Bab 1914: BREEDING FOR MOM
It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a University, I was back home for the summer. My name is Sam and I live with my mom Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year Mom bought the house we're now living in, located forty miles from where we used to live. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.
The house is bigger than Mom and I required, but it was the best value for the location. I live on the upper floor which consists of two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. We turned one of them into a study room and my bedroom has a great view out the front of the house. Mom's master suite is down a long hallway from the dining room and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens out back providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. There are a couple other bedrooms along the hallway to Mom's master suite which have been turned into hobby rooms.
Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister's companionship and finally convinced Mom to relocate close to her. Mom wasted no time to move here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their time together and with me.
Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom's large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long toned firm legs, proudly showing them off wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren't huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.
Aunt Rachel has deep green eyes which accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before but her new hair color makes her look even better. At twenty-six she's eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts look larger than Mom's and her luscious legs look similar.
My mood is always at its best when I'm around either of them. We have a large garden at our new house and the three of us work together, keeping it maintained and treating ourselves to a dinner or movie after a day of hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.
Rachel never mentions her ex-husband, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money when the divorce was finalized. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn't divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Not knowing the true story but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair and was caught.
Our time together the last few years has really bonded Mom and me, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the University believing I would be more comfortable than sharing a room in the dorms. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school allowing her to develop a relationship. Coming home once a month I figured I'd give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell she wasn't dating. After three months Mom pleaded with me to come home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal I changed my schedule according to Mom's wishes.
My time with Mom and my aunt was increasing my sexual frustration. When I arrived back to school on Sunday night I'd call up one of several girls I cycled through. They didn't know why they received such a good fucking each time I came back and I wasn't honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn't want to get tied down to anyone during school so I didn't mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.
Mom and Rachel were still close and neither dated. Their full attention was devoted to me when I came home for the weekends and I looked forward to being with them this summer. Jealous men would stare when we'd go out on the town. My aunt would dress less conservative; although, much to my dismay neither would go braless.
Eating out was especially hard as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage from her full, meaty breasts. She caught me more than once staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She would go back to talking to Mom, smiling while acknowledging the admiration of her sexy wares.
*****
Mom interrupted my daydreaming when she called me down for dinner. One of my favorite meals was waiting for me to celebrate my homecoming. As we sat across from each other I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn't like my food since I wasn't eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were like magnets, deep brown and beautiful, like a window to her soul.
When finished we cleaned up and retired to the living room to discuss our plans for the gardens. It was the time of year we'd have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help which wouldn't help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I was going to have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment was going to severely limit the time I would be able to spend with my two favorite ladies.
I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until morning. I fell asleep fast thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than normal and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom still has a daily newspaper delivered and whenever I'm home we'd share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom to arrive.
*****
Mom's door creaked open and I heard her footsteps come down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck and said, "Good morning, Sam. You're up early." I could smell her natural scent as her lips burned my flesh.
"Yes, I am. I slept well and wanted to get a start on looking for a job," I replied as I looked up to see her walk around me to go to the counter. I froze as I gazed at my mom wearing a blue nightie which barely covered her full, firm ass. It wasn't a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough making it was obvious she was nude underneath.
As she filled the coffee machine my eyes locked onto her long, bare legs. It wasn't the first time I'd seen them but they still excited me when displayed. As she finished and turned I quickly looked down at the paper disguising the fact I was leering. As she walked by me to go back to her room my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.
After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. She must come out to the kitchen each morning right after she wakes up, starts up the coffee, then returns to her room to change to her robe. I had gotten up early before and she was always in her robe. I wonder if she had changed her routine when I started college.
I made a mental note to not let sleep interfere again with my early morning delight. Hopefully, she wouldn't revert back to changing to her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.
We talked while she finished cooking. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean up. She asked me what I was going to do today. I told her I was going to hunt for a summer job to help pay for college. We talked about possible job prospects and where I should start looking.
She hugged me, wishing me luck and left to get dressed to go to work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later I heard Mom's car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared I was in bed stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn't last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.
I didn't have much luck finding a job so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had wrote on a list on the table. When I arrived home Mom was already there, earlier than normal. She greeted me with a hug and I asked her if anything was wrong. She informed me she took off to spend more time with me before I found a job.
We walked around the garden discussing what we were going to do for the next few days. While we were eating dinner later that night, I informed her I wasn't having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed but then smiled as she said, "You never know, maybe something will come up."
Soon after we retired to the living room to watch TV, Mom went to her room. She left the door open and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye to whoever she was talking to.
She came out and sat by me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me close. I could feel the heat from her body and her breath as she told me she was going to help me with a job. I turned to look into those beautiful eyes as she continued to tell me she was talking with her friend Sharon regarding some available work. I remembered Sharon from our old neighborhood. She was Mom's age and was hot. She told me Sharon had quite a bit of work to do around her house and she was willing to pay me good money to help.
Sharon was wealthy and would usually give me a twenty when we'd go visit her, for my college fund, she'd say. I figured the pay would be good and working around a hot looking woman couldn't be bad. I readily agreed to work for her. Mom was elated, smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she went back to her room to call Sharon. She came out later and informed me I could start the next morning. After a few more minutes I told Mom I was going to bed to get a good night's sleep. Setting my alarm to get up early, I drifted off fast.
*****
The next morning I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom's arrival. She made her appearance at the same time wearing the same nightie. My plan worked as I leered at her scantily clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe. I told Mom I'd probably be late getting home since Sharon's house was an hour away. She hugged me goodbye and wished me luck on my job. Her parting smile was sexy and even had a diminutive smirk mixed in. It was enough to arouse my horny prick.
I made it to Sharon's place and she was still as hot as I remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to be done and the list looked short enough I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week's worth of work. After the first item was completed I realized the main job Sharon wanted accomplishing was to have her pussy filled with hard, young cock. Her seduction plan wasn't complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and begging me to fuck her hard.
She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She told me her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary instead of attending meetings. She wasn't upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was fine with the status quo.
Exhausted from my workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do and it would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early in order to get up for Mom's negligee showing.
Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon taking a sexual pounding during the day allowing me to live out my mom fantasies. One of the mornings I blew it and slept past Mom's nightie show. Friday arrived too soon for my liking, signaling the end of my work week. I was hoping Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn't want the neighbors to get suspicious and she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.
Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home and we discussed our weekend plans. We decided on a number of projects in the garden and she mentioned that her sister was going to come over to help. I was looking forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile as I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.
After breakfast the next day we worked in the garden. Shortly after we began my aunt showed up, looking as good as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging as she was too close to my age, but she did stroke my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We toiled through the day, broke for lunch and decided to go out to dinner to celebrate our day of hard work.
Aunt Rachel went home to change while Mom and I picked her up on the way out. They were radiant at dinner and I couldn't have been happier being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us as we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.
After breakfast the next morning, Mom pulled her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted up closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against me under our robes as she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressing along my hairy thighs sent electric shocks to my hardening cock.
She told me she had something important to tell me. I stroked her arms the same way she was doing, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.
She stared at me as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what she had on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease. She told me she had a long phone conversation with Sharon yesterday. My relaxed state began to disappear wondering what Sharon had told Mom.
"Sharon's pregnant," she divulged, still staring at me. I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn't used protection with Sharon. She pulled me tight each time as I flooded her cunt with cum each time. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.
"It's your baby, Sam," she continued.
Fear swept through me as my hands squeezed tight on Mom's arms. What an idiot I had been forgetting about protection. My mind was racing of the implications of getting someone pregnant. Mom could see my discomfort and moved her hands to mine pulling them away and held them tight, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.
