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158. A Mother's Worry 2 (47k)

Page 21 - A Mother's Worry - Incest/Taboo

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Pink's Playground had a downstairs pornography shop full of DVDs, sex toys, and everything you could buy on the internet, but without the overnight delivery. How many boyfriends had brought their girlfriends down here after a night of titty watching? What nasty things did those girls buy afterward? What was Mom going to buy?

"Mom," I said, keeping my voice low as I looked at the big-titted MILF behind the checkout counter. "What do you need to buy from here?"

"There's something that I've always wanted to do, but it takes at least two cocks to do it," Mom said, walking to the far end of the shop where a wall made of dildos stood. Mom looked sideways at me and gave me a silly smile. "And your father's princess would never be allowed to own a dildo."

I laughed, but then a thought hit me, and I said, "Does Dad make you do things?"

"Yes, he does," Mom said. "Your father makes me stand on a pedestal when all I want to do is lick his asshole."

I tripped, the ground seeming to have grown an extra foot in height, and I almost fell on my face.

Mom laughed as her eyes scanned the wall. She took small steps, stopping to touch a box here, read a description there, or give a particularly big dick a visual once over.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"That night you cried," I said, "why'd you cry? This seems so natural to you."

Mom exhaled, her lips forming into a reflective smile. "I cried because I'm a mother."

I waited for more, but that's all she said. I reflected on those words until I understood what they had meant. I grabbed my mother's left hand with my right, and I squeezed her palm with a son's love. Mom turned her head, smiled at me, and squeezed my hand as well. Then she went back to the wall, her eyes all business once again.

Though Mom considered all of her options, her focus continually returned to the suction-cupped dildos. She went back to them, stopped, and looked over the phallic variations. Her eyes drifted to me, then back to the cocks, and then back to me, and then back to the cocks.

"How big do you think you are?" Mom asked.

I knew how big I was, and when I told her, Mom said, "Liar."

"I'm serious," I said.

Mom looked at me again, biting her lower lip and swinging her shoulders. "Since I'm your mother, I had to show no fear, but your dick did scare me a little."

Heat filled my cheeks, and a solid bar of warmth flowed into my shaft.

"We need a cock almost as big as yours," Mom said, "that we can stick to surface tops. I want to be able to suck something while getting fucked, and I want to be able to fuck something while I'm sucking you." She squeezed my hand again as her eyes had focused on a long, thick, and curved cock that looked about an inch shorter than mine. "I just want an extra prick to play with."

The image of Mom riding my father's cock while he slept came back to me, and I said, "Do you think Dad would wake up if you blew him while I fucked you?"

Mom's smile turned into a pucker, and her eyes widened, her brows rising, and she turned to look at me with an ooh, that sounds interesting expression on her face.

"We're still buying a dildo," Mom said before lowering her voice and adding, "but we're going to have to find out about your father, you dirty fucking bastard."

My cock spat up a wad of creamy precum as my mother gave me a sexually charged glare. She grabbed the suction cup dildo that she had been eyeing and walked us toward the checkout counter, pulling me by the hand.

The big-titted MILF rang us up, saying, "Aren't you the lucky one," to me. "Where'd you find this cutie, cougar?"

"I found him trying to get into my pants," Mom said, and the two shared a laugh as if they were old friends.

"Aren't they all?" Big Tits asked.

Mom looked at me and asked, "Did the drive-through really turn you on?"

"Yeah," I said, still remembering the shock in the attendant's eyes.

Mom turned back to Big Tits. "I read about this place on the forum FillMeUp, and I'd like to play with my new toy on-site, in the Buyer's Showroom." Mom made a silly face. "That's a real thing, right?"

"You're a kinky one," Big Tits said. "It's real. Follow me."

"Mah," I said, then changed what I was about to say to "Deborah," which was my mother's real name.

"Mark," Mom said, pulling me along as she followed Big Tits down a hallway. "Keep calling me, 'Mom.' The watchers will get a kick out of it."

"The watchers?"

"Some watchers," Big Tits said. "It's a bit early, but you'll get a few granddads to drop a few loads this afternoon."

Mom laughed, yet her cheeks swirled with red, matching the heat that bloomed across mine. Could I do what I think we were going to do?

"My boy here is going to watch his Momma," Mom said. "The website said you'd provide me with a mask."

"I'll take care of you." Big Tits stopped in front of a door, turning and winking at Mom. "Don't you worry, Momma."

We walked down a dark hallway with red baseboard lighting. Bit Tits opened one of the doors within the wall for me, saying, "Have fun, young man," as she gestured for me to step inside the room. "There's an intercom in there if you want to order a stripper." I looked at Mom, who motioned with an all-to motherly, get your butt moving, mister, sideways head-tilt. I gave my mother one last look before stepping inside a large room that smelled of sweat, pussy, sex, and cum.

Within the room, six black cushioned chairs fanned outward in a half-circle in front of a glass wall set within a frame of white fluorescent tubing. Three older men sat in the chairs, the two in chairs five and six had a naked stripper on their lap, each with a shaved pussy and palm-sized tits. The blonde and brunette strippers look about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they had the hard, bendable bodies of life-long ballerinas. The last man sat in chair number one with his pants undone and his cock out, stroking it with a lazy motion, and I looked away the moment I realized what he was doing.

I had stopped walking right inside the doorway, its lock driving home with a thunderbolt-like click that rattled my spine. Behind the glass wall to my right, a single stripper danced in a bright room whose lighting didn't shine into our room. She had a thicker body than the two girls in my room, with bigger tits and a small, black landing strip splitting her olive-toned muff. Behind her, the room had a single stripper's pole that she wasn't using as she stood sideways to us, her body curving like a snake's as she danced up and down.

No one said a word to me. The men didn't look at me. The strippers did, and I could see in their faces that they'd rather dance for me than the other two guys-- who had their fucking dicks out! I hurried to chair number three, my cock softening, and I sat and tried to hide my head behind the short wings of the recliner. Even with that precaution, I could still see chair number six and the blonde stripper dancing for her customer under the soft glow of electric sex.

A seamless white door opened in the back wall of the room behind the glass. Big Tits stuck her head in, saying, "We got a showgirl who wants the stage." The words came through a speaker in the walls. The men around me perked up; the man in chair number one gave his old cock several harder strokes to straighten out his pecker. I didn't look, but it was impossible not to notice his motions from the peripherals of my vision, sitting at the center of the crescent as I was.

The thick stripper left the room, and after a moment, Mom walked into the room. She was wearing nothing but a leather black bunny mask that left her lips, jaw, and the back of her head bare but covered her face from her nose to her hairline. My cock pushed hard against my jeans, forgetting all about the bums on either side of me.

Mom's body shined beneath the room's lights as though she had lathered her golden skin in a thin layer of oil. Her tan stood out darkly against her sunlight hair. I heard a pair of groans to my left and the smacking of a hand jerking a cock to my right. Mom's pubes lay matted to her mound. Definitely oiled, I thought as Mom turned her head from left to right, casting her eyes over our room.

"Can she see us?" I asked the strippers to my left, leaning forward so that I could look at them.

"No," the guy to my right said. "The view is one way, and that's one hot slut. Look at that fucking body."

"I wasn't asking you," I said.

He flinched, but his words and their meaning--the effect my mother had had on him and the two guys to my left, even the strippers--warmed my skin and sent a buzz of pride radiating outward from my chest that swelled my entire being. "That hot slut came here with me." A chill ran through me. "That hot slut is mine."

My mind blanked for a moment, and all I could hear was the echo of my statement, the words bringing an ache to my balls. That hot slut is mine. That hot slut was my mother, and she was mine. Why had I said that aloud? Why wasn't I punching the guy who called my mother a hot slut in the face? I groaned as I put my right hand on my cock, thinking, He wants what I have.

"Lucky you," the man to my right said, stroking himself harder as he focused on my mother and the way she stood, with her legs slightly parted and the crease of her muff pressed together, glistening with oil.

Mom is insane, I thought, my inner voice distant with a tremor of laughter running beneath it. Note to self: If your wife wants to get freaky in the bedroom, let her! Mom lifted her flesh-colored dildo to her mouth and turned sideways to us. Her little ass curved outward, not as much as Jenna's, but it wasn't flat, either. Mom had a tight tennis Mom's butt, and for a moment, I wished that she had kept her skirt on until she brought her dildo to her mouth and pushed the mushroom tip between her lips, which forced every thought I was about to have from my mind.

My mother didn't scarf the dick down like a slut; she dined on that fake cock like a queen. Her lips widened but stayed glued to the silicone as it disappeared into her mouth. She pushed it inward, and she pulled it outward, her new cock coming out wet and shiny, then going back in further than before, then coming out, then in--more of the cock disappearing, reaching the halfway point beyond her lips. Her cheeks puffed out, and she blew out a wad of air and spit, gagged, pulled out, and pushed back in, her tits shaking and her ass cheeks jiggling.

"Fuck me, this slut is beautiful," the man to my right said.

I didn't look at him, but inside... inside, my heart swelled with pride. Where was my anger? (I had some anger, but it wasn't pure anger.) Where was my need to punch this guy right in his throat? (I wanted to fuck my mom while he watched--I wanted him to wish he was me.) His voice held longing and desire and a distant tremor that sounded like regret that he'd never get to touch my mother, or any woman like her, in his life.

You like being envied, dickhead, my cock whispered to me. Your mom is yours. Take pride in her. Stroke your ego, then stroke me.

My dick was one-hundred-percent correct.

I rubbed myself through my jeans as Mom tilted her head back, gagged again, sputtered, spit, and pulled the cock from her mouth. After gasping, she looked at the mirror, her eyes seeming to find me, and she took the cock down again. Her throat must have opened because she didn't gag as it slid into her mouth past the halfway point, her lips stretching as far as they could, like when she tried to take my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck me," someone to my left whispered.

Mom's breasts heaved, and she shook her head and wiggled her dildo, trying to force more down her throat. After a long minute, or two, she pulled it out and gagged again, coughing up thick wads of spit that dripped down her chin and onto her perfect, smallish tits.

"She's a cocksucker," the Right Guy said. "A tasty treat born to eat meat."

I looked at him. I wasn't mad, but I was ready to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he wasn't talking to me, not by the way he stared straight ahead as he stroked himself. His eyes were huge, and his voice was full of resonating awe. I left him alone and turned my eyes back to my mother and the gritty, pornographically surreal reality that surrounded us.

Mom dropped to her knees and stuck the cock against the glass just a little below her mouth. Again, I swore that she looked right at me as if she knew where I was sitting. I had my hand on my pants, over my rock-hard cock, and my solid bar of dick-steel wanted to tear through my jeans for a breath of fresh air. My left hand went straight to my belt, but I curled my fingers into a fist, holding myself still. Mom, though, was anything but still.

Her store-bought cock had realistic balls, and she cupped them the way she cupped mine, her fingers dancing over its sack and making my own nut-bag tingle. As she wrapped her lips over her dildo's knob, she jerked off the shaft, gathering her spit, then dropping her hand down to her bald pussy lips where her meaty cunny folds were soft and tender, hanging between her thighs in two fat, mouthwatering crescents. She was kneeling with her knees spread, and the dark creased between her pouty lips dripped with her juices and spit, and every time her fingers found her clit, her entire body shuddered with small, pleasure-filled quakes.

"Ride me harder, Candy," a guy to the left said.

"Sure thing, Gramps," she said.

I turned my eyes to the left, expecting to see fucking, but the girls were only rubbing their naked asses against both men's laps, trapping their cocks between their cheeks and the john's stomachs. Everyone was watching my mother, and the strippers didn't seem to notice how these old fucks cupped their little titties and pulled on their nipples. The only sign that the girls felt anything was the slight tightening of their faces and their soft gasps as the old guys tweaked their nipples hard.

Mom drew my attention again; her sloppy moans and wet fuck sounds were coming through the room's speakers with new, cock-buzzing nastiness. She had squeezed her tits together, and now she was holding the silicone dick between them, fucking the cock as she dribbled saliva onto her chest. Her skin glistened with oil and spit as the light reflected off the semi-white liquid making a mess on her body. After several minutes of itty-bitty-titty fucking, Mom stood and readjusted the cock against the glass, then she turned around and bent over at the waist, backing her pussy up toward the cock and its long banana curve.

I groaned and stood, walking toward the glass wall. I stopped close enough to look down at my mother's ass, now in a heart shape, as she bent over at the waist. Her cheeks curved outward and around, then down into her thighs, her crack was visible, and so was everything between, including her little, tan-colored pucker. My eyes dropped lower, where her pussy-swells puffed out against her thighs. Her outer folds were in a narrow oval shape, protecting the straight line of her inner crease. My left hand opened, my fingers grabbing onto my belt, the buckle snapping open as I tore at my clothes.

"Hey, wait, hey!" one of the strippers said, and then she was a step to my left, her john pushing her against the glass wall as he rubbed his cock across her buns. "Wait, damn it! Wait."

Mom's pussy touched the tip of the missile-shaped knob, so much like mine, but smaller in every way, except for its curve. The dildo pushed Mom's soft lips inward, her pussy collapsing and then widening to the sides, her slit turning into a pink circle as she eased her twat-hole over the oil-slick dildo stuck to the wall.

"Oh, yeah," Mom moaned as the dick stretched her slot open.

"No," the stripper next to me whined, followed by a low and angry, "uh," as a cock broke its way into her prepaid muff. "You have to--uh--pay me--uh--first!"

"Yeah," Gramps said, sighing and slapping the stripper's small ass, his enthusiasm met with curses and whimpers.

My right hand joined my left, reaching into my pants and fishing out my iron-hard pole as my left hand pushed the waistline of my boxer briefs down below my nuts. I placed my left hand on the glass, spread my legs, and stroked my cock as my mother fed her muff to her brand new dildo.

"Uh, fuck, uh," Mom moaned as she took the cock halfway up her snatch, keeping her legs tightly together, her juice-box swelling and making her blonde clam as snug as possible. "Mmm, yeah, mmm, Mark, baby, fuck."

"My name's Jim," the cock-stroker to the right of me said, standing a few feet from me. "C'mon, say my name. It's Jim. Say Jim for me."

My heart surged with new energy. Did I want to punch this guy? Did I want to fuck Mom in front of him? Was this a strange dream that I'd later jerk off to, then wish I'd never had, then jerk off to it again?

"Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, oh!" the stripper next to me whimpered as her hands slid up and down the wall as the old guy fucked her young pussy hard.

Somewhere behind us, the other stripper groaned as one of her holes found itself stuffed with thick man-meat.

I stroked my dick faster, forgetting about the voyeurs and exhibitionists next to me. I stared down at my mother's ass, her tight pucker, and her vertical smile as it gobbled down a healthy dose of fuck-stick. My balls swelled as I stroked my cock, flinging precum onto the glass, encouraged by Mom's pleasure-filled cries as she fucked her pussy all the way back to the glass wall. The backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks flattened, spreading out, and when she pulled her pussy off the dildo, I saw that her sweet nectar had stained the glass.

This continued for several minutes until Mom reached back with her left hand and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it to the side. Her asshole and pussy lips stretched, and her right hand dipped between her legs from the front. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed the little nub in wide circles. Mom's whimpers picked up, and her pussy turned creamy around the cock buried within her slippery muff.

My balls tingled.

The guy still sitting in the chair moaned, shouting, "Fuck, I'm coming!" as the guy next to me shot his load against the glass wall. I kept stroking my dick, watching Mom, and holding back my rising cum. The guy force-fucking the other stripper jizzed, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard as he drove his dick into her muff with a skin-slapping thrust. He let her go, and she sank to her knees, breathing hard as the old man's sperm leaked out of her.

Mom's whimpers reached a new pitch, and she came hard, pressing her pussy down the cock and grinding her butt against the glass. A tremor shook my entire body. My thighs swelled, flexing and tensing, and I rose onto my toes, aiming my cock at Mom's back as I splattered the wall with my jizz. Mom continued whimpering, her knees bending and straightening, her hands on her thighs, her pussy twisting the cock as she ground her insides against the silicone.

She eventually slid off the dildo, its long body covered in my mother's cum as it wobbled side to side after her dismount. Mom fell onto her hands and knees, her pussy staring at me, its pinkness revealed and glistening with her juices. She breathed hard for a while before looking over her shoulder at me and said, "We got to go, Son, lunch is waiting."

(I still don't know how my mother's eyes kept finding me through the one-way glass.)

"Oh, fuck," the man to the right said. "She really is your slut."

I stepped back, wearing a smile that was all ego as I put my dick away. Gramps grabbed his stripper's blonde hair and pushed her face toward my cum. She frowned, scrunching her face as he rubbed her cheek into my seed, followed by her mouth and lips as he said, "Lick it up, Angie. I'm paying you for this."

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I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn't have to jerk off.

Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, "I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn't stop myself, baby. I couldn't stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?"

By the time we returned home, I was ready to fuck again.

19

A Wild Family Night

Once home, I said, "Mom, take off everything but your skirt and tennis shoes."

"I have to work," Mom pouted, but a burning light ignited in her eyes, and a drawn-out, sensual mask took over her features--defiant yet daring. "And our lunch is cold."

"Take them off."

"Make me, you little bastard," Mom whispered with a tremor in her voice.

A chill ran through me the moment I heard the word bastard, and my poor, overworked cock started to rise like the champion that it was.

I dropped our to-go bag on the floor and walked toward my mother. Her lower lip trembled, then she turned and ran, dropping her black-bagged dildo on the floor. I caught her at the stairs, pushing her front side against the banister as I reached under her skirt. She fought me, but with little resistance, a slight push, a movement of her hips, but never trying to overpower me. She let me break down her struggle with bully-like persistence.

I held my mother around her waist with my left arm, my hand sliding under her shirt, then rising upward. I exposed her smooth stomach as I took her smallish, right tit in my palm and squeezed her flesh hard.

"Uh," Mom grunted, sounding angry, though she pushed her ass against my dick, grinding her butt in a circle against me.

That's one hot slut, I heard that scumbag's voice from the strip club running through my skull.

That hot slut is mine, is how I had answered him, and just like when I had first said it, my heartbeat sped up as my blood warmed and heat rippled to the surface of my skin. I slid my right hand under Mom's short, slutty tennis skirt, up the back of her right thigh to her naked ass cheek. I squeezed her firm crescent while lowering my mouth to her ear and breathing hard. Mom panted, breathing just as hard as I was. I moved my fingers to the side, digging her G-string out of her ass crack and tickling her asshole at the same time.

"Ooh," Mom whimpered, shuddering.

I closed my fingers around her floss-like G-string and the waistband at the top of her butt. Mom's body moved snake-like against me as I said, "Some pervert who watched you fuck yourself called you a hot slut." Mom shivered as my words caressed her ear. "I said you were my hot slut."

"Mark," Mom whined.

"Are you my hot slut, Mom, or do I have to make you my hot slut?"

"Make me your slut," Mom gasped, her voice shaking with excitement. "Show your mother you own this pussy!"

I growled in Mom's ear, taking her lobe between my teeth as I yanked hard on the triangular of string holding her panties together above her butt.

"Uh!" Mom grunted as the front of her panties tightened against her.

Resistance met my savage pull, lifting Mom's hips upward until she stood on her toes, and then it was gone as her panties snapped in several places. "Yes!" Mom gasped as her G-string fell between her legs, and her waistband ripped in two, retreating to the front of her crotch. I tossed what was left of her panties behind me. I went for my pants and wrestled my cock from its cage as Mom's slutty micro-string fell onto the steps below us.

My cock sprang free, still a little wet from Mom's cummy juices that had melted from the heat beneath my jeans. I had never fucked my mother from behind before, and my heart swelled, thinking that the first time I was going to bend my mother over was when she had asked me to make her my slut.

Mom's pussy lips kissed my knob, and her hot wetness filled my spongy tip with heat. Her soft folds pushed inward, the snug line of her slit spreading over my glans, and then her inner tightness fought me, engulfed me, and finally took my prick into her cream-filled tunnel.

"Oh, yeah," I groaned as her pussy walls clenched my shaft, sucking on my pole and creating a slippery, velvet-like friction that tingled my glans. "That's my pussy, Mom. Mine."

"Uh-huh," Mom moaned in a shaky voice. She raised her right leg to a higher step, opening her cunny to me, her lips spreading and leaving trails of honey around my swollen sausage. "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me!"

I buried my bone as deep as I could in Mom's sopping wet furrow, spreading pussy meat and opening her body to her very soul. My knob hit the back of her, ground against something soft and wet and all too comfy. I pulled out, her lips chasing my shaft until I rammed my cock back into her cunt, driving the breath from her lungs.

Groans and grunts followed. "Uh, ah, uh, oh, uh, mmm, umm, ah, ah-fuck-shit-oh--oh, god!" We gasped in harmony with the naughty, wet squishy sounds my cock made as it churned her incestuous pussy cream into butter. Mom struggled again, her hands pulling at the rail, and after pulling out too far because I wanted to hammer her cunny hard, Mom escaped my cock and fell to the stairs. She crawled upward as I slipped back and down a step, catching myself as my eyes fell on the black bag hiding her dildo. I ran down the stairs with my cock bobbing, grabbed the bag, and turned back to Mom, who was still crawling up the stairs.

"Fuck," I growled as I chased her, shucking my clothes and getting naked, taking her dildo out and holding its floppy silicone body in my hand.

Mom looked over her right shoulder, her eyes widening as she saw me, her naked son, marching toward her with a raging cock between his legs and another one in his hand. Mom doubled her efforts, her tennis skirts flopping up and down, giving me a peep show of her ass cheeks and asshole, the pink line of her clam dripping with juice. I reached her as her upper body hit the second-floor landing, but her knees were still two steps below the second floor.

Catching my mother, I wrapped my right arm around her waist and held her still, the dildo against her skin. Lining my cock up to her muff with my left hand, I pushed into her hole, her twat tunnel gripping me hard as I forced her pussy muscles to stretch and her channel to expand.

"God damn," Mom grunted. Her voice sounded low and stressed as I filled her core with cock. "So fucking deep, baby."

I pumped her pretty pussy several times, feeding her my sausage as her little oven-baked my flesh. Mom fucked me back, tried to run, then fucked me back again as I grabbed her long hair with my left hand, turning it into a flaxen ponytail. I used it to hold her in place by pulling her head up and back. I swung my right hand from around her waist and ran the head of the dildo between her cheeks. The knob touched my cock as I drenched the silicone in her cummy honey.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mom uttered, turning her head and fighting my hold on her hair. I brought the dildo around, going for my mother's mouth, the crown touching her ear, then her cheek, sliding toward the corner of her lips, and she smacked it from my hand.

"Fuck," I growled, going after the dildo as it fell onto the landing.

Mom crawled away, stood, and fell against the wall. She walked on shaky legs and bent knees, passing her office on her way to her bedroom. I picked up the dildo and followed her, my feet thumping on the carpet. Once in her room, she stumbled to her bed and crawled across her mattress, stopping at the headboard. She turned around, her eyes looking at the door, but I had walked to the side of her bed. When she turned her head to look at me, I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward my cock.

"Umm," Mom gulped, the sound wet and full around my prick.

Even as my mother sucked me off, her right hand dug at her nightstand drawer. I pulled it open for her, and she grabbed a box of wet wipes that lay inside. She grabbed a wipe and thrust it at her new toy. I looked down, seeing carpet fibers on the cock. Putting her plan together, I grabbed the wipe and rubbed it over her dildo, cleaning it before slipping my cock from her mouth and replacing it with her new, cock-shaped lollipop.

I moved onto the bed and between Mom's legs, forcing them open while she sucked on the dildo I held in her mouth. She grabbed it and kept sucking while I pushed her tennis skirt up and flopped my hard cock onto her pubic hair, then down between her legs. After a couple of back and forth slides, I found Mom's pussyhole and pushed inward. Her insides parted with a tight, squeezing friction that released several ropes of precum from my balls.

"I like it when you don't wear panties, Mom," I whispered, dropping down on her body and pressing my mouth to her left ear. She kept sucking the cock over my left shoulder, holding her right elbow out while she slid her left hand around my side and settled it on my back. "I don't think I'm going to let you wear panties anymore."

"Umm, umm, mmm, umm," Mom moaned, her words garbled around the dick in her mouth.

I slid my hands down to Mom's naked ass, grabbed ahold of her soft cheeks, squeezed them hard, and started fucking her incest-loving pussy without mercy. I moved my hands down her cheeks as she lifted her knees, her feet touching the sides of my thighs. My fingers brushed her outer pussy lips from the sides and then touched her inner fold. Her hole was wide open around my cock and stretched to its limits around my thickness.

Voices from those fuckers who had watched my mother play with herself came back to me. I grunted, "Tell me, Mom," after a hard series of pussy pummels that had forced the dildo out of her mouth. "Tell me you're my slut."

"Oh, fuck," Mom gasped, the dildo falling from her hands, its silicone body thumping on the floor. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm your slut." Mom wrapped her other right arm around me. "Baby, you fuck me so good."

I pressed my cock deep into her, making her gasp, and I said, "This is my pussy." I ground my dick inside of her, turning my hips in circles, the base of my cock straining against her mound as I corkscrewed my dick into my mother. "You're my pussy, and no one else's."

"No one else's, baby," Mom whimpered, her voice breaking. "My pussy belongs to you."

"Only me."

"Only you, oh--fuck!"

I started fucking her hard. Mom came, her twat turning into a creamy mess of white froth. I kept it up, and as her orgasm ended, another one hit her, making her squeal and lock her ankles around my back. I kept pumping her twat, pounding her pussy into poi as my cock slid in and out of her tunnel. Her pussy's grip had turned wetter but no less tight, and the tingles in my cock caused my shoulders to tremble as chills ran through my muscles.

