Bab 1842: @2
She had reverted back to the mother-son role-playing. That worked for me as I lowered my hands down to her ass, holding her tight to pound in to the bottom. Appreciating the response, she continued, "That's it, Sweetie. Pound your mother's pussy. I'm ready to come. Kiss me, you Motherfucker!"
Knowing she'd immediately recognize my mouth was different than Dad's, I decided to ignore her demand. Instead, I moved over to her other nipple and voraciously sucked it while continuing to ravish her sex-starved pussy. If I could get her to climax, she'd forget about connecting with my mouth. Having devised no escape plan, my attention was brought back to pleasuring Mom.
Her excitement level increased dramatically as she raised her pelvis on each downstroke of my cock, ensuring maximum penetration. Her panting was preventing her from saying anything coherent. Her hips bucked up as she groaned in pleasure. Inhaling deep, she cried, "Harder."
Memories of laundry day returned. Responding to her request, I forcefully thrust in, smashing my fat head against the back wall of her pussy. Pulling back out, I waited for her to arch her back before I thrust my fat ram back to the bottom. Bam! My cock brutally ripped through her gaping gash. She shrieked in ecstasy, quickly approaching her orgasm. My prick couldn't have gone any deeper, lewdly smashing against her soaked pelvis on each stroke.
Slowly dragging my rod back out to the entrance of her clinging slot, I braced myself to pummel her again. Anticipating my next stroke, she screamed, "Harder!" Her hips bucked up as my cock tore through her convulsing walls, slamming to the depths of her cavern.
Remembering her yelling the same thing before her climax yesterday, I recalled the vision of her lust-filled face as she came on the washing machine. As her orgasm had brought me off yesterday, the same was occurring tonight. My balls tightened, signaling I was ready to erupt.
Mom felt my shaft thicken and screamed, "Dammit, Chad! Kiss me while I come on your fat cock. Obey your mother!"
Chad? She knew it was me? Not pondering too long on her discovery, I felt relief that I no longer had to pretend I was Dad. I moved my mouth to hers to kiss her as no son should do to his mother. She wrapped her arms around me and held tight as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Her hot breath gushed out of her nostrils as we committed our forbidden, taboo act of love.
Slamming against the back wall of her pussy one more time, my cock exploded as I felt my orgasm overtake me. Her pussy responded as her walls contracted around my shaft, milking any remaining sperm from my balls. Our hot sweaty bodies were pressed tight against together as we attempted to meld together. We thrashed together in erotic bliss, fully knowing that we were mother and son.
All too soon, we were done. My prick was spent this time and not even Mom's warm pussy could keep it hard. I pulled out and flopped down beside her, resting my face against the side of her full breast. Reality swept through me as I realized she knew it was me. How was she going to react? How long before Dad gets home and catches me fucking his wife? At least I'd die with a smile on my face.
While my mind was stressing out, Mom leaned over and turned on the table lamp. Blinded by the sudden flood of light, all I could see was a blurry, fleshy mound as my eyesight returned. It was the side of one of Mom's meaty mounds. This was the first time I saw it up close and I spent time examining the object of my desires.
My hand came up to cup her beauty, caressing and squeezing her spongy tit. Looking at Mom's beautiful face, I saw her smiling as I fondled her motherly breast. I must have still had a look of stress and confusion as she explained.
"Yes, Dear. I knew it was you. How you may ask? Maybe it was the way you fucked me twice with a harder and larger prick than I've ever had."
Smiling wide I squeezed her bouncy boob, silently acknowledging her veiled compliment.
She continued, "Or maybe it was because your father and I planned it. He let his phone die on purpose and he's not at work. He's at our summer cabin waiting to hear the results of our joining."
Looking up, my puzzled look caught her eye.
"We both wanted more children and your Dad's sperm wasn't virile. We wanted the father to be discreet and someone we both loved. He's the one that suggested you be the one to impregnate me."
My hand moved over to her other breast to caress her fleshy mound. I wondered how long they had been planning this. I thought back to all those months Mom flirted with me. Could I have been more aggressive, enabling me to fuck her sooner?
I questioned, "Dad desired his own son be the father? Weren't you shocked when he suggested it?"
She grinned as she answered, "You know that role-playing game we enacted? The one with a mother and her son? We've been using that fantasy the last few months, only it wasn't for him. Even when he could get hard, he wouldn't last long. Acting out my wildest desires was solely for my benefit so I'd have a chance at achieving an orgasm. He knew how hot I got when we pretended you were my lover."
She turned so we were facing each other and leaned in to kiss me. Her hands ran up and down my side as I caressed her succulent breasts. Rising up so I could examine her unique nipples, my eyes explored the tops of her tits.