"Relax, it's okay. She wanted the baby. She told me how she seduced you and how she tricked you into thinking she was on birth control," she quietly said in an attempt to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.
Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Wow Mom. I had no idea. You're okay with this? Does she want anything from me?"
"She wanted a baby and her husband couldn't give her one. She's elated and doesn't want anything from you. You know, it's not uncommon," she told me, still locking our eyes together.
"Not uncommon?"
Explaining further she said, "Yes, wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can't or doesn't want to."
"Why don't they go to a fertility clinic and get inseminated," I asked, more relaxed from Mom's gentle caressing.
"They usually don't want anyone to know and they like the more discreet method. Most of the time the husband won't allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it."
"Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to make sure you're okay. She hated that she didn't ask you in advance, fearing you'd say no to her," she stated, looking for my reaction.
I smiled and told her, "It's fine Mom. I like Sharon and I'm glad she's happy now. It was quite a workout last week though."
"No details Sam. A mother doesn't want to know those kinds of things," she laughed, breaking the tension.
She pulled back and we went to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times Mom caught me staring at my aunt when she'd bend over and display her ample cleavage. My face reddened realizing I wasn't that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home and Rachel left right after.
After our showers, we relaxed on the couch watching TV before retiring for the night. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she did in the morning. She moved my arm to do the same to her and we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding with each other. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.
We were ready to call it a night when she looked over at me and said, "I really enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing together again. I've missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school."
I replied, "I always have fun when I get to work in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It's going to be a bummer to have to start looking for another job tomorrow." I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.
As if she read my mind, Mom said, "Sharon told me some of her friends are really jealous of her now," as her eyes locked with mine. "You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money."
Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. "Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn't take long and you could spend more time here with me."
Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Sharon's friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, "Gee Mom, you want to pimp out your son? That doesn't sound legal."
Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. "Not pimping. It isn't sex. You'd be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need and they're willing to pay well for it."
"Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is part of it, don't you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?"
She explained the process in length. She assured me these women had no intention or desire to establish a relationship with me. They didn't even want to see my face during the process. It wouldn't be lovemaking, it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They required secrecy because they didn't want to involve anyone else. Sharon had a loyal attorney draw up an agreement to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we hadn't met to further cement anonymity.
The plan was well thought out. I wonder how long Mom and Sharon had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I told her in as steady a voice as I could, "Sure Mom. I'll help out. Giving me more time to help around here will be really nice."
"Great Sam. I'm taking off work this week in order to spend more time together," she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper armSleep once again came easy dreaming of my new summer job. Awakening early I waited for Mom to show up for breakfast. She was later this morning and I was afraid she'd sleep in late since she was taking the week off. I was ready to go back to my room when I heard her door open and close. She kissed my neck and started the coffee. She wore a different nightie this morning. It was dark green and sleeveless. A small strip of her thigh was visible as she glided around the kitchen. The other difference was that she didn't go change, staying to prepare breakfast.
Once the food was ready she served us and sat down opposite me. Her new nightie had a thin gap in front which displayed a small amount of cleavage. I openly stared at the exposed flesh of the insides of her full breasts. She continued to eat as if nothing had changed. I was hard through the meal, barely hearing her talk to me concerning the day's events. Through the fog, I heard she was going to Sharon's for awhile work out the details.
As soon as we finished and I spotted her car go down the road I was already stroking my prick, quickly coming to the vision of my mother's sexy body. I worked in the garden and Mom showed up several hours later. We ate and decided to go out to the movies with Rachel in the afternoon. It was a pleasant day and I wondered what she and Sharon had discussed today.
My aunt left for her house afterward, leaving Mom and me on the couch again. Mom told me she had met a client at Sharon's and she had made arrangements for us to meet tomorrow. Locking her beautiful eyes on mine, she explained, "Our client will show up here while you wait in your room. You won't meet her as they don't want to be able to recognize you if they happen to see you later. I'll prepare her for the procedure. She'll be on my bed, covered by a sheet. Your job is to uncover her far enough to do your business. The client will never show her face nor talk to you."
I nodded to acknowledge my instructions. Concerned on whether I'd be able to get hard without any foreplay I rebuked, "I don't know Mom. No kissing, no talking, slight touching. I don't know if I'll be able to adequately perform."
She was silent for a moment thinking over what I said and replied. "It might be a challenge. I'll let them know you may have to caress their legs to advance things and you can talk to them if it helps. They won't respond to anything you say. They want success so I'm sure they'll be tolerant for whatever it takes."
Mom remained clad in her green nightie the next morning as we ate. I went to my room to wait for her to let me know when my services would be required. I didn't change out of my robe keeping my thoughts on anything but Mom. I didn't want to be tempted to blow off a load. I heard a car pull up and soon after, muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Mom was preparing our client. I heard a light knock on my door and opened it to see Mom still clad in her nightie. Seeing my surprised look, she told me the clients felt more relaxed if she was dressed in less formal attire.
No complaints from me as I wouldn't mind if she wore it all day. She stroked my upper arms as she held me. I did the same, relishing in the texture of her smooth, soft skin. She asked, "Honey, we didn't talk about payment and how much you'd like after expenses."
"Mom, keep whatever you get. You're putting me through college. You deserve it and I don't really need any money. You take care of everything as it is."
She smiled and pressed her thinly covered body to mine in a tight hug. I felt her braless tits squash on my robe-covered chest as we stroked each other's arms. I was hardening fast and released her before it became too obvious. She smiled and told me to wait a few minutes before coming down. Apprehension swept through me as I anxiously waited to start my new summer job.
Nervously I went downstairs to Mom's bedroom, closing the door behind me. I removed my robe noticing my hard prick was already softening due to the pressure of the moment. A thin, silk sheet was attached to Mom's headboard, covering a woman's body to her feet.
Her breasts pushed up the sheet as well as her pelvic bones. I walked up close and moved the covering up exposing her legs below her knees. They were a deep brown, not from her race, but from suntanning. This woman was a sun worshiper. Her legs were closed together and she was tense as I ran my hands up and down her lower legs.
Her skin felt tough from the damaging sun. Her skin was more like leather, hard and dry. Seeing her nervous state, I quietly talked to her, trying to ease her stress. I moved the sheet up further stroking her upper legs and thighs. Her hands were at her sides and were clenched tight. She was so nervous I was afraid this wasn't going to work and we might have to call it off.
I was completely soft now as my mind raced to try to think of how to proceed to put this woman more at ease. Suddenly it hit me. She loved to lie in the sun and was probably really proud of her tan.
Complimenting her on her deep-brown skin, I continued to gently massage her legs. Feeling her relax I told her to think of when she was in the sun enjoying the warmth. Her hands relaxed as she took herself to her happy place.
As I stroked her thighs I told her to imagine it was her hands spreading oil on her legs. As her thoughts shifted to a more pleasant environment, she spread her legs apart a few more inches. Gently I moved the sheet to her waist exposing her pussy. There was a pillow under her lower back elevating her hips. I wasn't sure if this was part of the procedure to hold in my sperm or if it was to help me penetrate the woman without having to lie on top of her.
Her pussy was smooth except for a landing patch above her slit. I could see a lighter tone of skin where she had worn a bikini bottom for some of the time in the sun. I slowly ran my fingers up and down her slit. Her legs were still too tight together to allow me to enter. My best chance would be to put her at ease in the setting she felt most comfortable.
