Kapitel 40: 18 Mom's Kinky Side
The last thing I remembered before waking up was my father yelling at me, his words long forgotten by the time I realized I had been dreaming, though my racing heartbeat got the message slower than my mind.
My door popped open, and Mom stuck her head into my room, her cheeks glowing from some new light within her body. "Make sure you shower before you come downstairs," Mom said. "You don't want your father smelling my pussy on you, do you?" She nibbled her bottom lip as she gave me a long look and smile, then she ducked away, reminding me of a teenager as the door closed behind her.
Fuck what my dad may have smelled; I wasn't going downstairs until he left the house. My phone rang with Jenna's ringtone. I grabbed it, swiped it, and said, "Yell-O?"
"I can't take it anymore," Jenna said. "I'm doing something tonight that's either going to make my dad let me have you or make him put me in therapy. I'll call you later."
"Wait," I said. "What?" But I was talking to empty space.
I stared at my phone, with my thumb hovering over the dial button, but one yawn later, I set my phone down and looked at my dick, which was standing up big and strong and fucking sore. I got out of my bed, naked and sticky with Mom's pussy juice, our cum, and our sweat. I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed to my bathroom, where after taking care of my morning ritual, I jumped in the shower and let the warm water wash away the layer of sex that coated my body. The sex residue melted away, sliding off me with a thick, prurient grip that reminded me of last night in vivid detail. After cleaning myself, I thought about my soreness and remembered that athletes used the cold to rejuvenate their bodies, so I turned off my hot water.
"Fuck this," I said after a second of freezing my nuts off and shrinking my dick. I jumped out of the shower, finished up, and returned to my room.
I dressed in shorts and a shirt, both loose, without my boxer briefs. I watched my clock tick away until eight in the morning, knowing that my father had left by then unless he had stayed home for some reason. I hadn't heard the garage door open, but then my father didn't always park in the garage either.
Oh, no, I thought. Was my father staying home today? Was that why Mom had told me to take a shower? No, no, no! He couldn't stay home when I could now have sex with my mother whenever I wanted. Fuck-fuck-fuck!
I hurried downstairs with my phone in my hand and my cock as soft as a feathered pillow. I hit the foyer and turned toward the kitchen, quick-stepping through the shortcut hallway and into the kitchen, where I found Mom sitting at the end of the breakfast table and no sign of my father anywhere. My eyes moved so fast that I had yet to take in what my mother was wearing this morning.
"What's the matter?" Mom asked, biting into a quartered pear. "You look anxious."
"Did Dad leave?"
Mom nodded, saying, "Did you need to tell him something?"
I shook my head, sighing, and I let my gaze settle over my mother, who wore her hair up and knotted at the back of her head, loose strands hanging in an artsy mess. Then my eyes drifted downward.
A creamy-white knitted cardigan adorned her body; the wooden buttons were undone straight down the center of her torso. On the table, where Dad ate his breakfast, lay a pair of pajama pants, a shirt, a bra, and a skimpy pair of lacy, thong panties. Mom sat with the chair angled toward the kitchen island, her left leg on the floor, her right on her seat, open and giving me a window to the blonde pussy between her thighs. She had her paper in her left hand and was eating her pears with her right, her white teeth snapping into the porous fruit, but none of the juices dripped past her full lips.
"Eat," Mom said, not looking at me. "If last night didn't wear you out, then you weren't trying hard enough."
I laughed to myself, the sound barely leaving my throat as my chest and shoulders shook. I picked up my phone, selected the camera, and took a picture of my mother. The first focused on her entire body, but for the next one, I zoomed in on her pussy, and for the last, Mom set down her fruit and lowered her hand between her legs, covering her inner and outer lips but not the hollow dip into her thighs. I snapped the picture as my cock grew semi-hard and continued to harden.
"Eat," Mom said.
I was hungry.
"Okay," I said.
A bowl.
A spoon.
Milk.
Cereal.
I finished my breakfast before Mom finished hers. I knew she felt me looking at her from where I sat in the guest of honor chair to her right when she smiled, silently chewing on her pair. I pushed my chair outward, the legs sliding against the wooden flooring, and I turned toward her, waiting.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Like a baby," Mom said. "You?"
"Same," I said, curling and uncurling my fingers against my upper thighs. "I woke up kind of sore." My heartbeat rose, and my feet tingled, the pre-damp signs of perspiration beading my palms and the soles of my feet.
"I woke up sore as well," Mom said, the corners of her lips pulling into a smile. "I've missed that feeling."
"Is it always like that?"
Mom's smile deepened as she said, "It is when I'm allowed to be on top."
I swallowed, my heart thumping at the perverse question that came to my mind, and I asked, "Dad doesn't let you be on top?"
"Not often," Mom whispered, her next breath coming in deep and shaky. "I was your father's princess before we married, and now he treats me like a queen when all I want to be is his whore."
My cock turned to steel, the head mashing into my shorts, the pressure trying to compress my knob.
"Since your father won't let me be his whore," Mom said, her voice low and anxious, "will you make me be your whore, Mark? Will you do that for your mother?"
I grabbed my cock through my shorts to ease the ache pulsing through it. "Yes," I said, squeezing myself hard, but that only reminded me of how exposed my dick was without my boxer briefs holding it in place.
"Well," Mom said, setting down her paper and turning her green eyes on me. "Then you better make me do something before I have to get my butt upstairs and go to work."
