It’s a son’s job to make his mother happy

October 25, 2017 by Maverick

Sex stories, incest, mom and son, it’s a son’s job to make his mother happy, at how sexy she looked! And at the fact that I was finding her sexy!

Friday Night: 22:41 PM

Weary from a two hour study session, I rubbed my eyes and stretched my back with a yawn. My head spun from all the reading I’d done and it was clear I would need a smoke break if I were to get through my next hour of studying. I pulled open my desk drawer and grabbed my lighter and pack of cigarettes.

But before I could get up the sound of my ringtone went off. Who’d be calling me at this time? I checked the caller ID. My father’s name and picture was on the screen of my smartphone. I found that to be interesting. I hadn’t spoken to dad in a few weeks.

“Anyway Nick, I don’t have much time and I need you to do me a favour.”

“Umm, okay, sure.” I shrugged. “What is it?”

“You know tomorrow’s your mother and I’s anniversary, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I need you to buy her a gift for me.”

“Why?” I lurched forward in my chair. “Aren’t you coming?”

“No, I am. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now. And now because my second assistant called in sick, it’s up to me to get her one. And I won’t have time to do that before I get on my plane.”

“Oh, okay.” I leaned back and started twisting my brown hair. “What do you want me to get her?”

“Umm…anything you can think of,” dad sounded a little distracted. “Just make sure it’s nice. You can even use the card I gave you to use on emergencies. Money’s no object.”

“Cool, anything else?”

“No, that’s about it. Listen Nick, I’ve gotta run. Thanks son. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up before I could say goodbye.

I let out a sigh and laid my phone on my desk as I thought about the conversation I had. At that moment no hope I had held a candle to the one of my father arriving on the next day. Mom and I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I know; a year. Sounds crazy, right? But actually, it wasn’t all that crazy to us.

When I was about five years old my father and uncle took the family mining business over from grandpa. Ever since then dad ran the business and basically lived in New York, while my uncle watched over the company in Johannesburg. Mom and I stayed in Johannesburg too, so we only got the opportunity to see my father a few times a year.

If you believe I used to listen to the ‘Cat’s In the Cradle’ song all day, you couldn’t be more wrong, because I had mom, who managed to fulfil the role of being both parents wonderfully well. In my younger and more innocent years, she and I did practically everything together. From baking sweet treats in the kitchen, to going on picnics and working on my various school projects.

Mom was the one who reprimanded me whenever I got out of line. She was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. She attended every sport event, school play and academic ceremony I was a part of. Mom and I would bath together, eat together and sleep together. We were inseparable and the best of friends.

But eventually, as with all good things, that close relationship we shared came to an end. After puberty struck I was off to my own room and mom was no longer the only woman I noticed. Other girls became the centre of my universe, and I hate having to admit it, but I didn’t give her the time of day anymore.

When weekends would arrive, I spent my time with friends. And when I was at home, you’d either find me on my cell phone or on my computer-socializing, of course. I’m not gonna lie; I was that dick who neglected his mother twenty-four-seven.

It went on like that for the majority of my teen years. But somewhere along the line I noticed how the way our family lived affected mom. She appeared to be very lonely to me, which was heartbreaking to see.

I must’ve matured around that time, because that became the reason why I decided to live at home and drive to campus after I got accepted into university. My sentiments were the house was too big for mom to live in alone.

I also put a lot more effort in to spending time with her after I finally opened my eyes. But in spite of that, I could tell mom needed something other than my company. She needed a man in her life. More specifically, she needed dad in her life. But being with him on a permanent basis wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

I let out another sigh and picked up my lighter and pack of smokes. At least he’ll be here for her in the next few days. I took a sip of my orange and mango juice. Then I made my way onto my balcony to have a cigarette.

The Next Day: My Parents’ Anniversary

Dressed in a shirt and boxers, I stretched my back with a yawn and rolled out of bed. Once I brushed my teeth and splashed some water onto my face, I headed downstairs. As I approached the kitchen I was struck by the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages and toast which filled the air.

I closed my eyes as I inhaled through my nose to take it all in. “Mmmhh.”

I stepped into the kitchen thereafter and discovered that mom was the chef responsible for the mouth-watering combination of smells. She was standing over the stove and was dressed in a white silk robe, which complemented her curvy frame to perfection.

Even though I was her son, I wasn’t afraid to admit it; mom had a great body. And it was the reward she got for all the exercising she did. Mom also had her longish dark brown hair tied up behind her head, and was dancing in a subtle manner as she hummed the lyrics of a Taylor Swift song which played from her radio.

I couldn’t help but chuckle before I walked up to her and greeted mom by kissing her on the cheek. I then grabbed the coffee pot, filled up a cup and sat down by the kitchen table.

“You arrived right on time.” With a bright smile, mom approached the table holding a pan and spatula.

“You can say that again.” I looked at the table covered in food. It was a feast fit for a king! And at the centre of it all stood a tall glass vase, which was filled up by a bouquet of freshly cut sunflowers. Mom must’ve gotten them from our garden. “This looks great, mom.”

“Thank you, dear.” She pushed the batch of eggs she’d scrambled onto a plate, and then made her way to the sink to put the pan and spatula away.

“I just hope you don’t expect us to finish it all.”

“I don’t know why I got so carried away.” Mom smiled with a shrug, removed her apron and then sat down on the opposite side of the table. “So, my prince,” she grabbed a slice of toast, “what’re your plans for today?”

“Umm.” I added some sugar to my creamy cup of coffee. “I…guess I don’t have any plans for today.”

“Really?” Mom looked a little surprised. I couldn’t blame her though. Normally around about this time I’d be calling my best friend Calvin up to find out which event we’d be going to. But he had to be at his grandmother’s funeral. “Then how would you like to spend the day with me?”

“I don’t see why not.” I shrugged as I stirred my cup.

“Good. It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice mother and son day.” She grabbed a knife and sliced a piece out the slab of butter.

“What did you have in mind?” I took a sip.

“I just need to do a little bit of shopping,” mom buttered her toast, “nothing big, just an anniversary gift for your father and a clothing item or two. Then…we’ll just wing it.” She shrugged.

“Sounds like a plan.”

After breakfast I smoked a cigarette, took a nice long shower and shaved my face before I stepped into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. Being twenty years of age meant I often got horny-for no reason whatsoever. And this just so happened to be one of those…little moments.

Unfortunately I didn’t have a girl who was DTF in my room at the time, so I’d have to settle for the next best way to achieve an orgasm. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I sat down by my PC and navigated to my pornography folder.

All kinds of steamy pictures and videos could be found in there; celebrities, lesbians, voyeur, legal teens, milfs, anime and so forth. But if one were to take a closer look at my collection, they’d notice the bulk of it contained my favourite act of sexual taboos-anal sex.

I had no idea why I was so into it. Hell, I hadn’t even done it before. But there was something about a sodomy scene that always managed to get my libido pumping. I leapt out of my seat and rounded up my lotion, headphones and a couple of Kleenex tissues.

Then I plugged my headphones into the PC, unfastened my towel and double-clicked on a strictly anal video of Phoenix Marie-one of my favourite porn stars. Fuck, I need to get laid. I squeezed the lotion into my palm as Phoenix shoved a dildo in her mouth. What I said in thought was true; it hadn’t happened ever since my girlfriend and I broke up.

Claire and I broke up four months earlier, which might sound like a long time to go without having intercourse, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who hunted for rebound sex. As feminine as it may sound, I needed to go through a healing period. But I also felt like I’d done that for long enough, which brings me back to my first point, ‘I needed to get laid’.

On completion of satisfying myself, I spent the rest of my morning and the first hour of my afternoon on social networks and by playing Grand Theft Auto on my Xbox. But once I noticed I only had a few more minutes until the time mom and I were scheduled to leave, I realised I was still in my towel. “Shit.”

I quickly jumped into some underwear, a dark blue pair of jeans, a pair of black sneakers and a red t-shirt, which had a thin black stripe that ran across the chest area and hugged my averagely sized biceps. To top my attire off I also wrapped the Hublot watch, which dad got me after I matriculated, around my wrist and a black leather belt around my waist.

I genuinely hate to brag but I looked good and was almost ready to go. I just needed to apply the final touch. But before I could I heard a knock on my door, so I opened it.

“You ready to go?” Mom titled her head and raised her nicely waxed eyebrows.

“Yep. I just need to apply my cologne.” I headed for my wardrobe.

“How do I look?” She stepped into my room and slowly started twisting her body from side to side.

She looked great.

With her sleek dark brown hair draped over her shoulders and her light brown handbag under her left arm, mom was dressed in a lacy bright yellow sundress, which stopped half an inch or so before her knees. She also had a light brown pair of flat shoes on, a set of hooped earrings in, a necklace on and a gold watch and bracelet around her wrists. Mom’s always had a thing for accessories.

Lastly, she’d also applied her makeup. Not a lot though, just enough to make her face pop. In fact, if you didn’t have an eye for such things, you wouldn’t even notice she was wearing any-apart from her lipstick.

“Like a vision of beauty,” I said and then I applied my two customary squirts of cologne.

The first thing we did on arrival at the mall was enter a ladies’ clothing store. Mom had said at breakfast that she wanted a couple of clothing items. I assumed she wanted a new blouse or a skirt or something along that line. But I was wrong, because she walked us straight into the underwear department.

All types of standard and exotic colours could be seen in this section, and the products were displayed by mannequins and set up along stands, shelves and racks. It also smelt pretty nice in there. It was almost as if someone had doused the entire section in a vanilla and honey scented flagrance.

“I need an outfit for later tonight.” Mom smiled mischievously. “It’s my anniversary, you know.” She winked.

“Oh jeez, mom, please, no.” I placed my hand over my face and dropped my head.

“What?” She laughed.

“I don’t wanna think about you and dad…you know…getting busy.”

“Oh Nicholas, stop being a child and help me find something nice.” She brushed past me and examined a mannequin dressed in lacy red lingerie.

I won’t lie; being in that store, while shopping for sexy women’s underwear-with my mom of all people-had me feeling extremely uncomfortable, as I suspect it would be for almost every straight son on the planet. But I knew I’d have to grin and bear it. I’d already promised her a ‘nice mother and son day’.

I mustered some courage and picked up a packaged set of…let’s say; conservative underwear. “How about this?”

Mom turned around to face me. “Really Nick?” She walked up to me and grabbed the packaged attire of a bra and granny panties from my hand. “Does this look like something a girl would wear if she was really trying to get her man’s attention?”

“Probably not.” I shrugged.