"Oh, oh, god, fuck, oh fuck!" Mom whimpered and whined, her voice turning high-pitched as another orgasm shocked her system. Her eyes shut tight, her cheeks turned pink, and Mom let out a long sob as she started to cry.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Mom," I panted. "Keep coming, Mom. Keep coming on my fucking dick."

"No more, no more, no more," Mom sobbed, real tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

I should have made her wear mascara.

"I'm almost there," I said, my knob tingling as the sides of Mom's pussy walls jerked me off.

I let go of my mother's ass and pushed my hands beneath her legs. I grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed them upward, my body following her as I rose above her. I pushed my mother's legs back to her tits. Her calves and feet pointed upward as I moved into a squat above her pussy. I bent my upper body above hers while keeping her knees to her chest and her legs on my shoulders. Her ass and lower back tilted upward off the bed, the new angle feeding more of her creamy cooze to my cock and giving me deeper penetration than before.

"Ohhhh, gawwwd," Mom groaned as I filled her snatch to the brim, touching her guts in places where no cock had ever been before.

As I squatted above my mother's pussy, I adjusted my stance, and she reached behind my neck, locking her fingers together. By the look in her tear-glazed eyes, she knew that she was in for a porn-style fucking that was about to break her pussy in two. She looked scared yet excited. Mom bit her lower lip as I pulled my cock back until only my glans remained within the vulnerable softness between her maternal thighs, and then I just started ramming...

Sometime later, lying next to me on the bed, Mom whispered, "Oh my god, my pussy is sore." She sighed as she stretched her entire body. "I haven't been fucked like that since... since... since ever."

My right hand found Mom's left hand, and I pulled it to my mouth and kissed the back of it. She purred, rubbing her thighs together as I sat up and swung my left knee over her waist, straddling her. Mom pulled my hand to her mouth, first kissing my fingers and then sucking my thumb between her lips when I pressed it to her flesh.

"Mom," I whispered, "since your pussy is mine, and you're my slut"--my heart hammered against my chest, though my cock only inflated to a half-hard, floppy salami--"from now on, I want you to ask me for permission before you have sex with Dad."

Mom's eyes widened, then narrowed, and she sucked my thumb into her mouth before saying, "Okay, baby," in a wet, muffled tone. Her eyes flickered to my cock. "But, let's give that big boy a rest. I've earned a break from your dick." She glanced at my half-stiff cock, her expression turning into a soft, hopeful plea. "Haven't I?"

"Yeah," I said as my cock strained to get fully hard--I had come too much already. "But I'll see you later tonight."

"Okay," Mom said, releasing my thumb. "I'll be ready."

I left her room, grabbed our lunch, warmed it up, and brought it to my mother in her office. I found her as naked as I was, but I went back to my room for some rest.

Lots of rest.

I don't know how my mother stayed awake to work, but she did. My eyes shut before I hit my bed, sending me off to a dreamland where my father and I smoked cigars and drank brandy while my mother danced for us atop a white-clothed table while wearing a fedora and satin lingerie. When I woke, it was past time for my father to be home, and I had missed a text from Jenna that read, I'm going to do it. OMG! Wish me luck!

That was hours ago. I knew she was going to put her dad to the decision today, and so, with a rising heartbeat, I texted her, Good luck. Love you. I whispered those words while I typed them. A smile spread across my lips when I felt the same warmth for Jenna that I always did. A man could love two women, for whatever reasons, but now I had to find a way to let Jenna in on my secret--with Mom's permission.

One day, I told myself. Let's wait until we're married.

Fear hit me, followed by laughter. I rose from my bed to shower and change into a fresh pair of jeans and a body-hugging T-shirt. Jenna hadn't returned my text, so I went downstairs with my phone in my pocket.

Dad was walking down the shortcut hallway with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smile on his face. "It's about time you got up," he said, giving me the old wink and a gun hello. "I know this is your summer of fun--or laziness--and you've earned it, but try not to sleep all day long."

I laughed and said, "I'm trying to get enough sleep for the both of us," as I hit the landing.

"I have that covered," Dad said, raising his glass of whiskey. "Two of these and a pill, and I'm out until morning." He stopped. "When do summer workouts begin?"

"They're optional," I said, on my way to the kitchen, "but encouraged." I didn't want to think about sports. I was good at what I did, but Division I colleges weren't looking at me. My athletic talent could earn me a walk-on somewhere, but that was about it.

"Then I'm encouraging you to get your butt to those workouts," Dad said as he sat down on his favorite couch. "You can lounge about when you're old."

I laughed as I disappeared down the hallway.

I entered the kitchen, not seeing my mother from the hallway, but I could hear her moving things around in the refrigerator. I turned to the right, seeing Mom with her head in the fridge. A pale yellow summer dress adorned her body, the cotton thin with the illusion of transparency. Mom's slender legs seemed to glow as they flowed from beneath the hem to her small feet. The dress' neckline wrapped around Mom's neck and hid her breasts, but it left her back, shoulders, and arms bare. She had worn her hair down tonight, and my cock twitched when I remembered how I had gathered her hair in a single rein to hold up her head.

"You know what's strange," I said. It wasn't a question. "You no longer have to ask me how my day was. You already know."

Mom smiled, turning her head toward me, and said, "Maybe it's all that small talk that keeps most mothers and their sons from trying new things."

I moved forward, coming up behind her and sliding my hands around her waist.

"Where's your father?" Mom asked, bending forward, her ass pushing back at me as she reached for a single serving container of yogurt.

"Living room," I said.

"Listen for him if you're going to touch me." Mom straightened her body and stepped back, walking me toward the kitchen island. "We don't want to get into trouble."

I hit the edge of the island and pulled Mom to me. She sighed as I slipped out from behind her and let her lean against the marble top. "I need a spoon," she said. I opened the utensil drawer, grabbed one, and handed it to her as she peeled the foil covering from her container. "You hungry?"

Mom dipped her spoon into the yogurt and pulled out a small scoop. I stepped toward her, opening my mouth as she slid the spoon between my lips. I closed them, and she pulled the spoon away, leaving the cool yogurt in my mouth.

"Are you still hungry?" Mom asked.

I nodded my head, whispering, "Yeah."

"Show me," Mom whispered, leaning back against the island and stepping her right leg to the side. The angle of her body pushed her mound outward, and I lowered myself to my knees as my mother dipped her spoon back into the yogurt...

My mouth made wet sounds against my mother's pussy lips. She continued leaning back, pushing her twat toward my mouth, her bright blonde pubes wet with spit and the cunny juice coating my tongue. She ate her yogurt, her eyes looking toward the shortcut hallway as she strained her head to my left, then turned her eyes toward the dining room, then back to the hallway, then the dining room, ever-moving as I pushed my tongue into her yummy pussyhole and licked her creamy, pink walls.

I tried to capture my mother's eyes when I pressed the topside of my tongue against her smooth pearl, my mouth closing over her clitoral hood and the upper portion of her pussy lips above her pussyhole. I sucked. Mom trembled, her mouth twitching and her eyes narrowing, her lips pulling inward and outward into a sexy, pouty pucker. I ran my hands over the front of her thighs, then their sides, and around to her hamstrings, where I moved up to her ass and cupped her cheeks in my palms.

"Mmm," Mom sighed as my fingers moved to her crack. "Ah." My right hand went between her legs, feathering the curve of her muffin from behind. I loved how a woman's pussy was made to be reached from all angles. "Ooh." The middle finger of my left hand pressed against my mother's rosebud, her pucker damp with sweat from the heat between her cheeks. "I think--I hear--your father!"

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I could only hear the slurping of my mouth and tongue as I snacked on my mother's snatch.

"Mark," Mom whispered, putting her right hand in my hair and pushing hard against me.

My heartbeat rose. Mom's breathing grew deeper--harder--stronger. Was Dad coming? Was my father about to catch us? What would he say if he found me on my knees, swallowing his wife's twat? My cock hurt beneath my jeans, bending against the threaded fabric and straining my shaft as it tried to rip through the metal teeth of my zipper. Mom pushed harder against me, even humping her pussy into my mouth--trying to push me from the candy-like taste of her sweet muff.

"Am I cooking dinner?" Dad asked from around the dining room corner.

I stood, spun around, and opened the freezer-side door to the fridge. The stainless steel hid my body and the tent that had formed in my pants. Cool air hit me, chilling the sweat on my skin, and I widened my eyes, trying to find my focus as my heartbeat raced twice as hard as it had a second ago. I didn't really want my father to catch us, did I? I'd love to share Mom with him--I loved my parents. Instead of searching my brain for an answer, I grabbed a piece of ice, stuck half of it in my mouth, and then wiped it across my lips and chin to wash my mother's juices from my face.

Behind me, Dad was saying, "... I don't know, but I could order a pizza. I'm one drink away from my pill, and I don't feel like cooking."

"Pizza is fine," Mom said, speaking with a slightly higher pitch than normal.

"Pizza, Mark?" Dad asked.

"You know it," I said as my bloated salami deflated in record time. "We should get one with everything on it."

"Aw, to be young again," Dad said. "I was such a stud! I could eat anything and stay as lean as a hound."

I laughed and turned away from the fridge, nodding my head. "Sure you could," I said. "I'll be in the living room." My eyes met Mom's eyes for an instant. "We should turn the lights low and watch some movies."

"That is a good idea," Mom said, her voice catching and her nipples poking through her cotton dress.

I headed toward the living room as Dad said, "Sounds like a plan."

Once on the couch, in the center seat next to where Mom would sit, I pulled out my phone, but Jenna hadn't texted me again. I texted her, So, are you in therapy, or is your dad going to let me have that ass? I laughed, and I waited, but no response came by the time Mom and Dad joined me in the living room.

"Lights off, Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, drawing out the word, "that sounds about right."

"Are we going to cuddle?" Mom asked Dad as he settled down on his couch.

Dad cringed and said, "I'd love to. But I have to take my pill soon." He offered her a weak smile. "And if we cuddle, I'm going to want to stay up, if you know what I mean, and I need the sleep."

"That's great, Dad," I said.

"Hey," he said, winking at Mom, "if I have to hear about your girlfriend, then you can hear what I have to say. At least my dame doesn't have to ask her daddy for permission."

"All right." I laughed and tried not to look at Mom. "I'll shut up."

"Good lad," Dad said.

"Fine," Mom said. "I'll cuddle with my son." Mom turned toward me, hiding her face from dad as she slid her tongue across her lips.

"Cuddle?" I asked, groaning.

"Yeah," Dad said. "You do that. You're lucky, boy"--he looked at me--"when I was growing up, grown men didn't cuddle with their mothers. We had to sneak in our hugs, and the more hugs you can get today, the more memories you'll have when it's too late to make new ones."

"Words of wisdom," Mom said, sitting down next to me. "So, don't pout."

"I don't pout," I said. "I'm a man."

"Then don't sulk," Mom whispered. "Now, get over here and cuddle with your mother."

Dad laughed, and I smiled, as did Mom. I drew my legs up onto the couch and slid behind my mother as she lay on her side in front of me. Dad used his magic remote to kill the lights throughout the house and close the blackout curtains. He flipped through channels and logged onto a streaming service, selecting a small but well-made, action-packed drama.

"This good?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I said.

Mom echoed me before the word had finished leaving my lips.

Dad hit PLAY, and we lay back in the near-darkness to watch.

"Grab the couch blanket," Mom half-whispered to me, her voice low enough to raise my heartbeat but high enough to stay hidden from Dad's ears.

Just another night, I thought, realizing that horniness had kept me from feeling the cool of the house. I pulled the thin blanket from atop the back of the couch and arranged it over Mom and me, my feet sticking out of the end, hers not. Once comfortable, I placed my hand on Mom's side.

Mom pushed her butt against me, wiggling her ass into the tenting crotch of my jeans. I should have worn shorts, I thought, but it was too late now. I looked toward my father, unable to see his face, and knowing that he couldn't see us, but there was something different about tonight. The excitement of getting caught had replaced my fear of getting caught. Releasing a long breath into Mom's ear, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her lobe while squeezing her side.

Mom placed her hand on mine, squeezing my fingers, then she patted the back of my hand as if she knew how I felt. She's as much mine as Dad's, I thought. More so. I owned my mother's pussy--not her heart--but her pussy. I thought, at that moment, that no matter what happened in our lives, Mom would always love me as much as Dad, never more and never less. Sharing my mother's love with my father brought a smile to my face. Mom tugged upward on my hand, and I followed her command.

I let my hand run up my mother's side, dragging her dress upward as I dipped down to caress her stomach. Its in-and-out movements gave away how excited she felt. I moved upward across her sternum, her heartbeat beating a quick rhythm against my palm as I pushed my fingers between her smallish breasts, her upper tit pressing into the thumb of my left hand. I moved back down then up, outlining the bottom of her left tit between the webbing of flesh running from my thumb to my forefinger. Mom released a shaky breath. I moved downward to do the same to her other tit. I wanted to do more, but we had a pizza coming, and my cock was already demanding that I lift my mother's dress and push myself into the warm folds between her legs that I had recently claimed as my own.

I spent the next fifteen minutes caressing my mother, touching her side, her ribs, her thighs, and tracing the curve of her butt and the triangle between her legs, where heaven lay. Mom's breathing rose, and she grabbed my hand, doing her best to move my fingers over her cunny and tits whenever I came close to them. She pouted once as I ran my fingertips over her mound but stopped short of molesting the lips below. I gave Mom a few humping motions, digging my cock into her ass but never going for the most sensitive spots on her body.

When the pizza arrived, two mediums, one full of meats, peppers, mushrooms, and onions, and the other covered in cheese, we paused our game to plate our food. Mom only ate a slice, and I didn't want the pizza weighing me down, so I only ate three pieces. Dad ate four, two slices from each pizza, saying to me, "Watching your weight?"

"I'll eat the rest later," I said, smiling. "After I work up an appetite. I think I need to do some cardio before bed."

"Don't mess up your sleeping routine," Dad said. "Eighteen or not, you're not going to be up all night and asleep all day this summer."

"If I could, I'd be up all night and all day."

Mom uttered a surprised-sounding laugh.

I smiled.

We ate, and Dad finished his second glass of whiskey, then he said, "I can do one more and be safe."

"Ritch," Mom said, using that drawn-out, disapproving tone.

"I'm not even drunk, baby, don't worry." Dad smiled. "And, since tomorrow is Friday, I'm going to forgo my pills and show you the benefits of marrying an insomniac."

I chuckled.

Mom smiled, and I thought, Will she ask me if she can fuck Dad? The thought made me look at my phone, but Jenna still hadn't texted me. Interesting.

We finished, and Mom cleaned up, though my hard-on had gone down. I had said, "I'll take care of the mess," but Mom countered with, "No, I like doing things for my men." I was one of Mom's men, and the thought made my cheeks warm. We settled back into the couch and watched more TV--as a family. Dad sipped his whiskey and took his pill while I readied myself to molest my mother as my father lay in the room with us.

As soon as Dad had popped his pill and relaxed his head, I put my hand on my mother's thigh below her dress. Her warm skin dampened my palm, and goosebumps rose against my fingers as I swept my touch upward beneath her dress. Mom pressed her ass against me, wiggling it left to right and back again, keeping her buns tight against my crotch. I slid my hand up to her hip and then to her waist, taking her dress with me and leaving her legs exposed beneath the blanket. My hand went backward after this, cupping her left butt cheek before pulling her dress up to her lower back, leaving her butt naked and at the mercy of my touch.

Dad yawned. Mom looked in his direction. Her next breath came deep and heavy as my fingers turned toward the cushions and dipped into her crack. I pulled upward, opening her cheeks and stretching her little asshole, my fingers slipping from her soft crescent when I couldn't pull her ass open any further. Her cheek jiggled and rippled, and I moved my hand over her thigh toward her front.

Pubic hairs, damp with sweat, tickled my palm. I loved Mom's hair. I wanted more of it, a nice triangular bush that felt like a teenager's downy fuzz. I wanted to keep the edges of her mound hairless as well as the cunny meat from her clitoral hood on down. I remembered pictures on the internet of beautiful, blonde Scandinavian goddesses with wisps of blonde hair along their tan skin. Some had tiny hairs near their assholes, shining in the sun like golden threads reflecting the light. That's what I wanted from Mom, just a little bit of hair, so small and spaced far enough apart that I had to search for them under the sunlight if I wanted to see them.

Those thoughts made me cup my mother's pussy harder than I meant to.

Mom's body stiffened, and her face tightened, then she relaxed as I eased my grip on her snatch. Hot, honeyed wetness had coated my fingertips when they had slipped along the line of Mom's inner cunny lips, and they came away sticky with dew and warm to the touch when I pulled them away. I raised my hand up my mother's body, pushed my fingers against her lips, and slid them into her mouth. Her tongue licked my two largest digits clean, and I eased my hand down my mother's body again, going back to collect more of her sweet nectar.

Thick slipperiness greeted my fingers when I pressed my middle and forefinger between my mother's lower lips. I wanted to hear the wet sounds, but even though I couldn't see him, I knew my father was still awake. Mom's breathing had deepened as I played with her, and she kept trying to look at Dad through the arms of our couches. I had my right arm under her neck, and with a little adjusting, I was able to push my middle finger into her mouth. Mom sucked it down with a silent hunger that made my heart flutter and my cock ache. I mimicked the fuck-motions I liked to use when I fucked her mouth with my prick, matching them to my pussy-delving, which sent Mom's ass into a rapid fuck-cycle against my cock.

Dad yawned.

Mom reached behind her butt with her left hand and played with my belt and buckle. I needed to stop wearing a belt around the house. There was no need for a belt... unless I wanted to use my belt on my mother. Hmm... Mom unhooked my belt without making a sound, and she pushed her hand into my pants and boxer briefs, searching for and finding my cock, our bodies moving together, giving each other room to play.

"Umm," Mom grunted as I fingered her deep, but the sound came out low, so low that I barely heard her--I felt the grunt more than I heard it.

I eased up my pussy-stroking before moving my hand from her front to her back, slipping it beneath her forearm and down between her cheeks, cupping her pussy from behind. Mom sighed, as did I as I held her softness in my palm, our sounds covered by the action on the TV. After holding her cunny bulge for nearly a minute, enjoying the heat and tenderness within those pouty folds, I slid my two biggest fingers into her pussy again.

Dad set his glass on the floor. Mom and I paused everything: our movements, our breathing, our caressing, stroking, and fingering. Dad lifted his hand back to his chest and said, "I think I'm about to pass out."

Mom pushed on my mouth-fucking fingers with her tongue, and when I pulled them out, she asked, "Ritch, do you want to go upstairs?"

"Nah," Dad said, yawning. "Maybe"--he yawned--"later."

"Okay," Mom whispered as I slid my fingers into the rubbery-wet friction of her pussy channel from behind.

For the next ten minutes, I worked my mother's pussy by rubbing upward as I pushed into her, grazing her G-spot. My thumb traced her pussy lips, gathering her natural lube before placing the tip against her smooth asshole. Mom tensed as I teased her backdoor with gentle pulses that poked her rosebud inward. A couple of these strokes was all it took before Mom closed her eyes and brought her left hand to her mouth, opening her jaw and biting onto her forefinger to keep from making the kinds of noises the TV couldn't hide.

"Do you think he's asleep?" I whispered in my mother's ear.

Mom nodded her head.

"Should we check before I fuck you?" I asked, my words a caress punctuated by the feather-like sweep of my tongue against her lobe.

Mom shook her head.

"What if Dad's awake?"

Mom shook her head.

"I'm going to fuck you." I licked her earlobe again. "I'm going to fuck you right now, whether Dad's awake or not."

Mom nodded her head.

Three drinks, and he took his pill, I thought, looking at Dad's couch over the armrest, he's asleep. He had to be, or I was a dead man, and yet, my cock still tried to get harder because I was doing this to my mother while near my father.

I pushed the blanket to the floor.

Mom froze.

Dad didn't move.

I moved up, sliding my back up the backrest, and I pulled Mom onto her front, leaving her lying prone beneath my body as I threw my left leg over her and balanced myself on my knees. Dad was asleep. Mom's dress lay on her upper back, exposing her pear-shaped ass, though the light from the TV hadn't chased away the shadows clinging to her form. Mom brought her arms forward, bracing her hands against the armrest, and there she waited, her breathing growing heavy as I laid my thick cock in the crack of her hot ass.

"What if he's not asleep," I said, speaking loud enough for my father to hear us.

Mom didn't hesitate to answer, "You own this pussy, fuck it anyway," loud enough for Dad to hear had he been awake.

My heart froze, yet precum fell from the tip of my prick and onto my mother's lower back. Dad said nothing. He was asleep. I slid my body backward, my cock riding my mother's soft crack and my knob slipping between her legs into the steamy, heart-shaped gap where her pussy lay hiding. When I touched the heat of her cunny meat, we both sighed, our sounds filling the room.

I didn't have to grab my cock to get inside of Mom, and neither did Mom, but she did reach back and grab the bottoms of her ass cheeks, spreading them open for me. My cock was already there. A stream of precum spurted onto the line of my mother's slit as she invited me into her muff. I pushed, and Mom's pussy meat sank inward and spread outward, and her clam swallowed my glans past my corona.

"Uh," Mom groaned. She let go of her ass and braced her hands against the armrest again. "Come on, baby, give Momma that big dick."

I eased my member into my mother's pussy, giving her an inch, wetting my shaft, pulling out and pushing back in, her juices slowly coating my dick's length as her pussy expanded to take me a little at a time. I wasn't lubed yet, but she was wet, and with some pushing and poking and a little force, I opened my mother's hole a little at a time as the semi-wet friction made us gasp, moan, and groan together.

Fighting that dry-to-wet friction almost made me come, the pressure on my dick sending chills through my head and shaft. My knob sang with pleasure, and the very tipped itched as though I were about to unload ropes of jizz at any second. I don't know how I didn't come, but I didn't.

"I wish we were watching porn," Mom moaned as my hips pressed into her ass. "With your father right there."

I moaned, then pulled out and pumped in, using a smooth glide through her tight hole and circling my hips with a dancer's grace. Mom turned her head and bit her arm. I pumped her faster, then harder, then eased up on her pussy to fuck her with shallow thrusts. Mom couldn't spread her legs, and even if she could, I wasn't going to let her. I pushed in, my spongy tip bumping into something soft and mushy in her depths that made Mom grunt hard.

Holding my cock inside of her felt like heaven, but when I ground my hips against her ass, swinging my cock in circles between her pussy folds, Mom uttered a surprised, "Oh," followed by several whimpers that rose in pitch. I kept my left hand braced against the armrest while lowering my right hand under Mom's body, cupping her right tit as I fed her eager beaver longer strokes of my throbbing rod. The cushions beneath us caved inward. Mom's body bounced up and down as my hips slapped her ass, and my balls banged against her thighs. After a minute of this, I sped up, giving my mother's pussy a good thumping that forced her to press her palms hard against the armrest, making it creak.

"Uh--uh--uh," Mom grunted, arching her back and trying to raise her ass. "Uh, fuck--UH!--fuck!"

"Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus," I panted.

Mom laughed, then gasped, "Oh, fuck, you get deep from that--oh, god--angle, baby." I dug my cock into her twat as far as I could and flexed my ass, driving my tip deeper into her juicy tunnel. "Oh, shit, too deep"--Mom yelped--"too deep, Mark!"

I pulled out halfway.

Mom uttered a grateful sigh, whispering, "You're going to ruin this pussy."

"Do you want to get on top?" I asked, panting.

"Are you making me?" Mom was breathing harder than I was.

"Yeah," I said, slipping my prick from the softness between her legs.

I moved to the side as Mom rose to her knees. I slid between her legs, resting my back against the armrest and reaching behind my head, finding the lamp on the end table, and pulled the chain switch, turning on the lamp. Light washed over me, a soft glow that managed to illuminate my mother's body. Her dress lay bunched between her legs, leaving her tan thighs uncovered as she straddled me.

"Ride my dick hard, Mom," I said. "I want you to come first. I want to feel your cum all over my balls."

Mom bit her lower lip and nodded her head, her smoky eyes looking into mine and her regal, elfish features appearing ready for a fight. And maybe she was. I didn't know. I had a big cock, and for a woman with a pussy as small as hers, perhaps it was like jumping into an unwinnable wrestling match every time we fucked.

Mom pinched her dress near her thighs and pulled it upward, exposing her blonde-furred pussy to my eyes. She raised her butt from my thighs, hovered her pussy above my straight-as-an-arrow cock, and sat down, grimacing and moaning as my thickness parted the silky line of flesh between her legs.

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"Mmm," Mom moaned. "God, you open my pussyhole wide... every time." She lowered her cunny onto my wet shaft, moaning again. "You're never going to be easy to take."

"It's good, though, right?" I placed my hands on her thighs and rode her naked limbs to her waist. She pulled her skirt back then let it go, where it caught on my wrists, leaving her pussy exposed. "It doesn't hurt?"

Mom shook her head, then she smiled and rolled her eyes up and to the left. "When it does hurt," she whispered, "it hurts good."

"Ooh," I whispered.

Mom lowered her pussy the rest of the way down my cock, opening her mouth and offering my ears several sexy little fuck-sounds that tightened my balls and urged my heartbeat to a faster pace.

"Take your dress off," I said, turning to look at Dad. He may have been out, but I hadn't forgotten about him. "And leave it off for the rest of the night."

