Good Golly, Mrs ma !

by DiscipleN


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You know how it is, when it 's your birthday, and you 've unwrapped your nowadays, and you blow out the candles on your natal day cake, and everyone wishes you 'HAPPY birthday ! !', and they sing songs and swat your butt, except everyone is only your mother, and you want to fuck her more than anything ? Well, I do n't care if you think that 's messed up, or that I should cut off my scrotum and sew it into a bloody deal bag. When you consider what happened next, you would n't care either !

'' Dear, would you please fetch my bridge player bag ? '' female parent smiled. She wiped a big glob of welt cream from the corner of her mouth and licked her finger's breadth. `` Just think, in a couple years, we 'll be able to lionise with something more strong than chocolate bar and ice cream. ``

'' Sure mom. '' I reached for the diminutive imitation of a carpetbag sitting on the kitchen heel counter. I handed it over and watched her pry into its packed subject.

'' I 'm so gladiola you took that habitation economics division, your bar is yummy ! '' She was kind not to observe that whipped pick was an unusual frosting for chocolate cake. She continued to mine her handbag. `` Here we go. '' mother pulled her hand out of her feminine backpack and held up a condom.

'' Do you roll in the hay what this is ? '' She gave me a rear look.

'' Yeah mom, it 's a rubber. '' What 'd she conceive, that I was out of the loop of ninety nine percent of my high school day, like fundamentalist christians who are n't allowed to use the letter'x'in instance they might import a frightful, three letter Good Book with it ?

'' Oh, pooh. '' Mom instantly sulked. `` I know we should own had this talking sooner, but now that you know, I guess you 'll be wanting to ram the car.

'' Mom, I got my license a year ago. '' Something weird was going on with her. I peered closer at mom. She did n't see drunkard, and I had n't seen her drink anything except bottled water.

'' Really, and what would your father say about that ? ``

To this astonishing remark, I said zilch. My dad, her one and only husband, was pushing down valkyries and tossing back beers in Valhalla. I believe I gaped.

'' Do n't render me that face Danton True Young man. What if you got into an fortuity ? The family Desoto would be ruined, and your father would n't be able to commute to work. Why, he 'd have to assume the bus like one of those poor, unfortunate person Negroid. ``

'Negroes ?'I pushed my chair back and seriously considered laxation in my pants. Hell, blackened guy rope in the school 's computer nine would swear out my ass for tri-tip if I ever called them Negroes. And as for a Desoto, was n't he a Latin American middleweight ?

I burst out laughing. `` decent mom. That 's a good one. ``

'' Hmmph ! You listen to me, young man. I 'll not have you disesteem me like that. It may be your birthday, but you 're not too old to be sent to your elbow room. ``

My wholehearted joke caught in my throat and gagged me. I coughed and continued to cough. I could hardly breath with all that freaky in the way. Any sec I expected Rod Serling to crawl out of the oven and give me the Heimleck maneuver.

'' Off you go. You can think up there, about what I said, while I clean up this great deal. Do n't draw a blank to require your presents. ``

Out of sheer incredulity, I stood up, grabbed my natural endowment certificate for Wal-Mart and my three new Gamera videodisk, walked out, up the stairs, and into my room.

This had to be character of some secret plot to surprise me on my birthday. I went over the day in my fountainhead, trying to detect a pattern.

I woke up, heard mom showering, and waited in my bed until she 'd leave behind our bathroom. My mind drifted, trying to imagine my female parent 's business firm rosehip and quart sized white meat, their nipple swollen, water sweeping soap suds down her tall, slim physical body. I grabbed my boner and gave it a hardy wanking, wondering if mother ever wanked her, as I imagined it, puffed out clit. It 's a great way to begin the day and bye time while the lavatory was occupied.

After my own exhibitor, I met mom in the kitchen. She kissed me on the impudence and wished me happy birthday. I helped her make breakfast. My mom is n't the greatest cook. She 's more likely to heat a packet of instant creamed cereal grass than whip up ballock florentine. We compromised and had scrambled eggs with my special haschisch browns.

Yeah, I got good deal of kidding taking a Home Ec. class, but a couple girls went out of their way to avail me, although I admit I was n't so brave out as to ask any of them out. I did get an A in baking. So naturally, it went unsaid that I would be baking the birthday cake. I could reckon of nothing abnormal about my mom this morning.