"Your tan is unbelievable, perfectly toned and even," I told her as I stroked her inner thighs. "Imagine you're soaking in the rays, relaxed and sexy."
I felt her body soften as she opened her thighs wider allowing more access to her slit. She was responding as I had hoped. Pressing on with the scene, I said, "You must tan in your backyard, but you have to put on your bottom at times in case friends or a delivery man shows up."
Her hips moved in excitement as I proceeded with the fantasy. "I wish I was the lucky delivery man, coming in the yard and seeing a tanned, sexy, nude woman on display."
Moisture was appearing on her slit as her fantasies overcame her nervousness. "You have to be careful when laying out in the sun nude, not knowing when a friend or a family member will arrive unannounced."
She didn't react until I mentioned family. I was narrowing in on one of her hidden fantasies.
"Your daughter might see you and get embarrassed seeing her nude mother. Or maybe even your son."
Her hips involuntarily bounced when I mentioned her son. My plan was set now. I stroked her wet slit as she mulled over what I said. I was hardening knowing this woman was mentally fantasizing about her son.
"I can imagine how it might happen. One day you're tanning nude and you hear the phone ring in the house. You're slow to get up to answer it and the recorder is already on. You hear your son talking and you're getting ready to pick it up when you stop and let the answering machine take the call. He explains that he's getting off work and will be home earlier than normal. Thinking you're visiting friends, he tells you he's going to get some sun until you get back."
She opened her legs wider as I talked her through the incestuous fantasy. I alternated from stroking her thighs to caressing her engorged cunt lips. "You know why he called. He still lives at home unable to afford his own place after graduation. He came home early once and caught you sunbathing nude. He yelled out in surprise and when you looked up, he ran back inside. After you put your suit on you went in to see him being careful to avoid any discussion concerning the incident. His face was red but more important his pants were bulging out. Your son's prick was rock hard from looking at his beautiful, naked mother."
She moved her hands to cup her ass cheeks, massaging them, raising her pelvic area up to my exploring hands. She was really getting worked up with my fantasy. My manhood was at full attention, living out her mother-son seduction.
"You know what you should do as a good mother. Wearing your suit would be the proper course of action. You wouldn't want to embarrass him again. He doesn't think you're home. He's assuming you're out. Your excited, throbbing cunt overrides any sensible thoughts. You get up and move the lounge so your horny, motherly pussy will be on full display to the door. Hearing his car pull in the drive, you get in position and spread your legs to put on a show for your son. Your dark sunglasses prevent him from seeing you looking as you pretend you're asleep."
Bringing her knees up she spread her legs out wide, opening her glistening groove as the familial fantasy proceeded. I massaged her pussy and the lightly tanned area surrounding her fiery hole. Her skin was much smoother and reminded me of Mom's arm when I was stroking it.
"You hear the patio door slide open and see him through your shades. He's wearing trunks, ready to get some sun when he stops and stares at your nude body. He softly calls out your name, not loud enough to wake you but enough to see if you're sleeping. You remain silent. He advances closer unable to take his eyes off your pussy. He pulls his trunks down and you see your son's hard prick for the first time since he was a child."
She thrashed her hips while she visualized her aroused son standing before her. Her hands went to my back and stroked up and down. Inserting two fingers into her wet cunt, I slowly slithered them in and out of her leaking pussy.
"Your son slowly strokes his hard cock while staring at his mom's open gash. He cups his balls after a couple of strokes and proceeds back up to the head."
She moved her hands from my back to firmly wrap them around my prick. She followed the act I described her son was doing. She lightly squeezed my balls as she pumped my slick shaft, twisting my fat, bulbous head on the upstroke. Both of us were leaking pre-cum as we executed our fantasy.
"You sense him move closer to the lounge. Your son's forbidden prick is dangerously close to your open pussy. He calls your name again, gaining confidence when you groan and moan as if you're having a dream. You murmur his name and hump your hips up as if you're fucking him in a dream. You hoarsely whisper out your fantasy of how much you've wanted his hard prick."
Her hands left my prick and went to hold my sides. She was gripping tight anticipating the moment her son fucked her. I closed the gap between us and ran my slippery, engorged head around the mouth of her pussy. She bucked up, capturing and pulling my prick into her hungry canal.
"Your son is hard as a rock now and can't pull out. He didn't want it to go this far but by mistake, his prick entered his mom's sacred canal. Even though he thinks you're still asleep, he tells you he's sorry and asks for forgiveness. He's wanted to do this for a long time and can't resist any longer. Exclaiming his love for you, he slides his hard cock into your horny pussy."
I fed my prick into her tight sheath. It was well lubricated and I had no problem pushing in until my balls hit her ass. I pulled back and plowed in again. I could hear her gasping for air under the sheet. I fucked her hard and fast for several minutes, elevating our passions. She was humping and gyrating her hips, fully immersed in the incestuous fantasy.
Squeezing my waist hard she pulled me in tight on each down stroke. I had already gone way past Mom's restrictions. I chanced pushing the limit. I moved my hands up under the sheet approaching her breasts. I decided it was time to switch the role-playing to a more personal technique.
"Oh, Mom! Your pussy is hot and tight. I've dreamed of this for years. I have to hold your breasts. They're perfect and I love you more than you know," I choked out. I cupped her tits, massaging her full globes as I continued to pummel her pussy. Her head was turning from side to side under the sheet and her moaning was getting louder.
Too many times I had fantasized I was fucking my mother with my girlfriends but was careful not to call out Mom's name, nor exclaim my feelings I had of my mother. Able to fully enact my fantasy, I fucked her furiously because she was my mother in my mind.
I captured her blood-engorged nipples between my fingers, tweaking and pulling her sensitive buds. We were both excited from the enactment and weren't going to last much longer. Her pussy was quivering as she humped up each stroke to pull me in as deep as possible.
"Oh, Mommy. I'm going to come. I'm ready to blow my load. I don't think I can hold out any longer. I don't know if you're on protection, maybe I should pull out and ..."
I wasn't able to finish as she grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me in as tight as she could. I screamed, "Mommy, I'm coming in you. I'm filling your pussy with my sperm."
Streams of cum shot out the end of my prick into her welcoming hole. She came violently on my second release. Our mutual orgasms intensified our passions as we fucked as mother and son. I kept my prick embedded in her clasping cunt for several minutes after we were done. When I finally softened, I pulled out. Reaching down, I stuffed my fingers in her hole attempting to stuff as much sperm in her as I could.
"That's a giant load of cum in you, Mom. I imagine my sperm are fighting over your eggs from our first incestuous fuck. I'm so lucky to have such a hot mother," I said as I slowly pulled my fingers out. She closed her legs tight, trapping my fingers in her filled pussy. It was her way to communicate her approval and her attempt to keep in as much sperm as she could.
Backing off I pulled the sheet down to cover her. Putting on my robe I wondered whether this would be my last job since I disobeyed several of Mom's rules. After returning to my room, I jumped in the shower. I heard Mom's bedroom door open and close as I washed off the smell of sex.
While drying off, I heard a car leave. When I went downstairs Mom was dressed in work clothes. She smiled and said we needed to get to work on the garden. Nothing was mentioned over my performance and we both pretended my mother hadn't just set me up to fuck a woman.
After dinner, she sat by me on the couch and wrapped her arm around me. I did the same and we stroked each other's upper arms while we watched a comedy. She broke the silence asking me how it went this morning. I told her it was close to being a disaster. It was difficult to perform without any foreplay. She showed her dismay and hugged me tightly in consolation.
