Day After

I woke up in the morning alone on my mother's bed, naked. Her scent was on the pillow, so was the scent of our sex last night. I laid there with my eyes closed, remembering last night. Vividly recalling how it all started. Few weeks ago, I never would have imagined this would be possible. But here I was lying naked with my cock covered in my mom's pussy juice.

My thoughts were broken by mom's voice - shower and come have your breakfast, son. I am making eggs and potatoes. just hearing her voice made my cock twitch in lust. but like an obedient son I did as she asked and also since I was hungry from our vigorous sex.

After shower I came to the dining room and saw breakfast for one only. She was standing next to the chair with a naughty smile. She was wearing a white and pink cotton kurta. Her dupatta covered her breast modestly. I walked to her and put my right hand behind her pulling towards me and placed my left hand on her ass. I kissed her as her breast smashed against my chest and her pussy under her thin cotton fabric pushed against my morning stiffness. Her scent was only increasing the stiffness on my prick.

After a while she broke the kiss and smiled.

Sit and have your breakfast. I can not have mine unless you do.

I gave her a confused look since I saw only one plate set.

Sit - she said as she pulled me gently by my hand towards the chair.

I obliged. As soon as I sat, she kneeled and went under the table. I had a pajama and red t-shirt on. She pulled my PJ, I lifted my ass to help her pull it off of me. My stiffness sprang out, bouncing up and down a few times till she put her hands around it.

This is my breakfast today - she looked up at me and said with a smile.

I watched as she slowly engulfed my erection with her mouth. There was no way I would be able to eat while my mother was sucking my dick. I wanted to enjoy the show. I moved the chair a little to the side and her with it. She was now out from under the table in full view as I watched my cock appear and disappear in her mouth. She was not able to take the full length in but a bit more than half in and I was hitting the back of her throat.

My cock was slick from her saliva coating. She was slowly massaging my balls with her left hand as he sucked my cock in and out.

My cock feels so good inside your mouth, mother.

Suck it, suck your son. oh, yeah, yeah! just like that.

Hmmpff.mmm. her muffled moan escaped as her face was stuffed with my rigidness.

She was making slurping sound as she pulls out leaving only the tip inside and then sucks it back in.

Suck my cock mother, I want to shoot my cum in you. You want to drink your son's milk, don't you, you slut. my cum bitch. suck me just like that. my beautiful cock sucking mother.

I grabbed her head and started to push my cock a little deeper, almost gagging her, holding her in that position for few seconds and then releasing her to allow for breathing.

gaugh.gluck...mmhmpf.slurp.mmhmpf.

The sound of her sucking, the view of my cock going in and out of my mothers mouth and the thrill of hitting the back of her throat was bringing me to the release point.

I am going to come in your mouth mother, drink your son's cock juice, swallow my sperm.

I could not hold the tide any longer. I held her head as I hit the back of her mouth and shot my load, grunting; one after another, till I was spent. Like a good girl she held her breath till I was finished and released her head. She was breathing intensely, collecting herself, mouth closed. Slowly she opened her mouth and showed my cum on her tongue, looked up at me and swallowed.

Did you like it son? did you like your mommy sucking your cock and drinking your cum?

I pulled her up and kissed her. I could taste the cum in her mouth.

Oh, yes.

She fixed her cloth and I pulled my PJ up. We were both in need of some nourishment. There was enough breakfast for both of us. So, we shared from the same plate, feeding each other while she was sitting side ways on my lap.

After breakfast we sat with tea in front porch. The house was surrounded by tall trees. There is a narrow, windy road, wide enough for only one vehicle, that connects the house to the main road. Since the house is in the middle, it is impossible for anyone to see us without walking long way inside the property.

Mom snuggled against me, almost resting her head against my chest. Her right arm wrapped around my back. I put my left are around her shoulder pulling her towards me, We were drinking not just tea but the company, touch and warmth. No longer just mother and son, lovers and perhaps more.

your dad will be home soon - she said with sadness in her tone.

