Let's just say my mom, thanks to me, has had a helluva a summer. She was kidnapped and fucked by a buddy and I for nearly 3 days. She was the "victim" of a home break in and fucked all night by the same buddy and I. We've fucked on the patio and been caught by the neighbor, who happens to be a pastor. Then we went to his church and I convinced her to fuck his brains out -- right there in the church.
We've been fucking every day, multiple times a day, for most of the summer. She always acts like she doesn't want to and it's wrong because she's my mom. But, by the end of our fuck sessions, she's begging for more of my fat cock. I tell her she's nothing but a cock loving slut. She won't admit to it, but she knows it's true.
She's a natural beauty, with a 5' 10" frame, long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, incredible legs, and 38D-24-36 curves. Every man turns his head when she walks into the room. She's always dressed in something that accentuates her curves and usually shows plenty of skin. She hasn't always been a cock loving slut. She's my cock loving slut in training.
I was only a couple of weeks away from heading back to college. Mom would mention she's going to miss me so much when I go back. I usually responding by telling her she can always come visit me and the cock she loves. She'd tell me that wasn't it, she'd miss having her one and only child at home. That was probably true. But we also knew she'd be missing my fat cock fucking her, too, whether she'd admit or not.
I found out Mom's baby sister Chrissy was coming to visit for a few days. I'd always liked Chrissy a lot. She was 10 years younger than Mom and way more outgoing than Mom, always the life of the party. She was also stunning like Mom, but had a completely different build. She was around 5' 6" with long, brown hair, a round face, big brown eyes, and 36C-24-36 curves. Like Mom, she wasn't afraid to show off her curves. It was always fun having Aunt Chrissy around.
When Aunt Chrissy got to our house, I instantly got a hard on. She was wearing a white t-shirt that said "Eyes Up Here" with an arrow pointing up across her chest. Along with that she wore a pair of cut off jeans and a pair of white wedge sandals. The shorts and the t-shirt looked like they were two sizes too small. The shirt did nothing to hide her silver dollar size pink areolas and gumdrop-sized nipples. The shorts barely covered her sweet little ass.
She came through the door and, after hugging Mom, came to me. "Wow! Look at you! What a handsome young man you've grown up to be!" she said before she wrapped me in her arms. Man, she smelled good! And felt good in my arms. I tried to imagine what it might feel like with her arms wrapped around me in bed while I fucked her. I wondered if she could feel my boner through my basketball shorts pressing against her taut stomach.
We spent the rest of the day visiting and catching up on everybody's lives.
The next morning I woke up with my usual morning wood. As usual, Dad was out of town, so I went in Mom's bedroom. I walked to the side of the bed. I pulled out my stiffy and rubbed it on Mom's sleeping lips. She quickly woke up and pushed me away.
"What're you doing?!" she asked almost in a panic.
I smiled at her and waved my wand at her. "It's time for my morning blowjob."
"Not today! Not while Chrissy's here. What if she caught us?!"
"What? You think she's never seen someone sucking dick? Hell, I'll bet she's sucked more dick than you could ever imagine."
"That may be! But I don't want her seeing me sucking my own son's...dick!"
I continued to wave it at her. "C'mon, Mom, you know you want to. You know you want to suck my fat cock. You know you love swallowing my cum."
"That's not true!"
Who am I kidding? He's right!
she thought to herself. She peeked around me at the door. "Fine! But make it quick."
She swung around and sat on the edge of the bed. I lifted her night shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. "I'll never get tired of looking at these fucking tits," I said as I grabbed a handful, bringing a slight gasp from her. She wrapped her long fingers around my throbbing shaft and gently stroked it. "If you want this to be a quickie you'd better get started," I said with a sneer.
She peeked around my hips at the door again and looked up at me. "A quickie," she stated firmly. I simply nodded my head.
Skipping the usual kissing, licking, and caressing, she took me into her mouth. She'd become quite the pro at giving head. On her second bob she had taken all 9" of me into her throat. Even considering how many times as she'd done it this summer, the feeling of going down her throat made me moan every time.
"Jesus Christ, Mom! You suck dick like a high price hooker! Ohmagawd!" I moaned.
I had my hands on the back of her head. I was driving into her face hard and fast almost immediately. Knowing that this was going to be a quickie, there was no need to draw it out. Soon I had a tight grip on the back of her head, pulling her into me tight. I was driving my rod down her throat hard and fast.
"Oh, fuck yeah! That's it, Mom! Suck my cock! Suck my fat cock! You want me to cum, don't you? You want me to fill your face with cum, don't you?!"
She nodded her head as best as she could and moaned, "Mmmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!" Her vocal cords vibrated on my shaft with each hum.
