“Jesus,” she muttered. “You’re still so hard, honey.”
“For you, Mom. Always.” I was laying it on thick, but we were past the point of subtlety.
“In that case, Mommy should be the one to soothe that big, painful boner for you.” Her voice was candy. “Would you like that, baby?”
“Y–yes please.” I gulped.
Mom guided my cock back into her cozy pocket, once again taking it deeply into the place I once called home. Returning there as a grown man felt like reuniting with a piece of nostalgia I didn’t know I had.
With the head firmly lodged in the mouth of her pussy, Mom began her descent without the use of her hands. Her hips sashayed back and forth, alternating which side of my cock would be polished by the tender touch of her velour walls as it sank deeper inside. I was pushed against the left wall, then the right, each time trudging further to the bottom. Mom was so wet that she could have taken all of me at once, but preferred to methodically wag her tail, with me still inside of her, while she savoured every increasingly fat inch.
All good things must come to an end, and Mom soon greedily swallowed up the last portion of my girthy cock. Her pussy licked the plate clean and asked for seconds.
“If I start to move are you going to cum right away?” Mom kissed my temple, the melodic tone of her seductive teasing tugging on my heartstrings.
“Maybe?” I squeaked.
“Like that?” Mom timidly lifts her ass, dragging her soggy lips over the length of my cock. Before I could thank her for going slowly, she plummeted her ass into my lap again, plunging my cock through the tunnel of sopping wet flesh.
“Oh God, Mom!” I yelped, curling my toes like shrimp to try and stop myself from cumming on the spot. “I–I can’t, you feel so fucking good.”
Mom burrowed her face into the nape of my neck, licking and sucking at my salty skin while she whispered into my ear like a hypnotist lulling me under her spell. She did not need to convince me so; I had no free will left to exert. I was hers.
“Can you wait until three?” Mom pleaded.
“Three what?” My eyes were shut so tight that I could feel my heartbeat thumping behind them.
“Just listen to Mommy.” She nuzzled her nose into my cheek. “If you make it to three you can cum inside, okay?”
The tube of wet, densely packed meat smothered my cock, milking me from balls to tip as its walls undulated around me.
“One,” Mom cooed sweetly.
With a slow, tedious pull, Mom lifted her ass off of me again, tightly constricting the muscles in her pussy as she rose. She clenched up, strangling me like a slimy noose. Mom dragged her pussy towards the angry, flared helmet without a moment to rest. When she reached the head, she released the tightly coiled tension so her pussy could hungrily engulf my entire cock in one great, powerful slam. It felt like she was coaxing my soul out of my body.
“You can do it, honey,” Mom encouraged me, through the raging torrent of pleasure that took hold of my entire body.
Mom repeated the same move, well aware of the effect it had on me. My balls pulled in tight to my body, preparing themselves for the impending explosion. I curled my toes, my joints cracking like popcorn from how hard I was seizing up.
The already pitch black interior of the van became hazy, and in the darkness, I saw a thousand tiny black dots shrank and grew before my very eyes. The tepid heat of the sleeping bag made me feel like I was going to black out, and with nothing but my mother to latch onto, I anchored my paws onto her backside to convince myself I was still on Earth.
“Two,” Mom serenaded me. “You’re doing so good! Almost there.”
My heart rattled like a machine gun, but my mind was silent. I was completely at peace, awash in the purest form of ecstasy known to man. I overdosed on the unadulterated dopamine coursing through my veins, knowing that I would never come down from this high.
“Three,” Mom announced with pride, dropping her ass into my lap for the final time.
“M–Mom please just-” I begged like my life was on the line. I could not hold it back any longer, no matter how badly I may have wanted to.
“You did it.” She gingerly caressed my cheek. “You can cum now, sweetheart. Mommy is here.”
My cock ballooned in size as a surge of blood inflated the mushroom bulging against Mom’s cervix. The bottom of her pussy was a canvas waiting to be decorated, and with a loud, primal growl, I painted her insides with sticky, white syrup.
My cock pulsated with energy, spewing forth another volley of paste into the bottom of Mom’s pussy. The duo of slimy cables intertwined, making a mess of the masterpiece I had painted. The seal at the base of my cock was airtight, stopping any of my cum from leaking out. The soggy vacuum billowed around me, heaving its plush walls against me to douse my rigid cock with the lurid concoction of cum and juice that churned in her pussy.
Mom expertly timed her squeezes so they were delivered at the height of each throb, meticulously draining as much as she could with each spurt.
