Her puffy, dark-brown nipples looked like chocolate kisses, distinctly contrasting against her alabaster mounds of joy. My mouth watered while thinking about chewing on her delectable nubs. I wanted nothing more than to bond with Mom as we did in my childhood. “Mom, I can’t wait any longer. I have to suck your tits.”
Mom’s breasts expanded when she inhaled deeply. “Return to Mommy. Nurse from me, honey.”
As soon as my lips locked onto her swollen nub, her hand held my head tightly to her bosom. While I lightly bit her excited tip, my other hand squeezed and twisted her other nipple. Her body reacted, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Dad was right about how to release Mom’s hidden inner lust. Her hands traveled through my hair and down my back, gripping chunks of my flesh. I felt her heart racing, while her breasts heaved, her breaths short and rapid. Both of us were ready to commit to the final, and forbidden, act of incestuous love.
After releasing her tits, I crawled up to face my beautiful mother. With my cock nestled on top of her mound of fur, her upright legs squeezed and trapped my body. Her expression reflected the love we both held for each other. “Mom, I love you and have wanted this for a long time. It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined,” I blubbered, spilling my long-hidden feelings.
“I love you, too,” Mom replied. “Take me and make us one. Make love to your mother.”
Our lips met briefly before releasing, exactly like our kiss after watching the French movie. Her smile widened, reliving the erotic moment.
“Mom, If you’re ready to change our lives forever, show me and stick my cock into the place of my birth.”
Her smile widened before lustfully pleading, “Kiss me, my love.”
Her mouth opened immediately as our lips met, her tongue searching mine. Her hand snaked between our bodies and gripped my cock. She stroked it several times before seating my cockhead into her gooey groove. Just as my purple knob split her slick slit and popped into her steamy sheath, she cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me in.
Shoving in another inch or two, my rigidly swollen prick separated her feminine folds. Her velvety walls secreted juice while clinging and sucking my thick fuck-meat inward. Looking into her longing eyes, I shoved to the bottom with one powerful thrust. Her pupils dilated while her pussy contracted and coated my cock with cum.
Our labored breathing interrupted our kiss, forcing us to pause and catch our breath. Raising my head a few inches, I looked down at my mother’s jubilant face, displaying her blissful gratification from climaxing on her son’s cock. “Mom, did you just cum on my buried prick?”
She gurgled, “Yes! You fill me completely. The pleasure is unbelievable. Keep fucking me.”
Only too glad to comply, I sawed in and out of my mother’s shivering, soaked pussy. Her hands stroked my back, while mine held the sides of her head so I could kiss her off and on. Our
bodies humped in perfect rhythm as if we had been lovers forever. After ten minutes of intense grinding, our bodies slid together effortlessly, covered with sweat. A sense of pride flowed through me when I gazed upon Mom’s face, wracked with intense sexual rapture, while her body writhed in euphoric ecstasy.
Mom’s fingernails dug into my ass while her hips wiggled and gyrated, smashing her engorged labia against my groin. My demure and soft-spoken mother had transformed into a wild animal in heat, growling and thrashing underneath me. I wanted to enjoy her luscious body for hours but knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Emotional satisfaction swept through me while I watched my out-of-control mother, knowing I was the one providing her with so much pleasure. The joy of fucking my own mother was too much. “Your body is overwhelming me. Cum on your son’s cock, Mom,” I snorted loudly.
Mom’s body spun into overdrive, spearheading the way to our explosive conclusion. She wrapped her legs around me, arched her back, and threw her dripping pussy into my groin. “Release in me, honey. Claim your mother and make me your woman.”
We kissed again, sealing our illicit connection. When my balls filled, signaling their imminent release, I thrust until my spongy head collided against the back of her pussy. “Oh, Mom!” I growled as a long spurt of thick, boiling semen shot out, triggering Mom’s orgasm. Her shivering walls collapsed on my retreating prick and released hot fluid, enabling my oiled ram to push through her convulsing channel. Ropes of cum spewed out and mixed with her cum. Sloppy, sloshing sounds of sex filled the room from our groins banging together. At the conclusion of
our first incestuous carnal coitus, an overwhelming surge of love hormones flooded through our bodies, intensifying the already passionate moment.
Reluctantly disengaging my soft prick, I rested beside my sexually-spent mother, soothingly rubbing her heaving stomach. “Amazing, Mom. I’ve fantasized about this for a long time.”
“You can say that again,” she agreed. “You’re not the only one who has been masturbating to mental images of us intimately locked together.”
