Chapter 02: Fucking on Father's Grave
All people involved in sexual activities in this story are at least 18 years old.
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What you're about to read is based on fact. Many of you won't believe me and I know that this sounds far-fetched. But it's real. It takes place about two years after the events of chapter one at my father's grave. Before you start imagining this as a dark, Gothy story, know that it was a bright and beautiful spring morning.
Despite our complete lack of affection for my father, my mother continued to visit his grave out of propriety and, though she never forced me, I would occasionally come along. However, this would be her last visit. In a week's time, she would be leaving this town and moving to the city where I went to college. She had gotten a job there and we would be renting an apartment together.
As today was a weekday, the cemetery was deserted and there wasn't a single person in sight. My mother and I stood before the grave. Sometimes we would make light, casual conversation but today we were silent. I stood a short distance behind her, taking the opportunity to admire her big round backside, which was emphasized by the short black skirt she wore. My cock had inflated and was leaking precum into my boxers.
My mother sighed. I couldn't quite tell why, but I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, laying my cheek on her head. I originally meant this as a comforting gesture rather than a sexual one. However, my dick was still semi-hard and as I pulled her closer, I was pressing it into my mother's ass crack before I realized it.
Whenever my mother and I were spooning in bed together, I would press my crotch against her butt if I wanted to fuck her. And to give me permission, which she usually did, she would press back. And as I embraced her, she, on her husband's own grave, pressed her big, soft ass against her son's crotch.
Realizing what we had done, I frantically glanced around, my cock growing to its full hardness. I saw no one around, but I still whispered. "Here? Now?"
My mother nodded eagerly, her back arched and her eyes half-closed. "Why not? No one will see us. Real quick."
And so, with my arms still around my mother, I cupped my left hand over one of her small breasts, fondling it through her bra. My other hand snaked down beneath her waist. I stopped at her crotch, stroking it a couple of times through her black skirt before reaching under the hem. I glanced around again, still looking for anyone who might see us. I hoped that anyone who saw us from a distance would simply see two people in an innocent, comforting embrace. I groped her tits harder.
My hand under her skirt went to work, stroking at her cunt through her panties. As I rubbed at her cunt, I felt the cloth of her panties slowly getting warmer and wetter as my mother's aroused cunt began leaking its juices. I began to stroke harder, which forced her skirt to ride up, revealing part of her panties. Mom always wore "grandma" panties but to my incestuous, lust-crazed mind, they always looked like the finest lingerie.
My heart jumped as I heard a rustling sound. I looked again but saw no one. I began rubbing my hand against my mom's cunt harder, listening to her cute and sexy mewls.
"Ohhh...mmmm..." she crooned, arching her back further and giving me better access to her breasts. "Faster, baby. Fasterrr...Oh yes!" I felt her cunt throb underneath my hand and a warm wet cum stain spread across her panties. I kept rubbing as she whispered, "Slow down. Slow. Down." I finally stopped, letting Mom catch her breath. She took a few deep breaths. She turned to face me, her face red but smiling brilliantly.
