Teenage son takes care of Mom after new baby arrives, incest stories, I can’t begin to describe how much my life has changed these past couple of years. I wonder sometimes if I am going to be ruined for any other woman because of my relationship with my mother; yet I can’t seem to think about anything else. My heart starts racing even as I write this, knowing Mom told me to tell our story, and she is waiting to read it.
It started when I was 18 and in my last year of high school. My mom was 39 and to everyone’s surprise, including her own, she got pregnant. I honestly didn’t even know my parents did anything that often, as they fought a lot and he was either working outside or spending time with his friends. I never understood it because my mom was like a throwback to the 1950’s, only more fun. She did everything around the house and treated my dad like a king. Waited on him, did all the laundry and cooking and cleaning; in addition to her 9-5 job as a legal clerk. Only thing he did was “man” stuff like fix things and take care of the yard. He was not a bad guy he just did not spend time or appreciate her like he should have.
Anyway, I was busy a lot that last year of school, and I did not take the time to help out around the house until mom was in the last 3 months of her pregnancy. I played football and was involved with stuff at school, but I was not overly popular with girls or guys. Once football season was over, I started to hang around more at home.
I don’t know what it was, but my mom looked absolutely stunning to me all of a sudden. I had never once paid attention to a pregnant woman, unless I saw one on a beach or something, but there was just something amazing about seeing mom with her belly getting so big. She was still very active; going to yoga classes after work, shopping, taking care of the house and generally not slowing down one iota. She dressed very sexy, or at least what I considered very sexy, for a woman that was six or seven months pregnant. Mom shunned those baggy clothes and seemed delighted with her new found shape. Snug, form-fitting, yet classy blouses, sweaters and skirts for work; tight leggings and jeans, with sexy tops for weekends. And those flannel or silk “jammies” as she called them were too much for me at times. Running around bare foot, bending over the oven or to pick something up; catching a glimpse of her bare belly and her swelling breasts.
I can not tell you how embarrassed I was on more than one occasion when she caught me ogling her while serving dinner or lounging on the couch. Mom would simply smile and go about her business, but inevitably she would make eye contact with me later and I would feel myself turning beet red. Was it my imagination when she started leaning over me more when serving dinner? Or when she started sitting next to me on the loveseat, tucking her feet under her, but in my direction; instead of sitting in her usual spot on the couch? And as the weeks went by, did she really need more help from me and not Dad around the house? Asking me to pull things down from the cabinets or carry the laundry downstairs to the basement. She would always give me a little brush on the arm or a kiss on the cheek, but never really look me in the eye or give me anything extra to go on. She was just being my sweet mom.
I wanted to be around her more than ever now. I had always been kind of shy, which is why I went out for sports, but even that never took the edge away. Being with mom was the only place I felt completely safe and able to be myself; whether that be serious or silly or angry or even sad. I took it upon myself to start waiting on her like she always did for me and Dad. I felt guilty that I had never done this before. The first time I did it, I just fixed her a drink while I was fixing mine. She looked at me for a second like I was from another planet, and then she just smiled.
After that I would always ask if I could do something for her or help out. I started all the daily chores, and actually became what she said was a mother hen. As her belly was now huge, I did not want her moving a muscle. I also realized something else at that time. It made me feel more like a man to take care of her. Dad thought I was plain stupid for doing so much especially when I had my own things to do. And he thought I was even crazier when I no longer complained when she asked for someone to go to the store with her. I offered to go for her instead now. She started making little comments to him about at least someone cares about helping her and stuff like that. Dad would get pissed on occasion, but normally it looked like he hadn’t even heard her over the television.
I would watch Mom waddle around in front of me at the grocery store or the Costo’s, picking out things for the family. On these outings she would always make sure she got each of us a favorite treat that Dad would not know about. Some extra cookies or ice cream, or we would stop off and have a quick lunch someplace out.
She was beautiful already, but the pregnancy made her even more so. Dirty-blond, shoulder-length hair, small lips and a cute little nose, with the prettiest blue-green eyes I had ever seen. She wore just enough eye makeup to make her eyes “pop” which gave her a little bit of a naughty appearance as well.
Mom could tell I was enthralled by her, and she began to flaunt it as she entered her ninth month. Almost every night now, she would ask me to rub her feet or her shoulders. She was home all day now and not working, so would have a snack ready for me when I got home. I think she loved me telling her that she shouldn’t be doing anything for me at all and then watching me as I made over her for the next twenty minutes by fluffing the couch pillows and fixing a drink or something for her too.
