Incest stories,mom and son, Harry is going home after three years to his dominant mother
The train carriage was empty which suited my mood due to the fact I was going home and I really wasn’t looking forward to it.
I felt a dull ache in my stomach at the thought of meeting my mother again. It was because of her that I had left home in the first place.
My mother Celia, is a harridan, a harpy, a she-devil or whatever title you wish to convey upon her.
She had me late in life, at thirty, and she has always blamed me for the state of her life after I was born. My father was twenty years older than her and an extremely successful business man but he died of a heart attack when I was twelve years old.
My mother seemed to wallow in her new status as a widow, always dressing in black and forever mourning.
She was always a good looking woman, not pretty but handsome. Tall with shoulder length black hair and an hourglass figure. She had bright blue eyes and full lips that she always kept glossed in red lipstick, a large bust, flat stomach, curvy hips and a full bottom that had many men hitting on her and not just because of her wealth.
She looked at them with disdain. Nothing nor anyone was good enough for her so she started to take her frustrations out on me.
That’s when the abuse started.
It began with verbal humiliation then progressed to physical violence. Her favourite thing was to have me naked over her lap and spank me until I cried.
As I got older I was horrified to find I was getting an erection while being punished. It got to the stage where I looked forward to the spankings but then it dawned on me that my mother was enjoying it in a perverse way too. One time after a spanking I went to the bathroom to dry my tear stained face and while passing her bedroom door I heard grunting sounds along with a buzzing noise. It was then I realised she was masturbating.
The spankings became more frequent and that was when I decided I had to leave. I had to prove to myself that I could get away from her control.
But now at the age of nineteen I was headed back home as I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I had ran out of money and options.
For the last three years I had been living in London, working in hotels from pot washer to cocktail barman. I thoroughly enjoyed my time.
Especially when one of the older married cleaners tricked me into a store cupboard and took advantage of me. As soon as she saw my thick and throbbing nine inch cock she gasped with shock.
I’m average height, slim with boyish good looks. I get described as cute. Girls my own age aren’t interested in me but I seem to attract older women.
After that episode word traveled fast around the hotel and I was getting as much sex as I could handle, usually from mature ladies.
Then one day I was called into the managers office to be told I was being ‘let go.’ In other words I was being made redundant.
I was told that the American tourist trade to London had greatly decreased and that the hotel was making cuts so it was a case of ‘last in, first out.’
Time to leave and go home. I was aware of a peculiar feeling at the thought of seeing my mother again. Was it apprehension or excitement?
And then we were here. I stepped down from the train with trepidation and wandered over to the taxi rank.
Ten minutes later I knocked on my mother’s front door even though I still had a key but I thought it polite as I didn’t want to annoy her.
The door opened and there she was. As stern and attractive as ever. A smile formed on her lips. ‘Henry, so nice to see you again.’ I wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic or not so I smiled back and replied, ‘It’s lovely to see you too Mother.’
I was named Henry after my late father but everyone called me Harry, except my mother.
She beckoned me inside and when the door closed she took a step towards me.
She didn’t seem to be in mourning any more as she was wearing a cream satin blouse which showed off a vast expanse of cleavage, a tight navy blue skirt that came to just above her knees, with grey hose and three inch cream high heels.
‘How about a hug?’ she asked. I moved to her and we wrapped our arms around each other, her large breasts pressing into my chest.
The hug seemed to last longer than necessary and I could smell her particular perfume that she always wore. My cock was starting to stir so I quickly pulled away and headed with my laundry to the utility room.
‘Oh just leave everything in there and come and join me in the sitting room,’ she said. As she walked away I could see the dark seams up the back of what must have been stockings. My cock had just got harder.
We chatted, she got me a beer and a glass of white wine for herself. She asked about what I had been up to, whether I had a girlfriend and my general health. I filled her in the best I thought reasonable, joked about a girl in every port and confirmed I was fighting fit. She took a long look at me and said, ‘yes you do look very fit.’ in an almost seductive tone.
After we’d finished our drinks and got caught up I took the rest of my clothes to my bedroom to put them away.
