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Caring Mother Ch. 02

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My Mom Leesa woke up Saturday morning with a headache, sore and tired, and curled up against a warm body. She smacked her lips, wondering what that strange taste was in her mouth.

I haven’t woken up next to Bob like this in years. How much did I have to drink last night?! She rubbed her eyes and twisted her head. Huh? This…this isn’t my bedroom. She tried to focus more. Wait…is this Mark’s room? Yes, this is Mark’s room. What am I… Suddenly, she realized she was naked. Why…why…where are my clothes?! Then she realized I was naked as well. What…what…oh my God! No. No way! She found herself in a panic. She quietly but quickly climbed out of my bed, went to the closet, slipped on a t-shirt, and scurried out of the bedroom.

She raced down the hallway and through her own bedroom, where her husband Bob — my dad — was still asleep in their bed and into the master bathroom, where she prepared a hot shower.

She stared into the mirror while the water heated up. What the hell happened last night?! A flash of her husband’s phone going off at the dinner table hit her, followed by a fuzzy image of she and I cleaning the kitchen. She climbed into the shower, racking her aching brain, hoping for more flashbacks.

When she came out for breakfast, she heard the TV on in the family room. She hesitantly peaked around the corner and saw me eating some breakfast and watching the news. She took a deep breath and walked into the room.

“Good morning, honey,” she said nervously. She was wearing a much more appropriate robe this morning.

“Good morning, Mom.” I couldn’t help the sly smile.

As she stood there, a foggy image of me sitting in that same spot shirtless in my gym shorts caused her to bat her eyes.

“(ahem) Did you…did you (ahem) sleep alright last night?” she asked.

“I slept great. How about you?”

“Yes, I, uh, I slept, um…” She paused. “Just exactly how much did I have to drink last night?”

“Ha! Quite a bit.”

She sat down in the chair at the end of the couch. “Yes. Well, I, uh, um, I’m sorry about that.” Her heart skipped a beat when the image of her curled up against me popped into her brain. “I, uh, I don’t seem to recall much from last night.”

I titled my head. “Is that right?” I asked with a smirk.

“No. Um, no, not really. I hope I behaved myself. Ha ha”

“Ha! Hardly.”

Her eyes grew wide. She gasped. An image of me appeared from her memory bank. An image of me with a massive hard on.

“I…I need to go get dressed!” She raced out of the room, down the hallway, past a still sleeping Bob, and into the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and placed her head in her hands. Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd! Is it possible?! I’m dreaming! Yes, that’s it, I’m dreaming! Then all the images started to flood back in. Every single image formed into a full X rated movie. Oh my God! I had sex with my son! I slept with my son! I had that big, beautiful cock in my mouth! GASP! That image filled her head. The smell. The feeling. The pleasure. The joy. Her body began to tingle. Her juices began to flow. Oh my God! Even during the cold shower, she couldn’t get that image and the feelings it brought out of her head. It really was incredible. And beautiful! My God! Why couldn’t his father have been blessed like that? Maybe it’s just the wine. Maybe the wine is distorting it. That must be it! She found herself touching aroused body. She closed her eyes. The images flashed before her. Her legs began to tremble. She nearly passed out trying to muffle her squeal when her body betrayed her.

The rest of that Saturday was uneventful, even though she couldn’t get the image of my massive muscle out of her mind. I caught her glancing at my crotch a few times during the day. I knew it was driving her crazy. It was making me crazy, too! I mean, who knew my mom truly was a MILF?! Not even in my wildest dreams did I think last night would ever happen. Ever. It was making me crazy, too. As many times as I caught her glancing, I’m sure she noticed the obvious bulge in my pants. But I wasn’t going to push it. I mean, she’s my mother! Last night was great, but I’m sure it was alcohol induced. As much as I’d like it to, I’m sure it would never happen again.

By the time we went to bed, every suck, every hump, nearly every word had returned for Mom. She’d been on edge all day. She wasn’t sure how much of it was alcohol induced or how much of it was real, but she couldn’t get the sight of my huge pole out of her mind. She couldn’t ignore the feelings of lust and pleasure she had felt the night before. She had to know if it was real or enhanced by the wine.

After tossing and turning in her bed, she couldn’t stand it anymore. In the middle of the night, she climbed out of bed and walked down the hallway wearing nothing but her negligee. She slowly opened the door to my bedroom and peered in. I was sound asleep. She slipped through the door, tip toed across the room, and stood over the bed. She stared down at me for a moment.

He’s my son! I shouldn’t. escort bayan But there’s no harm in just looking, right? Of course not! She gently nudged me. “Honey, it’s Mommy. I just need to check something, okay?” She knew I was a sound sleeper. There were times I’d fallen asleep on the couch and she would continue to vacuum because she knew it wouldn’t wake me.

