“Gods, Mom, this feels incredible!”
“Shut up!” She barked. I looked past her left should and saw her face scrunched up. Not in pain, I think she was concentrating on the sensation of a truly big prick withdrawing from her ass. My probe felt a shudder deep in her loins. Another little quake had lurched along her pussy’s fault lines. I couldn’t believe orgasms could be triggered so simply.
When just the tip of my cock remained in her butt, I scooped up more jelly and stroked it over my cock. Motes of poo dotted my prick. My stomach got queasy, but nothing would prevent me from pushing more lube between the pliable prick head and her anus. I stuffed at least another tablespoon of goo at the front of my intruding prong, without pulling out entirely.
Then I grabbed Mom’s hips again and gradually re-sank my full prick up her rear end. She filled that span of time with full hearted groans and moans. I added a few myself to the music in the room, as I pressed deeper and deeper along her much slicker anal passage. Before I bottomed out for a second time, Mom’s body jerked from yet another, slightly better orgasm. I was so jealous. I had to do math problem in my head to prevent flooding her anus with cum!
Sticking to a slow pace, I began fucking my mother’s incredibly tight and hot ass.
“Awwhh, yes, fuck it, Craig. Fuck my ass.” Mom blabbered as if she’d lost control of her brain’s speech center.
I was struck speechless, except for astonished honks, as I gently rode nearly eight inches of fat cock to the brink of pulling out of my mother’s butthole with each backstroke. My brain asked, Why, WHY? What had happened to make this powerful woman offer her ass to the nasty, greedy son she had born into the world? My brain asked but had no functional cells which could deduce a reason.
Meanwhile, Mom’s little orgasms occurred more frequently, and they were getting stronger. My rutting prick made a terrific, flesh buried seismometer. “Oh sheesh, Mom, what am I doing to you?” It seemed impossible for a person to shudder with delight so often!
“Don’t stop, Honey! It’s incredible!” She goaded me. Her hands clenched and clawed at the bedspread.
I didn’t need goading! I needed to take a break to prevent my willpower from shattering from the rising tide of my arousal. Gritting my teeth I stared at the pillow my father used each night beside my mother, possibly after each time he had made love to her. Not shame, but guilt culled the erotic forces conspiring to climax in the next few seconds. I held on to reason. I clenched Mom’s hips and increased speed. My hug dick looked like it was being swallowed and vomited by a fat faced lamprey. Its tight, greased throat sucked and disgorged most of my prick, in and out, again and again.
At some point, I would have to face my father and future tussles with his wife. I had entered Mother’s room considering the shame that he might endure but I allowed my lust to think instead of my heart. That wicked part of me was finally seeing fruit on the tree of my scheme to take complete advantage of my mother’s and sister’s fetish. What eighteen year old could resist when the star of my loins and the foibles of their desires were so seductively aligned? It may not have been fate, but I was too inexperienced to do them and my father any better.
“Ohhhhh, Fuck, it’s filling me like a watermelon!” Every sixth of Mother’s grunts and moans were accented by another tiny orgasm. I had begun counting, to stay my own climax. Our humping and recoiling bodies shook the bed wildly! Her tits wagged loosely, nipples nearly scraping the bed cover. I wanted to grab them and squeeze them and suck their sensitive knobs so dark and rubbery. But my cock demanded more from me.
I became a timepiece, fucking in and out of my mother’s dirt hole to tick every second away. Ten, nine, eight,…
“Harder, Honey. I can take it- ULP! … I think.”
Her breathy words and grinding hips wound up my piece until it broke into double time! My crotch pounded her ass! The lube between us thinned from our friction. Pain along my plunging staff grew hotter. “I’m FUCKING YOU, MOM!” I roared!
“Ow-ow-ow – OWW!!” She too was aching from her slowly drying anus!
…five, four, three-
“Slam it- OWWW, slam it, Baby! RRGGHHH!!!” Her suffering roared back at me. “Almost-”
Zero.
“AWWHHH-GODS-DAMN-FUCK-MOOOOMMMM!!!!” I howled, plunging deepest into her sore depths.
“TERRRIEEEE!!!” Mother screamed my father’s name!
Cannonballs would have flown slower than my projectiles of thick cum. My epididymus rapid fired half a dozen fertile rounds into my mother’s excretory passage, dooming all of them to horrid death. A creamy torrent tried to follow up that first barrage when Mom’s anus abruptly clamped down around my thick intruder, shutting my urethra down tight!
Like a bear trap around my third leg, Mother’s orgasmic thrashes shook me nearly off of my knees! I held on to her wide, soft hips with all my might as her ass tried to bite off my aching prick! “OWW, MOOM!! OWW!!!”
“UNBELIEVABLE!” She rambled like Tourette’s victim! “FUCKING INCREDIBLE!” While her ass bit my embedded shaft and convulsed! “GODS DAMN IT BIG!!! UNNGGHH!!!”