Suddenly the door opened and my mother stepped inside. ‘Why don’t you have a shower you must be ready for one after your journey. I’ll sort you a towel out.’ and with that she left.
I finished unpacking and thought I would, in fact, have a shower before pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and making my way to the guest bathroom.
When I stepped inside I couldn’t see any towels ‘ah well I will just have to dry myself on my shirt,’ I thought.
Then just out of the corner of my eye I spotted it. Drying over the end of a wooden chair was a black satin corset. My imagination was in overdrive. Was it there by accident I wondered.
I ignored it and stepped under the hot running water. Just then the bathroom door opened and in stepped my mother.
‘Here’s your towels Henry,’ she said but made no attempt to leave. The steam wasn’t completely hiding my nudity and I could sense she was staring at me.
‘Oh, did I leave that in here?’ she said picking up the corset and walking out of the bathroom.
My mind was now in a whirl. What was she playing at?
‘Dinner is at seven. Please wear something nice,’ she shouted as she went back downstairs.
At the due time I made my way downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen finishing off dinner. To say she was dressed inappropriately for the kitchen was a massive understatement.
She was wearing a shiny tight black leather pencil skirt, a white silk blouse with a bra that pushed her breasts up and out. On her feet were black four inch heels and her legs were encased in black silk stockings.
‘Ah, there you are Henry,’ she declared. ‘Be a good boy and pour the wine will you?’
‘Good boy?’ I thought.
I duly poured a couple of glasses of red wine and sat at the dining table. Mother served the lasagne then sat opposite me, my eyes drawn to her huge breasts.
She caught me looking a couple of times but just smiled, a knowing smile that unsettled me.
I ate half of it as we made small talk but I found I didn’t have much of an appetite possibly due to staring at her breasts and the raging hard on in my black trousers that I had to do something about.
I pushed my plate away, made some excuse of not being hungry, excused myself and went up to my room.
I was lying naked in bed stroking my erect cock thinking about Mother when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I had just enough time to stuff my cock between my thighs when she opened the door and just stood looking at me.
‘Oh good, you are still awake. I just wanted to say goodnight,’ she said as she slowly walked towards the bed.
It was then that I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, she must have removed it before coming upstairs, and her breasts were swaying in her white shiny silk blouse, her nipples erect and pushing against the fabric. I was mesmerized.
She sat down in the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Her leather skirt creaked and her stockings rasped together.
Mother started to stroke my face. ‘It’s so nice to have you home Henry,’ she said as she tilted my head up towards her face. I thought she was about to kiss me but instead she said softly ‘Open your legs,’
I didn’t move or say anything.
‘Come on, be a good boy for Mummy and open your legs.’
I couldn’t, my cock was harder than ever and it was taking all my strength to keep it locked between my thighs.
My mother started to stroke my bare chest as her lips descended on mine. She kissed me gently at first then started to kiss me harder, forcing her tongue deep between my lips and into my mouth. She took hold of one of my nipples and twisted it causing me to groan into her mouth as my cock flipped from between my thighs and tented the bed sheet.
‘Good boy,’ she said.
With her right hand she grabbed my cock over the sheet and started to stroke it while with her left she unbuttoned three more buttons on her blouse before taking out her left breast. She then pulled the back of my head towards her erect nipple and ordered me to suck it.
My lips opened automatically and closed around the hard nub when I felt her pull down the bed sheet and take hold of my throbbing cock.
‘Mmmm, Henry is being a good boy for Mummy,’
This made me moan around her breast as she began to masturbate me. It didn’t take long for my balls begin to tingle and I knew I was close. My buttocks clenched and my mother knew what was happening.
‘Cum for Mummy Henry. That’s it, be a good boy and cum for Mummy!’
I exploded all over her hand, my chest and even over her naked left breast. She continued to stroke me until she was sure she had milked me dry. It was probably the most satisfying orgasm that I’d ever had.
She leaned close to me and whispered into my ear, ‘What a naughty boy you are Henry. Mummy will punish you for making her hands all sticky.’
With that she got up and left the room.
