Lacey got up out of bed, went over to the chair across from the foot of the bed, and sat down. She was still completely naked, and had a pussy full of sperm that was slowing dripping out of the rear of her pussy crack onto the thick chair cushion between her spread-apart thighs.
“Mom, are you ready to show Lacey how it’s done?” I asked my mother.
Mom lay down on her back, spread her legs apart and opened up her arms, letting me know that she wanted to get right down to business and skip the whole foreplay part. And I was perfectly okay with that.
So I knelt between my mother’s not-so-attractive, cellulite-covered thighs, and I teasingly rubbed the head of my dick against the head of Mom’s giant clit, before positioning my dick at the entrance of her vagina, and easing it up into her fuck-hole, with my little sister having an unrestricted view of our two coupled-up genitals.
As I began thrusting away at a steady pace, I could barely believe that I was fucking my own mother’s pussy in front of her own daughter. I assumed Lacey was sitting in the chair across the room and masturbating while she was watching Mom and me fuck.
But then I felt a hand wrap around my balls, and a wrist and forearm pressed up against the crack of my butt-cheeks, just as Lacey’s voice whispered straight into my ear, “You’re one hell of a motherfucker! I want to feel you cum inside Mom’s pussy.”
Then I felt Lacey’s hand move downward to caress and feel the underside of my dick-shaft while I was still humping away at Mom’s pussy. And I realized that my sister wanted to feel my dick pulsate when I finally ejaculated inside of my mother’s vagina.
I also wondered how much crazier things were going to get sex-wise by the time that Lacey and I finally left Mom’s house the day after Christmas to go back to our own lives.
Let’s just say I wasn’t disappointed. I mean, before it was all over, I actually got to watch Lacey and Mom tribbing together. What a trip that was!
About a month of so after I got back home from that wonderful trip to Mom’s house, I got a call from Mom one morning. She told me that I had actually managed to get Lacey pregnant during her stay with us at Mom’s house.
Then Mom went on to tell me, “Gotcha! The truth is you didn’t get Lacey pregnant after all, although God knows, you gave it your best effort. But I’m pretty sure you did get me pregnant!”
And we both broke out laughing over the phone for a few moments, before Mom got serious again, as she said to me, “I miss you, son. I can’t wait until you come back to visit me. I’m just so horny I can’t stand it.
“But I do have a laptop and a Zoom account, you know? So would you please do a video call with me, so that we can masturbate in front of each other. Porn videos just aren’t cutting it for me anymore. It’s your lovely penis that really turns me on. You see how you’ve gotten me spoiled now?”
And I said to Mom, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of your horniness in person when I spend this next weekend with you. Are you okay with me coming for a last-minute, surprise visit? I mean, without it being a holiday, and with us being the only people in the house?”
And Mom said, “Of course I am. I mean, what are you going to do? Rape me?”
“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I plan on doing. But only after you fall asleep,” I replied truthfully.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better son. See you next weekend then.
“Oh, by the way, I haven’t shaved down there since you were here last month, and my pussy’s got dark, stubbly hairs all over it. Would you like to shave my pussy when you get here, so it’ll be nice and smooth for you?”
“It would be my pleasure, Mom. And if you have razor handy, I’ll make sure it’s one of the first things I do when I get there. Sounds like fun. I’ve never shaved a woman’s pussy before.
“And just in case you were wondering–and I know how weird this is going to sound–but it’s not Lacey’s pussy that I fantasize about whenever I’m jacking off. It’s yours. The truth is I’d rather have my dick in your pussy any day of the week.
“The fact that I can’t get you pregnant only means that we can have all the fun we want, without ever having to worry about any of the consequences. And that’s a big turn-on in my book.
“And by the way, speaking of ‘turn-ons,’ thanks for giving me those soiled panties of yours, before I left. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve sniffed the crotch of those damn panties, just thinking about your awesome-looking pussy, and that sexy ‘little dick’ of yours. I can’t wait to suck on it some more.”
“Son, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I’ve been frigging myself with a dildo the whole time that we’ve been on the phone. And I’ve been pretending that this dildo is your dick. I just can’t get that sexy dick of yours out of my mind. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t wait until you get here, so that I can feel the ‘real thing’ inside my pussy again.”
“Mom, I know exactly how you feel,” I said, as I was getting up out of bed to walk over to the dresser. “Mom, forget that Zoom stuff. I’m going to hang up right now and give you a Google Meet video call on your cell phone. That way we can both see each other’s faces, and any other parts of our bodies that we want to put the cameras on.”
