Chapitre 39: 17 Our First Time
I carried Mom to my room with my cock bobbing beneath her. She stared up at me as my heartbeat rose, and my cheeks turned red, the heat drifting into my neck and chest. Mom pressed her palm over my heart, a soft smile that was all too motherly appeared on her face. She rubbed my chest with back and forth strokes, her touch easing my heartbeat back to a crawl. I hadn't closed my door, and as I carried my mother over the threshold, I used the heel of my left foot to swing my door shut. The clicking of the bolt into the lock sounded so loud and final that Mom glanced over my shoulder to look at my door. I continued to my bed, climbing onto my mattress with my knees and laying my mother down in the center, her head coming to rest on my biggest pillow and her legs spreading as I leaned back to look at her.
"I'm wet," Mom whispered, "but you should warm me up some more. It's going to take a lot of cream to take your cock." She reached out and brushed my cock with her left hand, forcing a tremor through my body. "You have about an inch and a half on your father, and you're thicker." Mom licked my lips. "You have a big dick."
"That's what every son wants to hear from his mother," I said, unable to hide the smile on my face.
Saying that may have sounded silly in any other situation, but Mom said, "It's what every mother hopes to say to her son."
I looked upon my mother, admiring her slender body and her little handfuls and their pinkish nipples, hard and long, with somewhat puffy areolas. Her stomach lay long and smooth, the hint of twin muscles running down its length to her mound, where her thick landing strip matched the color of her flaxen, sunlight hair. I reached out and brushed her pubes, their silkiness making my cock bob, and then I looked below, where the rest of her sex lay hairless, wet and small and flushed pink with her desire for me--her son--and my cock.
"Don't you want it, baby?" Mom asked, spreading her legs for me and tightening the muscles of her ass, pushing her cunny upward. "Don't you want your mother's pussy? Don't you want Mommy's little pink hole?"
Groaning deep in my throat as my vocal cords tried to give voice to my desire, I slid between my mother's thighs, my balls touching her skin as I crossed over her right leg. I lay down, bracing myself on my elbows and staring into that soft, vertical smile between her thighs. Her inner lips lay pressed together, each a perfect mirror of the other and hidden within the narrow, pointed oval curve of her outer folds--a mandorla shape, as the Christians called it. I released a long sigh as I lowered my nose to my mother's muff, the tip touching her clit as I inhaled and filled my lungs with the sweet, floral scent of her maternal desire.
My tongue came out, licking low and pushing through the tenderness of my mother's cleft. Dewy wetness greeted me as her soft shell opened, the heat warming me down to my toes. I opened my mouth wider, tilting my head sideways and kissing her meaty lips, then sucking them into my mouth and pulling my head back as I did, taking her clam with me.
"Uh," Mom moaned, lifting her hips as I pinched her clit between her upper cunny lips. I let her go, then I took her folds within my grasp, squeezing and puffing out her smooth lips, trapping her pearl between her outer labia and giving her a tight squeeze. "Oh, yeah, baby."
I tugged on Mom's pussy, moving her cunny meat around while her glistening cream dripped from her slit, wetting her perineum and the pink divot of her asshole. More of her nectar dripped onto my bedspread, darkening the white fabric and branding her pussy's perfume into my sheets. After playing with her pussy for a little while longer, I released her muff meat, opened my mouth, and closed my lips over the curve of her mound, capturing her pleasure-nub and the hood above.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom whined from her throat, her hips turning in small circles as she tried to guide her twat into my mouth.
I flicked her clit up and down, polishing her jewel as I brought my right hand forward, extending my fingers as I did, and slipping the tips along her opening. I feathered Mom's petals apart, folding them to sides and revealing her inner pinkness where her hole and walls were smooth and shiny. They reminded me of soft sherbet or smooth yogurt, delicious deserts that would melt when eaten.
"Ooh," Mom moaned as I pushed my middle finger into her hole. I rotated my finger upward, then down, to the right and then left, closing my eyes as Mom's pussy walls sucked on my digit, her muscles clamping around my flesh, making my dick throb and my balls ache. I slid my forefinger deep into her snatch, her walls tightening further as the new thickness filled her twat. "Oh, fuck, yeah, lick that clit, baby. Lick Mommy's clit while you finger me."
I moaned against her pussy, working her jewel faster. I moved my left hand up onto her mound, my fingers pointing to the right with my thumb slipping downward, massaging the meaty tube of flesh protecting her pearl. Every downward slide against her hood popped her clitty farther outward. Every time I swirled my tongue around her swollen jewel, Mom bucked her hips, fucking her pussy hard against my face.