I had a fitful nights sleep and laid in bed longer than normal the next morning. I was apprehensive about going back downstairs where I would see her but deciding to bite the bullet I pulled on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and went to face the music. I was sure there would be recriminations but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
‘Good morning sleepy head!’ she said cheerfully. I mumbled a good morning back.
She was wearing a long white silk robe that clung to the contours of her body. I could see she was naked underneath as her nipples poked through the silky material and the silk moulded to her round but firm bottom.
She pottered around the kitchen as I poured orange juice into a glass and popped a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster.
‘I’m just going to have a shower.’ she said and with that she walked out of the kitchen and up to her bedroom. My eyes followed her delicious silk clad bottom as she climbed the stairs, her hips swaying as she walked.
I sat eating my breakfast and wondered what game she was playing. What ever it was it was drawing me in. My cock was again hard and throbbing.
After breakfast and as I was getting ready to go out there was a knock on my bedroom door and once again my mother walked in. Luckily I’d just finished pulling up my jeans. She was wearing a yellow summer dress that came down to her knees, bare legged and wearing cream heels. She looked very nice and I told her so.
‘Here!’ she exclaimed and handed me a wad of bank notes.
‘I’ve taken it from your Trust Fund. Enough for pocket money but not enough for you to run away with.’ She said sarcastically.
When my father died he had set up a large trust for me and I would receive the money when I was twenty five but until then my mother was a trustee along with her older sister Cynthia and although they were allowed to access the income for my benefit they would only do it if they thought it fit to do so.
I thanked her although she was only giving me my money but I wanted to keep her happy. I also realised then that it was another way of controlling me. When I was living away from home I had asked her to use some of the money from my Trust so I could live more comfortably. She refused and said that if I wanted money then I had to come home.
I spent most of the day out of the house reflecting on the last twenty four hours and wondering what the evening would bring.
Dinner was again at seven o’clock and as I walked into the kitchen I saw that she was still wearing the same summer dress but with cream hose.
We chatted about our respective days as we ate and drank chilled white wine.
‘You’re not going to rush off to bed after dinner are you? I thought we could sit and watch some television,’ she asked which came out more like a statement so I nodded in acquiescence.
I helped clear up then Mother suggested we change into something more comfortable to watch the TV in.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went back downstairs to find Mother already in the lounge. It looked like she had taken off her dress and put on a long cream silk dressing gown over her underwear.
‘Come over here and sit with Mummy on the sofa.’ she said.
I don’t know why but every time she said Mummy it made my cock swell.
It was only half past eight and as Mother flicked through the programmes it was obvious that there was nothing we both could agree on to watch so I went to stand and excuse myself when Mother grabbed my arm and pulled me back down beside her.
‘We’ll just have to entertain ourselves then. Why don’t you give me a nice foot rub?’ she said as she leaned back onto the cushion and hoisted her legs and feet into my lap. ‘Be a good boy and slip Mummy’s shoes off!’
I hesitantly pulled off one shoe after the other and placed them on the floor while she planted her feet in my lap, her gown riding higher up her thighs.
I took one foot and gently rubbed it. ‘Oh harder Henry. Do it with feeling!’ she ordered. As she said that her other foot was rubbing the length of my now hardening cock.
I massaged the other foot as her free one once again stroked my now fully erect cock. She pulled away from my hands and now used both feet to massage my prick.
‘Pull your shorts down Henry!’
I hesitated. ‘Henry, do as Mummy says and pull your shorts down, at once!’ she said sternly.
Taking a deep breath I eased my shorts to the floor so I was sitting on the sofa with my throbbing cock pointing at the ceiling.
Mother then took my prick in both feet opening her legs to get a better purchase and causing her gown to gape where I could see cream garters attached to her cream stockings.
I gasped at the sight and the feel of her silky feet slowly stroking up and down. She used her toes to tease the crown of my cock. It was maddening yet so exciting as the slippery silk moved along my rigid member. My cock was leaking oodles of pre-cum from it’s slit.
I was moaning and now begging for relief.
‘Do you think this will help you shoot Henry?’ she said as she undid the belt on her gown and pulled it open to reveal a tight cream silk corset, tight cream silk panties that nuzzled her pussy and her bare breasts with erect nipples.