Mhm..but we still have few hours to ourselves. He won't be here till dusk.

I need to tell you something about your father and our marriage - she said looking up at me.

I didn't want to interrupt by responding and waited for her to continue.

Your grand mother married me off in a hurry after my father's untimely death. Your father, my husband, has always been a good provider and treated me with kindness, respect and love. At times, I was harsher to him than a dutiful wife should. I now know why.

In my head many thoughts were racing. Is this the end of us? Will she ask me to whisk her away from here? Will we sneak around my dad, her husband and continue fucking? I quietly listened, not wanting to disrupt her.

Your father and I never had as much sex. You took me more in last few days than your father did in last nineteen years. you have made me come more than your father did. Until I gave myself to you, my son, I never knew sex could be this pleasurable, satisfying. She stretched upward and laid a soft kiss on my lips before continuing.

I was pregnant few weeks after our marriage. I was happy, so was everyone else in the family. Your father did not enter me since.

We re-positioned ourselves on the sofa. I laid on my back with my head resting on the arms. Mom laid on me, her lower body between legs, her breast pressed against me and her head resting on my chest. I was slightly squeezing her small, round buttocks as she finished talking.

Mom, why did you and dad stop having sex?

We had sex only few times and I was blessed with you. I never really knew the pleasure of sex. It was painful first couple of times and very brief other times. Till this day, I don't know why exactly your father stopped having sex with me.

There is one thing. Your father watches porn on his laptop and relieves himself time to time. I saw it few times. But, I never questioned him about it and I don't think he knows that I know.

The scent of her body, the talk of her sex life or lack of it, her radiating heat had me stirring, stiffening. I moved my hands up rolling her kurta up and over her head. She was now lying topless on me. I lifter her so that her tits were hanging atop my mouth. I slowly brought her down taking her right breast in my mouth. She was supporting herself with one hand and with she was pulling my head towards her tit.

mmmmmhh... Suck mommy's tit.

After a few minutes of sucking mothers breast by alternating. I turned her around pinning her under me and quickly removed both our pants. I entered her with urgency and impatience. Wasting no time I started pumping my throbbing hard-on in her hot, silky cunt.

You make me feel so good son. I love your cock in my pussy. It feels me up. Gives me pleasure I never knew was possible. Fuck mommy, fuck your mother. my love, my son.

I pulled out of her, flipper her on her stomach and entered her slippery pussy in one push. My manhood was going in and out of mom.

I was grunting and she was moaning. She was lifting her ass to meet my thrust every now and then. I kept trusting in and out like a possessed horny son. She might have already come, but I wasn't sure. I wanted to go deeper with every inwards thrust. I wanted to come deep in her. I felt the familiar urgency in me signaling release was imminent. Just then we heard a car honking. It takes a minute for a car to make it in from our gate to the point where it can see the house.

I was not going to pull out in spite of the risk of getting caught by my father with my dick in my mother's cunt. After pounding her few more times I grunted and with one final push I came, shooting my sperm in my mother's vagina where once my father shot his load to create me.

Your father will catch us - mom said breathing heavily.

Hurry, son.

I looked at the direction of the road expecting to see a car driving towards us. I saw no car but heard honking further away. dad gotten off at the gate and decided to walk the rest of the way giving us few extra minutes. Had he taken the car to the front of the house, he would have been witness to his son shooting cum in his wife's pussy.

The rush of climax barely subsided but we stood up hurrying. Mom put her pants and kurta on. I grabbed my clothes and went inside as I heard mom say in unusually loud voice - you are back! How was your trip back. I put my pant and t shirts on before walking out the door to greet dad. He was still walking towards the house. Mom was crossing her legs, probably to prevent our mixed cum juice from dripping all the way out. My cock was wet from mothers pussy juice mixed with my sperm. In that state, we welcomed dad back.