I gave my mom a list of ingredients to pluck up at the memory board. She would contact me at noon, and I 'd use the shoal 's kitchen after my classes. I already had permission. I did n't particularly like our own kitchen oven, it had a cruddy substance abuse of dropping 30 point in the center of a two hr chateaubriant.

When she met me at noon, she handed over an ice chest with all those delicious chocolate cake fixings. She had n't spared any disbursement, epicure chocolate sauce, dutch cocoa powder, bittersweet deep brown poker chip, organic flour, milk, ball, butter, whipping cream, cane bread, and substantial vanilla extract extract. Mom helped me lug the chest to the schoolhouse kitchen closet. It did n't fit my locker.

'' Good luck, Hank. I 'm glad I wo n't be around to make out it up by chance event. '' Mom grinned. She was totally competent as an jet engine automobile mechanic, but she employed kitchen tools with the Lapp 'big twist'attitude as her work peter.

There was nothing odd about mom at lunch time. The first heartbreak in my day came from an unexpected direction. When the school bell finally rang, I dashed to the kitchen eager to craft some productive hot chocolate cake. I could taste the tender good, smell the warm, intoxicating scent in my head. It would be a long waiting while it baked.

It turned out to be a very long postponement. There, standing around the spread out W.C. and opened ice chest were six guy wire from the field hockey team. Their sass were covered with moody sauce, and they pulled on the milk cartonful like they were partying at a kegger.

'' What the FUCK ! That was suppose to be my natal day bar. '' I screamed at them. I did n't bang I had it in me.

The biggest one of them looked my way and chuckled. `` glad birthday twerp. You 're welcome to whatever 's left. ``

'' Sorry. '' Another turned to me and grinned. The other four grinned and said 'likewise'down the line. They all burst out laughing. Daring me to face up them more. I stood there simultaneously furious and petrified with awe.

Having finished raiding the 'good scrap'in the ice chest, they filed past me, laughing all the way out the door. The last one cracked an egg over my headland. He had the nerve to explain the obvious.

'' nonstarter, we 're jocks. When we see an opportunity, we take it. Malcolm spied you lugging the chest in here and overheard you say chocolate to that old broad. Your mum, eh ? Not a bad watcher for someone who had a boy as ugly as you. ``

The doorway slammed behind me, my body quivering from their menace subtext. Egg white dripped down my nose. I think I had a fit then. The immediate afterward is a blur in my memory. I jumped up and hollered, cursing them. I cursed myself more. After washing my foreland in a sink I took inventorying of what was left : three orchis, whipping ointment, butter, and a sack of flour evidently used in a game of catch. Even the vanilla feeding bottle was missing. One of them must take in been able to read the password alcoholic beverage on the label. I was upset, but I was n't devastated. I prowled around the kitchen looking for something, anything that might help me get a grip. In the far street corner of the same wardrobe I found a cardboard box of old food hooey.

Most schools do n't offer cooking classes anymore, but Mammoth H.S. was as dull to shift as it 's mascot. The stuff I discovered must take in been collected over the years, matter that normally would n't go bad. Baking washing soda, navy noodle, various spices ( probably flavorless ), dried mushroom, powdered sugar, and a few box commixture for stuffing, baking chicken, and flavoring overemotional joes. At the very buns, I noticed an ancient looking logo for `` Aunty cradle 's dickens 's Food patty ''. It was an old box mix for cocoa cake.

The date postage stamp on it ... snake pit, there was n't a date stamp on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I did n't care. Two hours later, I returned home, ready to observe my natal day. The solely thing that bugged me was, mother did n't seem to notice the divergence between one of my modern oven wonder and this trite effigy to a char 's situation in the nursing home. She had two helpings. I carved a narrow slice but could n't swallow more than a few raciness of it 's sawdust like consistency. I begged baker 's snacking as an excuse for being wide. I did notice mom 's surplus helpings of whipped cream and ice pick with each slice. Perhaps she was just being polite.

That 's when she pulled out the condom. Shit, I exclaimed to myself as I entered my room. I poisoned my own mother with fossilized cake mix ! All those chemical stabilizers and texturizers and artificial tone and vividness must have combined into a hella-psychoactive drug ! I 'd better promise the doctor !

rightfulness, and secern her what ? mama 's acting like a sourpuss ? She 's hallucinating, under the influence of bad cake ? I 'd hate the see the doctor 's peak for that emergency headphone call. All I could do was sit on my bed and cross my fingers, hoping her immune system would fight off the chemicals.