I groaned at the sight and erupted over her feet and my thighs.
‘Naughty boy Henry. You really do need to be punished now,’ she said as she stood up and went upstairs.
I sat for a few minutes trying to get my head around what was going on before I also went upstairs and had a shower to cool down.
Lying in bed that night I was still so confused but again I was hard.
On Friday night I felt I needed some space so I arranged to meet some old mates down the pub and see where the night took us. We’d all had a good few beers and shots by the time we arrived at the night club. It seemed a bit of a dive but the other guys said it was a place we would all be certain to score. I wasn’t surprised especially if you weren’t fussy. It was more of a ‘grab a granny’ place than anything resembling a decent club.
We grabbed a beer each and made our way into the throng of people huddled around the dance floor. The music was all from the nineteen eighties but it certainly got people onto the floor.
There were a few older women looking around like they were desperate to get picked up but I was trying to avoid their eyes when one of them came up and dragged me onto the dance floor. About my height and in her late forties she had dyed blonde hair and was wearing a tight red dress. She had one hand on the cheek of my bum and the other trying to rub my cock through my chinos as we danced. It was quite a turn off so when the song ended I excused myself, found my mates and said my goodbyes before taking a taxi home. It was well after midnight when I entered the house, trying to be quiet so that I wouldn’t wake Mother , I took off my shoes and went into the kitchen.
I was just finishing a glass of cold milk when she walked in and said, ‘upstairs now!’ then walked away with me following her.
‘In here,’ she nodded at her bedroom. She was wearing her white silk robe with what looked like white hose and white heels.
‘I said you needed to be punished and I seem to have been far too lenient with you, coming in at all hours like this!’
Before I could object she ordered me to strip. I tried to protest but she just said, ‘strip or get out and find somewhere else to live!’
I realised there was nothing I could do but respond to her demand.
I slowly undressed until I was naked before her. She took off her robe and underneath she was wearing a white silk bra, white silk suspender belt and a white silk thong. She had on white silk stockings and white high heels. Of course the inevitable happened and my cock became fully erect despite all the alcohol I had consumed.
She sat on the bed and ordered me over her lap. I lay myself over her silk covered thighs with my cock trapped between her thighs.
The spanking started slowly then built up to a more rapid pace, slapping the cheeks of my arse and alternating with the backs of my thighs before slowing down to almost sensual spanks then back again to hard smacks.
She would stop and run her long fingernails over my puckered hole between my bum cheeks then scratch down and over my balls. I was moaning now and not far off cumming when she stopped and ordered me onto the bed on my back.
‘You know how horny I get when I spank you,’ she said. ‘Now you’d better do something about it.’
She straddled my chest then pulled her thong to one side before shifting up my body until her knees were either side of my head. ‘I hope you know what to do,’ she said as she placed her juicy plump pussy onto my mouth.
I licked and sucked her pussy lips, running my tongue along her gash before slipping it deep into her. I heard her moan and she started to gyrate her hips. I sought out her clitoris and gently sucked it before using my tongue to flick it then lick it hard and softly. She was moaning all the time now and I was intent on teasing her but she had other ideas. She began to fuck my face really hard as she gripped my head with both hands and demanded that I lick her. She kept sliding her pussy over my face using my nose and chin to get her off until she went rigid and with an ‘Oh God!’ she came hard, her juices gushing into my face and mouth. My mother is a squirter I thought as her orgasm continued.
Eventually she raised herself and climbed off and collapsed onto the bed beside me. I waited to see what she would do next but then she said, ‘go to your room, we’ll talk tomorrow!’
With that I gathered my clothes and submissively walked back to my room for another fitful sleep but not before I masturbated to the thought of my mother cumming over my face.
In the morning she had left me a note on the kitchen table reminding me it was her birthday the next day. A special birthday. Her fiftieth birthday!
I walked into town and bought her a card. Being short of cash all I could afford was a bouquet of flowers to be delivered in the morning..
At dinner we discussed her birthday and she said that she had booked a table for the two of us at a French restaurant in town and arranged a taxi for us. She told me it was her treat for being ‘a good little boy!’ After we’d tidied up and watched a film on the television I said goodnight. It was as I was about to go upstairs that she told me she expected breakfast in bed at eight.