On numerous occasions she would get all excited and call me over to feel the baby kicking. She would hold my hand on her tummy and watch for my reaction. More often than not there would be nothing to feel except for her. She must have known that I was almost overcome by being able to touch her bare skin there; that it had nothing to do with the baby; even though that was kind of neat to be honest.
So, Mom ended up having my baby sister, Vicki, right around Christmas and for the next few weeks, I continued to hover. Even Dad helped out more than usual. Mom was not one to stay down though so she was up and trying to get back to her old routine in just a few days. She was surprised when I continued to chip in even after she told me she was fine now.
Four months later mom had her shape back pretty much. All except her breasts which still looked way too big for her little frame, and her tummy which had a slight, soft pooch to it around her mid section. I was mortified when one day she caught me staring at her running on the treadmill in the basement. I was fixated to her bouncing boobs and the large wet spots from her sweating made me so hard I couldn’t get off the bench. She looked down at her chest and blushed when she saw where my eyes were focused. But instead of chastising me or covering herself up, she just kept running, wiping the sweat from her forehead and chest with a towel and smiling at me.
“I can’t believe how much they’ve filled out, can you?” she said. I couldn’t believe she had just said that so openly. She saw the look on my face as I turned my face away and attempted to keep lifting again. “Well I can’t. I was happy with my 36-C’s thank you very much.”
I didn’t say anything; I was much too ashamed that I had been caught looking.
“And they are just too heavy to do all this running.” She slowed the treadmill down to a crawl to bring herself down. “They make my back hurt. In addition to all this mess,’ she said in a disgusted voice.
I abruptly turned to see what she was referring to. She was looking down at her chest and instead of just the wet spot at her cleavage there were too very dark spots around the front of each breast as well. Stupid as I was, it actually took me a few seconds to realize what it was!
Mom stepped off of the treadmill and ran the towel underneath each breast, restrained in that too small, gray sports bra. She lifted each one right there in front of me, seemingly not paying attention to me at all; and swiped away the moisture underneath. I couldn’t move. I was glued to the bench as I watched her (and tried not to watch her) all the while my cock growing to ever larger proportions.
At last she finished wiping herself as dry as she could and she bent down a couple of times to stretch out her legs. Her body was incredible. You couldn’t tell she had even had a baby! Then she stood up she gave me another shock. She winked at me and said “Don’t work yourself to hard, Baby.” She emphasized the hard part.
I couldn’t help but watch her ass sway as she walked across the room and went up the stairs. Had she seen how hard I was? Was that what she was referring to? No way, I told myself. I was upset beyond reason that she had seen me hard, if she had. But there was no way I could believe she was ok with it; not knowing it was from watching her!
For the next few days I felt like every time I looked at her she was already looking back at me. I couldn’t even get through an entire meal anymore because of her being so close to me and me trying to forget what I had seen that day. What was more, she had been very open from the time she brought the baby home; openly breastfeeding in front of me and Dad no matter where we were in the house or car. She would often switch Vicki to her other breast after a while and leave the first one completely exposed. Mom never made eye contact while doing this. She would always be talking or singing to the baby. These were the times that I allowed myself to look from the corner of my eye and take in the sight of Mom’s beautiful breasts.
There was something about those blue veins and all the little bumps around the nipples, wet and swollen from my sister sucking so vigorously. I knew I shouldn’t have been watching her, but I couldn’t help myself. I let myself look longer and longer until even when she got up and left the room carrying Vicki, both breasts still wet and half exposed, my eyes would follow her every step of the way. By the time that day on the treadmill had come, Mom had caught me looking more than a few times and every time I shied away, she would tell me it was ok to look. No harm in looking. She knew I was curious, etc. I would feel guilty again, and then the burning in my body would take over and make me steal another glance. Mom would sit there in the rocker beside the couch, bare legs crossed; my baby sister hungrily sucking on one breast, while her tiny fingers reached for the other. Too many times I thought to myself that I wished it was me reaching out like that. To just touch it for a fleeting second with one finger would be enough to last a life time.
It was during one of these daydreams, me sitting at the dining room table trying to keep my mind on studying, that my life would change.
Mom was talking to Vicki and rocking her to sleep. She had already switched from her left breast to her right. She was wearing shorts, and her legs looked so smooth. Her toes were painted a dark pink, and I was watching her moving her one foot to and fro to aid her in the rocking when I heard what she was saying.
