Good Golly, Mrs mama !

by DiscipleN


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You know how it is, when it 's your birthday, and you 've unwrapped your presents, and you blow out the candles on your birthday cake, and everyone wish you 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! !', and they sing songs and swat your behind, except everyone is only your mother, and you want to screw 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 blinking hand bag. When you consider what happened next, you would n't care either !

'' Dear, would you please bring my deal bag ? '' Mother smiled. She wiped a big ball of whipped ointment from the corner of her sassing and licked her finger. `` Just believe, in a couple yr, we 'll be capable to keep with something more potent than chocolate cake and ice pick. ``

'' 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 pack contentedness.

'' I 'm so glad you took that home economics course of study, your cake is pleasant-tasting ! '' She was kind not to mention that whipped cream was an unusual frosting for coffee cake. She continued to mine her bag. `` Here we go. '' Mother pulled her helping hand out of her feminine rucksack and held up a condom.

'' Do you acknowledge what this is ? '' She gave me a rear look.

'' Yeah mom, it 's a golosh. '' What 'd she think, that I was out of the iteration of ninety nine percent of my senior high school, like fundamentalist christians who are n't allowed to use the letter'x'in showcase they might import a frightful, three letter word with it ?

'' Oh, pooh. '' Mom instantly sulked. `` I know we should consume had this talk Sooner, but now that you know, I guess you 'll be wanting to push back the car.

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

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

To this staggering remark, I said cipher. 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 look Loretta Young man. What if you got into an accident ? The family Desoto would be ruined, and your father would n't be able-bodied to convert to act. Why, he 'd hold to take up the bus like one of those wretched, unfortunate blackamoor. ``

'Negroes ?'I pushed my chairwoman back and seriously considered defecation in my pants. the pits, blacken guys in the school 's reckoner club would serve my ass for tri-tip if I ever called them Negroes. And as for a Desoto, was n't he a latino middleweight ?

I burst out laughing. `` Right mom. That 's a in force one. ``

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

My wholehearted laugh 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 endorse 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 plenty. Do n't blank out to engage your present tense. ``

Out of sheer incredulity, I stood up, snaffle my giving certificate for Wal-Mart and my three new Gamera DVDs, walked out, up the stairs, and into my room.

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

I woke up, heard mom showering, and waited in my bed until she 'd will our lavatory. My mind drifted, trying to imagine my mother 's business firm pelvic arch and quart sized breasts, their nipples swollen, water sweeping soap suds down her magniloquent, slim fig. I grabbed my bloomer and gave it a Hardy wanking, wondering if mother ever wanked her, as I imagined it, puffed out clit. It 's a peachy way to set about the day and qualifying time while the bathroom was occupied.

After my own rain shower, I met mom in the kitchen. She kissed me on the impudence and wished me glad 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 grain than party whip up nut florentine. We compromised and had scrambled ball with my special hash browns.

Yeah, I got plenty of kidding taking a dwelling Ec. course of instruction, but a couple girls went out of their way to help me, although I admit I was n't so brave 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 bar. I could call up of nothing abnormal about my mom this morning.

I gave my mom a list of ingredients to pick up at the memory board. She would get together me at noon, and I 'd use the schooltime 's kitchen after my course of instruction. I already had permit. I did n't particularly like our own kitchen oven, it had a nasty use of dropping 30 degrees in the midriff of a two hour chateaubriant.

When she met me at high noon, she handed over an ice chest with all those yummy coffee cake ingredients. She had n't spared any expense, foodie burnt umber sauce, dutch cocoa powder, bittersweet drinking chocolate chips, organic flour, Milk River, testicle, butter, whipping cream, cane sugar, and real vanilla infusion. Mom helped me lug the chest to the school kitchen closet. It did n't fit my locker.

'' safe fortune, Hank. I 'm glad I wo n't be around to roll in the hay it up by accident. '' Mom grinned. She was totally competent as an jet engine car-mechanic, but she employed kitchen tools with the same 'big wrench'attitude as her work tools.

There was nothing odd about mom at luncheon clip. The first base grief in my day came from an unexpected commission. When the school day bell finally rang, I dashed to the kitchen eager to craft some rich hot chocolate cake. I could sample the tender goodness, smell the warm, intoxicating olfactory property in my head. It would be a long postponement while it baked.

It turned out to be a very long postponement. There, standing around the open closet and opened ice chest were six guys from the hockey team. Their mouths were covered with dark sauce, and they pulled on the milk cartonful like they were partying at a kegger.

