Capítulo 1679: I'M WONDER WOMAN
I guess the way to start this narrative is to introduce myself. My name is Hector and I am a nineteen year old first year student at a college about a two hour drive from home. The car I drove, a current year Ford Mustang was a high school graduation gift from my parents.
Fortunately, my family was well off meaning I had never experienced financial woes at any time in my life. My dad was a big shot lawyer who had seldom been home when I was growing up. Dad had dedicated his life to attaining wealth through his career. Alexandros, usually addressed as Alex, was a large, formerly well built man of Greek heritage. Over the years, Dad had morphed into a fat slob and a drunk.
My mom, Angelika, also of Greek heritage, could have been the exact antithesis of my father. Mom was devoted to our extended family, myself, and our home. Although pushing forty years of age, she had maintained her figure. Family photos from Mom's youth showed a hot young woman with big boobs, long blondish hair to her waist, a flat tummy, and legs that went on forever.
Mom was five eight and despite having given birth to me at the age of nineteen had maintained her figure with only a few pounds added and pouching her tummy. Her boobs, 36C's I knew from snooping, seemed firm yet and gravity defying.
Mom's legs were long and muscular. Her favorite footwear for formal occasions were four inch stilettoes while she favored tight, form fitting dresses and skirts for all occasions. She turned her nose up at pants and jeans. Of course, with her long legs on display, she wore stockings almost every day.
Although over the years I had seen Mom in various stages of undress, I never really paid any attention to her in a sexual way. My female attractions were the girls I went to school with, never having any issues finding a girlfriend. It was only in high school while chatting with some buddies after class had been dismissed for the day, that I began to see Mom as a sexually attractive creature.
One of my guys pointed to a hot blonde walking across the parking lot in our general direction.
"That is one hot momma!" he said pointing her out.
"That woman defines MILF," said another.
"Holy fuck, guys, that's my mom!"
Everyone looked at each other in varying levels of embarrassment before scuttling away. Walking as if she were on a model's runway, Mum came up to me. My eyes opened by the guys, I had to agree with their characterization of her as a MILF.
From that afternoon onward, I sought out opportunities to check out my MILF. It didn't matter if she were in bathing suits or skirts and dresses, I looked at her as a woman and not a mom in the most surreptitious manner I could. Whenever she was out and I was home alone, I would also find my nose in her lingerie drawer. Literally. The perfume she wore adhered to her clean laundry. Her natural perfume, or musk, adhered to her used lingerie in the clothes hamper.
My last summer home before college seemed to find me in a perpetual state of blue balls. It was the hottest summer in recorded history of our area meaning much time was spent in the pool.
A coincidence, no doubt, but with my close friends and their girlfriends visiting almost daily, the girls seem to find themselves in a constant competition to see who had the skimpiest bathing suit, the sexiest body in that bikini, and the most outrageous behaviour in their bikinis.
Mum came out to see what the commotion was all about on one of our earliest days, to catch the girls doing sexy dances and flashing us from their stage on the diving board. Most of the guys preferred the girls flashing one eyes, baring their pussies for a moment, but I was always a tits and ass man.
Busted! Also wearing a bikini, Mom stood at the far end of the pool watching the goings on. The group noticed her almost immediately and called out loud hellos. Of course, the level of raunchiness on the diving board dropped off. I wasn't sure if she had seen the flashings from her angle. Maybe we weren't busted.
After smiling and waving at the group, Mom turned around and returned to the house, signaling me to follow her. I guess she had seen our shenanigans after all.
She was waiting for me in the kitchen. She wasn't smiling.
"Hec, you can't let those girls do that," she said.
"But, Mom, they were just dancing."
"They were not just dancing, Hector. They were also flashing you boys. I don't want that happening in my house."
"But, Mom."
My mother interrupted me.
"No, but moms," she said in a tone indicating she was close to being angry. "I won't have it, young man!"
Conceding defeat, I replied, "Yes, Mom."
"I think you should send your friends home now."
Mom turned and walked away, leaving me with no possible response except to stare at her wriggling ass. As mentioned, I am a tits and ass man. My mother had both and my recent revelation of Mom as a sexy woman meant I always admired her in a bikini.
Just as she was about to leave the room, she turned suddenly, catching me admiring her ass.
"Send them home now, Hector," she demanded.
Lifting my eyes to meet her gaze, I saw a twinkle in her eye and a smile, almost, on her face.
"Yes, Mom, right now."
My friends were obviously disappointed to learn that our afternoon fun had been called to a close. They were all muttering unkind things as they gathered up their things and departed.
I was angry with my mother that she had embarrassed me by sending my friends away. I was also embarrassed that she had caught us in our mild sexual flirting. And, I was more embarrassed that she had caught me staring at her firm and taut ass.
Finding myself standing alone at poolside, I decided to clean the pool. I really only had two chores around the house. Keep my room clean and keep the pool clean in between the weekly visits from the pool guy.
Not much time passed before Mom returned to poolside. To my surprise, in addition to her book and tube of sun screen, Mom was also carrying a glass of wine. She really wasn't much of a drinker, a reaction to my father's overindulgence, I suppose. And, our wine glasses were huge. Dad sized, I guess. From personal experience, I knew you could pour a lot of wine into one glass. Enough to make me tipsy anyway.
Assuming Mom would still be angry with me, I applied myself to cleaning the pool very energetically. Of course, I stole glances at my mother laying on the chaise whenever I could. I even moved around the pool to find the best views of Mom's breasts.
Unfortunately, being focused on Mom's boobs, I tripped over the hose of the pool vacuum. Needless to say, I fell into the water. When climbing out, I was sure some of Mom's laughter was at my expense. My trunks were plastered to my body and my Mom inspired chubby was on display.
I left the poolside area as quickly as possible taking refuge in my room. Later that day, having dried off, I was laying on my bed, only wearing briefs, texting my buddies and listening to music with my headset on.
Catching a flash out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway. I don't know how long she had been standing there. Her gaze seemed to be lower than my eyes. Was she checking me out? Wondering if that was even possible seemed to breathe life into my dick as it began to grow some more.
Mom wanted to apologise for her behaviour earlier and her chasing my friends away. I apologised to her for disrespecting her by allowing my friends to act that way. My mother walked to the side of my bed and told me she wanted a hug.
I sat up at the side of the bed and before I could stand up, Mom closed the distance between us, pulling me tight against her in that hug. My arms went around her as well.
Mom was still wearing her bikini from earlier that day. And, due to the height difference between us, my head was against Mom's 36C's. She had her arms around me pulling me as tightly as possible against them. My arms were around her waist, hugging her as tightly.
I don't know where I got the nerve to do it but I turned my head so that my lips were against one of her breasts. She jumped a little in response to the shock, I guess, and suddenly her ass was in my hands. Naturally enough, I squeezed her butt cheeks.
Mom allowed that to continue for a minute or three before pushing away from me. She gave me a loving pat on my cheek before turning away and leaving the room. My eyes were glued to her olive skinned ass realizing there was more wriggle than usual. When she stopped in the doorway, my eyes lifted to see her smiling at me and blowing a kiss. I was sure she checked my package before our eyes met.
I wish I could say that in the following days and weeks before summer ended, I saw my mother in various stages of undress. The only wrapped in a towel coming out of the bathroom and such. But, that wasn't the case. We lived in a large house. There was a master en suite and I even had a bathroom of my own. So no clad only in a towel events occurred.
Occasionally Mom would lay outside in the sun. I always did my best to be around the pool on those occasions, waiting patiently to be invited to put lotion on her back or whatever. Never happened.
My father decided we would have a combination end of summer slash going away party for me at our house on the Labour Day weekend. He invited colleagues and clients while I invited my buddies and girlfriends. Being distracted this summer, I had a girlfriend of my own but it wasn't serious. Still, she was there as well.
The party was a success. Alcohol flowed and even we teenagers were able to snag a cocktail or three here and there. At one point, my girlfriend, who had snuck a drink, and I were behind the poolhouse making out.
I don't know why but Mom came looking for me and discovered us with our tongues deep in the other's mouth and my hands all over her ass. She gave us an 'ahem' before turning and walking away. I might have continued with our encounter but my girlfriend, very embarrassed, decided she needed to go home.
By the time, the party attendees, of all ages, were making their exits, my father had quite a load on. Mom had to help him upstairs to their bedroom. Without any prompting, I decided to start cleaning up the mess. Mom was pretty surprised to find me hard at work when she returned.
Looking around, she decided I had done enough for that night.
"Hec, will you turn on the hot tub, please? I want a relaxing soak."
"Sure, Mom," I replied.
"Are you going to join me?"
"Sure, Mom," I repeated. I am such a great conversationalist.