Enjoying the hug for a minute, I continued to explain, "Caressing her legs didn't help much. Her skin was tough and leathery from long hours in the sun, not very sexy. I think she was close to your age but I bet she looks at least ten years older."
Mom exclaimed, "Wow, you're good at guessing ages. She is my age and I did notice the sun's effect on her. It's a shame women don't realize the damage sun can do. So you were able to proceed anyway?"
As I squeezed and caressed her upper arm, I told her, "Yea, I had to visualize smoother skin as I was touching her."
My mom's hand went to mine as she shrieked, "You thought of your mother when you were with her?"
"No Mom. That would be weird, just the feel of your skin. It's so smooth and soft and I had to do something or I wouldn't have been able to proceed," I told her as she removed her hand from mine, allowing me to continue my caressing.
"I did put you up to this and if it helped the process, I really can't complain," she acquiesced.
"I hope she was happy with the results. I did the best I could," I cautioned, looking to Mom to see her reaction.
She retorted, "I told her I didn't want any details, but she did tell me you performed well and stayed within the boundaries we set. She said you were sweet and your soothing conversation put her at ease. She was quite pleased and I believe our first case was a complete success."
Thankfully, she changed subjects as I was getting hard reliving the time spent with our first client. It was good hearing the woman hadn't revealed the fantasy we enacted. Relaying too much information to Mom didn't seem like a great idea. I wondered if the woman had already fucked her son or if she even had one. If she did have a son, he might have quite a surprise in the near future.
*****
My aunt arrived around noon the next day to help us in the garden. Mom excused herself to run an errand leaving Rachel and me to tend to the garden. That provided the opportunity to leer at Rachel without the threat of Mom catching me. Mom was back in time for dinner. We ate and Rachel left for home. We retired to our rooms early after the long day of work.
The next morning Mom was adorned in a short, pink nightie. The entire length of her luscious thighs was on display. As she turned, a flash of dark red panties peeked out. After we ate and cleaned up, Mom stopped next to me on her way to her bedroom. She turned to display a perfect view of the backs of her legs. She quietly asked, "Sam, could you do me a favor? Could you see if I have any cellulite on my legs? It happens to so many women and I want to make sure I haven't started."
All this time I have been stealing looks of her luscious legs and now she was presenting them to me. Taking my time, I surveyed up and down her smooth toned legs. Her nightie barely covered her panties, allowing me to see all of her smooth thighs. Rapidly breathing, I stuttered, "No sign of cellulite Mom. Your legs look fantastic and incredibly sexy."
"Thank you, Sam. I'm not sure you should be complimenting your mother's legs in that manner. I'm just worried cellulite will ruin my appearance. I am getting near that awful age," she added, referring her to closing in on forty.
"Mom, there's no cellulite and even if you did, you're still a beautiful and sexy woman," I complimented her, blushing as I was surprised at my bold remark.
She turned to face me and smiled, seeing my flushed state. "Thanks, Sam. Let's get dressed and do some yard work."
We met in the garden and worked for a few hours. At three in the afternoon, I asked her if Aunt Rachel was coming over. She hesitated as if she were making up a story. Finally, she explained, "No, not today. I told her we were going to be busy tonight. What I didn't tell her was that we have an appointment at four with a new client. I met her yesterday and scheduled her for today. I hope it's okay with you."
Taken aback by her announcement, I hesitated, but not long enough for Mom to continue. I retorted, "Sure Mom. It'll be fine. I have to clean up first. I'll head in and wait for you in my room."
After my shower, it didn't take long before a car pulled up. I heard the door and muffled talking as they walked down the hall to Mom's room. Soon after, I heard a soft knock on my door. I let Mom in and immediately smiled seeing her dressed in her short, pink nightie. She told me our client was ready and hugged me tightly. My face was pressed to her neck as I breathed in her natural scent I've come to love.
She held my hands with hers and guided them to the backs of her thighs above her knees. Leaning close to my ear, she whispered, "Sam, could you feel my legs to see if you can detect any cellulite. You said you couldn't see any, but maybe you can make sure."This was incredible. Mom was asking me to caress her hot legs, the same ones I've been lusting after for so long. I slowly ran my hands up to the backs of her smooth, firm legs relishing in their feel. My cock was at full staff now and uncomfortably lodged between us. I ran my hand up to her panties line, then back down. I explored up her legs once again, stopping to squeeze her succulent flesh as I neared her ass. Her hot breath washed over my neck as I groped her thighs. Moving up I started to cup her ass when she grabbed my hands and pulled me away.
She smiled as she said, "Careful honey, that's not my legs. Did you find anything unusual?"
I replied, "No Mom. They're terrific. No sign of any cellulite. In fact, they're the best legs I've ever felt."
"Oh stop it," she giggled.
She stepped back, signaling it was time for my services. As she left I lustfully leered at the beautiful legs I had fondled. After a few moments, I proceeded down the stairs to take care of the next client.
As soon as I entered Mom's room, I dropped my robe. Approaching our covered client, I slowly moved the sheet up. I left her pussy covered as I stroked her legs hoping to relax her in this uncomfortable setting. Her skin was smooth like Mom's and she looked like she might be five years older.
I stroked her legs and when I ran my hands up to the back of her thighs I felt the dimples. It was cellulite and I thought back to Mom asking me to look and feel her legs for the signs. Now it was clear Mom was helping me through this client as I told her she helped me on the first one. She interviewed this woman yesterday. She must have noticed the cellulite and was concerned.
I didn't dwell on her dimpled skin, not wanting to cause concern for the poor woman. She was probably already self-conscious and I didn't want to add to her apprehension. I talked softly to her, telling her how great her legs and sexy thighs looked. I felt her relax as I stroked her inner thighs. I moved the sheet up above her waist to expose her pussy.
No sign of hair to distract from her puffy, clean-shaven pussy. This was definitely her best trait and I think she knew it. I ran my fingers up and down her fat lips while complimenting her on full pussy. She spread her legs, relaxing as I played with her treasure. I inserted a couple of fingers into her hot hole and discovered it was steamy and wet. She massaged my fingers with her tight sheath with amazing control.
I pulled my fingers out even as she attempted to hold them with her muscled pussy. I stroked her thighs again thinking of the vision of Mom's displayed bare legs. That was enough to get me to full hardness. Crawling up closer I scraped my prick along her thighs as I made my way to my target. She spread her legs out wide giving me complete access to her hungry, oily cavern.
Pushing my bloated head through her outer lips, her pussy clamped down hard, pulling my shaft in without my help. Her sucking snatch devoured my prick, enabling me to quickly hit bottom. I fucked her steady for several minutes, reveling in her experience of cock handling. Her pussy walls contracted at different times of my strokes enabling her to rub my hard prick against her sensitive spots. Her hips moved in sync with her pussy as she took over the direction of the fucking.
I held onto her waist, squeezing her firm skin, holding on tight as she thrashed beneath me. Her skin reminded me of Mom's and my mind flashed to the times I would stroke Mom's arms. My prick was hard as steel getting a workout it had rarely experienced. I was nearing my climax from the intense fucking. I shoved in deep and held it there letting it soak in an attempt to prolong my orgasm. Her pussy massaged my prick and it felt like her hand was stroking me.
I paused my pumping, enjoying the moment. Images of my Mom's legs flashed before. I stroked the waist of the woman fucking me as I relived the moment I caressed Mom's legs. Harder contractions on my prick brought me back from my fantasy. To my surprise, sperm was gushing out of my prick.