"So bad," Mom said, grabbing her hem and pulling the cotton up her body and over her head, leaving her naked above me as she tossed the dress to the floor. Her thick nipples seemed to harden further, pulling tight and puckering near the base, which only made their caps swell outward. "You're so bad for making your mother do this."

"Ride me." I squeezed her hips. "Make your pussy come on my cock." I moaned as she rowed her hips forward and rocked them back. "Remember, I want to feel your cum on my balls."

"Yeah," Mom said, panting. "You will, baby. You'll feel my pussy juices all over those big, cum-filled balls of yours. I'm gonna wet that sack, baby. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna wet it good."

I groaned as Mom continued to rock her pussy over my shaft, my eyes sealed to the connection between our bodies. My dick looked big and mean as it stretched Mom's pretty pink lips thin, their grip clinging to my rod as she rose on my shaft, then collapsing inward as she slid her twat down my pole. Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my knees, her body leaning backward and her back arching, pushing her little tits into the air. My eyes stayed on her pussy, her pink flesh glistened, and her clit popped outward, swollen like a whore's. My whore's clit. Drawn to that shiny pearl, I placed my right hand on her hairy mound and my thumb on her button and swirled it around.

"Ooh, fuck, ooh," Mom panted fast and hard, her tits rising and falling with greater speed. She pushed her pussy toward me, pulled it away, pushed it toward me, and pulled it away, and then she spun her little love box around my cock hard. Each swirl of her pussy's softness around my dick sucked the precum from my balls, and I shivered each time as a mini, electrified orgasm raced through me.

"Come, Mom," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Come before I do."

"If I make you come," Mom said, panting, "you'll just have to spank me for being a bad girl, won't you?"

"Did Grandpa used to spank you?" I asked before I even knew what I was going to say.

"Oh, you nasty motherfucker," Mom hissed. "Grandpa spanked me a lot, especially when Grandma wasn't around!"

"With an ass like yours, I don't fucking blame him!" I lowered my left hand to her ass and squeezed.

"Nasty, little--ooh--bastard," Mom whined. "Sick, sick boy!"

I swept her clit from side to side, then turned it in a circle, then up and down. I held her left ass cheek in my hand, squeezing her hard as she pumped her pussy over my cock. Her insides sucked at my glans and rippled across my shaft, causing tingles of pleasure to prickle over my body. Every slide of her cunny across the hot thickness of my member made my heart jump, and soon I was panting almost as hard as my mom was.

"Come, Mom," I whispered, urging her onward as I worked her clit faster, the intensity of my thumb's caresses growing rabid. "Come on my cock. Come on your son's cock." Mom's pussy tightened hard around my meat. "Oh, fuck, give me that pussy juice. Give me that pussy juice, Mom." Mom's body tensed as she released a high-pitched whimper. "Give me that incest cum." I pressed my middle finger against her asshole. "Now!"

"Oh, fuck, Mark!" Mom cried out. "Mommy's coming! Fuck, oh, shit, shit! Mommy's coming on your dick!"

I held my mother by her ass as she trembled atop my cock, the heat between her legs turning to liquid as my rock-hard shaft throbbed within her. She pushed her pussy down my prick, not stopping until her lips kissed my trimmed pubic hairs. Once down, she fell back into a superhero, bullet-dodging pose, pulling my prick downward and forcing a gasp from my lungs.

I didn't release Mom's clit as she came, continuously rubbing her pearl between one orgasm and the next, her twat coming so fast that she tried to push my hand away from her pussy as she sobbed in ecstasy. I eventually eased up on her with slower and slower turns of my thumb, forcing shivers through her body that made her little titties shake. Mom was still trembling when I pulled my hand from her dripping wet love nub.

"Mom," I whispered, my heartbeat thumping hard against my chest. "Is Dad still asleep?"

Mom turned her head toward Dad and tried to rise. I slid my hands around her sides, my fingers touching and then interlocking behind her back as I lifted her upward, bringing her tits to my lips. As I sucked the left one into my mouth, taking half of it between my lips as though I were a giant, Mom whispered, "Yes, baby, your father is still asleep," in a shaky voice.

"Mom," I said, "I need to come, but I want to come while you suck Dad's cock."

"Mark!" Mom whispered.

"We talked about it," I said, biting her nipple and tugging it from her tit with care.

"But--"

I pulled my mouth from my mother's tit and said, "I'm making you, Mom." My cock swelled within my mother's creamy tunnel, making her groan. "You have no choice." I licked her other nipple.

"Okay," Mom said, her breath rising. "But this is dangerous. He could wake up."

"Does he normally wake up?"

Mom pouted her lips and gave me a coy smile. She nibbled her lower lip and whispered, "Not really. He mumbles a few words, but he never really opens his eyes."

I kissed her breasts and licked her areolas, the sounds wet and exaggerated as I nipped at her titty buds. Finally, I said, "We'll turn off the lights." I sucked hard on my mother's right breast, pulling it from her chest. "If Dad wakes up, I'll leave before he knows what's going on."

"Oh, Mark," Mom sighed as I flicked her nipples with rapid up and down strokes of my tongue. "Okay, baby. I'll suck your father's cock for you."

"While I fuck you."

"Oh, you bad, bad boy." Mom shivered. "Say when, baby. Tell Mommy when you want her to suck some cock."

"Now."

Mom put her hands on my chest and lifted her ass into the air. My cock slid out of her narrow hole with a wet plop, spilling more of her cum onto my balls. Mom looked between her legs, saying, "Mmm, messy." She stood, and her inner thighs glistened with her pussy nectar. She walked toward Dad, looking over her shoulder at me as she knelt next to the side of the couch.

I stood and turned off the couch-side lamp. I grabbed my father's remote from where it lay upon his stomach. I killed the TV, but not the sounds from the stereos. In the complete darkness, I felt my way to the coffee table and set the remote down on its surface, and then I stepped behind Mom, straddling her hips and standing above her. There was something about standing naked over my mother with a rock-hard cock, even in the dark, that sent buzzing waves of power through my body. I grabbed the neck of my shaft and bent my knees, intent on slipping into my mother's body as quickly as possible.

We had a lot of space between the couches and the coffee table. I could have scooted behind her, the fit would have been tight, but my rod wanted to get deep into my mother's hot cunny box. Really deep. Fucking Mom from an upward angle with my legs outsides of hers was going to let me do just that. I hoped Mom could take it because I wasn't going to go easy on her pussy while I worked my way toward dumping my load onto my mother's ass.

"Suck Dad's dick," I whispered, my voice mingling with the TV's sounds coming from the surrounding stereos.

I waited, listening in the dark as my heartbeat pounded in my chest, its thumping echoing my skull. I couldn't see a thing, but I could hear my mother move Dad's blanket, her fingers shuffling with his belt as it came undone. The snapping of a button followed the rustle of clothing, then the low metallic grinding of a zipper coming undone made my cock bob. I bent my knees lower, my thigh muscles tensed, and the tip of my knob touched the very top of my mother's butt crack. She jumped forward, then held still, and that's when I heard the first wet, slurpy, sucking sounds of the night.

"Mmm, mwah, mmm," Mom hummed around my father's dick. "Mwah, mwah, mwah."

I had my cock in my right hand, just beneath the corona, and I brushed my mother's crack with up and down strokes. My precum mixed with her cummy pussy juices, creating a warm, wet palette for me to drag my cock through. Mom continued sucking, the sounds growing wetter and fuller as my father's cock thickened in her mouth.

If I could please my mother on my own, and my father could please my mother on his own, then how much pleasure could we have given her together? The thought of my mom lying in bed, curled in a ball and begging us to leave her alone as she uttered euphoric sobs sent a body-shaking tingle through my balls. A chill swam through me, causing my spine and shoulders to dance as goosebumps rose across my skin. I pushed my cock through my mother's crack once more, finding her asshole and its suction cup-like grip.

I pushed there.

"Uh-uh," Mom gasped around Dad's cock, jumping as I prodded her little, wet asshole.

Not tonight, but soon, I thought as I moved down her perineum and touched the smooth oval at the bottom of her pussy. I pushed inward, finding her pink hole slick and gummy and as soft as warm cookie dough. With a loud sigh, I sank into my mother's body, spreading her pussy channel and fucking my incest-cock deep into the tight hole between her legs.

"Ungh," Mom groaned as I pushed my cock deep into her snatch. I didn't stop until my balls rested against her throbbing clit. I hit something soft in the back of her cunny, and she grunted hard around my father's prick. I grabbed onto her sides, my hands big on her body, my fingertips almost touching. God, she felt small as I held her pussy in place right before I started ramming her pussy hard.

No finesse.

No gentleness.

"Umm-umm-umm-umm," my mother grunted around Dad's prick, her spit sputtering from between her lips. She sounded surprised, yet her slurping sounds around Dad's cock grew intense as I continued to hammer her upturned twat hard. When I bottomed out inside of her and turned my hips in a circle with my knob grinding against her guts, Mom whimpered around Dad's dick, yet she never pulled her mouth from his salami.

I wanted to spank her.

I wanted to make her come.

I fucked her faster, not harder, giving her half of my cock at a time as I glided through the tightness of her hole. Her insides clung to me, wet and sticky and oh so fucking hot. My glans tingled, and pleasure raced across my corona, flowing down my shaft and into my balls. My thighs tingled. The closer I came to coming, the tighter my mother's pussy gripped me.

As my balls tightened and my nuts swelled with cum, Mom's pussy gushed with new honey. Dad uttered a tight, muffled, sleep-caged groan. My balls, thighs, cock, and body exploded with pleasure, a self-contained mushroom cloud that left me trembling and gasping. Dad continued to moan, his pleasure sharp and quick, and Mom's hungry, cock-stuff mouth released a series of blissful cries as her pussy turned to gold around my throbbing shaft. I hammered her hard, the wet sounds were obscene in the darkness, and she came again as I poured thick streams of cum into her trembling snatch.

I held myself tight to my mother, my heart pounding and my mind waiting for any sign of Dad waking up, but he never did, not fully.

"Uh-umm," was all he said, almost making me pull out of my mother's snatch and run away as he struggled to rise.

Damn it! I had forgotten to pull out and come on my mother's ass.

"Okay, Mark," Mom whispered in the dark after Dad had calmed. "Mommy needs to sleep. You've broken me, baby. You've broken your mother's pussy."

I laughed, the sound a whisper. "Okay. Let me go first; then, you can turn on the lights and clean up down here."

"Okay," Mom said, her voice heavy and tired. "Hurry up. I'm beat."

I headed upstairs with my clothes, making sure I had my phone. Once in my room, I checked my new texts, and I had several from Jenna, and each one shared the same message: Text me back as soon as you get this. I checked the time; it was only 9 p.m.

What's up? I texted her.

Half a minute later, she answered with, This is too good for the phone. Meet me in my backyard at midnight. Text me before you come over. Love you. Bye.

Love you, I sent back as I headed to my bathroom to take a shower.

20

Permission

Ready for me? I texted Jenna five minutes before midnight.

I didn't have to wait long before Jenna sent me: My parents are asleep. I'm in the hot tub. Get your sexy butt over here.

I rolled out of bed, changed into a pair of boardshorts, and made the trip down to my backyard. I hadn't bothered with the lights. I walked to the concrete dividing wall separating our yards, placed my hands on the flat top rail, and jump-pushed myself over the fence. Jenna had left her yard dark, leaving only the starlight to guide my path to her hot tub's glowing water. I jumped onto the grass and walked across Jenna's lawn, around her pool, and to her hot tub.

"It's so dark," I said, standing on the lip of the hot tub as I stared down at Jenna, sitting in the bubbling blue water. "But it always is. What if I was some stranger instead of me?"

"Shut up and get in here," Jenna said, her voice bubbly and barely contained. "Dad is going to let us have sex!"

"That's better than therapy." I stepped into the bubbling hot tub, the water crawling over my skin and warming my body. "How'd this happen?"

"I," Jenna said, standing and grabbing my hands. "I"--she smile-cringed before saying--"kissed him!"

"You did what?" I asked without thinking, my voice coming out quick and sharp and curious as my mind slammed against my skull. Her words struck me with the precision of a ball-peen hammer, and I started to chuckle. "Kissed him how?"

Jenna shrugged and looked to the side. "You said I should tease him."

"Tease, not kiss."

"I've been teasing him every night, but"--it seemed as if she tried to shrink--"but it just kept turning me on. Dad kept fucking Mom every night afterward--I couldn't take it anymore." She looked at me; her eyes were big beneath the starlight. "So, I asked him about you, and he said, 'No,' and then I said, 'Well, I need to fuck somebody,' and I kissed him." Soft, rapid laughter fell from her lips. "I sat on his lap and kissed him."

"Holy shit," I whispered, thinking, Guess what I've been doing? "Then what happened?"

"You're not mad?"

I shook my head. "No. It's fucking strange, but you're a strange girl." Should I have been mad? Was I allowed to be mad? It didn't matter because I wasn't mad.

"Shut up," Jenna said. "I needed to show him how much I needed it. You know what the strange thing was?"

"Stranger than a daughter kissing her father? No, I don't know what's stranger than that." Oh, but I knew, though.

"Dad, kinda, you know," Jenna whispered, "kissed me back."

"Oh." I tried to keep my expression blank as blood flowed into my cock, giving my dangling monster a swift thickening of size.

"Then he pushed me off his lap and went to see Mom." Jenna sighed. "I'm pretty sure he fucked the hell out of her, which he's been doing every night since I started teasing him--as you told me to do." She widened her eyes as she told me that. "Later, after he finished with Mom, he said, 'Okay. You can be with Mark, but there will be rules.'"

"What kind of rules?" Rules were good. The idea of "rules" didn't seem to bother my cock, which continued to grow beneath my shorts.

"I don't know. He wants to see you and your parents tomorrow."

I took Jenna's face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I saw the smile of an excited youth stretch her lips, not that I was so old and wise, but she was still young and inexperienced. Not like my mother. Not even like me. Jenna was a virgin. Maybe waiting a couple of years wasn't such a big deal any--

Jenna stood on her toes, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers. Our lips met and slid together, the perfect union of flesh that parted as our tongues merged, first in my mouth, then pushing into hers. We pressed against each other, our tongues licking and sliding together, generating saliva as we tasted each other. I moved my right hand behind her head and my left down her teen body; the muscles beneath her tight skin felt hard and thick. My hand found her ass, and I filled my palm with her meat.

Oh, yeah, I thought as my fingertips dipped into her crack and traced the thong of her bikini panties. She's not that young. Within moments, my hard-on pressed into her stomach.

"What?" Jenna asked as I laughed against her lips.

"Nothing," I said. "I've had a long week without you." But I wouldn't trade it for all the wishes in the world. "So, you're a Daddy kisser now?" What a pair we made.

Jenna stared at me, her eyes widening. Her mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

I laughed.

Jenna blushed, the light from around the spa revealing the flushing of her cheeks.

"With tongue?" I teased.

Jenna turned to the side, her eyes going wide, "Yeah, maybe, I don't know," she said, her answer spoken with a long, drawn-out embarrassment that only made my prick harder. "I wasn't thinking about it when I did it. I just did it. I only know how to kiss with tongue, okay? Teasing him was your idea!"

"Daddy kisser," I said, squeezing her ass. "What a bad little girl you are."

"I didn't kiss my Daddy," Jenna said, looking at me and shaking her head with a don't be an idiot expression on her face. "I kissed my father." Her following smile was nothing but coy sweetness and false innocence. "You're my Daddy, and I love kissing my Daddy."

"Then give Daddy a kiss."

Our lips met, and I dug my fingers deeper into her thick ass, making her moan into my mouth. Jenna pulled me down into the water and pushed me back, sitting me down on the spa's granite bench. Bubbles splashed around my shoulders as Jenna straddled my lap. Her thinly clad muff pressed into my cock as she wrapped her arms around my head. I held onto her ass with my right hand and ran my left hand up her back, finding the strings keeping her bikini top together. I pulled them apart. Her bikini's half-cups came loose from her chest and floated atop the water, bouncing with the explosions of air along the water's surface.

"Did you miss these titties, Daddy?" Jenna asked, her voice turning pouty. "You haven't been able to suck them for a week."

"I'll get to do more than suck them soon," I said. "Tomorrow?"

Jenna nodded her head, biting her lip.

"Should I suck them now?"

"Yeah," Jenna whispered. "Right now."

"Yeah," I said, thinking of Mom and our agreement. Yet, if I now had permission and I still owned Mom's pussy, then what was the problem? God, I was a bastard.

Jenna pushed her breasts toward me, rising to her knees and thrusting her hips forward. I held her back with my left hand, pressing my palm into her as I cupped her left tit with my other hand and lowered my mouth to her thick nipple. Her nipples were shorter than Mom's, yet just as thick, though her areolas were larger as well. Her tits--one of them equaled both of Mom's--were much bigger. I sucked their firm, youthful perkiness into my mouth with enough slobbering noise to dub a Japanese porno.

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"Ooh," Jenna moaned, running her hands through my hair and kissing the top of my head. "I've missed--mmm--this." She moaned again. "Your mouth on my titties is so fucking hot. I tell our friends about how good you suck my titties. It makes them so wet."

I growled around her left tit, dropped both my hands to her thick ass, and lifted her into the air. Jenna gasped, laughing as I turned her around and set her down on the lip of the spa. Our mouths touched, as did our tongues. I pressed my body over hers, easing her down to the cement behind her. When I rose, she asked, "Mark, baby, sweetie... will you eat my pussy for me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I whispered, kneeling in the water.

Jenna's ass lay on the edge of the spa. I moved forward, rising from the water so that the back of her knees rested on my shoulders. Starlight led the way between her legs, making the patch of nylon covering her fat pussy viewable. Her bikini panties had bowties at her hips. I grabbed the strings, tugged them loose, and pulled her panties to the right. Jenna lifted her butt, and I tossed them in the water behind me, the smooth lips of her bare beaver stealing my focus.

I lowered my lips to her lips, kissing the long seam of her twat right below her clit and above her actual pussyhole. Jenna purred as I pushed my tongue outward, curling it over my lower lip and laying it flat against Jenna's upper slit. With a growl, I licked upward, digging into her cleft and pushing down on her clitty, making her jump as I flicked her love button with rapid strokes.

"Mmm, yeah," Jenna moaned, keeping her voice low. "Tomorrow--mmm--I'll be doing this for you."

I moaned against her pussy. How would Jenna's virgin mouth compare to my mother's experience? I shouldn't compare, I thought, yet when I compared their bodies, I always found a way to love both of them. She'll be great.

I wrapped my arms around Jenna's thighs and placed my fingers on her outer pussy lips. Her tender skin warmed beneath my touch, and when I spread her open, the sweet fragrance of her inner pinkness filled my nostrils, sending my head into a spin. I pressed my lips to her pussyhole and drove my tongue into her wetness, tasting her smooth cunny walls and the thick honey flowing from her twat tunnel.

"So good," I said around a mouthful of pussy. "So fucking tasty."

"Yeah," Jenna whispered. "That's your pussy, Mark. That's your fucking pussy."

I groaned; the sound was hungry and desperate. That's your fucking pussy. Had she hidden a microphone in my house? Imagine if she had. Imagine her and Mom sucking my cock or bending over my bed side-by-side while I played pussy-roulette with their creamy twats.

"Ooh," Jenna hissed as I pushed my middle finger into her virgin cunny's tightness. "Your fingers are so much bigger than mine."

"Imagine how my dick is gonna feel inside of you," I said, then licked around her slit where it gripped my finger.

"You're going to have to get me so wet to fuck that big thing into me." Jenna moaned, still keeping her voice low as I sucked her clit away from her pussy. "Fuck, that feels good, baby."

Let's see if I learned anything, I thought as I closed my eyes went to work on my girlfriend's twat. We had to be quiet, but less than a minute later, I had to grab Jenna's panties and stuff them into her mouth, followed by her bra. Even then, she had to cover her mouth with her hands. I used my fingers and tongue between her legs, pulling her pussy lips open with my thumbs and licking her inner folds. I traced the line of her sweet lips, inside and out, and I sucked her clit, polishing the little pearl with the tip of my tongue as I held it between my lips. When Jenna's cream had drenched my mouth, I slipped two fingers into her muff, curled them upward, and rubbed the soft underside of her mound, finding her G-spot and making her squirm. As I gave her a two-fingered pussy stroke, my left hand strayed to her asshole, where I teased her anal bud with soft pokes that pushed her hot ring inward, but never all the way.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Jenna cried, her whimpers and whines flowing through her wet panties and escaping her palm. "Umm, mmm, mmm, umm, mmm."

I pushed my fingers deep into her slippery hole while sucking on her clit. Jenna's thighs tensed, and she pushed her ass off the cement. The wet muscles of her pussy gripped my fingers hard, her velvety walls sucking on my digit and teasing my cock with the tightness of her hole. I doubled down on my sucking, pulling my finger from her ass and moving it to her mound. I lay my palm flat atop her cunny slope and pushed my thumb down her clitoral hood, resting the tip across her pink jewel. Jenna jumped as I rubbed her swollen nub and licked around the sides of my thumb, wetting her pearl whenever I had the chance.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Mark!" Jenna's voice mumbled through her panties and palms. "I'm gonna cum!" And then she did, tightening her entire body and pinching my fingers hard with the creamy vise between her thick thighs.

I pushed into Jenna's teen twat as far as I could, wiggling my fingers against her grip as I swished her clit from side to side. She spread her legs wide, and I stood, finger-poking her pussy fast and hard and watching her big tits shake as she came beneath the starlight. Something happened that had never happened before--jet streams of her liquid cum sprayed from her pussyhole, reminding me of those pornos where the girls squirt their juices all over the camera's lens.

"Fuck," I whispered, not easing up on Jenna's pussy.

She fought me for a second, then turned on her side to get away from my fingers. I let her go and watched as she pulled her arms and legs tight to her body. Her knees came up by her breasts as she trembled through the biggest orgasm I had ever seen her experience.

"You okay?" I asked once her breathing had calmed.

"Fuck," Jenna said, pushing herself up and sitting at the edge of the spa. "Where did you learn that?"

Heat warmed my cheeks. I shrugged and said, "Just missing you; that's all."

"You should miss me more often." Jenna put her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a slow tongue dance before asking, "Can I jerk your big dick off, Daddy?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I said, pushing my shorts down my thighs.

Ten minutes later, after dropping a healthy dose of white cream on Jenna's tits, then rubbing my jizz into her breasts and neck, I stepped into my living room. Dad still lay on the couch with the TV on. Mom had gone upstairs. I stood above my dad, looking down at him from behind his couch, and my heart started to speed up as I leaned over him and placed my hand on his chest.

"Dad?" I asked, shaking him. He didn't stir. "Dad? Dad?" He still didn't stir, just like he hadn't stirred when Mom had sucked the cum from his balls while he had slept. Holy shit, how much cum had my mother eaten this week? "Dad?"

I leaned over, my heart starting to echo between my ears. "Dad," I whispered, "I wish we could share Mom together." Sweat pushed through the pores along my hairline. "I wish we could double team her." Was I sick? "If you don't wake up right now, I'm going to upstairs and fuck your wife all night long."

Dad didn't stir--thank fucking God!

"Last chance, Dad," I said in a normal tone as my cock thickened and lengthened, ignoring its soreness in favor of the pussy that lay in bed upstairs. "Three... two... one... I'm going upstairs to fuck Mom."

Dad never stirred, even as I dropped heavy footsteps on each stair leading upward. (What was wrong with me?) By the time I reached the second-floor landing, my cock had gained its full size. I went to my room, took off my clothes, gave myself a once over with a towel, and used my body spray to mask the scent of the Jacuzzi. Then I went to Mom's well-lit room. Inside, she lay naked atop the covers of her bed with her hands between her legs. She smiled when she saw me. "What kept my son so long?" Mom spread her pussy lips for me. "Mommy's pussy is hungry."

I smiled, thinking, I guess Mom's pussy has recovered, as I crawled onto my father's bed. How had Dad never taken advantage of this side of Mom? It was working out great for me, and even with Jenna now having permission to fuck me, I had no plans to stop fucking my mother. If Dad wasn't going to do it, then someone had to, right?

My alarm went off at half-past seven in the morning, but I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I had fucked Mom for a long time last night, slipping my cock in her softness using long strokes, slow strokes, massaging the soreness from her pussy and my cock with easy-going lovemaking. We kissed with passion, devouring each other and matching our lips to the mellow rhythm of our fucking as my prick stirred her insides and lay within her guts. Halfway through the night, after Mom had come again, she whispered, "If you keep this up, your father's in trouble."

I laughed, kissing her neck and rising to my knees. I lifted her legs, pushed a pillow under her ass, and eased my dick into her snatch down to my balls. Sometimes I pulled completely out, watching as her tiny twat-hole gaped for several seconds before regaining its small size.

"There's no loosening your pussy up, is there, Mom?" I asked, fucking half of my shaft into her creamy channel with liquid-like motions.

Mom shook her head, panting, "We're just lucky, I guess." Sometime after that, I went back to my room after leaving the last of my cum on the inner lips of my mother's pink hole.

So, waking the morning after our fucking wasn't easy, but after Dad had left for work, the velvet wetness of Mom's tongue brushed against my prick. When I tried to rise, she said, "Relax, baby, let Mommy take care of you." So I relaxed, and Mom took care of me, then she went to her office to get some work done.

I spent the morning in bed, wondering how I would tell my mother that Jenna had convinced her father to let us have a sexual relationship. I thought about it, and I thought about it, and I decided that the best way to tell Mom was to let Mr. Mason tell Mom.