“Exactly.” She placed the conventional underwear down. “There’s something that looks interesting.” Mom walked past me and up to another mannequin. This one was dressed in black lingerie, coupled with black garter belt stockings that had little purple ribbons attached to the ends of outfit’s suspenders.

“What do you think of this?” She looked over her shoulder.

“Umm,” I approached her with my hands in my pockets, “…it’s a little provocative, don’t you think?”

Mom looked at me like I was an idiot. “Since when has lingerie not been provocative?”

“Hi. Can I help you two with anything?” A guy dressed in semiformal attire approached us, who wore glasses and who I presumed was gay from the way he spoke.

“Yes you can,” mom looked at his nametag, “…Jacob. I’d like to try this on.”

“Mmm, okay.” The salesman sized up the outfit. “The changing rooms are right over there.” He pointed in their direction.

“Thank you very much.”

Once mom got the lingerie and garter belt stockings in her size, she made her way to the changing rooms. I shook my head as I watched her walk off. Then I took a seat on a circular shaped, black leather couch that was placed next to a squared pillar which had four tall spotless mirrors it.

I also took my smartphone out and noticed I’d received a message from Matt, one of my friends from school. His message spoke about a party that would take place later that night and he wanted to know if I was interested in going with him and a couple of other guys. I texted him back by telling him I was up for it.

I wasn’t in the mood to stay at home, because in the back of my mind I’d constantly be saying; my parents are having sex right now.

“Pssst,” I heard a whisper as I placed my phone back inside my pocket. “Pssst, Nick.” I turned my head and saw mom’s head sticking out from behind the blue curtain of a changing room. “Come here.” She motioned.

I got up and walked over to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Mom shook her head. “I just want you to come in here and tell me what you think.”

I’m pretty sure the facial expression I grew would’ve made an onlooker believe I was talking to someone who belonged in a straightjacket. “Mom…no.” I shook my head.

“C’mon Nick. I could really use a man’s opinion.”

I mulled over her explanation for a few seconds. “Okay, then let me go and get that guy who helped you just now.” I used a thumb to point behind me.

“I don’t want a stranger seeing me half naked. And that guy’s gay.”

“So? Gay guys have got style.”

“He’s still a stranger.”

“Mom.” My shoulders sank. I could see I was losing this battle. “…I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Please Nicholas.” She pouted her rosy lips and batted her crystal blue eyes along with her long eyelashes.

Aww man. I never could turn down a request whenever she made that face. “This is gonna be so weird.” I dropped my head and shook it.

“Oh, stop being a child.” Mom smiled as she slapped my arm. “You’ve seen me in a bathing suit before. This is basically the same thing.”

“Not really,” I muttered. I really didn’t know what had gotten into mom. She’d been acting strange all day. Well, maybe not strange, but she was definitely more upbeat than normal. And she usually wasn’t this open with me. But I just pinned that on her being excited about dad’s arrival. With a sigh I pushed the curtain open and entered her stall.

“So?” Mom stuck her arms out and did a little spin, showing me her half exposed round buttocks before presenting me with her silk and polyester covered sex and B-cup boobs again. I couldn’t put my finger on as to why, but the silk garter belt stockings that hugged her curvy hips and clung to her toned and creamy legs added an extra kind of sauciness to the attire. “What do you think?”

I was amazed; at how sexy she looked! And at the fact that I was finding her sexy! I mean, I’d always known that mom was a good-looking woman, maybe not in a movie star or in a supermodel kind of way, but in the…everyday good-looking woman sense. In fact, she was a milf according to the friends I’d gone to high school with.

But here’s the thing, I never would’ve guessed that I-her son, I stress-would one day find myself wanting to tear her clothes off and, well…do stuff to her. But there I was. Shame I’d never felt the likes of settled in as the front of my slacks slowly began to tighten. I wanted to kill myself for it.

“Nick?” Mom raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm?” With a balled up hand over my mouth, I raised my chin to make eye contact.

“What do you think?”

“Umm, pppphhhh.” I pretended like I was thinking about it. “You uh…you look…you look fine.” I nodded.

“Fine?” Mom looked down at her body as my cock grew stiffer.

I was tempted to turn my pelvis. But I thought it would look suspicious.

“Are you sure? Because that mirror’s telling me a story that’s a little different from yours.” Mom turned and faced the mirror she was referring to. Then she placed her hands onto her hips and tilted her head, causing her sleek hair to fall over a shoulder. It only quickened the flow of the blood that was being sent to my cock.

“No, I mean…you look good, mom.” I needed to get out of there before she discovered how perverted her son was. “I’ll see you outside.”

“Honey wait.” She made a quick turn and grabbed me by the arm. “…Are you sure?”

“Definitely.” I nodded and once I shook my arm free, I made my exit.

“Phew.” I looked up at the ceiling. That was a close call. I then quickly made my way back to the couch I sat on earlier, before anyone in the store noticed the lump in my jeans. Albeit I was relieved mom didn’t notice my erection, I’d never been so ashamed in my entire life.

What kind of a son gets aroused at the sight of his mother? Half-naked or not; I felt like scum for it and wanted to climb into an elevator, take it to the top floor and jump off the roof. “I fucking hate myself,” I muttered and shook my head.

But not too long after I began beating myself up, I also realised it was probably best if I didn’t harp on what took place. I couldn’t have been the only guy in the world this has happened to, right? And even if I was, I was confident it would never happen again.

Mom emerged from her stall about five minutes later-my disgraceful boner having subsided by then-and once again she was dressed in her sundress. She also decided to buy the underwear she’d tried on. And her explanation for her choice was she liked the way she looked in it. I couldn’t blame her for coming to that conclusion, and it’s needless to explain why.

“So what’s next on the list?” said mom as we exited the store. “Oh yea, your father’s anniversary gift. What do you think I should get him?”

Only then did I remember the conversation I had with dad on the previous night. I needed to get her a gift! Fast! And, it obviously needed to be done in secret. “Dad’s always appreciated a nice watch.”

“He has, hasn’t he?”

“Yea, anyway, mom, I’m really craving for a smoke right now.” I raised my hand and checked the time on my watch. “I’ll meet up with you in about…ten to fifteen minutes.”

“Nicholas, when are you gonna kick that nasty habit of yours?” Mom frowned.

“I know, I know. I’m a bad egg. Soon, I promise.” I kissed her on the cheek and went off in my own direction.

My mind was in a frantic state as I walked around the large, slightly crowded mall, trying to think of a great gift idea. Why didn’t I think about what I was gonna get her last night? My head turned left and right. How about a pair of shoes? Nah, mom’s got about a thousand of those. Flowers? Nah, that’s just weak. Chocolates? No, it’s not Valentine’s Day!

I let out a sigh and sat down on a long wide wooden bench, placed between two small palm trees and a large lit up map of the mall. Why am I the one who has to do this? She’s not my wife. I shrugged. Maybe I’ll come up with an idea after I get some nicotine into my system.

“Yea.” I nodded, raised my head and saw the sight of the answer I’d been trying to find. A jewellery store! I sprung to my feet. Why didn’t I think of it before? Mom loves jewellery.

I walked into the large, well lit, sparkling clean store and started browsing through the cased items on display. They had just about everything in there; chains, watches, rings, bracelets, earrings, pearl necklaces-jewellery of every kind. I was truly spoilt for choice.

“What you looking for, mister lovely-brown-eyes?” asked a woman, who looked like she was in her late forties, as I passed through the ring section. Moreover, she was dressed in the store’s navy blue uniform and had short curly blonde hair. “An engagement ring for your girlfriend? Or should I say…soon to be fiancé.” She winked.

“No.” I chuckled. “I’m looking for an anniversary gift for my mom.”

“You’re married to your mom?” The saleswoman looked stunned!

“No. No. I’m…I’m doing it-”

“Relax. I’m only pulling your leg, dear.” She giggled. “Trust a man to make his son buy an anniversary gift for him. How much are you looking to spend?”

“Well, he said ‘money’s no object’.”

The saleswoman took me through all the pieces she thought my mom would die for. And I ended up choosing a beautiful diamond necklace-you know how the old adage goes; diamonds are a girl’s best friend. So how could it have been a bad decision? In addition to the necklace, it came in a dark blue suede case.

And I paid for the pricey piece of jewellery by using the card which dad advised me to use the night before. Once I placed mom’s gift into the bag it came with, I thanked the saleswoman for her services and made my exit. I would’ve given her a nice tip if she was a waitress, but that wasn’t the case.

I headed for the parking lot and stuck mom’s gift into the glove box of my car. I also grabbed my pack of smokes and a lighter before shutting the door and locking the vehicle. I felt like I deserved a smoke for what I had done for dad. I pulled one out and sparked it by the entrance of the parking lot.

Mom called me on my phone roughly halfway through that cigarette. She wanted to know why I was taking so long. She also told me she was in the food court section and had already ordered us a meal. I stepped onto my smoke not too long after the call and made my way back inside the mall.

Upon reaching the food court I discovered that mom had ordered me a burger which came with fries, a piece of fried chicken, a tub of gravy and a Coke. In addition, she’d ordered herself a plate of fish and chips and bottled water for a beverage.

The large eating area we were inside was surrounded by nothing but fast food franchises. It was also lit up by natural light and had a giant jumbotron like screen built in to it. Moreover, the screen was showing an EPL football match. But it wasn’t my team playing, so I wasn’t interested.

“Thanks for spending the day with me,” mom said as we enjoyed our meals.

“You don’t have to thank me, mom.” I used a serviette to wipe my mouth. “It’s a son’s job to make his mother happy.”

“Really now?” She smiled from ear to ear. “I’m gonna hold you to that. Wanna see the gift I got your father?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded and took a sip of my Coke.

Mom bent over her chair and pulled out a black box from one of the bags she was carrying. As she opened it, I was expecting to see a Cartier wrist watch or a Hamilton or something along that line. But I was pleasantly surprised, because she’d bought dad a golden Tiffany & Co pocket watch. Which looked like it was an antique and something that dad would love to have in his vintage watch collection-without a doubt.

“Wow. That’s a great gift, mom.” I nodded.

“I thought you’d say that.” She put the stunning piece away. “But it doesn’t compare to the one he’s gonna get later tonight.” She grinned.

“Mom, please. Can we not go there?”

“Oh, alright…spoilsport.” She pouted.

“You said we’d wing it after you got done with shopping. Got any ideas?” I put some fries into my mouth.

“Hmm.” Mom’s eyes rolled upwards. “Wanna go ice-skating?”

I swallowed my mouthful before I said, “Sure.”