Mom turned her chair to the right, the left side of the backrest connecting with the table. She brought her knees back and feet up and slid her butt to the edge of her seat, her asshole hung above empty space. That little pucker between the bottoms of her cheeks caught my attention, and again, I knew, deep down, that my mother was an anal virgin. There was no way Dad had ever touched his queen down there.
My tongue found Mom's asshole the moment I had my head between her legs. I pushed into her little crinkle, tasting her vanilla lotion and hints of her pussy juices that had slid down her perineum and between her cheeks.
"Ooh," Mom hissed, adding a throaty moan as her body tensed. "Ooh, that's something your father would never do to me."
"Good," I whispered, licking upward from her pristine backdoor and swirling my tongue around her outer labia, pushing against the edges of her swollen pussy lips. Even with a night's worth of sleep, I could tell my cock had given her pussy a beating.
"That's right," Mom said, her voice filled with the tight strain of pleasure. "Lick the soreness out of me."
I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs, and Mom slid her arms inside her legs and pushed her elbows against the backs of her knees, holding herself up and open for me. Her pussy petals came apart with a slow, methodical beauty. Sticky strands of her cooze juice stretched between her lips, snapping apart as I pushed my tongue through their silky webbing and into my mother's pussyhole. It was as though I had slipped my tongue into a honeypot, the delicious taste of her nectar sizzling across the surface of my tongue, making my mouth water.
"Oh, baby," Mom whispered, "you stretched me out last night. Mmm, am I still tight for you?" She squeezed her pussy muscles, kissing the sides of my tongues with her walls. "Is Momma's pussy still tight for her son?"
"Mmm," I moaned into her snatch. "As tight a pussy as I've ever tasted."
Mom laughed.
"The other one is only eighteen-years-old," I whispered.
"Ooh," Mom said, narrowing her eyes and puckering her lips. "I'm as tight as an eighteen-year-old. That's naughty, baby."
I smiled and tongue-fucked my mother's opening, licking the edges of her lips and then beyond her hole. Mom held her legs up, her body twitching and quivering whenever I wet her cunny lips or dipped beyond her pink rim and painted the insides of her clam with my spit. After I had bathed my face in her nectar, I brought my hands down her thighs, using my fingers to collect her juices in turns. My left hand dipped below my waistband, grabbed my cock, and lubed my thickness with her fuck-juices while I lowered my right forefinger to her asshole and pushed against the tight pucker of her backdoor.
"Ooh, Mark, baby," Mom whispered, "you're getting nasty with me."
"My whore," I said, kissing her pussy right below her clit before taking it into my mouth and sucking. Mom bucked her hips, and she took in a sharp gulp of air as I prodded her rosebud, teasing her flesh inward and beginning to open her asshole. While playing with her butthole, I stroked my fat cock harder.
"Uh," Mom grunted when the tip of my finger pushed her pucker open. I didn't enter her chute. Instead, getting stuck between the rubbery ring of her sphincter. "Fuck me, Mark. Oh, fuck, put that big dick into your Mommy's pussy."
I growled, rising to my knees and pushing my shorts down my legs. My cock flopped upward, spitting translucent precum onto my mother's wet cunny. I grabbed my shaft by the base and nudged the head up to my mother's slit. Her wet folds created a puffy pie around the small lips of her inner slit. Inspired by the site of her kitty, I rubbed my knob through her lips several times, teasing her opening as she shuddered in anticipation of my first thrust. I pulled my cock back, brought it down, spanking her wet clit to the sound of a sexy slap that made my mother yelp.
"Come on, baby," Mom urged me with an almost angry whisper, her face intense and her expression predatory. She still had her knees back and her feet up, though she had moved her arms outside of her legs and had taken her ankles in her hands, creating a frame for her face and tits as her cardigan fell to the sides. "Put your head into my hole and then give me your cock all at once." Mom tightened her jaw. "Make me feel it, Mark. Hurt me, baby."
My heart did a double-pump, swelling to twice its size as my mother ordered me to dominate her with my cock. I heard her thoughts, the sounds behind her eyes, and trembling in her expression chanting: Control me with your dick. Abuse me with your dick. Fuck this little pussy into submission. Do it-do it-do it.
I wet my cock with her pussy juices one more time. Mom nodded, and she nodded faster when I spat into my hand and lubed my shaft. She gathered spit, holding it on the tip of her tongue, and I let her dump it into my palm. I used her slippery juices to grease my knob and shaft one more time, making it glisten with a menacing glare.
My knob appeared too big for my mother's muff when I eased the tip into the hot hole at the bottom of her slit. I had my knees forward and my ass back so I could mash my groin against my mother's at the end of my first deep stroke. Mom trembled as I nudged my glans past her lips until they closed over my corona. I shivered, then took my shaft by the base, pulling back on my dick skin to make my cock as tight as possible, though it was already as hard and straight as a bar of iron.
"Are you sure?" I whispered. "Are you sure you want all of it, Mom?" I licked my lips, my skin tingling, and my chest swelling. "That's a lot of dick for your little pussy."
"Yeah," Mom pouted. "I want it all--uh!"
I had thrust my hips forward the moment Mom had said "all."