Mom disappeared into the house, going upstairs to change. We had a super duper turbo heater on the hot tub meaning it didn't take long to heat up. By the time Mom returned wearing an extremely skimpy bikini that I had never seen before, the tub was warm enough for us.
It dawned on me that Mom had partaken of the booze throughout the day when she tripped over nothing on her way to the tub. She had some difficulty keeping her balance as she lowered herself into the tub. This came as a surprise to me as I had never even seen my Mom tipsy before let alone drunk.
With both of us in the tub soaking in the warmth, my gorgeous olive skinned mother was laying back against the tub railing. To my delight, her boobs were just out of the water and I could see her nipples poking upwards.
Mom's bikini, as I said earlier, was very skimpy. Her boobs were hardly contained by the suit. I was able to see a fair amount of uncovered breast. Mom opened her eyes to catch me admiring them. Okay, maybe lusting would be a better word.
"Hector, do you remember when I found you and your friends watching your girls dance on the diving board?"
Where was she going with this? It was weeks and weeks ago so a little late to be giving me shit now.
"Umm...yeah, Mom."
"What were the girls doing besides dancing that had y'all so fascinated?"
I couldn't see any reason for the question since she obviously knew the answer already. I decided to just brazen it out.
"The girls were flashing us guys."
"Did it get you excited, Hec?" she asked.
How could I say no to that? I just nodded at her.
"I guess you were attracted to them because they were all young girls your age?"
"To tell you the truth, Mom, they were sexy but age had nothing to do with it."
"No? Would you have been as excited if a woman my age was doing the flashing?"
"I don't know about the rest of the guys," I began," but I have a thing for more mature women. I would have enjoyed it as much if not more."
"Really," she commented. "What if it had been me on the diving board?"
"Mum, you are absolutely gorgeous!" I hesitated wondering if I dared say more. "I would have given anything to see you on that board flashing me like the other girls were."
"Really," she repeated with a slightly drunken slur.
We continued to soak in the tub, Mom's boobs still on display. Neither of us was saying anything to the other. Suddenly, Mom thrashed about in the tub, trying to get her feet under her. She was shortly standing before me with her hands on her alcohol induced swaying hips.
I assumed she was going to get out of the hot tub when her hands left her hips, sliding up her body to her breasts. No doubt, my eyeballs came close to popping out of my head. Her hands were doing more than sliding, they were caressing her body.
Especially the olive hued globes perched on her chest. My eyes popped even further when my mother uncovered first one tit and then the second one. I sat motionless across the tub drinking it all in.
Her tits were fabulous. Less sag than you would expect from a woman her age. The olive tint to her flesh, the more brownish tinge of her areolae, and almost black hue of her nipples. Nipples that were pointing straight at me.
Mum took a shaky step towards me, then another. On the third step, she fell, landing in my arms.
"Mom!" I cried out.
"Yes, I am," she said after a couple moments of silence. Mom pulled herself together, climbed back to her feet and reached for the side of the hot tub.
"Are you okay, Mom? Do you need help?"
"No." A long pause while she stood at the side of the tub facing away from me.
"It must have been the booze. I'm sorry, Hector."
I didn't respond as my brain had auto engaged on her alluring, heart shaped ass. There was plenty of opportunity to ogle her muscular glutes as she climbed out of the tub and crawled to the deck supports. All too soon, she was back in the house.
I replayed the last minutes of our hot tub soak over and over in my mind concentrating on making sure those tits of hers would remain carved into my memory forever. And her ass! What I wouldn't have given to run my tongue over her cheeks. I guess that was my heritage speaking.
It was only then that I recalled what she had said to me and the possible meanings. We both knew she was my mother so what could the statement mean? It finally occurred to me that she had been coming on to me revealing her breasts to me like that. Duh!
And, of course, she remembered even in her drunken state that she was my Mom. Obviously, nothing could happen between us. With no better alternative, I jacked off in the tub.
Within days, I was gone. Off to begin my college career. Mom and I, by accident or by design I didn't know, had no free time together. The topic of our hot tub affaire never came up.
Our college held Homecoming around Halloween for some reason. It didn't really matter to me as I had no interest in football or the antics surrounding it anyway. I decided to take the long weekend off and go home.
The day after my arrival was Halloween. None of my friends were around or with room in their separate agendas for me. It looked like it was going to be movie night in our theatre room all alone for me. Even Mom and Dad had plans. They were going to a probably lame costume party at some work associates of my fathers.
I really don't recall what Dad's costume was. Some superhero maybe. Mom was going as Wonder Woman. A wonder woman she was! I know my mouth fell open when I saw her.
Her big tits were stuffed into the red and white top, overflowing it even. It really only hid her nipples, already hard, from view. She turned around for me displaying her firm, heart shaped ass plastered into the blue spandex short shorts. The costume designers had taken some liberties, I saw as my gaze wandered down her body.
The shorts had garters hanging from them and Mom was wearing sheer stockings attached to the dangles. She was also wearing her usual four inch high stilettoes. By the time I had checked my Mom out from the top of her well coiffed hair to the tips of her toes, I had a chubby growing. Mom saw it.
Dad called her from the hall, urging her to hurry up as he wanted to leave. Probably jonesing for some alcoholic beverages like usual. Mom leaned down to me in order to give me a peck on the lips before leaving. The kiss may not have been much but the view it afforded of her boobs hanging out of the costume was a thrill in itself. Mom walked out of the room with, I'm sure, an extra generous wriggle to her spandex moulded ass.
It wasn't an exciting evening by any means. I watched a couple of old killer thrillers revolving around costume night. I was settling in for my third when the parental units returned.
Dad was obviously drunk as I could hear the slur in his voice from where I was sitting. Hearing the thud of his body hitting something, I called out asking Mom if she needed any help. Both voices in tandem told me they would make out fine without any help from me. I turned back to the movie.
It was maybe a half hour later when I heard Mom clomping down the stairs. She came into the theatre room still wearing her full costume right down to the stilettoes, reminding my chubby to return to life. Mom flung herself onto the couch beside me.
"How was the party?" I asked.
"It would have been fine if your father wasn't there too!" she exclaimed.
"What happened?"
"As usual, he drank nonstop and was pretty wasted. He demanded the wife of some guy dance with him. I think she agreed just to keep peace. Anyway, he started pawing at the woman and her husband took offence. Me and some guy, I don't know who he was, hustled your father out to the car before a fight could break out."
"Aw, Mom, I'm so sorry," I said while putting my arm around Mom's shoulders. She cuddled up to my chest. I could hear her sobbing and imagined the tears running down her cheeks. I hugged her tighter.
The natural thing to do at that time was to rub her back which I did. Comforting my mother, I rubbed her back gently. Mom seemed to be drawing some comfort from my soothing caresses on her back. Her sobbing was lowering in volume yet she pulled herself closer to me rather than sitting up.
Since my caresses were soothing her, I continued, allowing my hands to browse further and further across her back. Mom reached her hand around my waist tightening our embrace even further. Unfortunately, or fortunately maybe, her arm was actually resting on and pushing my chubby down. Of course, it was fighting the weight, trying to stand tall.
I discovered Mom's change in position also offered me more of her to caress. My hand was trailing along her and now getting side boob. My dick was signaling its approval of this addition by becoming a full fledged hard on struggling to shift the weight of Mom's arm off.
My mother leaned back enough to lift her arm from its restraining position on my dick to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her hand reached behind my head in order to pull my face to her. I was in awe as she moved closer with her full lips parting in invitation.Going with the flow, I murmured, "Oh, Mom."
"Not Mom, I'm Wonder Woman tonight."
Our lips met. Our first kiss, mother and son, was sweet but deep and passionate. More than a typical mother and son kiss should be. But, she wasn't my mom, she was my Wonder Woman. The tip of her tongue edged its way between my lips. My tongue met hers.
With our lips pressed together, Mom backed off a little in order to grip my lip with her teeth. She pulled it outwards and nibbled on it. I couldn't believe I had gone all these years without appreciating her lips any time my mother kissed me.
I shifted my position so that I was facing my Wonder Woman. Mom still had her one leg lifted over my lap. Naturally enough, my hand went immediately to her silky stockinged leg and along to her blue shorts covered ass. Between the shorts being so tightly moulded to her butt and the innate firmness of her cheeks, I couldn't get a firm grip. That didn't stop me from trying though.
Our exchange of kisses continued. By this time, our tongues were dancing together from one mouth to the other. Every time Mom's tongue slid between my open lips into my mouth, my cock gave a lurch. Mom must have felt it push against her upper thigh as she would moan in appreciation.
After what I supposed she felt were enough pushes and prods of my dick, my mother slid her hand from around my neck, down my body, until it rested on my rod. Talk about lurches! For a moment I was sure I was going to cum in my pants.