“On second thought, I’m not about to go ice-skating in this dress.” She thought about another activity for a few seconds. “How about seeing a movie?”

I titled my head as I mulled over her idea. “I don’t see why not.” I shrugged.

After we finished our meals I quickly took mom’s bags to the car and we did exactly that. I was in the mood for the seventh Fast and Furious movie, which came out about a week earlier. But mom wanted to watch something a little more romantic. So guess what we watched? A chick flick, of course. It wasn’t bad though. In fact, it was funny and I liked the plot.

By the time we exited the cinema it was roughly quarter to five, which meant dad’s plane was scheduled to land in a little under two hours. Mom wanted to make sure she looked her supreme best before he arrived, so we decided to head back home. We got into the car and drove out of the mall. But about two-hundred yards down the road, as we got stopped by a traffic light, something caught mom’s eye.

“Nick, pull in here.” She pointed in the direction of a C shaped building that was made up of stores. I think it was a shopping centre. And if it was, then it was a dodgy looking shopping centre.

“What, what is it?”

“You’ll see.” Mom smiled mischievously and then looked through the passenger window.

I didn’t like where this was going. But what can you do? After the light finally turned green I steered the car into the shopping centre and parked it into an empty space. We hopped out thereafter and mom led the way to whatever had grasped her interest.

She stopped at the entrance of a store which caused my jaw to drop and eyes to widen. Its windows were covered by black sheets and its name was written in big bold, illuminated, red and yellow letters. It was an adult’s store! No wonder why she didn’t want to tell me, because if she had I would’ve driven right past the shopping centre.

“Mom, there’s no way I’m stepping into that store with you.”

“Oh Nicky, please don’t start with this childish behaviour again.” Mom’s hand was on the gate of the store’s entrance. “I wanna see if I can get anything fun in here.”

“Okay, first of all; stop calling me ‘Nicky’. You know how much I hate it when you call me that. And secondly; haven’t you bought enough stuff for today?”

“Please Nick.” She pouted her lips and batted her eyes.

“It’s not gonna work this time, mom.” I folded my arms.

“Okay then, how about this.” She removed her hand from the gate. “What was that thing you said to me during lunch?” Mom used an index finger to tap on her chin as her eyes rolled upwards. “Oh yea, ‘it’s a son’s job to make his mother happy’. Well…this would make me very happy.” She nodded like a kid hopped up on candy.

Aww man. Why did I have to open my big mouth? “Okay, fine. But can we please make this quick.”

“Yay!” Mom smiled and pulled the gate of the store open once they buzzed us in.

In the centre of the small, purple carpeted store stood two large parallel shelves that held up rows and rows of hardcore porn DVDs. And its walls were mounted by all kinds of kinky merchandise; dildos, vibrators, whips, chains, collars, paddles, blow-up dolls, nurse uniforms, police officer uniforms, French-maid outfits, whip cream and…you see where I’m going with this, right? It was a circus!

Be that as it may, I felt a boner coming on as I walked past this one toy. I’m not sure what it was called, but it was of a girl’s torso and lower region, which was pushing its ass cheeks apart and presenting an alluring looking asshole.

I shook my head and needed to find a way to suppress my imminent erection, because now for the second time in one day I was in danger of mom catching me with one. I quickly made my way over to the dildos’ and vibrators’ section. I figured there was no way on earth a fake cock could get me aroused. And I was right.

“Hey!” Mom came out of nowhere, startling me in the process. “I think I found something that might interest you.” Her right arm came up with a DVD titled ‘Anal Sluts #19’.

“Mom!” I’d never been so shocked in my life.

“What?” She laughed.

“I don’t watch that stuff.”

“Oh, please.” Mom had a sly look on her face. “Do you think I’ve never been on your computer before? You really should think of something other than ‘password’ as a password. It’s pretty cliché.”

I was lost for words.

“Want me to get this for you or not?” She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head.

I let out a sigh and felt rather defeated. “No.” I shook my head.

“Your loss.” Mom shrugged and placed the movie on a shelf. “My stuff’s already on the counter. Let’s get out of here.”

Fuck, I need a cigarette. I looked at the ceiling. This day was becoming a little too much. I exited the store thereafter but didn’t have enough time for a smoke, because not too long after I made my exit mom followed suit-with her handbag and bag of sex goods in hand-and smoking in her presence was something I never did.

Once she placed her second bag in the boot we got back into the car and drove back home. Mom thanked me again for spending the day with her as we entered the house, and, for putting up with her shenanigans. I let her know it was no big deal and that I would be leaving the house in roughly five minutes.

I wanted to get to Matt’s place a good hour before the time we were scheduled to leave for the party he’d invited me to earlier on. That way I could enjoy the pre-party. Moreover to my reasoning, I wanted to give mom and dad some alone time. I figured I’d give him a proper greeting on the next day.

Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and then headed off for her bedroom. I entered my bathroom to void my bladder. Then I stepped into my room, grabbed a black coat and headed back downstairs, where I grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge and jumped back into my car. “Oh yea,” I muttered as I stuck my key into the ignition.

I knew I was forgetting something-mom’s gift. I opened the glove box, pulled out the cased necklace and took it out of its bag. But then an unforeseen problem suddenly became apparent. How was I gonna get the gift to dad? Shit. I sat in my car and brainstormed as I sipped on my Red Bull.

Then a golden idea came to me. I’d simply go back upstairs, leave it in…let’s say; my desk drawer. And when dad calls me looking for it, I’d simply tell him where he could find it. Brilliant. I grabbed the dark blue box and opened the car door. But before I could get out the sound of my ringtone went off.

“Hmm.” I pulled out my smartphone, pressed the answer button and placed it against my ear. “Hello.”

“Nick, it’s me.”

“Oh, hey dad.” I recognized his voice. “Where are you? The airport? I’ve got mom’s gift in my hand right now.”

“Yea, that’s what I’m calling you about, bud.” He sighed. “I’m still in New York.”

My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t believe my ears. “New York? Dad, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” I shook my head.

“Yea, sadly…I’m not.”

“You were supposed to get on your plane last night.”

“I know, I know, son. But a problem came up in the stock market right before I could. And I needed to stay here, so I can weather the storm the company’s about to go through.”

Aww man. “Dad…mom’s gonna be crushed.”

“Yea, that’s why I called you.” He sighed. “I’m hoping that gift you bought her will cushion the blow.”

I raised mom’s gift with my left hand as I took a look at it. But then the subtext in dad’s last sentence suddenly dawned on me. “Wait a minute. You want me to tell her?”

“Do me this favour, bud.”

Aww man. Could this day become any more challenging? I sighed and dropped my head before I said, “Fine.”

“That’s my boy. I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“Cool.”

“Hopefully, I’ll see you in a month’s time…when business is a little bit better. Oh yea and Nick, tell Rachel I said I’m sorry.”

Once I said goodbye to dad and put my phone away, I pulled out a cigarette and sparked it in my car as I mulled over how I would break the news to mom. I also called Matt and told him I wouldn’t be able to make it to the party. I thought it was a better idea if I spent the night with mom, instead of her having to sit at home alone on the night of her anniversary.

I felt so sorry for her. And right then and there I made myself a promise; I’d never do what dad was doing to mom, to whoever my future wife would be. I extinguished my cigarette, took a swing of my Red Bull and grabbed mom’s gift before I climbed out of the car. Then I headed back upstairs, took a deep breath and exhaled before I knocked on mom’s door.

“This is gonna suck,” I muttered.

As soon as mom told me she was decent, I pushed the door open and stepped into her bedroom. I found her sitting at her dresser, dressed in a large light green robe. In addition, she was fixing her makeup in the mirror. I swallowed my spit and walked further into the room.

“What’s that in your hand, hun?” Mom placed her blusher back inside her makeup kit as I took a seat on the edge of her king-sized bed.

“Umm.”I rubbed the back of my neck. “…It’s umm…it’s a, it’s…it’s-”

“Honey, spit it out.” She picked up her eyeliner and began applying it as I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

“It’s a necklace…a diamond necklace.”

“A diamond necklace?” Mom continued to apply her eyeliner. “What are you doing with a diamond necklace? Planning on giving it to the girlfriend you never told me about?”

“No. It’s…it’s for you.”

“For me?” She put her eyeliner down as she turned to face me. She was smiling in a subtle manner. “Since when has it been customary for a son to buy his mother an anniversary gift?”

Aww man. I hated having to do this with all my heart. “I didn’t buy it for you. Well, technically I did, but…it’s not from me.” I shook my head.

Mom grew a confused facial expression. Then it turned into one that looked like a light bulb had suddenly switched on in her head. “No,” she started shaking her head, “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…tell me…your father did not cancel on me.”

I opened my mouth to confirm that he did exactly that. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I just dropped my face into my hand. The room seemed to grow more silent with each long second that went by. You could hear a pin drop.

“That motherfucker!”

I raised my head and watched mom storm over to her bedside table. She reached into her handbag, pulled out her phone and started pressing buttons like she was trying to break its screen with her thumb. Then she placed it against her ear and folded her arms.

The look in mom’s eyes would’ve sent a shiver down the spine of Charlie Manson. I could hear each breath that passed through her nose. And her foot tapped at least three times per second. I’d never seen her so irritated. And there was a time I got suspended for being intoxicated in school.

“This bastard switched off his phone!” She turned her attention to me.

I dropped my head again.

“Peter! How dare you do this to me?” I presumed she was leaving him a voice message. “Isn’t it bad enough that you pulled this shit on me last year? Now you’re doing the same fucking thing again this year! Peter, what kind of a marriage is this!?” mom’s voice sounded like she wanted to cry. “It’s a farce of a marriage, that’s what it is.

And to top it all off, you don’t even have the balls to tell me you’re not coming yourself! Like the coward you are! You have your son do your dirty work for you! Nick.” She started snapping her fingers, making me raise my head. “Bring that thing here, whatever it is.” Mom walked up to me and snatched it from my hand before I could even get up.

“I’ve got your so called gift in my hand right now, buddy.” She walked over to her window. “Well guess what? I don’t want it!” Mom tossed it through her open window, sending it into our backyard. “Uhhnngg, I can’t believe you would do this to me! Peter, you’re such a fucking pig!”

The pitch of mom’s voice kept rising as she stomped, waved her arm and insulted dad for what felt like an hour. I’m pretty sure it was only a couple of minutes though.

“And don’t ever bother coming back home, because you’ve fucked me for the last time! Literally and figuratively, motherfucker!” Her phone was the next thing that was flung into the backyard.

“Uuhhh!! That bastard!”

