I lowered the sound and took in the sight of my mother standing before me like I had never seen, or for that matter, evened imagined.
This tall statuesque woman, she put her arms at her sides. Her black heeled feet together. I moved my gaze up, her slim shear black covered ankles, her slender, toned caves. Her knees touching, a small gap just above them as her thighs came together. The shear black silk stockings. The top of which had a beautiful, laced top band, holding them in place. The pale whiteness of the top of her thighs and again there was another gap at the top of her thighs. Her shear black laced panties, the lace pattern matching the top of her stockings, revealing her neatly trimmed triangle “V” and the faint slit of her pussy lips. My eyes settled for a moment on her pussy. They continued their slow journey up over a little bump of her abdomen, just below her diamond studded bellybutton. I smiled at this cute, little added touch, wandering who that was for. Was it there for vanity or, maybe for someone else to admire.
A thought quickly shot through me. Is that how dad gets his promotions, by mom offering herself to his bosses? A brief tinge of anger shot through me. Then my mind and eyes continued their travels.
My mom’s not so tight abs, but still firm enough to hold her tummy in and give definition to her lower ribs. Her large breasts, held up, encased in the same patterned black shear laced bra as her panties and the top of her stockings.
Again my mind briefly wandered and wondered, “Who else would see that every thing matches. Did she dress like that fior dad? Maybe, but doubtful. Did it make her feel sexy, a hidden erotic delight, knowing what she was wearing underneath that noone could see? Did that send a tingle through her pussy? Thoughts about my mother I had never come close to contemplating before, now like a wave, washed over me.
I took in the smooth whiteness of her cleavage and the soft rounded top of her tits.
The Pearl necklace hanging loosely around her neck. Her slender neck, her chin, high cheek bones. Her ruby red lips, had lost most of their gloss, but still looked inviting. Her dangling pearl earrings. Her deep hazel eyes, staring straight ahead, perfectly outlined with black mascara. Her tightly pulled back hair, now had a few strands out if place.
My eyes swept up and down her a few times, finally resting on that beautiful face, those luscious red lips, that mouth, which the sounds the young boy was making on the TV attested to, was now being filled with his warm, creamy cum.
My mother must of heard it too. Her eyes closed and her hands balled up in a fist. I let the boys gasping and moans subside as his orgasm faded. Silence now filed the room.
“Turn around mother, I want to see your ass.”
Her eyes opened and she glanced at me and slowly turned. One foot remained in front of the other her legs crossed. The black seems of her stockings perfectly straight up and down her legs. Her black high heels, giving a taut definition to her black sheer covered calves. The back of her knees, inviting. Her heavy thighs proportioned perfectly. The whiteness of the top of her thighs above her stockings accentuating her butt that had a slight rounded bump. Her French style panties revealed most of her ass. Her thin waist, that gave the needed form to her incredible, classic, hourglass shape.
My cock twitched looking at her. Jesus. She is one sweet piece if ass.
I peered around her, On the TV, she was now standing, smoothing down her dress and then her hair. She watched the young boy dress.
She barked out an order. “Next week. Same time, but I want that peach fuzz you have down there shaved off. Be nice and clean for me. Understand David?”
He nodded as he looked up at her as he tied his sneakers, “Yes ma’am.”
“Now get out.”
The kid stood and started to leave, when grabbed his arm, spun him around and kissed him deeply.
She moved her face away from his and smiled. “I love the taste of your cum, David.”
He didn’t answer, looking at her face, he then turned and left as she laughed at him.
I thought, ‘Jesus, she just was sucking on this boy’s cock and now she’s belittling him. What a bitch.”
I knew she was watchimg the scene too. I clicked off the TV.
“Turn around mother, face me.”
She pivoted around. Her feet just inches apart. I ran my eyes up and down her. Her hands were fists at her sides.
I stood up and walked over to her, standing just to her right. Our eyes on the same level with her in her heels. I looked into her eyes. She was looking straight ahead. I moved my right hand over and just pushed it between her upper thighs groping at her thinly panty covered pussy.
Her mouth opened as if an electric shot through her. Her eyes widened and her face turned to look at mine. She gasped as I worked my fingers against her cunt. She caught her breath abd held it, her breast lifting.