They looked exactly like they felt, a hard round knob stuck on the top of her breast. They were deep-brown in color, the same as her hair. Contrasting against her lily white breasts, they looked like they were an afterthought, delicately pasted on top of her mounds. Sticking up from the center was an inch long tip, looking like a coffee straw, pointing straight up. It was made for feeding, giving the appearance that you could suck her breast milk through them.
My furtive attention was not lost on Mom. "Unusual, aren't they? Your dad says they're freakish. He won't touch them, says they just aren't natural. I think he's grossed out with them," she said with a mournful look.
"That's nonsense Mom. They're beautiful, as is the rest of you. You're the sexiest woman I know. Your nipples are turning me on just by looking at them. I could suck on them forever." Reaching up I rolled her tip between my fingers causing her to squirm and moan.
"Are they as sensitive as they look, Mom?"
"Yes! That's why I don't go braless. When my tips move against the fabric, I get so aroused that I'm afraid I'll leak and stain my dress. When I get too horny, I go crazy with lust, like what happened yesterday. After I failed to get your father aroused, I knew I had to satisfy myself before I got another glimpse of your hard meat poking out your clothes. Why else would a mother fuck a washing machine in front of her son? I solved both of our problems."
I smiled, recalling the strange events from yesterday. It was clear now, Mom was trying to avoid fucking me before she wanted it to happen.
Noticing my knowing smirk, she continued, "I hope you appreciated my gift to you today going braless. Of course, I knew I was going to get sexually satisfied tonight by my handsome son so I could afford to stay aroused."
"Very nice of you Mom. In fact, I think you should refrain from wearing a bra again, seeing first hand the results of a horny mother." Her sexy smirk returned, signaling she would routinely be braless from now on.
Before I could lean down to demonstrate how much I wanted to milk her breasts, she lifted one leg up, displaying her hairy pussy. My hand readily accepted her wanton invitation. Running my fingers through her full bush, I massaged her thick, pussy lips.
My sperm mixed with her cum coated her slot allowing my fingers to easily slide up and down her hot groove. She was already recovered from two major orgasms, groaning from my probing digits. She felt relieved and excited at the same time, knowing that her son had readily accepted her as a lover.
Pushing me flat on her bed, she rolled over to mash her soft body on top of mine. Sensually kissing me, she ground her firm, bare flesh against mine. We kissed as lovers, not as mother and son. Her eyes locked onto mine as we silently communicated the intense love we held for each other.
Rising up, she slithered up my torso until her breasts were close to my mouth. "Show me. Prove to me you really want to suck your mother's tits."
Pulling her tight to my mouth, I latched onto her nearest hard nipple. Sucking hard, I captured her upright tip between my lips and rolled it. She groaned as her body writhed on top of mine. I alternated between lightly biting, sucking and licking her hard tip. She moaned with delight as she enjoyed the way I paid proper homage to her unique and unappreciated nipples. Easing off her over-stimulated tip, I moved to her other nub and started the process all over again.
Before I could advance to the same level of teasing, I felt her arms moving. Hearing clicking, I realized she was typing something on her phone. Her hands were above my head as I feasted on her tit. Where or when did she get her cell? This reminded me of a comedy where a prostitute was servicing her client while texting her friends. Was she that bored that she thought playing on her phone was more important? Slowing down my sucking, I wondered if something else was wrong.
Feeling me relax, she answered my silent concerns. "Keep sucking, Chad. I'm so excited about how things turned out that I'm going to email your Dad to tell him everything is good. I'm going to inform him to stay at the cabin until we're sure you've planted a baby in me. I can hardly wait for an answer. What do you think, a couple of days should do it?"
Taking my mouth off her hard nipple, I answered, "Maybe a week or longer, Mom. A year would be nice, or more." Before she could answer my hopeful request, I lightly bit her nipple.
She squealed, "Perfect, that sounds good. I'll ask for two weeks, just to be safe. A year might be a little too much." She giggled as she finished and dispatched the message. Setting the phone down on the bed, her body relaxed, allowing my sucking mouth to continue its teasing of her excited nipple. Her writhing increased as her body responded to the attention her son was giving her.
After a long groan, she pulled off my latched mouth, making her way down my body. Kissing and massaging my hot flesh, she licked her way down my sweaty torso. Sucking my hard stomach flesh, I was sure there would be more than one hickey showing up tomorrow. Once she got to my cock, she licked up and down my shaft, cleaning off our sex juices.