Mom stood still for a few seconds, looking at the floor with her arms folded and was panting like she’d just won the hundred meter sprint in the Olympics. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. What could I do or say?

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Nick.” In a twitchy manner, she began moving her hand over her bright red forehead and cheeks. “And for throwing the gift you bought me out the window like that.”

“It’s okay, mom.”

“No, it’s not okay.” She shook her head. “But, could you…could you please give me a few minutes to compose myself?”

“No problem, mom.” I got up and walked out of the room.

Man, that was intense! I thought after closing the door behind me. I mean, I knew she wasn’t going to take the news very well. But here’s the thing, I wasn’t expecting to see that reaction, because it wasn’t customary for mom to go off at dad like that. In fact, it was the first time I’d ever seen it.

But I guess it was only a matter of time before she vented her feelings. A woman can only take so much neglect, right? I walked down the hallway and entered my bedroom, where I took a seat by my PC. I put my headphones on and played some music as I played a few games of chess against the computer.

I was also trying to think of a way I could make this a better night for mom. I didn’t want her sitting around in her room sulking the whole night. As the PC took out one of my pawns with a rook, an idea came to me. I got up, fished out my almost empty pack of smokes from my desk drawer, and then made my way onto my balcony.

The sun had already fallen and I had a great view of the lit up city in the horizon from up there. I took out my fourth last cigarette and sparked it to mull over my idea. Mom was applying her makeup when I walked into her room, because she was planning on going out for the night.

I didn’t see the point in wasting a perfectly good dinner reservation, so what I needed to do was get changed and take dad’s place. “Yea.” I shrugged and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Hopefully that’ll make her feel a little better.

Upon exhaling my last cloud, I crushed my cigarette into the ashtray which I’d placed on the table that was up there. Then I stepped back into my room, stripped out of my shirt, jeans and sneakers, and then walked over to my wardrobe. I got dressed up by putting on a long sleeved white shirt, a black suit, dark blue tie, and a pair of black shoes.

I assumed the restaurant mom was planning on going to demanded formal attire. Once I straightened my tie and fixed my messy brown hair in the mirror, I headed downstairs and stepped into the backyard, where I retrieved the grass and dirt stained necklace case which mom had thrown out her window.

I grabbed her smartphone as well. And to my surprise, it was still working. “Strong phone,” I said softly as I examined it. Mom didn’t drop the call before she threw her phone out, so once I did that I placed it inside my pocket and then headed back upstairs, where I knocked on mom’s door.

“Come in,” she said in a dejected tone.

I pushed her door open and found mom in bed, lying under a cover. She was dressed in what looked like a white nightdress, had mascara running down her cheeks and a couple of crunched up Kleenex tissues in her hand. I wasn’t accustomed to seeing her like that, which made it all the more heartbreaking. I walked further into the room and stood by the corner foot of her bed.

“Why’re you all dressed up, hun?” Mom sniffed, moved a little higher up her headboard and wiped her cheeks and nose with her tissues.

“I figured there was no good point in wasting the dinner reservation you made.” I took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Come on, mom. Throw your best dress on and let’s go paint the town red.”

She showed me a faint smile. “Thanks hun.” She sniffed. “You always know how to make me feel better. But I’m really not in the mood to go out anymore.” Mom shook her head.

I mulled for a moment. “Then what are you in the mood for?”

“Honey, why do you care? Shouldn’t you be at a party right about now?”

“Yea,” I raised my shoulders, “but I called and cancelled. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone tonight.”

“Aww…that’s so sweet.”

“Yep. I’m all yours for the night. So stop trying to get rid of me.”

Mom smiled again, but a little broader this time. “Okay then, how about this? Instead of going out to some boring restaurant, let’s spend the night like how we used to do when you were a kid. You climb into bed with me, we’ll order a pizza, put a movie on, and just…enjoy each other’s company.”

“If that’s what’ll make you happy, mom.”

“Yay,” she said softly with a genuine smile as she wiped her cheeks. “It will. Now take that monkey suit off and get in here.” Mom pulled her cover open.

I took her phone out of my pocket and placed it on her dresser-along with her gift. Then I stripped out of my jacket, tie, shoes, trousers and socks before I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt. As I did all of this, mom used the land line in her room to order a pizza. Now left in only my shirt and boxers, I crawled under her cover and snuggled up next to mom.

“So what do you wanna watch?” I used the TV remote to switch on her flat screen and then picked up the PVR remote.

“Mmmm,” mom thought about it for a moment. “I picked the movie at the cinemas. So you decide which one we’ll watch right now and I’ll pick the next.”

“Alright.” I opened the Box Office feature and checked which movies were available to rent. There were a few, but I noticed that the third instalment of The Hunger Games was there. I’d been meaning to watch it. So I rented the movie, pressed play and kicked back to watch the movie that starred the beautiful Jennifer Lawrence with mom.

“You’re a good son. You know that, hun?” She looked into my eyes.

“That’s what I strive to be.”

Mom smiled, kissed me on the cheek and then laid her head on my shoulder to watch the movie. Our pizza arrived roughly fifteen minutes later. I was the one who had to get it as a result of losing a rock-paper-scissors match to mom. So once I paused the movie I put my pants back on and jumped into mom’s morning slippers.

I then headed downstairs, got the pizza and gave the suited delivery guy a nice tip. I was impressed with how quickly he got there. After locking the front door, I stepped into the kitchen and rounded up a large tray, two small plates, two wineglasses and a half full two litre bottle of soda from the fridge.

Mom told me she was craving for a glass of wine a little over five minutes into the movie, so I grabbed a bottle from the wine rack as well. I then headed back upstairs and re-entered her bedroom, which was only illuminated by the TV screen.

“We better dig into this before it gets cold.” I laid the tray on her lap, removed the drinks and placed them on the bedside table. Then I stripped out of my trousers again and climbed back under the cover as mom opened the pizza box.

“Mmmmm, this smells great.”

I had to agree. The rich aroma given off by the hot, cheese coated, chicken and mushroom pizza was intoxicating. Once we poured our drinks I resumed the movie and we dug into our ad hoc dinner. But about two minutes later, something I found to be a little strange became apparent to me.

As I accidently nudged mom in the rib with an elbow, I could’ve swore I felt the unmistakeable sensation of skin. Did she take her clothes off? I turned my head and noticed that the white nightdress she was wearing was now lying on the floor. Huh, she must’ve taken it off when I went downstairs.

The faint bit of anxiety I had from believing that mom might be completely naked-which might’ve encouraged another shameful erection-was soon put to bed, because I noticed she had a bra on and most likely a pair of bottoms as well. Phew.

Moreover, I suspected that mom probably felt too warn in that nightdress. I mean after all; it was a little stuffy in there, especially with the arrival of the pizza. I took a bite out of the slice I had in my hand and continued to watch the movie with my mind at ease.

“So what do you wanna watch next?” I asked once The Hunger Games’ movie credits appeared as I reached for the PVR remote.

Mom picked up her third glass of wine and took a swing. “What’s that movie called?” She looked up at the ceiling. “The one that stars Leonardo DiCaprio and that guy from the Spiderman movies I used to take you to.”

“Toby Maguire?”

“Yea, that’s his name.”

“Oh, umm,” I thought about the title of the movie for a moment. “The Great Gatsby.”

“Yes, that’s the name. Put that on.” She took a sip.

“I think we’ve got that recorded.” I opened our recorded movies and shows list, scrolled down and pressed the enter button once I found it.

Mom and I watched something a little different after the emotional Great Gatsby flick. We decided to go with a Trevor Noah stand-up comedy special, and laughed our asses off throughout the entire performance. As we did so, I was glad to see mom so joyful again. It was almost as if dad had never stood her up. I’d done my job well.

“Thanks for making this such a wonderful day, Nick.” Mom smiled from ear to ear, placing her hand on mine once the show came to an end.

“There’s no need to thank me, my fair lady,” I used a voice for the medieval era, “for it is my obligation to please the queen.”

Mom was kind enough to laugh, despite the fact of me being cheesy. “You really are a good son, you know?” She played with my hair as she looked into my eyes with her crystal blue ones.

A Mother’s Wish to Throne and Sex

A brief moment of silence went by. Then mom’s face moved in. She closed her eyes and began kissing me in the kind of way that no mother should ever kiss her son. What the hell’s she doing?

“Mom,” I pulled my face away, “…what’re you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do for so long.” She moved in and kissed me with her soft lips again, gently caressing the side of my face with her small hand. The supple feeling of her lips coupled with the aroma of her sweet feminine scent made me feel like I was about to float away. What the fuck’s happening to me? I needed to put a stop to this.

“But we can’t.” I broke the kiss as I shook my head. “You’re my mother.”

“So?” She moved in to kiss me again, but I didn’t allow her to this time.

“Mom.”

“Please honey.” She placed her hand on my chest. “You have no idea how badly I need this.”

“But it’s,” I shook my head, “…wrong.”

“I know, I know.” Mom removed her hand as her head dropped. “But…the heart wants what the heart wants.” She made eye contact. “And I want nothing more than to be with you right now.”

“Mom, you’re drunk. Please stop saying things you’re gonna regret tomorrow.”

“I’m not drunk.” She shook her head. “I only drank four glasses. And the pizza kept me balanced.”

“But still…I don’t think we should do this.”

Mom gazed into my eyes for a few seconds. “Who’s gonna know?”

I dropped my head and mulled for a moment. “We’ll know.” I made eye contact.

Mom let out a sigh and leaned back as she looked at the ceiling. Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes watering up. Seeing her like that postponed what I was planning to do next-get up and leave.

“Mom, please don’t cry.”

“I’m trying my hardest not to,” she said in the I’m-about-to-cry voice, stretching her eyes wide open as she wiped the corners of her eyes with a finger. “But this is so hard to deal with.” Tears trickled down mom’s face, regardless of her evident efforts in trying to stop them.

I felt like an absolute dick. I knew how hard it was for most women to deal with rejection. “Mom, you’re one of the most beautiful women I know. And if you weren’t my mom, then-”

“Then pretend I’m not.” She wiped her face. “Just for tonight. Please. Look, I’m even wearing that underwear that got you so excited in the changing room.” Mom pulled the sheet open and showed me her silk and polyester covered pussy, along with her smooth, toned and creamy legs, which sent a sudden jolt down my spine and caused my cock to twitch. Fuck.

But then I realised what she’d just said. “You noticed that?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded. “I pretended like I didn’t. But I did.”

I really didn’t know what to say, and my facial expression must’ve shown that.