Mom's tight, wet insides fought against my cock, straining then breaking, her velvety softness yielding to the hardness filling her hole. She arched her back and bucked her hips forward, her face breaking with that pleasure-pain mix that most porno girls fake unless they're in some asshole's one-bedroom apartment, getting a gritty, unsupervised fuck. My cock tingled as it slid through my mother's pink pudding, her heat wrapping around my stiff soldier with a lover's caress. I moaned. She groaned. When my mound smacked into hers and my balls spanked her asshole, she released a tight, "Ahhh," as her eyes rolled back in her head.
"You okay?" I whispered.
"Fuck me," Mom said through gritted teeth. "Oh, fuck me, baby, and make me feel every inch of that big dick."
I placed my hands on my mother's hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as I pulled my cock out to the tip and thrust back into her, bucking my groin against her pussy with a loud slap of flesh. Mom's body jumped back, but I held her in place, my arms tensing, as did she. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcing heavy gasps from my mother's throat as I piston-fucked my dick through my mother's tiny twat.
"Uh, uh, uh, shit," my mother moaned. "Uh, uh, uh, shit!"
Mom widened her eyes with each inward thrust, then narrowed them as I hit bottom. She glared at me, the glint was sexy, and her hunger melted away the walls holding back my orgasm. On a very hard thrust, she let go of her feet and grabbed my hands, her ankles falling to either side of my head. I had to let go of her hips and grab the sides of her chair's backrest. Her hands were now on my forearms near my elbows. The chair legs scraped against the floor as my thrusts pushed it backward, and I pulled it forward, keeping my mother's blonde pussy meat tight around my cock at all times. Mom's moans grew louder, stronger, her eyes closing and her mouth opening. Her pussy took every inch of cock that I could feed it, and her lungs released her pleasure with each deep-dicking stroke into her helpless twat.
"Oh, fuck, ah--uh-uh-uh," my mother uttered, whimpering and whining, her voice straining to capture her emotions as her pussy tightened around my prick. Cream dripped from her, and a wet melody played between her pink folds. The nasty sounds drove my mind insane while the juicy tunnel between my mother's thighs sent electric bliss throughout my glans' nerve endings.
I started changing my angles of penetration and varying my speed, as Mom had done last night while riding me. Loud moans left her lips, followed by surprised gasps and high-pitched yelps whenever I bottom-out within the creamy well of her pussy channel. "Oh, baby, Mark--oh-oh-oh--I'm gonna come! Oh, god, no, it feels too good. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, no--I can't, I can't--I can't take it--oh!"
Mom came, crying out and trembling, her lips quivering as she panted hard. Cream dripped from her, thick and wet, spraying out around my dick. She squirted her cum onto my balls. Juices dripped down her asshole. My cock slid through her cunny tunnel, the tightness of her walls rubbing me here and there, though her body's juices made it easier for me to glide in and out of her spasming twat.
"Oh, god, no--again!" Mom whimpered, this time sobbing as another orgasm washed through her insides. Her cheeks turned pink, and she shook her head at me, tears in her eyes. "No more, baby. No more. No more, no more--oh, god--again!"
I was close to coming, but Mom was shaking and crying real tears. I waited for her orgasm to end, and just when her pussy tightened as if she was about to spill even more cum over my cock, I pulled out of her and stood. Her feet dropped to the floor, and as weak as she was, Mom leaned forward and wrapped her full lips around my cock like a good girl. Sucking, licking, and jerking followed as she cleaned her cum from my prick, not stopping even after my balls tingled and my body tensed, and I threw back my head and came, filling my mother's mouth--my nasty, naughty, slutty mother's mouth--full of my hot, incestual seed.
"Ah, ah, ah," I gasped. "Fuck, Mom. Fuck--you're the best mom ever!"
"Mwah, mwuh, mwuh, mwah," Mom uttered around my cock, sucking me hard, her sounds wet and sloppy while she jerked me off with one hand and coaxed the last of my nut out of my sack with the other. I fell to the floor after I came. My softening cock stretched between my mother's lips and plopped out of her mouth with a loud, naughty sound.
We sat in the kitchen for several minutes, regaining our breaths. Finally, Mom said, "I need to get to work." She stood on shaky legs and left the kitchen, walking funny and bracing herself against the wall.
I lay there for a while until I decided I had better take another shower and rest up for Mom's lunch break. There was a lot more sex to come before Dad came home and then, even after.
* * * * *
I showered, I rested, then I decided to work out. We had a spare upstairs master suite that dad and I had converted into a small gym. We had a treadmill, an Olympic weight bench, dumbbells, a pull-up, and dip machine, and just enough room to use each machine without having to tuck anything in. I skipped cardio and performed a lightweight/many reps routine, working hard, but not so hard I wouldn't be able to give my mother the fucking she deserved.
What a weird thought, I thought. Giving my mother the fucking she deserved. Never in my life had I imagined myself thinking something like that for any reason, but now it seemed as natural as breathing.
I took another shower, humming "Never Going to Give You Up" by Rick Astley.
Jeans and a plain black T-shirt made up my outfit, and I was downstairs, sitting on the couch with my phone off to the side when I heard Mom's office door open and close. I heard the opening and closing of her bedroom door; then it opened again about ten minutes later.
Mom came downstairs, dressed in a high-on-the-thigh, gray tennis skirt. If she bent over, she'd be showing muff. She also wore a dark blue polo shirt with a white collar and trim. The fabric hugged her littlish tits, and by the way they bounced and her nipples stuck out, I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. She still had her hair worn back, though it looked neater than this morning. She had her purse on her left arm and her sunglasses on her face, and as she cleared the last stair, she tossed me the keys to her Mercedes SUV.