Mom howled like a wolf at the moon, boiling magma sizzling inside of her. Her hands were a whirlwind, scavenging my body for anything to hold on to while her body convulsed. The woman who gave birth to me wailed like a banshee, calling my name out in between deep, guttural groans. I hardly recognized her, yet I knew her inside and out.
Mom’s pussy coiled around me, coaxing out another plump, juicy rope. I wanted to give her everything I had and more. I could not believe the amount of cum she was getting out of me. Between her turbulent squeezes, and the dance of desperate writhing she performed on top of me, she was throwing me headfirst into the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced.
So much cum had been dumped into Mom’s body that the jungle of creamy vines had melted into a hot, gluey pool. The baby butter–as heavy as it was warm–simmered inside her, marinating in the freshly bred pussy of the woman who should have been their grandmother.
For a long time, we lay silently. With the exception of our labored breathing, and the whistling winds outside, the van was silent. Mom’s sweaty, naked body had completely collapsed on mine, but I adored wearing her like a blanket. Her head had found a comfortable spot to rest on my chest once she felt my cock finally stop throbbing, and she had not lifted it since.
I was still semi-hard, lodged within Mom’s pussy and soaking in our combined juices. Every so often, she would give me a loving squeeze, hugging my cock to remind me how much she loved me. At least, that’s the feeling I got from it.
“That was amazing, honey,” Mom sighed, peeling a sweat-soaked piece of hair off of her forehead. “I haven’t felt like that in years.”
“I’ve never felt like that!” I joked. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me!” Mom accused, bearing down with her hips and treating my cock to a sensationally tight chokehold. “You never should have let me know what a big, beautiful dick you have.”
“Why not?” My eyes lit up. “Scared you’re not gonna be able to keep your paws off me?”
“I can if you want me to.” Mom drew a figure eight on my chest with her fingernail. “Is that what you want? Was this too weird?”
“I don’t know.” I flexed my cock, making it lurch in Mom’s pussy so unexpectedly that she jumped a little. “Does it feel like it was too weird?”
I could not see it, but I heard the smile creep across Mom’s face when she said, “No, baby.”
I plowed the fields of her gorgeous, golden blonde hair with my nails. Her summery shampoo, and the warmth of her body against mine, made the winter night an easy opponent to conquer.
How different would our night have been if we had chosen to stay at the cottage? Mom would be asleep in bed, I would be watching some old movie on an even older TV. Then, alone in my bed, I would wrangle fantasies akin to what I had just lived through. I said a silent prayer for the alternate reality where we stayed where it was safe. Taking that risk led to the most memorable, life changing night of my entire life.
Mom fell asleep before I did. The sound of her quietly snoozing became meditative, and against the backing track of the wind trying to blow our house down it was an oddly therapeutic way to fall asleep.
It was so disarming, in fact, that I did not lend a single thought to what the next morning would bring. With the rising sun, I was a fool to think that being naked in the back of a van would be a pleasant way to be discovered…
My eyes snapped open to a series of knocks on the side of the van. Light broke through the windows, giving me a better look at the scene before us.
Mom snored softly in her sleep, her eyes flickering like tiny bugs behind her close eyelids. Her lip was quivering slightly, and I hated to have to wake her from whatever dream she was in the middle of.
Our clothes were strewn all over the cabin, with my socks playing the role of two icicles by the back doors. I did not know what I was going to get changed into that wasn’t already as cold as the air around us, but I did not have to wonder for long.
“Yeah, we got two!” A rough, scraggly voice boomed from the front of the van. A man wearing dark rimmed glasses, whose frames were so thick that his eyes looked gigantic, was peering through the windshield. “Driver window smashed, but I think they’re all right.”
“Hey!” a voice from outside the doors called. “You guys alright in there?”
“Uh, yeah! One second,” I answered, stirring Mom awake.
“Was goin’ awn, homey?” She yawned, barely opening her eyes.
“I think there are people here to help us.” I jostled her shoulder, sending her into an instant panic.
“People… outside?” Mom’s eyes flashed open. “Jacob! I’m still naked!”
“Uh, ma’am? We have blankets if you want, and there are clothes at the station that you can borrow.” The man out front informed us. “We’re gonna get a tow truck out here ay-es-ay-pee, okiedokie? You lovebirds hang tight!”
“Did you hear that?” Mom scowled at me.
“Yeah, they must be cops. I guess the tow truck-”
“Jacob!” Mom snapped. “He called us lovebirds!”
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