Getting myself and my churning balls under control was not an easy task. My hand fell off my mother's ass and I had to pull my face away from hers, halting our kisses.
"Mom," I whispered, "you are making me so hot."
"I'm not Mom, I'm Wonder Woman," she said. "I'm your Wonder Woman tonight."
"Mom," I stuttered. "I mean Wonder Woman, I'm going to cum soon."
My mother pulled away from me at the same time as she pushed me back flat against the couch.
"If you're going to cum, I'm going to make sure it is good for both of us," said my Wonder Woman.
I was speechless watching my mother fall to her knees between my spread legs. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, my dick was still rock hard, still threatening a quick release. My mother must have recognized my need as she wasted no time tugging my sweats and briefs down and tossing them aside.
Spellbound, I waited for whatever Wonder Woman had in mind as her next move. She had my cock in one hand and began to rub her face against it. Watching her and feeling the effects of my very own mother, the woman who gave birth to me, nuzzling my prick was just too much for me to handle.
My eyes, my hands, and even my balls clenched tightly. I felt my prick spurting. Forcing my eyes open, I saw that Mum's face was covered in my cum. In fact, she was still rubbing my cock against her face milking the last drops out while smearing my load all over.
Under normal circumstances, I would have been, should have been softening after releasing such a load of sperm. But, these were not normal circumstances. It didn't make any difference if I thought of this experience as being with Wonder Woman or simply my Mom. Either way, it just wasn't normal.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from the beautiful face still massaging my rod. The face was spattered with my ejaculate. Some of the sperm was in individual drops, some was long trails, and some was smears. Either way, it was sexy beyond belief. Added to that, Mum was using her fingers to gather as much of my cum on her fingers before slowly and sensuously sucking her digits clean.
Without looking away from me, Mom reached blindly to find my discarded clothing. Being the ever helpful son that I am, I whipped off my T-shirt and handed it to her. Smiling her gratitude, Mom used my shirt to clean the remnants of my cum from her face.
"Did my baby like that?" she asked. "Did my baby like cumming on my face?"
I was nodding my head almost frantically in order to convey my approval.
"Did my baby like to see his Mommy, I mean his Wonder Woman, covered with his cum?"
I had not stopped the frantic nodding of my head. Although I did hesitate for just a moment when my mother referred to herself as Mommy and my cock lurched again.
Finished with wiping my spend off her face, Mom decided to clean my cock. Fantastically, she decided to do so by swallowing it whole. If it hadn't been so soon after my previous ejaculation, I was sure I would have come again when I felt Mom's nose in my pubic hair.
With my mother, my Wonder Woman, giving me the first deep throating experience of my life, my cock found its way back to rock hard status. If I had thought Mom's tongue in my mouth was sublime, her tongue swirling around my cock on the upstrokes was simply magnificent.
My hands were wrapped in Mom's long blondish hair. Not forcing her in any way, just along for the ride so to speak. After some time, I left her hair alone to rest my hands approvingly on her shoulders. My mother removed my dick from her mouth in order to take my testicles into it in exchange. Gawd, this Wonder Woman was wonderful. More superb than any dreams I could have enjoyed. As a matter of fact, I was so enthralled by what she was doing that my head, the big one, had never stopped its frantic nodding. My neck was sore.
I began to panic when Mom's oral action came to what I considered an abrupt halt. Wonder Woman left my cock waving in the air while she climbed to her feet, giving me a deep, passionate kiss on the way past. I was definitely fearful, despite the intensity of the kiss, that Mom was done with me.
Nope, my Wonder Woman wasn't done with me or my cock. My head did stop its nodding though while I awaited her intentions. Mom reached behind her and I heard the sound of the hidden zipper on her shorts being undone. A second or two later she began to shimmy her way out of the costume. Underneath it, to avoid panty lines I guess, Mom was wearing a thong. It quickly joined the costume on the floor.
Before me was a site that will be carved in my memory for time immemorial. Her long hair hanging to her waist, Mom's big tits overflowing the top of her costume, her long, toned legs, her silk stockinged legs, her stilettoes, and her clean shaven cunt.
My eyes locked on my Wonder Woman's pussy. She had a cute slit with small, delicate labia framing it. Mom was wet too, indicating her passion and need of more sexual activities. I couldn't resist. I reached forward and dragged my index finger through her pussy from top to bottom.
Of course, I put my damp finger in my mouth in order to taste this wonderful Wonder Woman. Mom smiled at me as she watched me savour her taste. I wanted more and I wanted it directly from the source.
I tried to find my way to my feet so that I could change positions with my Mom. I wanted her on the couch with her long, olive hued legs fully spread and me between them. I wanted her stockinged legs over my shoulders and the silk of them caressing my cheeks when my head was between her legs. Each time my ass left the cushion, Mom pushed me back down while smirking. What was up with this? Was my cock being so hard stealing my strength? Sheesh.
The truth of the matter was that I wasn't going to argue the point, or any point actually, with Wonder Woman. She wanted me sitting on the couch with my hard on waving in the air, so be it. It waved.
But, conceding to Mom's wishes had some advantages. Her hips began to sway in time to some music only she heard. My Wonder Woman began to caress her body running her hands from her upper thighs across her shaved pussy up her slightly pouched tummy to her magnificent breasts.
I was still only seeing whatever boobs escaped the confines of her costume top. I wanted to see all of them so badly. With her hands cupping them and squeezing them, my cock lurched again signaling its approval and desire for more tit.
Mom had ideas of her own though as to how this scenario was going to play out. She danced her way to me and lowered herself straddling my legs. Her new position had my cock rubbing against the outside of her pussy. Naturally, I tried to manoeuver my body in order to gain entry. Just as I was starting to use my hands, Mom took them in hers and placed them on her still costumed boobs.
Distracted by the feel of her tits in my hands, I focused fully on them not noticing Mom moving in for a kiss until her head blocked my view. Her lips were as enticing as earlier. The depth of the passion in our soul kisses was still overwhelming.
I nipped at her tongue catching it with my teeth. I allowed her to pull it back with my teeth rasping along its length. Adding her tits to the picture as well as her naked pussy rubbing against my cock, it was kind of unbelievable.
It was almost as if a lightning bolt struck me. If her front was naked, so was her back. Gawd, I can be stupid at times. Promising myself to return, my hands drifted around Wonder Woman's waist to her ass.
Even without the tight blue shorts of the costume moulded to her butt, Mom's cheeks were still taut and firm. I still had a fight trying to squeeze them. I did win the battle though. My hands clenched her ass cheeks, pulling Mom closer to me further infuriating my rigid cock that she was rubbing with her pussy. I kept moving my hands all across her ass.
"Mom, I want to eat your pussy," I said as we broke our kisses for some breath. Wonder Woman literally took my breath away.
"Your Wonder Woman wants to fuck you," she murmured into my ear. "Don't you want to fuck her?"
What a choice! Fuck my mother or suck on the cunt that spit me out so many years ago. Believe it or not, I couldn't find the right answer very quickly. I was really deliberating the choice. My mother made the decision even more difficult to arrive at by distracting me with her tits.
Wonder Woman released her tits from the confines of her costume top. Her hands had been resting on my shoulders but now she raised them to my head, tugging me up tightly against her wondrous boobs. Again, I was awestruck as I realized the nipple poking my cheek belonged to my mother, to my Wonder Woman.
My hands remained glued to my mother's ass. The strength in her muscular cheeks simply invited me to keep working her cheeks. I pulled her cheeks aside and managed to stretch my fingers until they were resting in the crevice between them.
I was able to turn my head enough to lick the diamond hard nipple that had been previously been poking into my face. I sucked it deep into my mouth until my lips were on her areolae. My tongue twizzled it around and around.
While busy with my Mom's ass and tits, Wonder Woman removed the Hobson's choice I had been deliberating. Whether to fuck my mother or eat her pussy. She lifted herself higher, giving me more access to her boobs, which I thought was her goal, until she took my rod in hand.
Before I could react, my cock was immersed in the warm fluids filling her cunt. I gasped. I fought to take in breaths. Mom sank onto my cock. All of me was in Wonder Woman. Breathing wasn't getting any easier. Slowly, my mother raised herself up until just the head of my cock was lodged in her pussy.
She knew I was struggling to breathe and I now realized she was in the same condition, also working at breathing deeply. Just as I was getting my thumping chest under control, my mother's cunt swallowed my cock whole one more time. Slamming her warm, tight pussy down so quickly took my breath away again.
As she raised herself back up, Mom tightened the muscles in her pussy almost milking me. This was such an extraordinary experience, I couldn't understand why my father would forego fucking this woman, opting to get drunk instead. Not that I was complaining, mind you.