“Please, Nick.” Mom placed her hand on the side of my face. “Make your mother happy,” she said softly, moved in and kissed me with those soft perfect lips of hers. “It’s your job.” She kissed me again.

Aww man. I really didn’t know what to do. This was mom-my mom for crying out loud! The woman who used to take care of me when I was sick, the woman who’d read me bedtime stories, the woman I shouldn’t even so much as think about having sex with. This was so wrong! So very wrong. And on more than one level.

But she looked so damn good! And the sensation of her lips coupled with the soft touch of her palm would’ve made Elton John think twice. Moreover, mom had a point; I had to abide by my new slogan and make my mom happy! I closed my eyes as I pulled her closer and reciprocated the kiss with passion.

“Aw, thank you.” She exhaled as our lips parted for a second. “Thank you so much,” she said through another interval between the sound of our lips smacking. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Mom’s breathing continued to intensify the longer we continued to make out. And without a doubt, my cock grew into an inflexible appendage. I never thought I’d one day find myself wanting to fuck my mother until she spoke in tongues. And even though I resisted at first, I so badly wanted to do exactly that.

“We’re going to hell.” I smiled as our lips parted.

“Let’s get this thing off.” Mom smiled back, excitedly shaking her head as she began buttoning the rest of my shirt.

“Aren’t you the one who taught me the ‘ladies first’ rule?” I moved my hand behind her back and unhooked her bra.

She smiled. “Oh, you wanna get a look at mommy’s tits first?” mom asked in her best bimbo impersonation, sending an indescribable feeling of thrill through my body.

I nodded eagerly.

“Naughty boy.” She smiled. “Well,” mom leaned back and slid her bra down her smooth arms, “here they are.” She showed me her smallish breasts and tossed her bra onto the floor.

A lot of guys might love their women with a huge set of tits, but mom’s were perfect in my eyes. They looked as big as two ripe oranges, they didn’t sag very much and her taut nipples could be compared to Jelly Tots. I wanted to get a better look at her boobs, so I leapt out of the bed and made a sprint for the light switch, almost tripping on the pizza box on my way.

Thank goodness for reflexes.

I flipped the light switch and as I turned around to face mom I heard a gasp. It left me a little confused, but I noticed she was looking at my crotch, so I looked down and saw the sizeable tent I was pitching in my boxers. “Oh.” I smiled as I raised my head to make eye contact.

Then I raised my shoulders and brought my hands up like I was saying; ta-da. I didn’t have one of the largest cocks on the planet, but it was a pretty decent size. I estimate it to be around seven inches.

“I’m impressed.” She gave me a devilish smile, which showed off her sparkling white, perfectly aligned teeth. “It’s much bigger than that lousy father of yours’.”

By the way, I also noticed that mom had removed the ruined makeup. Her prettiness had returned. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, jumped back onto the bed and continued to make out with mom like a prisoner who’d just completed his life sentence-who wasn’t allowed any conjugal visits at that. I couldn’t get enough of her. Seemingly out of nowhere, mom became the girl of my dreams. And I loved it.

I slowly kissed my way down her neck, down her chest and up the silky rise of her left breast. I bullshit you not; my heart was pumping the blood through my body as quickly as it did on the night I lost my virginity. I placed mom’s rigid bright pink nipple in between my lips and made her moan as I brought my tongue into the cause of caressing it.

Boy, she tasted good.

As I slowly squeezed her nipple with my teeth, which produced a noisy groan, I began to wonder if mom ever used to breastfeed me. That may sound a little weird, but it probably came to mind because it was the only exception for when you can have your mother’s nipple in your mouth. Oh well, if she didn’t, I was about to make up for it. I sucked her nipple into my mouth with vigour and intensified mom’s breathing.

“Do you like sucking on mommy’s tit, my baby?”

I rolled my eyes upwards and nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Mommy likes it too.” She played with my hair.

Man, if she kept calling herself ‘mommy’ like that, the insides of my boxers would soon be plastered in spunk. I sucked on her left nipple for old times’ sake and then moved onto her right one to give it the same succulent treatment. I would’ve gladly sucked on mom’s nipples all night long, but there was no gun to my head and I knew there were other body parts that ached for my attention.

I released her right nipple from the clutches of my teeth, made my way back up to her face and continued to make out with her. Then I slowly kissed my way across her left cheek, nibbled on mom’s earlobe and gently crammed my tongue inside her ear. I could feel her trembling under the one hundred and seventy pounds of my frame.

I nibbled on her earlobe once more and then gradually worked my way down her neck again, down her chest and threw the valley of her tits before I slowly kissed my way down the flat section of her belly. Mom couldn’t help but moan and rub her finger tips into my skull as I descended.

Once my lips reached the hem of her panties I dug my fingers into their band, at the sides of her curvy hips. Then I slowly began pulling them down her waist and exposed the top section of mom’s pubic hair. Stripping my own mother like this was without a doubt the naughtiest thing I’d ever done!

I didn’t think it was possible, but it got my libido pumping with even more fury. I could tell it was an exciting experience for mom as well, because her panties were soaking up to a further extent against my chest. I simply couldn’t wait to savour the taste of her pussy. The heavenly aroma it emitted indicated I was in for quite a treat.

I pulled her panties the rest of the way down, exposing mom’s tidy vulva in the slow process. Then I slid the black pair up the smooth lengths of her thighs, down her toned calves and off of her small feet. I was tempted to place the drenched piece against my nose and take in a good whiff before discarding it, but I thought it would look weird.

Once I tossed her bottoms to the floor I placed my face in between mom’s legs and examined the enticing folds of her flesh. Mom had one of the most gorgeous looking pussies I’d ever seen-in person and from the ones I’d seen in dirty magazines and videos.

It had a nice swell to it. Her moist lips were snugly pressed together. And the soft looking dark hairs on her mons were cut so low I could clearly see the pink skin beneath them. I used my right hand’s thumb and index finger to push her lips apart and slowly brushed my tongue over mom’s swollen clit, causing her to groan in bliss.

I stroked my tongue over her pink button once more, traced a few light circles around it and then unhurriedly slid my tongue down the slippery slit of her pussy lips. Upon reaching her perineum, I worked my way back up her labia and tightly clenched mom’s clitoris in between my lips. If only you could’ve witnessed how she moaned and quivered as a result.

I was also trying to look into her eyes. I wanted her to see the sight of my face in between her legs. But mom was having none of it! She was way too caught up in pinching her nipples and what I was doing to her vagina to even notice. After watching her chest rise and fall for a few more seconds, to no avail in her dropping her head, I dropped my own head and began flicking my tongue over her clit.

“Nnnnnggggggaaaaahhhhhh.” She squirmed.

I clasped the outsides of her thighs, worked my way back down her labia and made my tongue rigid before I shoved it inside her opening. Mom gasped and did a sit-up as she pushed a hand into the back of my head, ramming my tongue even further inside her. I’m not a hundred percent sure if she did that on purpose.

Moreover, mom slammed her thighs so hard against my ears I could’ve sworn she tried to crush my skull. And not too long afterwards, I began to suspect that she was now trying to suffocate me with her pussy, because mom wouldn’t let go of my head. Regardless of her being incapable of controlling her body, I kept marching on.

Like a trooper I twirled and swirled my tongue against the interior walls of her vagina, as if my life depended on her having an orgasm. Going a little further back, if mom was indeed trying to kill me with her pussy, it would’ve been a great way to go out. It also would’ve been ironic. But I bring this up because the pungent and tangy flavour of her juices was out of this world!

As soon as she finally loosened her grip, I pulled my head up to catch my breath. Then I plunged right back in and continued to devour mom’s cunt, making her squirm, whimper, grunt, cuss, pull on my hair, and cry my name with passion. I could tell she was on the brink of her orgasm.

I slipped my thumbs into the band around my waist, not stopping the eating of her genitalia as I did, and pushed my boxers down until my rock-hard dick was exposed. Then I pushed my fingers into the mattress-like I was about to do push ups-and relentlessly lapped mom’s clit.

As soon as I heard her say, “I’m…ah! I’m…I’m about to-” I mounted her body in a flash and drove my cock into the far depths of her pussy. Mom’s eyes lit up before she completed her sentence in my ear, “Cccccccuuuuuuuuummmm!!” Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist as if I was a pole that suspended her above a den of starving lions. She also dug her nails so hard into my back I thought she was going to leave holes behind.

One of my ex-girlfriends used to love it when I would do that to her before she came. And from the way mom almost deafened me, she did so too. I moved my hands under the smooth hairless regions of her underarms, grabbed onto her shoulders and used my hips to provide mom with slow and powerful thrusts as she came.

I also thought back to when she was referring to herself as ‘mommy’. Which made me think that incest was one of her dark fantasies, so I began whispering in her ear, “Do you like getting fucked by your own son, mom?”

“Yyyeeesss!!” Her pussy lips tightened their grip.

“Do you like the idea of having the person you gave life to fill you up with his cock?”

“Oh, yyyeess!!” She arched her back and used her legs to pull me deeper inside her. Fuck me, mom was strong! “I dooooo!!”

“Do you want your baby boy to fuck you silly every night from now on?” I raised my head to make eye contact.

“I do baby,” mom said in a somewhat emotional tone as she untied her legs and placed her feet flat on the bed. “…I so badly do.”

I dropped my face to give her a kiss, making my tongue slowly dance with hers as I resumed with slowly grinding my cock inside her. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. My assumption before penetrating her was that every woman in her forties was…well, loose down there. But I was wrong.

I didn’t know why I was so surprised though. Dad was basically never home. And according to mom, he wasn’t well-endowed either. Or was she only saying that because she was pissed off at him? Who can say? Either way, I was enjoying myself.

“Honey no,” she said as our lips parted, which stopped the motion in my hips. “We’ll take it easy and have more intimate sex in the latter stages of our new relationship.” Mom played with my hair.

“But right now,” she looked into my eyes with those lovely crystal blues as if her next few words were of grave importance, “I’ve got a lot of sex I need to make up for. So I want you to fuck me until the point I need a walking stick to get around!”

Excited by her words and more than happy to oblige, I picked up the pace and provided her with more aggressive and forceful strokes. I literally put my back into it and fucked mom like I was furious with her, and she loved every second of it! She squealed my name in praise for it, racked her nails into my back and kept begging me for more.

I had no idea she could be so wild! And if she wasn’t the girl of my dreams before, then now it was definitely official. I soon had her on all fours. I gave her firm round buttocks a light slap before I took a hold of my cock and slotted only its head inside her.

