Chapter 133: Mom’s worry 26
"Has Dad ever used a finger on you?" I asked, pulling my tongue from my mother's butt.
"No," Mom whispered.
"Have you?"
"Yes," Mom said, panting, "but my fingers are so small."
"Mine aren't."
"I know, baby," Mom whispered. "Are you gonna make me take them?"
I smiled at the tremor in my mother's voice.
"One day," I said, "when we have more time." I touched a forefinger to my mother's rosebud, giving it a gentle push. The little crater created a suction cup around my digit's tip. "But right now, I want to make a home movie." I pulled my finger from Mom's ass and stepped back. "It's time for you to play with that pretty little pussy between your legs."
Mom turned around, staying on her knees, her hand shooting out and grabbing my cock before I could step back any further. "Just a taste," Mom pouted, looking at me with soft doe eyes, the light within them pleading for me to say yes.
She licked her lips, and I said, "Okay, but a quick one."
I let Mom tug me toward her; my knob aimed straight for her mouth as she guided my cock forward. My tip hit her lips. They rolled over my dick as she took me into her mouth, and her hand slid along my shaft, stroking me to my balls. Wet, hungry mwuh, umm, mwuh sounds came from my mother's throat, deep and rich and hungry. I switched my phone from camera mode to video mode and filmed my mother from above, then the sides while trying to watch the screen so I could capture the perfect angle of her cock-sucking face. I uttered soft moans the entire time, and I did my best not to fuck up the shot as my body trembled.
"Give me that cum," Mom said around a wet mouthful of dick.
I almost did. My mother's naughty words, spoken with her mouth full, sent tingles down my spine and into my balls, getting my jizz ready for a rocket blast down her throat.
"Oh, no," I said, bending over and pulling my hips back, the movement stealing my prick from my mother's lips. "We've got time to make a dirty movie, Mom. I want to see your pussy cream on camera."
Mom pouted. I walked away, half turning to grab her dildo while keeping my phone on her at the same time. I could always edit the sloppiness of my videos later. If some high school dropout on YouTube playing Minecraft could edit their videos, so could I, but it would be just my luck if all of those guys were four-year film majors.
I handed Mom her dildo, and she dropped to her knees on the coffee table. I filmed her stockings and the glossy sleekness they encased her legs in. The pearl slit of her panties opened, and her sexy pussy lips slipped out as her desire swelled her cunny folds and popped her clit out of its hiding spot. I panned the camera upwards, filming Mom's pink-nippled tits followed by her regal features, making her look like a queen who was doing something that no lady of status would ever do in front of a camera, or real in life, where rumors could make or break someone's social status.
But this is real life, I thought, and Mom only does this for me. Cum dripped from my cock, and I walked forward, saying, "Mom, wet your dildo with my precum."
"My son's precum?" Mom asked, reaching forward with a cat-like prowl. "My son's precum on my toy cock?" She pouted, then grabbed my cock with an overhand grip and rubbed her thumb over my piss slit. Then she rubbed what jizz she could over her fake dick. "Mommies shouldn't do this with their sons' precum."
I moaned.
Mom brought the dildo between her tits, their size not enough to pillow the fat cock in her hands. She held her dildo by its shaft as she cradled its balls, looking down and releasing a thick wad of whitish spit onto the knob. With a soft moan, she fucked the cock between her little tits, stroking the shaft and letting more spit fall from her mouth. The nastiness of seeing my mother acting so slutty sent my pulse into overdrive.
"You're so fucking sexy," I said, moving around and capturing my mother's body at different angles. "You're such a slutty mother for your titty-fucking dildo."
"For you," Mom said, eyeing the camera. "I'm titty-fucking this piece of meat for my son." She winked, nibbled her lip, looking coy, and then she opened her lips and slid the tip of her spit-covered prick into her mouth.
I groaned.
Mom moaned around her toy dick; her sounds hungry and desperate, almost whiny. I watched her gobble up the cock, take the stalk down her throat, gag, pull off, gasp for breath, and go back for more. I should have made her wear mascara. Next time, I would. She pulled the cock from her mouth and tapped it against her tongue. I reached down to stroke my cock, and Mom reached out her hand, using her fingers to call me to her. I came, letting her wrap her fingers around my prick and jerk me off as she sucked her silicone dick fast and hard.
Fuck, I thought, her jaw is going to be sore. My mother didn't seem to be the type of woman who believed in showing herself mercy. You're a great man, Dad, but you should have treated Mom like a whore every once in a while. Then again, thankfully, he hadn't.