Hands on her ass, mouth on her tits, cock in her cunt, I fucked my mother. Perhaps, more accurately, Mom fucked me. I mean Wonder Woman fucked me. And, she fucked me good. I mean great! Oh shit, I don't what I mean. It was just fabulous no matter who was fucking whom.
And, it didn't last long enough. It was soon at the point that Mom was slamming down on my cock. I was shoving my cock up as high as I could. Slam down, thrust up. Our breathing picked up and we both began to moan. Moaning growing in intensity.
Mom's ass was getting to be very difficult to hold on to. She was sweating so much that her cheeks were slippery. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat on her voluptuous tits. The fluids from her pussy were dripping down my cock and trickling onto my balls.
We both sped up our movements. We both increased the tempo of our breathing. We both moaned around the tongues sharing each other's mouth. I could feel the cum churning in my balls on its pathway to my dick. I could feel Mom's muscles tightening up, struggling to hold my rod still inside of her.
It was almost as if we were on automatic and some unknown entity was controlling the throttle. Wonder Woman was using all of her Amazonian powers on making me cum. I knew it couldn't last much longer.
Mom's cunt was too tight, too wet, too hot for me. I couldn't hold back. The pressure was becoming too much. I was able to feel the base of my cock starting to swell as the sperm rushed in. Wonder Woman was able to feel it as well.
She dug her fingers into my shoulders like claws. The pain was exhilarating. My fingers still fought to hold onto her beautiful ass cheeks and a tit was jammed into my mouth.
Wonder Woman began to shriek, her yips and yikes filling the room. My moaning and groaning reached a crescendo as I felt her cunt locking down on my cock one more time.
She screamed her way into her orgasm. I yelled out "Wonderrrrrr..." as my cum began to spurt into her orgasming pussy. Our movements continued as much as we could while rope after rope of my cum exploded into her pussy.
Eventually, all spasms passed. Wonder Woman collapsed onto me. I held her in my arms, breathing in and out past her ear. She was gasping for breath as well.
She whispered into my ear.
"Tonight you fucked Wonder Woman. Tomorrow, you can eat Mommy's pussy for breakfast."
Eventually, all spasms passed. Wonder Woman collapsed onto me. I held her in my arms, breathing in and out past her ear. She was gasping for breath as well.
She whispered into my ear.
"Tonight you fucked Wonder Woman. Tomorrow, you can eat Mommy's pussy for breakfast."
I woke up alone in my bed with my mother's final words of the preceding night ringing in my head. I was wide awake yet bone weary. The sun had been peeping up over the horizon as Wonder Woman and I exchanged final kisses before making our way to our bedrooms at opposite ends of the estate sized house. The angle of the sun now glaring through a crack in my window draperies told me it was about ten in the morning.
Part of me was disappointed that I had woken in my bed alone. I guess I hoped that Mom would be here with me again giving me the promised breakfast treat. My Wonder Woman had been drinking the night before. Perhaps, sober this morning, she had regrets about us coming together. Perhaps that was the one and only time for us.
I really didn't know how I should feel about it all. Should I jump up and yell yippee? Or, should I be apologetic for my part in allowing things to get so out of hand. I didn't know. Nothing that happened had been planned. Not by me, anyway. Dreamt of maybe, but not planned. Certainly not planned.
But, why hadn't my mother changed out of her sexy Wonder Woman costume when she had ushered my drunken father to bed? She came downstairs to her son with her luscious tits overflowing the costume. Her short shorts were moulded to her ass, defining it, and inviting hands to caress it. From her stilettoes and her thigh high stockings upwards, she was a wonderful display of sexiness. A Wonder Woman in every way.
Did she plan it? She must have known from previous experiences with me that I found her sexy, found her desirable as a woman, and that I wanted to fuck her MILF self. Maybe plan was too strong a word. I think she wanted something to happen though. Did we go further than she had intended? Was that the problem? Wonder Woman had lost all control of herself last night. My mother allowed her son to fuck her.
If she had wanted, or planned to stop before we fucked, when did Mom want to stop? When I was fondling and loving her breasts? Or when she was sucking my cock?
I had no answers to any of my questions. I knew, however, I couldn't hide in my room forever. The repercussions of the night before needed to be faced.
Going through my morning ritual, I just couldn't stop my brain from churning. Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, I slowly and as quietly as I could, went down the stairs. Standing in the kitchen doorway, I found my mother with her back to me fussing around the kitchen counters. My father was, of course, nowhere in sight.
I took a deep breath to settle myself before walking into the kitchen. Mom must have heard me as she turned to face me. She was not a vision of sexiness in any shape, way, or form this morning. Mom was wearing an old housecoat of my father's. It was much too big for her, furry, and covered her from ankles to neck.
"Good morning, Mom," I began, very hesitantly.
"Sit down, I have your breakfast in the warming oven. Your father ate his already. He's gone to the office," said Mom in a stern voice.
I wasn't getting a positive impression from her. Mom was not her normal, jovial self. She sounded very matter of fact. Almost emotionless. A few minutes later she placed my breakfast plate, pancakes and sausages, in front of me.
She returned in a couple minutes more with two cups of coffee, one for each of us. Mom took a seat at the breakfast bar beside me. I didn't know what to say so I focused on shoveling the pancakes into my mouth in silence.
When I was finished eating, I pushed the empty plate away from me. Still wordless, Mom took the plate to the sink before walking back to me.
"We should talk," said my mother. Oh oh, the infamous words of a woman in turmoil. She left the kitchen beckoning me to follow.
I walked behind her silently into the original scene of the crime. We were back in the theatre room and even in our original places on the couch again. I could not even look Mom in the eyes. My head was tilted down towards the floor. I waited as patiently as I could. My case of nerves displayed itself in the shaking of my left leg.
"We need to speak about last night, of course," said my former Wonder Woman.
I simply nodded while keeping my eyes averted.
"You may have guessed," continued my mother, "but my marriage has not been happy for a long time."
Instant replay, I simply nodded while keeping my eyes averted.
"The first years with your father were great. But, as time passed, he started spending more and more time at his office. Working for our future, he said. Of course, that seemed the right thing to do."
Still nodding but my eyes were drifting towards my mother and away again.
"As you got older, our financial status grew and grew as well. Eventually, we got to the point in our lives that your father could begin to cut back on his working hours. But, he didn't. He said he needed to work even harder since he was on the partner tract by then. That is also when he began to drink even more."
Mom's story was pretty much new to me. I saw the results of my father's actions throughout my life, of course, but I never knew the rationale behind them. The important part of the tale to this point was that it didn't sound like Mom was giving me shit. There was no anger in her voice. Just wistfulness. Maybe depression as well.
Mom continued her story. "My parents were both alcoholics as you know. Due to that I don't drink much now and don't really enjoy being around drinkers. Your father found he needed to socialize, and drink, more and more. This drove a wedge between us."
The story was getting interesting. I tried to hold my leg down.
"As you know, he eventually made partner at the firm. That didn't change anything for us though. Your father said he needed to uphold his new position so the long hours and the boozing continued. He spent most of his time away from us and when he was home, he was usually drunk. Our sex life was pretty much non existent."
Confusion reigned as Mom didn't seem to be showing any anger towards me. My father was obviously her target. Gawd, he was such a wimp from her perspective. Mine too actually.
"Your father and I seldomly argue. You can't argue when you just don't care. He was always so drunk, he didn't care. I couldn't care for a man who didn't care about his family. We just tolerated each other whenever we were forced together."
Yup, definitely pissed at the old man. What about me?
"Your father and I haven't acted like a married couple in a long, long, time," said Mom.
I gave my mother a sympathetic look.
"I can't tell you when we last had sex. He was far more interested in his social and work life, and the associated boozing, than he was in making love to his wife."
I was thinking this might be going my way after all. Fingers crossed.
"Hec, I'm not yet forty years old. Close, I know. I also know I am still attractive as your father's colleagues try to hit on me. And...umm...well, you showed me you thought I was attractive last night, didn't you."
It was a rhetorical question not needing an answer. I nodded my head energetically.
"I don't know if you will understand this, Hec, but I want to be made love to. I need sex. Over the past year or so, I gave thought to having an affaire. I decided I didn't want to go through the lies and the sneaking around for someone I didn't love."
Back to the sympathetic look.
"It would be cheating on your father and it would mean lying to you as well. I just couldn't do that. To either of you. Not that I cared about cheating on him, I just didn't want it to come to anyone's attention at his firm destroying everything we have gone through for years. I questioned myself, asking what I would want in a lover."
This time it was a genuinely perplexed look.
"I made up my mind, Hector. I wanted someone who truly loved me. Someone who found me attractive and especially sexy. I also wanted someone who was available. I didn't want to intrude on someone else's relationship, to come between another wife and her husband. Do you understand what I am saying, Hector?"
I sat in silence for a moment or three before shaking my head no.