I was such a pussy.

"Fuck it," I said, getting up just before Mom was ready to have lunch. "No plan is perfect."

I undressed at lunchtime, walked downstairs, and found Mom in the kitchen, eating her regular meal of fruits and vegetables. She had dressed in white trimmed, blue soccer shorts with loose leg holes and a cropped white T-shirt.

She saw me and raised an eyebrow. "I like what I see, but this will take some getting used to." She closed her fingers into fists and shivered. "It's like I'm a teenager again, only this time I know that I'm living in a porno."

"Lucky for me," I said, smiling and grabbing my cock and stroking it. I had my phone in my left hand. "I'm going to take some pictures of you. Then I'm going to video you as you masturbate for me, using your new cock." I looked upward and through the ceiling toward her room. "And then I'm going to fuck you while we watch the video."

Mom smiled around an apple wedge. Her cheeks turned pink, and she said, "May I finish lunch first?"

"Take your time," I said. "I'll be in the living room, jerking off." I half turned away, then looked back at Mom. "Did you remember not to wear panties?"

Mom slid her left hand to her right leg hole and pulled her shorts to the left. Her bare pussy lips and some of her pubic hairs came into view as she held her shorts to the side, waiting for my approval.

"Good girl," I said as goosebumps exploded across my shoulders.

Mom smiled.

I turned and walked away, my heartbeat starting to rise. Holy shit! Where had that come from? Where had any of my behavior come from?

It's better to let me do the thinking, my cock said to me. I pictured myself in therapy ten years from now, with Frasier Crane sitting in the chair opposite me. (I may have binged watched too many old TV shows.) Old? My mother was in her teens when that show was on the air. Thoughts of TV shows and therapy left me as I sat my naked ass down on the couch and stroked my dick, thinking about Mom and what Mom was going to say when she realized that I no longer needed to make her do anything.

I used my spit to grease my cock, and as I stroked the full length of my member, pulling the neck skin over the head, I promised myself that I'd go and buy some lube. Something warm and soothing that gave a person the tingles. Something I could use on Mom's asshole. Would Mom give it up, even if I made her? That was something Jenna wasn't going to give me until she turned nineteen, so maybe I could make my mother give me hers.

Mom's footsteps sounded to my right. They were little pitter-patters on the wooden floor of the hallway and foyer before she stepped onto the living room's soft carpet. I turned my body to the left and looked at Mom as she stood behind the couch, still clothed as she said, "I need to get my new toy."

"I'll wait," I said. "And Mom"--I licked my lips--"change into some lingerie for me."

Mom's cheeks reddened as her lips widened into a big, teeth-baring grin. "You know, I've bought some for you." She nodded her head, speaking in a rush. "I'll go get it." She ran off, jogging upstairs as fast as she had spoken.

Mom had bought some lingerie--for me. Online or had she gone out for it? I didn't know, but it wasn't like I was spending all day with her, just most of it. Given Mom's horny side, I bet she had lingerie for Dad, too, only more elegant than whatever she planned to wear for me.

Stroke me harder, damn it! my cock wailed as an ache ran through my shaft at the sudden, steel-like hardness in my pole that threatened to snap my rod in two. I gave in to what the big guy wanted. Mom would be downstairs soon, and I planned to masturbate while she fucked her dildo for me. Right after she came, I was going to drop a load of jizz on her beautiful face. The thought made me groan as a bead of glistening precum flowed from my tip.

Mom came downstairs ten minutes after I had told her to change. She tossed her dildo next to me on the couch as she stepped into the living, dressed in midnight black lingerie that pressed into her skin, making her appear more muscular than she was. She wore a shelf bra that supported her hard-nippled titties from underneath but left the rest of her breasts bare. Stockings covered her legs to the middle of her thighs, held up by a lacy garter belt around her waist as silver clips kept the four suspenders connected to her stockings' thick welts. As sexy as her lingerie was, the real magic lay between my mother's thighs.

She had put on sheer black panties split down the center by twin strings of pearls that outlined her pretty little pussy lips. They glistened--the pearls and her pinkness, both shiny and bright and as smooth as soft-serve ice cream. Mom spun for me. I sighed as her mostly naked ass came into view. The back of her panties was nothing more than four straps angled across her cheeks that connected to the gusset that cupped the upper half of her pussy, but left her hole open for fucking. Nothing covered her crack. Mom spread her cheeks for me, showing off the smooth tightness of her untouched, virgin pucker.

She won't be a virgin back there forever, I thought, my mouth watering and my tongue itching for a lick of her backdoor.

"Sexy enough?" Mom asked as she completed her turn. "Or should I buy something sluttier for you?"

"It's sexy enough, Mom," I said, stroking my dick for her, "but slutty is always better."

Mom laughed, then she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth before saying in a resigned if I have to tone, "What are you going to make me do for you now?" Mom pressed her lips together in thought before speaking again. "Remember, I still have to go back to my office and work."

"Damn," I said. "I keep forgetting that you're a real grown-up."

"Would you rather I was a teenager?"

I shook my head, saying, "No," I said, "I'm happy you're my mother."

"What do you want me to do?" Mom asked, smiling.

"We're going to take some pictures." I wiped my cock-stroking hand on my thigh and grabbed my phone. "Then, you're going to play with your little pussy for me and make it come."

"You nasty, naughty bastard," Mom whispered. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I wish I knew that when I was younger. It would have been easier for me to talk my way out of trouble."

Mom laughed, then she tilted her head and uttered in a suggestive whisper, "Maybe."

"Get on the coffee table and spread your pink for me."

Mom stepped onto the table, her stocking feet sticking to the glass and her long legs dominating my vision. She looked down as she ran her fingers along the pearl slit guarding her wet crease, then she pulled the pearl curtains aside to show off the golden cunny between her thighs.

I snapped a picture, zoomed in, and snapped another, then stepped close for an upward shot. Mom dipped her fingertips into her folds and pulled them open, and I snapped a picture of her glistening pink butterfly. After several more pictures, Mom pushed her fingers deeper into her hole, two from each side, and she pulled outward, groaning as she stretched her pussyhole for me.

"So fucking sexy, Mom," I whispered, getting a close-up of her glistening pink well. "Does that little kitty love her son's incest-dick?"

"God, Mark," Mom said, her voice rushed and trembling. "That makes my pussy so fucking wet. See?"

"Yeah," I said, taking another picture of her cooze. I moved in close, my nose almost touching the sides of her dewy walls as I took a deep breath. Heat cascaded down my body as Mom's flowery scent filled my nostrils, her intoxicants settling in my lungs and driving my precum from my balls. "I can see how wet you are for me. I can smell how much your pussy wants my cock."

Mom shivered.

I took more pictures.

Mom continued posing for me, turning sideways and sticking out her butt, then straightening her legs and bending over, the curve of her ass tightening as she pretended to pick something up from the coffee table. She turned around and spread her legs, looking over her shoulder at me. She lowered herself to all fours and spread her legs in a frog-like squat. I snapped pictures of her exposed holes. Her slitted panties, which only covered the front half of her pussy, gave me free access to her twat, and I lowered my hand, pressing the tip of my middle finger against the lips protecting her creamy opening.

"Mmm," Mom sighed as I eased my finger into her slippery opening.

I played around in the soupy mess of cream between my mother's thighs, twisting my finger and corkscrewing my digit into my mother's cunny. I fed her beaver one knuckle then two, fucking her with shallow thrusts before slipping my entire digit into her wet hole.

"Uh," Mom moaned.

"You know, Mom," I whispered, lowering my face toward her ass, my breath falling across her skin. "Your pussyhole is so tight; it makes me wonder how tight your asshole is."

Mom shivered.

I lowered my mouth to my mother's crack and pushed my tongue forward, pressing the tip against her pucker before sliding it downward and pressing the flat of my tongue between her cheeks. Mom gasped and wiggled her ass, pushing her smooth backdoor against my taste buds.

"That's something--ooh, baby--your father would never do to me." Mom groaned as I wiggled the tip against the center of her asshole. "You're a nasty boy, Mark. You must--ah, fuck, you're getting in there--take after me."

I was getting in there, pushing the tip of my tongue hard against the tightness of her pucker and managing to wiggle a piece of my wet flesh into her tiny hole. I didn't enter her butt, but I did lodge the tip of my tongue, the very tip, within the grip of her rubbery anal ring, and the pressure around my flesh made my cock bob up and down, flinging precum onto my mother's little feet.

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"Has Dad ever used a finger on you?" I asked, pulling my tongue from my mother's butt.

"No," Mom whispered.

"Have you?"

"Yes," Mom said, panting, "but my fingers are so small."

"Mine aren't."

"I know, baby," Mom whispered. "Are you gonna make me take them?"

I smiled at the tremor in my mother's voice.

"One day," I said, "when we have more time." I touched a forefinger to my mother's rosebud, giving it a gentle push. The little crater created a suction cup around my digit's tip. "But right now, I want to make a home movie." I pulled my finger from Mom's ass and stepped back. "It's time for you to play with that pretty little pussy between your legs."

Mom turned around, staying on her knees, her hand shooting out and grabbing my cock before I could step back any further. "Just a taste," Mom pouted, looking at me with soft doe eyes, the light within them pleading for me to say yes.

She licked her lips, and I said, "Okay, but a quick one."

I let Mom tug me toward her; my knob aimed straight for her mouth as she guided my cock forward. My tip hit her lips. They rolled over my dick as she took me into her mouth, and her hand slid along my shaft, stroking me to my balls. Wet, hungry mwuh, umm, mwuh sounds came from my mother's throat, deep and rich and hungry. I switched my phone from camera mode to video mode and filmed my mother from above, then the sides while trying to watch the screen so I could capture the perfect angle of her cock-sucking face. I uttered soft moans the entire time, and I did my best not to fuck up the shot as my body trembled.

"Give me that cum," Mom said around a wet mouthful of dick.

I almost did. My mother's naughty words, spoken with her mouth full, sent tingles down my spine and into my balls, getting my jizz ready for a rocket blast down her throat.

"Oh, no," I said, bending over and pulling my hips back, the movement stealing my prick from my mother's lips. "We've got time to make a dirty movie, Mom. I want to see your pussy cream on camera."

Mom pouted. I walked away, half turning to grab her dildo while keeping my phone on her at the same time. I could always edit the sloppiness of my videos later. If some high school dropout on YouTube playing Minecraft could edit their videos, so could I, but it would be just my luck if all of those guys were four-year film majors.

I handed Mom her dildo, and she dropped to her knees on the coffee table. I filmed her stockings and the glossy sleekness they encased her legs in. The pearl slit of her panties opened, and her sexy pussy lips slipped out as her desire swelled her cunny folds and popped her clit out of its hiding spot. I panned the camera upwards, filming Mom's pink-nippled tits followed by her regal features, making her look like a queen who was doing something that no lady of status would ever do in front of a camera, or real in life, where rumors could make or break someone's social status.

But this is real life, I thought, and Mom only does this for me. Cum dripped from my cock, and I walked forward, saying, "Mom, wet your dildo with my precum."

"My son's precum?" Mom asked, reaching forward with a cat-like prowl. "My son's precum on my toy cock?" She pouted, then grabbed my cock with an overhand grip and rubbed her thumb over my piss slit. Then she rubbed what jizz she could over her fake dick. "Mommies shouldn't do this with their sons' precum."

I moaned.

Mom brought the dildo between her tits, their size not enough to pillow the fat cock in her hands. She held her dildo by its shaft as she cradled its balls, looking down and releasing a thick wad of whitish spit onto the knob. With a soft moan, she fucked the cock between her little tits, stroking the shaft and letting more spit fall from her mouth. The nastiness of seeing my mother acting so slutty sent my pulse into overdrive.

"You're so fucking sexy," I said, moving around and capturing my mother's body at different angles. "You're such a slutty mother for your titty-fucking dildo."

"For you," Mom said, eyeing the camera. "I'm titty-fucking this piece of meat for my son." She winked, nibbled her lip, looking coy, and then she opened her lips and slid the tip of her spit-covered prick into her mouth.

I groaned.

Mom moaned around her toy dick; her sounds hungry and desperate, almost whiny. I watched her gobble up the cock, take the stalk down her throat, gag, pull off, gasp for breath, and go back for more. I should have made her wear mascara. Next time, I would. She pulled the cock from her mouth and tapped it against her tongue. I reached down to stroke my cock, and Mom reached out her hand, using her fingers to call me to her. I came, letting her wrap her fingers around my prick and jerk me off as she sucked her silicone dick fast and hard.

Fuck, I thought, her jaw is going to be sore. My mother didn't seem to be the type of woman who believed in showing herself mercy. You're a great man, Dad, but you should have treated Mom like a whore every once in a while. Then again, thankfully, he hadn't.

I pulled away, my cock waving back and forth in front of Mom and just out of her reach. She glared at me, then at the camera, and her anger gave me goosebumps. She lowered her dildo to the coffee table and stuck its suction cup base to the glass, the long, curved shaft sticking straight into the air.

"Are you gonna make Momma fuck this dick, baby?" Mom asked, looking at my camera. "You gonna make my little pussy handle this big, monster dick?"

"Yeah," I said, breathing hard.

"You sure, baby?" Mom straddled the cock with her knees, looking down at the dick and then at me. She spread her knees to the sides, lowering her pussy toward the thick knob staring up at her hole. "You're going to make my little pussy take this beast?"

"No choice," I whispered. "I want to see my mother come."

The cockhead touched the pearl slit of my mother's crotchless panties right before they kissed her glistening lips. I zoomed in, and Mom uttered a deep, "Uh," as the crown opened her pussyhole and found a home within her pink channel.

"So thick," Mom whispered, sighing as the corona passed her lips, followed by the neck. Her knees continued to spread, forcing her soft pussy to gobble up more of the cock. "But not as thick as my son's, right, Mark?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "My dick is much bigger."

Mom's knees continued to spread, her pectineus muscles straining outward from where they connected her inner thighs to her pussy slope. I sighed, knelt, and zoomed in on my mother's small lips as they slid over the dildo's shaft.

"I didn't know you could do the splits," I said as Mom's thighs bent ninety degrees to the sides, allowing her cunny to swallow the cock down to its balls.

"Ungh," Mom grunted as the last of the cock disappeared inside of her. "I danced when I was younger, and I do yoga now." Mom moaned, closing her eyes as her face displayed the pleasure coursing through her twat. "The splits are one of the few things your father doesn't mind me doing for him in bed."

I growled and said, "Is it strange that I want to double-team you with Dad?"

Mom giggled, leaned forward, and opened her eyes. "No," she said, speaking with a throaty purr to her voice. "I want both of you to double-team me too." She released a low ah sound that made her body roll with a sexy, serpentine wave. "Pussy and mouth. Mouth and ass." She turned her head slightly, uttering a low, ooh, from her lips. "Pussy and ass?" She nodded her head. "Yeah, baby? Would you fuck me in the ass while your father strokes my pussy with his cock?"

"Jesus, fuck, Mom," I whispered, walking toward her. "You need to suck my cock before your words make me waste my load."

"Come here," Mom said, laughing. "And stuff your mother's mouth with that incest-dick."

I stepped forward, using two hands on my phone as Mom gently grabbed me by the balls and pulled me to her mouth. She didn't stop fucking herself, using the muscles in her thighs to bounce her pear-shaped ass up and down. I filmed over her head and behind her back, getting a downward view of her flexing butt cheeks. Glimmers of sweat appeared on her skin, and the meat of her buns looked thick and juicy beneath the strain of her motions.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as Mom swallowed my knob, taking time to lick the precum from my slit before polishing my glans and tracing my corona. Mom's fingers moved around my balls, rubbing and caressing them, making me shiver. When I looked down, I saw she had her hand pressed to her mound, her fingers diddling her clitty with quick, side-to-side strokes.

I let go of my phone with my left hand and brought it to Mom's head, easing her mouth down my shaft as I humped my meat-pole forward. Mom continued to roll my balls, her fingers moving faster as her garbled whimpers rose in pitch. My skin tingled, and my balls prickled, the sack tightening as my cannon got ready to fire off a massive load of spunk.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, Mom." My breathing turned rapid as my short hairs stood on end.

My thighs tensed, then trembled, and I flexed the head of my cock as my orgasm started to buzz through my dick. I waited, holding out for as long as I could, using every ounce of control I had to keep from coming until I heard my mother's cries of pleasure explode through her cock-sucking lips.

When she came, howling around my glans, I came, yelling, "Oh, fuck Mom, swallow my load! Swallow it all!"

Gulping noises followed, and Mom spat saliva and jizz from her flaring cheeks. She pulled off my cock, catching a thick spurt of cream across her face. The next shot landed on her tits and the last in her hand. I fell back as Mom fell to the side, landing on her hip and swinging her legs forward. She fell back as I crashed to the couch, and we spent the next several minutes catching our breaths as I filmed her resting body.

"Did you get that?" Mom finally asked, her voice almost accusing. "Did you get what you made your mother do on video?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "I got it all."

"Good." Mom smiled. "Download it, but don't keep it on your phone, and don't upload it to any cloud-based storage systems."

I smiled and said, "As soon as I get upstairs, I'll get it off my phone."

Mom smiled, nodded, and slowly stood, dragging herself upstairs to get to work. I lay back and sighed. I still had to tell her about Jenna.

Sex can wear a young man out. I slept again after I had downloaded Mom's video to my computer. Then I downloaded the video to a flash drive, which I tossed into my desk drawer, which I locked. I never had to worry about anyone going through my room before. Jenna had never asked me to let her snoop around, so I had no fear of discovery, but it still made me feel better to lock the drawer. Mom would die if that video ever got out.

And yet she let you take it, I thought as I closed my eyes and went to bed.

I woke an hour and a half before Dad was supposed to be home. Jenna had texted me, giving me a time to meet her at her house so her father could discuss the future of our sex lives with my parents. It made me laugh. That would have felt weird a week ago, but now, the thought of talking to our parents about my sex life didn't even make me blush.

I found my mother in the pool, swimming, and when she saw me standing in the sliding, glass patio doorway, she swam to the stairs, stood, walked out with water dripping from her sun-gold skin. She headed into the house, saying, "I need a shower. Do you want to dry me off?"

Fuck, I thought, I hope I have enough dick left for Jenna tonight.

Upstairs, for the next hour, I spent my time kissing my mother between her legs, licking the insides of her thighs, then slow-feeding my cock into her pussy while she held onto my ass with her legs drawn up and her knees bent to the sides. I made love to her, minus the parts where I told her how tight her pussy was and how hard she made me and asking her: "Why does your pussy get so wet for your son? Huh, Mom, why's your little kitty so bad for me?"

Whenever I mentioned our mother/son relationship, Mom closed her eyes and released a deeper moan, as if my words had brought her as much pleasure as my cock. We showered together, dried off, and I waited for Dad to come home so I could walk into the living, stand in front of the left side couch that we never used, and say, "Mom, Dad: Jenna's parents would like to talk to you tonight at six. It's about the future of my relationship with Jenna."

"What about the future?" Mom asked.

I shrugged, saying, "Dunno, but I'm sure it has to do with sex."

Dad shook his head and said, "You know, when I had you, I thought to myself, 'I can't wait for the day that I can broker the deal for my son's virginity." He laughed, smiling to himself. "You are a virgin, right? If you're sleeping with Jenna despite the warnings, what's the point?"

"Jenna and I are virgins," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "If I were going to cheat, I'd have to love that woman even more than I love Jenna."

Dad blew out his lips and mumbled, "Teen bullshit."

Mom stared at me, straight-lipped but not flat-faced. Her cheeks held a little color while amusement rippled beneath her expression, coming to life in her green eyes as a twinkle of light.

"Sure," Mom said, her tone disguising whatever it was she was thinking. "Six. Let him know we'll be there."

I nodded and went upstairs, texting Jenna to expect us at six.

The front door to Jenna's house opened as I led the way up the stairs to her home. My girlfriend appeared at the threshold with a smile on her face. She had dressed in a black shirt and short white shorts, her long legs and thick thighs as golden as my mother's. I smiled, stepped to her, and hugged her before she could speak.

"It feels like forever," I whispered to her.

"I know," she whispered, then stepped back to say, "Hello Mrs. and Mr. Hornsby. My parents are relaxing in the living room."

We entered the house and followed Jenna to her parents, where after our hellos, Charles said, "Mark, I know you're an adult, but I'd like to talk to your parents in private for a few minutes."

"Sure," I said, smiling.

His eyes focused on my smile, and I could read the thoughts swimming behind them. I can't believe this shit is happening, they thought, along with some mumbled curses for his daughter and me.

"Let's go to my room," Jenna said, smiling and grabbing my hand. Her eyes were bright and behind them tumbled thoughts that were nothing like her father's.

"You two can wait out front," Mr. Mason said. "This shouldn't take long."

I nodded.

Jenna rolled her eyes, and we stepped outside onto her porch. I took a seat on the wooden bench overlooking the waist-high, wooden fence. Jenna climbed into my lap, throwing her left arm around my shoulder and palming my left cheek with her right hand. I slipped my arms around her waist, interlocking my fingers along her right side. After a quick smile, she lowered her lips to mine, giving me a kiss that ended with our tongues sliding away from each other.

"Do you know what he's going to say?" I asked after I licked the traces of her saliva from my lips.

"No." Jenna shook her head. "He didn't write a speech, but it's going to be about getting you between my legs."

I laughed. "You know, you may talk dirty, but you look so cute when you do."

"I know," Jenna said, rolling her eyes again. "I love it, and I hate it. I'm too cute to pull off that slutty vibe."

I smiled, thinking, Good. No wonder why Dad puts Mom on a pedestal. It's... nice.

"What are you thinking?" Jenna asked.

"That this is nice." I hugged her closer to me. "I'm holding you again. We're going to have sex." I cheated on you. "I've missed this."

"Me too, and it's only been a week."

Our lips met again, and they didn't part until the front door opened, and Jenna's mom stepped onto the porch. She coughed since Jenna wouldn't pull away from me and said, "You're going to have a lot of time for that later tonight, so knock it off. We'd like to talk to you now."

Jenna pulled away, her eyes only for me, then she took a deep breath and stood, keeping her left hand connected to my right as she did. "Okay, Mom, we'll be right in."

Her Mom didn't close the door when she disappeared back inside. I stood and slid my hands around Jenna's back, then moved them down to her ass, my left stopping on the thick crescent of her teenage ass, but my right hand kept going, finding the center groove between her cheeks, moving lower to the cleft between her legs, and taking hold of her pussy from behind.

"Ooh," Jenna said, her eyes and smile widening. "Daddy."

"I guess this pussy belongs to me now," I said, though my voice didn't match the gritty, dominant tone I used with my mother.

"Oh, it's always belonged to you, Daddy," Jenna whispered, her tone as amused as mine had been.

I pressed my lips to Jenna's one more time before leading her inside...

"Rules," Mr. Mason said as he stood in front of his TV. "These are the rules that you two must follow if you want to have a sexual relationship with our blessing."

"With your blessing," Mom said. "I've never had a problem with our children's relationship."

Mr. Mason nodded his head, but I could tell he wanted to shake it.

Dad breathed in and out.

In and out.

In...

... and out.

Mrs. Mason smiled at Jenna and me, slipping us a not so silent wink of reassurance as Mr. Mason readied himself to repeat his rules for banging his teenage daughter.

I hadn't been there for the conversation that Mr. Mason had had with my parents when he had threatened to keep his daughter from seeing me. And it was Mr. Mason because Jenna's mom loved me. When my parents had come home from the Mason house after Mr. Mason had laid down the law, I could tell there had been harsh words exchanged between him and my parents. I never asked what those words were, but by my mother's tone and my father's sharp jokes, I knew that Mr. Mason had probably been just as pissed off as they had been.

"The rules are simple," Mr. Mason said, his voice as tight as his body and his eyes sliding toward my mother, "that way, there will be no misunderstandings. I've even texted the rules to your parents, Mark, with my authorization allowing you to have a sexual relationship with my daughter. I'll be leaving a voice mail on your phone later, so please don't answer my next call." Once again, his eyes slid toward my mother. Their movements were twitchy, as if he were trying not to look at her. "There will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I haven't consented to your adult relationship with my daughter."

Fuck me, but I wanted to shout, "We are adults!"

"Thank you, Daddy," Jenna said, pulling away from me and letting go of my hand when our arms couldn't stretch any further. She hugged her father, bounced against him, her big tits moving up and down like a paintbrush against his chest.

"Easy, Jenna," Mrs. Mason said. "Your father isn't giving you a pony."

"Mark may not be a pony," Dad said with his casual indifference to good ol' fashion decency, "but he's still something she can ride."

For a moment, everyone remained quiet, then Mrs. Mason and Mom laughed at the same time. The pitch of their humor matched each other's as if uttered by one person. I laughed. Jenna's cheeks turned red, and Dad chuckled to himself. Mr. Mason breathed in and out. In and out. In... and out. But when he spoke again, the tightness had left his voice, and his body visibly relaxed, becoming smaller as his muscles lost their tension.

"You and Jenna may sleep with each other on the weekends and only on the weekends," he said. "Starting at 6 p.m. on Friday and ending at the same time on Sunday. You can only sleep with each other at each other's homes. Those are the only two places: cars, hotels, the homes of your friends, or anywhere else, is off-limits. You will always use condoms. Your grades will remain at 'A' levels. There will be no pictures of Jenna on anyone's phone or digital devices, or anywhere else. Period. One slip, and it's over for you two. And you will always use condoms."

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"You said that already," Mrs. Mason said.