The next morning I knocked on her bedroom door and took in a tray laden with a croissant dripping with butter, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange and a flute of chilled Prosecco plus my birthday card to her.
She was sitting up in bed wearing a short low cut black almost see through nightie. I couldn’t stop staring at her nipples as I gently placed the tray on her lap.
‘Oh darling, how thoughtful. Could you be a dear and pop up in twenty minutes to take away the tray please?’
Of course I agreed and had a quick shower before dressing and going back for the tray.
I took it from her and was about to leave when she said, ‘Just put it over there on the table by the window for the time being. I want my birthday present first!’
As she said that she peeled back the sheets on the bed and hiked up her nightie over her hips to reveal a clean shaven and wet pussy.
‘Come on Henry, give Mummy a nice big orgasm for her birthday. Get your your head between my thighs and eat me!’
I knelt up onto the bed and splayed myself on the bed with my face at her wet pussy. I was getting rather good at this and in no time she was holding onto my hair pulling my face deeper onto her.
‘Oh fuck!’ she cried as once again she squirted all over my face and into my mouth. ‘Drink it Henry, drink Mummy’s juices,’ she moaned as she came in floods.
As I stood up it was obvious I had an erection pushing out my jeans.
‘Don’t worry Henry,’ she said. ‘I’ll take care of that later for you.
As I was leaving her bedroom she said, ‘Oh Henry. I forgot to tell you Cynthia is popping over this afternoon for a slice of birthday cake and a glass of champagne. I do hope you’ll be here.’
It was more of an order than a request so I just nodded.
At three o’clock the doorbell rang, mother was in the kitchen arranging her birthday flowers that had been delivered earlier so it was up to me to greet Aunt Cynthia.
Aunt Cynthia was fifty three years old and tall like my mother. She was an attractive woman with large breasts and a full bottom, just like my mother but her hair was turning grey the last time I saw her which was well over three years ago.
‘Hello Harry, if it isn’t my favourite nephew,’ she said as she strode past me after I’d opened the door to her. She always says I’m her favourite even though I’m her only nephew.
I looked at her and she had changed. She seemed to have lost a little weight. her hair was cut in a stylish bob and dyed a light silver. She wore a figure hugging grey woolen dress that was quite low cut showing off an expanse of cleavage emphasised by a string of white pearls. She had on grey hose and grey high heel shoes. Like mother her full lips were painted in a scarlet red gloss that set off her pristine white teeth.
She came towards me and I instinctively moved back. ‘A hug for your dear old auntie?’ she asked. I was pressed against the wall as she pushed into me, her large soft breasts pressed into the top of my chest. Her lips found mine and she seductively kissed me. ‘Mmmm, you have grown,’ she said a one hand caressed my growing cock through my jeans while the other tilted my head for another kiss.
‘I’m in the kitchen darling,’ shouted my mother and as Aunt Cynthia turned I could see the seams running up the back of her stockings and the way her hips swayed as she walked away.
They chatted about this and that for a while then mother told us to go into the sitting room while she sorted out the cake and champagne.
The sitting room comprised of a three seater sofa and two matching armchairs. We both took an armchair opposite each other.
‘So Harry, have you been a good boy for Mummy or have you been a naughty boy?’ she queried.
My mouth dropped open in shock.
‘Don’t be so surprised, sisters tell each other everything. I’ve even told her to send you to me for a week and I’ll make you into a very, very good boy!’ I just stared as I didn’t know what to say.
Aunt Cynthia then pulled her dress up to her waist showing off the tops of her stockings and the black garters that were holding then up.
‘How would you like to be naked and put over these thighs for a spanking Harry?’
Just then we heard Mother approaching so Aunt Cynthia quickly pulled down her dress and crossed her legs.
Cake was dished out and the champagne poured. We all clinked glasses as Aunt Cynthia stared at me and smiled.
The conversation was bland as they caught up on things so I just sat and said nothing, only answering when a direct question came my way.