"I want to go out for lunch today," Mom said, heading for the door. "To Biggie's Burgers. You can drive."
"Your car?"
"Yeah," Mom said, "it's harder for most people to look through my windows than yours when we're driving. You never know when we may need our privacy."
I followed my mother outside. We were driving through our neighborhood five minutes later, on our way to the fast-food drive-through with Mom's purse in the backseat and my cock growing in pants every time she tilted her head to look at my crotch.
"How are things with Jenna?" Mom asked.
"Good," I said, shrugging, my eyes glancing at her lotioned legs. "She's frustrated."
"And you?"
"Not as much as I used to be." I smiled. "But, it's hard when I'm around her."
"You are being careful?"
I nodded.
"You've done stuff with Jenna," Mom said. "Tell me, what have you done?"
"Kissed," I said, my cheeks warming enough to tell me that they were turning red.
"Aw, what's the matter?" Mom asked. "Why so shy?"
I shrugged.
"Have you... sucked Jenna's titties?" Mom asked, licking her lips. "They look nice. Are they as cute as her pussy?"
"Yes," I said, my heartbeat rising and my cock swelling. "I've sucked them."
"Have you touched that pretty little pussy she was showing off in my living room yesterday?"
"Yes," I said, my voice shaky.
"Have you fingered it?"
"Yes."
"Tasted it?" Mom whispered. She sounded fucking hot.
"Yes," I said, lowering my voice as my cock pushed against my pants with a slow uncoiling of flesh.
"Has she gone down on you yet?" Mom asked, her voice turning throaty.
"She's waiting for our first time together, but she jerks me off."
"Has she ever jerked you off while you were driving?" Mom's right hand slid along her shoulder strap, tugging it further outward with every pass.
"Not yet," I said, and when Mom sat there staring at me through her sunglasses, I added, "but you're going to. Right now."
"Are you making me?"
"Yeah." My cock thickened, making my jeans uncomfortable. "I'm making you, Mom."
Mom pulled her shoulder strap over her head, letting it fall back against the seat. It was only then I noticed how loose the seatbelt was, and I immediately slowed down--not that I was driving fast in my mother's Mercedes--but I slowed down nonetheless. She turned toward me, pulling her left leg up, her pleated tennis skirt unable to hide the bright pink triangle of her lacy panties, the coverage so small that the start of her thong dipped between the lower portion of her pussy lips.
"Like them?" Mom asked, her eyes following mine between her legs as we sat at a stop sign. "I bought them for you."
"I love them."
A car honked behind me, and I drove off.
"Mark, if you're going to make me do naughty things to you," Mom whispered, "then take your time driving to Biggie's Burgers."
I took my time.
Mom leaned over, saying, "Shit," as she unbuckled her seatbelt completely. I eased up on the gas, driving as slow as I could without becoming too suspicious. She leaned toward me, her hands moving over my jeans, her touch tickling me through the thickness of my pants as she ran her right hand up my thigh. Her hand dipped inward, caressing my inner thigh, then sliding between my legs, cupping my cock and balls through my pants.
"What do we have here?" Mom teased, adding pressure to her caress as she played with my belt. "What are you stuffing your pants with to make your bulge so big?"
I could hear it in my mother's voice: She didn't want her dirty talk to be a monologue, so I said, "I'm stuffing my pants with the big cock you gave me."
Mom purred, squeezing my balls and causing my cock to bend against my jean's threaded fibers. She tore my leather belt apart, unfastened the buckle, and then the button holding my pants together. I had to lift my hips as Mom worked the zipper down and my pants open, fishing out my bent pole until it straightened. She spat on my knob, then gave my warm meat a few rod-wetting strokes with her right hand before she took my thick cock in her left hand and faced forward again.
"Do you want me to fist-pump this big dick, Mark?" Mom spread her legs and pulled her skirt up. "Is that what you want your mother to do for you, baby?"
"Yeah," I said, stopping at a light and looking around the street. There were other SUVs around, but Mom had tinted her windows as dark as the law allowed, maybe darker, but one look at Mom had always been enough for a police officer to let her off with a warning (not that she got pulled over often, just maybe more than most people). "I want you to get your hand wet and jerk off your son's hard cock."
My heartbeat hammered beneath my chest.
"You're a bad fucking boy," Mom purred, taking her hand from my cock and placing it between her legs. She rubbed the front of her panties, digging her fingers between her lips and forcing the dental floss up into her silky folds. After several soft sighs, Mom lifted her hand to her mouth and spat in her palm. Smiling, she reached over with her left hand and gripped my cock's crown as she lowered her right hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy some more.
The lights stayed green for me as Mom stroked my cock, varying the tightness of her grip and adjusting how much skin she pulled up around my knob. She jerked me fast, then slow, then she tugged my cock in her direction. She played with her pussy the entire time, using the same rhythm on her clit as she did on my prick. She laughed when I pulled into a residential street a block away from Biggie's Burgers, and she started a slow, teasing stroke that spread my precum into her palm.
"Baby," Mom pouted, "I'm hungry."
"Okay," I said, turning back onto the street and driving to our destination--but looking back, I don't think Okay was what Mom had wanted me to say, because....
