WARNING - THIS IS PART 2 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.
If you did not read part one, I strongly encourage you to, it is a longer backstory, and this will be more sexually oriented.
I knew that if I could keep her cumming, she'd be a bitch in heat and would not make me stop fucking her. From what she told me earlier, my mother had not been fucked properly in a long, LONG, time. In my mind, this was my chance to change all of that and my chance to create a lasting incestuous affair with my mother. I also knew that if I worded my demands just right, she would be obedient and do as I ask, when I ask.
I kept sliding in and out of her incredibly wet pussy, even though she had already came several times, she was insatiable. I reached down and started playing with her clit as I continued sliding in and out, my mother closed her eyes tight and squeezed her right tit. Her face was filled with lust, expressions that said at that moment she did not care who was fucking her.
I laid down on top of her, pushing our bodies together and I started to kiss her neck, licking it, nibbling it and I started fucking her harder.
"uhhh uhhh hughh ughh," were the only sounds she was making as I pounded away between her legs.
I continued kissing up her neck and across her cheek until my lips met hers, before she could turn away, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and began exploring her mouth with it. My mother kissed me back, just as passionately as I kissed her. She pushed her tongue back into mine and reached around and dug her nails into my back, and drug them all across my lats. Leaving her marks on my back for the world to see tomorrow. Her way of quietly claiming me.
This set me on fire. I started fucking her harder, faster, no longer did I worry about savoring this, I wanted to make her cum again. My thighs crashed into hers, leaving only the sound of raw sex echoing through the hotel room.
"Fuck Jason I'm going to cum." she said sounding out of breath.
"I want you to cum on me, cum on my dick again." I said back to her, but cautious of calling her mom.
I kept fucking her, as hard and as fast as I could, pounding into her.
"FUCKKKKK...ughhhhh," my mother screamed as I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick as she orgasmed. "Baby, I need you to cum for me," she said exhausted, but I knew I couldn't, I was half-drunk and already came several times...this was going to be an all-nighter for me.
"It's going to take me a while," I said back to her.
"Hunny I need water...I need a minute." my mother said back as I was still sliding in and out slowly.
Fuck. This is where it's going to end, I said to myself. This is where she'll have a moment of clarity and realize she had just fucked her son multiple times.
"I'll get you a glass mom." I said pulling my still hard cock out.
As I stood up, I made my way to the bathroom sink and looked back at her, not knowing if she would cover herself up, or get dressed, or yell at me. But all she did was lay there, reflecting on the beating her pussy just endured. As I quickly left the bathroom, I left the light on so I could see her naked body better. If this was the only chance I was going to get, I wanted to remember it as vividly as possible. I handed her the glass of water and she sat up and turned away from me to drink it.
Not knowing if, or when, I would ever have a chance to see her completely naked again, I reached over and grabbed by cell phone, unlocked it, opened the camera and pressed record. I propped the phone up on the nightstand between the lamp and clock, with the camera lens aimed right at the bed. If all I capture is her nakedness, this would at least give me something to masturbate to. She finished the water, sat the glass down, and laid back down flat on her back. I laid back down on the bed next to her putting my hand on her stomach, just running the tips of my fingers around her belly.
"Jason, we. I think I, this is my fault," she said. "I think I gave you.."
"Mom stop," I interrupted her. "You didn't give me the wrong impression. We talked about what you weren't getting. I love you, and not in the way a son normally loves his mom. You're stunning, and sexy. There's nothing wrong with what happened, it's natural for a beautiful woman to need to feel desired...and I want you."
My mother just laid there, drinking her water, and saying nothing.
"Mom, I don't want this to be a one-time thing. You feel perfect around me and I could tell you think it is perfect in you."
"We can't," she said back.
"Why? We are both adults, and it's nobody's business," I replied.
