Mom's My "someone Special"

Author's Note: I'm sorry I took so long to get this to you. But, hey, shit happens. Since it's been a while, here's a recap of the previous part of the story: There once was a young man called Chris - I know, that line sounds like it was written by a minstrel - who couldn't seem to lose his virginity. So he went online to try and find someone he could end his run of bad luck with and ran into an older woman.

Chris' mom found out about this and tried to put a stop to it. Fearing she'd failed, she decided to set her son up on a date with her friend, Rochelle. But Chris, because he believed he was cursed, was too scared he'd mess up his chances with her. Mom proposed they go out on a practice date. When they got back from it, things got a little...out of hand?

The next day - also Mom's birthday - riddled with guilt, she decided to put an end to their inappropriate behaviour. But later that night, she couldn't help bringing her son to release in the bathroom. The day after that, Chris went out on his date with Rochelle, but backed out of sleeping with her when they got to her place - she wasn't his "someone special." When he got home and relayed this information to Mom, they spend a wonderful evening together :-).

By the way, this one's a little more pornographic, so brace yourself if you're squeamish. I would tell you to stop reading, but since you've gotten this far, I don't have the heart to. Don't worry. I didn't go too over-the-top with anything - or at least I think so. Plus, I like to write for as many people as my story will allow. Sue me.

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Chapter Eight: Life Continues

I rolled off Mom and stared at the ceiling. My chest rose and fell. My head reeled from the intensity of my climax. It took a while for me to regain my bearings. Mom and I moved up to the headboard and shared a pillow. Her arm slid across my chest as her left leg slid up my own. An arm slipped under her head and pulled her closer. I inhaled through my nose and took in the smell of her pineapple scented hair, causing my eyes to close.

"That was amazing," I said.

"Mmmm, I know. You made me feel like I was with your father again. Are you sure this is your first time?"

I smiled and wasn't sure how I felt about what she said, but took it as a compliment. "Yea, I remember you guys did make a little bit of a noise when I was a kid."

She giggled. "I was always worried about you and your sister hearing us. Your old man really knew how to get me going."

"What did you guys get up to?" There's a question I never thought I'd ask her.

"All kinds of stuff."

"...Like?"

She was quiet. "Like the stuff you and that woman on the internet were typing."

"

Really

?" My face scrunched.

"Uh-huh." She nodded, giggling. "I have to admit; even though I was shocked by what I was reading, I got a little turned on by your conversation. I don't really care for being degraded through name calling during sex, but I used to love the feeling of your father's semen on my skin. I used to let him cum on my stomach, tits, feet, ass and sometimes...even on my face. I don't know why, but I used to love being naughty for him.

"Oh, and we used to love roleplaying, as well. Sometimes, when you and Kirsten weren't around, I would get into one of her school outfits and a pair of stockings. Then I'd head to your father's office, where he'd be sitting behind his desk waiting for me. I'd be the naughty school girl who got sent to his office for bad behaviour, and he'd be the no-nonsense principal. After telling him what I'd done wrong, he'd put me over his knee, hike up my skirt and give my ass a good hiding.

"Then he'd blackmail me by saying if I didn't let him have sex with me, he'd have me expelled. Not wanting to get into trouble with my parents, I would timidly agree and tell him he could do what he wanted with me. He would then strip me out of my shirt and thong, make me suck his cock - while he did some work - then give me a good fucking on his desk. Sometimes, he would even stick it up my ass."

Even though I found that story to be kinda hot, hearing my mother using this language shocked me. Her last sentence was even more of a shock. "You used to let Dad stick it in your bum?"

She giggled. "Mm-hmm. I used to love fulfilling

all

his fantasies. Even grew to enjoy anal sex, and demanded he fuck me in the ass at least twice a month."

"Guess I'm gonna have to get used to hearing you talk like this, huh?"

She giggled again. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I bet you didn't know your mom could curse with the best of 'em."

"You got that right." We lay in silence. "So, are you gonna expect anal sex from me, too?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded then almost mumbled, "But only if you want to."