Mom spoke again once we pulled up to the drive-through speaker, saying, "Oh, I can't wait for a thick, juicy burger, Mark, but that's okay because there's a big piece of meat right here, isn't there?" Mom turned her upper body toward me, angling her knees in the same direction. She lowered her head to my lap, taking my glans into her open mouth with one quick swallow, followed by an mmm sound.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned into the drive-through speaker.
"Hello," a young woman's voice said through the speaker. "Welcome to Biggie's Burgers, home of the biggest burgers in the world. How may I help you this afternoon?"
"Uh," I half-moaned, "that's a good question. Mom, what do you want?"
"Mmm, umm, mmm, mwah," Mom hummed around my cock, every sound she uttered came out thick and slobbery.
"Um," I said, my voice tightening, "I'll take two of your Jumbo Burgers with extra sauce and meat."
Mom purred around my cock, her blowjob turning sloppy and wet and her hungry sounds growing louder. Spit slid down my shaft as Mom opened her jaw wide, wiggling her head side-to-side as she fought to take down more of my hard salami.
"I'm sorry, sir, did you want an extra patty on those burgers?"
"No," I said, gritting my teeth as my knob slipped into Mom's throat. She gagged, sputtered, and kept going. "Just--uh--extra bacon."
My cock curved into Mom's throat, the new strain against my shaft tightened my balls. Her lips made contact with my short hairs, and Mom gagged again, choking and coughing. She tried to come up, but my mother's strain had ignited a buzzing in my nuts that wasn't going away. As I settled our order, I put my right hand on Mom's head and held her down on my cock. Mom fought to get up, coughing again, and I thanked the drive-through girl for our order and moved forward in line. Mom sputtered, her throat grinding against my knob, and then she palmed my nuts, and I lost it. My shaft swelled with cum. A moment later, I made a sticky deposit into my mother's tummy.
Mom was still gulping down my seed when we pulled up to the window. The drive-through attendant, a petite Latina teen--who I think I recognized from school--looked into Mom's SUV. Her hands went to her mouth, and her dark eyes grew wide. I smiled with as much of an I'm sorry expression on my face as I could manage, but she wasn't looking at my face, thank god. Mom dragged her lips up my cock, stopping with my glans still in her mouth, and she pumped my cock several times, pulling out the last of my spunk.
"I'm sorry," I mouthed to the attendant as I tried to put my cock away, which hadn't gone soft, not with this girl looking into the car, right at my dick. Her eyes never ventured to my face.
Mom wiped her mouth and grabbed her purse from the backseat, and then she asked, "I'm sorry, dear, how much was that again?"
Back on the street, Mom asked, "That was fun." She looked at my lap. "You're still excited."
"It won't go down," I said.
"Your cock won't go down, baby," Mom said. "Talk to me properly. So, did getting caught turn you on?"
"Did it turn you on?"
"Yes," Mom said, laughing. "These are the things your father would never let me do. We'd come so close to being nasty, but he could never follow through. I've been thinking about something lately...." Mom looked out the window. "We need to make a quick stop. I need to buy something."
"Where are we going?" I asked; the smell of the double cheeseburgers and crispy fries had already made my mouth water.
"Pink's Playground," Mom said. "It's a strip club."
"I," I said, cocking my head, "know what it is."
"You do?"
"We're going there as soon a Billy turns eighteen, I said, mentioning the youngest of my friends. Speaking of friends, I hadn't talked to anyone but Jenna since my mother had started teasing me. My mother fucking owned me. Shit.
"Do you know the way?" Mom asked.
"I do," I said.
"There's something I've always wanted to do in that place, and you're father almost let me once, for my birthday, but...." Mom shook her head. "Drive on."
I had no idea what Mom planned to buy or do at Pink's Playground, but I had visions of a stripper lineup, each girl topless and wearing a micro G-string that glowed with the power of neon sex. White girls, black girls, Asian girls, Mexican girls, Indian Girls--they danced in my head--a potluck of pussy that Mom wanted to buy for me. Jenna tried to poke her head into my fantasy, which only made me harder. Lap dances weren't cheating. As it turned out, dancing pussy was not on my mother's shopping list.
Pink's Playground had a downstairs pornography shop full of DVDs, sex toys, and everything you could buy on the internet, but without the overnight delivery. How many boyfriends had brought their girlfriends down here after a night of titty watching? What nasty things did those girls buy afterward? What was Mom going to buy?
"Mom," I said, keeping my voice low as I looked at the big-titted MILF behind the checkout counter. "What do you need to buy from here?"
"There's something that I've always wanted to do, but it takes at least two cocks to do it," Mom said, walking to the far end of the shop where a wall made of dildos stood. Mom looked sideways at me and gave me a silly smile. "And your father's princess would never be allowed to own a dildo."
I laughed, but then a thought hit me, and I said, "Does Dad make you do things?"
"Yes, he does," Mom said. "Your father makes me stand on a pedestal when all I want to do is lick his asshole."
I tripped, the ground seeming to have grown an extra foot in height, and I almost fell on my face.
Mom laughed as her eyes scanned the wall. She took small steps, stopping to touch a box here, read a description there, or give a particularly big dick a visual once over.
"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"That night you cried," I said, "why'd you cry? This seems so natural to you."
Mom exhaled, her lips forming into a reflective smile. "I cried because I'm a mother."