A couple minute later, boredom and a real worry about my mother forced me out of my room. I had n't heard a peek from mom since she 'd regularise me to leave. I found her in the living elbow room, sitting straight up on the sofa, staring at the curtains like a prairie dog.

When she heard me sit down beside her, she blinked. `` I 'm afraid your founder must be delayed at workplace. '' She patted my knee joint and tried to wait consoling.

'' Mom, dad died three class ago. '' I chose to remind her. I thought maybe I could lose it her out of it, but my own memory of his loss welled up in my heart.

She simply stared blankly, neither at me nor the window curtain. It was like I 'd turned off a robot. I sat with her for what seemed like an hour, but she did n't impress.

Eventually, I started to get horny. This is not as ridiculous as it sounds. If I did n't get horny at least three sentence a day, I 'd palpate like my hormonal equaliser had begun it 's dull descent into middle-age.

I found myself staring at my female parent 's tits. She still had n't moved. I fingered the growing tent in my pants, trying to promote it flat behind the zip. When she did n't take notice, I took a good look. I leaned in finisher, trying to see through her top. Was that a hint of a dark round behind her bra ? My fingering became a light tapping. The prick in my knickers had begun it 's expiry MArch. I knew I 'd ingest to blow a wad soon, or I 'd be in aristocratic ball hellhole. female parent did n't move a muscle.

I touched her arm, but she did n't oppose. Her cutis felt terribly warm, as if she were running a fever. I placed the back of my manus to her forehead. It was hot. I felt a faint sweat on her supercilium. I noticed her face glistening like a perfect, porcelain dolly. I could n't baulk. I reached my arm around behind her and brushed the far English of her spread over breast. My cock did a dance in my pants, but it did n't charge. I was n't that close. I felt her motion then. She looked up first and then at my invade hand. Then her head swiveled back and her eyes met mine.

'' Oh honey, I have a terrible concern. Maybe we can do this another time. '' That said, she smiled, stood up, and walked away, up the stairs to her sleeping room. I was the one who did n't travel then. My judgement was flooded with incredible ideas, and my cock thrilled at every one. When I heard her door close, I opened my pants and released the throbbing beast that commanded me. After several stalwart jerks on my mother fucker, I shot XIV tablespoonful of spermatozoon into the carpet.

The next morning, I was able to get into the shower first. When I went down to the kitchen, mother was n't anywhere below. Hell, she 's going to be late for piece of work. I had almost forgotten the night before. I raced upstairs to her sleeping room and pounded on the door !

'' Hhuhnn ? '' I heard a weak reply. I turned the knob and opened the door just a shot. Mother was lying in bed, limb and legs askew, her partially opened skirt and shirt clung one-half on to her soundbox. My dick instantly responded. I stepped inside. `` Mom ? Are you okay ? ``

'' Oooohhhhh, I have the worst worry ! '' She tried to rebel, but failed. Her half compensate underwear caught my attention for more than a few seconds.

'' I 'll get you some ibuprofen. '' I rushed back to the can and pulled the bottle from a shelf. I filled a rinsing chalk and brought them both to her. I had to feed the tablets into her mouth and control the glass up to her lips. I sneaked another peek at her chest. There really were benighted circles seeable through her bra.

'' My sleeve feel like dead system of weights, and my abdomen is fluttering. How a great deal did I fuddle finis dark ? ``

`` Are you kidding ! '' I gulped and nearly told her she had n't drank a drop.

'' What happened ? I must have been blitzed. Oh Hank, I hope I did n't smash your birthday. ''

'' You do n't remember ? ``

'' The last thing I remember was you blowing out your candles. ``

'' I-I had a g-great prison term, mom. You just got a slight carried away. '' I improvised. Some of those ideas from terminal Night were filtering back into my head. All of them had to do with what she 'd said. 'Maybe we can do this another time .'

Already, I was telling myself that my mother was n't all that worse for the cake she 'd eaten. She looked better and better the more I looked at her.

'' Oh, I 'm going to be recent for oeuvre. You 'd ameliorate scram to school. I 'll be finely. Just grab something quick for lunch, and I 'll see you tonight. Have a great day, my big boy. '' She smiled then, quite unaware that I was growing bully lengths in the bearing of her disarrayed clothing. I could even see a corner of her tweed cotton plant panties. Only with keen regret did I leave mom and hasten off to school. Before I left, I checked the icebox to do sure the relaxation of the chocolate cake had been saved. It had.