I have to admit; I hadn't given anal sex much thought. Before now, all I wanted was to get my cock inside a vagina. But I was intrigued by idea of it. "I wanna fulfil all of

your

fantasies, Mom."

"Be careful what you say...you might bite off more than you can chew."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, during the day, you could be forgiven for thinking I'm just a boring ol' prude of a mom. But behind closed doors, I can get...a little kinky."

I thought back to when she sucked and swallowed my semen. She had a point

.

But I wanted to know what else I could expect. "Can you give me example, other than anal?"

"Umm, well...do you think you're man enough to give your mom a spanking?"

I laughed. "Probably not...I don't like the thought of inflicting pain on you."

"Gary was also reluctant about giving it a try at first. But after twisting his arm, I got him to indulge me. You really do remind me of him, you know. Your personality is almost the same. Your dedication to working hard is identical. You even look the way he did in his younger days. You've got his blue eyes, his strong jaw and his cute little nose. The only thing you've seemed to inherit from me is my hair colour."

"...Oh, yea? Then what about these small hands?" I used the arm I had around her to lift her left hand and pressed the front of it against my right. My fingers were about half an inch longer than hers.

Mom laughed. "That too." She raised her chin and pressed our lips together. "I love you, Chris."

"Love you, too, Mom. Always have, always will."

She smiled. "So, do you think you've got enough energy for one more round?"

"Mom, with you, I could go all night."

"We'll see about that."

Her left leg slid across my waist before she lay on top of me. Her face came in and lips merged with my own. I was struck by that wonderful feeling again. With my hands on her waist, I held her tight as I pushed my tongue past her lips. We made out for the next few minutes, causing my cock to swell and push its way between our bellies. We were newlyweds or teenagers who'd discovered the joys of kissing.

When her head finally pulled back, she looked me in the eye with a smile that displayed her teeth. She got onto her hands and knees and spun, placing her head over my cock and backing up to hover her crotch over my face.

She took hold of my shaft. Then her lips were around my glans, causing my eyes to close. She swirled her tongue around it, then slowly took me further in until her lips were around my base. My face scrunched as I groaned. Her head bobbed slowly. Her legs spread and pussy inched closer to my face. I took the hint and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. I'd never been in this position before. Mom seemed determined to fulfil my every fantasy.

I pulled her closer. My tongue ran up and down her moist labia. The tip of my tongue slowly circled her clit for a while. Then I drew the letter "I" on it. I followed it up with an "L" then an "O," a "V" and an "E," and ended up writing the sentence, "I love the sweet taste of Mom's pussy," which she moaned and groaned through as she sucked my cock louder and faster.

I repositioned my right hand and penetrated her with my middle and forefinger. I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. I moved my fingers in and out of her as we used our mouths to bring the other pleasure for the next few minutes.

After the mild tremble of her frame, she popped me from her lips and crawled lower down the bed. Mom grasped my cock and pointed it skywards as she stood on her knees. She penetrated herself with my glans, regained her balanced and dropped her hips. She gasped as her head fell back.

She purred as she sat still for a few seconds, then used her legs to slowly push herself upwards until only my glans remained inside her. She dropped her hips again, bounced off my lap and got into a steady bouncing rhythm. I placed my hands on her hips and mediated her pace, which increased little by little as time ticked by.

During this, I couldn't help noticing Mom's pink little rosebud, which was revealed to me every few seconds. It surprised me to know Dad used to get his cock in there. I'd seen him in the nude before and even though he couldn't have been compared to the most coveted of porn stars, it still seemed as if they'd managed to get a square peg in a round hole. I looked forward to giving her backdoor a try. For now, though, I only wanted to enjoy the pleasures her pussy provided.

Mom stopped bouncing as she landed on my crotch one last time. Without dislodging me, she spun until we were face-to-face. She moved in and united our mouths. Our tongues duelled as she used her hips to grind on my lap. She pulled back and rode me.

My eyes fell on her ample tits. I loved the way they shook as their delayed bounce moved them about. I leaned in and took her hard left nipple into my mouth, eliciting a moan. I sucked and swirled my tongue for roughly half a minute before I moved on to her other nipple to give it some attention, too. Fuck, I loved her taste. After going back and forth between her boobs a few times, I lay back and watched Mom as she rode me.