“You are so hungry today aren’t you Baby?” She was talking to my sister of course. “My little piggy, yes you are!” She glanced my way and smiled before turning her attention back to her. “Just like your big brother. Always hungry for Mommy.”
I froze and looked at her face, but she was not looking at me, only at the baby.
“That’s a good girl. Drink all Mommy’s milk and go to sleep, Baby.”
My head was literally pounding. I tried not to think about what she had said, but it was enough to fuel a million late night fantasies. I felt so disgusting. Wanting my mother. But wanting to do what with my mother? I had not thought about sex, just simply being with her. Holding her. Kissing her. Sucking on her nip…. No! I had to stop myself.
“Darling, would you mind getting me a paper towel, please?”
I looked at her and saw her hand wiping at the thin drops of milk that were leaking from her exposed nipple. I stared a few moments too long and when I came to my senses found Mom staring right into me with a huge grin on her face. I blushed and immediately went into the kitchen. It took me a few seconds to get my bearing and remember why I had gotten up and then I found the paper towels, grabbing the whole roll and bringing it to her.
Mom laughed when she looked up to see me standing there handing her the whole roll. She looked at Vicki who looked almost drunk and nearly asleep and said, “Your big brother thinks Mommy made a big mess, doesn’t he? Yes he does.” She looked up at me and smiled. “I only need one, Sweetie.”
Hands shaking I ripped the first towel to shreds and cursed under my breath for being stupid.
“It’s OK, Baby. There are plenty more where that came from,” Mom said.
That was when I felt it. Mom’s foot was pressing against the inside of my leg, just below the knee as I was standing in front of her. I quickly tore off another paper towel and waited as she wiped her fingers and then her bare breast. Another drop formed as she roughly ran the paper towel up and across the nipple. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to move from in front of her, and as her foot pressed against my leg harder, I wondered if I was misreading things; that she was just using my leg to keep balance and not wake my sister.
Mom saw the drop of milk, went back to wipe that one, and then another formed in its place. She sighed, almost sounding exasperated, but I could see she was in a good mood.
“Well, we’ll be here forever at this rate.”
She looked up at me and grinned, then handed me the damp paper towel all crumbled up.
“Thank you, Baby,” she said with a wink. She slid her foot along my leg again and then away, signaling that she was letting me go now.
I walked away on wobbly knees. The smell of her right there, the sight of her rubbing her breast like that, and the feel of her foot was overwhelming my senses. I quietly returned to the table after putting the roll away and the towel in the trash, but it was no use. I couldn’t concentrate. I could see Mom rocking her leg again, pointing her foot and then relaxing it again and again. I started to gather my books to head back to my room, disgusted that I was looking at her like a woman and not my Mom.
“Baby? I need to put Vicki down. Can you help me?”
I stopped what I was doing and went over to my mom. It was very, very awkward reaching down to take my sister and seeing Mom’s breasts, both of them, completely exposed. I couldn’t help but touch the one with my arm as I took the baby. Her nipple traced along my wrist and I could feel it leave a slick trail.
I carried Vicki into her room, which was across from my parents’; Mom came around me and took her, not trusting me to put her in the crib without waking her I guess. The two of us stood there watching her sleep for a minute. I felt Mom run her fingers through my hair in the back as she looked at Vicki.
“Sure is hard to believe she’ll be all grown up just like you some day. You’re always going to me Baby Boy though, aren’t you?” She poked me in the ribs when she saw me blush again. I looked over at her and my eyes gravitated toward the two wet spots on her shirt. She saw what I was looking at and smiled.
“Suppose I need to do something about this. Come and keep your Mommy company for a few minutes.”
I nervously followed her into their room. She was going through her dresser looking for something. She ultimately pulled out a little t-shirt and held it up, judging its size or appearance or something. I sat on the bed and watched her from behind, waiting patiently for whatever she wanted to talk about. She started to ask me about school and as I talked about nothing in general, Mom proceeded to remove her wet shirt and tossed it in the hamper in the corner. I could see the sides of her large breasts hanging in front of her. I was mesmerized by her bare back, noticing the ridges along her spine and the dimple right above where her shorts started. She told me later that she watched me in the mirror as I took in every inch as fast as I could. Mom said it excited her more than just about anything she could have imagined.