"Maybe he wants them to double wrap," Dad said.

Everyone laughed again, even Mr. Mason, though his laughter ended first.

"If you become pregnant," Mr. Mason said, looking down at his daughter, "you will tell us as soon as you find out. This is not something you may hide from us, no matter how scared you may be. There will be no secrets between us, do you understand me?"

"That's right," Dad said. "We want to know what positions you use--"

"Enough," Mom said, but she was laughing.

"Yes, Daddy," Jenna said after some of the laughter had died away.

"Mark?" Mom asked.

"No secrets," I said, nodding. "I promise."

"Homes, condoms, grades, pregnancy," Mr. Mason continued, "that's it. Those are our four rules. If you agree to our rules, you can sleep with each other, but if you break any of them, your sexual relationship is over until Jenna graduates from college and moves out of this home."

"Dad!"

"We'll talk again in a couple of years."

"Then we agree," Jenna and I said at the same time, which brought more laughter from our mothers.

Mrs. Mason leaned back on the couch, an odd smile on her face as she said, "Oh, wouldn't it be great to be that excited about sex again?"

Mom burst out laughing, as did Dad.

"Thanks, Lorraine," Mr. Mason said. "Thanks a lot."

"That's not what I meant," she said, her eyes widening and her cheeks swimming with pink. She looked at Mom. "He's really very good in bed."

As everyone but Mr. Mason laughed, Jenna snuck off to pack her overnight bag. She was sleeping at my house tonight, in my bed, though we weren't planning on doing much sleeping. Mom's expression looked no different than anyone else's, but I knew the truth behind her eyes. I felt the heat of her emerald greens whenever she looked at me, and I saw her lips tighten, and her cheeks sag (as much as they could), but as I said, I was the only one who noticed.

It's okay, Mom, I tried to tell her with my eyes. You're still my pussy, and I'm still your son. Nothing is going to change between us. But I needed to show her that nothing would change before I took Jenna into my bed. How was I going to do that? I didn't know, but now that I had her, nothing was going to take my mother away from me--nothing.

21

Reassuring Mom Taking Jenna's Virginity

"All right, you two," Dad said as soon as we entered our house. "Whatever you do up there, I want you to keep it down. Don't feel like you have to go all the way--"

"--Dad--"

"--just because you can." Dad looked at Mom. "You know what; I'm going to take a pill and have a drink or two. Do you want a pill?"

"You're still having sleeping problems, Mr. Hornsby?" Jenna asked.

"Some nights more than others," Dad said. "Deb, do you want a pill?"

Mom sighed and said, "Sure." Her eyes slid toward me. "Why not?"

I tried to will some reassurance into my mother's mind as I said, "Come on, Jenna, let's go upstairs."

"Bye," Jenna said to my parents, waving for some reason.

"Hey," Dad said, not quite looking at us. "Stick to Mark's side of the upstairs, and when either you leave your room, you do so fully clothed."

"Let them go," Mom said, sighing.

I grabbed Jenna's right hand and pulled her away. She wore a big smile the entire way to my room. She opened the door for us, and I tossed her backpack onto my bed, then I shut the door behind me and locked it.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" I asked.

Jenna giggled and slapped my chest.

"I'm going to make my dick double in size."

"You pervert." Jenna put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a long meeting of our tongues. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We don't have to use condoms."

I raised my eyebrows. "I love you, but I'm not ready to be a father."

"That's not what I mean," Jenna said, laughing. "Mom took me to the doctors a few weeks ago, and we got a prescription for birth control. Mom's been my age too, and Dad wasn't her first. I've been on it for two weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Jenna smiled. "We're gonna tell my dad soon. I'm going to give the condoms to our friends."

I laughed.

"So you can fuck me bareback," Jenna said; her words were soft and coy. "I need to get ready for you. Give me ten minutes."

"Get ready?" I kissed her again. "What are you going to do?"

"Shower and change into something special my mother helped me pick out for you."

"Your mother?" I asked, laughing. "She's helping you pick out your sex clothes?"

"You're the one who told me to kiss my dad."

"Tease your dad."

"You still told me too, Daddy." Jenna's lips stretched into a sly smile beneath her red cheeks. "You're responsible for everything kinky that I've ever done. You don't get to judge me for what I do with my mother."

"You're right; I don't," I said. How would Jenna judge me for what I did with my mother? "I'm positive she has great taste."

"Give me ten minutes."

"Wait." This was my chance to get Mom alone. "You say ten minutes to get ready, but that means thirty. Take an hour and text me when you're ready for me."

"Ooh, I'm ready for you now," Jenna whispered. She licked her lips. "How about you help me take a shower, and then I'll spend the next thirty minutes getting ready."

My cock thickened, and I licked my lips, nodding, then said, "Let's get you clean, little girl."

"You're so nasty for an old man."

We laughed. Jenna took off her socks and shoes before we stepped out of my room and into the hallway. She walked lightly, her steps soft and measured, and she even looked over her shoulder once, not at me, but behind me.

"We don't have to sneak around," I whispered.

"I know," Jenna said, releasing her tension with a soft giggle. "Habit."

"We'll get used to it. It won't be as hard as you think."

"Oh, it better be," Jenna said, reaching back as she pushed open the bathroom door to press her palm against my cock. "And it's getting there."

I laughed. A week ago, I would have been rock solid by now and wearing out the threads holding the crotch of my jeans together. It was amazing how a little bit of pussy could calm down a man's habit of getting an instant erection at the thought of sex--though if I couldn't get hard as soon as Jenna undressed, I was going to think there was something wrong with me.

Jenna flicked on the lights once she stepped into the restroom. I closed the door, locked it, and slid my hands around her from behind, my fingers meeting beneath her breasts. My hands moved upward, cupping the fullness of her tits and pulling her to me. Her bra must have been thin because nothing dampened her tit's softness as I gave them a firm squeeze. Still holding her twin mounds, I turned us around until my back was to the shower, and her front faced the door.

"I'll get the shower started," I said, stepping away from her. "Then I'll undress you, then I'll bathe you, and then I'll make you come."

"Then you're going to have to clean my pussy afterward," Jenna whispered. "With your tongue."

"You don't have to worry about that," I said as I turned the shower's water handles. "I've had a week to build up my appetite for you." Once I had the warm water pouring from the showerhead, I turned around and walked toward Jenna, who looked up at me with her lips pressed together and that ever-present smile on her face. "Ready?"

Jenna nodded her head.

I pulled her by the hands toward the toilet, where I sat down and looked up at her. I ran my fingers along the hem of her shirt, which hung an inch above her shorts and showed off a thin band of her golden skin. My touch feathered her, causing goosebumps to rise across her arms. Jenna nibbled her lower lip as I moved my fingers downward, finding the button to her shorts and twisting the metallic circle through its threaded slit. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I found her zipper and pulled it downward, stopping even with the slope of her mound as her shorts opened for me.

"They're tight," Jenna said, looking down at my hands. "You're going to have to tug them pretty hard to get them off me."

"We're going to do a lot of things pretty hard tonight," I said, my cock thickening against my jeans.

Jenna's blush deepened.

I folded the waistline of her shorts downward and pulled. She wasn't kidding. I had to shimmy her shorts down her thighs one side at a time. Each short pull exposed more of her white cotton panties, the kind that hugged her mound and created a heart shape across her ass, leaving the bottoms of her round cheeks exposed. They were cute panties. Innocent panties. A virgin's panties.

"Like them?" Jenna asked.

"Love them." They made my cock ache, and I could feel the stiffness pulsating outward from the center of my drumstick. "You should wear your little girl panties more often."

"But I like wearing my sexy panties for you, Daddy."

I smiled as I pushed her shorts down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and I went for her panties. I stopped pulling them down around the middle of her thighs, saying, "Spread your legs." She did, turning her panties into a tight roll stretched between her thighs. The warmth of her skin flowed into my hands as I ran my palms over her legs and up to the bottom of her naked ass, pulling her closer to me as I lowered my head toward her bald pussy.

I was too tall to get my mouth on her twat, but I pressed my forehead to her waist and breathed in, the hot scent of her sex filling my nostrils with her sweet smell. My head swam, the world brightened, and Jenna laughed as I growled and kissed her as low on her mound as I could manage. Her panties fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Fuck, my cock hurts, I thought.

Jenna's shirt came next, and I pulled her close to me with my knees open and my ass on the edge of the toilet's cover. As I pushed her shirt up her body, she helped, crossing her arms and grabbing the hem, using it to tug her shirt over her head as I laid my thumbs along the bottom swells of her big breasts. I wrapped my fingers around mounds and sucked her thick nipples into my mouth one at a time.

"Mmm," Jenna sighed, then continued speaking in a forceful, pouty whine. "It feels so good that we don't have to hide it anymore, baby."

"Daddy," I whispered around her tit, wondering how fast Mom's heartbeat thumped whenever I called her Mom. "Call me 'Daddy' from now on."

"Even in front of our parents?" Jenna teased.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Always, from now on."

I'm too into incest, I thought as I sucked harder on her right tit, squeezing her flesh and feeling it cave in and spring back to its original roundness the moment I eased the pressure of my grip. Jenna moaned and gasped, her body moving in a serpentine wave. She grabbed the back of my head, slipping her fingers through my hair and taking a firm grip.

"Aw, Daddy," Jenna whimpered as I sucked on her nubs. "Fuck. You've gotten really good at this."

I smiled, wondering how long I'd be able to keep my incest secret from her. Not forever, my cock whispered, because we want both pussies at the same time.

Fuck off, I thought back. I'm a gentleman.

"I need to shower, Daddy," Jenna whispered, her breathing causing her tits to swell. "I need to shower so we can fuck."

I growled as I turned her toward the shower, dropping my right hand around her side and taking her centaur-ass in my hand, squeezing it hard. So different from Mom's ass. There was no such thing as loving one single body type. No fucking way. My preference came in all shapes and sizes: short, plump, tall, slender, hard, soft, skinny--whatever. I liked them all.

"I'm getting in with you," I said, pushing the sliding glass door open.

"Do it," Jenna said as she stepped into the shower. "Taking a shower with my Daddy in his parents' home is so naughty."

I left the door open as I stripped, watching Jenna the entire time, the water splashing against her body and breaking into tiny globes that exploded against whatever they struck. Jenna's eyes stayed on my body, her ever-present smile widening as my shirt hit the floor and my pants came undone. She nibbled her lower lip as my dick came into view, and her eyes widened as the full, erect size pointed straight at her. She looked like a bird, stunned and looking for an escape, and I didn't blame her. My cock stood hard and proud, like a thick piece of unbendable rebar, swollen and purple with the strain of taking on a Viagra-like stiffness.

"I don't think I've ever been this big before," I whispered, leaving out the with you part. Mom had seen my cock this angry and hungry on more than one occasion, and my mother would again... for the rest of her life.

"Your cock looks so yummy," Jenna said with a tremor running through her voice, "but so big, too." I stepped into the shower, my spongy tip pressing into her firm tummy and then sliding upward as I stepped closer to her, the underside pushing against her stomach and the head pointed at her tits. "You can't just ram that dick into me, Mark."

I laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"I won't," I whispered. "I'll be even gentler than you need me to be."

"You do love me," Jenna said, looking upward into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, interlocking her fingers as she rubbed her stomach against my cock with swaying, side-to-side motions. "Misty, Sarah, and Katie all said their boyfriends just rammed their cocks into them their first times like it was some apartment-fuck porno scene with a rapist with a camera. I don't want that, Mark."

"I'm not going to do that, either." I lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to hers and turning my head, so our mouths slid together. Our tongues met, licked, and traded spit. "I've been doing a lot of research this week, and my cock is going to melt right into your hot, little pussyhole. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Trust me?"

"With all my heart," Jenna whispered, her words causing a pleasure-filled chill to race across my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Did Mom make Dad feel like this?

"We should hurry," I whispered. "I need to find out if I can reach your heart with my cock."

Laughter exploded from Jenna's lips, and I thought, Oh, man, that didn't sound romantic at all. We separated, though Jenna reached down and grabbed my prick, stroking it as I grabbed the body wash, uncapped it, and poured some into my left palm. I sighed as she soothed the ache in my shaft, my cock so hard that it felt numb.

I started with Jenna's face, working my way down to her shoulders and arms, then moving to her tits. I soaped them up as the water continuously washed the lather away. I leaned down and kissed each of her pink nipples before taking them into my mouth one by one. My body continued to move lower, my knees touching the bottom of the tub, leaving my mouth below Jenna's breasts. She leaned downward, bending at the waist, her perky tits fighting gravity as she fed me her nipple-buds, my tongue licking around them, flicking them, doing its best to bend them before I sucked them into my mouth once again.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy," Jenna whimpered. "You're making me so wet. My nipples are--mmm, god--tingling. I feel it in my pussy."

I smiled, then said, "Turn around."

Jenna did, though I caught her right nipple between my teeth. As she pulled away, her puckered flesh stretched and stretched, making her gasp when the nub escaped my grasp.

Jenna faced away from me, her back muscular from years of athletics: soccer, softball, and dance when she was younger, but still practiced, though not as much. I ran my soapy hands over her skin, tickling her sides and pushing on the middle of her back after I had cleaned it. Jenna bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs, giving me full access to her bubble butt and the sweet softness below her cheeks and between her thighs. This was not our first shower together.

"You gonna eat my asshole too, Daddy?" Jenna whispered, her excitement making her voice tremble.

"Do you want me to, baby?"

"I feel nasty tonight." Jenna shook her ass, twerking her butt meat for me. Her cheeks opened and closed, her pussy bounced, and her butt rippled, making my head nod. "I want you to eat my ass, Daddy. Eat my dirty ass."

My eyes feasted on her pink asshole. I thought, That's as clean an ass as a woman can have.

I soaped Jenna's legs, the front, and back, the insides of her thighs, moving as close to her outer pussy lips as I could without covering them in suds. Next, I did her ass cheeks, then her crack, the soap running down her pussy, and falling onto the tub. I saved her pussy for last, reaching around her body to wash her stomach and waist, her hairless mound, her tits once again, then cupping her pussy from behind and running my hands through her folds, being careful to not push into her slit. I waited until all traces of the soap had vanished from our skin before grabbing each of her ass cheeks, spreading them open, and pressing my tongue against her pink butthole.

"Shit!" Jenna gasped as soon as my tongue tickled the rougher sides of her crinkled pucker. "Fuck!"

I licked around Jenna's rosebud while massaging her legs with my hands, their outsides, and then insides, moving up to her pussy where I traced the line of her pink seam. Jenna's knees trembled, her butt moving up and down, and I chased her asshole with my tongue. I licked through her crack and played with her perineum, but I stayed away from her pussy as I eased my right forefinger into the creamy center of her honeypot.

"Oh, baby," Jenna whispered.

I smiled, thinking about spanking her for not calling me Daddy, but I'd save that for another day. Instead, I pumped her wet kitty with slow strokes, turning my finger as I did and probing deeper into her muff after each thrust until I had my finger buried to its last knuckle within her channel.

"I've missed this," Jenna said, her voice throaty. She sounded like a young woman instead of a teen girl. She fucked her cunny back against me, trying to sit on my finger and forcing me to push back against her ass with my left hand as she reached back, grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth hard against her asshole. "So good. Mmm, so fucking good. Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!"

I eased my middle finger next to my forefinger, pushing Jenna's pussy lips open and finding her small hole, the membrane of her virginity made her opening smaller. There wasn't much of it left, but there was still some there--other than our fingers, Jenna hadn't spent much time slipping things into her pussy. I eased my finger into her, giving her two side by side, then turning them vertical, then turning them side by side again, corkscrewing my digits into her tiny twat tunnel. I found her G-spot and rubbed, pushing my thumb against her fat clit and forming a three-pronged pussy hook that worked her cunny's most sensitive parts at the same time.

"Oh, shit, oh-shit, oh-shit!" Jenna whimpered.

I grabbed her left hip, doing my best to hold her bucking body still. She fucked her twat onto my fingers, and she tried to run away, whining when I pushed my tongue against her asshole again. When I worked her clit faster, she clenched her teeth together and uttered harsh whooshes of breath. Within minutes her insides went from warm to hot, and thick, honey-like nectar began dripping from her snatch. A few more minutes of this, and Jenna bent her knees, clenched her pussy tight, and came on my fingers as her legs shook. As her cum flowed, her cries filled the bathroom with the sounds of her pleasure.

"Oh, baby, Mark, Daddy," Jenna panted as she slid to the shower floor to recover her breath. "It's never been that good before."

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"Like I said," I said, standing, "I've been doing my research. I'm gonna let you finish showering. Then I'm gonna let you get ready for me. When you are, text me; I'll be downstairs."

"What about your cock?" Jenna asked, looking at my swollen prick. "Don't you want me to help you with that big guy?"

"You're so cute." I smiled. "You'll help me later. I want to save my first big nut of the night for you."

"We're not going to use condoms, right?"

I laughed and said, "No fucking way. See you in about half an hour?"

Jenna nodded her head, then said, "Maybe forty-five minutes. Maybe ten. I don't know. I'm going to hurry up."

I stepped out of the shower, thinking, Sure you will, as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom's closet and dried off before heading to my room.

Jenna was still in the shower by the time I had dressed, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs with my dick half-hard without a hint of it growing softer. Half an hour had passed since Jenna had stepped into the house. I found Mom on the couch, wearing loose, lavender boyshorts and a buttoned-up pajama shirt, both made of glossy satin. She had her hair tied in a bun, and she was alone, watching TV with the sound on low. Mom watched me walk downstairs from her usual spot on the back couch. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my missing father. I didn't see him, nor could I hear him in the kitchen or the game room that we never used.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"Problem?" Mom turned on the couch, bringing her legs up and resting her back against the armrest as she looked over the couch at me.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Where's Dad?"

"He took a pill and three quick shots," Mom said. "He's sleeping by now."

"Jenna's getting ready for me," I said. "I'm giving her time to put on her makeup, her panties, and a special outfit that her mother helped her pick out for tonight."

Mom raised an eyebrow.

"Probably a nightie or a teddy," I said, my cock growing with each word and easily visible to my mother's eyes. "Nothing like what you wear for me."

"What you make me wear for you," Mom whispered.

"Oh, yeah," I said, stopping beside her and placing my hands on the top of the couch's backrest. "What I make you wear." I looked down at Mom. My eyes roamed over her body as my tented shorts peeked over the back of the couch. "I'm gonna make you do something else before I go back upstairs."

"Yeah?" Mom swallowed, her throat rippling. "What's that?"

I smiled...

"Uh, uh, uh--fuck--uh!"

My mother grunted her moans into the pillow between her teeth. Jenna was upstairs, in my room by now, trying on her clothes and putting on her makeup and getting ready to have sex for the first time. Dad was in his room with a sleeping pill coursing through his veins and whiskey warming his blood--nothing to worry about from him. Mom was with me, downstairs, completely naked, lying on her stomach and biting a couch pillow, so the moans my deep-digging cock forced from her throat didn't wake the neighborhood.

I lay atop my mother, still clothed, my shorts pushed below my ass and balls as I fucked her hard in the prone position, raising my butt into the air and then driving my dick back into her juicy pussyhole. Wet sounds squished with each thrust, almost overpowering the volume of the TV, which I had turned up to cover our fuck sounds. I had sent a text to Jenna, telling her that my mother had turned up the TV--in case we got too loud--and I told Jenna to text me as soon as she was ready for me. She promised she would.

"Uh, fuck, uh, uh, uh--fuck!" Mom continued grunting, never releasing the pillow from her mouth.

The plop, plop, plop noises of my hips slapping Mom's ass came several seconds apart. I wasn't fucking my mother fast, just hard, reminding her that her pussy belonged to me and always would. That was the point I was trying to get across, and I hoped my mother understood it.

"That's right, Mom," I panted in her ear. "Take it. Take my dick. Oh, fuck, take your son's dick."

"Mmm, mmm, fuck," Mom whimpered.

I pushed deep into her creamy muff, my left hand around her throat and my right atop her head as though I had to hold her in place. I ground my hips against her tender butt cheeks, feeling my cock up in her guts, her wet muscles gripping me tightly--creating a wet friction that had my mushroom tip tingling.

"I need you to come," I whispered, licking my mother's ear. "I need to save my nut for Jenna, but I want you to come on my dick before I make my girlfriend suck it."

"Oh, god," Mom whined, my words sparking that dark flame within her.

"Reach between your legs." I thumped her pussy hard for half a dozen strokes. "Play with your clit and come for me. Be a good piece of pussy for your son." I moaned in her ear. "Give me your cum, Mom. Give your son your cum."

Mom's hand fought to get beneath her body and between her legs. I didn't let up, feeding her fuck-hole every inch of my thickness and pounding my prick through her wet insides. Mom shut her eyes. I let go of her throat and slid my left hand down to her ass, cupping her soft cheek and caressing the firm muscles beneath her skin. Mom's whimpers picked up, her pussy creaming all over my pole and tightening around my shaft with a rippling grip.

"Come, Mom," I whispered. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for your incest-loving son, you sexy slut."

"God!" Mom clenched her jaw and came, her pussy walls wrapping around my dick, attempting to crush my swollen shaft with its tightness. My mother trembled beneath me, her butt shaking and her hips struggling to rise. I kept myself pressed hard against her, flexing my dick and filling every last bit of available space within her cunny to the brim. By the time Mom had finished coming, I was ready to come, and the sexy slut reached further between her legs, stretching her arm and opening her hand as she found my balls and caressed them with her delicate fingers.

"God damn it," I gasped, breathless as my entire body shook and poured an extra thick helping of jizz up my mother's cooze. I gave her so much cum that my sticky seed spilled from her pussy even as her little lips sucked on my shaft.

"Thank you, baby," Mom said, breathing hard. "Mommy needed that so much."

I pushed myself up on my arms and pulled my hips back, watching my softening cock slip from my mother's cum-filled clam. My dick hit her thighs, and I plopped it between her ass cheeks. Getting to my knees, I squeezed Mom's butt and used the next several minutes to wipe my prick clean on her booty, then I grabbed her shorts and used those to give my cock one last wipe.

"After I exhaust Jenna, I'm coming down here to see you tonight," I said, getting up from the couch and pulling up my shorts. "I'm going to make you lick her pussy juice off my cock."

"You nasty, nasty boy," Mom said, sounding exhausted. "The things you make me do..."

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered, leaning over her and pressing my lips to her cheek. "Because of you, your one-day daughter-in-law is going to have the experience of a lifetime." I gave her pear-shaped ass several soft, good-girl pats and deep squeezes.

The corner of Mom's lips pulled into a smile.

I grabbed my phone and went upstairs, stopping in my hallway bathroom to rinse the scent of sex from my body. Just because I wanted Jenna to taste my mother's cum on my cock didn't mean I was dumb enough to make her... yet.

I'm ready for you, Daddy, Jenny texted me nearly ten minutes after my shower. And I've set up my phone and your webcam to record us. Come get your little girl's virgin cunny.

I read the text while standing outside my bathroom, not far from my room, and for the first time that night, my heart jolted into a trot. What had happened to all of my new confidence? I walked to my door, my cock growing to a full, hanging thickness on the verge of turning to steel. Jesus, was I normal, or was I blessed with a magic cock? I was like a guy in a porn story, always hard with a sack full of cum dangling below his rod. If my vigor ever ended, I was bound to fall into a deep depression I would probably never be able to crawl out from under.

I stopped thinking about silly things as soon as my fingers touched my doorknob. I turned it, pushed the door open, and heard the soft sounds of instrumental strings as I stepped inside. Jenna had dimmed my lights to a soft, golden glow augmented by several candles that gave off the scent of lavender as the flames licked away at their waxy bodies.

"Nice," I said, closing the door behind me. "You look beautiful."

She did, standing in front of my bed, wearing a pink peekaboo teddy made of lace and sheer silk that hugged her body like a leotard. She wore pink stockings with bright white welts stamped with pink roses. White garters connected her stockings to her V-cut bodice, and when she spun, she revealed an oval cutout on the back of her panties that showed off the crack of her bubbly, teen ass.

Jesus, I thought, kinda like Mom's lingerie. My cock went from semi-hard to full-blown steel, filling with excitement so fast that a small groan rumbled through my throat.

"Your mom helped you pick that out?" I asked when Jenna had completed her spin. The teddy wasn't all, though; her makeup made her beauty glow, adding five years of maturity to her features and giving me a glimpse of the woman she'd become.

She smiled, her red lipstick making her full lips even fuller. "Classy, yet sexy," Jenna whispered. "Mom isn't like Dad. She knows what a girl wants." Jenna winked, adding in a sing-song voice: "What a girl needs."

"Record us with your phone, too," Jenna said. "Over there."

I turned my head, where she had set up a camera mount to my left that I hadn't noticed because of her beauty. I walked to it, set my camera on it, and looked through the viewfinder until I had the frame centered on my bed, then I hit record. I looked at Jenna and said, "I feel underdressed."

"I think you're overdressed."

I smiled, my hands crossing and grabbing the hem of my shirt. I pulled upward, the movement causing my back to arch and my chest to expand, flexing my muscles in a way I knew Jenna loved. I tossed the shirt aside and pushed my shorts down, freeing my cock in one smooth motion. The big guy bobbed upward, thick and ready for fucking, and already throbbing with the desire to feel the heat between Jenna's virgin pussy lips.

"Mmm," Jenna moaned. "You look so fucking delicious when you're naked." She nibbled her lower lip for a second. "That big cock looks so yummy." She smiled with a shy pull to her lips and a forward head tilt. "Can I taste it?"