Her eyes were closed and mouth was parted. I took delight in seeing her face contort every few seconds. I couldn't get over how sexy it looked. It appeared as if she enjoyed a sweet spot or line between pleasure and pain. When she stopped bouncing, her body shook again, more violently this time. She let out a hoarse cry.

Seconds later, serenity came over her face. Her breathing regulated. Her eyes opened. She smiled and said, "Is there any other position you want to try before I hit you with my coup de grace?"

I wasn't sure which part of that sentence I found more interesting, but decided to focus on the question. "You know, now that you ask, I've always wanted to give doggie-style a try."

"Okay." She shrugged, pulled herself off my cock and got on her hands and knees as she looked over her shoulder. "Hop aboard."

God, I loved this woman. It seemed all I had to do was snap my fingers and she'd make any wish I had come true. I got behind her and placed my left hand on the small of her back as I used my other hand to slot my glans inside her. I grabbed her hips and slowly thrust my way past her labia until my pelvis pressed against her buttocks.

"Mmmmm," Mom moaned.

I withdrew until only my cockhead was left, then pushed myself back in. Even though this was only day one of my sexually active life, I knew I'd discovered my favourite sex position. It provided full access of her body in a way I could control, with much less work required than missionary. The only drawback was I couldn't see Mom's face. But I guessed you couldn't have it all.

Gradually, the pace of my hips picked up and eventually my cock entered and exited her in a brisk rhythm. The gentle sound of my pelvis connecting with her ass filled the room, accompanied by the slightly noisy cries Mom made, "Aaah...Mmm...Aaah...Ooohh." I found this extremely erotic.

I wondered how much longer I could last and realised the goal I had to fuck her all night was nothing but a pipedream. But I wasn't about to cave in yet. I wanted to see how she planned to finish me off, and enjoy this position a little while longer.

I reached under Mom's torso and grabbed her swinging tits as I ploughed her. I squeezed and rotated her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as my palms kneaded the rest of her globes, causing the loudest of her cries. I nearly came. I released her tits, placed my hands back on her hips and thrust my way in until I felt I'd had enough.

I extracted my cock, lay back and rested against the headboard. Mom spun and pushed my legs further apart as she sat in front of me. She leaned back, balancing herself with her arms, as her legs came up.

What's she doing?

She clamped the soles of her feet around my cock, which I was the last thing I expected. "Your father used to love it when I would do this to him." She smiled then slowly slid her small feet up my pussy-juice coated erection until they were around my glans. She slid them back down with the same haste and got them around my base.

I have to come clean; I'd never had a foot fetish and didn't get why some guys did. But for some reason, I enjoyed this. It felt naughty. When she got her feet back around my cockhead, I placed my hands on the upper sides of them and tightened their grip, which caused me to moan. I then helped Mom slide them all the way back to my base before we slid them back up.

We moved her cute little feet up and down my cock for the next two minutes or so, picking up speed. Eventually my hands and her feet were a blur and I could hold back on longer. As I felt my scrotum stir, I moved my hands away. Then my shaft pulsated and I let out a noisy groan. Mom kept her feet firmly around my cock as four or five runny white spurts spewed from its peak. They splashed on the inner sides of her feet and ran down her soles. Some of it ran down the top side of her one foot.

Till this day, I struggle to remember much of what happened after that. It was as if I'd had one too many drinks and only parts of my memory could be retained. What I

can

remember is, every two hours or so I woke up and climbed back on top of Mom. We kissed. Then I re-entered her and deposited what little amount of semen my testicles could muster before I blacked-out again.

I think this took place three or four times.

I couldn't get enough of her. It was almost as if sex would be outlawed the next day - not that that would've stopped me. Even though I technically didn't achieve my goal to fuck her all night, I felt I'd gotten close enough, and was happy with my attempt. This was definitely the wildest night of my young life. Or should I say

so far

?