By the time Mom came and sat down next to me on the bed, I was already getting hard. My body was reacting to just being in the same room with her, and I felt so ashamed. I tried not to look at her as she tied her hair back with a scrunchy and tucked her legs underneath of her; her knees pressing into my side and back.
I couldn’t think of anything to say at that point. I just sat there with my hands on my knees waiting, for what I wasn’t sure. I felt like I was struck by lightening when I felt her chin on my shoulder and her arm wrap around me from behind. Her breath was hot in my ear as she turned and lifted her face slightly.
“Tell me something, Sweetie,” she said. “And be honest.”
I said OK.
“You like watching me… don’t you?” she whispered. When I didn’t say anything she reached up and turned my face towards her and backed up to look in me in the eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s alright to look. You’re curious, I know that.”
“It’s… it’s not like that, Mom.” I responded in a weak voice. I turned my face away but she turned it back toward her again.
“Tell me then. Tell me what it’s like. You want to be my Baby Boy again, don’t you?” She saw the look on my face. I tried to keep from smiling, but the thought of being a baby and getting to be just like Vicki was too much.
Mom smiled and touched the tip of her nose to mine. “You will always be my Baby too. You know that. Don’t you?” She arched her eyebrows and watched for my response. She looked so cute and so hot at that moment. This could not be my Mom I was looking at could it? I suddenly felt so confused.
“Plus,” she started, “There is plenty of Mommy to go around.”
With that, she leaned back and repositioned her head on the pillow, her legs stretched out behind me, and she slowly pushed her shirt above her breasts. She was smiling and breathing heavily, watching and waiting for my reaction. All it took was one touch of her fingers on my arm and I couldn’t stand it. I slowly went to her.
I remember kneeling between her legs, sitting back and looking down at her breasts, both of which looked full even after the Vicki’s feeding. But what did I know about if breasts were full or not? They were the most incredible thing I had ever seen though. Those bright blue veins were much more prominent close up, and I could make out every little detail on each of her swollen globes. I felt my mouth actually watering. Watering for a taste of my mother’s breasts; for her milk maybe. I had the urge to just bury my face between them and never come up for air. This was all new to me too, as I had always been more attracted to legs than breasts. Why now, why this?
Mom saw me hesitating, as I was still not sure I should do this. So without saying a word she reached for both of my arms and pulled herself to a sitting position in front of me. Never breaking eye contact, she moved her face as close to mine without touching and then placed my hands on each of her breasts. I was shaking and as I ran my palms around, feeling their weight in my hands, Mom let out what could only be described as a contented sigh; as if she had been holding her breath for the last few seconds.
I was looking down at her beautiful swollen breasts heavy in my hands when I felt her fingers lifting my chin. She placed a hand on either side of my face and kissed me. It was gently for about three seconds and then I guess nature just took over.
One thing I knew from the girls I had made out with is that I was a good kisser. There were a couple that went to the movies with me more than a few times just because their friend told them I was good at that. With those two girls we didn’t do anything else but kiss the whole time, as they both had boyfriends. It disappointed me because I had wanted a girlfriend to want me for more than just kissing and making out.
Mom made me forget all about anyone else though. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t stop from kissing her. Every time she would move her mouth away to catch a breath of air, I crushed my mouth against hers even harder. At some point she pulled me down on top of her as we kissed. Her shirt had come back down to cover her, but even then I could feel a slight warm, wetness on my chest.
I kissed Mom all over her face, her neck, her collarbone, returning to her tiny mouth every few seconds before she could catch her breath. Was I so excited because she was the most incredible kisser I had ever experienced, or was it because my mind kept coming back to the fact that this was my mother that was kissing me back like this?
By the time I started to move down to her chest, Mom was breathing heavily and writhing around on the bed beneath me. She sat up for the briefest of moments and yanked her shirt off. I did the same to mine, tossing it to the floor. The look on Mom’s face when she took in my chest and abs was to die for! I felt so confident all of a sudden. I didn’t give her a chance to touch me though, as I immediately attacked her breasts, settling down, halfway on her body and half between her legs, allowing me access to both of her mouth-watering “babies” as she called them.
She smelled better than anything I could have imagined and inhaled deeply on the inside and underneath each one before covering her left one with my mouth. Mom arched into me, and I could see her lifting her head and watching me as I started to suck, gently at first, but rapidly becoming overcome with my need for her. The milk was thin and a little bit salty. Oddly, it left a slightly dry aftertaste in my mouth that made me crave more and more to quench that thirst. I wondered if that was so the baby would want to nurse more? I knew one thing for sure; it made me want to suck on Mom’s babies like I was starved!