I waited for more, but that's all she said. I reflected on those words until I understood what they had meant. I grabbed my mother's left hand with my right, and I squeezed her palm with a son's love. Mom turned her head, smiled at me, and squeezed my hand as well. Then she went back to the wall, her eyes all business once again.
Though Mom considered all of her options, her focus continually returned to the suction-cupped dildos. She went back to them, stopped, and looked over the phallic variations. Her eyes drifted to me, then back to the cocks, and then back to me, and then back to the cocks.
"How big do you think you are?" Mom asked.
I knew how big I was, and when I told her, Mom said, "Liar."
"I'm serious," I said.
Mom looked at me again, biting her lower lip and swinging her shoulders. "Since I'm your mother, I had to show no fear, but your dick did scare me a little."
Heat filled my cheeks, and a solid bar of warmth flowed into my shaft.
"We need a cock almost as big as yours," Mom said, "that we can stick to surface tops. I want to be able to suck something while getting fucked, and I want to be able to fuck something while I'm sucking you." She squeezed my hand again as her eyes had focused on a long, thick, and curved cock that looked about an inch shorter than mine. "I just want an extra prick to play with."
The image of Mom riding my father's cock while he slept came back to me, and I said, "Do you think Dad would wake up if you blew him while I fucked you?"
Mom's smile turned into a pucker, and her eyes widened, her brows rising, and she turned to look at me with an ooh, that sounds interesting expression on her face.
"We're still buying a dildo," Mom said before lowering her voice and adding, "but we're going to have to find out about your father, you dirty fucking bastard."
My cock spat up a wad of creamy precum as my mother gave me a sexually charged glare. She grabbed the suction cup dildo that she had been eyeing and walked us toward the checkout counter, pulling me by the hand.
The big-titted MILF rang us up, saying, "Aren't you the lucky one," to me. "Where'd you find this cutie, cougar?"
"I found him trying to get into my pants," Mom said, and the two shared a laugh as if they were old friends.
"Aren't they all?" Big Tits asked.
Mom looked at me and asked, "Did the drive-through really turn you on?"
"Yeah," I said, still remembering the shock in the attendant's eyes.
Mom turned back to Big Tits. "I read about this place on the forum FillMeUp, and I'd like to play with my new toy on-site, in the Buyer's Showroom." Mom made a silly face. "That's a real thing, right?"
"You're a kinky one," Big Tits said. "It's real. Follow me."
"Mah," I said, then changed what I was about to say to "Deborah," which was my mother's real name.
"Mark," Mom said, pulling me along as she followed Big Tits down a hallway. "Keep calling me, 'Mom.' The watchers will get a kick out of it."
"The watchers?"
"Some watchers," Big Tits said. "It's a bit early, but you'll get a few granddads to drop a few loads this afternoon."
Mom laughed, yet her cheeks swirled with red, matching the heat that bloomed across mine. Could I do what I think we were going to do?
"My boy here is going to watch his Momma," Mom said. "The website said you'd provide me with a mask."
"I'll take care of you." Big Tits stopped in front of a door, turning and winking at Mom. "Don't you worry, Momma."
We walked down a dark hallway with red baseboard lighting. Bit Tits opened one of the doors within the wall for me, saying, "Have fun, young man," as she gestured for me to step inside the room. "There's an intercom in there if you want to order a stripper." I looked at Mom, who motioned with an all-to motherly, get your butt moving, mister, sideways head-tilt. I gave my mother one last look before stepping inside a large room that smelled of sweat, pussy, sex, and cum.
Within the room, six black cushioned chairs fanned outward in a half-circle in front of a glass wall set within a frame of white fluorescent tubing. Three older men sat in the chairs, the two in chairs five and six had a naked stripper on their lap, each with a shaved pussy and palm-sized tits. The blonde and brunette strippers look about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they had the hard, bendable bodies of life-long ballerinas. The last man sat in chair number one with his pants undone and his cock out, stroking it with a lazy motion, and I looked away the moment I realized what he was doing.
I had stopped walking right inside the doorway, its lock driving home with a thunderbolt-like click that rattled my spine. Behind the glass wall to my right, a single stripper danced in a bright room whose lighting didn't shine into our room. She had a thicker body than the two girls in my room, with bigger tits and a small, black landing strip splitting her olive-toned muff. Behind her, the room had a single stripper's pole that she wasn't using as she stood sideways to us, her body curving like a snake's as she danced up and down.
No one said a word to me. The men didn't look at me. The strippers did, and I could see in their faces that they'd rather dance for me than the other two guys-- who had their fucking dicks out! I hurried to chair number three, my cock softening, and I sat and tried to hide my head behind the short wings of the recliner. Even with that precaution, I could still see chair number six and the blonde stripper dancing for her customer under the soft glow of electric sex.
A seamless white door opened in the back wall of the room behind the glass. Big Tits stuck her head in, saying, "We got a showgirl who wants the stage." The words came through a speaker in the walls. The men around me perked up; the man in chair number one gave his old cock several harder strokes to straighten out his pecker. I didn't look, but it was impossible not to notice his motions from the peripherals of my vision, sitting at the center of the crescent as I was.
The thick stripper left the room, and after a moment, Mom walked into the room. She was wearing nothing but a leather black bunny mask that left her lips, jaw, and the back of her head bare but covered her face from her nose to her hairline. My cock pushed hard against my jeans, forgetting all about the bums on either side of me.
