She went back to it and did a good job of blowing her son as her lips stretched around the width of my cock. Then she amazed me; she took me deep into her throat. I didn’t want to think about how she’d learned to do I, but it felt unbelievable. She was taking me so deep, I was able to fuck her mouth. As I felt the cum rising in my balls, I let go of her tit and took a handful of her hair from behind her head. I fucked her mouth until I couldn’t hold it any more. ‘YES…YES…suck it mom…suck my cock…ANNIE…” I shot off the first release as if it came out of a canon and she gagged a little. I think it was the first time I ever made that loud a noise when I came. Of course it was the first time I ever came in my mother’s mouth.
I let go of her hair and stopped thrusting my hips, but mom made up for it by moving in and out on my cock until I finished releasing into her mouth. She then turned her face into the pillow on the couch.
After a moment I caught my breath and I said, “Come on Anne, that wasn’t something you’ve never done before.”
She raised her mouth from the pillow enough to say, “But not with my son… I just let you come in my mouth Bobby!”
I said, “Listen Anne…I know what’ll take your mind off it…” I pushed up her skirt and started pulling down her panties.
She said, “What are you doing bobby?” I answered by positioning her and pushing her legs apart. Before she could object, I went down on her. What a sweet pussy she had. She started moaning, “Oh God…Bobby,” as I licked the wet lips of her vagina. She had the most sensitive clit of any woman I’d been with. It looked large to me when it emerged, swollen, from under the hood. The slightest licking over the tender nub made her writhe and moan. She’d said the word no almost all the time, but when I sucked on her clit she couldn’t help but say, “Yes Bobby, yes…” I took the slick shiny flesh between my lips and sucked on it. A deep moan came from her and she came in my mouth with an intense arching and an extended arm as if she was reaching for the ceiling with her fingers. The long moan continued from the back of her throat and it was animal passion, pure and simple.
I didn’t give her much time to rest before turning her over. She hugged one of the pillows as I mounted her doggy-style. I penetrated her soft warm pussy and she dreamily sounded an unending ‘Mmmm…” as I went in and out of her. I’d had enough experience, but mom’s passion was exciting. I rubbed my thumbs into the firm flesh of her rounded ass cheeks spreading the globes apart; her pink puckered circle turned me on. I put a finger on it and rubbed as I fucked her.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck little Annie in her ass.”
We went back to playing the game. She said “No Bobby please, we can’t do that, it’s too much, I’m still your mother…you’ve gone crazy…how could you want to do that to your mother?
I laughed, “Because you’re the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, and you’ve got a big beautiful ass that needs fucking…doesn’t it mom?
“She said, “No Bobby, no…” I pulled out and grabbed her pussy and started massaging her clit with my fingers. She moaned. My cock was sopping with her juices.
I said, “Say it Anne, say it.”
She said, “Oh God…yes…I need fucking…okay?”
“Tell me your ass needs fucking Anne.”
She was pushing back as I massaged her pussy and her ass opened as she leaned back on her heels. She said, “Yes…what difference does it make now…yes…my pussy needs fucking…my mouth needs fucking…my ass needs fucking…my ass needs fucking…”
As she said it I pushed my cock into her ass and drove it deep. She let out the longest and loudest, “OHHHHhhhhh…” that I’d heard from her since we’d started.
I had only imagined what anal sex would feel like, and I was all wrong. It was so much more intense, so much better. I said, “OH FUCK that’s good…what an ass you have.” I was drilling her with long strokes and the width of my cock opened that tight lane enough for it to hold my cock in a viselike grip. Her pucker had disappeared and only her ass stretched around my cock. I used my hips to drive each stroke between her firm globes. I said, “You love fucking, don’t you Anne?”
She said, “Yes…I love fucking.” She sounded almost out of breath. It wasn’t that warm in the room, but we were both bathed in sweat.
I said, “Even if it’s your own son fucking your ass, you love it, don’t you?”
She pushed back in the same rhythm I was giving it to her and she said, “Yes, yes, yes, bobby…you know I do…oh fuck…yes…Bobby, Bobby…ohhh…” once I got going, I didn’t want to stop and I penetrated her without letup stop until I felt my orgasm approaching.