The milk was flowing freely now; thin streams that when I pushed just right on her nipple with my tongue and sucked with just the right force, the milk would just shoot and spray all the way to the back of my mouth. I quickly found out though that she could give quite a mouthful and if I was not careful, I was forced to stop sucking in order to swallow. I changed my technique, maybe instinctively remembering how to nurse my Mommy. I started to suck and swallow, suck and swallow, not allowing the warm, silky milk to collect in the back of my mouth any more.
Mom was going crazy. She had her hands alternating from the back of my head to the gripping the blanket, to holding on to the headboard behind her.
“Harder, Baby… My Baby! Suck on Mommy!” she said in this husky voice. “You can use your teeth too!” she gasped.
Not so sure of myself at first, I carefully scraped my teeth along her nipple. Mom responded by pulling my head into her and forcing even more of her bumpy areola into my mouth. A little harder this time, my teeth pressed down around the base of her nipple, capturing it and tugging ever so gently. I was rewarded with a gigantic squirt of thick milk as I squeezed and pumped her breast with my hand and sucked and chewed with my teeth.
Mom’s head was thrashing from side to side, stopping every few turns to look down at me, her son, sucking on her flesh with a passion. I moved to her right breast now, the one that my baby sister had just finished with not 30 minutes ago. No hesitation this time, I clamped my mouth down and sucked hard with my teeth, tickling the tip of her nipple with my tongue.
“Aaaaahhhh Jeeeeezzzzzz!!” she cried.
I watched the look on Mom’s face as she lifted her chest upward and humped herself against my torso between her legs. Her milk pumped into my mouth repeatedly in thin rapid squirts. She continued her humping motions for the next couple of minutes, gripping my hair with her hands and looking down at me with a heavy-lidded expression. She finally calmed down and traced her fingers over my forehead and around my ears.
“I’m so sensitive, Baby. You are making Mommy feel so good!”
I couldn’t help but smile. I felt the burning in my cheeks, but I was no longer embarrassed, simply excited that I could make my mom feel that good.
“You’re Mommy’s bad boy aren’t you?” she said with a giggle.
I looked up at her confused. I am sure my face was asking the question going through my mind, why was I bad?
She laughed again and pulled my face up to kiss her. Her nails on the back of my cheeks, holding me in place as her lips approached mine was incredible.
“Mommy’s Bad Boy! Cause you made me cum!”
I thought she had but I how could I have been certain? I had made girls come before, but never just from sucking on their nipples. My thoughts could not stay focused though as Mom had her tongue deep inside my mouth at the moment. We kissed like that for a minute before she lay back with a contented look on her face.
I watched, mesmerized, as her fingers slowly pushed her shorts and panties down. She lifted her legs and pulled them off, tossing them beside the bed. Mom was beautiful. I had always loved the sight of a woman down there, ever since the first time I had seen my first porn. It was so erotic to just look at a woman there.
Mom was not smiling anymore. She had this intense look on her face, head pushed back in the pillow, looking at me from half closed eyes. Her manicured nails were tracing slow circles around her big breasts, down her soft stomach, avoiding the well trimmed patch between her legs, but getting oh so close.
“There are other places that my Baby Boy can suck… if he wants,” her voice trailed off. She bit her lower lip and breathed heavily as if she were actually afraid I would reject her offer!
“You are so beautiful, Mom,” I whispered, letting my eyes roam all over her body.
She shook her head and started to blush. “No I’m not,” she whispered back.
“My God! Yes you are!” I shook my head in wonder at the beautiful female form spread out in front of me. This was my mother, the one woman that I was taught I should never see like this under any circumstance. Yet here she was; in all her glory.
I could smell Mom even from my sitting position between her legs. Unlike most of the guys at school, I loved going down a girl. As long as they were clean it was the most incredible experience imaginable, seeing her come like that.
I got down between Mom’s legs and inhaled her scent. I could see how wet she was already, maybe from her orgasm. I kissed the insides of her legs, from her calves to her thighs. They were so smooth. I wanted to make my mom feel good again. The thought of it then and even now as I write this made me so hard.
Mom’s eyes were glued to my progress, anticipating the first touch of her only son’s tongue against her sensitive flesh. And sensitive it was. She arched her back high and cried out as I started kissing and licking between her legs.