When I drew my mouth back and slipped my thumb onto her clit, turning my head to kiss the inside of her damp thigh, tremors ran through her body. Her pussy channel tightened, her walls quivered, and her pussy produced a thick, creamy honey that made it easier for me to fuck her tight, little muff, despite her tightness.
"Mark, baby, Mark," Mom whimpered, closing her thighs and putting her hamstrings on my shoulders. I fingered her faster, thumbed her nub harder, my pinky finger slipping down to her asshole and tickling her rosebud. "I'm gonna come, baby! Fuck! Mommy's gonna--come!"
Mom's entire body tensed. She arched her back, lifting her ass from the bed and driving my fingers deep into her snatch. The heat within her bloomed, searing my fingers and drenching my digits in honey. Her nectar spilled from her, covering my face, wetting my tongue, giving me a deeper taste of her flavor than I had ever had before. I lapped up her cream, licking her like a dog, leaving her wet with spit yet clean of her incestuous juices.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," I moaned as I drank her sweet syrup.
Mom continued to whimper her pleasure, and she whined as a second round of bliss tortured her shaking body. Minutes seemed to pass before her muscles loosened and her ass lowered to the bed. My comforter was now wet with her juices and sweat, the smell of her pussy thicker than before, hotter, filling my nostrils with its cock-teasing scents that urged me to bury my bone as far into her pussy as possible.
"The things you make me do, baby," Mom whispered, running her hands through my hair. Her fingers curled, finding a grip in my strands, and she pulled upward. "You made me cum so much. What are you gonna make your mommy do next?"
I moaned, my heartbeat jumping every time she said the word, Mommy. I wasn't going to say that word, it was too odd for a grown man to say it, but when Mom said it, she made my balls tingle.
"I'm going to make you take my dick," I whispered. "Your son's dick."
Mom smiled, her eyes narrowing as clouds of pink swirled to life across her regal features.
"Then make me take it," Mom whispered, "since I have no choice."
"No choice," I whispered.
"None," Mom said, barely shaking her head, making it sound like a question.
"None."
I moved up my mother's body, kissing her pubic hair, kissing her waist, licking my way to her navel, the touch of my tongue making her suck in her stomach as I continued upward. I caressed her breasts as I licked each of her long nipples, sucking them into my mouth while coning her breasts and forcing more of her tit flesh beyond my lips.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom moaned with deepening degrees of sensuality. She purred when I kissed her throat, and she sighed as I kissed the line of her jaw and nibbled her ear lobes, and she chased my mouth when I finally held my face above hers. "I can feel the heat of your cock against my pussy lips."
"Mom," I moaned, "you have a dirty mouth."
Mom nodded her head, her eyes sparkling as she said, "And you make me use it."
"I have to," I whispered, "if you want me to stay away from Jenna."
"Oh," Mom said, smiling, "right." She reached down between our bodies, rubbing her pussy once, her fingers sawing through her wet lips, and then she took my dick in an overhand grip and lubed my meat with her slippery juices. "Are you going to make me guide you into me? Are you ready to come home, Mark?"
I had a lot to learn about talking dirty, but I nodded to let my mother know I was ready to come home. Mom pulled me forward, her grip beneath my corona, and without having to look, she fit my knob to the steamy lips of her pussy.
"Push forward," Mom said in a throaty whisper. "Put your cock inside me."
I did as my mother told me to do. Her pussy lips kissed the tip of my glans, and then they spread apart, taking their time to unravel before rolling over my spongy crown. Heat misted my knob, followed by the sticky wetness of my mother's inside. A tingling sensation raced through my tip and down my shaft, swirling around my balls and tightening my asshole. Mom's slick pussyhole fought my girth, then spread, sliding over me with a wet, velvety grip that tugged at my skin while massaging me at the same time, sending tremors of pleasure throughout my body.
"Uh," Mom grunted heavily when my glans opened her hole and sank into her pussy. "That's a thick head, baby." Mom closed her eyes and lips and released a deep, guttural sound from her throat. "Ease yourself into me. Mmm, that's it. That's it. Work that hot dick into me nice and slow--ooh--back and forth, feed this pussy your fuck meat--ah--a little at a time, baby. Mmm, yeah, there you go."
Mom still hadn't let go of my dick. As I pushed into her, her insides fought me, the strain of her tightness forcing a wet friction across every inch of my cock. Mom would stop me, push me backward, then pull me forward, allowing me to open her twat with another inch of my cock when she was ready to take more of my salami. Her face tightened, her lips pressed together, and with every inward thrust, she would exhale a quiet moan, followed by a sigh of relief whenever I pulled my cock from her silky chamber.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, straining not to plunge my cock into her as hard as I could.