“Wow, I didn’t even know that we could do that video call stuff over our cell phones.”
“Well, we can, Mom. So I’m hanging up and calling you back right now. Okay?”
“Okay, son.”
I hung up and called Mom back using the Google Meet app, and we were instantly seeing each other’s faces in our small cell phone screens. I could tell that Mom was lying in bed on her back with her head resting up against the pillows.
“Hi, Mom. Now, turn on your cell phone speaker, so that you we can hear each other without having to keep the phones next to our ears. Were you able to do that?”
“Yes, son. I’ve used that feature before. I prefer not to keep that damn phone right up against the side of my head.”
“I know how you feel, Mom. Are you still masturbating?”
“Oh, heck yes!”
“I need for you to just keep looking at your phone screen, okay? I’m going to show you my dick in a few moments.”
“Sure, son.”
I set my phone down on top of the dresser, pulled open the second drawer from the top, opened up a sealed gallon-size plastic freezer bag to remove my mother’s crumpled-up, soiled, white cotton panties from it, and placed the inside liner of the panty-crotch right up under my nostrils.
I picked up my cell phone, and pointed its camera directly at my bare crotch to show a close-up view of my dick and balls while I was sniffing away at my mother’s pungent, left-over crotch odor like a dog sniffing another dog’s ass.
And as I was standing up in front of the mirror that was mounted on top of my dresser, staring at my own bare genitals in the mirror and sniffing away at Mom’s panty-crotch, I watched my own partially-erect dick as it was growing into a full-blown hard-on, all on its own, without me ever having to touch it with my hands.
“Wow, son. That was great! But how did you give yourself an erection without even touching your dick? You aren’t watching porn videos right now, are you?”
“No, ma’am. That’s just what always happens when I sniff the crotch of your panties for a little while. Just wait a minute, and I’m going to show you something that I think you’ll really like.”
I put the phone back down on top of the dresser so that I could carefully lay out Mom’s soiled panties on top of the dresser, with the inside of the panty-crotch flattened out and facing upward.
The dried yellowish urine and much darker pussy-juice stains were streaked across the previously white-colored crotch lining, from the front to the rear, where you could plainly see the little skid marks that had been left by Mom’s butt-hole rubbing up against the panty material.
Then I picked my cell phone back up and pointed my cell phone camera to show a close-up view of the soiled panty-crotch.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked Mom.
“Yes. That’s the crotch of the dirty panties I gave you. That’s really disgusting!”
“No, it’s not, Mom. It’s a real turn-on for me. And I’m getting ready to show you just how much of a turn-on it is for me.”
Then I placed the head of my dick directly on top of the double-layered cotton crotch-material of the panties, and while holding my cell phone in my left hand with the camera pointed at the head of my dick, I carefully and methodically finger-rubbed back and forth on the underside of my shaft, just behind my dick-head, until I eventually gave myself a frenulum-induced orgasm and gently ejaculated sperm all over the panty-crotch of Mom’s soiled grannie panties.
After my ejaculation ended, I grabbed the shaft of my dick and maneuvered it as I was intentionally using the head of my dick like a living paint brush to spread the freshly-ejaculated sperm all over the panty-crotch liner.
“Hi, Mom. Are you still there,” I asked when I finally moved my cell phone back up in front of my face to see what was showing on the phone. And there was nothing but darkness. I knew that the phone had to be laying on top of Mom’s bed, with the camera face-down. And I could hear Mom crying out and verbally carrying on while she was obviously orgasming her ass off.
After a few minutes, Mom’s face finally appeared back on my phone screen. “Damn it, son! We need to do this kind of video call stuff much more often. That’s all I can say.”
“Well, Mom. You’ll need to get me some more of your soiled panties, because I just ruined the ones you gave me. I mean, it doesn’t turn me on to sniff my own dried-up sperm, or to sniff the crotch of clean panties that have been washed. It’s only your dirty panties that have that magical effect on my nostrils and my dick.”
“Honey, you can take all the soiled panties home with you that you want, when you come visit me this weekend. In fact, I’ll even buy some new ones, wear them for a whole day, and then send them to you in the mail, if that’s what you want me to do. I’m not kidding, son.”
“I know you’re not, Mom. And I’ll definitely take you up on your offer. By the way, would you show me the dildo that you were frigging yourself with just now?”
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