I returned home, I swear, before the school Alexander Bell finished ringing. At showtime I thought I 'd entered the wrong menage. A coat wheel I 'd never seen before greeted me at the door. There were pink cam stroke pillows on the couch, and respective orderly rows of accumulator dinner party photographic plate had been attached to the far bulwark. The place was spotless. We never lived in squalor, but the better you could scream mom 's and my lifestyle would be 'casual'. The article of furniture was rearranged, and there were plastic liners on the recliner and couch. Whoa, what kind of housemaid service had mom hired this month ?

I entered in a vex haze, not paying attention to subtle sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen. My home had shifted into the switch dimension of some inglorious and white situation comedy ! I hung my backpack on the coating rack and took off my wind-breaker. I let it fall to the storey. The battlefront door remained open behind me.

'' Honey, are you home ? '' Mother sang tunefully from the kitchen. Then the olfactory perception hit me.

'' Mom, are you cooking ? What is that foul ... ''

'' It 's fish. Friday is fried fish, think of ? ``

She must give birth been trying to earn mysterious fried sushi from rusted lav of tuna fish cat food. mother appeared, smiling, at the doorway. A frilly dress with plait and level covered her from shoulder joint to ankle joint. It 's pastel light-green clashed with the aliveness elbow room 's deep purple, oriental person rug. She stepped over to me quickly and planted a substantial peck on my cheek.

'' It 's been a foresightful day without the man around the sign of the zodiac. But I managed to fulfil the time. How was your day, hon ? ``

'' Mom, did you eat any of my birthday cake today ? ``

Mom gave me a surprised flavor. `` Oh, I guess you caught me, ha ha. I doubt Hank likes the patty he made. What could compare to a mother 's family cooking ? I wondered why he did n't cut a gash before he ran out this morning. I figured it was bonny game after that. ``

Hank ? one-third person ? What was I, tuna fish ? The odour was oppressing my ability to retrieve clearly.

'' Uh, that 's okay, mom. What 's for dinner ? ``

'' You must be famished after a hard day at the office, piteous thing. I 'll get your slippers while you sit and relax. How about an spare dry martini ? '' My mother kept smiling cheerfully as she darted around the way, patting the recliner, checking the press for skidder that were n't there.

'' Here they are. '' She pulled out a brand name new pair and fetched them over like a dog happy to greet its skipper. `` I made you your preferent, devout, tunny casserole with American Malva sylvestris. ``

Oh shit, she thought I was her husband ! ( Not my father, but some fake image of a hubby. ) Oh fuck. crap ! What am I going to ... Oh ... PING ! ! ! Oh ?

Now my brain had something to aid fight the nasty odor in the house. That something was my set up putz ! The Three Kings' Day which hit me then convinced me that my secret lust 's time had come. As the hubby of a properly obedient married woman, I could write my own scenarios and female parent would be my revolutionize actress.

'' Um, do n't bother with the John Barleycorn, er, love. I 'll just sit and think, while you finish in the kitchen. '' I took my blank space in our plush recliner. The plastic immediately molded to my backrest and clung to every inch of exposed skin. right wing away, it made me itch.

Mother knelt down before me and began untying the lacing on my snitcher. I could see her cleavage, her full lips, her upbeat centre. I lost it then. My cock could consider only so very much. I unzipped my pants and fished out it 's full distance through my jockey shorts.

Mother looked up and froze. What was this ?

If I had guessed right, sex was n't even a idea in her head. It never existed before the sixties, at least in her psyche. How could she object to something that was morally neutral ? If holding up a condom was her stallion lecture about human sexuality, then she was begging for some good discipline. discussion of immense wisdom returned to me from the previous day, 'When you see an opportunity, film it .'

I took.

I took my mom 's surprised pass with its outdoors sass and planted it over my stiff fuck instrument !

'' Do n't beware me, dear. This will be far more relaxing than a martini ! '' I cried.

I began using her top dog to masturbate my pulsing cock. It was show time ! I was so horny and elated at my audaciousness, I did n't consider the thousand unpleasant and even grave direction my mother could react.

For the number 1 ten or so poundings of her fount to my prick, she remained suspend. She began to mellow as I continued to fuck my cock into her jaws. Her lip moderate and her natural language began to thrash the under-shaft. The tip of it tickled my balls at full insertion.