"Does it look like I'm in pain?" Mom asked, her voice trembling. "It's beautiful-agony, son. It only looks--ooh, baby--like it hurts, which is why your dick is so--mmm--fucking hard right now."
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy the pornos where the woman was struggling to take the dick, but I spoke the truth when I said, "Everything about you makes me hard, Mom."
"So you don't want to pound your cock into me and find out how loud you can make me whimper as I struggle against your big dick?"
My cheeks warmed, turning red.
"How does this pussy feel?" Mom asked when half of my cock was inside of her. She still had her hand on my shaft, jerking me and pulling the skin trapped within her cunny tight against my knob. "I can feel you throbbing inside of me."
"Your pussy feels like heaven," I said, clenching my jaw as Mom's inner muscles rippled along my shaft. It was as if I had dipped my cock into the softest, creamiest, and tightest channel of flesh in the world. My hardness fought her cunny tunnel, seeking to straighten her out while her narrow passage tried to bend my cock to its contours. Mom's snatch wrestled with my prick, setting my nerve-endings afire with pleasure that was about to cause my balls to erupt in ecstasy. "I'm trying not to come."
"It's okay if you come," Mom said, smiling at me as if I were her baby boy seeking encouragement. "Go ahead, Mark, come in Mommy's cunt."
"Not yet," I hissed, shaking my head. "I want this to last."
"What's the matter," Mom whispered, her tone sexy and sly, "is your cum too good for Mommy's hot, little pussyhole?"
I groaned, whispering, "I just don't want to come yet."
Mom stroked the half of my cock that wasn't resting inside of the oven between her thighs. Soaked in pussy juice as it was, Mom's hand slid over my shaft with a slick ease as she whispered, "It's okay to come in Mommy's pussy. It's okay to fill Mommy with cum." Mom squeezed my cock with her fingers and pussy muscles. "My pussy can take it, baby. It's okay." Mom bit her lower lip, her face pouting in the sexiest of helpless ways. "And a good son should be able to stay hard for his mommy's pussy after he fills it with his jizz."
I moaned, the sound shaking and trembling as my mother slid her hand up my shaft to her pussy lips, then back down, reversing her grip to an underhanded caress. When she reached my sack, her fingers continued to slide over my honey-covered flesh, cupping my balls and holding my sensitive testes in her palm. Mom whispered, "Mark, I'm not on birth control," as the buzzing within my sack exploded outward.
"Oh, fuck!" I whimpered as my nuts released a tidal wave of pleasure that stiffened my entire body. My insides exploded in ecstasy, the rays of bliss escaping through my skin as my entire existence shattered in joy.
Mom continued holding my nuts--something mothers aren't supposed to do--her fingers working my balls and sack, coaxing my cream through my swelling shaft and into her unprotected purse.
"Give it to me," Mom whispered. "Give Mommy all of that good-boy cream."
"Jesus, fuck, Mom," I moaned, resting my weight on her slender body and pressing my chest into her tits. My hips moved forward, and the rest of my dick filled up her twat as my jizz lubed her walls. The length and thickness of my cock made her eyes widen as she took all of my size for the first time.
"Jesus," Mom whimpered. "Stay hard for Mommy, Mark. Ooh, fuck, stay hard for me." She continued caressing my balls as she whispered her dirty words. "Stay hard for this pussy. This is naughty, family pussy you're fucking. That's it; stay hard, oh, fuck, I can feel you getting harder for me. Mmm, fuck, that's right, baby--mmm, god damn, you're in my guts. Give me what I need. I knew--mmm--my son could stay hard for his mommy's pussy. Keep this big dick hard for me so you can make another mess in my fuckhole."
Keeping hard wasn't the problem, but every time I moved, or my cock twitched, or my mother's pussy walls kissed my knob, my hypersensitive glans wanted to scream and drop another load into my mother's soaking wet snatch.
Mom released my balls, and a long sigh escaped my lips. Her hands slid to my sides, where she grabbed my muscles just above my waistline and pulled me into her. She spread her knees, placed the soles of her feet on the outsides of my legs, and rowed her pussy down my cock, then up it, her walls sucking at me with a tight, silk-wrapped rubbery friction.
"Oh, god," I whispered, my words trembling.
"Fuck me, baby," Mom moan-spoke, her words strained and focused, as if the amount of dick meat buried within her silky channel was making it hard for her to think. "Fuck me, Mark. Make us come with your incest-cock."