“MmmmKay,” I replied dreamily.

She slowly, gently peeled back the covers. GASP! Her hand flew to her mouth. My God! It’s not even hard and it’s huge! The fire between her legs ignited. “Mommy just needs to check something, honey.”

“Mmmmkay.”

She lowered her hand slowly. I sighed when she took me into her hand and she froze. She watched my face to see if my eyes opened, which they didn’t. She turned her attention back to the flaccid object in her hand. She began to lovingly stroke it. It quickly grew in her hand. Her strokes became longer.

My God! It’s fucking huge! I think it’s even bigger than I thought! she thought to herself when it finally stopped expanding. “Honey, you really do have a beautiful thingy,” she barely whispered. My words for last night rang in her ear. “Er, I mean, cock.” She stared at it.?My God, it looks absolutely delicious.” She lowered her head until it hovered over my swollen tip. She opened her mouth wide and slowly moved lower.

“Mmmmmm,” I softly moaned when her lips wrapped themselves around my shaft. Her heart stopped. She peered at me out of the corner of her eye. Her head slowly began to bob. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned again.

She only worked the top two inches, not even trying to deep throat me. I can’t believe Jenny swallows this whole thing! No way! It’s not humanly possible!

My moans grew louder and longer under her watchful eye.

I began to sleepily squirm in my bed. “Mmmmmmm, Jenny-y-y-y. Mmmmmm.”

Ha! I’ll bet Jenny gave him a blow job while he slept! She felt my throbbing grow in her hand and mouth. Oh my God! He’s about to finish! I…I hope he doesn’t wake up! Shit! She sucked on my hose even harder.

With a grunt and a jerk, her mouth quickly filled with my thick, salty spunk. She gulped and sucked as hard and as fast as she could. Some slipped through the seal of her lips and rolled across her hand.

When I was done, I slumped back into the bed. She gave me three more firm pumps, then released me from her suction. She licked her hand clean, stroked me twice more, then licked them clean again.

She gently pulled the covers back over me and stepped back. She gazed at me with loving eyes. What am I going to do with you? She paused and thought about herself. Dammit! Now I’m horny as hell!

She made her way back to her bedroom and opened her nightstand drawer. It was hard to see in the darkness. She rummaged through the contents until she finally found her electronic lover and brought him into the bathroom to do the deed.

When I walked into the kitchen Sunday morning, Mom was already making breakfast.

“Good morning, honey!” she sang. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I slept great,” I said as I rubbed my eyes.

“Would you like some eggs and bacon?”

“Man, that smells so good! Yeah, sure, absolutely. You’re in a chipper mood.”

“Oh, I’m just happy to have my baby home!” And that incredible thing…er, cock!

After lunch, Dad went to the living room to watch some football and I went to the family room to watch some TV and play some Xbox. Mom flitted around the house in her spandex top and shorts doing laundry, cleaning house, etc. She made what I thought were unusual amount of trips into the family room, always excusing herself and apologizing for her interruption. Every time I shrugged her off, hoping she didn’t catch me staring at her tight ass or those incredible breasts barely concealed in the stretchy material that clung to her every curve.

Slow down there, Sport. That’s your mother! What happened the other night was a one-time thing. She was drunk. She probably doesn’t even remember it. My penis wasn’t listening.

Which Mom definitely noticed. My God, look at thing! He can barely keep it in his pants!

Early that afternoon, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She retreated to the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled out her trusty lover from i’s hiding place. She’d hidden it in the bathroom for quick access. She thought she’d be using it a lot in the coming days.

She stripped down, sat down on the toilet, and stared at the metallic object. Hmmm. It’s about the same size as Bob, maybe even a little bigger. It’s certainly not as big as Mark! I wonder…

She opened her mouth, tilted her head back, and tucked the rod into her mouth. It stopped at the entrance to her throat. She pushed, which was quickly followed by a gag. No way! She repeated the process. After several minutes, she had managed to control the gag reflex for the most part, but was nowhere near taking it down her throat. Maybe? But that’s not the reason why she had retreated to the bathroom.

She gasped when the hard tuzla genç escort cylinder touched her raised kernel. She hummed as she slid it along the length of her puffy gash. Her mouth fell open and et out another gasp when the tip punctured her hole, followed by a long sigh as it slid in.

“Ohhhh yes, that’s it, give it to Mommy,” she moaned as she slowly began to slide it in and out. “Mmmmm, give it to Mommy good.”

Suddenly, a little red Devil appeared on her shoulder.

“What’re you doing?! You’ve got the real deal 20 feet away!”