Then I firmly placed my hands on mom’s hips and rocked my own hips back and forth, continuously crashing my pelvis against her ass cheeks. I also pulled on her hips so she could meet each one of my thrusts. This caused a rhythmical meaty clapping sound and made mom’s tits rock to and fro. The sweat that cascaded down our bodies only testified in how hard we were going at it.

“Oh! Honey! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried each high-pitched word to the beat of when our flesh collided. What’s more, her brown hair was bouncing chaotically as mom’s head jerked forward to the rhythm as well. “Keep! Fucking me! Just! Like! This! Oo! Ooooo! Ooooooooo!”

Mom placed the side of her face on a pillow and then while looking over her shoulder said, “Put me in a wheelchair! Paralyse your mother!” She buried her face into the pillow and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Fuck. Why did she have to go and talk to me like that? It only managed to get my libido pumping even harder. And that only made my body demand for my sperm to be released. I’d been fighting my orgasm off for quite some time. I wanted to last for as long as I possibly could for mom. But a man can only retain himself for so long, especially when the woman he’s fucking uses such outlandish phrases.

I had no choice. I had to let loose.

I grabbed onto the fronts of her thighs and pulled back as I made her straighten her legs. Once I landed on her back, I delivered mom a few more powerful thrusts in my favourite sex position-jockey style. As soon as I felt my testicles tighten and shaft begin to throb, I quickly shoved my erection as far as it could possibly go inside her.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!” What seemed like an endless torrent of cum pumped out of my cock and filled mom’s pussy up as I violently throbbed inside her. I think mom came as well. But I couldn’t really tell if she did. I was way too caught up in my own orgasm. I can’t begin to describe how magnificent it was. But I think ‘other worldly’ is a good enough phrase.

It was also by far the most intense one I’d ever experienced. Or probably ever will experience. The sinful thought of cumming inside my own mother’s pussy, the gateway which brought me into this world-which has to be the most taboo thing that can take place-made my orgasm so much more…powerful!

In a nutshell, sowing my seed into the utmost forbidden garden was an unforgettable moment.

Once my orgasm finally subsided, I felt weak. So I just lay there, panting on mom’s back as my cock softened inside her, our sweaty bodies entwined and left in the ruins of our taboo lovemaking session. Okay, fuck session. But that also happened to be when reality sank in. What the fuck was I thinking? Cumming inside my own mother? Out of all the idiotic things I’d ever done, this one took the cake by a light year.

I don’t know about you, but having a daughter or son slash sibling really did not sound like an attractive idea to me. Fuck! I rolled off of mom. Once I pulled the cover over our bodies and rested my head and upper back on a pillow, mom laid her head on my arm. We lay in silence for a few moments as she used a finger to draw shapes I couldn’t identify on my chest.

“Mom.”

“Yes baby.”

“I’m really starting to regret…cumming inside you.”

Mom raised her chin to make eye contact. “Why? Are you worried you might’ve impregnated me?”

I nodded subtly.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” She dropped her chin and continued with drawing on my chest. “I’ll run down to the pharmacy and pick up some EC pills in the morning.”

“EC pills?”

“Emergency contraceptive pills. Or more popularly known as morning after pills.”

“Oh yea.” My apprehensiveness vanished. “I forgot about that.”

Thank goodness for modern medicine.

Mom and I lay together in silence for a few more moments. “Mom.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I know this probably isn’t the best time to bring this up-actually, it is, because I haven’t had a better one. But earlier today, when you left dad that message, I kinda got the impression you wanna leave him. Was I right?”

Mom’s hand stopped moving on my chest. Then she removed it, pushed her upper frame up with a forearm and sighed. “No,” she shook her head, “…you were wrong. Your father’s a good man, an even better provider and I don’t think I’ll ever leave him. I’ve been with him for too long to do something that drastic. Earlier today I was just so…angry with him. I still am. But we humans tend to say things we don’t mean when we’re angry.”

“I hear that.” I nodded.

She rested her head on my arm again.

“Mom.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.” She shrugged.

“Have you ever cheated on dad before?”

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head. “This is the very first time. But I can’t say I’ve never been tempted to.”

“Really?” I scrunched my face. “…With who?”

“My yoga teacher.” Mom giggled, rolled onto her stomach and pushed her upper body up with both her forearms. “He’s such a flirt…handsome, and the biggest man-whore I’ve ever met. I think he’s slept with half of the women in my class.”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded with a smile. “He’s been trying to get into my pants since day one. And I almost let him.” Her eyes rolled upwards as she tilted her head. “But I didn’t want to become another statistic.”

I laughed. “I’m proud of you, mom.”

“Thanks honey.” She smiled from ear to ear, moved her face in and kissed me.

Once our lips parted we stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Why stop now?”

“Right before me and you…had sex, you said you’ve wanted to be with me for a long time. Was that true? Or a,” I rolled my eyes up as I thought of a phrase, “spur of the moment thing?”

“It was true.” She tilted her head as she looked down at the mattress, making her longish hair fall over her shoulder. “I’ve pleasured myself many a night thinking about you.” Mom made eye contact.

“How did it start?”

“Do you really wanna know?” She scrunched only the one side of her face. “It’s a long story.”

I reached for the bedside table and picked up my watch, which I’d placed there during one of the movies. “We’ve got time.” I laid my watch back down. “It’s only ten past eleven.”

“Okay, if you really must know.” Mom raised her eyebrows. “It started about three years ago. I was alone in the house, sitting inside the computer room. I was bored…and feeling a little horny.” She shrugged. “So I decided to go onto the internet and watch some dirty videos. But two minutes into one, I remembered why I don’t like watching porn-it’s boring.”

I chuckled softly.

“So then I Googled the sentence ‘how to achieve a great orgasm by yourself’, and found a lot of…for lack of a better word, unimaginative answers, some interesting ones, one that sounded dangerous and a few which were downright weird.”

Again I chucked softly.

“But I persisted and eventually came across an answer I liked. Some guy said he enjoys reading erotic stories before he masturbates and went on to explain about how and why the good stories always manage to make him cum hard. His post left me curious. So I went back onto Google and searched for where I could find ‘good online sex stories’, and was referenced to a few sites. But I went with one called ‘Literotica’. Ever heard of it?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Anyway, I went onto the site and saw all of these…categories; romance, group sex, erotic couplings…umm, BDMS, loving wives, and…I can’t remember the rest, but I also saw one called incest slash taboo, which when I-”

“Okay, no, I see where this is going.”

Mom laughed. “I didn’t read the stories in that category right away though. It actually took a few months before curiosity finally got the better of me. But after it did I instantly fell in love with the stories in there. And not too long after that I began fantasising about stripping out of my clothes, coming into your room and climbing into your bed.

But I couldn’t work up the courage to do it. I was way too afraid you’d reject me, and then things would’ve been so weird between us. But you were being so damn sweet to me today…especially after your father let me down. It only made me want you so much more.” Mom took a break. “I kinda got the impression you were hitting on me.

No, actually, I was hoping you were hitting on me. I knew you weren’t. But as I thought about that erection of yours in the changing room, it kept that bit of hope I had alive. So I decided to get into that underwear you liked so much, used a little bit of liquid courage, and just…went for it.” Mom shrugged. “And now here I am…as happy as can be.” She smiled.

I could only stare at her with a blank facial expression for a few seconds. “Wow,” I turned my head to look at the cover and then made eye contact again, “if I thought about stuff as hard as you do, I think my head would literally explode.”

Mom laughed and then laid her head on my chest.

A couple of silent moments went by.

“Hey, mom.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’ve got another question for you. I promise this is the last one.”

“Fire away.”

“Apart of that story felt a bit unfinished. You said you wanted to strip out of your clothes, come into my room and climb into my bed. What would’ve you done after that?”

Mom raised her head to make eye contact. She smiled, showing me her sparkling white teeth, and had a mischievous winkle in her eyes. “Oh I think I can show you way better than I can tell you.” Mom moved her face in and began making out with me. I think she’d had enough pillow talk for one night. Well, so had I.

I pushed my upper body up the headboard to balance myself against it as she straddled my lap and continued to work her tongue inside my mouth. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store. She released my lower lip from in between her rosy ones and kissed her way down my chin and across my jaw before she made her way down my neck and chest.

The soft feeling of her lips on my torso put the sensation of having butterflies in my chest and made my toes curl up as my cock twitched and started to swell. By the time her lips reached my taut abdominal region, I was hard as fuck! Mom really knew how to get a guy going. The way she gently grazed her nails down my back as she worked her way down my body would’ve made a monk cave in.

Upon getting her frame in between my legs, mom lay flat on her stomach and grasped my rigid cock with her tiny right hand. She bit her lower lip as she gazed at it for a couple of seconds. Then she shook her hair off her face and raised her chin to make eye contact. Mom smiled and said, “I might not have kissed you after I climbed into your bed, but I definitely would’ve done this.”

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly slipped out her tongue and licked the slit of my cock, causing it to spasm in her grip as I sighed. Mom also pulled a string of pre-cum off my tip and it latched onto her lower lip as her tongue re-entered her mouth. She licked my pre-cum off, licked my tip once more and then held her tongue against it, tilting her head to her left.

Then mom slowly slid her tongue down the underside of my shaft. I had to use an index finger to push her hair behind her ears, as it kept getting in the way of the incredible experience. Once her tongue reached my sack, mom used the hand she had around my shaft to pull my cock upwards, making me raise my hips a bit.

Then she took my testicles inside the warm space of her mouth and tenderly began sucking on them. I couldn’t help but let out a pathetic moan. Mom massaged my balls with her tongue and lips for a little while and then slowly licked her way back up to my tip. She pulled her head off and hovered her face a couple of inches or so above dick, puckering her lips. Then a long white string of saliva oozed from her lips.

It landed on my tip and then divided into separate strings that cascaded down the various sides of my erection. After stroking her hand up and down my cock and coating its entire cylinder shape, mom looked into my eyes, took only my cock’s head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it without breaking eye contact.

You wouldn’t believe how much seeing her in this light turned me on! My mother’s beautiful face in my lap, with her blue eyes locked onto mine and her rosy lips wrapped around my cock. It was a wonderful sight to behold. Moreover, it sort of made me feel like I owned her. Not in the literal sense, but in a way that made me think she was saying with her eyes; I’m here to do whatever pleases you, your majesty. That’s the best explanation I can provide.

Mom slowly sucked her way down my cock, making her cheeks fall in, until she reached her hand, which was around the halfway mark of my shaft. Then she slowly pulled her lips back up my cock and loudly popped my glans from her mouth. “Wanna make this a little kinkier?” She raised an eyebrow.