I lifted her legs up and placed my hands behind her knees, holding them spread and completely exposed for me. She tasted like heaven. I couldn’t believe that I was actually eating my own mother’s pussy in my parents’ bed. I felt more ravenous with every moan that escaped from her lips. I feasted on Mom’s pussy; licking and sucking and nibbling on her clit; thrusting my tongue inside her as deep as I could. This went on for minutes, I can not say how long. I was too involved in eating her to pay attention.
I watched her. Mom was holding both fists in the air, grasping onto nothing and shaking slightly; her eyes were clenched shut, her lips parted, her nostrils were flaring as she worked herself toward another climax. All the while I could not take my eyes away from her face. I wanted my Mom to come inside my mouth, to cause her juices to flow as freely as her milk had just minutes ago.
How can anyone fully understand the feeling of being tongue deep inside their beautiful mother’s pussy, unless they too had experienced it? All I know is that seeing Mom like that satisfied me almost more than coming myself. There is nothing better than seeing your mother, tasting your mother, as she reaches that point of no return.
Mom was almost crying as she came this time. The other girls simply moaned and giggled, or pushed me away until they recovered, but not Mom. She had experienced a full body orgasm she told me later.
Her hands went to the back of my head and she literally fucked my face as she flooded my mouth with her juices. I was literally able to drink what she gave me. It was amazing, it was incredible; it was beyond my wildest dreams. But from that point on, it only got better.
I let Mom’s legs relax back down onto the bed and just stroked her thighs as she came down from her climax. She started to get this huge smile on her face, eyes still closed, her chest still heaving. She looked so hot!
“Mmmmm,” she sighed.
She reached down and traced my jaw-line with her nails and looked into my eyes. She suddenly go this intense look on her face and lifted up on one elbow, grabbing the top of my hair with her other hand and pulling me up and away from between her legs.
“And just where did you learn to do that?” For a second I thought she was truly upset and I could hardly reply. Not that I could have brought myself to tell her about those girls anyway!
“It … must have been instinctive,” I blurted out.
“Hmm. Like hell it was.” Mom released my hair and sat up, framing my face in her hands again. “We’ll talk about who you’ve been practicing on LATER, young man. Right now, Mommy needs you to finish what you started.”
She kissed me long and hard, taking MY breath away this time, before pushing me away from her. I watched as Mom got onto her hands and knees, facing the headboard, and tilted her ass in my direction.
“Show me how much you love your Momma … SON.”
I groaned audibly not only at her nasty words, but at the sight before me. I had never done a girl from behind, and was not even sure how to make it all work. I quickly got out of my jeans and shorts and nervously climbed back on the bed, right behind her. Mom spread her legs further to allow my own legs to get in between them, and she watched me over her shoulder.
My cock seemed huge, larger than even before. I was suddenly scared to death that my eight inches would not be enough to satisfy a woman like her. If Dad was much bigger, or she was expecting more than what I had, it would be a nightmare! I would never be able to face her again!
I moved closer and held my cock behind her, not knowing exactly where to find her pussy in this position. My heart was pounding in my ears, getting more nervous by the second, afraid that I would go soft even if I messed this up.
I inhaled sharply when I felt Mom’s fingers reaching back between her legs and grabbing me. She pulled me that last fraction of inch until the tip of my cock was against her, and then just like that, she had my head inside.
“My God, Baby… I had no idea,” she whispered.
Her head was facing forward and she started to rock backwards onto my cock. I watched with wide eyes as she took one inch, and then another, and then another until I was half way in. She stopped and pressed her face into the pillow.
After a few seconds of rocking against me slightly, Mom turned her face to the side, her eyes still closed.
“Been so long, Baby. You feel so good inside me. So big….” she whimpered.
She lifted back onto her elbows again and tilted her ass up, taking another inch. “Does it feel good, Sweetie? Does Mommy’s pussy feel good to you too?”
“Jesus Christ, Mom,” I gasped. I had my hands on her wide hips now, squeezing her ass and gripping her waist as I watched my own mother pushing back into me.
“You didn’t answer, Baby. Do you like fucking your Momma’s pussy?” She almost hissed her last words, pushing back into me even harder.
“Yes, Mom! It feels incredible!”
“What does, Baby? Tell me what feels good.”
“You do, Mom… you do! All over!”
“You like Mommy’s pussy? You like seeing your mother in front of you like this?”
“Oh my God yes!”
