Arriving at Stacey’s, I had a massive hardon. I was extremely hard. My mind raced over Mom, hearing her voice as she asked me to fuck her. Stacey was out the door of her house, heading for my car. Jumping in, she slid across the seat, leaned to kiss me. As she leaned, she reached and grabbed my crotch. “Jesus,” she whispered. “Are you thinking about me?” she queried. She pumped my shaft through my jeans. “We have time,” she stated, staring into my face. “Let’s go!” Just as quickly as she had got in, she was out and headed for the kitchen door. Turning to me she yelled “Come on!”
I did not waste a second. I ran up the steps, threw open the kitchen door. Stacey was standing, her feet apart, her ass buck naked by the kitchen counter. Bent over, grabbing her ankles, she wiggled her ass back and forth. “Fuck me!” she whispered. I opened my jeans, dropped them and my briefs to the floor. I reached out to her, my thumb instinctively parted her lips, my fingers spreading downwards over her clit. I pushed my thumb deep into her cunt. Stacey braced herself, thrust her hips back toward me. I hammered her pussy with several thrusts. Her wetness flooded out her hole. I wiped my thumb across my cock. Grabbing it, I saddled up to her ass, sliding my cock up and down her wet slit. I reamed her hole with his head. I pushed forward. My cock popped through. I stopped to feel her softness, her body melded around my cock. She pushed back slowly, forcing more cock to disappear into her cunt. “Yes baby,” she grunted.
I closed my eyes. I grabbed each hip bone, pulling her willing body back against me. I ground inches into her body. Opening my eyes, I watched our bodies. I love to watch a cunt grasp my cock, the lips stretching to hold me deep. I felt her muscles sucking my cock. I pushed her off me slowly, watching her hips tilt, her cunt lips extending, reaching hard, sucking my cock back into her body. I thrust forward hard, driving my cock balls deep into her wet cunt. I ground my hips hard against her ass. Leaning my torso back, extending my arms, I grabbed her hip bones. I pulled myself deep. It would not be long. I thrust into her with a vengeance. I thrust, retreated, thrust, and started pounding her body, sliding each inch of my cock in and out of her pussy. My hips slapped against her ass, the sound filling the room. My balls bounced off her clit. Stacey reached between her legs, her fingers frigging her clit. With each thrust, Stacey would groan, grunt, and wiggle her hips. Her cunt milked me, her muscles grabbing, massaging my cock. Several minutes passed. I slammed her, pounding her cunt for all I was worth. Stacey could barely breathe. Her fingers danced over her clit. She would grab my balls, massage them over her clit as well as I ground cock deeper into her cunt. Stacey’s fingers did the trick on her clit. Her body started twitching as her orgasm overtook her lithe body.
“Fuck me Jeb,” she grunted. “Cum for me!” she screamed.
I slammed her hard. My balls contracted, my nuts expanded several times. Each time, my balls loaded my cock with cum. Tensing, my balls exploded. I pulled my self deep into Stacey’s body, filling her with my cock. Grinding deep, I felt each spurt of cum exploding out of my balls, squeezing up my cock, and spitting out into her cunt. We stopped movement as my cock spit forth cum. Spurt after spurt filled her. Closing my eyes, I pictured my Mom on my cock. “Stacey,” I grunted. I shivered with the last pangs of my orgasm. I ground my cock deep again. Stacey groaned deeply with me. My cock began deflating. Stacey spun around, leaned to my cock, and sucked it deep into her mouth and throat with a single gulp. I caressed her face and hair. She sucked me, cleaning me. Her hands tugged on my balls. “You are the best,” I whispered, stroking her face gently.
Wiping her lips, Stacey stood. “We gotta get going,” she said. “Don’t want to be late for school!” We dressed quickly. Within minutes, we were at school.
The day passed. Several times, I caught myself visualizing my Mom, hearing her words again. Each time in my mind, I ended up sinking my rigid cock into her wet pussy. Each time, I would fuck her senseless. I visualized each time we tried different positions. I pictured her bent over the couch, her ass spread for me to get her wet cunt. I pictured my thumb popping her ass, hearing her grunt, hearing her breathing become ragged. I pictured her body in the throes of orgasm. I pictured her sucking my cock, her lips mashed against my pubs. I had a perpetual hardon all day. I was embarrassed that I might be caught. Stacey was great though. We had lunch off campus, and she blew me for lunch. I love her ability to swallow my entire load. I returned the favor, flicking her clit to achieve orgasm. We both walked softly after lunch with big smiles on our faces. It did not take long to get horny again.
