Gambling Mom's Pussy - 750 Words

"DAMN IT!" dad shouted as the Red Socks evened up the score 5-5 against the Cubs, hitting the over on the 9.5 over/under for the game.

"YES! You owe me $6,000, old man." I shouted at my dad while mom sat beside him, reading her book.

"Okay, how about double or nothing. I'll take the Cubs winning this game."

"No way, you don't have $12,000 to pay me."

"Yes, I do."

"I'm not taking your mortgage money; you're just going to ask for it right back," I said, then glanced at Mom.

Dad tracked my eyes to his wife. Knowing exactly what I was thinking he said "Fine, you can fuck your mother again."

Mom didn't even look up from her book. She was used to her pussy being used as collateral for dad's gambling addiction. Dad made a lot of money as a lawyer, but mom's pussy was the reason they weren't bankrupt.

Looking at Mom, I said, "Instead of paying another $6,000, I want to do it without a condom." My words had their desired effect. Mom's hand stopped mid-page turn, and her breath caught for just a moment before resuming normal activity.

Mom never took birth control, and I knew this was a risky time in her cycle. It wasn't the first time I gambled to take my mom bareback during peak fertility. I knew at least one of my little siblings running around was actually my son, and my youngest sister was most likely my daughter.

Dad contemplated the offer before counters: "Fine, but you clear the $6,000 I owe you and pay me an additional $1,000 if I win. If you win, you pull out of your mother before coming."

"I pay you $3,000 if you win, but if I win, you still pay me $6,000, and I don't pull out of Mom."

"Deal," Dad said. Mom listened passively as her fertility was once again being bet on.

Three innings later, we watched the Red Socks pitcher struck out the last Cubs batter, securing a 7-6 win.

"FUUUCCK!" Dad shouted as he stomped out of the room.

"No, that's what I'm about to do!" I yelled down the hall towards him.

Mom got up from the couch and took my hands. "Where do you want me, baby?" she asked, pretending to be disinterested, but I could tell her nerves were starting to get to her again. Despite having over fourteen children, Mom was still an attractive woman. At 5'6", her hips were a little wide from giving birth so often, but the rest of her was height/weight proportional.

"I just want to fuck you over the couch this time," I said, standing up and guiding my mom to the back side of the living room couch. Mom obediently followed, leaning over the top of the sofa to get herself into position.

I unceremoniously pulled my mother's shorts and panties to the ground. She stepped out of her bottoms as I pulled my own bottoms down and discarded them. Lining up my cock, mom stood on her toes to allow a better angle to enter her pussy.

I grabbed mom by the waist with one hand, and my other hand guided my cock head to her opening. I pressed in slowly, feeling the velvet folds of her lower lips start to spread for me. Gently working her opening, I took hold of her soft hips with both hands, holding tight, as I teased mom with the head of my cock, making my her pussy nice a slick.

Once mom's pussy juices where flowing I sank balls deep into her in a few short thrusts. "Fuck mom, you feel so fucking good," I said, picking up my tempo. "Shit, you feel better than last time." I thrust in and out of the pussy that had given birth to me. Soon I was losing control; Mom's pussy was tighter than any of my girlfriends. In a few minutes, my baby batter was blasting out of my balls and into Mom's womb.

As I came down from my orgasm, Mom turned towards me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Kiss for good luck, baby."

I kissed my mom back. "Thanks."

After Dad paid me my money, it was time to go home. I gave Mom's hand a tight squeeze as I left--but not nearly as tight a squeeze as she was giving me nine months later while I watched her give birth to our second son.