"Are you ready for that?" I asked, my cock twitching.

"Yeah," Jenna whispered. "I've been waiting to taste that dick for so long."

"How long?" I walked closer to her, my cock swinging as my hands rose and came to rest on her arms.

"Since forever," Jenna whispered.

"That's not a bad thing," I said.

Jenna shook her head. "No, it's not."

I lowered my head, and Jenna rose onto her toes, meeting my lips halfway. During our kiss, I turned our bodies sideways to the bed, sliding downward and taking her with me. My nakedness caused goosebumps to rise across my skin as my sack hung in the open air for a moment before coming to rest against my inner thighs as I sat. Jenna followed, climbing onto the bed with her knees, her hands finding my chest and pushing me onto the mattress.

"I'm just going to get your cock wet for my little pussy," Jenna whispered as she smiled at me. "I need it between my legs too fucking much to suck you off completely."

I groaned, lying back on my pillows so I could look across my nude body as my girlfriend polished my knob and gobbled down my shaft.

Jenna traced the lines of my muscles as she straddled my thighs, keeping her pussy away from my vertical shaft. She bent over, planting kisses on my chest, licking around my areolas, and flicking the tip of her tongue against my stiff nipples. Her firm tummy pressed into my dick, and then the bottom of her breasts caressed my cock as she continued to plant her lips along my body. She licked my abs and belly button, kissed my treasure trail, and feathered my waist with her tongue as her hands stroked my skin. My dick rested between her tits, pointing downward and straining to rise as her full breasts kept it pinned against my thighs. I moaned several times, and every time I did, Jenna nibbled on my skin, paying close attention to my muscles.

"I'm dripping with precum," I whispered.

"Yummy," Jenna said, moving her head to my right and resting her cheek against my thigh. She gazed at my cock, reaching up with her right hand and cupping my balls. Her left hand slid down to my ass cheek, grasping the curve of my backside.

"You're so hard everywhere," she whispered, her breath finding my cock, "except for here." She rolled my sack, her fingers gentle on my balls as the warmth from her palm relaxed the ache throbbing beneath my wrinkled flesh.

"Oh, that's nice," I sigh-moaned, drawing out the last word. "So fucking nice. You make me tingle all over.."

"Yeah?" Jenna said in a teasing voice. "What does this make you feel?"

Her tongue pressed against my sack, where it connected with my shaft, and she licked upward with a sideways raise of her head. I moaned. Jenna licked downward on my cock, bringing another moan from my lungs. She moved lower and over the tops of my thighs, her lace and silk-covered breasts touching my skin as her tongue swished along my sack.

"Good," I whispered, trembling. "That feels really fucking good."

Jenna laughed. I could hear her smile. She took hold of my cock with her right hand, moving it out of her way as her mouth danced around the base of my dick, her tongue washing my hard flesh with some saliva that she brushed toward my knob. She licked the length of my cock, then the long, thick, dorsal vein running along the underside of my shaft, and finally running the flat of her tongue around the corona circling my crown.

"Yeah, oh, yeah," I moaned.

Jenna licked upward, brushing her tongue across the spongy tip of my prick, the heat from her mouth dampening my crown as she licked me like a lollipop. Pushing on my inner thighs, Jenna forced me to spread them as she lifted her knees and knelt between my legs, her body in the Child's Pose yoga position. She cradled my balls with her left hand while she stroked my thick, saliva-wet shaft with her right hand. She jerked me off from the base of my cock to its neck, her tongue swirling around my glans and collecting the precum that her cock-stroking pumped from my nuts.

"Suck it, baby," I whispered, tightening my ass and forcing my cock toward her mouth. "Give me that mouth."

"Ha," Jenna laugh-breathed. "What mouth?" She licked her lips. "This mouth?" A full, wet, umm, sound followed as she opened her lips wide and swallowed my knob.

"Yeah," I breathed. "That naughty mouth."

I tried hard not to think of my mother as the heat of Jenna's oral-hole billowed over my cock. Mom had experience, knowledge, and practice--she was a completely different woman than Jenna, the Teenager. The difference, outside of technique, was that this was Jenna, someone I had thought would give me my first blowjob, and in a way, with her inexperience and tentative mouth, she was. She didn't gobble my cock down the way my mother could. Jenna went by feel--testing my reactions and easing herself onto my pole half an inch at a time. She gagged sooner than Mom ever had and laughed at the amount of spit that fell from her lips as she did.

"Is it good?" Jenna asked in a quiet, mousy tone.

"Worth the wait and then some," I whispered, looking down into her eyes. "You don't have to stop."

Jenna smiled, then gave me a grin as she tilted her head in that sarcastic oh, really kind of way. But she went back to work, and my cock thanked her by spitting up a healthy glob of clear, cummy liquid that she was sure to taste.

"Mmm," she moaned as she rolled her tongue around my shaft, swinging it left to right and around the sides of my prick, not letting her mouthful of dick keep her from swirling her tongue around my glans.

My thick knob bumped the roof of her mouth and slid against the velvety texture of her tongue. I poked her cheek as she turned her head. My knob followed her cheek back to her throat, hitting her uvula--she gagged, sputtering spit onto my cock--and my sexy little girl tried to take down more of my dick despite her gagging. She gagged again when my tip found her throat-hole just beyond the downward slope of her tongue.

"Ah-umph," Jenna gagged, pulling off my cock, but jerking it quickly. She wiped her eyes, her mascara running, and a double handful of precum shot up from my cock slit.

"You're going to make me come if you keep gagging," I said.

"I like watching girls gag." Jenna sat. "It's sexy." She looked down at my cock. "Do you want me to try again, or are you ready for my pussy?"

I lifted my hand right hand and brushed the side of her cheek. "What are you ready for?" I asked, sliding my thumb across her lips before pulling my hand away.

"I want your cock inside me." Her cheeks turned pinker beneath her makeup as the flickering of candlelight danced across her flesh. "Inside my pussy."

"Okay." I licked my lips. "I'll take care of you."

I put my hands on Jenna's waist. She rested her palms on my shoulders. We leaned into each other as our lips pressed together, then I fell back, taking Jenna with me and running my hands over her lace and silk teddy, the fabric sending goosebumps up my arms and tightening my balls. Jenna fell atop me, her breasts pushing into my chest, and I ran my hands down to her ass, my fingers resting beyond the oval cutout in her onesie's panties, their tips slipping into the crack of her ass. I squeezed her firm butt cheeks, pulled her buns apart, pushed them together, apart and together, my fingers dipping deeper into the heat nestled within her rear cleft.

"Do you want to be on top?" I asked.

Jenna shook her head and slid to the side, her body rubbing my cock and pulling it to the left. I followed her turn, moving above her and sliding legs between hers. My prick hung above her mound, and I pushed my knees up as far as I could. Jenna had to drape the backs of her thighs over my thighs, which opened her pussy even more for me, her cunny pushing upward as though eager for a taste of my dick.

I ran my hands up Jenna's body, cupping the underside of her breasts, squeezing them, then lowering my head to take her left nipple in my mouth. The lace rubbed against my tongue, and my saliva soaked the threads making up her bodice. Jenna moaned, and I moved to her other breast, licked and sucked, nibbled and chewed, then I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms, tugging until I freed her tits and trapped her elbows close to her body.

"Oh, baby," Jenna moaned as I took her nipple into my mouth again. "Mmm, Daddy."

My cock jumped. I knew what Jenna meant when she said Daddy, and maybe one day, I could tell her what I pretended she meant when she called me Daddy.

I moved down her body, taking her teddy with me. My tongue traced the circle of her navel; dipped inside, making her stomach wave. I left her skin wet, kissed her sides, and slid my hands down to her ass after bunching her teddy around her waist. I kissed the edges of her mound, planting my lips against the cut of her muff-triangle outlined by her thighs. She tasted of strawberry and vanilla, hints of herbs, and whatever else her expensive lotions had blended into her skin. Growling, I had to breathe deeply to keep myself from devouring her body the way I would my mother's.

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"So fucking sexy," I whispered against her silk-covered mound. "Your pussy smells so fucking good, like sweet-scented flowers."

Jenna giggled--talking about her pussy's fragrance had a way of making her shy.

Tugging the teddy lower allowed me to kiss her smooth mound, her skin so soft and tender that Jenna must have waxed her pussy earlier. I pulled her teddy lower, thinking, I'd love to fuck her in this, as I pushed her legs straight up and held them together with my left hand so that I could pull her teddy from her body with my right. I looked down at her precious little virgin pussy, her pouty folds swollen between her thighs, looking so pure, and I took my cock in my hand and ran the tip through her bulging cleft. Jenna moaned. I tossed her onesie to the floor, letting go of her legs. Jenna dropped them again, her hamstrings landing on my thighs.

"Do you think your pussy is ready for this dick?" I asked, stroking the full length of my cock, letting her see my swollen size. "Do you think it's gonna fit in your small hole?"

Jenna smiled and shook her head. She narrowed her eyes, giving me a sexy, dirty look.

"Should we try?"

Jenna nodded her head.

"Tell me," I whispered, my blood rising. "Tell Daddy what we should do."

"Ooh, Daddy," Jenna pouted, "I think we should try to get your big, fat dick up my little teen pussyhole."

I moaned. Still holding my cock, I leaned over Jenna and to the left, grabbing a thick pillow, and I slid it against her round ass. Jenna lifted her hips, and I pushed it under her bum. Her body looked like a launching pad, her shoulders low, but her torso angled upward, offering the slope of her mound and the pussy-lipped hole below for sacrifice. I ran the tip of my cock through her silky folds once more, her pussy lips melting softly to the sides while every touch coated my tingling knob in her luscious cream.

"So fucking hot," I whispered. "Your pussy is so fucking hot right now."

"I know, Daddy," Jenna whined. "I'm hot. I'm hot all over." She ran her hands over her big tits, squeezed them, and then moved lower, stopping with her palms against her lower tummy. "And here." She uttered a soft pout. "And here, it's so hot." She ran both hands between her legs, resting them in the hollow between her thighs and cunny. "I need that cock, Daddy. I need it so much."

I ground the underside of my tip against Jenna's hood, giving her clitty several teasing brushes. The way the upper portions of her pussy lips moved beneath my crown fascinated me. I placed my left hand on Jenna's hairless mound, then moved upward until my palm rested between her breasts. The thudding of her heartbeat sent vibrations through my palm.

"Nervous?" I asked.

Jenna nodded, saying, "Excited. Horny. Ready."

"Play with yourself for me," I whispered. "Play with your little pink pearl for me, baby."

I moved my cock out of the way as Jenna moved her right hand from her thigh to her mound, her fore and middle fingers pressing down on her swollen nub and moving the fat jewel in soft, side-to-side motions. I watched her face tremble as I ran my knob through the lower portions of her pussy lips, concentrating my movements over her pussyhole and pushing her folds apart.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah," Jenna moan-whispered, her face twitching in pleasure.

"Baby," I said, licking my lips, "reach below your ass and rub your butthole too."

"God," Jenna gasped as my cock's head split her muff's folds.

Jesus, Mom, what have you turned me into?

Jenna didn't argue. She slid her left hand around the side of her cheek instead of going behind her back. Her middle finger found her pussy-juiced soaked pucker in an instant. "Fuck," she moaned as she massaged her tight crinkle. "Oh fuck, Mark. Fuck, that feels so fucking good." She whimpered. "It feels so naughty and--mmm--nasty to be doing this for you."

I slid my left hand to her tits, cupping them in turn, squeezing them, and pulling on her nipples. Jenna continued to moan, her sounds getting louder and higher in pitch. I kept waving my cock through her slit with fast up and down strokes, making sweet, wet music as her cream dripped onto my knob and fingers. Every couple of seconds, I paused my pussy strokes and gave my dick a quick tug, polishing my shaft with Jenna's slippery lube so I could fuck my big boy into her body as smoothly as possible.

"How's that pussy feel, baby?" I asked, now poking her hole and the remaining membrane of her hymen--that circle of pink flesh that made her hole look so small whenever we pulled her pussy lips to the sides. It wasn't intact, but some of it was still there bordering the entrance to her cunny channel, and as strange as it may have sounded, we had pictures of Jenna's virgin opening with the thin membrane showing.

"It feels good," Jenna said, her voice trembling. "So fucking good, Daddy. Fucking great."

"Tell me when you're about to come," I said, still stroking her slit with the head of my cock while I massaged her body with my left hand, caressing her breasts and sides, her ribs and stomach, the insides of her thighs and the space between her pussy and her asshole.

Jenna's face tightened. She took her lower lip between her teeth, her head turning to the right as her skin turned pink. I slid my left hand between her legs, using my fingers to spread her pussy lips open, creating that pretty pink butterfly between her thighs. I pushed my knob into her, my piss slit kissing her hole while the last of her hymen kissed my glans. Jenna's moans turned into whimpers, then whines. She nodded her head as fast as her fingers moved over her pretty cunny gem, then she cried out, "Daddy, I'm coming!"

I waited until I felt the first jet of warm, honey-like cream squirt from her pussy onto my cock, and then I tightened my ass and pushed my hips forward hard, sending my cock into the buttery softness of her virginity. Jenna's mouth and eyes widened, her pleasure-filled whimpers turning into a single, rough, elongated moan before breaking apart into whimpers of ecstasy. Her no-longer-virgin pussy fought against my thick member as I continued inward. The evidence of her virginity stained my cock as her orgasm clamped her pussy around my shaft with one of the wettest, warmest, and sweetest sensations to ever make me shudder.

"Jesus," I gasped, stopping my thrust as I filled Jenna's cunny with the first five inches of my prick. "Keep coming, baby, keep coming for me."

Jenna's body shook, her left hand flying to the side and grabbing onto my comforter. Her pussy squeezed me, pulling the precum from my balls as her insides sucked hard on my member. I slid my left hand around Jenna's thigh and grabbed her ass, helping her pump her pussy up and down my cock as her orgasm made her thrash. Her right hand had come off her mound, and I placed mine on her smooth skin with my thumb resting along her clitoral hood, the tip pressing down on her magic fuck-button.

"Oh, fuck," Jenna moaned as I gave her tender love-nub some side-to-side joy.

With her ass on the pillow, her legs spread, and her body still shaking, I watched as Jenna danced her pussy on my cock with rolling motions of her hips. Another, smaller orgasm ripped through her right on top of her first. Jenna grabbed my right hand with her left and tried to pull my cock into her. I gave her clitty several more swishes before allowing her to move my hand. Then I spread my knees and bent my back, lowering my upper body over hers until my pectorals lay pressed against her big, perky tits.

"Ready for a fucking?" I asked, my lips against hers, then opening hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth.

"Mm-hmm," Jenna moaned, lapping at my tongue as though we were in a Japanese porno.

I pulled my cock from Jenna and pushed back in, feeding her dripping wet clam the same five inches as before. I used a slow fuck-stroke on my girlfriend, moaning into her ear as her tender softness baked my cock with her warmth. Silky and smooth, with rolling cunny walls that sucked at my shaft with wet pulses, that's what I felt when I buried my prick within Jenna's twat. I went deeper than five-inches, feeling my meat throb as my iron-hard shaft bent to the contours of her channel. The pressure on my rod rolled down to my balls, where my cum roiled. The tingling was so strong that my short hairs stood on end as my sack constricted, sending tingles of ecstasy through my body.

"Fuck, that's a good pussy," I whispered in Jenna's ear, licking her. "So fucking hot around my cock."

"Mmm," Jenna moaned. "Oh, fuck, you're so fucking--uh--hard, Mark."

I had wrapped my arms under Jenna's shoulders, with one hand cradling the back of her head and the other resting atop it, in her hair, ready to hold her in place when I really started to rock her body with my dick. Jenna had lifted her feet from the bed, hooking her heels around my thighs and splaying her knees outward like a pair of wings, making it easier for my cock to slip into the pool of wetness between her legs. But she was so fucking tight, even as creamy as she was, the friction of her insides against my prick made every pass through her channel an ecstasy-filled journey.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck," Jenna moaned, then adding in a whimper, "Fuck, Daddy, that dick gets deep."

I had about a third of my cock left to give her. I smiled against her cheek, the thought, That's what Mom likes, sliding through my mind before I could push it away. "And I'm only going to go deeper," I said, slipping another half-inch of cock into her muff, spreading open the untouched cunny meat within her channel.

"Oh, god," Jenna whimpered. "I can take it, Daddy. I can."

I kissed Jenna's cheek several times before bracing my weight on my knees and forearms and rocking my slick pole deeper into Jenna's creamy folds. I could feel her pussy lips sinking inward with each thrust and chasing my cock outward as I withdrew. I fucked my little girl with slow strokes, picking up speed, then slowing down, listening to her whimpers and whines, her soft moans, and the deep grunts she uttered whenever I fed her teen twat new inches of my prick. Another inch and another, I slipped into her pink box until my balls came to rest against her asshole. Inside of her, I felt something soft rubbing against my glans, causing streams of precum to leave my body. Fuck, but that thread-like stream of jizz made me shiver.

"Oh, Jesus," Jenna groaned, "you're in my guts, Daddy."

"Fuck," I growled, pumping her little pussy faster.

Tiny yelps left Jenna's lips as I humped her pink pussy full of cock meat. I sped up, listening to her cries and adjusting my speed and depth to her moans. Her nipples rubbed my chest, her big titties shook, and sweet, wet, squelching noises sounded from her pussy every time I dipped into her juicy hole.

"That sounds so fucking sexy," I said into Jenna's ear. "Hearing your pussy take my dick--it's talking to me, baby. Faster or slower? How does my little girl want it?"

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck," Jenna moaned. "Faster, Daddy. Mmm, fuck, faster!"

I sped up, moving faster, not harder--Jenna wasn't ready for a hard fucking.

"Yeah, oh yeah," she whimpered. "Oh, god, baby. Oh, fuck, Daddy. I'm getting hot. So fucking hot. Mmm, mmm, fuck!"

Jenna slid her feet up my thighs and over my ass, then crossed her ankles together at the small of my back. Her hands slid from my shoulders down my sides, her body folding as much as it could beneath me as she reached for my ass cheeks, found them, then pulled me into her. She circled her hips, grinding her pussy on my cock as I moved in and out of her tiny twat, never going all the way in, never coming all the way out, and always keeping her pussy half-full of my hard pole. As the signs of her orgasm neared--wetness, creaminess, her cunny walls tightening, and her whimpers growing louder--tingling streams of pleasure swirled my glans, flowing through my shaft and into my balls.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Jenna whispered, panting hard in my ear. "Kiss me, Mark. Kiss me--mmm--Mark."

"Fuck, Jenna," I gasped, finding her lips with mine and pushing my tongue against hers.

Jenna's whimpers continued, filling my mouth as her tongue darted, licked, and stroked mine. The pleasure in the tip of my cock forced my thighs to tremble as Jenna's cunny walls rippled over my shaft. I pushed in deep, as deep as I could, and she uttered a whiny, "Mark," right before she cried out and came.

"Jenna," I moaned as the muscles in my glans turned to liquid, and my balls released an extra thick torrent of creamy cum into my girlfriend's pink depths.

We shook and trembled, my hips pumping my dick into Jenna's pussy with a mind of their own. I shot my cum while fucking my dick into Jenna's hole, spraying her insides with jizz, my cum quickly mixing with her pussy juices, turning into a thick white cream that my cock pulled out with each withdrawal.

"Fuck, oh, fuck," we panted together, our voices merging as my cock softened within her cunny, eventually slipping out of her hole and dragging a thick glob of honey along with it.

"Daddy," Jenna said some minutes later, still breathing hard. "Can we do that again?"

"Fuck yeah," I said as my cock lay on my sack, resting in its half-hard salami state. "I need some water. Do you want some water?"

"Yeah." Jenna purred. "Go get it? I'm going to keep myself warm for you."

I got up from my bed and looked down at Jenna, then a light bulb went off above me, and I said, "Wait." I grabbed my phone from its tripod and held it in front of me as I walked to Jenna. "Let's get a close-up of your freshly fucked pussy."

"Daddy, that's so nasty." Jenna grabbed her pillow, placing it beneath her butt and spreading her legs. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her lower back, creating a downward sloping bridge to her shoulders. "For the best view."

I laughed and zoomed in on her smooth, golden muff. Aside from the deep pink color of her lips, my baby girl's pussy didn't look battered at all. I'm gonna fix that, I thought, then I wondered why it made me so hot when I thought of beating up Jenna's pussy. After several minutes of videoing Jenna with my phone, I set it back on its tripod, grabbed her phone, and made another video of her slippery clam for her. Then I handed the phone to her as she sat up and recorded her snatch herself.

"Your cum is dripping out of me," Jenna whispered. "Look."

I laughed and crawled onto the bed, peering between her wide-open thighs. Thick, white liquid dripped from her pussyhole, staying together like a string of honey.

"Touch it," Jenna whispered.

I slid my right hand between her legs, my fingers extended, and I touched her tender flesh. Wet stickiness greeted my fingers as our cum collected on their tips.

"Feed it to me, Daddy," Jenna whispered. "I want to taste it."

I lifted my fingers to her lips. We met each other's eyes. Beneath my chest, my heartbeat soared as Jenna opened her lips, her expression innocent, shy, and curious. Her pink tongue came out as her cheeks reddened, and then I slid my cum-coated fingertips into her mouth.

Jenna sucked, and from her throat came the purr, "Mmm," as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her mouth sucking our juices from my fingertips.

I was rock fucking hard by this time.

"Get that water, baby," Jenna whispered after she had cleaned my fingers. "And then you can get this pussy again. Oh, and a Coke. I have a surprise for you."

"Okay," I said, having to wait for my hard-on to soften. I wouldn't have, but Jenna mentioned that my parents didn't want to see how hard I was for her.

"Hurry back," she said when it was safe to head downstairs.

I nodded, having to force myself to leave Jenna's side. I pulled on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs with my semi-hard-on, thinking that my mother had already gone to bed. Instead, the living room lights were on. I saw my mother on the couch, in our spot with her butt near the cushion's edge and her boyshorts sitting on the coffee table, next to a bottle of wine. The glass was on the end table to her right. An adult movie played on the TV. A blonde, flaxen-haired MILF took the cocks of two young men--one in her pussy, the other in her ass. Mom had her right hand in her lap while her left hand caressed her breasts beneath her buttoned-up pajama shirt. She didn't notice me as I walked to the couch and stopped behind her.

"Mom?" I asked.

Mom's breath caught, and she turned her body to the left and her head around as much as she could, looking up at me with big, wine-glazed eyes. I saw redness around her eyelids and the lines of tears where they had fallen down her cheeks. I reached out, cupping her face in my hands and running my thumbs across the wet lines her tears had left behind. Mom turned her body, getting to her knees. She rested her hands on the backrest of the couch.

"It's okay," I whispered as I lowered my mouth toward hers. "You'll always be my mother. You'll always be my first love, and you'll always be the woman I love most."

I pressed my lips to Mom's mouth. The taste of her tears collected on the surface of my tongue as I swept the tip across her lips before sliding into her mouth. Mom's hands went around my neck, pulling me hard against her, and her return kisses grew urgent and hungry as she pushed her mouth upward against mine, forcing me backward. Her hands went to my chest and pushed, breaking our kiss, and as I stood, she ran her hands down my stomach to my shorts, where she pushed them down my hips and freed my half-hard, cum-soaked cock--it was still wet and sticky.

"Mom," I gasped as she tilted her head to my right, opened her mouth, and swallowed the thick head of my prick. "Fuck!"

Mom turned her head upright, my cock slipping around within her mouth. Her tongue licked me from below and then the sides, then around, re-liquefying the drying cum clinging to my pole. I moaned again, keeping my voice low as I stared down at my mother's bobbing head. I slid my hands into her flaxen hair, grabbing her hair bun and picking up the rhythm of her motions, adding some encouragement to her cock gobbling. Her hands found my ass, her fingers digging into my hard muscles and pulling me forward, forcing more of my fat dick into her mouth.

Wet sounds left her mouth. My knob slid along Mom's tongue, rubbing the roof of her mouth as it found the rougher hole leading into her throat. Pressure squeezed my glans, and Mom gagged. A ripple shot through her throat, ending with her cheeks flaring and spit flying. She gagged again, but she didn't stop pulling me into her mouth. My cock bent; the strain forced me onto my toes as my missile-shaped head slid down into her neck tunnel.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, keeping my voice low. "Clean it, Mom. Clean my fucking cock!"

I didn't have enough time to let my mother make me come, and even if I did, I couldn't allow it. Not yet. Fuck!

"Mom," I whispered after a minute of her sloppy-wet sucking. "Mom, I have to save my nut for Jenna."

Mom dug her fingers into my ass.

"Mom," I whispered, taking her bun firmly in my right hand and pulling back as I tried to withdraw my cock from her mouth. "Stop." I growled when she kept going. "Stop sucking my dick."

I had to fight Mom to get her off my cock, and when I did, she looked up at me with a pleading, almost desperate look in her smoldering green eyes. She wiped her wet lips with a backhanded swipe of her left forefinger. I bent down, pressing my lips to hers, then pulling away and saying, "Stay down here tonight. After I wear out Jenna, I'll come for you. I promise. Be a good slut for me, and do as I say."

Mom nodded her head, looking up at me and then falling back on the couch. She spread her legs, still looking at me. I reached down, cupped her wet pussy bulge, and slid two fingers into her as far as I could.

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"Uh," Mom groaned, biting her right hand and adding a pout when I pulled my fingers from her twat.