"Hector, I decided I wanted you. You love me, I know that. I've seen the way you look at me, follow me with your eyes. That is why I came to you last night. Why we made love. I want you to love me in every way. Just like I showed you last night."
This time, my mouth fell open. I don't know how I was feeling. I knew though that I wanted to be my mother's lover. I was staring at this woman who wanted to continue being my Wonder Woman. I struggled for something to say, something appropriate, something to demonstrate my acceptance of the unbelievability of this entire situation, something to demonstrate my acceptance of her, my Wonder Woman.
Mom seemed to understand the struggle within me. She leaned closer to me bringing her lips to mine for a kiss. It was a deep and passionate kiss even though our tongues remained in our own mouths. The kiss confirmed our love for one another, not just as mother and son, but also as lovers.
I raised my arms to bring Mom into a tight embrace. She backed away from me though and stood up. She reached down to the floor.
"Close your eyes, Hector."
I sort of obeyed her, my eyes closing but not completely. I was able to see through my eyelashes that she was doing something but I was not able to determine what. I waited as patiently as possible for the command to open my eyes.
"All right, Hector, you can open your eyes now."
Opening my eyes, I discovered not my mother standing before me but my lover. She had removed my father's housecoat and slipped into her four inch stilettoes. She was wearing a long red satin and lace gown that hung from her shoulders and moulded itself to her breasts.
The gown hung to the floor except that it had a triangular piece cut out with its longest piece at the bottom and the peak of the triangle just above her pussy. My mother had her pussy just barely covered in a matching thong. Her legs were encased by silky looking stockings attached to the ensemble matching garter belt she also had on.
Once again I was struggling. I needed to push my popping out eyes back into my skull. I needed to push my lower jaw closed. I needed to fight the immediate urge to cum.
Mom saw my fight and smiled at me.
"You like what you see, Hector, don't you?"
"Ohhhhh, yes, Mom, I love what I'm seeing."
"Do you want to make love to your mother, Hector?"
"Moooooom," I moaned.
"I promised you a breakfast treat last night, my son. Do you want to eat your mommy's pussy now?"
I sprang to my feet right in front of her, taking my mother into our long delayed first embrace of what I assumed would be a long day of loving. This time when we kissed, our mouths were open and our tongues were dancing passionately from one mouth to the other. Mom had her arms around my shoulders, pulling me tightly against her tits. I could feel her nipples poking at my chest. My hands were on her ass, making sure she was tight against my hard dick.
"Let's have breakfast in bed," Mom said stepping away from my arms. No answer was required from me as she turned away to lead me from the theatre room. The back of her gown was full, no cutouts, but there was a lace piece also triangular, like the front, highlighting her wriggling ass walking away from me. What a wonder woman!
I had assumed we would be going to her bed but Mom led me in the opposite direction to my bedroom. Fortunately I was a tidy kind of guy so my room was presentable and the bed made. My mother made herself comfortable sitting at the side of my bed. She was leaning back with her arms holding her up. Her tits were proudly announcing their presence with her nipples pointing straight at me.
As I watched my sexily reclining mother, she spread her legs for me. The thong she was wearing, something I never imagined seeing my mother wearing, hugged her pussy tightly. Even her delicate labia were hidden from my eyes. But she was aroused. My mother's cunt was emitting the slightly pungent and inviting aroma of her arousal.
Mom sat up straight in order to pull me between her widespread legs. She pushed my t-shirt up my chest until I removed it completely. She tugged my sweats and briefs down and I lifted my bare feet high, one at a time so that I could be standing naked in front of my mother.
My mother put her hands on my naked ass and pulled me tightly against her one more time. She turned her head, laying it against my stomach. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and was poking Mom in her neck. She took it in hand and leaned down to give me a lip open kiss on my little head.
My mother kissed my cock head again and again with her hands cradling my furry balls. Repeating last night's performance, Mom began to lick my popsicle while lightly squeezing my nuts. Wonder Woman certainly knew how to make her son feel good. Feel "good", what an understatement.
No matter how wonderful she was making me feel, I was willing to put it on hold to get at the breakfast snatch my mother had promised me. When I started leaking pre-cum and she was sucking it from the slit at the end of my cock, it seemed Mom wanted to delay our next step no longer.
She pulled herself away from me in order to scoot up towards the head of the bed. Mom placed the pillows under head, making herself comfortable.
"Ohhh, Moooooom," I moaned at the enticing picture in front of me. My mom in her red, glowing from the sun shining into the room, lingerie, legs spread, and beckoning to her son to join her on his bed. I stood watching my mother, engraving the picture in my mind. This was a view I would not ever want to forget. I wish I had artistic skills so I could memorialize this in a painting.
I stepped to the end of the bed, still staring in wonder at this woman beckoning me to her. Even her pussy was beckoning to me as my mother lifted her loins off the bed. She planted her stilettoes on the mattress and kept her pussy leveraged upwards. Slowly and seductively, Mom ran her hands down her body to her magnificent boobs. I may have sucked her nipples as a baby, I had never asked, but I was going to put them between my lips today, making up for lost time.
"Come to Mommy, Hector," she murmured to me in an extremely loving tone. "Mommy wants her son, her man, here with her."
Without a further word, I climbed to the bed on hands and knees. One push of my body forward left me staring down at my mother's Wonder Woman pussy. Although still covered by the thong, I could see that Mom was wet since her fluids had leaked around the edges. I wanted to plant my face in the furrows of her legs and begin licking.
It took a lot to force myself past the sumptuous feast awaiting me. I needed to make myself understand this was not going to be a one off affaire. Mom wanted me as her lover on a longterm basis. Not just as a horny teenager to rut with occasionally.
I continued crawling up her body examining every inch of my Wonder Woman's body. My tongue was lolling from my mouth as my eyes ascertained every spot it needed to lick. A vagrant thought crossed my mind. My father was such an asshole not wanting to make love to this woman on a nightly basis. I would definitely relieve him of this responsibility. I had little respect for him to start with and was losing all I had with every glance at my naked mother's body.
Still keeping my weight off my mother's body, I crawled further up her body. My eyes found her breasts. I had to pause. I restrained myself from doing anything more than examining my mother's tits. As I have said, Mom's tits were large and firm. They sagged a little towards her sides but still invited her son to suckle them. Her nipples cried out for my still lolling tongue.
Finally, my face was within kissing distance of my mother's lips. She didn't have the bright red lipstick of my previous encounter with her plump, bow shaped lips. She was still my Wonder Woman though and I ached to be one with her.
My mother lifted her arms to my shoulders in order to pull me in for a kiss. One kiss, passionate, hard, and yet tender, led, of course, to more kisses. She nipped my lips with hers, sucking mine out and away from my jaw. It wasn't the first time a girl had done that to me but this time was the most erotic.
Letting my lip go free, her tongue entered my mouth. The dance of the lovers began. I was able to capture her tongue with my teeth and bit down gently on it. Mom pulled her tongue back, my teeth scraping it all the way. As much as I was enjoying making out with my mother, I wanted to use my lips and tongue on other parts of her body.
My wonderful woman must have felt the same, or sensed my need, as she put her hands on my shoulders urging me to backtrack down her awe inspiring body. It was just a moment later that I was nibbling on one of her darkish nipples after the other. The position I was in prevented me from using my hands since my arms were holding my weight off Mom's body. That forced me to run my tongue and mouth all across her beautiful boobs. I was so entranced with what I was doing while keeping my weight off her, I didn't want to rearrange my body freeing up my hands. I wanted simply to lick and nibble every square inch of my mother.
My Wonder Woman's moans told me she was enjoying the way I was making her feel. Soon though, she was pushing my head indicating she wanted more from me. I moved down her body again, destination pussy, with a short break to explore her navel.
I wanted my breakfast promise fulfilled as much as Mom wanted to have my appetite satisfied. When my face was at pussy level, my eyes drinking in her loins, I was able to lean in, freeing up my hands and arms. My wonderful woman wanted me in her cunt as much as I did. Mom had her hands behind my head pulling me closer to her arching loins. I could smell her aroma, slightly pungent, slightly sweaty, and slightly urinary.
My choice was to tease both Mom and myself by not just diving in. I wanted to admire her pussy before tasting it. She had obviously shaved this morning as there was no stubble surrounding her thong. Smooth and slippery skin only. Slippery due to her fluids leaking around the edge of her extremely wet thong. Mom threw her legs over my shoulders. I felt the smoothness of her stockings against my body.
I kissed her thighs working my way from her stocking tops up to the creases between her legs. Then down again, laying my cheek against her silk encased thighs. Mom's skin was so smooth and soft, it was like rubbing against the silky material even when it was bare skin. Speaking of soft and silky, it was time to remove my Wonder Woman's thong. I wanted to see the home I had emerged from those many years ago.
