“So, are you going to ask Persephone out or what, man?” Greg, my closest friend next to Zander, let his heavy backpack fall from his shoulder as he slid down beside me on the school bus, the backpack hitting the ground with a dull thud. I peeled my eyes away from the window, where I’d been examining an auburn-haired teacher who shared an almost uncanny likeness to my mother, except with a smaller rack.
“Huh? Oh, nah,” I replied. Greg gave me a puzzled look, and I shifted under his scrutiny. “What?”
“Are you high? You’ve been chasing after that broad for months!” He paused, quirking a brow. The corners of his mouth tugged upward, his smile almost maniacal. “Unless … you’ve found a new piece of ass!”
I flashed him a smile. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Haha! Dude, spill! Who’s the broad?”
“No one you know, Greg.” That was a lie, but I couldn’t exactly tell him that I’d been fooling around with my mom. I had enough problems fitting in as it was. Greg gave me one of those classic sidelong looks of his, the look that said he didn’t believe a word I spoke. But, thankfully, he let it go. I spent most of the bus ride home in silence, half-listening to Greg rant about an upcoming test. I thought of mom. My mind flashed vivid images of our past affairs, and I found myself getting turned on. Luckily, Greg was too absorbed in his rant to notice the bulge in my jeans.
Everything that I’d done with my mom so far had been great. Fantastic, even. But my body was craving much more than foreplay. I needed to be inside her, I needed to feel her tight, slick walls spread around my shaft. I needed to pump mom full of cock. Her son’s cock. And the longer I waited, the higher the chances were that I’d go mad with lust. I suddenly grew frustrated as prickly need ran along my chest and stomach.
The bus finally stopped in front of my house. Greg and I exchanged goodbyes and I stepped off the bus, stomping toward my house. I was on a mission. Dad was still at work, which gave me a few hours to do what I pleased to my mother. I was determined not go to bed another night with blue balls. I refused.
Entering the house, I dropped my backpack at the door and headed towards the sunroom, where I was sure my mother had been, getting her work out on. I peeled off my clothes as I walked, leaving a trail of clothes in my wake. I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks by the time I appeared in the sunporch’s doorway, my erection throbbing and dangerous.
“V-Vinnie?” Mom stammered out, damn near tripping over herself on the treadmill. She managed to catch herself, and promptly stepped off. Her sweat-lined brow knitted in confusion, the corners of her mouth falling. “Is…” Her eyes shifted toward my crotch, my erection bobbing as I approached her. “Is everything okay?”
“Yep.” I said matter-of-factly. While she was distracted, I took her by the wrist and whipped her around, pushing her towards a gray tweed-fabric couch. She fell over the couch’s arm, and I held her down before she could bother getting up.
“Vinnie! What are you doing?!” She yelled with a motherly sternness in her tone. I was unphased. Okay, a little turned on, but mostly unphased. “Stop, this instant!” She demanded, and I ignored her, pulling her spandex from over her ass. Dirty girl, I thought. She wasn’t wearing panties. “Vinnie!”
“Quiet!” I barked. Spreading her cheeks, I buried my face into her ass, shoving my tongue against her asshole. I heard Mom gasp. The reaction was lovely. I slid my tongue southward, stiffening it, and shoved it in her hole, allowing my tongue to slither to and fro in her walls. Mom let out a squeal, her body lurching.
I slapped my hand against her ass.
“Bad mommy,” I said. “Stop squirming.” Surprisingly, she did as she was told, her muscles relaxing. Her moans grew louder as my tongue explored her, slurping hungrily at her cunt, flicking stiffly at her throbbing clit. It wasn’t long before the lower half of my face was covered with her cum.
“Oh my god, baby….baby, what’re—ahn!” Without warning I slid my cock into her, and damn-near keeled over.
I took her by the hair and pulled her up, her back pressing against me. “You like your son’s cock in your pussy, huh?” My strokes were careful, steady. I’d just gotten inside, and I wanted to enjoy the experience for more than thirty seconds.
“I do! I do! I do!” She grinded back against me, and she somehow felt tighter. I had to bring a stop to that. And fast. I pushed her back over the arm of the sofa and rapped my hand against her ass again. She let out a high-pitched yelp. She attempted to sit up, but lost her balance when I gave her a long, deep, hard stroke. “Ooooh, fuck!”
The pace of my strokes became faster, my hips tossing more power into my thrusts. She felt so good, so wet. Firey pleasure fanned at my nerves as I worked, and felt an explosion of pleasure as mom’s walls clinched around me like a vice. Her entire frame shook. Her moans came out shuddered and weak. I didn’t dare thrust through her orgasm. I would burst, right then and there. Instead, I took this window of opportunity to pull her pants off completely, her running shoes slipping off as well.
I moved around the sofa and plopped down. “C’mere,” I said, “and sit on my cock.”
“Oh, God, baby…no, mommy can’t—”
“Now,” I said flatly, mimicking her stern expression.
Before she could speak another word of protest, I’d pulled her over the arm of the couch, Mom falling onto my lap. I spanked her again, and she squeaked, her body shaking. God I loved that. Mom pulled herself up, and slowly stradled my lap, jumping every time my skin brushed against her sensitive cunt. I grinned something devious, and grabbed my cock at its base, flicking it up against my mother’s pussy.
“Damn! Damn, damn, damn!” Her hands braced the back of the couch. She looked to be struggling to keep from falling against me.
Damn, I thought. Girls usually don’t get this sensitive until they’ve come at least two or three times! I imagined how bad she would be once I got her to come a second time. After spending a few moments to recover, mom finally eased herself down ontop of me, sucking in sharp breaths, as though she were easing herself into a tub of scalding water. My fingers moved on their own, fastening on her hips and pulling her down as my hips drew upward, slamming into her cunt.
“Vinnie!”
I stroked her, pumping in and out of her like a piston. Mom’s gorgeous body bounced atop of me, her tits jouncing. Her slender brows upturned, and her lips pursed into a pout. Her moans bordered on screams, and I felt her tighten around me again. I didn’t care this time. This time, I thrust as hard as I could, as fast as I could, and my mom let out a high-pitched moan that could have disturbed the dead.
“It feels so good! I can’t take it! I can’t take it, Vinnie, I can’t take it!” She fell against me, wrapping her arms around my head, her tits smothering me. I thrust through a third orgasm, and I could feel myself getting closer to my own. I stroked her like there was no tomorrow, like the world were to explode any moment. I was coming, and the way it rolled through my body, all I could think to do was bear hug my mother as my body lurched spastically. Load after load I shot up into my mother’s pussy … and for a second, I didn’t think I’d ever stop coming.
We sat there for a few minutes, panting like we’d just done laps around the world a few times. I felt this overwhelming sense of euphoria. I felt like I could have died happily in that moment. My fucking life was complete, as far as I was concerned.
“Mom…” I said, but she shushed me.
“Don’t speak, Vinnie…if you do, I might cum again…”
I stifled a laugh, and hugged her close. I thought about my best friend Zander and his mom, wondering if he’d felt this happy after experiencing his mother for the first time. Heh, if it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t even be here with my mother like this…
I smiled.
Thanks, Zander.
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