A little white angel appeared on her opposite shoulder. “Yes, but that’s your son! That would be immoral!”

“Who cares?! The boy obviously doesn’t!” the Devil said in a New York accent.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” she said in a sing song voice.

“Come on, Leesa! Think about how good it felt! How good it would feel again to have that kid fuck you with that huge cock of his!”

“Think about how wrong it would be to engage in pleasures of the flesh with your own child. Don’t forget, your lawfully wedded husband can provide the same services you desire.”

“Bullshit! Have you seen the prick on that guy?!” The Devil held up a pinky. “Where’s the kid is hung like a horse!”

“it doesn’t matter what the physical build is. It’s all in the heart.”

“Bullshit! She wants to fuck! The kid wants to fuck! Let ’em fuck!”

“Such language!”

Leesa withdrew the plastic from her body. He’s right. I’ve got the real thing 20 feet away. I haven’t felt like this in 20 years! I feel like a teenager again! Screw it! This will be the last time. Yes, the last time.

As she slipped past the living room, she paused.

“Goddammit, that was pass interference! Jesus Christ! What, are you blind?!” her husband yelled at the TV from his recliner.

She stopped at the entrance to the family room where I was watching a movie. The two figures appeared on her shoulders again.

“Think about what you’re doing, Leesa! He’s your son!” The angel implored.

“Come on, Leesa. Do it just this one time so you can see what it feels like when you’re sober. Yeah, just this once. Sure. Ha!” the Devil chuckled.

Yes. Just this once. While I’m sober. Then that will be it.

Mom stepped between me and the TV with a weird look on her face. One that I’d never. “Hey, Mom. Um, what’s up?”

“Okay, we’re going to have to be quick.”

“Quick about…whoa! Shit! Mom! What the fuck?!” Before I knew it, her stretchy top was over her head and on the floor. Her 38 specials with the bullets loaded were directly in my face.

“Hush!” she said as she fell to her knees and reached into my lap.

“Whoa! Mom! What the…Ah!” I squawked when her hand went in my shorts.

“Hush! Be quiet or your father will hear!” My quickly growing tool was out in the open in a flash.

Her face dove in. “Gah!” I barked when she sucked me in balls deep.

In no time I was too big for her to take half of me in, let alone all of me. My bulbous head smacked against the narrow doorway to her throat. She pulled back and stared at it while she stroked it.

“My God you have a beautiful thingy…er, um, cock,” she sighed.

“Um, thanks?”

She climbed to her feet, stripped off her shorts, and moved over me until she was straddling me.

“Mom, what the fuck?”

She gripped my joystick and began to lower herself. “We’re going to have sex. Do you want to have sex or not?”

“I…well, uh…” She lightly gasped when she touched my tip. “Mom, if Dad catches us, he’ll kill us both.”

“He’s…he’s busy watching…football. But we need to be…quick. And…and quiet.” She gasped again when my bulbous head penetrated her slot. “Now…now be quiet and…and fuck your Mommy. Ohhhhhhhmagawd,” she moaned until she landed in my lap. “That feels amazing!”

“Mom, I can’t believe how tight you are!”

“That’s because you’re fricking huge! Now hush and fuck your Mommy.” She began to bounce in my lap.

I grabbed the fleshy mounds that were jiggling in my face. “Fuck your what? You want me to fuck your tight little pussy? Huh? Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Ohmagawd, yes!” she panted.

“Come on, say it. I want to hear you say it,” I hissed.

“I…I want you to fuck…your mommy’s…tight little pussy.”

“And what do you want me to fuck it with?”

“Ohmagawd! I…I want you to…fuck my tight little pussy…with your huge thi…cock!”

“Oh yeah? Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy like a slut? Huh? Do you want me to fuck your slutty pussy? Huh? Is that it?”

“Yes. Yes! Fuck Mommy’s slutty little pussy!”

I’m gonna wreck your shit,” I growled.

“Yes. Yes! Wreck me!” I released one of her globes, slid it around her hip, and grabbed a toned cheek.

“What id Dad walked in right now? Huh? Would you let him fuck your ass?”

“Oh!” she yiped when I poked her backdoor with the tip of my finger. “I…I don’t know…Mmm! I pulled out and circled her quivering rosebud. Her tuzla kendi evi olan escort body started to twitch.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Huh, Mom? Have you ever taken a cock up the ass?”

“No. No…I…haven’t. Ack!” The tip of my finger went back in and out.

“I’ll bet you want it in the ass, don’t you? I’ll bet you dream of a cock up your ass.”

“I…I…no…mmmmm…” In and out. Her head fell onto my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her heart was racing. Her breathing was labored. “Ohmagawd, you feel…in…incredible…”

“Your such a slut. What kind of mother fucks her son?”