'' What the shag ! That was presuppose to be my birthday bar. '' I screamed at them. I did n't recognise I had it in me.

The self-aggrandising one of them looked my way and chuckled. `` happy natal day twerp. You 're receive 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 present them more. I stood there simultaneously maddened and ossify with awe.

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

'' Loser, we 're suspensor. When we see an opportunity, we take it. Malcolm spied you lugging the chest in here and overheard you say chocolate to that old all-encompassing. Your mum, eh ? Not a bad looker for soul who had a boy as ugly as you. ``

The door slammed behind me, my body quivering from their threatening subtext. Egg bloodless dripped down my nose. I think I had a fit then. The immediate afterward is a fuzz in my memory. I jumped up and hollered, cursing them. I cursed myself more. After washing my head in a sink I took armoury of what was left : three eggs, whipping ointment, butter, and a sack of flour evidently used in a game of taking into custody. Even the vanilla bottle was missing. One of them must feature been capable to say the word alcohol on the recording 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 adhesive friction. In the far corner of the same closet I found a cardboard box of old nutrient stuffs.

Most schools do n't declare oneself cooking social class anymore, but Mammoth H.S. was as ho-hum to transfer as it 's mascot. The clobber I discovered must make been collected over the old age, thing that normally would n't go bad. Baking sodium carbonate, dark blue bean, diverse spices ( probably flavorless ), dried mushroom, powdered wampum, and a few box mixture for stuffing, baking chicken, and flavoring sloppy joes. At the very bottom, I noticed an ancient looking logotype for `` aunty Rocker 's fiend 's food for thought Cake ''. It was an old box mix for chocolate cake.

The engagement tender on it ... inferno, there was n't a day of the month seal on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I did n't care. Two hours later, I returned domicile, set up to celebrate my birthday. The solitary thing that bugged me was, female parent did n't seem to notice the difference between one of my modern oven marvel and this trite image to a char 's berth in the home base. She had two portion. I carved a narrow fade but could n't swallow more than a few bites of it 's sawdust like eubstance. I begged baker 's snacking as an excuse for being broad. I did notice mom 's special portion of whipped pick and ice cream with each slice. Perhaps she was just being polite.

That 's when she pulled out the safety. Shit, I exclaimed to myself as I entered my room. I poisoned my own female parent with fossilized cake mix ! All those chemical substance stabilizers and texturizers and hokey flavor and colors must have combined into a hella-psychoactive drug ! I 'd better call the doctor !

right, and enjoin her what ? ma 's acting like a sourpuss ? She 's delirious, under the influence of bad cake ? I 'd hate the see the doc 's bill for that emergency phone call. All I could do was sit on my bed and cross my fingers, hoping her immune system would fight down off the chemicals.

A distich 60 minutes later, tedium and a true worry about my mother forced me out of my elbow room. I had n't heard a peep from mom since she 'd regularise me to leave. I found her in the living 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 father must be delayed at work. '' She patted my human knee and tried to look consoling.

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

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

Eventually, I started to get horny. This is not as laughable as it sounds. If I did n't get horny at to the lowest degree three times a day, I 'd find like my hormonal correspondence had begun it 's retard decay into middle-age.

I found myself staring at my mother 's tits. She still had n't moved. I fingered the growing tent in my pants, trying to force it flat behind the slide fastener. When she did n't hold posting, I took a practiced face. I leaned in finisher, trying to see through her top. Was that a pinch of a dark traffic circle behind her bra ? My fingering became a abstemious tapping. The cock in my pants had begun it 's death March. I knew I 'd have to fumble a wad soon, or I 'd be in drab nut Hell. Mother did n't move a muscle.

I touched her arm, but she did n't react. Her skin felt terribly strong, as if she were running a feverishness. I placed the book binding of my hand to her forehead. It was hot. I felt a light sweat on her brow. I noticed her face glistening like a perfect, porcelain doll. I could n't resist. I reached my arm around behind her and brushed the far position of her covered breast. My peter did a dance in my pants, but it did n't pip. I was n't that close. I felt her move then. She looked up first and then at my invading handwriting. Then her head swiveled back and her centre met mine.

'' Oh love, I have a severe concern. Maybe we can do this another sentence. '' That said, she smiled, stood up, and walked away, up the step to her bedroom. I was the one who did n't prompt then. My idea was flooded with unbelievable melodic theme, 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 respective hardy jerks on my cocksucker, I shot fourteen tablespoons of sperm into the carpet.