This was a first for me, coming without stroking. I pulled back and shoved in hard, shooting the last of my load deep into her spasming cunt. Her powerful walls continued to milk out every drop of virile sperm from my balls. Even after I was empty and embedded deep in her pussy, she continued to massage my prick.
I softened, pulled out and stopped to look at her wonderful gash one last time before covering her with the sheet. Leaving the room exhausted, I headed upstairs. I plopped down on my bed after taking a shower reliving the erotic episode. I rested and nearly fell asleep when I heard her car leave.
When I made it downstairs I found Mom preparing dinner. We ate and afterward when we were settled on the couch, she brought up the subject of my performance. She told me the client was quite pleased again, adding I had done an excellent job. I was surprised as I felt I didn't do much to excite her. Maybe that was what turned the woman on, being in complete control of the coupling.
With a concerned look, she asked, "Sam, did you have any problems this time?"
"No problems Mom. Thanks to you the cellulite didn't bother me," I assured her.
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She blushed as she smiled and said, "Glad to help Honey. I wanted to make it easier for you."
Switching topics we talked and watched TV for an hour when Mom turned and locked eyes with me.
"Sam, I hope you don't mind but I made another appointment tomorrow morning at ten."
Trying to contain my excitement, I replied, "No problem, then we can do some things in the afternoon and go out for dinner. I guess you and Sharon must have interviewed more than one client yesterday."
"At least two," she confirmed, leaving for her bedroom. I wondered how many more she had lined up for me.
*****
Breakfast the next morning was a quiet affair with neither of us saying much. Mom was wearing a white nightie I'd never seen before. The material was opaque and I could tell she was wearing a bra. It was longer than normal, going below her knees. It dawned on me that Mom wore a different kind of nightwear for each client. Did color have anything to do with it? Suddenly it hit me, it was the style, not color. The green one exposed her arms so I could stroke her smooth skin. The pink one was short so I could feel her thighs. What did this white one signify? I guess I wouldn't know for sure until she retrieved me for our guest. It was after nine when I excused myself to go wait in my room.
I was lost in thought and didn't hear a car or any sounds from downstairs until soft knocking brought me out of my daydreaming. Mom came in and hugged me tight, nestling her mouth on my neck. The scent of her hair and the pressure of her body against mine was enough to convince my prick to rise to the occasion. She pulled back leaving us face to face and whispered, "Good luck, Sam."
She brought her lips to mine and kissed me. She didn't open her mouth but left her hot lips pressed to mine. I could hear air rushing in and out of her nostrils as our lips were locked. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue across my lips. Ready to stick my own tongue out to meet her's, she pulled back, smiling. Was that lust in her eyes or was it teasing?
After she left I made my journey to our next client. Still hard from Mom's kiss, I gave myself a quick stroke while surveying the sheet-covered woman on Mom's bed. I could tell she was younger from the perky breasts pushing up the fabric, showing no sign of sagging. I moved the covering up to her knees revealing her lower legs.
They were smooth looking and milky white. I don't think the sun had ever seen these legs and when I touched her, goosebumps appeared. The poor woman was nervous and would require some patience on my part. I lightly stroked up and down her lower legs, quietly talking to her. Consoling her I told her everything would be fine and I'd go as slow as she wanted. I complimented her as I caressed her smooth and sexy legs.
When it looked like she was comfortable, I pushed the sheet up to reveal her upper legs. I didn't want to go too fast so I left her pussy hidden beneath the sheet. White, luscious thighs appeared before me. Perhaps the best looking legs I've seen, other than my mother's. I sensuously stroked her thighs as I kept up with my quiet dialogue pertaining to her beauty. She relaxed, opening her legs several inches.
Her white skin exalted purity. My arousal increased as I ran my hands up and down her smooth white thighs. Sun had never seen this skin as well as any other person in public as it was evident she fully covered herself. It was a special connection between us and I became excited, knowing I was the only one to witness her hidden beauty. Snow White came to mind and I made a mental note to refer to her like that in the future.
Leaning down I kissed one of her luscious thighs, allowing my lips to linger against her soft skin. There was no perfume or shampoo smell as I inhaled her intoxicating natural scent.
Opening my mouth I sucked in a mouthful of delicious thigh meat. Unlike the other clients, thoughts of Mom didn't materialize as I continued to relish in her beauty. I heard a muffled groan from under the sheet when I sucked on her thigh and her legs opened wider. While I sucked on one leg I massaged the other with my roaming hand. Pulling myself off her thigh was hard but I was getting anxious to continue. I pushed the sheet up above her waist revealing a full, black, hairy bush.
It was a striking contrast to her lily white skin. Trimmed into a perfect triangle and uniform height I could tell she had spent time grooming her mound. I softly told her how beautiful her pussy looked as I ran my fingers through her silky forest. I captured her hair and teasingly pulled up, opening her moist slit.
Running my fingers up and down her aroused pussy lips resulted in more groans of pleasure. As I inserted two fingers into her slot, she brought her knees up and spread her legs out wide allowing full access. Her excitement grew as I finger fucked her at an increasing rate. Using my other hand to spread the hair out I exposed her meaty pussy as I furiously finger fucked her. She was ready for a hot prick, but I delayed. This woman was too sexy and beautiful to pass up and I intended to thoroughly enjoy this session.
She was panting and her breasts heaved as I watched her taut nipples pushing up the sheet. As I lowered my mouth to engulf her clit I drove two more fingers in her hot, wet cunt. Her hips rose up as she climaxed. Shifting my mouth down to capture her copious cum flowing out, I removed my fingers, locking my mouth on her convulsing pussy. She came several times and then lowered her hips afterward to relax. I eased off and gently stroked her thighs, reassuring her as she recovered.
Her smooth, white belly called out to be caressed. I ran my hands around her midriff pushing the sheet up. Well past observing the rules at this point, her perky tits capped by dark brown nipples were revealed. Cupping and squeezing her full hard breasts brought life back to her spent body.
Teasing her engorged nipples brought out more moans from my hidden beauty. I lowered my body to her soft flesh in order to feast on an engorged teat. As I sucked her nub, her hands went to the back of my head pulling me tight as I mauled her breasts. One hand moved to stroke my back as I feasted on one and then the other breast.
My arousal was high and I was afraid I might spill my load before I even entered her. Keeping my mouth locked on her breast I moved my prick to her juicy, open cunt. Her hips were moving and adjusting to position the stiff prick she craved. My fat head found her entrance and I slowly entered her wet pussy. She was tight as I stretched her walls. I slowed my pace to let her adjust to my size. Her hand moved from my back to my ass pulling me, coaxing me to fuck her hard. I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy in short strokes, not wanting to hurt her by sinking to the bottom.
Her pussy flooded and her precum juices coated my prick as her walls relaxed and gave way to my steel-hard intruder. Sinking to the bottom of her hungry pussy resulted in her expelling her air as she groaned at the intense pleasure. I fucked her hard and fast, still feasting on her sensitive tits. Wrapping her legs around my waist and squeezing hard, she humped up each stroke, maximizing my depth. My spongy head flattened out as it smashed flat against her back wall causing her to groan in pleasure.
Her climax was intense as her pussy clamped down on my prick. I came on her second contraction, filling her cavern with streams of hot cum. My balls were drained but I still humped her, unwilling to allow the fuck to end. Lowering her hips to the bed, she unwrapped her legs and relaxed completely. I released her nipple, resting my head on her chest. Her deep breathing was soothing as we recovered from our intense coupling.