Not all pussies are attractive. My mother's pussy was as beautiful and alluring as the rest of her body. Her labia were very delicate in appearance, tight to her slit. Mom's clit was standing tall from within its protective hood. Her pussy glistened due to the fluids of arousal she had been emitting.
With fingers from each hand, I spread her labia giving me an uninterrupted look deep within my mother's cunt. Her aroma aroused me. I really didn't know where to start first. Deciding on the base of her pussy where the fluids were pooling slightly, I flattened my tongue and lapped at Wonder Woman's nether region.
It was superb! I'm not a wine drinker but I knew from television the signs to look for and appreciate. Her bouquet bordered on indescribable. It was describable though or this would be an extremely short and unfulfilling story. The earthiness of her scent was causing my long hardened cock to try accomplishing pushups off the mattress.
I licked up a tasting of Wonder Woman's wine. Some might think the various tastes were unpalatable but not I. I could taste the arousal she was dealing with, the saltiness of her sweat, and even a hint of urine.
Mom was so impatient at this point. She was tugging my head as hard as she could into the space between her thighs. She was arching her lower body up as far as she could to catch my tongue. I fought her off, remaining in control of the entire situation. Mom may rule her son's life but I was determined to rule Wonder Woman.
Giving up her attempts for the moment, she lay flat on the bed gathering her strength again I presumed. Taking full advantage of the respite offered, I flattened my tongue again and dragged it from the bottom of her pussy to the top. And then did it again. And again.
Wonder Woman was moaning, deep guttural moans. The more I licked and swallowed her pussy juices, the more she moaned. Now with her hands clawing their way into my shoulders and her pussy lifting upwards, I didn't fight.
I had postponed paying attention to her clit for as long as I could. It would now become the center of my attention. I speared my tongue at it, trying to shake it from side to side. I closed my lips around it and lashed it with my tongue.
Mom's moans were changing. Signaling her first orgasm was fast approaching, she was beginning to yip and yike her approval of my oral attentions to her cunt. I could feel the increased flow of her pussy juices soaking my chin and neck. My growing beard was drinking up those same fluids. I vowed to never shave again.
Mom orgasmed on my tongue. With a loud shriek, she arched her pussy up as tightly to my mouth as she could. At the same time, she dug her claws so deep into my shoulders that I was positive she was drawing blood. My cock was aching for its own relief as my mother flooded me with her juices.
Mom looked completely and fully drained as her grips on me released. I pushed myself away and wriggled myself up to the pillows beside her. Wonder Woman rolled herself towards me, still breathing heavily. I slid my arm under her pillow and cuddled her to me.
Eventually, Mom regained control of her breathing. Lifting her face up, she moved in for a kiss. Her left hand drifted down my body in search of my cock. It remained hard, waving in the air for attention, until my mother took it in her grasp. Squeezing my cock, our kisses continued.
Mom had moved to licking and nibbling my chest when she decided she wanted more.
"Hector, I want you to fuck your mommy."
"Yes, mommy, I want to fuck you too."
"Not here though, Hec, I want you to fuck your mother in your wimp father's bed."
Murmuring my agreement, we both struggled to disentangle ourselves from each other. As we were doing so it occurred to me how kinky Mom was being. Not willing to simply consummate our love in my bed, she wanted to do it in her own bed. The bed she shared with my father. Wow.
We walked across the house to the master wing with my Wonder Woman leading me by the cock. My thoughts continued, denigrating my father in my head. He deserved to have his wife fucking another man in his own bed. It was only right that if he couldn't maintain his husbandly duties, his son should do it for him.
He deserved to have his son fucking his wife in his bed. He deserved his wife and son making love where he lay his head every night or, more accurately, passed out leaving a wife with unrequited passion. He deserved mother and son exploring their lust for each other in the same place he exhibited none. He demonstrated no passion, no desire for my mother. I welcomed the chance to be everything she needed and desired in that very bed.
I wasted no time climbing onto the bed with my head on the pillows, my legs spread wide, and my dick waving for my Mom's attention. And, my mother gave her son's prick the attention it craved.
She lay her head on my tummy and took me in her hand. She squeezed me tightly. My cock lurched in her hand. Moving around, Mom kept her hand on my cock while she nuzzled my balls. Her tongue darted out to push against my testicles in their skin sack. One by one, she sucked them into her mouth. She sucked on them until she let go just as it was beginning to pain me.
Moving again, Mom licked my shaft like a popsicle. It was an amazing feeling to have your mother licking and swirling her tongue around your cock. Maybe I should start a Sons' Anonymous group to share this experience with others like me, lucky enough to have enjoyed their mothers' sexually.
With my dick in my Mom's mouth and her hand cupping my balls, it only took a few minutes before I was ready to explode a load into my mother. Neither of us wanted me to cum in her mouth right now. Both of us wanted to fuck.
I pulled my mother up my body. She didn't resist. As quickly as she possibly could, she was straddling my legs. My hard cock was standing straight up against her pussy. Mom lifted herself and placed my little head between her labia at the entrance to her pussy.
I could feel her wetness and her warmth from her cunt as she slid down my pole. I lay as still as I could knowing if my movements became too energetic, the explosion would quickly occur. I wanted to cum, yes indeed, but I also wanted to savour the feeling of Wonder Woman's awe inspiring pussy wrapped around my cock.
Kneeling over me the way she was, resting on my legs, Mom used her cunt muscles to squeeze and release my cock. It was as if she was trying to milk me. Squeeze and release drawing out my milk. I could feel my sperm working its way from my testicles to my cock.
Mom could feel the swelling of the base of my cock as well. She returned to her moving her pussy up and down on my prong. Her internal grip on my cock was loosened enough to allow movement. I felt every guy should feel his mother's cunt sliding up and down his cock. Over and over again. Yup, Sons' Anonymous needed to be invented.
I could tell Mom wanted me gushing my stuff into her womb as much as I did. The shrieks were starting again. Her pace was increasing. I was leveraging my cock upwards to match every downstroke of her pussy.
It was time. I couldn't hold back any longer. As Mom's pussy started down my cock once again, I placed my feet flat on the mattress and lunged upwards. Not quite enough, I waited for the next downwards passage and lunged upwards even harder.
My cum flew out of my cock deep into Mom's pussy. Rope after rope filled her. I was yelling "Mom" at the top of my lungs while she shrieked like a banshee.
Gradually the noises began to reduce in volume until they were replaced by each of us gasping for air. Wonder Woman's pussy slid down my cock one last time before we simply collapsed. I could feel our mingled juices flowing out of her and down between my legs, cooling as it went.
"Mom," I gasped at her. "That was incredible."
"Yes, my son, it certainly was," she whispered back at me.
"Did you like fucking your mommy?"
"I loved fucking my mommy," I responded. "My mommy is an incredible fuck."
"Did you like fucking your mommy in your father's bed? In the bed where he doesn't fuck mommy?"
"It was so kinky fucking you here, Mom."
"You know, Hec, your father deserves to know you are taking advantage of what he is wasting."
"He needs to know what a Wonder Woman you are," I said in agreement with my Mom. My cock was slipping out of her pussy. I just wanted to lay here wrapped around my Wonder Woman."Did you like fucking your mommy in your father's bed? In the bed where he doesn't fuck mommy?"
"It was so kinky fucking you here, Mom."
"You know, Hec, your father deserves to know you are taking advantage of what he is wasting."
"He needs to know what a Wonder Woman you are," I said in agreement with my Mom. My cock was slipping out of her pussy. I just wanted to lay here wrapped around my Wonder Woman.
My Mom and I lay cuddled together giving ourselves time to gather our strength before deciding sustenance in terms of food was necessary. Together, we went to the kitchen with Mom still wearing her cum stained lingerie. I made a quick detour to my room to slip my sweats back on but omitting the briefs.
When I entered the kitchen, my mother was standing at the counter building sandwiches for us. I admired the view from behind her for some minutes. Not able to wait any longer, I walked towards her and embraced her from behind. My chubby was pushing into her ass, my hands groping her wonderfully full tits.
My Wonder Woman laid her head back against my chest leaving me room to lean down to her ear. With my tongue in her ear, I squeezed her boobs and jabbed my chubby even more tightly against her bottom. Mom moaned her approval of what I was doing to her.
We continued this way for some moments until Mom broke her silence.
"If you'll get your hands off my tits and your cock out of my ass, I'll finish making our lunch. Then we can play some more. Okay?"
"Yes, Mom, but I'm as hungry for lunch as I am for you."
"You don't know what hearing you say that makes me feel, Hec. But sandwiches first."
Mom stood up straight, pulling herself out of my embrace. I was disappointed that we broke apart but, truth be told, I really did want a sandwich. Maybe even three. I was starving for more than my mother's pussy.