Cupping my balls, she worshiped my prick with her raspy, hot tongue. Blood started to fill my prick to the delight of my horny mother. Latching onto my fleshy helmet, she sucked as hard as I did her nipples, reciprocating the pleasure she had received. Releasing my hardened prick, she sat upright, resting her leaking pussy on my stomach.
Looking at me with lust filled eyes, she lifted herself and positioned my prick back into the mouth of her tight pussy. She slowly lowered, allowing her snatch to stretch out enough to envelope my shaft. Once she bottomed out, she remained still, completely impaled on my cock. Grinding her pelvis in a circular motion, she made contact with all her sensitive areas. Our mixed fluids leaked down, soaking my pubic hair.
She gripped my rib cage tight for leverage, fucking herself on my stiff prick. Not even close to an orgasm, I took my time exploring Mom's sexy body. Stroking her thighs, I squeezed her firm, hot flesh as she rode my pole. Her bouncing breasts cried for attention as I ran my hands up her curvy body.
Gripping her ribcage below her breasts, my hands were pummeled with soft tit flesh as she humped up and down my pole. My soaked groin met her hairy bush each time she bottomed out, saturating both of our hairy genital regions. Erotic squishing noises were getting louder as she increased her contact with my groin.
Moving my probing hands further up her body, I cupped her breasts and massaged her sexy mounds. Unable to keep my fingers away from her sexy nipples, I quickly captured and squeezed her hard knobs.
Her eyes were closed as she moaned with pleasure. Leaning down while still humping my shaft, she brought her engorged teat to join with my waiting mouth. Latching on, I sucked and pulled on her sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure through my horny mom. As she neared another orgasm, I felt a sense of pride flow through me, elated that I could give Mom so much sexual enjoyment.
Her moaning increased in intensity when she found a position where my fat head scraped across the rough, sensitive patch on the top of her pussy. Up to now, I had allowed her to fuck me, lying still while she did everything. It was time for me to assist. Lowering my hands to her hips, I held her in place while I lifted up, shoving my prick deep into her horny pussy.
"Oh, damn. That's the spot, Honey. You're fucking your mother so good. I can't believe I'm going to come again on your fat cock. Fuck me hard, Chad!"
Finding the same area of sensitivity, I sawed my stiff prick along the top of her pussy. Her moaning intensified to loud groaning. Feeling wet globs splash on my chest, I looked up to see her hair had fallen in front of her beautiful face. Either sweat or drool was dripping down from under her hair. Increasing my stroking, I was soon rewarded with a loud, orgasmic scream as my prick took the brunt of her climatic release.
Hot juice flowed around my cock as her pussy squeezed and released the stiff staff that caused her to come. Exhausted from fucking her son, she collapsed on top of me, leaving my hard prick lodged inside her. Feeling proud that I was able to hold out while bringing my Mom to a climax elevated my sexual confidence.
The side of her face was pressed to mine as she rapidly inhaled air, trying to recover. Her hot breath bathed my ear. She whispered, "Honey, fucking you is the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I want you to know, it's more than that. I love you. More than a Mother's love, far more than that."
"I know, Mom. I feel the same way. Our bonding is much more than physical."
She purred as I stroked her smooth back. Our silent connection was interrupted by the sound of Mom's phone vibrating.
"That's your father answering me. I can get it later," she whispered.
"No, Mom. I can't bear to wait any longer. I want to know how much time we have to enjoy each other."
Moving forward, she eased herself off my hard shaft. Reaching over to the phone, it only took a few seconds for her to read the message and resume her position on top of me.
Mom whispered, "He did answer. I'm not sure if I should tell you, though. What can you do to convince me?"
She giggled as I rolled us over until I was covering her firm body. She spread her legs, allowing my balls to fall in her slick groove. My hard cock was nestled in her cum-soaked, bushy mound. Moving my hands up, I moved her hair from the sides of her face and leaned down to lightly kiss her.
She smiled wide at my intimate attention. Moving my mouth around her face, I kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and back to her full lips. Staring in her deep-brown eyes, I shifted my hips, slipping my cock back into her willing pussy. It was still slick with our juices allowing me to slide entirely to the bottom of her slick cavern.
Pulling her mouth off mine, she croaked, "Fucking your mother is definitely a good way to pry out information. He said three days and he wants you out of your room by the time he returns."
Before I could soften in reaction to the disheartening news, she chimed, "He wants you to move out because he wants your room. You're moving in here with me, forever."
My cock quickly returned to its hardened state as I slammed into her pussy. Waves of excitement flowed through me hearing I was going to be moving in and sleeping with my mother on a permanent basis.
