Are You Fucing Mom?

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

I have to say a word in my defense here. Of course I knew what Mom meant. And I'll be damned if it didn't make me feel sick doing this. But this is what you're supposed to do, isn't it? When you fall out of love, especially when there's someone else, you can't string someone along.

I sure as hell didn't tell Ashley that I was fucking Mom. And when I cried talking to her it was for real. Who can really fake cry anyway? When I called I did my best to keep it as vague as possible. It was true that I didn't have those feelings for her anymore, and I could tell she was afraid of the fallout from last time I couldn't get hard for her. She told me it was ok, she even apologized for not being able to keep me hard, which made me feel like even more of a heel.

But most of the apologies ended up being mine, which was the way it should have been anyway. By the end of our conversation she was more angry than contrite. I hung up the phone with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I was aloof with Mom all that day. It was probably a relief to her. She didn't ask me to help her shower that night, and though I didn't say anything about it, I was disappointed. I was tempted to go into the bathroom and look at her anyway, but I realized there was no way I could play it off as an accident.

Ashley:

At least tell me. Is it someone else? Fuck, Nick. Don't do this to me!

Ashley:

Answer me, you fucking coward.

Nick:

I've fallen out of love, Ashley. It happens.

Ashley:

Bullshit, it happens. You're cheating.

Nick:

I'm not cheating.

I turned my phone off. I couldn't deal with this right now. I was really struggling to frame this in a way that wasn't completely selfish, and Ashley wasn't helping. The truth was that this was all just from my perverted desires, and there was no denying it.

Mom got to bed before me, like usual, and she was awake when I got there, though she tried to pretend she wasn't. I heaved the kind of sigh I did when I was a kid and my team lost. "Baby, hey," Mom said. "You ok?"

My back was turned to her. I don't know what I wanted at that moment. Maybe I wanted her to hug and comfort me and tell me I made the right decision, maybe come up with some kind of wild justification that this was the right thing to do. Part of me wanted her to leave me alone so she couldn't see how distraught I was. It was embarrassing. And obviously, part of me wanted to roll on top of her and stick my cock so deep inside her as it would come out her mouth.

So I rolled to face her. It's not like I could hide from her, I never could. "Mom," I muttered, and wanted to tell her, but nothing came out. I just shook my head.

She stared at me for a few moments, her face little more than a dark outline in the night. She knew what was wrong, and in spite of myself, I felt the blood pumping into my dick and raising it, getting ready for action. She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. "Tiger, you know this was never meant to be."

I took her hand in mine and leaned forward to kiss her. "Baby, no-" but her voice was cut off by my mouth covering hers. For half a heartbeat she pulled her head away, but then her hand tightened around mine and she pressed into me, our mouths fitting together. My tongue stirred, and moved forward, but hers checked mine, thrusting into my mouth. I tasted her again, and it charged my body even more, my cock now fully inflated and moving toward her with renewed vigor.

Mom's face was full of anguish. "Nick, you know we can't do this." I moved closer to her and my member rubbed against her thigh. There was nothing she could say to calm me now. We had done it before, and there was no going back, it was stuck in my head. Her hand slid down, and I could feel her trying to hold it back, but it was no use. She ran her palm along my shaft, and a tremor ran though my body.

"You want this as bad as I do, Mom. There's no reason to fight it." I pressed the rest of my body into her, and we kissed again, her breath hissing out of her nose. It was as I said, I had never wanted anyone like I wanted her. My heart was pounding and I filled my hand with her tit, her nipple already erect and hard. We rolled, and I was partially on top of her. One of her hands held my cock while the other rubbed my back. I kissed her chin, then kissed down her chest.

"Baby, stop." Her voice was a gasping whisper. I kissed her collarbone and shoulder, pulling down the strap of her undershirt. Her pillowy boob felt heavenly under my lips, and I teased her nipple, kissing around it. "God damn it, Nick. Knock it off!"

The sharpness of her voice made me recoil, and she made a supreme act of will to pull her hand away from my engorged member. I looked up at her, my face sunk into her massive tit, her nipple sticking into my cheek. "Mom, we both want this, why can't you accept that? I know it makes you feel weird, but there's no reason to fight it."