'' That 's justly mama, get a good taste of your boy 's cock. He 's had a ruffian day at shoal. '' I stopped acting like her imaginary married man on use. I wanted to have it off my mom as her son, no affair how psychedelically her brain had been fried. My articulatio coxae pushed More dick into mother 's mouth.

I felt her mind motility on it 's own volition. Her plump down lips seared across my shaft quickening its pulse, my pulse. My manus relaxed and there we were fully engaged in hard pumping and sucking, time ticking down swifter and swifter. My orb lurched and churned. musculus contracted and sperm leapt.

'' Oh, mom, do n't let go. take back it, every shaft, thaaaa, uuunnnggghhhh ! Aaaaahhhhhggg ! ! '' Vulcanized cum blasted from my shaft and seared her throat. Jet after jet scored into her mouth. Mother 's mouth sucked and gulped, my full cock poured its cumload down to her belly, jerking over and over until sinew failed and clod ran dry. I held her head teacher and gasped for breath. I could hear air roar out of her nostrils. She could barely breathe.

pulling my softening cock from her mouth, I told her, `` You 're a peach, honey. '' It was the first corny blood I could remember from 'My Three Beavers'or whatever that display was called.

Her smile was n't the Saami, but I 'd give it an A for effort. She blinked and looked a bit confused, but whatever that cake did to my mom, it sure was in force. Sunshine peered around her darkness of uncertainty and lit my lower body. She actually kissed the side of my cockhead as if it had a cheek.

'' Dinner will be set up in five hour. '' She reassured me.

In five minutes, my peter would be ready. I eventually wandered into the kitchen and took my topographic point at the read/write head of the table. The nutrient was horrendous ! Imagine Opuntia tuna fish mixed with mayonnaise stirred into half cooked alimentary paste and dried peas. Now add a level of hokey yellow paving across the top and you end up with broken utensils and no appetence. The green bean plant on the face were dark-brown and schmaltzy. The tater could receive been used as a rack block, and the Milk River, even the frigging Milk River tasted it like it had been pissed in.

'' What did you do with the milk, mom ? '' I asked as I ran to the sink to purge the rest period down the sink, rinse the glass, and fill it. Sink water tasted better than that milk.

'' Oh honey, is it bad ? I guess I must have left it in the sun while I was preparing supper.

'' When did you prepare supper. ``

'' Right after lunch. Are you ready for sweet ? ``

My cake ! I rushed to the refrigerator, but the cake was n't there. Suddenly through the lean hummer in the kitchen, I noticed a peculiar, sweet, burning odor blend with the rest of my mother 's effort at making phosgene gas. The oven !

A gout of smoke poured out as I foolishly grabbed the hot sheet supporting what was left of my cake. `` AAAHHH ! '' I screamed when the canvas seared my fingers.

'' Oh honey, let me get some butter for that. '' Mother rose delicately and searched the refrigerator. `` I thought the cake would be more delicious warm. ``

Unfaltering, I snagged a towel and finally rescued the cake. It was covered in sear whipped pick. I despaired to the peak of snag as I set the smoking half circle of patty on the counter.

Mother reached me and began to cool my whip fingers with the butter.

Paying her no creative thinker, I took a tongue and scraped off the charcoal application. To my immense fill-in, the cake beneath was fine. `` Um, mom ? ``

'' Yes dear ? '' Her grinning beamed once again.

'' Let 's save the cake for tomorrow. '' I hugged her then. My sass found hers and kissed them fully. I even tried to cleave my natural language into her mouth. My dick was make for round two.

Mother pulled away from me, and she slapped me playfully on the shoulder. `` Really, honey you ought to behave. I have such a headache. Maybe we can do this another time. ''

I wish I had raped her then. We were down to half a cake.


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The next dayspring, I could n't order if mom was worse off for the drug. She had looked so ravage the day before.

'' Mom are you all right ? ``

'' Oh, Hank, did you get the number of that truck ? '' She was holding her head and teetering in the bed. Her only article of clothing were panties and a bra. The fellowship clothes lay on the flooring next to the bed.

'' Let me help you in the exhibitioner. '' I suggested.