The adjacent morning, I was able to get into the cascade first. When I went down to the kitchen, mother was n't anywhere below. Inferno, she 's going to be previous for employment. I had almost forgotten the night before. I raced upstairs to her sleeping accommodation and pounded on the room access !

'' Hhuhnn ? '' I heard a washy reply. I turned the knob and opened the threshold just a gap. female parent was lying in bed, arms and peg askew, her partially opened doll and shirt clung half on to her eubstance. My pecker instantly responded. I stepped inside. `` Mom ? Are you okay ? ``

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

'' I 'll get you some ibuprofen. '' I rushed back to the toilet and pulled the nursing bottle from a shelf. I filled a rinse glass and brought them both to her. I had to feed the tablets into her sass and withstand the shabu up to her lips. I sneaked another peek at her thorax. There really were dark circle visible through her bra.

'' My arms feel like dead weights, and my stomach is fluttering. How much did I imbibe lowest night ? ``

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

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

'' You do n't think of ? ``

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

'' I-I had a g-great time, mom. You just got a piffling carried away. '' I improvised. Some of those estimate from utmost night were filtering back into my head. All of them had to do with what she 'd said. 'Maybe we can do this another clock 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 of late for work. You 'd better scram to school. I 'll be fine. Just grab something quick for dejeuner, and I 'll see you tonight. Have a expectant day, my grown boy. '' She smiled then, quite unaware that I was growing gravid lengths in the presence of her disarray clothing. I could even see a quoin of her White River cotton step-in. Only with great regret did I leave mom and rush off to school. Before I left, I checked the icebox to make trusted the relief of the cocoa bar had been saved. It had.

I returned home, I swear, before the school Vanessa Stephen finished ringing. At beginning I thought I 'd entered the legal injury theater. A coat wheel I 'd never seen before greeted me at the door. There were garden pink throw pillows on the sofa, and several orderly course of collector dinner shell had been attached to the far bulwark. The berth was spotless. We never lived in squalidness, but the estimable you could call mom 's and my modus vivendi would be 'casual'. The furniture was rearranged, and there were formative liners on the recliner and couch. Whoa, what form of maid inspection and repair had mom hired this calendar month ?

I entered in a bewildered fog, not paying attention to subtle auditory sensation and smells emanating from the kitchen. My home had shifted into the jump dimension of some black and white situation comedy ! I hung my backpack on the coat rack and took off my wind-breaker. I let it come down to the story. The front threshold remained open behind me.

'' beloved, are you home ? '' Mother sang tunefully from the kitchen. Then the smell hit me.

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

'' It 's fish. Friday is fried fish, remember ? ``

She must have been trying to make oceanic abyss fried sushi from rusted bathroom of tunny cat food for thought. mother appeared, smiling, at the room access. A frilly dress with plait and bed covered her from shoulder joint to ankles. It 's pastel super acid clashed with the living room 's cryptical purple, oriental rug. She stepped over to me quickly and planted a solid peck on my cheek.

'' It 's been a long day without the man around the sign. But I managed to fill the sentence. How was your day, hon ? ``

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

Mom gave me a surprise look. `` Oh, I guess you caught me, ha ha. I doubt Hank likes the cake he made. What could compare to a mother 's home cooking ? I wondered why he did n't cut a cut before he ran out this break of the day. I figured it was fair game after that. ``

Hank ? Third person ? What was I, tuna fish ? The smell was oppressing my ability to call up clearly.

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

'' You must be famished after a hard day at the office, pathetic thing. I 'll get your slippers while you sit and relax. How about an additional dry martini ? '' My female parent kept smiling cheerfully as she darted around the way, patting the recliner, checking the closet for carpet slipper 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 recognise its master. `` I made you your favorite, honey, tuna casserole with American cheeseflower. ``

Oh bastard, she thought I was her married man ! ( Not my father, but some false image of a husband. ) Oh screw. Crap ! What am I going to ... Oh ... PING ! ! ! Oh ?

Now my brain had something to aid fight the nasty odor in the sign of the zodiac. That something was my erect stopcock ! The epiphany which hit me then convinced me that my hugger-mugger lust 's time had come. As the husband of a properly obedient wife, I could save my own scenarios and mother would be my inspired actress.

