Surprisingly, her pussy contracted before my climax commenced. Tremors shook her body while she experienced an explosive orgasm. Her clamping, squirting cunny caused my cock to twitch, pulsate, and eject its load. Once again, we fucked through our synchronized releases. Her clutching vagina convulsed each time my cock pulsed as if rewarding it for the pleasure it gave her.
When I removed my cum-coated prick, her pussy burped from the sudden loss of cock-meat. While we repositioned ourselves to lie face-to-face, our giggles filled the air, adding to the intimate moment. We soothingly stroked each other, enjoying the blissful, post-coital moment. Her expression was one of puzzlement, mixed with joy. “What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked. “You’re thinking about something.”
“It’s like experiencing déjà vu, but with a flood of cherished memories I once shared with your dad,” Mom explained. “Your father and I often did the identical thing after we ate breakfast. You’re so much like him. It’s no wonder I’m so deeply in love with you.”
“Actually, it wasn’t my idea. Dad guided me through it,” I confessed. Over the next thirty minutes, I detailed my interactions with Dad and Gran.
Her face, instead of displaying disbelief, was illuminated with a joyful expression. “I didn’t want to mention it because I thought I had imagined it, but when we were fucking, I saw them behind you,” Mom elated. “Their images were hazy and faint, but I could tell they were smiling. Their love was so strong for each other that they desired to witness the same mother-and-son bonding they enjoyed together.”
“Dad told me you were aware of their relationship. He stated it didn’t bother you,” I said, hoping she’d corroborate Dad’s version.
“It didn’t,” she replied immediately and confidently, putting me at ease. “I loved both of them and insisted they maintain their incestuous relationship after our marriage. I encouraged them by routinely sending your dad to her for a sex-filled weekend.”
She paused, her expression turning sad before she continued, “Your father became inconsolable after your grandmother’s death. I tried everything to lift his spirits, but nothing could fill the void that her passing left. While the doctor attributed your dad’s death to a heart attack, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a broken heart that took him. I take solace in knowing that they are now together once again.”
“It’s easy to understand his feelings,” I professed. “There is no stronger bond than a mother and son. Speaking of that, I didn’t wait and see what Dad and Gran did after they made love in the bedroom. How would you two finish the day?” I asked, eager to enjoy more of Mom’s luscious body.
She smiled wide and croaked, “He fucked me silly until lunch, and afterward he would take me out for a drive and a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant.”
“Father knows best,” I giggled while cupping her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. She squealed with delight, knowing we would be fucking like rabbits for the next few hours. Gran’s and Dad’s faint images sporadically appeared throughout our sexfest.
*****
The drive and dinner allowed my body to recharge after our lengthy fuck session earlier in the day. I couldn’t wait to spend the night again with my horny mother. Mom instructed me to shower in my old room and wait for her on the couch.
She entered the room, cloaked in her thin nightie, and sat beside me. “Aren’t you a little overdressed?” she asked, her lustful smirk indicating her carnal desires.
Taking the hint, I removed my robe and discarded it. My cock flopped against my stomach, already hard from Mom’s erotic
display. Instead of stroking her scalp, I cupped her thinly veiled breast. She held my hand and guided it to her head. “Not so fast, mister. No hanky-panky while we watch the movie. I want to re- enact the nights we snuggled together.”
While I massaged her, she picked up her phone and cast a video to the TV. Another mother-and-son movie started, but I could tell it wasn’t a romance – it was porn. It wasn’t long before the couple fucked in various positions before the young man sprayed his mother’s tits with his cum. The scene switched to another mother-son couple. It ended when the mother swallowed her son’s cum down her throat. More clips of different mothers and sons played on the screen while my cock jerked and oozed pre- cum.
After my slick juice had thoroughly coated my cock-head, Mom wrapped her hand around my prick, gently stroking it. “Poor baby, have you had enough of watching mothers and sons fucking each other? Would you like to prove to me you’re a motherfucker?” Mom croaked while squeezing my cock.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied, my voice strained with my pent-up lust. “None of those mothers are as hot as mine.”
“Such a sweet and considerate son,” Mom giggled. “Follow me.” She stood, firmly gripped my prick, and led me down the hall. After we entered our bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed. Crawling up my body, she hovered over my pelvis, held my prick upright, and guided it into her opening. Once her outer lips enveloped my slick helmet, she lowered herself until our hairy
mounds meshed together. She grunted when she was filled with my entire cock.
She tore off her nightie and tossed it to the side. Gripping my ribs, she humped up and down, to and fro, using my cock to bang against her sensitive areas. When I humped up, she stopped and ordered, “Don’t move. I want you to save yourself. I’ll cum on your wonderful prick without your help, thank you.”
For the next ten minutes, she thrashed her body on top of mine, her full tits flopping up and down. The erotic sight of Mom’s bouncing melons was mesmerizing. She rode her son’s prick with the vigor of a nineteen-year-old.
Every so often, Dad and Dahlia would fade in and out. “Mom, they’re here again. Do you think they’ll stay forever?” I asked.
Mom’s nails dug into my chest while her face scrunched with delightful joy. She opened her mouth but couldn’t answer, her orgasm overwhelming her. Her flowing juices soaked my pubic mound while she continued to slam up and down my frothy, cum-covered cock. After her pussy ceased pulsing, she slid her soaked pussy off my prick and melded her body on top of mine. She kissed me and belatedly replied, “I saw them, too,” she squeaked. “I know why they haven’t departed. I’ll tell you in a bit.”
She wrapped her arms around me and rolled us over so I was on top. Before I could insert myself, Mom ordered, “Bend my legs and push so I can hold them.”
Once in position, she slid her hands under her knees and smashed her upper legs against the sides of her mounds, pushing them upward. When she elevated her hips, her yawning, gasping gash looked ravenous. “Jam your cock into your mother’s horny pussy. Fuck me deep and hard!” Mom demanded. “I need a thorough pounding from my studly son.”
“Anything for my beautiful and sexy mother. I’m going to fuck you until you scream for mercy. Your body drives me crazy,” I replied, dragging my crown through her puffy lips. When my prick was shiny and slick with her juices, I slid in and quickly descended to the bottom. “Damn, Mom, you’re soaked but still tight. I love fucking you.” After several power strokes, I leaned forward and admired her squashed, heaving breasts.
“This position gives me the perfect opportunity to suck your tits while fucking you,” I gushed, licking her soft mounds.
“You own me, baby. My body is yours,” Mom croaked. “The only thing I ask is for you to kiss me when you cum. I love seeing the joy in your eyes while your cock erupts.”
My hands gripped the tops of her shoulders, knowing how she would react as soon as my mouth made contact with her nipples. Her body responded, as expected when my lips encircled her
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