Three weeks ago my buddy Steve and I kidnapped my mom and fucked her luscious body for almost three days. I read in her private journal that she couldn't stop thinking about those three days and wondered where she could find more young cock. Last week I arranged a home "break in" so Steve could come into the house, have his way with her, then "force" me, her son, to fuck her all night. I was anxious to see what her journal had to say, if anything, about the most recent fucking.
The day of the "break in" Mom and I both slept in. We had been fucking until daybreak, we were both exhausted. That afternoon we saw each other for the first time since.
"Mark, about last night," Mom stammered.
I cut her off. "I already know what you're going to say, Mom. We were forced to do it. We'll never speak of it again. It never happened."
She took a sigh of relief. "Yes, exactly. We'll act like it never happened. Thank you." She paused. "Want me to make you something to eat?" she said, trying hard to act like we hadn't spent the better part of the night fucking each other's brains out.
A few days after the "break in" she was at her regular appointment at the racquet club and Dad, as usual, was out of town. It had been a few days, it was time to see what the journal had to say. I found it in her nightstand and opened it to the final pages.
"We had a break in at the house last night! It was one of the men who kidnapped me two weeks ago! Not the one with the huge dick though. Maybe I wouldn't have minded it so much if it had been him. But this bastard made me have sex with my own son! It was perverted!"
Then the next day.
"I can't believe how big Mark's cock is! He's so much bigger than his father. For some reason it felt so...familiar. Like I'd had it before. The feeling of him inside of me. The taste of it in my mouth. The thickness and saltiness of his cum. I don't understand why it felt like we'd had sex before. God forgive me, the feeling of his fat cock in me was incredible! He made me cum so many times I lost count! Does that make me a horrible person? A horrible mother? A cock hungry slut like they said?"
Then the next day's entry.
"I can't stop thinking about Mark's huge cock fucking me! He fucked every hole I have! My body aches to be fucked like that again! But I can't! I'm his mother for God's sake! I have to find another way to satisfy my yearning. I guess it's back to my huge dildo under the bed. Good night."
Ha! I knew it! For the next few days I didn't bring it up. I tried to act as if nothing ever happened. Even though seeing that 38D-24-36 body gave me a hard on every time I saw it. Hell, just thinking about fucking her again gave me a hard on. But I didn't act on it. What I did do, however, was test her willpower as best as I could. I spent the days walking around the house shirtless to show off my tan, chiseled torso and shorts that made my trouser snake plain as day. I could tell she was struggling more and more to fight off her urge to pounce on me. Every night, and sometimes multiple times during the day, I could hear low moans coming from her bedroom.
Finally, after nine days, I decided it was time to act. I saw my opportunity and took it. She was out back sunning that incredible body next to the pool. Her long blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders and designer sunglasses protected her laser blue eyes from the glaring sun. She was wearing a peach colored micro bikini that always gave me a stiffy. I had jerked off more than once looking out from the bathroom window while she sunbathed. Today I intended to do more than jerk off.
She didn't realize I was outside until my shadow ran across her face. She looked up at me and smiled. "Oh! Hi, honey. What's up? Is there something wrong?" I could see her eyes behind the sunglasses bounce back and forth from the noticeable bulge in my shorts to my face.
I shook my head. "No, nothing's wrong. Not really. Can we talk for a sec?"
"Absolutely! What would you like to talk about, honey?"
"Well...you know the other night? We said we'd never talk about it again, but..."
She cut me off. "Stop right there! We agreed. It never happened."
"I know, I know. But it
did
happen. I can't stop thinking about it!"
Mom took a deep breath. "I know, honey, I know. But we have to put it out of our minds, as tough as that might be."
A tough time, huh?
"Are you having a tough time forgetting it, too?"
She gasped. She'd slipped up. "No! No, that's not what I said. I meant..."
"How can we forget? I mean, you were begging me to fuck you in the ass. I think you said something about what a huge fucking cock I had."
She was stunned. She tried to gather her thoughts. "I...I...I, uh, well, that was in the heat of the moment. I mean, we had guns pointed at our heads!"
"Mom, you sucked my dick. You begged me to cover you in cum."
"I...I..."
"I mean, I get a fucking hard on just thinking about it." I whipped my 9" of thick muscle out of my shorts. It bounced a few inches from her face.
I saw her eyebrows nearly fly off her head. Her first reaction was shock. Her second reaction was a dampness between her legs.