Her body’s shudders slowed. “Big big cock. HHHHGGHHHH!!!” She blasted a held breath. Aftershocks came and went as her anus finally relaxed around my prick whereupon a gallon of dammed up sperm blasted into her nasty recess.
“OH, YOUR CUM!!” Mom exploded into nonsensical exposition, again. “HOT! SO HOT!” A final, strong climax planted her face into the bedspread. She bit down, muffling further inanities. Sharp grunts followed each of my final spurts of cum.
We slumped down, trying to catch our breaths. My dick was too big to simply plop out of her sore anus. Half it’s length slipped out. The front half continued plugging the last four inches of her colon.
I was dizzy, blinking stars out of my eyes. The room had darkened. I swear I heard my mother’s rapid heartbeat. Actually, my prick felt its pounding not so far from the soft tip.
“Moomma-” I huffed and puffed. “Can we talk – now?”
“No.” She panted. “I should think not.”
I ignored her. “That was insane.”
“Shhh, or I’ll start crying.” She warned.
“You won’t tell me why?”
“Shut up.” Her voice remained weak. “Get out. Go.” She begged, between breaths.
Like a good little boy, who had been soundly punished by his mommy, I pulled away. Four fat inches of prick meat dragged out of her ass. I winced but clawed my way to the edge of the bed. There I nearly fell off. One leg catching the floor before the other disembarked. My naked butt sank to the carpet, but I quickly staggered to my feet and stumbled out of my parents’ bedroom. The sound of Mother weeping was so soft I wished I had imagined it.
In the hall bathroom, I cleaned myself. As I crossed the hall to my bedroom, I heard water running in their bathroom. “Fuck.” I stared at their shut door. Left my damn clothes behind. I returned to the hall bath and showered. Then I donned fresh duds in my room.
A loud knock preceded the door opening several inches, and a wad of clothes flew through the gap. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Mom more than hinted.
I gave her a minute before exiting my room and meeting her there. She was dicing carrots.
“Can I help?”
“You did plenty already.” She sounded incomprehensibly grateful.
“Were you crying?”
“Yes. But that’s my business.”
“Yeah, right.” I stood beside the dining table. “Don’t shut me out.” I stood up for myself. “I may not be crying, but I’m so confused, I should be in tears.”
She set down the knife and a two inch, deep orange remnant. Mom set her eyes on me, tried but failed to speak, shifted on her feet, and then said, “I’ll be able to discuss the matter, later. Just know, now, that neither of us deserve any shame or blame.
“But Dad-”
Anger flared in her voice. “That’s all for now!” Her lips trembled.
Before I could defy her decree, the front door opened. “Hey, y-all, Baby Girl needs some hugs.” Nell ambled into the kitchen, hauling a book/computer bag slung across her shoulders.
“Shitty day or period?” Mom surprised me by sounding normal.
“Which will give me the most hugs?” Big Sis sounded almost depressed. I went to her, and we embraced.
She clung to me, jaw on my shoulder. “I don’t hate you.” She whispered.
Mother entered the tangle. “What’s wrong?”
“I just felt out of whack all day.” She confessed. “In a very dark way.”
“Bad blues?”
“Yeah.”
I heard my sister’s sincerity, yet I first thought of myself. “Had I thrown her vibes out of whack this morning? How could that be? All I did was enter her room, wearing a towel. It was clear what I wanted, but I would have respected a refusal. Instead, she had dropped to her knees in the blink of an eyes and attacked the towel like a greedy slut.”
Our hug tightened. Mom gave sympathetic grunts while Nell began snuffling. “Thanks.” I stupidly patted her back, but she didn’t judge it lame. Even blue, Sis wouldn’t let go of an opportunity to put me in my place. Then I remembered asking if the morning’s blowjob had been consensual. She had shaken her head.
What the fuck was happening in my imagined, home harem? If only I could have gone to Father for advice.
To my horror, I began laughing! “Gods no!” I chortled, trying to halt my idiotic response. I pulled away. “Sorry. Seriously I don’t know why I’m laughing!” I begged. I knew. I had, little more than an hour ago, cheated on my father with his wife, via my mother’s ass.
Two pairs of eyes glared at me. “Nell, blame me. Hit me. I’m really sorry you had a rough day.” My throat kept chuckling. “Gods, slit my throat, please!”
Mom turned her head to the knife she had been dicing with.
“You’re fucking weird, Craig.” Nell backed out of our mom’s arms. She blinked. “Sheesh, Little Bro, now I’m angry instead of feeling sorry for myself.”
“Dear?” Mom was confused.
“He snapped me out of it.” Nell explained and stomped up to me. POW! She punched me in the chest! “Fuck you.” It was the happiest sound she’d made since arriving.
“This whole family is psychotic.” Mom was shaking her head.
The three of us pitched in to prepare dinner. None of our various conflicts were forgotten, just put on hold. Empty stomachs can do that when they work together.
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