Mother comes to stay with jilted lonely son

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‘And that would make you cum right now?’ she asked out of disbelief. Again I nodded, bumping and grinding against her raw clit as my thick cock impaled her and stretched her out to be bred. ‘You filthy bastard,’ she cussed.

‘But oh God, I’m so close,’ I groaned and felt her thighs tighten around me. And there was a hint of a smile hidden behind her cool eyes. ‘I could cum gallons of spunk into you right now…’

‘You wouldn’t fucking dare,’ she moaned, then clamping her eyes closed, and biting her lip. And again her grip on me tightened. Was it just me or was this fantasy instantly about to make her cum too?

‘Squirting endless shots of hot white spunk into your womb, filling you up,’ I teased, or was I teasing? ‘That must feel so good, mum…’

‘You’d really want me to get pregnant with your baby?’ she begged, still moaning, faster and louder. I didn’t answer. But of course I wouldn’t. If anything it was the next step into the taboo, and the fear that went with it. All the while I could imagine the beauty of that moment and its afterglow, of the true coming together of two genuinely loving people, and the heavenly anguish of falling hopelessly in love with the woman who finally carried my seed.

And so I rode her and I rode her, fucking her deep and with reckless abandon, sending the full length of my cock to the deepest recesses where I knew I wanted to stay, and to breed my own mother, to fulfil that fantasy.

The point of no return came, and I didn’t stop, or pull out. And then the moment came where I should have pulled out and bathed her with my seed. But still I stayed, because suddenly I was gripped so tightly by more than just the orgasmic wave of panic and lustful release.

Towards the path of least resistance, deep down, I throbbed and twitched, pumped and spurted, and cried as I emptied my load; my entire hot, sticky load.

Deliberately my mother held me tight. She wouldn’t let me go. And as I came and came again, she convulsed and quivered, drinking me dry…

Jesus Christ, I was so hard!

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