*All characters in this story are above the age of 18. No underage role play appears in this story*
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I awoke two hours later and found my mother still sprawled across my naked body, peacefully sleeping. I again admired her sexy body and gently caressed her, careful not to wake her. I smiled realizing that she was so content with her slut hole full of three loads of my cum, at least what hadn't leaked out of her well-fucked pussy. I wanted to stretch and try to ease my sore body but refused to move, knowing that I would wake her up.
Of course, when she was awake I would play the role that she longed for, but for now, I was content to let my beautiful mother sleep in my arms. I did relish the roles that she had fantasized about for us and looked forward to making my mother submit to all of my desires, knowing that she would love it all. It still amazed me that my own Mom was such a wanton slut for me, her son, but I enjoyed every second of it.
The way I made her admit her own incestuous desires and degradations made my cock come back to life. I loved the way she would dip her head in shame when I made her confess her sinful needs and wants. Seeing the abashed look in her eyes when she felt guilt for "forcing" her son to enter into this demeaning relationship made me want to do even more sinful things to her, especially since I knew that she was always soaking wet at the prospect. I wondered how many times she had orgasmed today with me. 6 times that I was sure of, but it was probably more than that.
My Mom had such a sensitive disposition that she had orgasmed as soon as I kissed her wet pussy lips. I smiled remembering how her pussy quivered around my hard cock when she orgasmed, which usually drove me to orgasm. I decided to use her own orgasms against her later, to prove how much of a wanton slut she was. Plus I wanted to tease and taunt her a lot more. I bet I could get her so worked up and painfully horny that she would beg me to fuck her deep and hard...not that I actually intended to deny her a release. But the prospect of getting her hot and bothered was tantalizing.
I was brought out of my musings by my mother's quiet moan and gentle stirring, as she snuggled closer to me. I continued to silently watch her until I saw her eyes flutter open. It was cute the way she seemed confused at first. She then dipped her head as she remembered her shameful incest with her poor son, who was only trying to help his Mom.
She finally looked up at me and shyly whispered out, "Hi, honey."
I continued to play the role of the determined but conflicted son, who had to tend to his mother's incestuous desires and depraved yearnings. I finally asked in a tentative tone, "Are you feeling better now, Mom?"
Mom was sufficiently abashed and ashamed at her behavior. She looked so pitiful as she looked up at me with such sorrow and remorse in her eyes. She finally nodded her head slowly and whispered out, "Yes, baby. I feel much better now."
I nodded and continued my look of worry and uncertainty, as I begn to sit us up. We slowly disentangled from each other and picked up our clothes in silence. I stood up off the bed and looked back at Mom, who was now sitting up and covering herself with her discarded yoga pants. She looked so sad and remorseful, as she stared up at me like she wanted me to say something comforting.
Knowing that what she really wanted was for me to continue in this role, I pointed to the wet spot in the crotch of her pants and on my sheets, saying "I think we could both use a shower, Mom. You go ahead and I'll take one after you. We should talk afterwards though."
She nodded silently, as she began to gather the rest of her clothes. She then quietly said, "I'll have to wash your beddings too, baby."
Nodding my head, I turned around and picked up the rest of my clothes as if I were still confused and overwhelmed by the turn of events. Mom quickly fled my bedroom and made her way to her shower. I smiled, as I realized that I wouldn't need this room anymore as I thought of Mom and I now sharing a bed. Although we should probably keep my bedroom as it is to keep up appearances, just in case we have guests. I finally stretched my tired muscles and sighed, as I enjoyed the new relationship my mother and I found ourselves in.
I shook my head, thinking about the complicated role I now had to play. I was obviously the one in charge. I called the shots and Mom certainly agreed. But I had also been able to convince her that it was really her fault that any of this was happening and that I was just going along with it out of my overwhelming compassion for her. We had each other right where both of us wanted.
Hearing her shower finally turn off (apparently she wanted to be extra clean for me), I walked to my bathroom and started my shower. I now left my bathroom door wide open, just in case she wanted a peak. I washed as usual and began to wonder if I should also move into the master bathroom. Mom's bathroom was much larger and could easily accommodate both of us and our personal care items. I would have to think about it.