She pushed me away from her, and I made my own act of will to not lean back into her. The hope I had was slipping away and I felt a trickle of panic. "Nick... fuck. We've been over this. We

can't.

It's not good for us."

"You need this, Mom. I've seen how you are." She couldn't hide anything from me either now. "I've never seen you this lonely since... you know."

"This is something I have to go through, Nick." She struggled to keep her voice even. "You can take care of me without..." she gulped, "fucking me."

"I'm lonely too, Mom. I loved Dad too, and I've been thinking about him as much as you have. Just let me do this for you!" Neither of us believed this was a selfless act on my part. I would have said anything, and all that was holding back was my love for her and respect for her words.

"We can't do this and have separate lives, Nick. There's a reason family members and sex stay separate. Fuck me, I can't believe I have to explain this to you."

"Your relationships outside of our family have been shit, Mom. When was the last time you felt like this? Mine haven't been much better."

She shook her head, defeated by the combination of her desire and my persistence. "Ashley," she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek. "You can't do this when you're with her, Baby. I'm sorry."

I gulped. "We broke up."

"What?" Mom was incredulous. "She was a nice girl, Baby. That was fucking stupid! Why would you do something like that?"

I locked eyes with her, hoping mine would convey the sincerity of my words. "For you."

"For...?" Her eyes were wide, and that was the moment I could see the resistance crumbling behind them. Ashley was her last, desperate defense, her last resort to tell me (and herself) that no matter how right this felt, it was wrong. She took my hand again, and squeezed so hard it hurt.

We crashed into each other, rubbing and kissing and stroking and licking every part of each other's bodies we could reach. I was floating, my hope having been rekindled. This was happening. "You son of bitch," she hissed, but she was smiling.

"Guilty as charged," I said as I rolled over on top of her, letting the implications of my words sink in. I pulled her top so recklessly that it hung up on her arm and nearly tore. Her majestic tits were under me now, jiggling and wagging and shaking with her fervent movement. I reached down to pinch her nipple, and rolled it between my fingers. I could see the dark blush at their tips, even in the meager moonlight. I could feel my pounding heart in my extremities.

"Fucking scoundrel," she said, yanking at my boxers. "Damn it, Nick. Turn over so I can see that dick." I obeyed, and my rock hard member leapt forth from confinement and slapped her on the belly. "How did you get such a handsome cock, Baby?" she hissed.

"Good genes, I guess." I leaned down on top of her, swallowing her whole with my kiss. Our mixed spit leaked out the sides of our mouths. Just like before, I kissed down her body, longing to enjoy her tits. It would be just like when I sucked her tits so many years ago, except this time I would have the carnal lust I was feeling to enhance the experience. I ran my tongue around her nipple.

"You want to suck on mommy's tits again, Baby? I know you can't get enough of them." She had no idea.

My mouth closed around her nipple, and I flicked it back and forth with my tongue. I pinched and pulled her other fat udder, making her hiss with combined pain and pleasure. "Good boy," she grunted. My fingers sank into her boobs, like fresh, warm dough. I slid my fingers together until I got to the nipple and gave a tight pinch with a tug.

Every cell of my body buzzed, I felt like a bursting thermometer in those old cartoons. Soon my cock would be bursting inside her just like that. I slid my naked, wet dick up and down her leg, the clouds of my climax already looming in the distance, ready with lightning and rain.

My sucks and licks made a mess of her breasts, and I bit down as gently as I could, trembling my jaw. "God damn," she threw her head back. "Feel down there, Tiger. Feel how wet you've got your old mom." I sucked her nipple into my mouth until it was completely inside and then bit down. Mom gasped and her hand closed around my hair.

I did as she said, sliding my hand down her smooth belly and inserting it inside her panites. She was like a jungle down there, sweltering and humid. Her foliage tickled my hand. Her lips were slick with her juice, and I traced my finger around them. That combined with my teeth clenching on her nipple sent shivers down her spine and she lit out a few little whimpers. "Your pussy feels ready for my cock, Mom. You want me to fuck you?" My finger was wet with her brew.

"Yes, Baby. Be a good boy and fuck Mommy. But wait." She stripped her panties off and rolled to the side out from under me. "I'm gonna ride you, I know you want to see my titties shaking on top of you."