I had no idea how she could possibly do that, but I was eager to find out. “I’m game for anything at this point.”

Mom smiled and then made her way to the edge of the bed. “Sit right here.” She patted the edge of the bed. “I’ll be back before you can say; finish sucking me off, slut.”

I wasn’t about to say that, but I moved to where mom suggested I should sit as she made her way to her cupboards. I couldn’t help but stare at her slightly bent over, round derrière as she looked for whatever would make the blowjob ‘kinkier’. I also began to wonder if she would ever offer me her backdoor.

But I wasn’t going to hold my breath and didn’t plan on asking her either. Three of the girls I’d built up the courage to ask rejected the idea, which made me believe that porn stars were the only women that were up for being sodomised. Well, them and the occasional ordinary woman. But I didn’t think my luck would turn around anytime soon.

Mom pulled out a white bag from a cupboard. It looked familiar. But I couldn’t put my finger on where I’d seen it before. She walked over to her dresser, placed the bag beside her makeup kit and reached inside it. Then with a naughty look on her face, mom pulled out a pink set of fur covered handcuffs, which was something I couldn’t say I saw coming.

What’s more, seeing the handcuffs made me remember where I’d seen the bag before-the adult’s store. I was way too distracted to notice what she’d bought when we were in there, but apparently handcuffs were one of the items. Mom walked up to me and stood in between my legs. “I think you’ll know what to do with these.” She handed me the furry handcuffs and spun around.

I did indeed know. I unlocked the cuffs, grabbed mom’s left hand and brought it behind her back to cuff it. I did the same thing to her other hand. I can’t say that bonding a girl during intercourse was one of the things I needed to check off my bucket list. But if that’s what mom was into, then why not give it a go?

Once I placed the handcuffs’ two keys on the bedside table, next to the almost empty bottle of soda, mom turned around and got down on her knees. “This way my hands can no longer disturb your BJ.” She smiled, bent over and took my glans penis inside her mouth.

Then she began bobbing her head up and down the first half of my slightly flaccid erection, which had gotten like that because of the intermission we took to spice things up. But as mom carried on giving me head, making increasingly noisy slurping sounds as she did, my cock quickly grew back into an inflexible appendage.

I also had to admit that mom was right; this was definitely kinkier. Seeing her hands tied up behind her back with my cock inside her mouth was hot as fuck. I was glad I tried this. Mom’s hair soon became a problem again, so I moved it behind her head. Moreover, I used my right hand to keep it there in a ponytail.

She pulled her head up and popped me from her mouth. “Thanks hun.” Mom winked, licked the tip of my cock and then took me inside her jaws again.

I closed my eyes, sat back and sighed blissfully for the next couple of minutes as she sucked my cock, speeding up and slowing down at unpredictable moments. The wet sounds mom continued making was music to my ears. I love it when a woman puts her heart into her blowjob.

Mom’s head suddenly stopped bobbing when only the head of my dick was left in her mouth. She got her bearings and then slowly started sucking her way downwards, taking me in inch by inch until she reached the halfway mark of my cock. To the contrary of what I thought would happen next, mom didn’t stop and pull her head back up, she just going.

Was she about to do what no girl had ever done before her? I gripped her hair a little tighter in both excitement and anticipation. Mom took a few more centimetres in her mouth at a snail’s pace before she took a break. I could see she was struggling to take in my last two inches. But I knew she was also determined to get the job done, because it appeared as if pulling up was simply not an option.

After exhaling through her nose a few times, mom soldiered on with her hands resting on her ass, which looked like a curvy version of the letter m from where I was sitting. She gradually took me deeper, deeper and deeper inside her mouth, until her bottom lip finally made contact with my sack. She did it!

It felt like I’d watched a really short movie, where the protagonist accomplished the goal she’d set herself out to achieve. I’ve always loved happy endings-especially this one. I sighed with satisfaction and let my eyes roll back as I savoured the majestic moment of the first time I’d ever entered a woman’s throat.

It felt like the head of my cock had suddenly been wrapped in velvet. Good thing holding back your second load is so much easier. Otherwise I would’ve shot it right down mom’s throat, and then the night would’ve been over. She pulled her head back up and slowly slid her rosy lips off my cock’s head, causing me to shudder.

Then she took me in her mouth again and made her way back down shaft. Practice really does make perfect, because getting my cock lodged inside her oesophagus wasn’t a difficult task for her the second time around. I would’ve given mom a high-five for being such a quick learner. But her hands were literally tied.

After popping my glans from her lips once more, mom looked into my eyes with intensity. It was almost as if she was trying to say; I’ve done my job, now it’s time for you to do yours and fuck the shit out of me. If that’s what she was really trying to convey, I was more than happy to oblige. I placed my hands on the sides of her torso as I helped her get to her feet.

She wanted to straddle my lap thereafter, but I made mom turn around instead. I knew that taking charge during intercourse was a trait that a lot of women loved, and I felt like I’d been sitting in the passenger seat for too long. I used a hand to tap on mom’s inner thighs, making her spread her legs apart.

Once I got them over my legs, which were spread out by roughly a foot, I placed my hands in between her arms and on her narrow waist. With the weight of her body now fully in my control, I made her pussy hover an inch or so above the tip of my erection. Then I lowered mom, slowly pushed her labia apart with my tip and allowed her vaginal opening to swallow only my cock’s head.

I held her in that position for a few seconds, and then completely out of nowhere, I released her frame and impaled mom, which caused her to gasp as her head fell back. I leaned back a bit to get her hair out my face and pushed her up my cock. Then I dropped her back onto my lap before my glans could escape from the warmth of her genitalia.

“Uuhhnngg, uuhhnngg, uunhhnngg, uunhhnngg, uunhhnngg.” I continued to bounce her in a slow and powerful fashion.

This was without a doubt the best night of my life. I’d gotten deep throated for the very first time, and now I was fucking my new dream girl with her hands tied back her back. I didn’t want the night to ever come to an end, which unfortunately was impossible. But I wasn’t about to let the experience end anytime soon.

I let mom bounce on my lap and penetrate herself for a couple of minutes as I plotted my next move. Then an idea came to me. If this didn’t make her cum again, I didn’t know what would. I pushed my left arm through the gap between her bound left arm and torso, and then placed my forearm across her stomach, grabbing onto the other side of her waist.

Mom stopped bouncing once she landed on my pelvis for one last time. Now that I felt like she was securely balanced, I reached downwards and grabbed her right shin. Then I pulled her leg up the bed and placed her foot behind the small of my back. Without my aid or a single word from me, mom did the same thing with her other foot, making her upper body drop forward a little.

Those yoga classes she’d been attending had paid off. I pushed my right arm through the gap on the other side of her torso and interlocked eight of my fingers under her soft breasts. “Lock your feet together,” I said and as soon as I felt her do so behind me, I used all the strength in my legs to get to my feet.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Her upper body dropped to the lowest point my arms would allow it to go as her heels came up and struck the centre of my back.

I think mom came as she let out her ear piercing scream, because the walls of her pussy robustly began contracting around my cock. In addition, I could see her eyes squinting in the mirror at her dresser as her one eyelid twitched.

I knew this would work.

I made a quick one-eighty degree spin, dropped mom’s upper frame onto the bed and then unlocked her legs from behind my back. Then I grabbed onto her curvy hips and began driving my erection inside my handcuffed mother as she came.

A few moments later she said, “Spank me!”

“What?”

“I said spank my ass!” Mom pulled her hands a little higher up her back.

There she goes again.

I said that in thought because it seemed like mom had a split personality. Every time sex got heated, I saw a side of her I couldn’t recognise a shred of. But I liked that twisted part of her. It made the sex so much better. I removed my hands from her hips, crossed my right arm over to the other side of her body and gave mom’s left cheek a light slap as I continued to thrust my hips back and forth.

“Harder!”

I guess that wasn’t satisfying. I crossed my arm back over to the other side of her body and gave her right buttock a somewhat ‘harder’ slap. But mom still wasn’t satisfied.

“C’mon Nick.” She panted. “Make me pay for being such a dirty mom!”

As you can probably tell, I wasn’t all that comfortable with striking my mom. It felt extremely weird. But I figured it was all in the name of having fun. So I made my hand rigid before I moved it back over to the other side of her body and gave mom’s left cheek a good hard whack that echoed through the room.

“Oh, yes!” The walls of her pussy tightened around my cock.

I moved my hand back over to the other side of her body and gave her other cheek a hard whack as well, leaving a rosy handprint behind. Mom let out loud yelps of ‘yes’ as I continued altering between which butt cheek I would slap. But once I felt like I’d done a good enough job in fulfilling her desire to be spanked, I grabbed onto her hips and made shoving my cock inside her my number one priority.

The groaning sounds mom made only motivated me in trusting my hips with more energy, which caused the sound of when our flesh met to be even more thunderous. Sweat cascaded down my face, back, chest and legs, and was going to cum again pretty soon. But mom prevented that from happening.

“Honey, slow down.” She gasped for air and I did as she requested. “I still…wanna do…one more thing,” she shook her head and looked over her shoulder, “…before you blow that second creamy load of yours.” Mom smiled.

“Okay.” The motion in my hips came to an end. “What is it?”

“First pull out and then go over to my dresser.” She looked in its direction.

Once I extracted my glistening cock, I did exactly that.

“Okay, now reach into that bag and take out the treat that awaits you.”

I had no clue what else could be inside that sex bag of hers, but I honestly expected it to be even more entertaining than those handcuffs were, because mom seemed to have a knack for coming up with great things to do and say during sex. And the best thing’s always saved for last, right?

Not wanting to spoil the surprise, I stuck my hand into the bag without looking inside it and felt an object that felt like it was made out of really soft plastic. I pulled it out and as I read the bold black words written on the red and white tube in my hand, my jaw dropped and heart began to beat with fury-‘Anal Lube, Cherry Flavoured’.

I looked over at mom, who was still bent over her bed. She smiled. “I’ve been fantasising about it after I found that smut on your computer. I was planning on doing it with your father tonight.” Mom grew her utmost mischievous smile. “But now I get to do it with the person I was doing it with in my fantasises.”

I thought there was no way I could possibly get more turned-on, but mom proved me wrong by adding, “I’ve even shoved my vibrator up there once, hoping that it would someday be your cock.”

I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and even though I felt like sprinting, I walked over to her with composure. “Mom,” I shook my head, “…you’re the greatest.” Those were the only words I could find.

“I know.”