She swatted my manus away. `` I 'm not decent sport, unspoilt exculpate out. How could I have gotten so wasted a secondly day in a row. Did I even go into employment yesterday ? ``

I answered her from the doorway. `` I think you slept all day. Maybe you 've caught some uncanny bug, mom. Are n't you glad it 's Sat ? ``

'' Sick on a weekend ? crud. wagerer stoppage clear, Hank. I would n't need you to catch this thing. There 's a rolls-royce turbofan on afterburner incinerating the inside of my skull.

Closing the threshold to a discreet, hairline gap, I called to her. `` How 's your appetite ? ``

'' My mouth feels like it sucked co ..., er pickles, all Night long. I do n't want anything. Make yourself something. '' Then voiced, `` Maybe a exhibitor is the veracious affair. ``

I heard her drag herself off the bed. I hightailed it into the kitchen.

When the shower turned off, I gave mom ten arcminute to dry herself and dress. I returned to her room access and knocked.

'' Feel better ? ``

'' A minuscule bit. ``

I opened the door and peered in.

'' Hey ! Do n't issue forth in ! ``

There was my mom. She 'd just put on her panty and was fumbling with her bra. Her flaccid tits hung off her chest of drawers like two small Cucumis melo cantalupensis. No admiration I was in lust with my mother. I associated weedy titmouse with anorectic and fat tit with either obesity or silicone polymer. Mom 's were pure for me, her nipples were also sized in dark mitigation. That was all I could glean before pulling back behind the door.

My cock raged to touch them. `` Hey mom, maybe a spry morsel before you begin your day. '' Without looking inside again, I set down on the rug, the discus I had been carrying and slid it through the possible action. I placed a clean glass of milk, from a new carton, just inside the door.

'' Cake ? '' Mom wondered aloud. `` For breakfast ? ``

'' Yeah, mom, I even made wise lash cream. The original pick did n't stay fresh very well. '' I had more cream waiting for her, inside my pants.

'' You did n't take in to trouble yourself. My stomach is still kinda queazy. ``

Drat ! She was n't going to fall for it.

'' Oh, maybe just a sharpness. A little dinero might stimulate my appetite. I tell you every time you 're puke that a trivial nutrient keep open your metabolism strong. It 's time to take my own advice. ``

'' YES ! '' I yelled silently. I heard the fork rattle on the dish. She was still shaky from her 'hangover'.

For the first time, I would be able to measure how foresightful the cake took to invoke it 's effect. I doubted I could wait very long without grabbing my cock and shooting a few ropes of cum through my female parent 's door, but I steeled myself for the effort.

It took exactly fifteen minutes.

'' Hank, you 'd better not be late for school again, or I 'll hold to have got a public lecture with your teacher ! Do n't block to bring in your reputation straight to me. I 'll give a star waiting for every'A'. ''

It was all I needed to hear. She was back to living a five day week. I rushed inside the bedroom. She stood radiant in her blue, pink flower bespeckled, house attire. Even her hair's-breadth had magically transformed itself into a piled bouffant. I tackled her in the centre of her room and drove her back down upon the bed.

'' What in mercy 's epithet ? '' She cried out.

I fumbled for my shaft, pushing my pants down my legs. I straightened up and gave her a near smell at my rampant organ.

Just like the late night, she froze, this time spreading eagle across her bed, peg dangling over the side. I lifted her dress above her thigh and revealed her whitened panties. I pulled them down off of her legs and leaped on top of her.

'' My goodness, what is all this ? '' She sputtered, staring wildly at the ceiling.

My cockhead found her pussy, but it did n't splay in. She was dry. Reaching between us, I aimed my cock where I thought bitch was, and I thrust myself inside her.

'' Ooowww ! Hank, are you sure you 're not going to be late for schoolhouse ! ``

'' Mom, you sure may be previous for your period ! '' I answered with a boom and fucked tough pecker into unwilling kitty-cat. It was hard on me too. Her dry puss scoured my phallus, but I did n't wish. I was finally fucking my mother.

'' Oohh, it 's so good, mother ! I can hardly wait to fill your inside with my backed-up load of sperm cell ! ''

'' That 's hunky-dory, love. I 'll pick up the mountain in the kitchen. You just run along. ``

I was running, running my engorged prick inside and out of the hole where I was born. My lust force back me like a sprinter. I could finger her cunt passage Begin to lubricate. Her warm crimp massaged my cock like no sass ever could. Our frictioning tissues were soon bathed in mommy pussy juices and son prick pre-cum.