"Fuck, Mom, I need to read those god damn books you ordered," I said, bracing my palms on either side of her shoulders and pushing my body upward as my spine arched inward, keeping my groin pressed tightly to my mother's crotch.
"Those are my words, baby," Mom said, pumping her pussy onto my cock again. "The way you fuck me makes me say them."
I pulled my hips back, sliding my cock through my mother's tunnel, my knob's corona rubbing her pussy walls. I stopped when my tip lay buried within the shallowest portion of her little, pink hole. Taking a moment to enjoy my mother's wetness before I dipped my wick back into her yummy cunny, I flexed my cock, swirled my hips, and humped my prick back into the softness between my mother's thighs.
"Uh," Mom grunted.
Out.
"Ah," Mom sighed.
In.
"Uh," Mom grunted again.
Out and in, sigh and grunt, we created a rhythm between us that grew in tempo, then calmed, then grew, then calmed, my mother's pussy making kissing sounds whenever I pumped my prick between her lips. When I sped up, her little titties bounced, and when I slowed down, Mom was able to move her hips in concert with mine. I fucked her harder, pinning her to the bed, and I fucked her slowly as I lowered my lips to hers, our tongues dancing.
The longer we fucked, the harder Mom breathed, her panting driving me forward and feeding my desire for release. My bed creaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. Mom cheered me on with the pleasure-filled twitches of her lips and the quivering expressions that crossed her features. The grip of her cunny tunnel caressed me, and the soft cries that escaped her lungs spurred my hips to faster speeds. If I could have stopped time, I would have stayed inside my mother forever. Mom had a liquid treasure made of sin between her legs, and it bathed my cock in ecstasy. I came sooner than I had wanted to, with Mom matching my rhythm stroke for stroke as her skin turned a deep shade of sunset pink.
A throbbing sensation in my mother's pussy broke through my euphoria, letting me know that her orgasm was coming, followed by a hot, intense heat and a wash of creamy nectar. Mom's breasts heaved with her breathing, and high-pitched whimpers escaped her mouth. Her nipples seemed to constrict to a diamond-like hardness as they rubbed against my pectorals.
Above her, sliding into her, my knob pushing her walls apart with each stroke, the movements making my entire body tingle, my own orgasm began to break free. First in my thighs, then my balls, the soon-to-be tidal wave of pleasure rolled along the surface of my glans and flowed into my shaft, warming my heart and making my hairs stand on end. I was close. We both were. I braced my knees on the bed as I curled my arms around my mother's shoulders, and I rammed her pussy hard.
"Fuck," we moaned together, "shit, uh, uh, uh, oh, ooh, uh, fuck, I'm gonna come, gonna come, oh, god, you bastard--I'm coming!"
Mom's voice, my voice, everything blurred into one sound as Mom's pussy lips clamped down on my shaft, and her inner muscles hugged me as though they never intended to let me go. She threw her legs around my waist, locking her ankles below my ass and pulling me into her snatch as hard as she could, the little muscles in her thighs straining hard against my body. Within me, my world exploded. My balls constricted, my shaft swelled, and a river of cum filled my cock, every inch of it buzzing with the pleasure that I poured into my mother's cum-soaked cunny.
We held each other, her pubic hairs rubbing against my trimmed curls, my balls resting against her asshole. She grabbed my face, pulling my mouth to hers, and as my cum pooled within her guts, she slipped her tongue beyond my lips and made love to my mouth.
By the time our orgasms had ended, and Mom had another one right after her first, we were breathing hard and holding each other close. My cock softened after a time, slipping from her pussy and pulling out a thick wad of cream that dripped down to her asshole. I rolled to the side, grabbing one of Mom's hands, and together, we drifted off to sleep for a short time.
I woke later, in the dark, though the light had been on when I had fallen asleep. I wasn't alone. Something wet and soft slid against the underside of my shaft, pinning it to my abdominals with a gentle yet persistent pressure.
Above me, my mother panted, her breath falling in soft, huh, huh, huh, sounds. It sounded as if she had been doing this for a while. I didn't move. The memory of her fucking my father while he lay passed out spun through my mind. Maybe this is what makes her cream, I thought as my heartbeat rose, sparking a deep heat beneath my chest.
Mom continued pushing her pussy against my dick. I felt her soft folds spread over my shaft, the thick vein running along its length, finding my mother's slit and slipping into her crease. Every time she paused to rub her love nub against my member or glans, she released soft whines, her breath catching between each soft turn of her cunny across my crown. My breathing deepened, though if she knew that I had awakened, she said nothing, seeming happy to molest my cock in the darkness of my room.