Mom kissing me must have been from the fact this woman showed no skin. Mom had no way of spotting any problems. That's why she wore the white nightie which revealed very little of her body. Guessing this client's age to be mid-twenties, I was surprised she couldn't find a husband to bear children. She was a passionate and sexy woman. A facial disfigurement would explain a lot or maybe she didn't want a complicated relationship. Mom and Rachel had the same view which I suspected might not be rare.
I reluctantly pulled away, stopping for several minutes to admire her. I leaned down and kissed her nipples thanking her for the best fuck of my life. I covered her and left for my room. After showering and resting for an hour, I dressed and went downstairs where Mom was preparing lunch. Mom didn't wait until evening to question me on my encounter, anxious to hear about any problems.
"No Mom. Everything went fine. Thanks for asking. She seemed young though, unlike the others," I commented while waiting for any expression from her that might give me a clue.
"Yes, she was young. She was definitely pleased with our arrangement and even gave us a hefty bonus. She didn't provide a reason, do you know why?"
Her look was questioning and I could see she wanted more information from me. I decided against telling her that maybe it was because our fuck was intense and I made her come twice before filling her. "No idea Mom. Maybe she liked the fact we were discreet and protective of her privacy."
Her eyes were deep in thought, probably mulling over the fact the woman had been completely covered with clothes showing little of her body. Her expression turned to one of understanding as she echoed, "Yes, you're right. She was a secretive young lady."
Satisfied with our discussion, she changed topics as we finished lunch. She informed me Rachel was coming over later to go with us to see a short film at the theater and then out to eat. I was fully recovered by the time Rachel showed up and I had the age-old problem of shifting my prick to avoid detection. After dinner, my aunt went home and I excused myself to retire to my room. I was exhausted from the full day of activities. As I started up the stairs, Mom said, "Rest up Sam. We have two appointments tomorrow."
I turned to reply, unsure of how to ask her how far apart my sessions would be when she spoke to ease my anxiety. "Don't worry Sam. One is for ten tomorrow morning and the other can't make it until eight at night. Plenty of time for you to recover."
Seeing my look of relief, she smiled and left. I wondered how many women she and Sharon had interviewed. I wasn't going to complain though, enjoying the best summer job ever. Sleep was good that night as I relived the time spent with Snow White. That was the first instance I hadn't thought of Mom while I climaxed. I thought maybe I was getting over my infatuation with my sexy mother.
*****
Those thoughts dissipated the next morning as I stayed hard through breakfast. Mom paraded around cloaked in another new nightie. Black in color, her hemline ended at mid-thigh. It was a heavier material, but I could tell she was braless as her nipples pushed out the top. What was the significance this time? Her tits sticking out was the most obvious sign. She usually gave more of a clue when she fetched me for our client so I'd have to wait.
After breakfast, I retreated to my room to wait for our next client. I left my door open this time as it seemed ridiculous making Mom knock. I was on the edge of my bed, thinking about my time with Snow White. My prick rose up and my fat, circumcised head poked up through my robe opening as if it was gasping for air. A drop of precum oozed out the slit. I firmly grabbed my bulbous head, twisted it like I was opening a doorknob, coating it with my juices. I released it and the cool air felt good as it attempted to dry my wet tip.
Lost in thought, I didn't hear Mom come up the stairs or when she entered my room. Jolted back to reality from Mom's voice, I heard her say, "Sweetie, I have another concern ..."
She stopped suddenly, staring at my hard prick proudly standing straight up out of my robe. The large helmeted head was filled with blood and was still shiny slick with my juices. I stammered, "Sorry Mom. I should have been more careful."
Still staring at my large wet head, she murmured, "It's been a long time. I didn't realize it was so b..." She abruptly stopped realizing she was going to comment on her son's large prick.
Seeing her face turn red and flustered, I frantically searched for a way to help her out. I blurted out the first thing I could think of that started with a 'B' and exclaimed, "Beautiful? You did have something to do with its creation so of course, you'd think it's beautiful." I smiled, trying to ease the tension as I closed my robe to hide my erection.
In her uneasiness, she had folded her arms across her stomach causing her nightie to pull tighter against her body. Her taut, engorged nipples were clearly outlined as they pushed out the material. My eyes were locked onto her pointy teats as she strolled over to me for our ritual hug. Standing up, I hugged her tight. She pressed close to me as if she were trying to make contact with the hard cock she had seen. Her hot breath hit my ear as she whispered, "I'm afraid as I get older I'm getting a lot less sexy. I'd like your opinion on another one of my concerns."
She guided my hands to the backs of her thighs under her nightie. Moving my hands up under her thin fabric to her bare ass cheeks she asked, "Honey, do you think I'm losing my ass? I know when a woman gets older her behind can get flat and I'm worried I'm headed in that direction."
She released her hands as I cupped and gently squeezed her firm globes of flesh. I couldn't believe my luck. I actually had my hands on Mom's firm buns. My fingers spread out going down into the deep crevice between her cheeks, squeezing as I advanced.
Mom's soft breasts filled and pressed into me as she quickly sucked in a deep breath of air. My hard prick which was trapped between our bodies throbbed in agreement with my delight. Knowing her pussy was inches away, I contemplated exploring further, seeking her prize. As quick as the thought entered, Mom pulled my hands away and asked me what I thought.
"Mom, you have no worries. You have a perfect ass, if I may be so blunt," I huskily assured her.
She pulled back, hesitating while digesting my comment. She turned to leave and whispered, "Thanks, Sam. Good luck on today's client."
What was the help she was demonstrating this time? Full tits squashed against me or something related to her firm ass? My mind was still on Mom's fine bottom as I uncovered the lady in her bed. I decided to push the sheet up in one motion today uncovering her legs and pussy at once. She had a thin, petite form and was close to the same age as my aunt. A narrow patch of blonde hair was above her slit. Caressing her thin thighs and skinny waist relaxed her enough to open her legs revealing an already wet slit. Her pelvic area was small and I wondered how a baby would be able to emerge.Full rounded breasts pushed the sheet up maintaining their perfect shape. They didn't match her body type drawing me to conclude this was someone's trophy wife. Natural blonde, artificially endowed boobs and a skinny body type were the perfect attributes for some old businessman to show off to his buddies. Her full tits reminded me of a few minutes ago when Mom pressed her breasts into me. That must have been her hint. Maybe Mom thought I'd be grossed out with augmented breasts.
I was more than happy to help out the old bastard impregnate his young wife. Complimenting her skinny body is exactly what this lady would love to hear. Verbally expressing my love of her perfect body and thin build was enough for her to fully open her legs, revealing her tiny pussy.
Unsure of whether I could fuck this girl without causing her great pain, I decided to lengthen my foreplay. I ran my fingers up and down her slit while caressing her thin thighs and exposed midriff, telling her the entire time how sexy she looked. She started to squirm and her pussy was noticeably wetter as I inserted a finger into her tight canal. I finger fucked her and inserted more fingers as she loosened up. I moved closer to her wide open legs and rubbed my wet head around the mouth of her pussy.
She humped up attempting to lodge my prick in her cunt. I managed to pop the head beyond her lips barely fitting in her tight vice-like sheath. It was hot and tighter than any pussy I've encountered and on the verge of being painful for me. She didn't act like it bothered her, probably used to a tight fuck. I short stroked her pussy, inching forward slowly, stretching her hole to accommodate my fat, stiff cock. Her pussy gushed precum, coating my invading prick which enabled me to advance to the bottom of her slot. Her hands stroked my back pulling me in, encouraging me to fuck her faster.
Her tight, tiny cunt was now a greedy, slick pussy able to take the pounding my hard shaft was giving her. I fucked her hard as she kept coating my cock with her juices. She locked her legs around my back and humped up to meet my thrusts.