Chapter Nine: The Unexpected Guest

The next morning, I was awoken by my internal alarm. For a few seconds, I didn't know where I was, whose warm body lay against me or whose breast was in my palm. Then the memories of the previous night flooded my mind. They caused a smile.

Mom.

Somehow, I'd woken up next to the woman of my dreams. How did I get so lucky? And could life get any better? It was a doubt.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed having her in my embrace for a few more seconds. I would've loved to sleep-in and cuddle with her for the next few hours; maybe indulge in a little morning sex, too. But that wasn't possible. I sighed, got out of bed and pulled on my boxer briefs and shirt. As I collected the rest of my clothes, the alarm on my phone sounded in my jeans. I pulled it out and killed the noise. Mom lay fast asleep and I didn't want her disturbed.

I took one last look at her. She looked beautiful in her sleep and as if she was at peace with the world. Again, I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky. I used a finger to pull her hair out her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "See you when I get back," I whispered then left.

When I got to my bathroom, I stripped out my underwear and shirt, tossed my clothes into my hamper and handled my business on the throne. Then I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. As I cleansed myself, I thought about the events of the previous night in Mom's room. My

word

, it was a

smorgasbord

of moments deposited into my spank bank. In fact, an erection came on as I recollected.

I took hold of it and stroked away as I thought about how it felt to be inside her mouth and throat - how her heavenly pussy tasted - how her stiff nipples felt between my lips - how her heavy tits felt in my palms - how her small feet felt around my cock - and, of course, how it felt to be inside her, with me on top, her on top and me behind her. Like I said; it was a smorgasbord of spank bank worthiness.

In the end, I could only produce two drops of cum. Mom had really taken it out of me.

I chuckled then shampooed my hair. After I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my waist and brushed my teeth. Then I headed to my bedroom and got into my work clothes, which consisted of black shoes and jeans, and a dark blue shirt and cap of the company I promoted that day. I headed to the kitchen next, made myself a cup of coffee - boy, did I need it - and poured a bowl of cereal.

As I sat at the kitchen table and ate, out of nowhere, I became concerned. I wondered if Mom would wake up, decide the previous night was a mistake and then tell me she didn't want us to be together in that way anymore. She did have the track record of changing her mind the next day. I doubted that would happen, though. During the conversation we had after our first round, I got the impression she was over the taboo fact we were mother and son.

My only real concern was what would happen after I finished school and had to move away? Leaving her behind had always been a painful thought, but now it felt ten times worse.

Maybe I should find a school nearby.

I took in a spoonful. I decided to let that worry go for now and cross that bridge when I got to it.

*

At the grocery store I worked at that day - a bus trip away from my house - I had my table setup and cups filled with samples of the yogurt brand I promoted that day. As usual, I was

bored

out of my mind. My job didn't require much work or knowhow. And if I'm honest, the simplest of simpletons could've done it. Since the company I promoted was a household name, I didn't have to try sell the product.

All I had to do was ask customers if they'd like a try, record the rating they gave the new flavours the company experimented with, write down the prices the store sold the different packages at - to see if they were consistent with other stores - and take pictures with a couple of the customers who bought the product. Like I said; it was boring work. The only thing that kept me awake was the fact I was in the cold section of refrigerators.

Time slowly ticked by.

As I handed a mother and her little girl cups and plastic spoons, I thought I spotted someone I knew out the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw the redhead coming my way, pushing one of those small trollies which held two baskets. She wore black heels, light grey stockings, a silver silk skirt and blouse, and a large emerald on a golden chain. It was Rochelle!

Shit.

I didn't think I'd see her so soon. If ever there was a moment in my life I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, this would be it. I dropped my head and made as if I was busy. Maybe she wouldn't noti-

"Hi, Chris." She smiled when she reached me.

Guess not

. I scratched the back of my head. "Hi, Rochelle."

"You know; it's considered rude to leave a girl the way you did last night."

"Yeeaa

,

I know.

I'm really sorry about that." I wanted to give her the real reason I ditched her - I thought it might help her understand - but for obvious reasons, I couldn't.

"Guys don't usually turn me down, you know. I actually can't remember the last time it happened."