going to react. He was completely sober obviously.
In the seconds that passed, I decided that Mom needed to pit me against my father in this fashion. It dawned on me she was punishing him for his love affaire with the bottle. I shoved her backwards, causing my still hard cock to be yanked out of the warm pussy previously trapping it.
"Mom! How dare you! Why did you do this to us?"
"Don't let on this is the first time you have done something with your mother, Hector," stated my father.
"It's not. But she knew I didn't want this to happen. I told her," I said, virtually whining at my father.
"She needs to be punished for her actions, Hector."
I thought shoving her off my cock was punishment. But, my father obviously had different ideas on the subject.
"Put her across your knee, Hector," my father told me.
Without hesitating, I grabbed Mom's hair and pulled her to me and across my knees. With her gorgeous ass up in the air, I raised my hand and slapped it.
"Harder," my father instructed me.
And, I did. I kept spanking her ass over and over. Harder and harder. Mom's ass was turning a shade of neon red surrounding the white imprints of my hand on her ass. Mom was shrieking from the pain I was inflicting on her buttocks.
The old man was enjoying the spectacle. He kept chanting, "Harder, Hector, harder," repeatedly.
I wasn't stopping. A lifetime of aggression was pouring out of me manifested by me spanking my mother's ass. Not for just this episode, but anger over every slight, real or imagined, I had endured with my mother while growing up.
My hand was hurting me yet I did not stop. I simply continued slamming it down on my mother's luscious red and white ass cheeks. She was screaming in pain while struggling to free herself from my grip.
Eventually she squirmed her way off my lap, falling to the floor in front of me. I was exhilarated seeing the effects of my spanking her, she needed that lesson. While watching her crying at my feet, my hand discovered my dick was still hard after all the exertion. It was also screaming out for attention.
I guess I really did enjoy the thrill of punishing my mother. I began to jerk my cock, trying to be slow, yet not able to overcome the need for quick release. Once again, not paying any attention or even recognizing my father's ongoing presence, I pulled Mom to her knees by her hair.
Close to me, within my widespread legs, I rapped my mother across the face with my dick. I did that I don't know how many times before returning to jerking myself off. It was only a few strokes later that my cum surged out of my body, splattering its way across my mother's face.
Rope after rope of hot cum spurted onto Mom's face, covering her from eyelids to chin. I continued covering my mother with my sticky fluid until my cock began deflating, indicating my gauges were on empty.
I looked down at my sperm splattered, sobbing mother. I looked up at my grinning and applauding father. With all the dignity I could gather around myself, I pulled my sweats back up, leaving the room and the lewd scene behind me. I went to my room.
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