I lowered my hands to her ass to get better leverage to pound her pussy when I discovered she had none. She was so skinny, fat tissue hadn't been able to accumulate. Understanding swept over me as I remembered Mom asking me to check out her ass. She was helping her son achieve success.
Before my prick softened from discovering her disappointing backside, I grabbed her hips and pounded in and out of this young trophy wife. I was on the verge of orgasm and it appeared this girl wasn't close. I looked up to see her breasts heaving up and down under the sheet. She had to be proud of her prized tits. I moved my hands up under the sheet and cupped her breasts telling her how perfect they were. Her hips continued to gyrate and bounce up and down as I fucked her. I couldn't tell if she was nearing an orgasm.
I tweaked her taut, hard nipples while mauling her fake tits. The tight texture of her breasts was much like Mom's ass and my mind went back to when I was groping Mom. That's all it took as my prick exploded, sending out streams of gooey sperm. Loud squishing noises filled the room as cum squirted out of her small cavity.
Slowing my pace I continued to stroke to the bottom hoping to push my virile sperm to the back of her small cavern. Starting to soften I stopped stroking and allowed my prick to soak in her flooded pussy. Her body relaxed as she unwrapped her legs and lowered them to the bed.
A feeling of failure and regret swept over me as I suspected she didn't have an orgasm. I blew my load in a fantasy with Mom and didn't pay enough attention to the girl beneath me. After I covered her tiny body, I left and met Mom in the hallway near the stairs. She smiled as she strode by to wrap matters up with our latest client. I didn't bother to shower as we were going to be working in the garden today. I dressed up in my work clothes and made it out back before Mom escorted our guest out. I worked on a garden bed hidden from the back windows to remain undetected.
Mom showed up later and we worked together for several hours. She informed me the client was satisfied this morning and liked my style. That surprised me as I thought I had failed the poor girl. Maybe she had an orgasm and I didn't detect it or maybe she was physically incapable of achieving one.
Seeing my concerned look Mom asked whether there were any irregularities she should know about. I told her my theory that she was someone's trophy wife. She gave me a questioning look prompting me to explain that she fit the profile being a twenty some year old petite blonde with augmented breasts.
Having a look of concern, she asked, "How do you know she was blonde? Did you look at her face?"
Unsure of how to explain this to Mom, I gave her a 'duh' stare and bleated, "Damn, Mom. You do know that hair grows in other places besides the head, don't you?" It was fun to watch as Mom processed the information and turned red when she visualized her son ogling a woman's pussy.
Changing the subject for her, I said, "There is one thing that could have been a problem, but you took care of it beforehand."
"What was that, Sam?" She was more than eager to change the conversation.
"Her ass Mom. She had none. Thanks for taking notice and assisting me."
Blushing again, she quietly quavered, "Thank you, Dear. I do try to notice potential problems during my interviews. I know I may not act motherly at times, but I'm trying my best to help you succeed."
Mom was getting uncomfortable with our conversation and changed the topic to our schedule. She told me to shower as we were going out for dinner before our evening client. We cleaned up, dressed and enjoyed each other's company at an upscale restaurant. I was fully recovered and hard through the meal from staring at my sexy mother.
After we arrived home, I went to my room, stripped and put on my robe. Leaving the door open again I pondered whether to give Mom another display of my hard prick. I recounted the signals she was sending out and wondered what outfit and hint she'd give tonight. Too much longer at this job and she'd end up with a large collection of lingerie.
Did she use the nightwear strictly for helping me with the women or was she flirting with me? Deep down I hoped it was more than helpful hints. Should I confide in her and expose my feelings? She might have no desire for me, just motherly love. If she had the same lust she would have acted on it when she came in my room with my prick sticking out of my robe. I still loved her and could deal with a non-physical relationship but her sexy body would still provide me with fantasies. Deep in thought, I missed the arrival of our client as I heard Mom come up the steps.
"Sam, are you ready?" Mom asked, remaining outside my room in an attempt to avoid another embarrassing situation.
"Yes, Mom. Ready as I can be," I answered as I rose from my bed. Mom entered and hugged me. She wore her blue nightie, the first one I saw her in. This threw me for a loop. Did she run out of styles and had to repeat? Did she know it was my favorite? She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Unfortunately, it appeared there would be no leg or ass groping. I wrapped my arms around her holding her while I stroked her back.
She pulled back, placing her hands on the side of my head to lock my eyes with hers. She pulled me tight to her sensuous mouth, We looked into each other's souls as we kissed. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along my lips. I opened mine and lightly touched her tongue with mine. Her eyes screamed lust, far beyond the motherly love kind. Our breathing was rapid as we kissed like no mother and son should. Regrettably, she pulled back as she cooed, "Good luck. Enjoy yourself."
My eyes locked onto the backs of her beautiful legs as she walked out the door. She kissed me before the session with Snow White. My prick jumped up reminiscing the time we spent together. Would this client be similar? Catching myself wasting precious time daydreaming, I came back to reality and went down to Mom's room to meet the next client.
Stiff nipples pushing up the silky fabric was promising. Maybe this lady wouldn't be as uncomfortable as the others. I moved the sheet up to her knees and began caressing her lower legs. I was guessing this woman was in her mid-thirties and had kept in good shape. No signs of uneasiness as I stroked her hot legs. I moved my hands up under the sheet feeling her knees and upper legs. They were firm and smooth and my hands gently caressed her firm skin. I pushed the sheet up to right below her pussy to admire her legs.
They were as beautiful to look at as they were to touch. They were familiar and I quickly realized Mom was the woman under the sheet. My prick expanded to maximum hardness realizing this was the woman I had lusted for so much. Was she testing me to make sure my technique was adequate for her clients? Did she wear her blue nightie so I'd have a hint it was her? We never discussed her system of nightwear. Maybe she self-consciously wore it without realizing the significance. I wondered if she'd let me proceed part way before stopping me. Either way didn't bother me as I was going to enjoy as much of her succulent body as I could.
I started up my verbal seduction, complimenting her perfect legs and shapely, sexy body. As I stroked her meaty thighs, I wrapped my hands around them achieving more skin contact. I lowered my mouth down to kiss her nearest thigh as I stroked the other one. I could smell her familiar scent and then a gush of pussy musk hit me. It was intoxicating and my lust was raised to levels I hadn't felt before.
Releasing my mouth from her succulent thighs, I shifted up to admire the sight of my mom's bare flesh exposed below her covered pussy. Moving my hands to the outside of her thighs, I gripped the sheet in both hands. My heart was racing as I anticipated the first time I was going to look at Mom's pussy. Hearing a sharp intake of air I looked up to see Mom's pointy breasts pushing the sheet up and down as she knew her son was ready to unveil her motherly treasure. My hands slithered up the outside of her body pushing the thin fabric up.
Reaching the middle of her flat stomach, blood flowed to my already hard prick as my mother's hairy pussy was exposed. Mom's breath was raspy and quick as she realized her son was staring at her pussy for the first time. She had trimmed the sides but it was still a full and bushy mound. Her fat, blood-filled pussy lips could be seen in the middle of her forest of brunette fur. I ran my fingers up and down both sides of her pussy, mashing her lips together, then spreading them out, displaying a wet canal. She was moaning under the sheet as I played with her pussy, the same place I had emerged from.