Time was of no meaning to us that day. We were enjoying our newfound intimacy. Mother and son together, two lovers in love. We sat at the breakfast bar side by each biting into our sandwiches while looking deep into the other's eyes. These feelings filled me with awe and wonderment.
Mom had her hand on my thigh just above my knee. She would smile at me and rub my thigh gently. I would bite into my sandwich and then lean over threatening to bite my mother's tit. Our smiles were never ending.
I finished stuffing the sandwiches in my mouth as Mom finished her genteel nibbling of hers. We made no effort at cleaning up. Not the kitchen anyway. Mom took me by the hand, announcing we needed to clean up ourselves. A shower with my naked mother certainly hit high on my approval meter.
Upstairs in Mom's master en suite, she adjusted the water to the right temperature before stepping close to me.
"I love you so much, Hector," she whispered in my ear. Our lips met again in a series of very satisfying, passionate, and loving kisses. I can't emphasize enough how our new relationship was based on love and not just lust.
I stripped my mother of her lingerie. Kneeling before her, I gently rolled her stockings down her legs being careful not to cause any ladders in the hose. With my head on level with Mom's pussy, I leaned in to kiss it. My tongue darted between her lips. My mother was wet again.
Standing up, I dragged my now hard cock up as well brushing it against her legs. I gasped when Mom took me in hand once more. I felt her knees shifting, indicating she was going to go down on my cock.
"No, Mom," I said holding her up.
My mother looked at me quizzically. With a grin on my face, I swung my mother around so that she was facing the twin vanity near the closed bathroom door. With a hand on her shoulders I pushed her forward until she was leaning across the vanity with her bum pointing out and upwards.
I grabbed my hard cock and rubbed it against the cleft between her cheeks. My mother lifted her head to look back at me in my reflection in the mirror.
"It's okay, Mom. I just want to fuck you in a new position."
Before she could answer I took her cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart. I dragged my cock down the cleft one last time before thrusting into her cunt from behind. Mom yowled as I pierced her.
I stopped with my balls bouncing off her ass until she regained her breath. Seeing her smile in the mirror, I leaned away from my mother still keeping my grip on her bottom cheeks. I thrust forward into my Wonder Woman as my mother thrust her butt back at me. We were slowly moving together and apart when a knock came at the bathroom door.
Mom stopped her fucking motion for a moment waiting for someone to speak. It obviously had to be my asshole father. Mom calmly reached over to lock the door. This was obviously not anything new as my father didn't even try the knob.
"Is everything okay, hun?" he asked through the closed door.
"Of course," Mom answered. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I saw the mess in the kitchen and thought perhaps you were ill or something," my father said.
"Hector and I had a late lunch. I wanted a shower and decided to leave the dishes for later," said Mom.
"Oh, I see. Where is Hector anyway? I didn't see him downstairs."
Mom thrust her ass back against me, taking my full length of cock into her pussy again.
"I'm sure he's around here somewhere."
"Okay, I'm going to get changed and go check the news."
Before he could move past hearing range, and as I reached around Mom to grasp her tits, she called out to him.
"Why don't you straighten up the kitchen for me while I'm showering?" Mom asked my father.
"Yes, dear," he responded.
We didn't wait to hear if he left the room or not. I had a lock on my mother's boobs and we were banging her pussy and my cock together. Mom's knees were knocking against the vanity doors but the noise didn't bother us. We kept the motion going until we each reached the thresholds of orgasm simultaneously.
"That's it, baby," said my mother. "Fuck your Mommy."
Her voice continued to get louder as she continued urging me onwards.
"Your father could be listening right outside that door, baby. He could be listening to you fuck your mommy!" she exclaimed.
And, with that exclamation, she gave one final thrust backwards. I shoved my cock forward with such energy that I lifted Mom off the floor. Her cunt muscles locked on my dick, squeezing the sperm out of me in tandem with her orgasm. Mindful of the situation and that my father might be listening, the only sounds I made were grunts in time with the shooting ropes of cum into my mother's pussy. She, in turn, did not care about the asshole and shrieked her way through her orgasm.
We stayed locked in that position until my deflating cock slipped out of Mom. I sat on the floor. Mom sat down on the closed toilet. Spreading her legs to give me a panoramic view, I saw a goopy mixture of my cum and Mom's fluids dripping from her twat. When my mother scooped some of the combined fluids with her fingers and sucked them off her digits, I stared in amazement.
My dick began to stir again. Watching my mother licking our combined fluids from her fingers was erotic beyond words. Well, almost, I had words for it. I moved towards her on my knees.
"No, Hec, not right now," said Mom as she closed her legs to me.
"Mom, you're so damned sexy!" I exclaimed. "I want your pussy in my mouth."
"Not right now," she repeated. "Let's shower."
The shower cubicle in the master en suite could be considered a room on its own. There was certainly enough room in it for my mother and I. Even room enough for another couple if need be. Hmmm, that was a provocative thought.
We took turns washing each other and playing as we did. Hands, soap, and wash cloths covered every inch of our bodies. We laughed and giggled through our bathing process. Rubbing my soapy hands across my mother's boobs felt almost as good as her washing my somewhat hard cock.
Drying each other off was just as exciting as the washing. When we were finished I looked around for my sweats before realizing I had to have left them in the bedroom. Without bothering to look, Mom unlocked the door and walked through it with me following her firm, muscled ass into the bedroom. My sweats were abandoned on the floor so near to the doorway that my father must have stepped over them when he came in to change after work.
Mom saw the look of dismay on my face.
"It's okay, Hector, don't be worried," she said in a calming tone.
Still displaying my consternation, I said, "What if he saw my sweats. He'll know we've been fooling around."
"Fooling around? I wasn't fooling, my love," said Mom with mock anger in her voice.
"Oh, Mom..." I stuttered.
"Never mind, go to your room and put on clean clothes. I'll see you in the kitchen when you're done."
Mom ushered me out the bedroom door closing it behind me. I swear I heard her giggle. Walking quietly across the house to my room, I began to have self doubts.
I had been so cocky and testosterone inspired when I thought about the events that occurred, leading me to fucking my mother. My father meant nothing while I was screwing his wife. He was an asshole when his wife and I were locked together. I wasn't concerned at all with him then.
So, why the distress now? I had made the man's wife orgasm multiple times with my tongue and my cock. I had fucked his neglected wife, my mother, multiple times. The drunken shit deserved to be cheated on. He should know that his son was a much better fucker than he. He should know his son was a motherfucker.
With a renewed sense of superiority over my father, I went to my room to get dressed in clean clothes. I took my time, despite my earlier thoughts, as being in the same room as my parents still left me with some trepidation.
Once again, I stopped in the kitchen doorway to check on my mother and her attitude before entering. I saw my father first. He was in his lazeeboy chair in the adjoining family room. The fireplace was lit and my father was reclining beside three beer bottles. Two empty and one half gone. So typical of him.
Mom was in the kitchen doing something at the counter with her back turned to me. My Wonder Woman beckoned to me without a single movement of her body. It was her outfit that called to me, invited me closer.
Dressed in a burnt orange mini dress, stay up stockings that reached just above the hem of her dress, and the always present four inch stilettoes, I wanted her. There was no resisting this Wonder Woman of mine.
My mother must have heard my approach as she turned to look at me over her shoulder. Mom smiled at me and gave me a very provocative wink. Turning back to whatever she was doing, Mom gave her ass a teasing wriggle.
Looking towards her husband, I saw that he was still glued to the TV news. The way his chair was positioned in the room, he could see into the kitchen with just a slight turn of his head. Glancing back at my mother, I saw that she was still wriggling her invitation to fondle her ass at me. Checking my father one more time, I gave myself a mental "fuck it" and walked towards my mother.
With no further hesitation, I stood behind Mom, a cock and a half length away, and grabbed my mother's ass. She cooed her appreciation of my bold move. I reached under her mini dress by running my hands up her silky stockings. It took me only seconds to realize my mother wasn't wearing panties as part of her ensemble. She obviously chose her outfit with her son in mind and not her chump husband.
I went down on my knees to give myself more access to my mother's bottom. My arms were long enough to fondle her cheeks from a standing position but I needed more. As I caressed her cheeks, I watched Mom reach back to lift her dress up.
Oh my gawd, I looked at her butt as a newly discovered playground. Until then, I had not realized I was such an ass man. No matter, I was certainly my mother's ass man. Hey! That works! Wonder Woman and Ass Man! We could be the next super hero TV show. Gawd, I am funny.
Manipulating my mother's butt, I caressed it, squeezed it, pushed her cheeks together and pulled them apart. My lips travelled her ass from north to south and east to west. With her cheeks pulled apart, I ran my tongue down her crack top to bottom. As it moved, my nose picked up more of my mother's earthy aroma of sexual excitement. Her pussy juices tinged with something more, something new.