"Put that thing away!"
"C'mon, Mom, just this one time. Suck my dick just this one time and I'll never say anything about it again."
"Suck your...what if somebody sees us out here?!"
I felt a crooked grin cross my face. Gotcha. "Nobody's gonna see us out here. C'mon, just a quick blow job. You suck dick like a pro, Mom."
She gasped. "Don't talk to me like that!"
I chuckled. "I meant it as a compliment. I've had a lot of girls suck my dick, but you're the best cocksucker I've ever had."
She gasped again. "Don't talk about me like that! I'm your mother!" Despite her protest, she got some gratification knowing that she sucked dick better than the little hotties I was always bringing home. But she couldn't let me know that. Despite her protests, her body gave her away. Her gumdrop-sized nipples were trying to shred her thin bikini top. I could see a streak of wetness in her bikini bottoms.
"C'mon, Mom, just this one quick blow job."
She looked around the property for possible prying eyes. She forgot all about going inside. "Fine! But just this once."
I nodded my head. "Just this once."
And if you believe that I've got a bridge to sell you.
She sat up and grabbed the bouncing pole that was staring her in the face.
I can't believe how much bigger he is than his father!
She licked her lips without even thinking about it. She searched the property again. She opened her mouth and moved in slowly. The thought of tasting my meat again made her heart race. I felt her hot breath rush across the tip. The swollen head entered. Her lips clamped down at the halfway point.
My head leaned back. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck! That's the shit right there!"
My rod began to slam against the back of her throat when she started to bob her head. Her hand followed her mouth with a firm grip, essentially giving me a hand job and a blow job at the same time. I pulled her head towards me and held it there while I tried to stuff it down her throat. I watched her hand slip between her legs. She gave a light moan at the first touch of her own hand. I reached under and grabbed one of her large globes and massaged it. The thin triangle of material fell away easily. The pinch of an erect nipple brought a muffled squeal.
I could feel her throat muscles trying to open. I held her head with each thrust of my hips until she gagged. Then it happened.
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck!" I moaned again when i slipped into her throat. "Goddamn, Mom, you know how to suck dick!" She got a strange sense of satisfaction from the comment.
This went on for several minutes before I felt a change in her pattern. Her muffled moans became louder. Her body tensed.
"You're about to cum, aren't you? You're about to fuckin' cum, aren't you?" I asked while I continued to fuck her throat. She nodded and moaned. "You fuckin' slut! Go ahead, show your son how a fuckin' slut cums while he fucks your face."
I could see her hand moving frantically between her legs. I squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipple while my balls bounced off her chin.
"Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Ggggggffffff!"
Her body exploded with a blast of energy. Her fingers pounded her vibrating clit. The grip on my post was tight. She wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. She moaned and groaned while my meat filled her throat.
I saw her pull her hand from between her legs. I drove my plunger into her throat as far as I could. I held her head against me. Bubbles of cum slipped out from her lips while her body begged for air. I pulled back just long enough for her to take a breath, then drove forward again. Her hands pushed against my hips.
I finally pulled back and pulled out. She looked up at me. "You...you...you didn't, uh, finish," she panted.
I grinned back at her. "Nope, not yet. Roll over."
"Roll over?" I grabbed her waist and started to twist her body. "Wait. What?!"
She finally got into a position on the lounge chair with both hands gripping the edges of the lounge chair, one knee on it, and one foot planted on the cool cement. I tugged at the tiny bottom of her bikini and it broke away from her body easily. Her naked, heart shaped ass was staring me in the face. I slid between her legs.
"Wait! You said a blow job!"
I chuckled. "You want this as much as I do."
She looked back at me. My swollen purple head touched her still quivering cunt lips.
"Wait! No! No! You said a blow job!" she said plenty loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I threw my hips forward. I easily slid past her velvety folds and stopped when I was balls deep. Her back arched. "Oh holy shit!" she screamed.
"Fuck yeah," I moaned. I grabbed her ample hips and began to jackhammer away at her slit. "C'mon, Mom, tell me you love this. Tell me how much you love me fucking you," I hissed.
She shook her head. "No! No! It...it...fuck! It's not, mmmmm, true!"
"Liar!" I slammed my hips forward as hard as I could, bringing a loud bark from her. "Tell me how much you love my cock fucking your slutty little cunt!"
She shook her head again. "No!"
I reached around and pinched her excited clit, bringing a loud yelp. "Do it!"