I pulled away, my cock waving back and forth in front of Mom and just out of her reach. She glared at me, then at the camera, and her anger gave me goosebumps. She lowered her dildo to the coffee table and stuck its suction cup base to the glass, the long, curved shaft sticking straight into the air.
"Are you gonna make Momma fuck this dick, baby?" Mom asked, looking at my camera. "You gonna make my little pussy handle this big, monster dick?"
"Yeah," I said, breathing hard.
"You sure, baby?" Mom straddled the cock with her knees, looking down at the dick and then at me. She spread her knees to the sides, lowering her pussy toward the thick knob staring up at her hole. "You're going to make my little pussy take this beast?"
"No choice," I whispered. "I want to see my mother come."
The cockhead touched the pearl slit of my mother's crotchless panties right before they kissed her glistening lips. I zoomed in, and Mom uttered a deep, "Uh," as the crown opened her pussyhole and found a home within her pink channel.
"So thick," Mom whispered, sighing as the corona passed her lips, followed by the neck. Her knees continued to spread, forcing her soft pussy to gobble up more of the cock. "But not as thick as my son's, right, Mark?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "My dick is much bigger."
Mom's knees continued to spread, her pectineus muscles straining outward from where they connected her inner thighs to her pussy slope. I sighed, knelt, and zoomed in on my mother's small lips as they slid over the dildo's shaft.
"I didn't know you could do the splits," I said as Mom's thighs bent ninety degrees to the sides, allowing her cunny to swallow the cock down to its balls.
"Ungh," Mom grunted as the last of the cock disappeared inside of her. "I danced when I was younger, and I do yoga now." Mom moaned, closing her eyes as her face displayed the pleasure coursing through her twat. "The splits are one of the few things your father doesn't mind me doing for him in bed."
I growled and said, "Is it strange that I want to double-team you with Dad?"
Mom giggled, leaned forward, and opened her eyes. "No," she said, speaking with a throaty purr to her voice. "I want both of you to double-team me too." She released a low ah sound that made her body roll with a sexy, serpentine wave. "Pussy and mouth. Mouth and ass." She turned her head slightly, uttering a low, ooh, from her lips. "Pussy and ass?" She nodded her head. "Yeah, baby? Would you fuck me in the ass while your father strokes my pussy with his cock?"
"Jesus, fuck, Mom," I whispered, walking toward her. "You need to suck my cock before your words make me waste my load."
"Come here," Mom said, laughing. "And stuff your mother's mouth with that incest-dick."
I stepped forward, using two hands on my phone as Mom gently grabbed me by the balls and pulled me to her mouth. She didn't stop fucking herself, using the muscles in her thighs to bounce her pear-shaped ass up and down. I filmed over her head and behind her back, getting a downward view of her flexing butt cheeks. Glimmers of sweat appeared on her skin, and the meat of her buns looked thick and juicy beneath the strain of her motions.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned as Mom swallowed my knob, taking time to lick the precum from my slit before polishing my glans and tracing my corona. Mom's fingers moved around my balls, rubbing and caressing them, making me shiver. When I looked down, I saw she had her hand pressed to her mound, her fingers diddling her clitty with quick, side-to-side strokes.
I let go of my phone with my left hand and brought it to Mom's head, easing her mouth down my shaft as I humped my meat-pole forward. Mom continued to roll my balls, her fingers moving faster as her garbled whimpers rose in pitch. My skin tingled, and my balls prickled, the sack tightening as my cannon got ready to fire off a massive load of spunk.
"Fuck, oh, fuck, Mom." My breathing turned rapid as my short hairs stood on end.
My thighs tensed, then trembled, and I flexed the head of my cock as my orgasm started to buzz through my dick. I waited, holding out for as long as I could, using every ounce of control I had to keep from coming until I heard my mother's cries of pleasure explode through her cock-sucking lips.
When she came, howling around my glans, I came, yelling, "Oh, fuck Mom, swallow my load! Swallow it all!"
Gulping noises followed, and Mom spat saliva and jizz from her flaring cheeks. She pulled off my cock, catching a thick spurt of cream across her face. The next shot landed on her tits and the last in her hand. I fell back as Mom fell to the side, landing on her hip and swinging her legs forward. She fell back as I crashed to the couch, and we spent the next several minutes catching our breaths as I filmed her resting body.
"Did you get that?" Mom finally asked, her voice almost accusing. "Did you get what you made your mother do on video?"
