I built up a rhythmic frenzy humping my meat into my hand. As I felt myself about to cum, I humped louder until my hard penis erupted spurting over my belly into my face.
My mind felt it all while imagining the smell of my mother’s just relieved vagina.
The house was quiet now. I thought about what had just happened. I wondered if I had crossed a line. I was worried…
I lay awake pondering the excess of my response to hearing her masturbate. It was so hot yet was it right for me to respond to her moans? Time went by and I heard my mother snoring and I knew she had relaxed. This gave me to believe that there would be more of these events soon. It’s what I wanted to believe, for now. I felt content and fell asleep….
The next morning, Mother was up earlier than usual. I opened my eyes from a depraved dream of fucking a woman I had seen in one of my magazines.
I was eating her out and fucking her on a pile of rotting fish.
I heard my mother getting ready to go and began to get myself together for a day at school. As I came down to the kitchen, my mother was on her way out but stopped to give me a smile and kiss. Not unusual but the kiss was, shall we say, sexier than the typical “mom” kiss. I was tweaked but kept cool as though I had noticed nothing.
Once I heard her car pull out of the garage, I quickly finished my cereal and rushed up to check her bedroom for any “souvenirs” of our separate romantic encounter. Indeed, on top of a folded towel on her freshly made bed was a balled-up pair of damp black panties.
I opened the mangled wet treasure and took deep whiff. I could only imagine that she had soaked these gems in the fluid of her arousal last night. The smell was suggestive of the sounds I had heard her make. I needed to relieve myself now just a few minutes before I should be out the door.
Undoing my belt, my pants dropped to the floor and I pulled back the covers of the neatly made bed while bringing my face in contact with her sheets. The scent of her bedsheets was unmistakably of my mother and combined with the panties a smell that
would have me distracted all day. I lay on her bed and began a quick jerk lathering my palm with saliva then grabbing my dick.
I stroked hard and in two or three minutes shot cum into my mother’s damp panties.
Time to get to school! But first I quickly made up her bed leaving the panties underneath
the covers. “I hope she gets a kick out of them!” I said to myself.
School went well that day, although I was distracted by thoughts of my mother moaning in the dark as well as the odor left in my nose after deeply inhaling her damp panties that morning. I got through the day but felt a bit reluctant to go home even after receiving a text from my mother telling me dinner would be ready at seven.
My thoughts were insecure feelings of how I would face my mother. Would she scold me for making noise last night? Would she come on to me like a bitch in heat?
Would she make opaque remarks about the sexuality of men or the modesty of women? What trial might I have to endure? I decided that I would do my best to act as though nothing had happened. I would hold myself together.
I entered the kitchen and there was a flurry of activity. Mother was busy chopping vegetables and pointed to an uncooked New York strip steak that she told me to cook.
“I’ve already seasoned it Joseppi.”
“Please cook it as you normally do which is how I always like it!”
It’s true, we would make this dinner every few weeks and it was always satisfying.
As we ate dinner, mother reminded me that next week, Sunday would be the anniversary of my father’s passing. I remained silent other than offering my condolences as I knew that every year this day was deeply mournful for her. She always wore a vale even when if she had to go to the office. Being Sunday, she would no doubt wear her “Mourning Dress” that had been especially made for her by Pierre de Cadeau in Paris.
The dress is black with a subtle sheen of violet and made from a fabric woven from the best silk and linen. She had a thing couture and, in particular, for Pierre’s designs. In my recent sexually aroused state of mind, I was especially interested to see her in this outfit which always draped her so well.
In the meantime, there was a week to get through combined with my uncertainty about how to act around my mother.
That evening as I was getting ready for bed mother called to me asking me into her room. I walked in but remained near the entrance as she spoke from within her bathroom. She recited stuff she had to do tomorrow including an appointment with her tailor to replace some fabric on the veil she would be wearing on Sunday. I continued to stand calmly while I listened and tried to respond thoughtfully. I glanced over at her bed to see that the sheets had been turned down and the panties I had placed there earlier were gone.
Mother came out of her bathroom naked from the waist down but still wearing her blouse. She continued speaking nonchalantly about her plans for the week and asked me if I had any thoughts about what I would wear on Sunday. I fumbled a bit and considered my black suit.
“No, no, Joseppi. That will be too dark. I know you’re mourning too but deference should always be given to the widow and your mother.”
“I want you to wear your gray suit with a black tie. You’ll look excellent to accompany me while I’ll hold your arm.”
As she was saying this, I used all my will power not to look at her pussy and naked hips. I tried as much as possible to look her directly in the eye. It’s the best I could do although I couldn’t help taking quick looks at those pussy lips that jutted out from between mother’s legs.
“Fuck, what is she trying to do to me.” I thought.
The week continued.
After we had both turned in on Thursday evening, I heard her rhythmic moaning coming through the walls punctuated with halting grunts. My hand squeezed at my dick. Mother’s sounds were as though from some animal taking her pleasure in the glade of a jungle.
I imagined her with her ass pushed up while being fucked from behind by serpent headed Minotaur with a giant cock organ. Mother grunted and screamed as the organ rammed her fashionable ass and took its pleasure in her overheated, smelly cunt. She whimpered as the organ withdrew to be replaced with the muzzle of the beast that had seduced her. Its snout probed the fissure of her ass while its snake like tongue slithered into her cunt so inviting and needy.
Mother was beside herself as she lost control to the ministrations of the jungle beast. She moaned and grunted in a way I could never have imagined. In the heat of this scene, I stroked my rock-hard prick quickly. The Minotaur fucked mother hard giving her no relief from the continuous orgasm she felt on the g-spot deep inside her pussy.
She screamed and I screamed with her as I let my cum fly from the tip of my penis. Mother didn’t stop but continued deeply moaning for some time until silence…..
In that moment, I didn’t think too much but just relaxed and fell asleep.
Mother had told me that we would have a special dinner on the eve of the anniversary of my father’s passing. She would prepare a special dinner in his honor as well as a prelude to a rite of passage for herself. I didn’t consider what she may have meant by a “rite of passage”.
On the day of the dinner, she worked in the kitchen all afternoon and didn’t want any help and almost no assistance from me other than sudden demands to go get this or that from the store as well as to set the dining room table and arrange flowers from the garden as a center piece. She was very focused and asked that I stay out of the kitchen. It all smelled very good.
As dinner time got near, I could smell all sorts of spicy sensations including Italian sausage as well as a spicy sauce she usually used with fish. What a mysterious combination! I couldn’t wait to find out!
I was invited into the dining room to carry our plated food. The first plate I took was to be mother’s plate. On it, a long thick Italian sausage with two large beets at one end of it covered in sprouts. At the other end, it was partially sliced in just a few close sections. Oozing out between each section was a yogurt sauce with fennel. A nice combination to cool the heat of a very spicy sausage.
The next plate would be mine. On it, was a salmon steak in a darne cut. In the pussy shaped cavity of the cut was a cream sauce with chives to bring out the flavor of the fish. Asparagus accompanied the meat. Looking at and smelling my entree, brought me back to thoughts of my mother’s pussy. My thoughts were digressing and I felt I had to bring myself back to a serious standard.
Mother will drink 2007 Gaja Barbaresco. The fruity raspberry notes will offer a sweet counterpoint to the Italian spice of her sausage and beets. I will drink
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