I headed to the kitchen, breathing hard and pulling my shorts up with my right hand as I sucked Mom's pussy juices from my left fingers. I grabbed two bottles of water and a can of ice-cold Coke and headed upstairs, walking fast and not looking at Mom. I couldn't look at her, not if I wanted to get back to Jenna with some cum still swimming in my balls.

Upstairs and safely back in my room, Jenna had taken off her stocking and reset the cameras around the bed. She also had a pint of unopened Jack Daniels in her hand.

"What's this?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, all my friends say that sex is better when they're drunk," Jenna said as she sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed with the bottle of whiskey between her legs. "But I wanted to be sober for my first time, but..."

"Not for the second," I said as her voice trailed off.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"Do you want to get drunk?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "Let's get wild."

Jenna passed out around one in the morning. From midnight until one, I kept her tight body full of cock, her moans getting louder with each orgasm that rippled through her core. We may have gotten a bit carried away with how hard we went at it, and I was sure that my baby would be sore in the morning. I was a little sore myself, but I had been fucking a lot lately, and it appeared that my cock wasn't as superhuman as I had thought. I could still get it up, and I could still deliver a cum-shot, but I was feeling the ache of overuse. (Still, that's pretty fucking superhuman, I'm proud to say.) Yet, I had made a promise to Mom, and I planned to keep that promise.

"Jenna," I whispered, shaking her by the shoulder while she slept. The pitch-black darkness in my room kept me from seeing her face, and she didn't snore, but I had no doubt that she had passed out for the rest of the night. My head swam with a buzz that made my eyes shake--half a bottle of Jack Daniels was no fucking joke--and since I had seen Jenna drunk before, I knew she wasn't waking up.

She drunk-slept nearly as soundly as my father on his pills.

"Jenna?" I asked one more time.

She either mumbled something or growled; I couldn't be sure. I cupped her pussy from behind, giving her tender meat a gentle rubbing. Though her legs spread open and her breathing deepened, she didn't wake.

"I'll be right back, baby," I whispered in her ear as I pulled my hand away from her twat and stroked my cock with her juices. "I drank too much. I'll be right back."

Jenna said nothing.

Naked, I slid out of bed, not bothering to find my clothes. Walking across my room to my door turned out to be harder than it should have been. I reached for the wall before realizing that the doorknob was two feet to my left. I found it, turned it, stepped into the hallway, and swayed toward the stairway. I didn't turn on the hallway lights, but thankfully, a soft glow from downstairs allowed me to see.

Fuck, I thought, I should have brought my phone.

I wobbled downstairs, keeping both of my hands on the rail. Mom had left the end table lamp on as well as the TV. She hadn't bothered to turn off the hardcore porn. I stopped behind the couch to admire a lean black girl with midnight skin and wavy hair, taking a thick white cock into her pale, pink pussy. I'd have to change the channel before I went back to bed.

I looked down at Mom. She had put her boyshorts back on, but only one pearl button held her pajama shirt together--the one even with her nipples. I smiled down at her, wondering if I should disturb her. My eyes searched for her wine bottle and glass, and I saw that she had emptied both of them. Fuck, this could be fun. Making my way around the couch almost cost me my footing, but I managed to kneel next to Mom's waist without waking her. I slid my hands over her stomach and sides, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, its warmth, and its slender-softness.

"Mom," I whispered. "Wake up."

My mother didn't stir.

I slid my hands upward, beneath her top and over her smallish breasts. Her semi-hard nipples grew against my palms as their rubbery skin constricted into two tight nubs of puckered flesh. I squeezed them. Mom stirred then, her head rolling from right to left and her left leg, near the back of the couch, pulling back as she raised her knee.

My head swam as I leaned down to kiss Mom's stomach. I squeezed her tits again, a bit hard, and Mom uttered a sleepy whimper before I pulled my fingers down her body and hooked them into the waistline of her shorts. I slid my fingertips beneath the fabric, touching and playing, then pulling downward with my nose near her twat. The thick scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, sobering me for a second as her floral musk sent a fiery hunger into my heart.

I kissed a trail down Mom's mound as I pulled her shorts off her ass and down her legs. I licked my mother's pubic hairs and inner thighs, her legs fighting to open as I pulled her shorts past her knees and ankles, then off her feet. Mom spread herself for me, uttering soft noises. I slid onto the couch, between her legs, catching her right leg before it could fall off the cushions. I lifted Mom's left leg and hooked it over the backrest. Then I eased her right leg open until I had my mother's pussy lewdly displayed before my eyes and open for my mouth.

Drunk, buzzing, and with my head swimming, I slobbered my way down my mother's inner thighs, each lick making my mother squirm. She didn't wake. Even when I turned my head and took her swollen pussy lips into my mouth at a vertical angle and slipped my tongue into her slit. I found Mom's pink pussyhole on the first try, tasting the sweet cream that had pooled within her opening. I lapped her honey up, not stopping even when Mom fanned her hands through my hair and curled her fingers into fists.

"Mmm, baby," Mom hummed in a languid, drunken tenor as I parted her folds up to her clit.

I had turned my head straight by then, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. As I sucked on her jewel, my dick dug into the couch cushion below me. My balls tingled. I licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked my mother's pussy with closed eyes, moving as if in a dream--guided by my instincts. Mom pulled on my hair, tugging me up her slender body. My mouth came level with the button holding her pajama shirt together, and I took it in my mouth and pulled, tearing it from its threading and releasing my mother's tits.

"Fuck," Mom moaned as I sucked her breasts, one then the other, then the other, then the other. I kept my hands moving, sliding up and down her sides, squeezing her ass, and ringing the base of her tits. Her little mounds coned upward, and I pulled them into my mouth one at a time, licking and abusing her nipples until she nearly pulled the hairs from my head to get me to stop.

Our mouths met as our bodies rubbed against each other. Mom's tongue found mine, dancing and licking along my wet appendage and sliding along my lips. My cock had bumped into her pussy on the way up, then slid upward against her wetness and between our bodies. Her mound and stomach rubbed my hard length as she squirmed beneath me, making me gasp.

"Put it in," Mom panted, sounding as drunk as I felt. "Get that big fucking family dick inside of your mother's pussy."

I kept my eyes closed as I reached between our bodies and lifted my ass into the air. The head of my cock dipped down, poking Mom's mound, and I ran my knob through her pubic hairs and between her open thighs. Wet heat steamed around my hand, wetting my cock further as I rubbed the head against my mother's dewy cleft and collected her juices. Without much thought, I found the base of her slit and plugged her pussyhole with my thick crown.

"Ungh," Mom grunted from deep within her throat. Her back arched, and her tits pushed into my chest. "Oh, god, fuck, that's a big, hot dick you're putting up my sloppy snatch."

I didn't do anything fancy. I couldn't. Alcohol drove my movements, lifting my ass and bringing my cock back down, filling the living room with a steady plop, plop, plop melody as our bodies bounced hard against each other. I felt like Billy Bob Thornton fucking the hell out of Halle Berry's hot pussy in Monster's Ball. Every thrust pushed Mom deep into the couch, her moans coming fast and hard and her body sweating beneath mine.

Sometime during our fucking, with my cock slipping through the wetness between her thighs and my knob tingling with each plunge between her pussy walls, I pulled Mom up and turned our bodies so that I sat on the couch and she sat astride me. I opened my eyes, seeing a blur at first, and she was looking down at me with a drunken, hungry, half-lidded stare. Mom leaned back, keeping her right hand fastened behind my neck and her left hand braced against my knee as she rolled, swung, and turned her hips like the sluttiest dancer in a strip club.

"Fuck, Mom, fuck," I moaned, holding onto my mother's taut ass as she used my cock for her pleasure. "Fuck my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck my dick, Mom. Fuck it good!"

We fucked like that for a while: Our bodies moving on their own, and my mind tumbling about in a waking dream. I sucked Mom's titties, and I kissed her lips. I held onto my mother's ass, kneading her buns, spreading them, and pushing them together. I fingered her butthole, lodging the tip within the rubbery snugness of her sphincter. Each time I rubbed her there, her hips twirled faster and harder, sucking the precum from my balls as her pussy channel spasmed around my shaft.

Mom's first orgasm hit her hard, leaving my crotch drenched with her cum. God, she was glistening with sweat by then. Her second orgasm wet my balls further as her soft whimpers filled my ears. She kept fucking, close to tears, as every part of her body, save her hips and ass, went limp. I helped her ride my dick, humping upwards and holding onto her butt, forcing her back and forth along my rigid pole until she couldn't take it. By the time I was ready to come, Mom was nothing more than a panting, whimpering little fuck-doll while I couldn't even open my eyes anymore. While I was coming, I thought, I don't even care who knows. I wish I could tell the world that my mother was my lover.

Afterward, we fell asleep, and I woke an hour before dawn with Mom lying atop me. "Fuck," I whispered, waking her up.

"Shit, shit, shit," Mom said in a rush, moving as fast as my heartbeat as she dressed.

We stumbled about, my buzz hadn't left me, and my body still had the alcohol in its veins, wobbling my movements. We manage to clean up and stumble upstairs. I showered, I guessed that Mom did as well, and when I returned to my room, there was Jenna, still passed out as if no time had passed since I had left her hours earlier.

I'm so fucking lucky, I thought.

I crawled into bed and curled my body around Jenna's, spooning her as I laid my head down and went to sleep. It was only Friday, and I had an entire weekend of fucking ahead of me. As sleep sucked me down into its darkness, I thought, How the fuck am I going to keep this up for the rest of my life?

22

Keeping It Going

What a weekend!

What a fucking weekend!

When we woke Saturday morning, I could barely keep my eyes open, and Jenna had a hangover banging around her skull that matched the soreness my cock had pounded into her pussy. It turns out that orgasms are the best cure for both ailments, though, to help soothe Jenna's soreness, I spent the morning caressing her swollen folds with my fingers and tongue, using nothing but the gentlest of caresses on her body.

We barely left my room the entire day, and Jenna stayed upstairs the entire time, only visiting the restroom to clean up while I made the trips downstairs for food and water. Mom and Dad didn't say much to me--not that I saw them often--and when I did see them, they were always together. My mother surprised me Saturday evening by sending me a text that read, May I fuck your father tonight?

Holy shit, I had thought. Mom actually asked me for permission.

Yes, I sent back before Jenna pulled me back into my bed.

Later that night, I said to Jenna, "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide."

Jenna did as I instructed, and I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her knees to the end of the bed. Bellow me; her ass cheeks and pussy lay spread open, hanging golden on the outside and pink down the centerline. Her pussy lips formed a beautiful, pale, upside-down butterfly covered in a dewy film.

"How do you feel in this position?" I asked after Jenna shivered while I looked down upon her.

"Vulnerable," she whispered. "Open. It's like I have no power. I'm just waiting..."

"Waiting for my cock?" I asked, smiling and dragging my forefinger through the crack of her ass.

"Um," Jenna hummed, "yeah."

"This is the bitch's position."

Jenna laughed. "I'm a bitch?"

"A sexy bitch." I feathered the pink meat of her pussy with my fingertips and wondered if my time with Mom was about to get me into trouble.

"Yeah?" She asked, shaking her ass up and down in a tight, rippling twerk. "You gonna fuck me like a bitch, Daddy?"

I groaned, and after wetting my cock with the lips of Jenna's dripping cunny, I held her still and slipped my prick into her snatch, giving her the fucking a sexy bitch deserved. Afterward, she said, "Get down like I was."

"What?" I asked.

"On your knees." Jenna stood beyond the edge of the bed with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked sweet and innocent as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her shoulders front to back. "Tell me how it feels to be on all fours."

"You're kidding," I said, sitting up in the center of my bed. "I'm not doing that."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes!"

It took some more convincing and some bratty pouting, but eventually, I found myself on my knees at the edge of my bed with my feet and shins hovering in the air. After several pushes against my spine, I dropped onto my hands, and after several nudges against the insides of my thighs, I spread my knees for her. God damn it, but it felt weird to be in that position.

"How's it feel?" Jenna asked, putting her hands on my ass cheeks.

"As you said," I whispered, "vulnerable." I shivered. "Exposed. Open. Like I'm surrendering myself to you."

"Mm-hmm," Jenna whispered. "When I do it, it makes me so wet. Your cock is getting hard again."

I laughed as my dick turned rigid while hanging below me, the head angled toward the bedspread beneath me. I felt big, with a rubber-like hardness that could yield but not bend.

"Do you like the taste of my asshole?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "Why?"

"I want to try something that I saw online." She spoke in a quiet voice, not a whisper, just quiet. "Something dirty."

A chill ran through me as Jenna slid her hands down my ass and over the backs of my thighs. Her right hand slid to my balls, ringed them, stretched them, which made goosebumps dot my skin, then she continued forward and gripped my cock. Her left hand replaced her right hand on my sack, and a cold ripple of adrenaline resonated through my body. My precum dripped, and Jenna collected it with her fingers and jerked the sticky fluid over my dick.

"I can get on my back and--"

Jenna's breath warmed my asshole right before the tip of her tongue pressed against the smoothness of my rim. After that, I grabbed onto my bedspread, turned my mind off, and allowed Jenna to take me to new, unimagined heights of pleasure. The one thought I had was: Mom would love doing this to me... if I made her.

Since Sunday was our last day together, we spent the morning fooling around, talking, and eating in my room. We were wondering if we should shower when Mom knocked on my door. I knew it was Mom because while Dad was allowing me to have fun with my girlfriend, he didn't want to come anywhere near us.

"Come in," I said after Jenna, and I pulled on a pair of shorts, and Jenna pulled a blanket over her breasts.

My door opened enough for Mom to stick her head in. She looked around, inhaled deeply, and said, "Open your windows and let the air conditioner, or a fan, run through here." She shook her head, and her gaze shifted from me to Jenna and back to me. "I'm going to spend my day getting ahead of next week's workload." She gave me a serious look. "But I want you two to take a shower. It smells like"--her stare slid from me and focused on Jenna--"pussy in here." Mom pulled her head from the room and shut the door.

"God," Jenna said, her cheeks turning pink and getting rosier by the second. "Why does your mom have to be so blunt? Does she hate me now?"

I shook my head and crawled onto my bed, pushing down my shorts. "She'll never hate you," I said. "But you're another woman having sex in her home. Imagine how that feels?"

Jenna shrugged, then she frowned and said, "Oh, no... What do you think my dad's going to say when we fuck at my house?"

"I don't care what he says," I said, sighing and pulling the blanket from Jenna's body. "Mom wants us to shower, but I think that we can get a little dirtier before we do, don't you?"

"Your Mom," Jenna said. "She's not my mom."

"But if she were, I'd fuck you anyway."

"Ooh," Jenna hummed, puckering her lips and narrowing her eyes. "You're nasty."

We spent the last hour before she had to go home making slow, passionate love. We didn't rush. We didn't experiment. We didn't see what felt good. We shut our mouths, ended the dirty talk, and I stroked her pussy channel with long thrusts, using my entire cock to massage her insides. Jenna came several times, her last orgasm shaking her body as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. We had five minutes to spare by the time we had finished coming.

Six o'clock came, and Mom knocked on my door as Jenna's phone rang. Her dad was on the other end of that call. She showered by herself, and I followed, then I walked her to her house next door. We kissed before she went inside, and I went back home to rest, but mentally, I prepared myself to fool around with Mom should the moment come. But the moment didn't come. Mom went to bed with Dad even though he had taken his sleeping pill early in the night. I thought about texting my mother, and I thought about getting her and dragging her to my room, but in the end, I decided that I'd rest for the night and see her in the morning. We had agreed that our affair would go on, hadn't we?

My mind spun as I fell asleep. My mother was no virgin. My mother was looking for casual sex with someone she loved. My mother wanted adventure and everything that she wasn't getting from Dad. Mom wants you to make her do things. That was my last thought before I fell asleep. When I woke, my first thought was, All right, Mom, I'm going to make you do things today--naughty things.

It took me several minutes to decide if I wanted to go downstairs naked or clothed. That was a hard choice, but I stripped down to nothing, took a soapy shower, dried myself, and I didn't put anything on as I headed downstairs. It was past eight in the morning, and I had heard the soft rumble of the garage door opening and closing, so I knew my father had left for work.

Would Mom be naked?

I hoped so.

Had Jenna's visit hurt feelings?

I hoped not, but I mean, I think I knew... it must have.

Did Mom remember our drunken fuck on the couch after I had taken Jenna's virginity? My shoulders tightened, and my heart sped up as I headed downstairs, taking each step one at a time and using slow, heavy movements. Please, Mom, I thought, no drama.

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Mom wasn't in the living room, so I turned right at the stairs, swung around one-hundred and eighty degrees, and walked straight to the kitchen through the shortcut hallway. My cock, hanging heavy on my sack, thickened with each step. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat swelled. What kinds of thoughts were running through my mother's head?

I stepped into the kitchen and walked straight to the marble island. Mom sat at the breakfast table as she always did in the mornings, reading the paper as the sun shined through windows and sprinkled her in brightness. She looked clean--angelic--her skin glowed, and the color of her makeup held a subtle, yet vibrant, beauty. She had done her hair up in a bun again, but with long strands hanging down her back. They looked unintentional but were too stylish not to be on purpose. An off-the-shoulder satin crop top covered her body, stopping just below her breasts, and a small pair of tight, satin boyshorts hugged her lower body.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you remember not to wear your panties?"

The right side of Mom's lips twitched, pulling into a smile that she quickly hid. She ruffled her paper, set it down, and turned toward me. Mom scooted her butt to the edge of her seat and spread her knees wide. With her left hand, she reached down to the right side of her crotch, curled her fingers into the leghole, and pulled the fabric to the left. The sun-golden meat of her pussy came into view, her folds pressed together, looking thick and tasty and making my cock go fully hard between one moment and the next.

"Good," I said.

Mom fixed her shorts. "Now that you have your teen pussy to play with, I guess you don't need to make me do anything anymore."

I hoped this was a game.

"That's not true."

"How so?"

"I only get Jenna from Friday evening to Sunday evening," I said. "If I try to touch her any time before or after, her dad might throw another fit."

"Maybe."

"And," I said, "there are things that I can make you do that Jenna won't do."

"Dirty things?" Mom asked, dropping her chin and giving me a big, doe-eyed pout.

"Too dirty for a teenager."

"Like what?"

"Come over here; I'll show you."

Mom stood and walked toward me, her body taller but smaller than Jenna's. She had more grace and less bounce--less shape--though my cock throbbed just as hard for her body as it had for Jenna's. An ache pulsed through my balls, and the image of my testicles filling with cum shot through my mind. Cum for my mother, I thought, and she was going to get every sticky drop of it.

My hands came up as Mom reached me. I put my right hand behind her neck, and my left hand found her side and slipped around and down, pushing beneath her satin shorts and riding the crack of her ass to the cleft between her thighs. Mom gasped as I cupped her soft pussy from behind, finding her clam damp and the slot between her lips sticky with dew.

"You're already ready for me," I whispered, looking into Mom's eyes as the underside of my cock settled against her stomach.

"Like a good slut," Mom whispered. Her eyes searched mine. "Am I good slut for you?"

"The best," I said, my words coming out with a groan as I pressed my lips to my mother's. Our mouths melded together, sliding and turning, then our tongues slipped forward and touched. Wetness greeted me as I pushed my tongue into my mom's mouth.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom moaned as I sawed my fingers through her pussy lips. She grunted and rose to her toes as I hooked my middle and ring fingers into her snatch and pulled her upward. After several minutes of pussy stroking, I lifted her into the air, my fingers still inside her. Mom spread her legs, circling them around my waist and trapping my cock between her pussy and my stomach. She locked her ankles together, and my fingers stayed buried in her muff, only deeper than before, her wet folds turning mushy beneath my touch.

"Like that, slut?" I asked, my lips moving against hers as the underside of my shaft pressed against her clit.

"Yeah," Mom moaned, her face trembling as I massaged her insides with my digits. "What things are you gonna make me do, baby?" Mom bit her lower lip as she ground her clit against my cock with side-to-side hip motions as I stroked her from behind. "Dirty things? Nasty things? Naughty things?"

"Very," I whispered, licking a vertical line across her lips. "Come on."

I carried Mom out of the kitchen and through the living, putting her on our couch. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them from her body, the effort pulling her legs straight into the air. Mom crossed her arms and took hold of her shirt's hem, taking it off as her small feet fell to the floor. She tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and looked up at me with a wild smile on her face and a playful light in her eyes.

"I want you to eat my asshole." My heartbeat rose, knocking against the underside of my chest with a beat that sent chills throughout my body. "Jenna did it yesterday."

"The little slut," Mom whispered.

"It felt great," I said, "but there was a lot of laughter involved. She's too young to take it seriously."

"I can do better, baby," Mom said, scooting to the edge of the couch. "I promise."

Jesus, I thought. Mom loves this. How had she kept this side of her suppressed for so many years?

"Show me," I said.

"Sit down, baby," Mom said, sliding off the couch onto her knees.

I sat, and Mom placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed. I sank back. She grabbed me behind my knees and pulled, and I slid my butt toward the edge of the couch. She urged my legs up, and I lifted them. A strange sensation passed through--this position was weird--and a light, hollow buzz swam through my limbs, making them want to shake. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as I held my legs up, back, and wide, giving my mother's mouth access to my cock, balls, and asshole.

I'm not going to do this position often, I thought as Mom's tongue pressed against the bottom of my scrotum and licked upward. I moaned as my face twitched with pleasure. Mom's tongue traveled up my sack, around it, then up it again, not stopping until she rolled her mouth over my glans and took my mushroom tip into the warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, shit," I moaned.

"Mmm," Mom answered with a thick and wet accent.

I kept my eyes closed and my legs up, thinking, Pornstars do this all the time; it's no big deal! Meanwhile, moans left my lips as my mother covered my cock and balls in her drool and jerked me off at the same time. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, on my cock, on my balls, the inside of my thighs and lower, finding my asshole and taking my rim for a ride as she jerked off my wet prick. She used a featherlike touch on my backdoor, then wiggled her lingual muscle against my asshole, then feathered me again--her intensity bringing tingles to my skin. The tip of my dick started to itch with the need to come.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned.

"Yeah, baby," Mom whispered, her lips never leaving my skin. "You're making Mommy do dirty things, baby. Making me lick your ass like this..." And she licked my ass, my toes curling, and my fingertips digging into my skin. "What would your father think?"

I gasped.

Mom never tried to replace her finger with her tongue--I would have freaked out--and her tongue proved to be more than enough to get my pulse racing. My balls tightened within minutes, and that swirling itch of pleasure continued to dance atop the tip of my prick. I wanted to grab my knob and squeeze. Mom jerked me faster as my cock swelled, and her other hand rose to massage my balls in a caress that made me whimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I moaned, my voice trembling and the darkness behind my eyelids exploding with color. I dug my fingertips into the backs of my knees. "Mom, fuck. I'm gonna come hard, Mom. Fuck, Mom. Fuck-fuck-fuck--Mom!"

"Umm," Mom uttered as she took the head of my cock between her lips and sealed them shut. She never stopped jerking me off or rolling my balls within her fingers. I came, the cum within me seemed to explode from my tip, and Mom sucked it down, drinking it fast and quick. The sounds of her throat gulping down my jizz filled my ears.

I released my legs as my body turned to liquid. Only my orgasm remained, and it continued until I had no pleasure left within my body to give, leaving me an empty husk that could only tremble. As I lay panting and trying to regain my breath, I opened my eyes. Mom had stood, and she was smiling down at me as burning embers backlit the green of her eyes.

"I didn't just get ahead of my work yesterday," Mom whispered with a hungry tremor. "I finished today's work completely." She turned and started to walk away. "I'll be upstairs. Your room or mine?"

"Mine," I said as my pulse slowed and my breathing calmed. "Always mine during the day, where you belong."

Mom uttered a throaty, excited laugh and went upstairs. I sat on the couch, thinking about what naughty, nasty, and kinky things I should make my mother do next.

I didn't have many options when it came to getting kinkier with my mother. I didn't own any toys, straps, restraints, plugs, or dildos--dildos! I went upstairs, turning to the right and walking to my mother's room as my cock stayed semi-hard against my sack. Inside, I looked in her bedside drawer, where her dildo lay next to a palm-sized bottle of lube. I grabbed them. Before leaving her room, I stopped and looked at my parents' bed and their bedside drawers.

So much trust between my parents, I thought. As the words lingered in my mind, a chill ran down my spine. Did I count as a betrayal? No. A mother can't cheat on her husband with her son, right? Yeah, right.

I turned and left the room. Whether it was a betrayal or not, I wasn't going to stop, and if one day I discovered my own son fucking his mother or even my mother, I'd say, "Way to go, son. Way to go."

"What the hell is wrong with me," I said as I reached my bedroom.

Mom hadn't closed the door. She was on my bed, near the edge, standing on her knees with her hair atop her head, held by two braids that seemed to have no end as they swam through her sunlight hair. How long had I been downstairs? She had grabbed two of my belts. One lay crosswise on the bed in front of her knees. She had folded the body over itself the way a pissed-off father might before he threatened to spank his daughter, and the other she had wrapped around her neck like a leash, the long end pulled forward and hanging over her left shoulder.

"Well," Mom whispered, looking at the dildo in my hand. "What have you come here to make your mother do now?"

I sighed as I dropped my eyes between my mother's legs. She was standing with her knees spread, and the point of her blonde pussy glistened, ending in a wet, pink line that the sunlight pouring through my bedroom windows lit from behind.

"Everything," I said and walked forward with my heart thumping and my cock swelling.