“Really?” I asked. “You looked pretty angry when I French-kissed you the first time.”
“I thought it’d be fun to make it a challenge.” Mom giggled. “I enjoyed teasing and taunting you. Don’t you think the end result was worth it, the sexual conquest of your mother?”
“Of course, it was. My heart raced and pounded so fast, I thought I might have a heart attack,” I replied.
She giggled and turned on her side, facing away from me, and pleaded, “Spoon me, please. I want my son to sleep with me tonight.”
After pulling the covers over us, I snuggled up to Mom’s backside. She pushed backward, desiring the maximum amount
of skin contact. I wrapped my arm around her and promised, “Tonight and every night, Mom. I love you.”
She squeezed my hand and held it firmly against her warm belly. Exhausted from our frenetic, initial coupling, we fell asleep in minutes.
*****
The following morning, I found myself in the same position as the one I fell asleep in. I slowly removed my arm from around Mom and slid out of bed. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I tiptoed to my room and showered. I started the coffee and prepared breakfast for the love of my life. Hearing her shower running, I finished cooking the eggs and toast. Her plate of food was waiting on the table when she entered.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her, along with a quick kiss. “You look refreshed and cheerful today.”
“I feel great,” she replied before sipping her coffee. “I owe it to my wonderful son, the best lover in the world.” Her sexy smirk sent shivers down my spine.
We had no prior issues conversing over breakfast. Thankfully, it was no different after our first night of sleeping together, even though our relationship had dramatically changed from mother and son to lovers. After we had finished, Mom stacked and hauled the dirty dishes to the sink. While she rinsed them, I
noticed she wore the same robe I had seen grandma wear when Dad doggy-fucked her.
After I removed my robe, I moved behind Mom and pushed my hand against her back. She immediately understood and turned off the water before bending over and resting on the countertop. I flipped the back of her robe onto her back and took in the view of her luscious legs. My hands slid up and down each smooth thigh, prompting her to spread her legs to provide me access to her hairy pussy. Her slot glistened in anticipation of her son’s impaling spear.
Inching closer, I drug my bulbous head through her drooling gash, coating it with slick fluid. I started to slowly shove, allowing my shiny tip to part her blood-filled pussy lips. I slid in at a snail’s pace, enjoying the tight feel of her gripping glove. When my balls snuggled against her mound, I halted and savored the friction of her pussy clinging to my prick before withdrawing to her entrance. After several deliberate strokes, her walls secreted fluids and loosened up. I continued to fuck her at a moderate pace, relishing the first time doggy-fucking my mother.
“Your breakfasts have been fantastic, but now they’re even better,” Mom chuckled, her voice crackling with excitement. “Your cock feels bigger in this position. I love the way it scrapes all of my sensitive spots. Fuck your mother, honey.”
With my hands firmly holding her hips, I rapidly thrust in and out of Mom’s clinging channel. My fingers dug into her soft ass
and pulled her body rearward on each powerful thrust. My tempo increased with my state of arousal. The feeling was more exquisite than I had anticipated, and I knew I wouldn’t make it as long as Dad had done. Reaching around, I yanked apart Mom’s robe and gripped each nipple. It was enough to initiate her climax. Her pussy snapped shut and released her juices while she came on my pistoning rod.
Once her muscles relaxed, I helped her off the counter before turning her around. While we kissed, I shoved her robe off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Her eyes glazed with lust from her morning orgasm. I cupped her ass and hoisted her to my chest. Lowering her onto my prick, she understood and locked her arms and legs around me. When fully embedded in her slippery sleeve, I turned and slowly waddled down the hallway.
After we entered the bedroom, I lowered her to the edge of the bed and placed her ankles on my shoulders. Without waiting, I drove my glistening prick to the bottom of her soaked slot. She grunted from the forceful plunge and humped back, attempting to swallow more of her son’s cock. We didn’t want to make love; we wanted a fast-and-furious fuck. Her tits bounced when our bodies clapped together. My balls lewdly slapped against her ass each time I sank my cock to the bottom of Mom’s battered pussy.
She stretched her arms outward and gripped the edges of the bed, allowing me to slam into her harder. Her hips matched my rapid pace, bouncing up and colliding with me with each powerful thrust.
My panting rapidly increased along with my heart rate. Mom had already cum, and I feared I would explode without experiencing the exquisite feel of her strangling cunt walls clamping onto my cock. Mom caught my look of anguish and grasped her melons, squeezing and teasing her sensitive tips. While she twisted and flicked her nipples, I madly stabbed my prick into her hairy muff.
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