"I would love that, Mommy." Calling her that made my stomach quiver, the nervous sensation radiating out to my extremities. "I want," I gulped, "I love your belly too, I want to see it."

Mom guffawed, turning my shoulders and positioning herself over me. Every ripe, luscious part of her was pressing into me now, and my cock was flat against her stomach, already slippery from my precum. "Sweet talker. You don't like Mommy's fat belly like that." She pulled her panties down and tossed them on the floor, her luscious belly quivering with her rapid movement.

She sat up on my legs, my dick just in front of her pussy. Her hand clenched my cock, smearing precum up and down the shaft. I moaned, struggling to make coherent words. "No, Mommy. I swear, you have a beautiful belly." I filled my hands with her warm flesh to hit home the sincerity of my words.

She laughed again and undulated her hips against my member. The hair of her bush tickled it. "I guess I would be a fool to argue." She pumped her hand up and down my cock a couple of times, smearing the additional precum that had oozed out. My hands moved up and down her middle, as if I could get all her fat into my hands. "That feels good, Baby. I guess you really do like it."

She sat there on top of me, the features of her face and body traced by the moonlight. Her eyes burned with her desire, even if she tried to keep the rest of her face cool and seductive. Her huge tits hung down over her belly again, nearly to her navel and they pumped and flowed with the rest of her. I gave her paunch a playful slap and it wiggled with the impact. "Mom, please. You're torturing me."

"You want Mommy to ride your cock, Baby Boy? You've been so good taking care of her, she doesn't know what she'd do without such a good boy." She inched her hips forward, and my cock sank lengthwise into the cleft between her legs. Her heat and wetness engulfed me. "I think you've earned it. I'm ready for my good boy's cock and cum inside me."

With that she slid forward just a bit, maneuvering my cock so she could shove it up inside her. Then she moved back down, and her warm, velvety pussy slipped around my cock. She felt like heaven, and I thought for a moment I would cum right then. Mom shuddered and groaned as she eased me in, her weight pushing me deeper into her than I had ever been before. My cock skewered her, and her pussy dripped all over me, making my cock and stomach slick. I gripped her thighs, my fingers pressing into the meat of them..

"Fuck, Baby, that feels so good," she moaned. Her hips shifted, and again her velvet insides rubbed the length of my shaft. Her tits heaved on top of her chest with her desperate breaths and she squished them in both hands, pinching her nipples just like I had.

"Mom..." I moaned, but couldn't manage to get any more words out. It felt strange giving control over to her like this. I had always liked to be in control when I fucked a girl. I had let Ashley ride me a couple of times, but I didn't like it as much. But Mom being on top of me like this, being in control, being my

mom

felt as natural as anything. I couldn't do anything but gasp and groan and squeeze.

Mom's hands ran up and down her body. "You have no idea how turned on you've got me, Nick. God damn you feel so good inside me." She shifted her hips, making my cock enter her at a slightly different angle. She quickened her pace, and was rocking back and forth on top of me, her tits wagging from side to side. I had that feeling of unreality in me again. This doubly impossible fantasy was happening again, like a dream materializing before my eyes. I could feel my climax looming again, it was amazing I had lasted this long with her already.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon, Mommy," I gasped.

She grabbed my hand. "Rub on Mommy's clit. She's close too, your cock is just that damn good. You know I've been thinking about this too. Having this sexy young boy next to me all night has been unbearable. I've needed you to fuck me so bad." Mom spread her pussy and I saw my cock, wet and shining, pumping in and out of her. I touched the button of her clit with my thumb and stroked her. "That's it, Baby. Shit. It won't be much longer. We gotta teach you to last for Mommy. I love getting my Baby's cum, but I want a good long ride."

My cock was heating up, and though I had a few seconds, I knew there was no stopping my orgasm. I rubbed furiously at Mom's nub, I had to make her cum. I

had

to. She was bouncing on top of me now, her face red and slack, and I had trouble holding my hand in the right spot. Her tits were wild and sweaty now, slapping against each other, and shooting out her sides.