"He said that? I can't begin to understand why he would want to be away from such a sexy woman." I stopped stroking, concentrating on our discussion.
She murmured, "In all honesty, the blue pill hasn't worked for months. Sex has never been that important for your father and now he's feeling it's more of a chore than a pleasure. He's been begging me to make a move on you for weeks."
Pulling my head down to hers, she passionately kissed me. Our tongues teased each other as my hands moved to her full breasts.
Releasing my lips, she said, "Didn't we have a deal where you were supposed to fuck your mother for divulging the message contents?"
Smiling wide, I continued stroking in and out of my sexy mom. Seeing pure enjoyment flow through her face, my love for her grew more than I thought possible. Kissing her lightly, I whispered, "I don't want to fuck my mother this time. I'm going to make love to the woman I cherish most. This time I'll be a husband bonding with the love of his life. Will you be my wife and bear my children?"
"Of course, Darling. I love you so much. Anything you desire is yours. Let's make a baby, my dear husband."
Smiling, I jokingly added, "And there will be no need to fuck the washing machine again."
She bucked up her hips causing me to involuntarily groan as my balls squashed against her pubic bone. She taunted, "Are you sure? Frank and I have been together for a long time. He really ramps up my sex drive." Humping up again, she physically presented her side of the argument.
"You've named our washing machine?" I laughed as I returned her enthusiastic thrusts making her groan the way she did me. "Anything that makes you this horny has my vote. Tell Frank he's still part of the family."
We both laughed as we returned our focus on pleasuring each other. Resuming our kiss, I steadily drove in and out of her horny pussy. We weren't fucking this time. It was an act of pure love. Her hands traveled from my sweaty back down to my ass cheeks, pulling me in tight on each downstroke. She exhaled air into my mouth each time my fat head slammed against the back of her convulsing pussy.
The first two times we fucked were committed in total darkness, not allowing our love to be shared from staring in each other's eyes. It was fantastic sex, but it wasn't an act of love. Our deepest feelings were communicated between us now as we ground our bodies together, caring about nothing but pleasing our partner.
Releasing her fat breasts, my hands moved up to the top of her shoulders. Pulling her body down as she pulled my ass into her, our humping increased in intensity. We kissed like lovers, not like a parent and child. Mom's hot body was shivering with excitement as I mercilessly pounded her pussy.
Her rapid breathing caused her to release my lips while refusing to lose eye contact, conveying her complete submission. She uttered, "You own my pussy. I'm yours, Sweetie. Fuck your wife and show her how much you love her!""It's forever, Mom. This isn't a childhood infatuation that a son has for his mother. I'm in love with you and want to be with you from now on. Bear my children, Mom."
"Of course, Chad. I belong to you. I'll do whatever you want. Plant your seed in my fertile womb. I'm ready to birth as many children as you want. Fuck your mother hard!"
Connecting our mouths together, our tongues battled as hard as we fucked. Moving my hands down her sweaty body, I held her ass cheeks and lifting her body up allowed faster and harder strokes. Her eyes widened as she felt my prick expanding.
She wrapped her legs around my body, enabling her to lift her groin to meet my thrusts. Her legs pulled me in as her nails dug into my back. Her body was convulsing and shaking in pleasure. Tears formed in her eyes as she experienced her most intense orgasm. My prick responded, spewing out whatever potent sperm was left. We groaned in each other's mouths. Neither of us wanted to break our kiss as we climaxed together as lovers.
Her pulsating, leaking pussy continued to squeeze my prick after my orgasm finished in an attempt to extract any remaining fluid. This was the first time we maintained eye contact while experiencing our mutual orgasms. It cemented the love we openly shared for each other. There was no doubt in my mind that Mom was completely in love with me as we experienced our post-coital bliss.
Not wanting to crush her any further, I rolled to her side and pulled her close. She wrapped her arm and leg over me, holding me tight.
She muttered, "Thank you, Dear. You're such a wonderful lover. You make me a complete woman. I love you so much."
Stroking her sweaty body, I replied, "Being with you is all I want. Should I call you Nicole, now that we're more like husband and wife?"
"Only in public. At home, I'm still your horny mom and you're still my motherfucking son," she gleefully said.
"Sure, Mom, There is something thrilling about calling you Mom when my prick is shoved up your pussy."
"Speaking of that, you are one sweaty, cum-soaked son. You know, newly married couples usually have a shower. Let's change the event to something improved and continue this conversation while we soap up each other. I promise you'll like it much better than some boring party."
Smiling wide, I leaned in to kiss my beautiful mother. One thing was certain, I was wrong when I thought it'd be bad being Dad's protegee.
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