Realizing what it was, when I was on my next upswing of Mom's ass crack, I speared my tongue into my mother's asshole. She gasped at my entrance to her hole. It should have been loud enough to catch my father's attention on the other side of the breakfast bar. Either he didn't notice or Mom didn't care since she reached back to pull my head tighter against her ass.
This was the first time I had ever rimmed a woman. I had seen it done in porn videos but it was brand, spanking new to me. Hmmm...spanking? Note to self: spanking.
I also didn't know a woman could achieve orgasm through a rim job. I had not given any thought to the concept that my bearded chin was rubbing against her pussy while my tongue was working over my mother's ass.
Her orgasm took me by surprise. She yipped and yiked behind the hand now covering her mouth. Once again, my growing beard soaked up her dripping pussy fluids. Mom's knees sagged slightly as her orgasm overtook her and departed leaving her weakened.
Using the counter, I pulled myself back upwards supporting Mom with my own body. She was huffing and puffing, trying to catch her breath. Neither of us seemed to take account of the fact that her husband, my father was only feet away from us. I gave Mom a series of kisses on her neck as she leaned back against me.
My father startled the shit out of both of us.
"Hector, bring me a beer, please."
He had not turned his head or even shifted his eyes in our direction. His attention was locked onto the stock market report. Without saying a word, I grabbed him a fresh bottle of beer and took it to him. Placing it on the table beside him, I also gathered up his empties. My father looked in my direction somewhat quizzically.
As I returned to the kitchen area, I realized that my play with Mom had given me a hard on that was poking straight out, puffing my sweats out. My father had seen it. That was the look he gave me. I looked back at him to see that he had moved on, not concerned with the cause of my erection and was now guzzling his fresh beer, still focused on the TV screen.
I leaned against the breakfast with my back to the family room. Mom looked over to see what I was doing. I pointed down at my obvious hard on. Mom smirked at me before drying her hands and catwalking her way towards me. It was only a dozen sexy steps from her to me with her stockings making that rubbing noise.
My Wonder Woman inspired awe in me again as she pushed her body tight against me, wrapped her arms around my neck and delivered a passionate open mouthed kiss to me. Thinking of my father only feet away from us, I tried to shake my mother off me. She pulled her body even more tightly against mine in response. I tried to look over my shoulder to see if her husband noticed.
I couldn't see anything. Mom grabbed my full attention yet again as she slowly sank to her knees. She pulled my sweats down far enough to allow my rigid rod to spring free. Without a hint of concern about her husband noticing what we were doing, she gobbled up my dick.
Another display of Wonder Woman talents, my mother swallowed my cock right to the root. I looked down to see that her lips were in my pubic hair. Mom eyes met mine, smirking, as she continued deep throating me.
From the other room, my father called out for another beer.
"Yeah, sure, just a minute," I responded.
"What's your mother doing?" he asked.
He must have looked over to notice Mom wasn't in view.
"She's just fixing something to drink," I replied. "She'll be up in a minute." I had a silent, in my head, guffaw over that one.
Looking down at Mom again, I saw that she was smiling around my cock in her mouth. Her pace increased, her tongue swizzling around my dick until I couldn't stand it anymore. I shot my load of cum into my mother's mouth. She swallowed every drop of me. Her continued sucking to drain me completely drew a long moan from me.
"Everything okay in there," asked her husband.
Mom answered this time, still on her knees, "Everything is fine here."
"Hector? My beer?"
I brought the fresh bottle of beer out to him while Mom escaped to the powder room to rearrange herself. The sportscast was on the TV and I paused for a few minutes to get the latest on our local team. When I looked away and down to gather up my father's empties, I caught him checking out my package. I guess he was wondering what happened to my hard on.
Mom returned to the kitchen announcing she didn't feel like cooking that night. She intended that we go out for dinner. By now, my father was half assedly drunk and fighting off slumber. When he didn't respond to Mom's announcement, she grinned at me telling me to go change.
It was about twenty minutes later I returned to find that Mom had dolled herself up in the meantime. Her hair was freshly brushed with a sheen to it. My mother had applied her makeup with a professional like hand enhancing her classical beauty.
I also realized I needed to pay more attention to things around me. Although I had noticed Mom's mini dress from behind, I had not really looked closely at her front. Her top had puffy peasant sleeves and a deep, squared off cleavage. Mom was leading with her finest assets.
She had made a quick check on my father to find him passed out still in his chair. He had obviously been drinking before he arrived home. No worries, we didn't want him to come with us anyway.
Mom handed me the keys on our way to the garage. Being the perfect gentleman as always, I went around the car to open the door for my mother. She sat on the seat of the low slung Beemer before swinging one leg in. Mom grinned at me when she saw me looking at her still pantiless crotch. It was a beautiful sight with that one eye winking at me.
My mother had chosen one of her favourite restaurants for our dining pleasure. It was a medium high class Italian eatery. We were offered banquet seating at a rounded booth. With high backs and velvet draperies, other patrons had an extremely limited view of Mom and I. We sat down on opposite sides and slid along until we met in the middle.
Swiftly, a waiter appeared and left with our order. He seemed disappointed that neither of us elected to have wine with dinner. Me because I was underage and Mom because she loathed drinkers and drinking. She knew what problems could arise from booze. Look at what happened Halloween night. Hahaha.
I promised myself I would pay more attention to my surroundings going forward. There wasn't much to see in the restaurant. It was fairly typical really. Red and white checkered table cloths, candles on the tables in wax encrusted Chianti bottles, and wine coloured velvet draperies between booths. There wasn't much to see there.
So, I turned my focus back to my Wonder Woman. The first thing I noticed was that her shoulders were bare as the material had been pushed down her arms midway to her elbows. Her breathtaking breasts, not restrained by a bra, were covered only slightly by the bodice of the dress. I enjoyed a good view of them. A very good view.
Sliding across the banquet seats, had driven Mom's skirt up her legs baring her pussy. Clean shaven and already glistening from some little secretion , Mom spread her legs allowing her pussy to wink at me. While I was still watching, she ran her index finger through her furrow, holding it up to me for a taste.
The restaurant wasn't crowded that night meaning the service was extremely fast and efficient. Mom had her finger back in her pussy, thinking to give me another taste, when the waiter arrived at tableside with our antipasto appetizer.
Thanking him, we watched him leave while Mom finished delivering me my second taste of her dripping pussy. Returning the favour, I held up a slice of cheese for her to nibble on. We descended into alternately feeding each other from the appetizer selection. Mom was feeling whimsical this night. She kept dipping my selections into her wet pussy before feeding it to me.
Finally, dinner was over and we were on our way home. Still being mischievous, Mom pulled her dress up the short distance needed and diddled herself all the way home. Gawd, it was difficult keeping my eyes on the road. I was only moderately successful but we survived the crosstown journey home.
Back at the house, nothing had changed. My mother's husband, okay, my father, was still in his chair passed out. He was a vision, he was. Beer spilled on his shirt, bottle broken on the floor, drooling, and snoring. Just the perfect fucking father.
"Just leave the asshole there," said Mom. "I can't be bothered getting him to bed. I'm tired, it was a long day."
I just had to chuckle in response. Standing there with a hand on Mom's ass, I felt her tighten up for a moment.
Turning to me, she said, "Let's show the bastard."
"What do you have in mind, Mom?"
My mother took me by the hand and led me to the couch kitty corner to where my father was sitting. Mom pushed me backwards until I flopped down on the couch. Obviously not feeling a need for further discussion, it only took her a few minutes to shuck my pants and briefs from my body.
Although it had flagged in recent moments, figuring out what Mom's goal was, my dick regained its strength. Mom backed up to me, lining herself up with my hardening cock. I held it up straight while she lowered herself onto me, her pussy swallowing my little buddy.
Slowly, my mother lowered herself completely. She leaned back against me. Having those puppies of hers staring at me all night long, my hands went directly to her braless tits. Yanking the top of her dress down, I was able to grip bare skin.
Leaning on me still, my mother turned her head towards me indicating her desire to be kissed. It was a stretch but our lips managed to meet. There was no doubting Mom's passion at this time. I had to wonder if Wonder Woman was so turned on because her son's cock was buried in her pussy only about three feet away from my father. Nah, just a coincidence. I am such a funny guy.
With our tongues dancing a tango, my hands occupied themselves with Mom's tits. I squeezed them together. I cupped them and bounced them. I took hold of her nipples in order to hold her tits upwards. My mother was enjoying fucking her son right beside her husband. Her cunt muscles were rippling and squeezing my cock. But, as she got more and more excited, Mom began squirming on my lap. I thought she was going to have a quick orgasm.
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