Finally satisfied that I was thoroughly clean and feeling refreshed, I shut off the water and began to dry off. I had my back to the door and pretended not to notice her peeking in at my naked body. I was once again fully hard, so I have no doubt she enjoyed the image. Once she had scurried away, I left the bathroom completely naked and walk to my soon to be former bedroom to dress.
I then walked downstairs to find her rummaging around the kitchen. She was cutely standing on her tiptoes to reach a cup on the top-shelf. I took a moment to admire her physique squeezed inside a tight T-shirt and her preferred yoga pants. The yoga pants cling to her bubble butt beautifully. Smirking, I silently walked up behind her and leaned into her from behind. My hard cock was nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks.
She immediately froze at the feeling of her son's rock hard cock resting between her cheeks. I then acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and simply pressed my hard cock into her from behind, as I reached over her head to grab her cup. I placed a kiss on her cheek as I always used to and added, "Here you go, Mom."
I then went to the fridge and began looking for what I'd like for lunch. I smiled as I watched her stay completely still, before taking some deep breaths to steady herself. Not finding anything of interest, I shut the fridge door and look at my frazzled mother. I casually asked, "Feeling better after the shower."
Mom turned to face me, still frazzled but clearly turned on by the look of how tightly she was squeezing her thighs. I smiled and nodded, telling her that I felt refreshed too. I then tilted my head in contemplation and asked, "Did you get all clean, Mom?"
She immediately blushed and dipped her head, as she quickly nodded. I then walked towards her and placing my hands on her hips, said "I think I should make sure that you are sufficiently clean, don't you? I mean, I'm the one who is going to be licking your pussy. Are you sure you are nice and clean? Why don't you turn around for me, and I'll make sure that your slut hole is all clean."
Mom was unable to speak as she let me turn her around so that she was facing the kitchen island. I placed her hands on the island and had her bend over so that her chest and head lay on the island as well. Her bubble butt was sticking out quite nicely in this position. I stepped behind her and ran my hands over her ass cheeks, causing her to moan quietly. I then dropped to my knees behind her and pulled her yoga pants and thong down to her ankles in one swift pull.
Mom gasped at the suddenness of being pantsed by her own son but remained still as she had been instructed. I admired her bubble butt in front of my face and had the strong desire to run my tongue over both cheeks, place a few gentle bites, or tender kisses, but I refrained. I had her spread her legs to give me better access to her slut hole. I was rewarded by hearing another quiet moan as the cool air hit Mom's hot pussy.
I then gently ran my finger between her pussy lips and then dipped it inside her. I moved my finger around like I was actually inspecting her slut hole. I complimented her on how clean her slut hole was and what a nice job she had done getting herself clean again. I could already feel her pussy begin to really get wet, but ignored it and her quiet moans for now. I then spread her cheeks auto reveal her puckered asshole. Mom had not expected this and she jumped slightly and tried to clench her cheeks back together.
Having none of this, I firmly stated "No, no. Mom, I have to make sure both of your slut holes are nice and clean."
She relaxed once again, but her breathing picked up as she felt my finger probe around her puckered hole. I pretended that her asshole was just to tight to accommodate my finger, so I had to try something else. She gasped loudly and almost jumped up onto the kitchen island when she felt my warm wet tongue pressing into her puckered asshole. I used the same technique with my tongue, acting like I was inspecting her asshole. I even made muffled noises of satisfaction, showing her that her asshole was nice and clean too. I then removed my tongue from her asshole, before placing a quick kiss to her spit slick puckered hole. I saw her asshole flex and relax several times and had the notion that her asshole was winking at me. I then told her how clean both of her slut holes were and how happy I was that she had cleaned herself so thoroughly.
Motherslut mumbled out a soft "thank you" as she continued to lean over the kitchen island. I smirked at her complete submission and obvious state of arousal. I could clearly see her pussy juices collecting on her pussy lips. Deciding I would tease and taunt my horny mother, I pressed my finger back between her pussy lips and hummed in surprise.