Soon Cynthia had to leave and as she hugged me goodbye she whispered in my ear that she was ‘looking forward to seeing me again soon.’ My cock got hard again.
Soon it was time to go to dinner and I was dressed in my best black suit with a crisp white open necked shirt and shiny black shoes. I felt presentable.
Mother came down in a tight black low cut cocktail dress with black stockings and shiny black high heels.
The taxi was on time and we made small talk on the way to the restaurant.
We sat at the table drinking wine and chatting about my future. We both agreed that I would probably benefit from completing my education in town before deciding what to do next.
My mind was distracted when I watched my mother suck the butter from her asparagus tips. My cock didn’t seem at all distracted.
Our main course was excellent and the well cooked steaks left no room for pudding other than the cheese course. Mother ordered the cheese with honey.
A large plate of several types of cheese was put between us and we each received a small bowl of honey to dip our cheese of choice into. It was extraordinarily delicious.
At one stage honey dripped onto Mother’s cleavage but she just left it and said seductively that she would let me lick it off later that night.
The drive back in the taxi was again a quiet affair. Both of us were deep in thought as I wondered what my mother would do to me or have me do to her that night. When we got in the house she turned and said, ‘Follow me!’
I followed her up to her bedroom which was bathed in a soft amber glow from well placed lamps and once inside she ordered me to strip.
When I was naked she said,’Good boy, now stand here in front of the bed.’
She then proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and secured them to the iron bedstead with silk scarves. She forced my legs apart and tied those to the wrought iron bed structure. I felt extremely vulnerable.
‘Let’s talk about your future in this house shall we? You will only answer Yes Mummy or No Mummy. Do you understand?’
I stammered out a ‘Yes Mummy.’
‘I know you are submissive Henry. I knew it before you went away. I know why you came home. You want to be used by me. Don’t you?’
I just looked at the carpet. She was right. I did want to be used by her, for her to dominate me and take out her sexual pleasure on me. I had always wanted it although I had wanted to get away and try to break her spell on me but I couldn’t.
‘Well? Mummy’s waiting!’
I whispered, ‘Yes Mummy.’
‘Louder Henry. Mummy wants to hear you say it!’
‘Yes Mummy,’ I said louder.
‘Good boy!’
She walked over to a set of drawers and took out a small flogger which she laid on the bed. Then she stood in front of me and reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her black dress. Letting it slide to the floor she stepped out of it and threw it onto a nearby chair. She stood before me wearing only a black satin girdle, black silk stockings and her black high heels. Her naked sex glistening with her juices.
‘Tonight I’m going to make you mine Henry! I’m going to give you what you desire and in the coming weeks I’ll give you things you’ve never even thought about but you will crave then for evermore.’
She took the flogger and brought it down on my throbbing hard cock. I moaned as the tendrils wrapped around my cock with a delicious pain. Then onto my balls. Every time she brought the flogger down onto my groin her breasts swayed tantalisingly.
She whipped me until I was begging her to let me cum.
She walked over to the drawers and put the flogger away but took out some baby oil. Kneeling before me she poured the oil over her bare breasts. I was even harder at the thought of what my mother was going to do next.
She took my cock and gently guided it between her huge breasts, slowly sliding her tits up and down my shaft teasing me. I was constantly moaning. ‘I… I need,,,Oh God. Please… I need..’ I could only beg.
‘What do you need Henry?’
‘I need to cum,’ I managed to utter.
‘You need to cum what Henry?’
‘I need to cum….Mummy,’ I gasped just before she took me deep into her mouth and I exploded down her throat.
If my hands hadn’t been tied to the bed I would have collapsed.
She continued to suck until she was sure she had all my cum.
Mother stood up and continued to stroke my still hard cock.
‘Do you see how good Mummy can make you feel Henry? Do you see how much you need your Mummy?’
I could only nod as I was emotionally drained as well as physically. Plus I was starting to believe it.
She untied my legs first then my hands and led me to the bed and told me to lie on my back.
She straddled my thighs and looked down at her defeated son, her large breasts heaving.
”I need to cum now Henry. Yes, I’m going to use you for my own benefit. I’m going to ride your cock until I orgasm hard and I want your full cooperation. I expect you to satisfy me by not cumming yourself. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Mummy!’ I acknowledged.