There was a quick tremble through her body and she thrust her tits forward, her mouth dropping open. There was a trembling breath from her and then a long, low groan. Her drip became a flood and she writhed and shook on top of me. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back, and she twitched. "Fuck, Baby. Ffffuuuuccckkk! You're making Mommy cum, good boy!"

This was enough to push me there, and my dick tingled and throbbed with my own climax. "God damn!" I gritted my teeth and the hot electric pulses exploded through my cock. Like Mom, the muscles in my body clenched, and one pump after another, I shot hot cum into her eager pussy. I struggled to breathe.

Fuck, I'm cumming inside Mom

. The thought shot through my mind and though I knew I should have felt revulsion, it only sharpened my orgasm and it electrocuted me with its power. Mom and I matched each other moan for moan, and I felt again like this was happening inside my head, that I was imagining and jerking off, and soon I would return to reality.

Mom's groans faded into grunts, and the quakes in her body faded into trembles. Soon, I felt the cold breeze from the window on my sweating skin. "Baby, my God," Mom said. "I can't believe how hard you make me cum."

"You too Mom. I can't believe we're doing this." My cock was deflating, but still firmly wedged inside her.

Her shoulders rose and fell with her breaths, her blonde hair wet with her sweat. "You said you wanted to take care of me right? If making me cum that hard isn't taking care of me, I don't know what is."

My own chest heaved. "I came pretty hard myself. Thanks Mom."

She bent down. My cock slid, but didn't quite fall out her slit. She gave me a single slow, tender kiss. "Anything for my good boy," she whispered.

--

"It's been years since I've worn this damn thing." Mom pulled her shining pink dress up and down her body. It had straps over the shoulders and hugged her figure more than she wanted. I ogled her as she squirmed. "Hmm, I guess you like that this thing makes me look like an overstuffed sausage."

"You know you're gorgeous in anything, Mom." She was right, though. This dress was a bit too small, and it hugged every curve she had. I was heating up watching her squirm and wiggle like this.

Mom had tried on a few other dresses, and this was one of the better fitting ones. She was dressing like she was going on a date, and I guess in a way she was. We were meeting Cammy at a steakhouse in town, and Mom fretted about making a good impression. I think she wanted to show me that she still had it, though she convinced me of that a long time ago. I had put on a button-up shirt and Mom had pressured me into wearing a tie, which I hated. Still, she wasn't the only one that wanted to impress and I went along.

For the few days before that, Mom and I had enjoyed each other extensively. After that last barrier was removed, we went at each other like teenagers. All it would take was a look when I got home from work, or a soft caress when we got ready for bed. I had showered with her too, although the pretense of her back hurting was completely gone now and we did it only to enjoy having our hands all over each other. We had to be a little careful with her ankle, even though she was healing nicely. She even refused crutches for our date.

We fucked again and again. It was like my cum was always inside her and my cock smelled like her pussy whenever I took it out to pee. But it was different with her than it had been with other girls. She usually initiated, and usually determined how we would fuck. I begged her to let me eat her pussy too, which she let me do because I was "so good." She would tell me we were fuciking face to face so she could see me cum, or she would put her ass up in the air and say it was a treat for me. I thought about asking to fuck her ass, but I could never work up the courage. Then she would ride me, and she got better and better about making me wait to cum. I could feel myself being sucked into playing the part of her little boy again.

She didn't bring up Ashley again. We were a done deal now, and whatever happened, happened.

We met Cammy at the restaurant waiting area. "Wow, look at the two of you. I didn't know I needed to be fancy tonight." She had worn a white draped blouse that was low cut enough to show that she didn't have a bra on. She had a nice pair of slacks too. Her hair was a bit shorter than it had been last time I saw her, but other than that she was the same.

I went to hug her and she held out her hand to shake, but she laughed and we ended up embracing. "Thanks for coming with us tonight, Cammy," mom said. I could tell she was trying to sound casual, but she was out of her element hiding her emotions. "It's been too long." She wanted to say more.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I said. Her laugh was full of tension.

The restaurant was noisy. It was the kind of place that seemed nice, but you weren't afraid of making some kind of faux pas. There were brick walls and fireplaces, and the air was thick with the smells of food and the sounds of voices. The inside looked dated, like something from the fifties, but in a classy way. The waitress brought menus, giving us a break from the awkwardness.