“A slutty mother. Only…only a slutty mother would…would fuck her son. Ohmagawd.” The fire between her legs was almost unbearable.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” I mocked in her ear.

“Yes. Yes! Please…please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what, slut?”

“Don’t stop…mmmmm…don’t stop fucking….fucking your slutty mmmmmother’s tight…little…ohmagawd…tight little pussy with your…huge…fat…cock.” I jammed my finger past her sphincter knuckle deep. “Aaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyeeeeee!” She buried her face into my neck to muffle the howl.

It felt a thousand sticks of dynamite exploded inside her sexy MILF body. Even the tips of her hair felt like they were on fire. She’d never experienced an orgasm like this before. The feeling of my finger pistoning her ass only heightened the intensity. She moaned and groaned and panted in my ear, begging me not to stop.

After what seemed like hours, her body finally stopped spasming. She slumped against my body. Her tits smashed into my chest.

“Ohmagawd, that’s incredible,” she said breathlessly.

“Um, you’re not down yet,” I whispered in her ear.

She perked up. “Huh? Oh my God! You haven’t finished yet?” I smiled and shook my head. “Oh crap!”

I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her, revealing a shiny post. As I stood up, she lid out of my lap onto wobbly legs.

“Come on, bend over.” She did as demanded and grabbed the edge of the couch.

She gasped when I touched her dark, winking hole. “(GASP!) You’re…you’re not going to, you know, do me…there, are you?” she said in a complete panic.

“Ha ha ha! Am I going to fuck you in the ass? Ha! No, not today. You’re not ready for that.” She gasped again when I ran the swollen point along the length of her gash. “What I am going to do is split your shit. Remember, Dad’s just in the other room.”

“Yes, yes, I know. GAH!” I grabbed her hips, threw my hips forward and buried myself balls deep. I penetrated her further than she thought possible. “Oh my fucking God!”

“Hey! Keep it down in there, goddammit!” Dad rumbled. Mom’s heart skipped a beat.

“Ha ha ha! Told ya!”

She scowled over her shoulder. “You son of a bitch.” She turned her head around. “Uh, sorry honey! Just a…just a scary movie!” I drew back and slammed forward. “GAH!”

“Well, keep it down! And get me a beer!”

“In a…in a minute…GAH! In a minute, honey!” She turned back to me. “Goddammit, stop that! He’ll come in here!”

“Ha! Then maybe I’ll let him fuck your ass.” I began to jackhammer her hot slit.

“Just…just…ohmagawd! Just…hurry…up! Gah!”

“Hurry up what?” I asked slyly. Sweat rolled off my face onto her round ass.

“Hurry…hurry up and…finish.”

“Hurry up and cum? Huh? Is that what you want? You want me to hurry up and cum?”

“Yes. Yes. Hurry…hurry up and…cummmmmm.” I reached around and swatted her angry knob. “GAH!”

“You cum first,” I snarled.

“Oh my God,” she wheezed. She rocked back to meet my thrusts. “Oh my God, you’re going…going to make me cum again.”

“Do it. I wanna see you cum twice while you fuck your son. Come on, do it.”

“Ohmagawd, yes. Oh…oh my God. It…it feels…so good.”

“What feels so good, Mother?”

“You. You…fucking me…with…with your huge…ohmagawd…your huge…cock.”

I leaned into her. “3…2…1” I pressed on her button. Hard.

Her back arched. “Oh Jesus Christ! Aaaaiiiiiiyyyyyeeeeee!”

Her button vibrated under my finger. Her body convulsed. Her knees wobbled. She moaned and groaned, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Which was like trying not to laugh in church, it only made it worse.

Just as her clam began to relax, my body stiffened. “Fuck, Mom, you’re gonna make me cum!” If she’s gonna act like a slut, I’m gonna treat her like a slut. I pulled out, stepped back, and squeezed my hose. “Get on your knees! Get on your knees!”

She turned her head. “Huh?”

“Get on your knees! Quick!”

The forcefulness of my words spun her around and dropped her to her knees, unsure of what was about to happen next. I gripped her head like a bowling ball with one hand and pumped my shotgun with the other.

“Oh fuck! I’m…I’m gonna…cum! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah fuck! Huhggggaaaaa!”

“Yes, honey! Give it to me! Give it to Mommy! Gak!”

A rope of milky white crashed onto the bridge of her nose. A second hit just above her eyebrow while a third splattered against a cheek. I leaned in and pressed my still oozing tube against her face and rubbed it all around her face. By the time I backed away, the better part of her face had a milky sheen to it.

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