"Okay! Ready? Here it cums! Here it cums! Here...it...gggggaaaaaa!"
The thick, salty liquid quickly filled her mouth and throat. She gulped as fast as she could but still couldn't keep pace with the volume. She coughed and gagged. Streaks of white oozed from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
I gave one last hard stab down her throat and pulled out. A strand followed the tip out and finally snapped, falling down across her chin. I shook my rod at her, sending the few remaining droplets through the part in her sleep touseled hair and down the bridge of her nose.
"C'mon, open wide. Let's see," I said with a grin.
She opened her mouth. It revealed a spiderweb of white. She closed her mouth and gulped. Looking up at me with her fuck-me eyes, she opened her mouth again, revealing her sexy red tongue and empty mouth.
I nodded my head. "Nice."
Mom came back to reality. She wanted me to fuck her good and hard but she couldn't risk it. She swiped a finger across her chin and tucked the excess cum back into her mouth. "Go on, get out of here before Chrissy sees us."
As I walked down the hallway, Aunt Chrissy was coming out of her room.
"Is everything okay down there? Is your mom okay? I thought I heard gagging or something, and moans."
I waved a dismissive hand at her. "Yeah, I heard the same thing. She's fine."
Mom nearly came out of her skin when Chrissy came into the room. "You okay?"
Mom was swiping her forearm across her chin. "Holy shit!" She took a deep breath. "Fuck! Don't you knock?"
"The door was open! And I thought I heard you moaning and coughing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Jesus!"
Now Mom felt bad. "Oh! Well. Thank you. Yes, I'm fine."
"What's that on your chin? And your nose?"
Mom turned three shades of red. "Oh! That! Well, uh, oh yeah! That's the coughing you heard. Yes, um, sometimes I wake up with, you know, stuff in my throat. I wake up coughing and, you know, it gets everywhere." She ran her hand down the bridge of her nose.
"I just saw Mark leave your room. You always naked around your son?" she asked sarcastically.
Mom forgot she didn't have a stitch of clothing on. "Oh! Uh, no, no, I was, uh, under the covers when he came in."
Chrissy looked at her with an I-don't-believe-you look. "Yeah, okay." She turned and started to walk away. Then, over her shoulder, she said "Nice shaved cunt there, Sis." Mom gasped and turned an even deeper shade of red.
Later that day, Mom left to run some errands, leaving Aunt Chrissy and I at the house. I was outside mowing the yard under the hot summer sun which left Chrissy to do what bratty little sisters do -- go through big sister's stuff.
Chrissy went back into Mom's bedroom. "Hmmmm, I wonder if she still keeps a diary. She used to keep it right here," she said as she opened Mom's nightstand drawer. "Son of a bitch! She still keeps a diary!" she chuckled as she pulled the booklet out of the drawer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Let's see what sis is really up to these days."
Chrissy began to flip through the pages. "
Bob's out of town again...Mark hit a homerun...I talked to Mother today
...blah blah blah, boooooring." She continued to flip through the dog eared pages. Then abruptly stopped. Her eyes grew wide. She brought the book closer, as if to make sure she was correctly seeing what she thought she was seeing.
"Tuesday I was kidnapped at gunpoint! Two masked men took me somewhere and raped me! Raped me for almost 3 days!" "
Whaaaaaaat?!" She said to herself out loud in a shrill, shocked voice
She continued to read the entries much more intently now, as if she was reading a classic novel.
"They called me a slut. A cunt. I begged them to fuck my ass and my pussy with their big, fat cocks. I wanted to swallow their cum." "I'd forgotten how good it felt to have a big, fat, young cock fuck me good and hard. I can't stop thinking about it! Where can I get more? I'm getting wet just thinking about a fat cock in my ass." "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." "I can't believe how big Mark's cock is! He's so much bigger than his father." "I can't stop thinking about Mark's huge cock fucking me! He fucked every hole I have!"
It went on to describe, page after page, in varying degrees of detail, how big my cock was, how much she loved it, how she couldn't let me know, and our many encounters over the past few weeks. Chrissy was floored. She stared at the book, not in horror, but in shock that her big sister was such a slut. Her mind was racing.
She's fucking her own son!
she thought.
It goes on page after page about how big and thick his cock is!
She paused for a moment. Chrissy, unlike Mom, was no stranger to cock. Make that many cocks. It was no secret that she was a bit of a wild child in her early years. Her wild side had tamed down as an adult, but not by much.
I've got to see it for myself!
She heard the door open as I walked in from outside. Chrissy jumped off the bed, quickly put the diary back into the drawer, and raced down the hallway to her bedroom. When she heard me coming down the same hallway, she stepped out of her bedroom, slightly startling me.