The school day ended, and it was time for me to be off to football practice. Several times during practice, the Coach asked where my head was. “Get your head in the game,” he yelled. I was lost in thoughts of my Mom, wondering how she would answer my questions from this morning. Practice drug slowly. Finally, it was over.
Changing quickly, I threw a t-shirt and shorts on, expecting to shower at home. I cut short all discussions with my friends, and headed home. I arrived just after Mom. Her evening cook was now at the restaurant for the evening. She had the rest of the day to family. It had always been important to her to be home in the evenings as I was growing up. She helped with homework, and added a home stability environment that many households lack.
“Hey Mom,” I said as I entered. “How did you day go?” I asked.
“Rather blankly,” she replied. “I could not think of anything but you today son,” she continued. “We need to talk,” she finished.
“I need a shower Mom,” I yelled as I headed up the stairs. Fuck, I could hear the tone of her voice. Some societal bullshit was coming. Some discussion of morality, some thoughts of incest, how wrong this was, how we had stretched the envelop over the years with her discussions with me. “I don’t want this bullshit talk,” I said out loud to myself.
I jumped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over my body. I was angry! I felt betrayed! I pictured Mom, telling me this whole song and dance. I watched her lips move, not hearing the words. I saw her naked in my minds eye, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, showing her pink folds, her clit engorged, extending, begging for my mouth. Protruding, her clit beckoned me. My cock chubbed, growing rigid as I stroked it. My mind wandered, forcing thoughts of my Mom, her lips stretching to suck my rod deep into her throat. I pumped my shaft hard!
“Baby,” Mom’s voice penetrated my thoughts. “I did make myself cum this morning,” she continued. “I needed release Baby. Momma was very horny,” she continued. “I think of you Baby. I imagine you doing those things to me. I imagine sucking your cock,” she whispered huskily. “Momma needs her man,” she said directly to me.
I turned to watch her leave the bathroom. I hesitated, then resumed my shower. I washed my body, scrubbing all parts to insure cleanliness. My mind raced. My cock stood rigid. I heard her words over and over. Stepping from the shower, I grabbed my towel, drying quickly. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I headed downstairs.
“Baby,” my Mom’s voice called. I stopped in my tracks. Her voice was in my room. I moved to the door, pushing it open. My mom, in her robe, was seated on the edge of my bed, head drooping, eyes lowered.
“Mom,” I whispered. “Are you ok?”
“Come here Baby,” Mom whispered. “Come to Momma,” she continued. She reached her hand out to me. I crossed the short distance quickly. Mom reached to my towel, pulling the ends from my hand. My towel dropped to the floor. I stood in my nakedness before my Mom. Her hands reached to my thighs, caressing from my knee to my hip. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue wetted her lips. Nothing was said. Mom pulled me forward, her hand reaching to grab my growing cock. “It’s so beautiful,” Mom whispered. Mom’s hand lifted my cock, her fingers wrapping gently around the girth of my shaft. As her fingers and thumb tightened, she pumped my cock gently, stretching it out, and pumping back down.
She leaned to me, her mouth opening, her tongue extending to touch the head of my cock. Her tongue danced over his head, my hips thrust forward involuntarily. Her lips wrapped around the firming flesh. She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth as she tugged on my cock. She stuffed more into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft, coating it with her saliva. Her hand pumped my shaft up and down and her mouth hungrily sucked my cock into her mouth. I reached to her head, pulling her down against my pubs. My cock pushed into her mouth and throat, growing rapidly. Mom groaned from deep within, her tongue circling my firming cock. She ground her mouth on me, forcing every inch into her face, mouth, and down her throat. Her other hand reached around my hip, firmly grabbing my ass, pulling me forward roughly, her nails biting, stinging my flesh. I thrust my hips against her face.
“God it feels good Mother,” I whispered. “Suck me!” I continued. I started soft, but forceful thrusts against her face, withdrawing to thrust again. My cock was rapidly inflating, growing in length and girth. Mom sucked hard. Her mouth, her lips formed a vacuum, her tongue lancing out, pressing against the underside of my cock. She humped my cock, building speed, first softly, then with more lust, more abandon. Soon, she attacked my cock, assaulted my flesh, driving every inch repeatedly deep into her face. Her hand pumped my shaft, reached to milk my balls, pulling them down, swirling them, pumping them between her fingers. And always driving her face back down on me. I could hear her throat make noises, her jaw stretching to take all of me. She slurped, drove her tongue in the eye of my cock, covering the head, sucking hard as she pumped my shaft.
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