If she was testing me, this would be the time to stop the process. I decided to show her how I treat special clients. Spreading her pussy apart, I lowered my mouth to her steaming snatch. As soon as I licked up and down her sensitive pussy lips, she let out a loud groan. My rough tongue explored higher until it found her clit. Another moan emanated from under the sheet as I mauled her sensitive nub. Her hands were clenched tight but remained at her sides while I feasted on her horny pussy. She had an amazing amount of resilience to restrain herself while I pleasured her. Intensifying my attack, my tongue darted into her hot canal.
No longer able to contain herself, her hands flew to the back of my head, not to push me away but to pull me in harder. Exploring her sensitive cunt walls with my hard tongue, she moaned loudly as she was getting the attention she had long desired from her son.
Raising her knees to capture my head between her thighs, she squeezed tight as she pulled my mouth to her starved pussy. Her body stiffened each time my tongue scraped along her sensitive walls. My face was soaked from her leaking precum as she enjoyed the face fuck from her son. Bringing her close to orgasm several times, I'd ease up to let her recover. After ten minutes of teasing her, I decided to bring her to climax.
Moving my mouth to the top of her pussy, I moved the hood of her sensitive nub to the side and captured her engorged clit. As I squeezed and rolled her most sensitive piece of flesh, I shoved three fingers deep into her hole. Her hips humped up as her body tensed and shook from her long-awaited cataclysmic release. After a long guttural moan, juices erupted from her hole as she climaxed. I sucked her sweet nectar from her convulsing cunt as her sexual desires were fulfilled. She humped several more times into my sucking mouth as I maintained close contact.
Exhausted from her first incestuous climax, her arms and legs fell to the bed as she released my head. I pulled back to once again look at the prize I'd lusted after. Moving her hands up, she pulled a pillow over on top her sheet-covered face. She must have been afraid I'd know it was her, anticipating a screaming episode when I finally entered her.
Didn't she know I recognized her? She kept her face hidden, pretending to be a client. Maybe it was how she wanted the seduction to proceed or she thought I'd finish and leave without realizing it was her. Not wanting to spoil her seduction agenda, I didn't reveal to her I knew she was my mother.
I caressed her thighs while she recovered from her orgasm. Moving near her body, my hard prick bumped against her leg leaving a trail of precum slime. The touch of my shaft on her smooth thigh resulted in long groan muffled by the pillow. I massaged her mound, running my fingers through her soft forest of fur.
"Your pussy is perfect. It's such a turn-on for me because it's exactly what I've fantasized my Mom's pussy looks like. I love my mother and have wanted to stroke her pussy more than anything."
She still didn't talk but continued to moan and move her hips around as I played with her hairy mound. Moving lower, I stroked and caressed her succulent flesh. "And your thighs are so firm and smooth. They remind me of my mom's legs. She let me touch them once. It was really exciting, getting to fondle the legs of the woman I love."
I wrapped my hands around her thighs pulling them up as I massaged them. I spread her out wide, opening her juicy, hungry cunt. Her breasts heaved up and down under the sheet as her breathing rate increased. She was getting excited upon hearing her son's soothing talk. Her hands were gripping the sheets as her muscles tensed up in anticipation of things to come. Moving up her body, I placed my balls on her slimy slit and nestled my hard shaft on top of her soft mound. I moved the sheet up to below her breasts revealing her smooth midriff and rib cage. Caressing her hot skin, I squeezed chunks of flesh, marveling in her sexy body.
"Normally, I'm not allowed to expose your breasts, but you have me excited more than I've ever been. I'm fantasizing you're my mom and I've wanted to see her breasts for a long time," I hoarsely croaked as I moved the sheet up to her neck exposing her glorious globes. They were bigger than I had imagined and were topped with hard, pink nipples. They were fully erect and were popped up on top of her smooth breasts.
I cupped her succulent mounds, kneading and massaging them. Her breathing increased as I mauled her firm breasts. A gasp of air was released when I captured her nipples with my fingers and lightly twisted them. She humped her hips up in an attempt to capture my cock. She craved my prick. She wasn't playing any games now, she wanted to fuck her son. I was delirious with excitement. I looked down to see my prick within an inch of its target. I used one hand to guide my fat head to her pussy. I moved it around the mouth of her slot, smearing her slick fluids on my blood engorged knob.
Knowing I was going to remember this moment forever, I didn't immediately enter her, swirling my bloated head around the mouth of her gaping gash. Both of us were breathing rapid and shallow as I was preparing to return to the place I emerged from two decades earlier. I pushed in until the flared bottom of my head went past her outer lips nestled in a hot, wet oven of flesh. Her pussy contracted with a mini-orgasm as she screamed into the pillow, coating my head with slick cum.
I pulled out to see my coated, beet-red prick, anxious to get back into her warm interior. I pushed further in the next time slowly parting the folds of her long unused cunt. Repeating the shallow fucking, I stretched her pussy as she continued to bathe my cock with oily cum from her mini-orgasms.
Her pelvis humped up and down trying to swallow more of her son's hard prick. While my cock slid deeper into her hot sheath, I continued to tease her nipples. Her pussy walls were tight as I slowly inched my rock hard prick into her velvety sheath. Her juices copiously flowed, covering my shaft, enabling it to enter more easily as she adjusted to my girth. My eyes were locked on my prick sliding into my mother's pussy for the first time.
Hitting bottom, our pubic hairs meshed together as she moaned louder. I kept it fully embedded as I whispered, "This is how I envisioned it would look if I was ever fortunate enough to fuck my mother. It feels so good. This pussy was made for my cock. My mom gave birth to me and gave me a prick that would fill her pussy completely."
She was beyond groaning now, more like gurgling. Her hips and thighs moved around, signaling her desire for a good fuck from her son. I pulled back and slammed in hard, then again. Mesmerized by my hammering cock going in and out, elevated my excitement level. Our sex juices flowed and our pubic hair was a sticky mess as I continued my assault. My prick was coated in a white, frothy mixture of our combined precum enabling it to slide effortlessly to the bottom of my mother's cunt.
Hypnotized by the erotic sight of my slick shaft stroking in and out of Mom's hot pussy, I fucked the love of my life harder than I had ever fucked anyone before. Our pubic hair was perfectly matched in color and mashed together on my forceful down strokes.
We were nearing our first mother-son climax. Mom's face remained hidden under the sheet as she clung onto her secretive act of incest, her way of dealing with our sinful copulation. I lowered down and merged our sweaty bodies together. Her hands wrapped around my back hugging me tightly. Unlike our previous hugs, there was no silk nightie between us. It was our hot, naked flesh melded together and my excitement was at an all-time high knowing this was my mother. My hands traveled up her back to her shoulders.
Pulling me tight to her hot body, she wrapped her legs around me in an attempt to get at much of her son's cock as she could. Her pussy was shivering with micro-orgasms as we fucked like rutting animals. Her hard nipples drilled into my chest as her tits were flattened between us. The only sounds louder than our gasping was the sloshing sounds of our incestuous coupling.
Using her shoulders to pull her into me, I plunged my steel rod into her hungry pussy, smashing my spongy head against the back wall causing my mother to gasp and groan on each stroke. I slowed my pace and allowed our excitement levels to decrease. With her hands on my back, I took the opportunity to remove the pillow from her head. She was enjoying our joining so much, she didn't even notice that only the sheet separated us now.
Moving my hands down her back, I gripped her ass cheeks using them to increase the penetration depth of my hard drill. I fucked her hard as I leaned close to her sheet covered head to further compliment her. "You have a beautiful ass. It reminds me of my mother's. She let me hold it and I have never been so hard. I dream of fucking my mother every day. I love her but have been afraid to tell her."
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