'' This is great mom ! I 'm fucking you so dandy ! '' I could n't consider it. I was raping my own mother, and she did n't induce a clue about what I was doing to her. Whatever that cake had, it was better than any escort violation drug I 'd ever learn of. My cock plunged with glee. My organic structure was already sweating and twitching. My nerves ramped up their joy force faster than ever.

'' Yes, you go right ahead and accumulate your affair. Do you call for mommy to aim you to shoal ? '' I felt her pushing back with her coxa. pussy sucked dick deeper with every thrust. `` Oh dear, what 's that ? '' My mother suddenly cried out. Her son knew before she did.

My whole body detected the maiden spasms of her own natural reaction. She was getting ready to gas too. If only I could make it last-place, but my foresighted strangle lusts could be delayed no foster.

'' I really need to vacuum around here ! '' Mother yelled ecstatically.

My cock was bursting to plant seed into its place of line of descent. I could feel the Wave of my orgasm step on it up from my shit and down from my brain, filling my weapons system and peg and exploding out from my center.

'' I 'm cumming, mom, I 'm UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ! ! ! COMMMING ! ! ! ! '' My cum rushed out from my orb and blasted the paries of her cunt, forcing jism through the iris of her cervix.

'' Huh-HUH, UUUHHHGGG, 'urry up, son ! ! ! '' She screamed then. I could experience her twat contracting and sucking each shock of incestuous cream into her womb. `` We do n't desire to be LAAAAHHHH-ate ! '' Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me difficult against her tits.

Even as I continued to cum, I was tearing at the top of her attire, revealing her bra and working to release her mamilla. I sucked on them like a mad motherfucker.

'' Ohhh, ooohh, '' mother began to cool off down. `` Honestly, Hank, this is not the time to be fooling around ! My hair, it must look a-fright. What ever am I going to do with you ? ``

'' I think you should suck on my dick. '' I stopped engorging my face on her tits and crawled up over her ruined house dress. When my human knee reached her shoulder, I fed wet meat into her mixed-up afirmament. She sucked.

We spent stallion day worshiping my putz. I fucked, sucked, blew, screwed, and spewed into my gorgeous mother until she was black and blue. I shot load after cargo of salty, hot cream into her baby maker until my chunk went numb from the crusade and my cock could n't hold more than an inch upright.

The next forenoon was the Lapplander, except she woke up with an even worse head ache and had bruise all over her torso. I told her she needed to see a doctor. I lied to her about an appointment, but before we left I offered her another slice of cake. We never made it out the doorway. In fact I even convinced her I was the sick one, and she wrote an exculpation to be wanting from school for a whole week.

The day after the first rape of my female parent, I eased back my fervency and was more careful about leaving telltale fool. I did get out my day 's output of incestuous sperm in her belly.

We repeated our little play every day for the rest of the calendar week. I did n't try to cheat myself. I cut the Lapp size of cake slice each metre. It was going to run out eventually, and I did n't want her to be only half drugged. She had every right to haul my ass off to jail and dare my cellmates to plant their seed inside me. Oh no !

When the finally slash was consumed and consummated, I went back to a strict diet of whacking off but with intimately retentivity to cum over. It took a couple calendar week before I could bear to take the cake disc out of the fridge. ( I told you our house was n't the goodish. )

Mother was writing something in her worker 's maintenance journal at the kitchen table. I could n't stop myself. I set the platter on the tabulator and walked up behind her. I reached around her shank to cup her tits, wanting to massage them one last time.

Mother spun around, and she slapped my face, hard ! `` Hank ! We may live in a fairly free thinking, modern world, but everything has it 's demarcation line. '' She scolded me sternly. That 's when I knew it was over. I took the vacuous patty scale to the sink. Mother shook her head. She probably felt bad about having to react so harshly.

'' I 'm sorry to say it, Hank, but I 'm glad that cake is finally gone. I do n't think it was very good for me. '' She patting the slight but steadily growing bulge in her midsection. `` I thought I 'd recovered from that direful unwellness, but recently I 've been waking up nauseated to my tummy. It 's almost as if ... ''

'' No, I 'm gloomy, mom. '' I interrupted her as I scraped crumbs into a sealable sandwich bag. `` I can make a better bar than this one. '' I sneaked the bag into my pocket. Tonight I 'd hide them far in the back of the deep freezer. `` Who knows mom ? When I begin college future year, maybe I 'll study all sorting of secrets in organic chemistry. ''