"Yeah," I whispered. "I got it all."
"Good." Mom smiled. "Download it, but don't keep it on your phone, and don't upload it to any cloud-based storage systems."
I smiled and said, "As soon as I get upstairs, I'll get it off my phone."
Mom smiled, nodded, and slowly stood, dragging herself upstairs to get to work. I lay back and sighed. I still had to tell her about Jenna.
* * * * *
Sex can wear a young man out. I slept again after I had downloaded Mom's video to my computer. Then I downloaded the video to a flash drive, which I tossed into my desk drawer, which I locked. I never had to worry about anyone going through my room before. Jenna had never asked me to let her snoop around, so I had no fear of discovery, but it still made me feel better to lock the drawer. Mom would die if that video ever got out.
And yet she let you take it, I thought as I closed my eyes and went to bed.
I woke an hour and a half before Dad was supposed to be home. Jenna had texted me, giving me a time to meet her at her house so her father could discuss the future of our sex lives with my parents. It made me laugh. That would have felt weird a week ago, but now, the thought of talking to our parents about my sex life didn't even make me blush.
I found my mother in the pool, swimming, and when she saw me standing in the sliding, glass patio doorway, she swam to the stairs, stood, walked out with water dripping from her sun-gold skin. She headed into the house, saying, "I need a shower. Do you want to dry me off?"
Fuck, I thought, I hope I have enough dick left for Jenna tonight.
Upstairs, for the next hour, I spent my time kissing my mother between her legs, licking the insides of her thighs, then slow-feeding my cock into her pussy while she held onto my ass with her legs drawn up and her knees bent to the sides. I made love to her, minus the parts where I told her how tight her pussy was and how hard she made me and asking her: "Why does your pussy get so wet for your son? Huh, Mom, why's your little kitty so bad for me?"
Whenever I mentioned our mother/son relationship, Mom closed her eyes and released a deeper moan, as if my words had brought her as much pleasure as my cock. We showered together, dried off, and I waited for Dad to come home so I could walk into the living, stand in front of the left side couch that we never used, and say, "Mom, Dad: Jenna's parents would like to talk to you tonight at six. It's about the future of my relationship with Jenna."
"What about the future?" Mom asked.
I shrugged, saying, "Dunno, but I'm sure it has to do with sex."
Dad shook his head and said, "You know, when I had you, I thought to myself, 'I can't wait for the day that I can broker the deal for my son's virginity." He laughed, smiling to himself. "You are a virgin, right? If you're sleeping with Jenna despite the warnings, what's the point?"
"Jenna and I are virgins," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "If I were going to cheat, I'd have to love that woman even more than I love Jenna."
Dad blew out his lips and mumbled, "Teen bullshit."
Mom stared at me, straight-lipped but not flat-faced. Her cheeks held a little color while amusement rippled beneath her expression, coming to life in her green eyes as a twinkle of light.
"Sure," Mom said, her tone disguising whatever it was she was thinking. "Six. Let him know we'll be there."
I nodded and went upstairs, texting Jenna to expect us at six.
* * * * *
The front door to Jenna's house opened as I led the way up the stairs to her home. My girlfriend appeared at the threshold with a smile on her face. She had dressed in a black shirt and short white shorts, her long legs and thick thighs as golden as my mother's. I smiled, stepped to her, and hugged her before she could speak.
"It feels like forever," I whispered to her.
"I know," she whispered, then stepped back to say, "Hello Mrs. and Mr. Hornsby. My parents are relaxing in the living room."
We entered the house and followed Jenna to her parents, where after our hellos, Charles said, "Mark, I know you're an adult, but I'd like to talk to your parents in private for a few minutes."
"Sure," I said, smiling.
His eyes focused on my smile, and I could read the thoughts swimming behind them. I can't believe this shit is happening, they thought, along with some mumbled curses for his daughter and me.
"Let's go to my room," Jenna said, smiling and grabbing my hand. Her eyes were bright and behind them tumbled thoughts that were nothing like her father's.
"You two can wait out front," Mr. Mason said. "This shouldn't take long."
I nodded.
Jenna rolled her eyes, and we stepped outside onto her porch. I took a seat on the wooden bench overlooking the waist-high, wooden fence. Jenna climbed into my lap, throwing her left arm around my shoulder and palming my left cheek with her right hand. I slipped my arms around her waist, interlocking my fingers along her right side. After a quick smile, she lowered her lips to mine, giving me a kiss that ended with our tongues sliding away from each other.