Mom's body shined beneath the room's lights as though she had lathered her golden skin in a thin layer of oil. Her tan stood out darkly against her sunlight hair. I heard a pair of groans to my left and the smacking of a hand jerking a cock to my right. Mom's pubes lay matted to her mound. Definitely oiled, I thought as Mom turned her head from left to right, casting her eyes over our room.
"Can she see us?" I asked the strippers to my left, leaning forward so that I could look at them.
"No," the guy to my right said. "The view is one way, and that's one hot slut. Look at that fucking body."
"I wasn't asking you," I said.
He flinched, but his words and their meaning--the effect my mother had had on him and the two guys to my left, even the strippers--warmed my skin and sent a buzz of pride radiating outward from my chest that swelled my entire being. "That hot slut came here with me." A chill ran through me. "That hot slut is mine."
My mind blanked for a moment, and all I could hear was the echo of my statement, the words bringing an ache to my balls. That hot slut is mine. That hot slut was my mother, and she was mine. Why had I said that aloud? Why wasn't I punching the guy who called my mother a hot slut in the face? I groaned as I put my right hand on my cock, thinking, He wants what I have.
"Lucky you," the man to my right said, stroking himself harder as he focused on my mother and the way she stood, with her legs slightly parted and the crease of her muff pressed together, glistening with oil.
Mom is insane, I thought, my inner voice distant with a tremor of laughter running beneath it. Note to self: If your wife wants to get freaky in the bedroom, let her! Mom lifted her flesh-colored dildo to her mouth and turned sideways to us. Her little ass curved outward, not as much as Jenna's, but it wasn't flat, either. Mom had a tight tennis Mom's butt, and for a moment, I wished that she had kept her skirt on until she brought her dildo to her mouth and pushed the mushroom tip between her lips, which forced every thought I was about to have from my mind.
My mother didn't scarf the dick down like a slut; she dined on that fake cock like a queen. Her lips widened but stayed glued to the silicone as it disappeared into her mouth. She pushed it inward, and she pulled it outward, her new cock coming out wet and shiny, then going back in further than before, then coming out, then in--more of the cock disappearing, reaching the halfway point beyond her lips. Her cheeks puffed out, and she blew out a wad of air and spit, gagged, pulled out, and pushed back in, her tits shaking and her ass cheeks jiggling.
"Fuck me, this slut is beautiful," the man to my right said.
I didn't look at him, but inside... inside, my heart swelled with pride. Where was my anger? (I had some anger, but it wasn't pure anger.) Where was my need to punch this guy right in his throat? (I wanted to fuck my mom while he watched--I wanted him to wish he was me.) His voice held longing and desire and a distant tremor that sounded like regret that he'd never get to touch my mother, or any woman like her, in his life.
You like being envied, dickhead, my cock whispered to me. Your mom is yours. Take pride in her. Stroke your ego, then stroke me.
My dick was one-hundred-percent correct.
I rubbed myself through my jeans as Mom tilted her head back, gagged again, sputtered, spit, and pulled the cock from her mouth. After gasping, she looked at the mirror, her eyes seeming to find me, and she took the cock down again. Her throat must have opened because she didn't gag as it slid into her mouth past the halfway point, her lips stretching as far as they could, like when she tried to take my cock into her mouth.
"Fuck me," someone to my left whispered.
Mom's breasts heaved, and she shook her head and wiggled her dildo, trying to force more down her throat. After a long minute, or two, she pulled it out and gagged again, coughing up thick wads of spit that dripped down her chin and onto her perfect, smallish tits.
"She's a cocksucker," the Right Guy said. "A tasty treat born to eat meat."
I looked at him. I wasn't mad, but I was ready to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he wasn't talking to me, not by the way he stared straight ahead as he stroked himself. His eyes were huge, and his voice was full of resonating awe. I left him alone and turned my eyes back to my mother and the gritty, pornographically surreal reality that surrounded us.
Mom dropped to her knees and stuck the cock against the glass just a little below her mouth. Again, I swore that she looked right at me as if she knew where I was sitting. I had my hand on my pants, over my rock-hard cock, and my solid bar of dick-steel wanted to tear through my jeans for a breath of fresh air. My left hand went straight to my belt, but I curled my fingers into a fist, holding myself still. Mom, though, was anything but still.
Her store-bought cock had realistic balls, and she cupped them the way she cupped mine, her fingers dancing over its sack and making my own nut-bag tingle. As she wrapped her lips over her dildo's knob, she jerked off the shaft, gathering her spit, then dropping her hand down to her bald pussy lips where her meaty cunny folds were soft and tender, hanging between her thighs in two fat, mouthwatering crescents. She was kneeling with her knees spread, and the dark creased between her pouty lips dripped with her juices and spit, and every time her fingers found her clit, her entire body shuddered with small, pleasure-filled quakes.
"Ride me harder, Candy," a guy to the left said.
"Sure thing, Gramps," she said.
I turned my eyes to the left, expecting to see fucking, but the girls were only rubbing their naked asses against both men's laps, trapping their cocks between their cheeks and the john's stomachs. Everyone was watching my mother, and the strippers didn't seem to notice how these old fucks cupped their little titties and pulled on their nipples. The only sign that the girls felt anything was the slight tightening of their faces and their soft gasps as the old guys tweaked their nipples hard.