Pressing down on my dick with her pussy and her knees spread put most of Mom's weight on my prick. The weight forced her slot to squeeze my shaft, compressing my thickness and causing a faint ache to pulse across my length. Mom leaned forward, easing some of the pressure as she placed her hands on my chest. She dug her fingers into my muscles, rolling her thumbs over my nipples and following that with something that made me gasp--she lowered her lips to my left nipple and took it into her mouth as her hair fell about my chest.
She licked me, pinched me, swirled her tongue around my areola, and she nibbled my pebbled nub, creating a tightness that sent gossamer lines of pleasure through my body. I moaned when she switched nipples, and I sighed when she pushed herself upward, slid her fingers down my stomach and through my pubic hairs, and curled her fingers around my cock. She shook my prick, squeezing and trying to bend my shaft, causing my back to arch. She raised her ass from my thighs, standing on her knees, and holding my slippery meat by the neck. She held me still as she lowered her pretty pussy to my knob and sank her pretty peach onto the bluntness of my erection.
"Uh-huh," she moaned... and I sighed as her tender heat enveloped my crown.
Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs above my knees as she pushed her pussy forward. My shaft strained at the base, and the pressure of her pussy bending my cock caused my balls to tighten. Thick pulses of desire cascaded through my length, pushing precum through my shaft and into my mother's twat. The muscles behind her pussy walls caressed my hardness. She wiggled her ass, nestling my balls against the bottom cleft between her butt cheeks as she sank her pussy all the way down my throbbing cock.
"Yeah," Mom sighed once her pussy flesh was hugging the base of my prick.
I moaned as Mom dug her knees into the bed and raised her hips, then she lowered her pussy along my cock, then raised her pussy, then lowered it, slipping and sliding and wetting my dick with her juices. Her ass slapped my thighs and balls, creating an obscene plop, plop, plop, sound as she used my cock for her pleasure. I hissed as she dug her fingers into my legs, and I couldn't stop myself as I placed my hands on her thighs, gripping her hard as she dropped her pussy onto my pole over and over again.
"Mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh," Mom whimpered as her ass slapped faster against my thighs. "Mmm, fuck, yeah, oh, god, that's a big dick, baby. That's a big dick for Mommy."
I wasn't on medication--Mom knew I was awake.
Mom rode me faster, harder, using my cock to satisfy every inch of her twat tunnel while my thickness spread her cunny walls without mercy. She changed the angle of her pussy strokes, the speeds, the depths, the softness and hardness of her thrusting hips. I paid attention to her movements and reactions, listening to her soft cries, her wild moans, her groans, her grunts, the changes in her breathing--I memorized every sound of pleasure that left her lips as she used my cock to make her pussy come.
"Thumb my clit," Mom whispered, her words rushed and fighting to break through her labored breathing. "Come on, Mark--oh, fuck--do Mommy a favor and thumb my clit." She whimpered. "Make Mommy come, baby. Make Mommy come hard."
I lifted my right hand, placing it on my mother's mound. Dampness covered her skin and pubic hair, and when my thumb slid over her slippery hood, I found her little jewel creamy with the same pussy juices that had saturated our groins.
Mom's little nub rolled beneath the tip of my thumb. She bucked harder against my cock when I squished her clit against her pubic bone, and she swung her hips in a wide, slutty circle when I swished her pearl from side to side. Mom's right hand swept up the inside my thigh, moving below her ass and cupping my balls, filling my sack with a light, airy tingle that danced across my skin. A buzzing started in my cock, intensifying as my mother--my motherfucking mother--matched her sack-fondling to my clit-caressing. Within a minute, the pleasure focused on my cock's head grew overwhelming. Mom's insides had melted, dripping her honey onto me with every pleasure-inducing ripple of her cunny muscles.
My body tensed in concert with my mother's. As I pressed down hard on her clit, swishing it from side to side, she pulled down on my sack while grinding her insides against my knob, creating an explosion within me that emptied my body of every last drop of jizz my balls could muster. I squeezed my ass, pushing my hips upward and forcing Mom into the air, my cock impaling her pussy and reaching into the warmth of her soft guts, searching for her heart.
"Jesus!" Mom cried out, coming loud and long, her hips moving back and forth in double time as her pussy rode my cock without mercy. Mom fell atop me after she came, kissing and licking my lips and mouth, my face, her primal actions drawing out the last of my incestuous sperm.
I didn't put up much of a fight when Mom crawled out of my bed and left my room. I grabbed my phone, checking the time, and my eyes widened when I saw that it was only midnight. That left us plenty of time to rest and recover. We'd be alone together tomorrow, mother and son, newly minted lovers.
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