Our mouths met, our tongues danced, and I dropped onto the comforter in front of the belt laid out in front of my mother's knees. My right hand grabbed onto Mom's makeshift leash and pulled, not hard, but Mom reacted as if I had.

"Uh," she groaned, tilting her head back and arching her spine as she pushed her hips forward. I pressed my lips harder against hers, and I brought my left hand forward, cupping her silky pussy and pushing my middle finger into the dewy slickness between her cunny lips.

"Have you been a bad girl, Mom?" I asked, the words pouring out of me with no thought behind them. "Has my mother been bad?"

"Yes," Mom whispered, nodding her head and looking up at me. Her eyes looked big and glazed, as though she were drunk, and her movements had a slow sensuality that reminded me of walking in a dream. "I have."

My cock rose from my sack, turning rock-hard and pushing into my mother's stomach. Mom's hands came up, grabbing my shaft, one atop the other, and she started a double-fisted jerk over my cock. I looked down, moaning, and so did she, opening her mouth. Her spit landed atop my knob a second later, and her hands rolled over it, pulling the saliva down my shaft toward my balls. Mom jerked me fast and hard, producing sticky-wet music as she drooled more of her spit over my prick.

"Ah, you fucking slut," I moaned.

"Yeah," Mom said in a rough voice. "I'm a dirty, naughty slut who needs a spanking."

I laughed, thinking, I was getting to that! But what I said was, "You've needed a spanking for a long time, haven't you?"

"Too long, baby." Mom's words trembled. "It's been at least eighteen fucking years since your father last hit me."

"Hit?"

"Spanked," Mom whispered, "but it sounds so fucking hot to say 'hit.'"

I nodded my head as I slid a second finger into my mother's slippery muff. She was so soft and warm on the inside, and the deeper I went, the slicker and hotter her insides grew. There was another world within my mother's pussy, made of tenderness and gooiness and elastic softness that made me tingle down to my very soul.

"Get on all fours," I ordered in a harsh whisper.

Mom pouted, but she let go of my cock and turned to her left, dropping down onto her hands in front of me. I pulled her leash, first to my right, then forward and away from me, having to stretch my arm and lean my upper body over my mother. The belt loop tugged on her neck, and she turned away from me, crawling around and forward until she had presented me with her little feet, her sexy pussy, and her small ass.

I dropped to my knees, my instincts taking over. Mom's small feet seemed spotless. My mouth descended, my tongue came out, and I watched--a silent observer--as I placed the tip against the sole of Mom's foot and licked upward.

"Ooh," Mom gasped, her words light, airy, and trembling.

I licked her foot again, concentrating on the center, and Mom's entire body trembled. I grabbed her foot, lifting it, her knee bending, and I took several of her toes into my mouth. (Thank god Mom kept her floors in pristine condition.)

"Shit," Mom hissed. "Oh, baby, no, they're so sensitive--oh my god!"

I devoured her toes, sucking on each little nub, moving my tongue across their length, and licking between each one. As I wet them, I moved my thumbs over the soles of her feet, massaging her, and Mom's body shook with every push across her skin. I kept my eyes open, looking at her feet and upward, between her legs, where her pussy pulsed whenever I licked, sucked, or massaged her extra hard. I went from one foot to the other, making sure to give each foot the tender care it deserved. Mom whimpered and gasped the entire time. The longer I did this, the wetter her pussy became until a thick sheen of honey left her pussy crease bright pink and glossy and ready for some thick and meaty family cock.

"Bring your feet together," I said as I stood, but I didn't rise all the way. I kept my knees bent, and when Mom's heels touched, as did her toes, I took my cock and slipped it between the narrow, oval gap between the inner sides of her tiny feet.

"Oh," Mom rasped. "You've become a nasty fucker, Mark. Nasty, nasty, nasty, fucking my feet like that."

I don't think I'd ever heard her voice sound so rushed before.

I fucked her feet for a little while, saying, "I'm going to come on these tiny beauties one day, and you're going to lick them clean."

Mom moaned, and her shoulders and back contorted as a shiver trembled through her body. I gave her feet several more strokes before I straightened and grabbed the second belt from the bed. I held the belt just under its midway point, still folded in half, making it easier to swing. Mom tensed, and when I grabbed the leash around her neck and pulled, forcing her neck and back to arch, she dug her fingers hard into the comforter beneath her.

"How bad have you been, Mom?" I gave the belt-whip several light practice swings off to the side. Mom tried to turn her head to the right. "How bad?"

"Very bad," Mom gasped. "I've teased my son until he couldn't take it. Until he had no choice but to put his bid, incest dick in me." She moaned. "I'm an incest whore, Mark. I'm a family fucker. A son sucker. I've been so--ah!"

The belt snapped against her right ass cheek. A red mark appeared across her flesh. I hadn't hit her hard, and I didn't plan to, but I had hit her harder than I had meant.

"Oh, baby," Mom moaned as if she had just come. "Spank me again."

I brought the belt up so that the folded loop landed on my right shoulder, then I snapped it down. Mom yelped as a white line formed across her cheek. It quickly turned red. I spanked her again. A growl left Mom's lips, almost a bark. I lifted my left arm high, stopped only by Mom's leash, and I brought the belt across my body and to my left, spanking my mother's other ass cheek.

"Baby," Mom whined. "Oh, baby, spank me harder--harder!"

An ache ran through my cock as my stiffness nearly snapped in two.

I spanked my mother harder.

She whined.

"Play with your pussy," I whispered. "You're going to come while I punish you."

"Oh, yeah," Mom gasped. "Make your mother come with that belt."

And so I did.

Mom's left hand appeared between her legs, her fingers pressing into her soft muff. First, she gathered her juices, then she banged her pussy with her middle and ring fingers, pushing her pussy lips inward as she dipped into her softness. I rained blows upon her ass, light ones, hard ones, stiff ones, stinging ones, loud ones, and everything between. Mom's pussy gushed. She spread her knees wide, lowering her body, and I slackened my grip on her leash. She planted her forehead on the bed and went at her pussy with both hands, diddling her clit while she slid several digits into the pink cleft between her legs. Her lips bulged, and her asshole spasmed--her moans came in harsh, animalistic grunts. When Mom came, she cried, squirting her cum onto my bed as my leather belt snapped against her ass again and again.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck," Mom panted, falling to the bed as I let go of the leash.

I had reddened her ass, but I hadn't left welts. She probably wouldn't mind, I thought, but I preferred my mother's skin smooth.

"Oh, fuck, baby boy," Mom said, sighing and crawling up the bed. "What's next?"

I swallowed, having to work my lips before I managed to say, "Your virgin asshole."

"Oh, oh, ooh, oh," Mom moaned into the pillow beneath her face. My mother--my fucking mother--lay naked in the center of my bed, with one thick pillow beneath her hips and stomach, propping her ass into the air and another beneath her face, unable to muffle her moans. "Ohhhhh--fuck!" I had removed her leash from around her neck.

"That's it, Mom, take it," I whispered.

Mom's ass shined with her lube. I had gotten carried away, pouring the thick liquid in her crack and around her cheeks and down between her thighs, making her swollen pussy folds glisten. She had her legs spread wide, her knees out to the side in a frog squat. I was kneeling between her calves, with my left hand rubbing her pussy as I pumped my middle finger in and out of her virgin asshole.

My finger looked huge as it pushed her little pucker inward. Her wrinkled rosebud didn't want to give, and the rubbery muscles refused to relax. Even with the lube, the tight seal of her anal ring around my digit felt like it was going to crush my finger. I couldn't wait to get my cock into her, but first, I had to loosen up my mother's butt.

"That good, Mom?"

"Oh, fuck," Mom moaned. "It's so... so... so god damn good."

I eased my middle finger into her ass up to the second knuckle and wiggled it around. Mom purred as I rubbed the sides of her hot anus. The sensation came from her anal ring and where my fingertip brushed her insides, but there was nothing gripping the length of my digit within her ass. I pushed into the last knuckle, mashing my closed fingers against her cheeks, and I felt something rubbery touch my fingertip. I pulled my finger out and pushed back in. Out and in. Out and in--Mom groaning--and then I finger-fucked my mother's rear passage as fast as I could.

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"Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh," Mom panted, her yelps coming so close together they were almost one word. "Holy fuck, Mark--god!"

I slowed down.

Mom sighed.

I sped up.

Mom gasped.

I straightened my forefinger and eased it against Mom's lubed-up asshole alongside my middle digit.

"Oh, no, baby, no," Mom groaned, but she never used the word stop.

I ringed her pucker with the tip of my finger, gathering the extra lube that made her skin shine. I eased the tip between my middle finger and her sphincter and found that there was no room to get inside her anus. I prodded my mother's asshole, pushing the rubbery skin inward and easing it to the side so slowly that I could see her sphincter expand.

"Uh, ooh, umm-uh," Mom continued to utter, her body moving beneath me in a continuous wave.

Slowly, so fucking slowly--it seemed as though I was moving backward through time. The tip of my forefinger crawled across Mom's pucker-flesh and wriggled its way past the rubbery gate of her rosebud.

I sighed.

Mom groaned.

"That's my girl," I whispered in Mom's ear, kissing her and licking her lobe. "That's my mom. Take it, slut. Take it like a good whore."

"Yeah," Mom growled, biting her lip and pushing her ass against my fingers. "I'm your good whore, baby. I--fuck--always will be!"

Between the two of us, we eased my forefinger into her ass alongside my middle finger, and I started a slow-drilling ass-poke through the tightness of her butthole. While I massaged my mother's pucker, I ran my left hand over her body, caressing her back and shoulders, her butt cheeks, and then slipping my hand beneath her to massage her little breasts. Inside of her ass, I wiggled my digits, finding the sides of her anal walls and rubbing her hard. Mom uttered her loudest moans when I thrust quickly along her butt-ring. The constant friction against her backdoor had her breathing hard, spreading her legs, and clawing at my bedspread.

"Up, Mom," I whispered when I found out that trying to reach her pussy while lying atop her put too much weight on her slender body. "Get up on your knees for me."

I planted my left hand on the bed and pushed myself upward. I didn't take my fingers from my mother's asshole. Mom pushed herself up, raising herself to her knees, her backward momentum fucking her butt onto my fingers down to their last knuckles.

"Shit," Mom groaned, turning her head to the side. She had her eyes closed, and her face wore a mask of intense concentration. "Oh, god, that's so fucking good." She spoke through gritted teeth.

"Dad needs to know what he's missing," I whispered.

"Convince him, baby," Mom whispered back.

I stood on my knees, looking down at my mother's ass and the hole between her cheeks, stuffed with two of my fingers. Sweat and oil glistened across her shoulders, back, ass, and thighs, making her golden skin shine. I reached around Mom's side with my left hand and cupped one of her smallish breasts, giving it a firm squeeze that made her hiss before I pulled her into a standing position on her knees. I had my two fingers in her ass with my palm facing upward and my fingers fish-hooking her butthole while I slid my left hand up to her throat and pulled her close to my body--then I started jabbing her starfish hard.

For the next several minutes, Mom and I humped our bodies together, using my two fingers as a substitute cock for her asshole while my prick rubbed against her oiled back. Mom reached up and back over my shoulders, locking her fingers together behind my neck. Her back arched, and her little titties pointed upward, their slopes ending in two pink nipples puckered as tightly as possible, begging for a sucking.

"Make me fucking come, baby," Mom growled. "Oh, fuck--mmm--make Momma come!"

"You've earned it," I whispered in her ear before I licked it. Mom shuddered. I dropped my left hand down her front, stopping long enough to play with her tits and nipples, then moving down her stomach and over her mound. I laid my palm against her blonde pubic hairs and cupped the upper half of her pussy with my fingers, laying my middle finger along her clitoral hood with the tip pressing into her clit, turning it in soft circles.

"Oh, oh, oh--oh, fuck," Mom whimpered as I matched the rhythm of my ass-fucking fingers to my clit-strumming digits.

It didn't take long for Mom to come.

"Mark, baby, oh, no," Mom whispered. Her noises turned to whines, then sobs. "It's--oh, no--too intense, baby. Oh, fuck, I can't, I can't"--she shook her head as she babbled nonsense to me--"I can't take it. Baby, no, please--oh-oh-oh--oh, fuck!"

Mom came hard. Her asshole tightened around my digits, threatening to pinch them off. Her body trembled with electric shocks, and her breasts heaved. I thought she was about to hyperventilate. I held her close, digging my fingers into her butthole, getting deep, and touching her in places a son should never touch his mother. I held Mom tightly as she whimpered through her orgasm, the hand on her clit stroking her jewel faster and harder and forcing her through several more body-shaking orgasms, one atop the other, and leaving her limp in their aftermath.

"Please stop," Mom sobbed, panting hard in a shaking voice. She had her eyes closed, and her hands had fallen to her sides. Mom would have fallen onto her face if my left arm hadn't have been around her body. "Please?"

"Okay, Mom," I whispered as she cried beneath me. "But not for long."

I let my mother rest for a couple of minutes, washing my hands--though they were clean--before I turned her onto her back and rested her head on a pillow. I grabbed another pillow and slid it under her ass, propping her pussy into the air. I didn't know why--maybe I did--but I wanted to see my mother's face when I slid my big dick into her virgin butt. Would her expression match the one my father had seen when he had taken her virginity?

Mom watched me as I spread her legs and ran my hands over the insides of her slick thighs. She didn't say a word. If she was curious about what I had planned, I couldn't tell. She just watched me like a mother would watch her son as he tried to figure out how to play with a new toy.

I massaged her breasts as I scooted between her thighs, stopping when my knob pressed into the softness of her pussy lips. Her wet crease sunk inward as my crown opened her petals. Mom uttered a low moan as I slipped the tip into her pussyhole, pushing her meat aside without hesitation.

"You like that, Mom?" I asked as I pulled my hips back.

"Yeah," Mom said, moaning as I pushed several inches of my cock into the heat between her legs.

"You're so fucking creamy." I slid my hands down her ribs and grabbed onto her sides. I spread my knees, lowering my ass toward the bed. "So fucking creamy for my cock."

"That's what happens when sons fuck their mothers, baby."

This woman drove me nuts.

"Did you like my fingers in your ass?" I squeezed her sides hard and gave my mother an extra hard thrust, making her grimace. She grabbed onto my wrist and held me tight. "Are you ready to take my big dick up your little asshole?"

Mom bit her bottom lip and shook her head from side to side. That sent a jolt of pleasure through my dick, but it was my mother's eyes that made me tingle. She was looking into me, deeply, the weight of her desire filling her gaze with hunger.

"Tell me you're my whore," I said.

"I'm your whore," Mom whispered.

"My slut."

"I'm your--uh--slut."

"I can do anything I want to you?"

"Uh, mmm, oh, shit," Mom panted as I fucked her harder and faster. "Anything. You can do anything you want to me, baby. Oh, god. You can fuck me anytime--oh--anywhere--uh--in any fucking hole!"

Mom's titties bounced with my every thrust, moving across her chest so fast they were almost a blur. Her head slid across the pillow, and I had to pull her back onto my cock to keep from fucking her off my shaft.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, suck it," I said, pulling out and climbing up my mother's body. She grabbed my cock, opened her mouth in a wide "O," and took my dick between her lips. She bobbed her head fast, slurping on my dick, and then I pulled out and slid back down to her pussy, fucking her tender clam before pulling out and going back to her mouth. I kept this up for a while, making Mom lick my shaft and balls--making her deep throat my meat, and this time she didn't gag. It wasn't until I was about to come that I pulled my cock from her mouth, though she chased the tip, then pouted as I dove between her legs with my mouth and fingers. I licked her snatch until she came again. When her cum had dripped down to her asshole, I moved back up her body and pressed my big mushroom tip against her sweet, little divot.

Mom grabbed my wrists. I didn't need to grab onto my cock to help guide it into Mom's ass. I was so fucking hard I could have crushed diamonds with my knob, and Mom's little butthole had suction-cupped me up against its tiny opening. Her cheeks closed around my glans, the wetness sucking me inward as the thickness of my head pressed against her rim. Mom's ass cheeks flexed, massaging my crown and sending rings of pleasure down the sides of my mushroom and along my shaft, down into my balls.

"God damn, Mom," I panted, "your asshole feels like heaven."

"Come on, baby," Mom dared me, "fuck it. You're not even past the gates yet. Fuck your Mom's ass, you dirty little shit. Fuck your dick into heaven."

I growled and pushed my hips forward as I pulled down on my mother's sides. An explosion of friction rolled over my glans. I gasped from deep within my chest as Mom groaned out a loud, "Ohhhhhhhhh," that didn't seem to end. Her butthole resisted, trying to stay shut, then it pulsed, and the rubberiness of her sphincter widened around my spongy crown. Mom's eyes and mouth opened wide, and it looked like she tried to say something, but nothing came out. I'll never forget her face, but then Mom's butthole tried to crush my glans, bringing me back into the moment. I flexed my cock, spurting a long stream of precum into her anus.

"This is so fucking good," I growled. I felt like I was going to piss my cum into her when I finally reached my nut. There would be no torrent or river but one continuous stream of thick, creamy jizz that would paint the inside of my mother's asshole white with heat.

Mom answered me by groaning again as her butthole expanded fractions of a fraction of an inch at a time. Even with the lube, her butthole took its time sliding over my knob. When her rear had finally swallowed my cock beyond its corona, I whimpered as her sphincter tightened around my head, seeming to squeeze out buzzing wads of pleasure from my prick. I had to fight to keep from blowing my load up her butt right then and there.

"Jesus, baby," Mom said, breathing hard. "Fuck, that stretch feels sooooo fucking good." She uttered a strangled grunt. "This really does hurt so fucking good."

I let go of her left side, swung my right hand out, and brought it back, spanking the side of my mother's small ass.

"Ah," Mom yelped.

"Yeah, baby," I said, spanking her again and caressing her cheek after. "You deserve it."

Mom looked up at me with a new fire in her eyes that I'd call worship.

I took a deep breath. Mom stared at me, focused and intense, and I pulled out a fraction and pushed back in. Mom sucked in her tummy and dropped her chin to her chest, growling through closed lips as she gave me a how dare you do this to me stare that only made my next thrust into her asshole harder. Mom arched her back, pushing her tits upward as she dropped her head. I pulled out and pushed in, her butthole widening around my shaft while trying to pinch my cock flat. I let go of Mom's sides and dropped over her body, catching myself on my elbows then pressing my chest against Mom's sweat-glistening tits.

"How bad do you want your son's cock?" I whispered, looking into my mother's eyes as her nostrils flared.

Her hands grabbed my sides and slid downward, not stopping until she had my ass in her hands. She licked a vertical line over my lips, then nipped at me--the expression on her face was one of angry lust and primal need. She looked ready for a fight and a fuck.

"Do it," Mom whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck my butt. Fuck your mother's butt." Mom pressed her lips against mine. "I want your big dick all the way up my little ass."

I growled, returning her kiss as I slipped my left hand beneath her shoulder and under her head. My right hand slid down her side and around her thigh, grabbing onto her ass cheek. I slipped my fingers into her crack, the tips touching her rim and the sides of my cock.

I thrust my hips forward, sinking my cock into my mother's butt down to my balls.

"Uhhhhh," Mom grunted; the sound was low and guttural.

I pulled out, the lube helping me slide through pucker despite her asshole spasming around my prick. When just the head lay nestled in the viselike grip of Mom's asshole, I held still, trembling at the tight constricting torturing my glans.

"Fast, baby," Mom whimpered. "Do it fast. Oh, fuck, it feels better when you fuck my butt fast."

I slid back into my mother's rectum.

"Uh," she grunted.

My cock slid into the emptiness of her rear passage, but where her sphincter gripped my cock, there was nothing but her asshole's tightness and an unreal constriction. My balls slapped into Mom's butt, spanking her. She yelped as my cock hit something soft and deep within her hole, pushing it inward. I pulled out and pushed back in, out, then in, moving faster, soon giving her only a few inches of my dick at a time but always tickling her little asshole with constant movement.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom moaned.

I humped my cock hard into her ass.

"Uh," she grunted.

Then fast and shallow again.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom moaned.

Hard and deep.

"Uh," Mom grunted.

I kept that up, fucking her shallow and fast, then hard and deep, her moans turning into grunts then back to moans. We kissed, pressing our lips together and making our tongues dance. Her littlish titties rubbed my chest as our bodies danced together. I squeezed her ass with my right hand and moved my left hand to the top of her head, holding her in place as my thrusting grew faster and longer, quicker and deeper, but never harder. Never too hard, anyway.

When that long-awaited tingling swirled around my balls, I panted in Mom's ear, "I can never make Jenna do this, Mom. Only you. Only you could handle my big dick in your ass."

"Baby," Mom moaned, "you make me do such nasty fucking things. Oh, you little shit. You little shit!"

"Play with your pussy for me." I sped up my thrusting, but I kept my strokes shallow so that my glans constantly passed in and out of her back door. "I want you to come when I come. Fuck, I need you to come with me."

Mom reached between our bodies with her right hand. The backs of her fingers brushed my pubes, and I felt her digits circle her clit. Mom's face tensed, then broke, her lips twitching in that grimace of beautiful agony as she punished her love-nub with pleasure.

From deep within my core, my orgasm rumbled to life. I closed my eyes and held my mother tight to my body, hugging her hard as I fucked my knob through the grip of her backdoor. Mom whimpered and whined as her asshole spasmed. My body tensed, then shook, first in my thighs, then working its way up to my balls. Around my glans, a throb began, turning into a thick pulse that needed relief. I raced toward my orgasm, gasping for breath against my mother's neck. Mom wrapped her legs around me, crying out for a moment before she raised her head and bit me hard on the shoulder.

"Fuck!" I growled against her as my balls released their cum.

My world turned black as every nerve ending within my body came to life before exploding and turning me into a shivering mass of bliss. I pushed my prick all the way up my mother's butt, stretching her depths inward. She bit me harder, though her cries of ecstasy still escaped in ragged breaths from between her teeth. We came together, holding each other close and moving our bodies through the aftershocks of our pleasure. I don't know how long I came for--forever and yet not long enough, but eventually, I found myself lying next to my mother, holding her hand and breathing hard as I struggled to regain my breath.

"I'm going to make you do that again," I said when I could talk again.

"The hell you are," she said, laughing.

I laughed, saying, "Every Monday, for the rest of your life."

Mom laughed.

"I mean it."

"Well," Mom whispered, "if you're going to make me..."

"No choice."

It wasn't until our breathing had finally calmed that Mom said, "Good."

23

After

What's left to say?

Did Jenna and I break some rules along the way? Yeah, we did. Did our parents know? Yeah, I'm sure they did, but what could they do by then? We didn't make a big deal about it, and we didn't throw it in anyone's face, and Jenna's dad seemed to be able to live with that.

Mom's sex drive only grew after I started sleeping with Jenna. Not just her appetite for sex, but for the things she had always wanted to do in the bedroom but never could. I had a closet full of ropes, restraints, leashes, paddles, gags, plugs, dildos, hooks, and kinky toys that a son would never expect his mother to buy for him, let alone buy them so he could explicitly use them on her. Insatiable. My mother's appetite had become insatiable.

Jenna's appetite was nearly as ferocious as my mother's, but not as kinky--though that changed when she reached her twenties. Like many couples, Jenna and I ran into some problems during our college years--we went to different universities. We parted for a time, and I met a few young women who loved having threesomes with a young man and his leashed MILF. I never told them that the leashed MILF was my mother, but I don't think they would have minded if I had. With all of the incest porn on the internet these days, I'm sure a few of these sluts got wet at the thought of riding family cock (or grinding against some juicy incest twat).

The relationship break was good for Jenna and me. It allowed us to grow as individuals and to realize that there was no one else for us in the world that we'd rather be with for the rest of our lives (outside of family). Sometimes people have to grow apart before they can grow together. I never got to double team Mom with Dad, though his insomnia never went away, so there were times where I did get to share Mom with him, even if he slept through every damn "threesome" we had together.

Jenna found out about us when I decided I was going to ask her to marry me. Mom and I had planned the big reveal before I popped the question, and she took it better than I had expected. She took it so well that she admitted that the only man she had slept with during our break was her own father. (And it turned out that he was very good... but not as good as me.) He had never forgotten that kiss she had shared with him, and neither had Jenna.

This didn't lead to any foursomes between our parents and us. The thought never crossed our minds--Mom, Jenna, or mine--and I had no problem with Jenna continuing her affair with her father. As far I know, up until he passed away, he always thought they were fooling around behind my back, which was probably pretty hot for him.

That didn't mean we never had foursomes... or fivesomes. Jenna and I had twin sons who grew up in my image and a daughter as tall and slender as my mother but as athletic as Jenna. When the boys turned eighteen neither Jenna nor I had any problems with them joining in on the family fun. I suspect my mother had something to do with their discovery of our taboo activities. Our daughter was no different when she turned eighteen. We didn't plan on what happened, not consciously, but we didn't discourage it either. Did that make us bad parents? In the end, it didn't turn out that way, for which I'm thankful. (We were lucky: Sex brought our family closer together instead of tearing us apart.)

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My mother didn't mind either (and not because I told her that she wasn't allowed to mind). Mom, as a silver-foxed grandmother to a pair of twins, finally got her wish of having all three of her holes filled at the same time by real, porn-sized, flesh-and-blood, rock-hard cocks. After watching Mom, Jenna just had to have a turn as well, and our daughter couldn't wait for her turn, the little minx. My princess always gets a thrill when it comes to extreme challenges. Maybe I'll write about her someday.

And to think, all of this happened because my mother was worried about my future. If only all sons were so lucky and every mom so caring.

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