I sat my naked ass on the ordure beside the dressing table and picked up Mom's lighter. My hammer was wilting as I touched the fire to my cigarette.
To me, the sight of my cum leaking from my mother's bush covered pussy, was one of the most pleasing affair of my entire life.
The only thing that would own made it better is if she'd been as excited about it as I was.
Her particular date had gotten her inebriate, and the drugs I had given her had kept her knocked out all night. That little white stream was the third loading I had filled her with, and if I could get hard again, she'd get number four before she would take off coming out of it.
This was the ninth or 10th clock time I was able to pull off the same feat, blaming her day of the month for fucking her when she didn't know it was going on.
Each time, she had refused to date the ‘ offender'again.
Now, we'd have to find her another guy….
Luckily, I was able to knock off number four before Mom came to. It took longer than ever, and when I finally shot my lowest stream, I could barely take the air to my elbow room, down the hall.
I left her lying on her back, legs spread, and in a pool of cum.

Fucking was no new matter to me, but my own mother was the one adult female I had wanted since I first learned to jack off.
I was still benumbed when she tapped on my room access and told me the coffee tree was ready and she'd fix breakfast after her shower.
I had to chuckle, since I knew the real reason she was needing her exhibitioner so early.
"Were you awake when Ben brought me home finally night ?"
"I never knew when y'all come in."
"God, I love the taste of tequila but it kicks my ass every time. I guess Ben got what he wanted, but I barely remember getting into bed. I'm tired of men like him. They get me plastered, nonplus their dick in me and haul ass."
She put my coffee berry mug in front end of me and hugged me to her big titty. I wanted to blow them right thru her reduce house coat, but I settled for a cuddle,"I love you, Mom. Maybe I can help you determine a really good guy ; one who will treat you with a little respect."
She patted the top of my headspring and told me she'd be powerful back. When I heard the bathroom threshold close, I adjusted my packer so my rising dick wouldn't get into a bind. If Mom ever found out I was fucking her, she'd probably cut off my cock while I was sleeping.
When she returned, she told me,"I have an idea. Why don't you and I have a particular date dark ? We can eat out, maybe go to a ball club ; dance a little, maybe ?"She refilled my cup and rubbed the top of my head, again,"At to the lowest degree I know I can depend on you to do by me good."
MY GOD ! I wanted to throw her on the darn flooring and fuck her, flop then. It's a good matter the table hid my hard on ; that son-of-a-bitch was trying its damndest to get thru the cloth. When she turned her tight ass toward me, I excused myself to the lavatory while she cooked our eggs and Francis Bacon. I'm surprised she didn't get wind me moan with pleasance and easement when I pumped my load into the lavatory. One scene missed, hit the raised lid and began to run downward. I just watched it run while my breathing returned to normal.
I was at a loss about how I was going to plan drinks and drugs, so I could have sex her all night long, again. But… I had all day to think about it. ************
The steaks were metier rarified and tender. The salad was frizzy, covered with the pleasant-tasting, hot, family dressing with bacon bits and tiny composition of radish. The broil potatos had some steak sauce mixed with the melted butter… absolutely delicious.
Mom had one methamphetamine hydrochloride of red wine, but limited herself to that single glass.
It was going laborious to slip the stunner pill into her drinking unless she got tipsy ; to the point she wouldn't pay lots attention to what was going on around her.
We danced at the Red Onion cabaret for two hours or more. She had respective guy wire ask for her troupe, but she refused each one,"Thank you, but my precious son is my appointment for tonight. We'll be leaving soon and he's the man who gets all my attention tonight."
She gave me a eye blink and a smile each fourth dimension she sent a suitor away. Her eyes rarely left our table and she would pat my hand often as we sat between dances.
I decided to ask her about Dad, and why he left us.
"Maybe I better have some inebriant before I talk about that shit,"she said,"but, no, I'm sticking with my decision to go illumination on the liquor tonight. It's after eleven, so let's go rest home and I'll tell you some things, once we get out of these illusion clothes. You're 22years old, now, and there's plenty of history you need to know about this family."
DAMMIT ! I sat on the couch in my sudor when she came down the stairs in the see-through nightie. She sat beside me and asked,"What do you think ? Do you like it ?"
"mother fucker, Mom, if you weren't my mother…."
"That hasn't stopped you before."
"… Uh, what ? ...."
"Look, Donnie, you're the alone one I know who bends the filters on cigarettes and pinches the remnant together. I spotted it first about three engagement ago. Your filters were in my ashtray each time I woke up in a pool of cum. The second time, I was sure it was you, but when I got out of bed this morning, there it was again. You've been filling my old kitty every sentence I come family drunk. wellspring, son, if you want some tonight, I get to bask it, too."
She slipped her top off and stood. My brain was frozen as her big knocker swayed in front of me while she stepped out of her scanty. I raised my pelvic arch so she could pull my exertion pants off. When she saw my concentrated cock standing at care, she gave it a nimble kiss and straddled me. She had no problem sliding down on ol'Fat Boy, and offering her brown teat to me.
phonograph needle to say, I popped my nut case in LE than two minutes. She didn't have a prospect to taunt long enough to birth an orgasm, but she assured me the nighttime was young… and there were many, many nights to come.
Mom stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. As she sat beside me, cleaning up her cunt, she spoke up,"You asked about your dad, earlier ; I hope you don't mind that I pull on your putz while I tell you some affair. In fact, whenever you get ready for Sir Thomas More pussy, we'll pack a open frame from the story."
Mom reminded me that her female parent was killed long before I was born. Grandpa was a crabbed ol'bastard and made Mom start sucking his cock when she was still very Young,"He'd grab hands full of my haircloth and pressure me to gag as I swallowed his filthy slews. Eventually, he started fucking me, too, but blow jobs were his favorite way to humble me. He'd tell me that adult female were made for sucking, fucking and having sister. I was scared of him and never told him ‘ no ’. There's no telling how many metre I've thanked the powers above that he never got me pregnant. He finally fell short one Nox, while his hawkshaw was in my mouth. I never want you to hate me, like I hated my dad."
I couldn't remember if I had ever kissed my mother's lips or not. I leaned over and pulled her naked body to mine. We kissed… we kissed over and over. My hands roamed her firm dead body while hers stroked my hammer. She lay back on the couch and tugged me into place. Her legs scatter and my severe putz sank into her. God, she felt so good…
Once we finished that circle, in which I'm proud to say, I gave her two climax ; Mom told me that she had kicked Dad out of the planetary house,"Blow job are not my dearie affair to do, but I didn't brain giving headspring to your dad once in a piece. The world-class time he got rough and forced me to gag, I warned him not to do it again ; I'd had enough of that bull with my own dad.
"Then he came home pissed off about something at work. He tore my clothes off and forced me onto the bed. He stabbed his dick at my sassing various time, so I gave up, opened up and took him in. When he jammed it down my throat and held it, I couldn't breathe. I hit his balls as hard as I could, then when he screamed, hit me and pulled back, I got a break swing and hit him firmly.
"I had to make love a cop friend of mine, but he kicked your dad's ass all over the parking lot. He's never been in this theatre since."
In the hold up ten months, Mom and I have spent every night together. When she's on her full stop, she blows me and smiles when it's over. We love each other, and treat each other like man and wife. I hope that never changes .