As I watched my mother and Ralph standing in front of the priest conducting the ceremony, I fought to control my anger. My mother was finally marrying the bastard. For the past couple years Ralph had been dating Mom, he's done everything in the world to impress me. He has bought me gifts, tickets to baseball games, and is always making conversations with me to get on my good side. My mama didn't raise no fool, so of course I've taken his handouts. Nonetheless, I still loathe him for coming between my mother and me. During the wedding party, I sat alone drinking a gin and tonic, watching my mother and Ralph as they slow danced. Feeling my jealously threatening to overcome me, I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed out of the hall. When I got home I a couple more gin and tonics and went straight to bed.
I didn't see mommy for another week, because the next morning before I awoke they took of for their honeymoon in Hawaii. The thought of her making love to Ralph in Hawaii made me want to vomit. I was in bed when they returned from Hawaii, and though I was awake, I didn't want to talk to her. I was still angry. "Damien, we're back." She opened my door and looked in but I remained still, eyes closed. "Honey, are you asleep?" Her sexy voice was so soothing, I had to suppress my urge to jump from the bed and run into her loving arms.
During the night, I kept tossing and turning, all the time thinking about Mom and Ralph in their room down the hall. I got up to pee and, as I passed their bedroom door, I could hear their bed squeaking and my mother groaning. "Not so loud," Ralph said, "you might wake up Damien." I thought about rushing into their bedroom and throwing Ralph and his belongings out into the street so I could have my mother to myself again. I wanted so much to break back the way things used to be before he came between us. I went to the bathroom and took a leak.
I rifled through the dirty clothes hamper and grabbed a pair of mom's dirty panties with a dried cum stain at the crotch and went back to bed. I dipped my fingers in into my container of vaseline and rubbed in between my palms until it was nice and warm. With the crotch of Mom's cum-stained panties at my nose, I began to massage my dick, fantasizing that it was my mother's warm, succulent lips around my cock. I shot three hefty loads of sperm into her panties and went back to sleep like a baby.
During breakfast that morning, I hardly said a word. Ralph rambled on about what a great time they had in Hawaii and how he was sorry the honeymoon was over, and on and on, half of which I don't even remember. I was too busy sitting in front of Mom, fantasizing about us together. Ralph left the table and I felt my mother's foot nudging mine. She winked at me and smiled, her pearly whites glistening beautifully. I couldn't believe she had to nerve to be teasing me. And if front of her husband. I got up and stormed to my room.
They both left for work and I went to the bathroom and grabbed the most recently worn pair of Mommy's panties. The crotch was still a little moist. I went back to bed and sniffed to my heart's content as I jacked off. Later that night, I had the most erotic dream. In this dream, my mother and I were fucking fervently. Still sleeping, I felt a funny sensation in my groin as if someone's head was at my crotch. I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, and lo and behold, there she was, my beautiful mother, her soft, wet lips wrapped around my cock. She smiled from between my legs, "Morning
son." I touched her face to make sure I was not still dreaming. That familiar touch of her beautiful soft face was hard core evidence. This was the real deal alright.
"Oh, God, Mom. You don't know how much I've missed fucking you, I said as I caressed her face. "But I do. And I missed it too," she said, then ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft. "Where's Ralph, anyway?" I asked. "He went for his morning jog. He won't be back for another hour." I looked at the clock and saw it was five a.m. "Why did you have to marry that bastard? I'm mad at you."
Then my mother gave me the news. "Don't worry, Honey. I will always be here from you. You can have me whenever you want me. As long as he's not around." She resumed sucking my cock. "God, this feels so good," I said, running my fingers through her hair. She tickled my balls with her nails and swallowed by dick until her nose was snug against my pubic hair. She inhaled deeply, relishing my musky odor. Then she began bobbing her head up and down. She started fisting the base of my shaft, her mouth still sucking like a vacuum, determined to extract my semen. "I don't wanna come in your mouth, Mom," I said gasping, "I wanna fuck you first."