I said, “I’m going to fill your ass mom…”
She said, “Yes, fill me, do it, do it…”
I squeezed the meaty globes and let out another, “OH FUCK YEAH…” as the hot cream shot out of me. I came deep inside her and my lubricated shaft became a piston as I released all the pent up sperm I had. Her ass was still raised as I finished and I reached for her clit to make her cum. Her channel was tight enough to keep me inside her even after I had come. I stayed inside her as I worked her clit with my palm and fingers. I had come enough to regain control and I teased her and said, “Should I stop?”
She almost whimpered, “No…” It didn’t take long for her to come. I loved the sound of her coming. It sounded hard, and complete, and satisfying. She collapsed and when she did, my cock slipped out of her.
Without saying anything, I got up and got dressed. Mom sat cross-legged, looking at me, with her arms wrapped around a pillow that covered her tits and pussy. I looked at her and she looked so vulnerable. I wasn’t used to seeing her like that. She said, “Bobby, don’t go yet.” I waited. She got up and came to me and put her arms around me. I held her, not sure what to do. She said, “Bobby could you stay a while…can we have some coffee, and talk…and not fight?”
I said, “Okay.”
She said, “Hold me for a minute.” I held her and stroked her smooth back. She was five-nine and always seemed so tall when I was growing up. Now that I was over six feet, and she was barefoot, she seemed like a girl in my arms. I was already getting hard again with her standing naked against me.
She reached down and picked up the check and said, “I don’t want it; I don’t want you to think that…”
I said, “Mom, I know that what happened didn’t have anything to do with the money.” She looked up questioningly. I said, “I do mom. I want you to have it, really. I don’t owe anything and I’m only going to blow the rest of it anyway.” She raised her mouth and kissed me softly without saying anything. The kiss lasted and I ran my hand over the downy curve of her butt. I said, “You really do have a great ass mom.”
She smiled and said, “Let me get dressed and make you that coffee.”
We sat across from each other and I guess we were each looking into a different person’s eyes. Her eyes sparkled and we talked easily, despite what had just transpired between us. It was as if it was an accepted thing and we were going on from there. She said, “Bobby, let’s never fight again.”
I said, “That’s a tall order for us…but we’re both tall…so what the hell, let’s give it a shot.” She grinned and then she said what we both knew was true. “Our lives are never going to be the same, are they Bobby?”
“I guess not mom,” I said. “We have a lot think about, and a lot to talk about…but I’m wiped now.”
There was a quiet moment when enormity of what had happened surrounded us. I got up to go and mom said, “You could stay you know, your room is empty, or…”
I said, “Thanks mom, but I have a lot things to take care of at my apartment, and I start at seven tomorrow…” Actually I didn’t have anything to do at home, but my head was spinning and I wanted to sort things out. And I also wanted to give her time to think.
I got up and kissed her and she said, “Goodnight…sweet Bobby.” I almost didn’t recognize her voice or the light that came from her eyes.
I said, “I’ll call you tomorrow after work; think about all this mom.”
She said, “I will baby.” She kissed me goodnight again.
It had all happened so fast. I didn’t sleep much, wondering where everything would lead. What did she really want from me? Did I want to sleep with her again? My dick was keeping me up as much as anything, so that was a stupid question. But was this going to bring trouble for both of us, and how long would it be before our cat and dog act re-appeared?
I called her the next day and she asked me over. She added, “Just to talk,” but it sounded more like a question than a pronouncement. When I got there she was barefoot, in a tee shirt and shorts. She said, “Do you want a beer, or a Coke, or something to eat?”
I said, “No thanks. How about if we talk for a while and then go for pizza?”
She said “Great! Yeah great…”
We sat on the couch and she said, “So what do you think about all this?”
I said, “I’m not sure…”
Mom asked me, “Are you sorry?”
I gave her an ‘Are you crazy,’ look, and said, “No way.”
She said, “I’m glad. Right from the first, when I realized what we were about to do, I thought, ‘this isn’t what people think should happen between a mother and son’, but I knew you wanted me, and I wanted you…”
“I know mom,” I said. “People can think whatever they want.”
She didn’t look at me when she said, “It was good Bobby.” She didn’t have to tell me what she was talking about.
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