“Say it! Say it for me!” She was moving faster now, looking sideways. I turned and saw what she was looking at. It was us in the dresser along the mirror. She was watching her son fucking her from behind and loving it. So was I. Mom’s heavy, milk-laden breasts were hanging down beneath her, swinging from her short thrusts backward along my cock. I saw how my fingers were digging into her side as I pulled her onto me. I watched as she hooked her feet on top of my calves for leverage.
“Baby! Tell me!”
Looking into her eyes in the mirror I pulled my mother back and thrust forward. As she cried out I said, “I love your pussy, Mom! Love fucking my Mommy’s pussy!”
She let out a long, deep groan and came right then, with the length of my cock hardly even all the way in for the first time. I was amazed and enthralled and so excited that I had made her come. I had satisfied a woman as incredible as my mother and we had just gotten started.
Mom was so tight the deeper I went inside. It amazed me that my little sister had ever been inside there, much less just a few months ago. Then of course the realization that I had once been there too hit me. I was once again stretching my mom’s pussy, only this time it was pure pleasure she would remember instead.
I tried to take it slow, but Mom would have none of it. The harder she came the faster she pushed back into me, until I could feel my heavy sperm-laden balls actually slapping against her underneath. No more words were spoken, only the sounds of her perfect heart shaped ass slamming back against me; our moaning and gasping; and Mom’s pussy making soft, wet, sloppy sounds.
I discovered something that day, while fucking Mom from behind. I take a long time to come in that position. Even as hot as she looked on all fours in front of me and seeing things that no son should ever see: my thick cock entering her over and over; her little wrinkled asshole tightening and relaxing; her glistening white cream coating my shaft; the feel of Mom’s legs and feet pressing down hard on mine; and then the sight of us in the mirror. I was close to coming, but couldn’t get that last bit unless I was prepared to fuck her hard and fast. And I was just not willing to do it. Besides the fact that I loved her coming over and over again and wanting it to last forever, I was afraid I would hurt her, as more than a few times she had cried out and pushed me away for a few seconds with her hand, before allowing me to continue.
I wanted to make love to her; show her that I was a better man than she could hope for. I wanted her to be proud of how she taught me to treat women, and have that experience for her self firsthand. She deserved better than any man could give her, even me.
Mom announced that she was cumming again and she grabbed the blanket once more with both fists and stuffed her face into Dad’s pillow, muffling her loud cry. She came as much as before, and I could feel the wetness flowing out around my cock and against my thighs as I thrust consistently and deliberately into her.
“Oh, Baby…. Please…. Please come for Mommy! I can’t take much more!”
I didn’t want to come that way, so I pulled out, leaving Mom whimpering, and let her fall to her side. She looked up at me with an utterly confused expression, almost like she couldn’t remember where she was. She saw me holding my cock as I rolled her onto her back and she wantonly spread her arms and legs, waiting for me once more.
I slid right in as I crushed the full length of my body down onto hers. Mom wrapped her legs and arms around me and started kissing me, her tongue matching my cock’s thrusting inside her. I knew this was how I wanted it, how I always would want to finish it; my cock inside my mommy’s pussy, feeling her coming all over me and kissing me and holding me safe in her arms.
Reaching back with both hands I felt the smoothness of her slender legs again, wrapped so tight around my waist. Mom’s hands gripped my shoulders from around my back and her teeth sunk into my neck as she came again. She released me and I found her left breast inches from my mouth. I angled myself and started sucking and chewing again. Her sweet sweat just made the taste of her milk even more incredible.
I felt a flash of new sudden warmth and wetness, and she began thrashing beneath me. It made me come at last.
It was the longest most intense orgasm I had experienced in my young life. People always say they can feel a woman’s pussy pump and grab them as they come. I couldn’t feel that. I was so hard for my Mom and she was so wet and hot that I honestly felt like I had a steel rod and was dipping it into hot silk. My load of hot cum just intensified the effect.
The two of us ground our hips together for minutes afterward, just kissing and holding each other. Both of us continued to shudder ever little while as we recovered from our passion.
We could both feel the sloppy mess that was between our legs and forming a large puddle on the comforter. Mom looked into my eyes and grinned again, sliding her hands all over my sweaty back and down to my butt.
“You were saving it up for Mommy, weren’t you?”
I bashfully averted her eyes and grinned, not knowing what to say.
“I thought so, you naughty boy!'” She kissed me again and ruffled my hair with here fingers. “Well you know what … No matter what you do to me … you are always going to be my Baby Boy!”