"Do you know what he's going to say?" I asked after I licked the traces of her saliva from my lips.
"No." Jenna shook her head. "He didn't write a speech, but it's going to be about getting you between my legs."
I laughed. "You know, you may talk dirty, but you look so cute when you do."
"I know," Jenna said, rolling her eyes again. "I love it, and I hate it. I'm too cute to pull off that slutty vibe."
I smiled, thinking, Good. No wonder why Dad puts Mom on a pedestal. It's... nice.
"What are you thinking?" Jenna asked.
"That this is nice." I hugged her closer to me. "I'm holding you again. We're going to have sex." I cheated on you. "I've missed this."
"Me too, and it's only been a week."
Our lips met again, and they didn't part until the front door opened, and Jenna's mom stepped onto the porch. She coughed since Jenna wouldn't pull away from me and said, "You're going to have a lot of time for that later tonight, so knock it off. We'd like to talk to you now."
Jenna pulled away, her eyes only for me, then she took a deep breath and stood, keeping her left hand connected to my right as she did. "Okay, Mom, we'll be right in."
Her Mom didn't close the door when she disappeared back inside. I stood and slid my hands around Jenna's back, then moved them down to her ass, my left stopping on the thick crescent of her teenage ass, but my right hand kept going, finding the center groove between her cheeks, moving lower to the cleft between her legs, and taking hold of her pussy from behind.
"Ooh," Jenna said, her eyes and smile widening. "Daddy."
"I guess this pussy belongs to me now," I said, though my voice didn't match the gritty, dominant tone I used with my mother.
"Oh, it's always belonged to you, Daddy," Jenna whispered, her tone as amused as mine had been.
I pressed my lips to Jenna's one more time before leading her inside....
"Rules," Mr. Mason said as he stood in front of his TV. "These are the rules that you two must follow if you want to have a sexual relationship with our blessing."
"With your blessing," Mom said. "I've never had a problem with our children's relationship."
Mr. Mason nodded his head, but I could tell he wanted to shake it.
Dad breathed in and out.
In and out.
In....
... and out.
Mrs. Mason smiled at Jenna and me, slipping us a not so silent wink of reassurance as Mr. Mason readied himself to repeat his rules for banging his teenage daughter.
I hadn't been there for the conversation that Mr. Mason had had with my parents when he had threatened to keep his daughter from seeing me. And it was Mr. Mason because Jenna's mom loved me. When my parents had come home from the Mason house after Mr. Mason had laid down the law, I could tell there had been harsh words exchanged between him and my parents. I never asked what those words were, but by my mother's tone and my father's sharp jokes, I knew that Mr. Mason had probably been just as pissed off as they had been.
"The rules are simple," Mr. Mason said, his voice as tight as his body and his eyes sliding toward my mother, "that way, there will be no misunderstandings. I've even texted the rules to your parents, Mark, with my authorization allowing you to have a sexual relationship with my daughter. I'll be leaving a voice mail on your phone later, so please don't answer my next call." Once again, his eyes slid toward my mother. Their movements were twitchy, as if he were trying not to look at her. "There will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I haven't consented to your adult relationship with my daughter."
Fuck me, but I wanted to shout, "We are adults!"
"Thank you, Daddy," Jenna said, pulling away from me and letting go of my hand when our arms couldn't stretch any further. She hugged her father, bounced against him, her big tits moving up and down like a paintbrush against his chest.
"Easy, Jenna," Mrs. Mason said. "Your father isn't giving you a pony."
"Mark may not be a pony," Dad said with his casual indifference to good ol' fashion decency, "but he's still something she can ride."
For a moment, everyone remained quiet, then Mrs. Mason and Mom laughed at the same time. The pitch of their humor matched each other's as if uttered by one person. I laughed. Jenna's cheeks turned red, and Dad chuckled to himself. Mr. Mason breathed in and out. In and out. In... and out. But when he spoke again, the tightness had left his voice, and his body visibly relaxed, becoming smaller as his muscles lost their tension.
"You and Jenna may sleep with each other on the weekends and only on the weekends," he said. "Starting at 6 p.m. on Friday and ending at the same time on Sunday. You can only sleep with each other at each other's homes. Those are the only two places: cars, hotels, the homes of your friends, or anywhere else, is off-limits. You will always use condoms. Your grades will remain at 'A' levels. There will be no pictures of Jenna on anyone's phone or digital devices, or anywhere else. Period. One slip, and it's over for you two. And you will always use condoms."
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