Mom drew my attention again; her sloppy moans and wet fuck sounds were coming through the room's speakers with new, cock-buzzing nastiness. She had squeezed her tits together, and now she was holding the silicone dick between them, fucking the cock as she dribbled saliva onto her chest. Her skin glistened with oil and spit as the light reflected off the semi-white liquid making a mess on her body. After several minutes of itty-bitty-titty fucking, Mom stood and readjusted the cock against the glass, then she turned around and bent over at the waist, backing her pussy up toward the cock and its long banana curve.
I groaned and stood, walking toward the glass wall. I stopped close enough to look down at my mother's ass, now in a heart shape, as she bent over at the waist. Her cheeks curved outward and around, then down into her thighs, her crack was visible, and so was everything between, including her little, tan-colored pucker. My eyes dropped lower, where her pussy-swells puffed out against her thighs. Her outer folds were in a narrow oval shape, protecting the straight line of her inner crease. My left hand opened, my fingers grabbing onto my belt, the buckle snapping open as I tore at my clothes.
"Hey, wait, hey!" one of the strippers said, and then she was a step to my left, her john pushing her against the glass wall as he rubbed his cock across her buns. "Wait, damn it! Wait."
Mom's pussy touched the tip of the missile-shaped knob, so much like mine, but smaller in every way, except for its curve. The dildo pushed Mom's soft lips inward, her pussy collapsing and then widening to the sides, her slit turning into a pink circle as she eased her twat-hole over the oil-slick dildo stuck to the wall.
"Oh, yeah," Mom moaned as the dick stretched her slot open.
"No," the stripper next to me whined, followed by a low and angry, "uh," as a cock broke its way into her prepaid muff. "You have to--uh--pay me--uh--first!"
"Yeah," Gramps said, sighing and slapping the stripper's small ass, his enthusiasm met with curses and whimpers.
My right hand joined my left, reaching into my pants and fishing out my iron-hard pole as my left hand pushed the waistline of my boxer briefs down below my nuts. I placed my left hand on the glass, spread my legs, and stroked my cock as my mother fed her muff to her brand new dildo.
"Uh, fuck, uh," Mom moaned as she took the cock halfway up her snatch, keeping her legs tightly together, her juice-box swelling and making her blonde clam as snug as possible. "Mmm, yeah, mmm, Mark, baby, fuck."
"My name's Jim," the cock-stroker to the right of me said, standing a few feet from me. "C'mon, say my name. It's Jim. Say Jim for me."
My heart surged with new energy. Did I want to punch this guy? Did I want to fuck Mom in front of him? Was this a strange dream that I'd later jerk off to, then wish I'd never had, then jerk off to it again?
"Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, oh!" the stripper next to me whimpered as her hands slid up and down the wall as the old guy fucked her young pussy hard.
Somewhere behind us, the other stripper groaned as one of her holes found itself stuffed with thick man-meat.
I stroked my dick faster, forgetting about the voyeurs and exhibitionists next to me. I stared down at my mother's ass, her tight pucker, and her vertical smile as it gobbled down a healthy dose of fuck-stick. My balls swelled as I stroked my cock, flinging precum onto the glass, encouraged by Mom's pleasure-filled cries as she fucked her pussy all the way back to the glass wall. The backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks flattened, spreading out, and when she pulled her pussy off the dildo, I saw that her sweet nectar had stained the glass.
This continued for several minutes until Mom reached back with her left hand and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it to the side. Her asshole and pussy lips stretched, and her right hand dipped between her legs from the front. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed the little nub in wide circles. Mom's whimpers picked up, and her pussy turned creamy around the cock buried within her slippery muff.
My balls tingled.
The guy still sitting in the chair moaned, shouting, "Fuck, I'm coming!" as the guy next to me shot his load against the glass wall. I kept stroking my dick, watching Mom, and holding back my rising cum. The guy force-fucking the other stripper jizzed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard as he drove his dick into her muff with a skin-slapping thrust. He let her go, and she sank to her knees, breathing hard as the old man's sperm leaked out of her.
Mom's whimpers reached a new pitch, and she came hard, pressing her pussy down the cock and grinding her butt against the glass. A tremor shook my entire body. My thighs swelled, flexing and tensing, and I rose onto my toes, aiming my cock at Mom's back as I splattered the wall with my jizz. Mom continued whimpering, her knees bending and straightening, her hands on her thighs, her pussy twisting the cock as she ground her insides against the silicone.
She eventually slid off the dildo, its long body covered in my mother's cum as it wobbled side to side after her dismount. Mom fell onto her hands and knees, her pussy staring at me, its pinkness revealed and glistening with her juices. She breathed hard for a while before looking over her shoulder at me and said, "We got to go, Son, lunch is waiting."
(I still don't know how my mother's eyes kept finding me through the one-way glass.)
"Oh, fuck," the man to the right said. "She really is your slut."
I stepped back, wearing a smile that was all ego as I put my dick away. Gramps grabbed his stripper's blonde hair and pushed her face toward my cum. She frowned, scrunching her face as he rubbed her cheek into my seed, followed by her mouth and lips as he said, "Lick it up, Angie. I'm paying you for this."
I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn't have to jerk off.
Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, "I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn't stop myself, baby. I couldn't stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?"
By the time we returned home, I was ready to fuck again.
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