I moved my hand up feeling the lace of her panties. She let out her breath, still not saying a word. My fingers reached the band of her panties, I moved to the underside of the band and plunged them down again, this time feeling her neat, shortly trimmed pubic hair as my middle finger slid between her pussy slit, passing over her clit, down into her moist, warm cunt. My index and ring finger clamped on the outside of her pussylips.
Again, her mouth formed an “OH” shape and she gasped. Looking at me she pleaded, “Jason please, I’m your mother.”
I smiled as I manipulated my fingers in and around her cunt, “Yes you are my mother. You’re mine. You’re mine to do what ever I want.” I now plunged my three fingers into her tight pussy. Her cunt muscles clamped onto them as if she was trying to stop my invasions. Her feet involuntarily spread wider apart to accommodate my hand prying her thighs open. Tears forming in her eyes, as I twisted them deeper into her. “Understand mother, You are mine. I own you. You will do what I want, when I want. Or everyone will know what you really are, starting with dad.”
A barely audible, “Please,” escaped from her lips as I forcefully finger fucked her.
Her tight pussy was damp, not wet. I placed my thumb against her soft mailable clit and pressed into it, rubbing it into her. I could feel the inside of her cunt begin to warm and moisten. Her eyes shut tightly, her face in a grimace, as if she was trying not to let her body betray her.
I whispered into her ear, “So you like dominating little girls and boys, huh mother? You like the way you bend them to your will? The way they smell, taste and feel? And your own niece? Your sister’s daughter? What would Aunt Peggy do if she found out?” Her clit started to stiffen, as her cunt muscles relaxed. Her pussy’s juices lathered around my moving fingers. “Are you sucking and fucking dad’s bosses, is that how he keeps racking up those promotions and bonuses? You’re a twisted, depraved, pathetic, sadistic bitch. You know that mother? And now you’re mine.”
She let out a loud gasp. Small, thin, streaks of mascara tears ran out the corners of her eyes. Her pussy now soaked, it opened wide then clasping around my constantly moving and plunging fingers, letting them explore the inner walls of her cunt. Her clit now a hard knub under my thumb. Her body giving in. Her true self revealed.
She pressed her plevis down onto my fingers. Her breathing heavy. Lost in her lust. Her musky sex scent wafed up giving me my first wiff of her.
I felt triumphant. I had beaten her. She was now truly mine.
I literally ripped my fingers from her pussy and stepped back. Her whole body shuttered and her knees buckled. Her eyes still shut tight. Her breathing labored.
I brougt my hand up to my face and smelt the full aroma of my mother’s pussy. I licked some of the juice off my fingers for my first taste of her essence.
I looked at her. God, the bitch was watching me.
“Want some?” I asked, putting my wet, sticky fingers to her nose. She shook her head and leaned it back.
“Smell it!”. I barked. She leaned her head forward as if she was sniffing my fingers.
“Taste it.” Her eyes flashed open.
I placed my finger tips against her ruby lips and pushed two fingers into her mouth up to the second knuckle and then sawed them in and out of her face.
Her expression didn’t change as she accepted my invasion of her mouth. My fingers played with her tongue. Then I eased them out of her mouth and jabbed at her smirking, “You’re pathetic.” It was my turn to give the insults.
“On your knees.”
Her body stiffened. She hesitated a second, then lowered herself into an upright kneeling position.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and hastily unbuckled, unzipped and pulled down jeans and boxes, tugging and kicking them off me. Standing there, naked except for my white calf high socks.
My mom was watching me out of the corner of her eyes. I smiled, “Wanna see?” I asked sarcastically.
I sidestepped in front of her my semi/hard cock made an arch about a foot from her face. Now I don’t have a porn stars cock, but I think I’m above average. Fully erect I’m close to seven inches and a nice girth.
My mom stared at the engorged circumcised helmet, dangling in front of her.
“Suck it.” My instruction, breaking the silence. My mother looked up at me, a startled look on her face. As if she had blocked the thought out of her mind, the reality of her son’s cock so near her face, then my order bringing her back to ghe moment.
Her eyes searched my face. She looked confused, as if she didn’t really hear what I had said. The thought not setting in.
i repeated with a hint of anger, “Suck my dick, mother. I want to feel what those guys felt. Suck it.”
She started to raise her hands abd reach for my cock. “No hands, bitch. Just your mouth.”. She glanced up at me. Then lowered and twisted her head beneath my cock head.
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