She moved forward and took my stiff cock in her hand then started rubbing the head between the lips of her pussy.
‘Do you want this Henry because if we do this there will be no going back. You will belong to me and I will use you as I see fit!’
I nodded.
‘Tell me Henry, tell me you want it!’
I gasped as her pussy hovered over my cock. I could feel the heat and the wetness of her juices that dripped down onto me.
‘Yes. Yes,I want it I,’ I almost screamed.
Then she did it. She sunk down slowly onto my phallus, her tight tunnel enveloping me, her eyes never leaving mine as if she was claiming my soul.
She started to ride me, slowly at first. Moans of pleasure came from her lips as she ground her pussy hard down over my loins. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts laying on my chest as her hard nipples dug into it.
‘Kiss me Henry. Accept you are now mine.’ She fucked me harder.
I raised my head and our lips met. As our tongues battled together she let out a long moan as she fucked me even harder riding me, lost in her own pleasure until suddenly Mother groaned and came hard, very hard over my cock and balls. I could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy and running down over my balls and the insides of my thighs but luckily I managed to stay hard.
She almost fell off me onto the bed beside me breathing heavily.
After a minute or so she grabbed my prick. ‘Your turn to do the work, get on top of me and feed me that young cock of yours again.’
I climbed between her thighs and looked down at her sprawled before me. She looked sensational even if she was my mother. Her long legs cased in black silk and the black satin girdle framing her glistening bald and freshly fucked pussy looked amazing. Not the mention her heaving breasts.
‘Come on Henry, fuck Mummy!’
I took my cock and slowly slid it into her, listening to her groan as I entered her again.
I fucked her slowly at first before leaning forward to get a better angle to drive my thick, rigid cock into her and started to kiss her neck. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
Her hips began to buck to match my thrusts and she arched her back then wrapped her stocking clad thighs around my waist before pulling my head down into her neck space and started to whisper in my ear.
‘Do you like being Mummy’s fuck toy Henry? Will you do what Mummy tells you from now on?’ I could only grunt the affirmatives.
‘Aunt Cynthia wants to use you too. Shall I let her? Maybe I’ll have her come over and we’ll both use and abuse you together.’ She scraped her high heels down over the backs of my thighs.
That did it for me. My cock expanded inside of her pushing her over the top and making her cum a second time as I erupted and my seed flooded her pussy walls and womb. I came and came, a never ending fountain of fluids that caused Mother to groan and cum again.
I collapsed on top of her then rolled away and fell into a deep, deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning in her bed, Mother was no where to be seen so I looked for my clothes but couldn’t find them. I walked to my room and there in the wardrobe hung my suit and tie. No doubt everything else was in the wash. I lay naked on my bed and drifted off to sleep again.
I felt hands on my chest gently shaking me awake. ‘Henry, Henry, are you ok darling?’
I opened my eyes to see my fully dressed mother and as I glanced at the clock it read eleven thirty.
‘You look so nice lying there Henry, I must take advantage of your nakedness,’ she said then promptly straddled my face and let her billowing skirt fall over my head. All I could see where her open naked thighs and her wet dripping pussy descending onto my face.
‘Be a good boy Henry and service me please!’
I started licking and sucking on her labia and clitoris. I could hear moans coming from Mother as she rocked gently.
Suddenly my cock was being stroked softly and then I was moaning too.
I was confused as Mother had both of her hands holding my head as she gently fucked my face until I heard, ‘you’re right Celia, he is a submissive little slut.’ She stroked me harder.
Mother groaned and replied, ‘Oh yes he is, but he’s getting very good at it. Would you like to go next?’
‘Sorry,’ replied Cynthia. ‘I’m meeting friends for coffee in half an hour and I don’t want to go reeking of pussy juice.’ She squeezed my cock and said, ‘see you soon Harry.’
‘Right, I’m off. Enjoy your day,’ shouted Cynthia as she made her way downstairs.
‘Oh I intend to,’ said Mother quietly as she fucked me harder until her orgasm hit and she came all over my face once again.