I laid the lube on the bed and got down on my knees to lay my hands on mom’s firm round derrière. My fingers trembled and heart pounded like I was on the verge of having a panic attack. I placed my thumbs in between the groove of her ass and slowly pried her cheeks open. Then I moved my face in and stared mom’s pink rectum in the face.

It was spotless, not a single strand of hair could be seen and looked like it had never been penetrated-even if mom really did stick her vibrator up there. Good thing she bought the lubricant. Otherwise my cock might’ve been denied access. I pushed her cheeks further apart, sinking my thumbs into her handprinted flesh.

Then I stuck my tongue out and stroked it over her asshole, making mom’s cheeks flex in my palms as she let out a soft moan. I lapped her forbidden hole a few more times before I made my tongue rigid and tried to penetrate it. But my tongue couldn’t do it. Mom was sealed too tight. I mulled for a moment.

Then I reached for the lubricant, uncapped it and applied an ounce of its reddish white cream onto my right hand’s index finger. The scent of sugary cherries filled my nostrils as I did. Mom made the right call by getting that flavour. I rubbed the cream onto her sphincter, applied a little more onto my finger and used my other hand to rub it up and down the entire lengths of my middle and index finger.

Then I placed my left hand on her left buttock and pulled it away from its partner with my thumb. Once I placed the tip of my lubricated index finger against her asshole, I slowly shoved it inside her. Mom didn’t even flinch. I drove my finger in further, until my knuckle was locked in between her tight ring.

And still there was no reaction from mom. I wiggled my finger inside the heat of her ass and then pushed my middle finger in as well, until both of my knuckles were trapped in between her sphincter. Then I slowly pushed my fingers all the way in and finally heard a moan.

I was tempted to throw my ring finger into the mix. But three’s a crowd. And I was afraid of the damage that crowd could cause. Upon extracting my fingers, I pushed her cheeks apart and stuffed my tongue inside her asshole. Mom groaned and tapped my forehead with the fingers on one of her cuffed hands.

My own fingers had done a good job in loosening her up and the flavoured lubricant literally made savouring her ass sweeter. I pulled my tongue out, grabbed the lube and squeezed it into my palm. Then I stroked it into my rock-hard cock.

Playing with mom’s ass maintained the strength of my erection, and the time had arrived for my cock to go where it had never gone before. I couldn’t wait, but would have to, because the sound of mom’s ringtone went off.

Aww man. Talk about bad timing.

“Would you please check who that is, hun?” She looked over her shoulder.

“Let it go to voicemail.”

“I think it might be important. Why else would they be calling at this time?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, got to my feet and walked over to her dresser. Why didn’t I leave that thing in the backyard? I shook my head, wiped my hand on my thigh and then picked up the phone. The name ‘Peter’ was on the screen. “It’s dad.” I looked at mom.

“Really?” She scrunched her face. “Okay then, untie me quickly.” She raised her hands.

I placed the phone on the bed, grabbed the keys from the bedside table and stuck one into the keyhole. But I was having a slightly difficult time in unlocking the cuffs.

“Nicholas, hurry up.”

“Hang on.” I took the key out and tried the other. “I’m trying.”

Ironically, mom’s phone stopped ringing as soon as I got her free. She reached for it, looked at its screen and then turned her attention to me. She looked a little miffed. I could only raise my shoulders and bring my hands up as if I was saying; what could I do?

“Oh well.” I placed the cuffs on the bedside table. “Let’s get back to what we were about to do.” But before we could, her phone went off again. Oooof course. I sighed.

Mom smiled, pressed the answer button and placed the phone against her ear. “Hi, Peter.”

I folded my arms and rolled my eyes as dad replied. I remember feeling a little angry and confused at this moment. Confused, because I thought mom would give dad the silent treatment for at least a month after he cancelled on her. Or at least the way she reacted after I broke the news to her suggested that’s how it would go down.

But there she was, talking to him like nothing happened. And I think the reason why I was angry came from the childish part of me-we had to postpone anal sex. Well, that, and I thought mom was letting dad walk all over her.

“Oh, so this is the time you call to apologise?”

As dad gave his explanation-which was probably about a meeting or maybe he wanted her to calm down before calling-mom placed her hand over the phone and whispered, “Nick.” She smiled, nudged her head towards her rear end and bit her lower lip as she placed the phone against her ear.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle as my befuddlement disappeared. As she said, “So how are you gonna make this up to me?” I got behind her, down on my knees and stroked my cock back into a rigid state. The sight of mom’s ass and thought entering it made the process incredibly quick.

“Oh, really?”

With my cock in the grip of my right hand, I placed my other hand on the small of her back and raised my right knee, planting my foot flat on the ground. Then I shifted a little closer to mom and squeezed my cock’s head in between the warm cleft of her cheeks. It made my heart start racing again.

“You have your son to thank for why I’m so calm.” I slowly drove my hips forward and pressed the tip of my erection against her sphincter. “No, don’t call him now. The day I had with him has left him…drained.”

I laughed softly. Then I pushed my hips forward and let out a sigh as the head of my cock got sucked in by her rectum. “Uuuuhhhgg.” Her sphincter tightened its lock. “Huh? Oh…nothing. I think I just pulled something when I threw your gift out the window earlier today. Sorry about that.”

Seeing only my cock’s head inside mom’s ass caused me to shudder. It also made me wish I had my camera with me. This was spank bank material. I placed my hands onto her hips, shifted a little closer and drove my dick in by a further inch. “Uhngg…yea, I’ll go and get it checked out at the doctor tomorrow.”

I thought mom’s pussy was tight, but it had nothing on the sensation her asshole provided. It was without a doubt the tightest space my cock had ever been in. I also knew I had to tread lightly in this dangerous game we were playing. Dad was a clever guy and there was a real possibility in him figuring out why mom was really groaning.

I probably wouldn’t have been a suspect, but he might have thought that there was some other guy fucking his spouse as she spoke to him. As gently as I could, I pushed my cock a little deeper. But my efforts were in vain. Mom had to place her hand over her mouth to muffle a groan.

I could see she wouldn’t be able to do this without getting busted. So I stopped trying to stuff my cock inside her ass, leaving only half of it lodged up there. But then mom said, “Could you hold that thought for just one sec.” She pressed the hold button. “Nick, get the rest of the way in so I can get used to your girth.”

I placed my hands on her hips, pushed my own hips forward and slowly drove my cock the rest of the way in. Mom had to bury her face into the mattress. “Nnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.” Once my pelvis made contact with her cheeks, I slowly pulled my way out, causing another long groan, until I popped my cock’s head out of her rectum. I could see she needed more lube.

“Hold on.” Mom got to her feet, onto the bed and lay flat on her back. “I read somewhere that it’s easier in this position.”

“Okay.” I reached for the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount of it into my palm as mom took dad off hold.

“I’m back.”

I stroked the cream into my cock and couldn’t help but stare at mom’s pussy, as her legs were now over the bed. I moved my face in thereafter and started lapping her labia as my parents’ conversation continued. Mom’s pussy tasted too good to be ignored. But I also had an anal experience to get through.

Fuck. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

I hooked her legs over my shoulders and licked her moist pussy lips a few more times. Then I got onto my feet, onto the bed and grasped my shaft before I squeezed my glans inside her asshole. Once I placed my hands on the mattress, at the sides of her torso, I began thrusting my hips forward.

I’m not sure if it was due to the sex position or extra amount of lube, maybe even both, but handling the girth of my cock was much easier for mom this time around. As I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth, she just gazed into my eyes, played with her clit and flashed me a smile every now and then.

I knew she could now do this without getting caught, so the pace in my hips picked up, making mom’s tits jiggle up and down. She also removed her right hand from her pussy and bit her index finger during one of dad’s turns to speak. Then the fact that I was doing three taboo things at the same time suddenly dawned on me.

I was fucking my mom, no, sodomising her as she spoke to her husband-incest, anal and adultery. What a combination. Moreover, it was all being done on the day they were pronounced husband and wife. And according to my calculations, I think that was also the night they made me. Thinking about all of this got my libido kicking like crazy. I had to set my sperm free.

I extracted my erection from mom’s rectum, dropping her legs off of my shoulders. Then I got upright and aimed my cock at her chest as I began stroking it. But my first white rope was too powerful. Accompanied by a grunt, it rocketed out and landed in between mom’s left nostril and cheek, almost going into her eye. Mom did nothing but smile and carry on chatting as if nothing happened.

My second string wasn’t as powerful, but it managed to land on the intended area by splashing the inner side of her left tit. My final three squirts were pathetic and could only make it onto her stomach. They also weren’t as creamy as the load on her face. But I didn’t care. Fuck. That felt so good. I panted.

“Okay.” Mom looked at the ceiling. “I gotta go, Peter. It’s,” she took a look at the phone’s screen and then placed it against her ear, “ten to twelve on this side of the planet. I’ll talk to you tomorrow…Okay…bye.” She dropped the call and sat forward, making my semen slide down her body.

“And who said you were allowed to cum on my face?” Mom tilted her head and raised her eyebrows with a smile, causing cum to drip off her cheek and land on her breast.

“Sorry about that. I was honestly aiming for your chest.”

Mom shook her head. “Pass me my panties.” She pointed at them.

I hopped off the bed, picked up the black pair and handed them to her.

“You men don’t know how to behave yourselves.” She wiped her face, chest and stomach. On completion, mom tossed her underwear back onto the floor. We then got back under the cover, where she rested her head on my arm.

“Mom.”

“Yes.”

“Can what we did to dad be a first and last time thing? I’m starting to feel bad about it.”

“Ummmm,” she thought about it for a moment and then shrugged, “okay…I just wanted to exact a little bit of revenge.”

“Mission accomplished.”

Mom waited for a moment before she said, “Why is it that every time after you cum, you grow a conscious?”

“Huh.” My eyes rolled upwards. I didn’t notice it before then, but mom was right, I did have that trait. “…I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess that’s just how I’m built.”

Another silent moment went by. Then mom said, “Does that mean you don’t want to have sex with me anymore?”

“Nooooooo.” I shook my head. “Not that part. Fucking you is too good to only do it once.”

She gasped. “Watch your language, young man.” Mom slapped my chest. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Actually.” I turned my head and planted my lips on hers.

She laughed as our lips parted. “Honey.”

“Yep.”

“I’m still horny.”

“Mom.” I sighed and then opened the cover to take a look at my spent cock. “It’s gonna take at least half an hour for it to recuperate.” I dropped the sheet.

“I know another limb that can get the job done.” She smiled, placed her thumb on my lower lip and pulled it downwards.

I chuckled. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; it’s a son’s job to make his mother happy.” I dived under the cover and got back to work.

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