'' Um, do n't bother with the booze, er, honey. I 'll just sit and think, while you finish in the kitchen. '' I took my place in our plush lounger. The charge card immediately molded to my back and clung to every column inch of display skin. Right away, it made me itch.

Mother knelt down before me and began untying the lacing on my sneakers. I could see her cleavage, her wax backtalk, her upbeat centre. I lost it then. My putz could take only so a great deal. I unzipped my drawers and fished out it 's replete length through my jockey shorts.

mother looked up and immobilize. What was this ?

If I had guessed right, sex was n't even a thought in her fountainhead. It never existed before the sixty, at least in her intellect. How could she object to something that was morally neutral ? If holding up a condom was her entire public lecture about human gender, then she was begging for some serious written report. Holy Writ of immense wisdom returned to me from the late day, 'When you see an opportunity, take it .'

I took.

I took my mom 's surprised head with its opened lip and planted it over my starchy get it on tool !

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

I began using her head teacher to masturbate my pulsing cock. It was indicate sentence ! I was so hornlike and jubilant at my audacity, I did n't turn over the thousand unpleasant and even dangerous mode my female parent could react.

For the first ten or so hammer of her face to my bastard, she remained wintry. She began to melt as I continued to have sex my cock into her jaws. Her rima oris buffer and her tongue began to clobber the under-shaft. The tip of it tickled my balls at full phase of the moon insertion.

'' That 's right mom, get a good taste sensation of your boy 's cock. He 's had a tough day at schoolhouse. '' I stopped acting like her complex quantity husband on purpose. I wanted to hump my mom as her son, no matter how psychedelically her brain had been fried. My pelvic arch pushed more shaft into mother 's mouth.

I felt her school principal move on it 's own will. Her plump lips seared across my slam quickening its pulse, my pulse. My script relaxed and there we were fully engaged in severe pumping and suction, metre ticking down swifter and swifter. My balls lurched and churned. brawniness contracted and sperm leapt.

'' Oh, mom, do n't let go. Swallow it, every shot, thaaaa, uuunnnggghhhh ! Aaaaahhhhhggg ! ! '' Vulcanized cum blasted from my dick and seared her pharynx. Jet after jet scored into her mouth. mother 's sass sucked and gulped, my full cock poured its cumload down to her belly, jerking over and over until muscular tissue failed and balls ran dry. I held her nous and gasped for breathing space. I could hear air bellow out of her nostrils. She could barely breathe.

pulling my softening cock from her mouth, I told her, `` You 're a looker, love. '' It was the first corny note I could remember from 'My Three silk hat'or whatever that appearance was called.

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

'' Dinner will be quick in five minutes. '' She reassured me.

In five minutes, my tool would be fix. I eventually wandered into the kitchen and took my place at the head of the tabular array. The solid food was dreadful ! Imagine tunny Pisces the Fishes mixed with mayonnaise stirred into half cooked pasta and dried peas. Now add a level of artificial yellow pavement across the top and you end up with broken utensils and no appetite. The green beans on the side were brown and schmalzy. The white potato vine could have been used as a wheel block, and the milk, even the frigging Milk tasted it like it had been pissed in.

'' What did you do with the milk, mom ? '' I asked as I ran to the cesspool to redden the rest down the sink, gargle the looking glass, and fill it. Sink weewee tasted proficient 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 develop supper. ``

'' Right after dejeuner. Are you set for dessert ? ``

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

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

'' Oh beloved, 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 charred whipped cream. I despaired to the point of tears as I set the smoking one-half dress circle of cake on the counter.

mother reached me and began to cool my blister finger with the butter.

Paying her no mind, I took a knife and scraped off the oxford gray coat. To my Brobdingnagian relief, the cake beneath was fine. `` Um, mom ? ``

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

'' Let 's save the cake for tomorrow. '' I hugged her then. My lips found hers and kissed them fully. I even tried to stick my tongue into her mouth. My cock was ready for stave two.

mother pulled away from me, and she slapped me playfully on the berm. `` Really, honey you ought to behave. I have such a head ache. Maybe we can do this another sentence. ''

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


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The next morning, I could n't tell if mom was unfit off for the drug. She had looked so scourge the day before.

'' Mom are you all right ? ``

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

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

She swatted my hands away. `` I 'm not decent sport, better clear out. How could I have gotten so wasted a second base day in a row. Did I even go into work yesterday ? ``

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

'' Sick on a weekend ? crud. Better stay crystallize, Hank. I would n't want you to trance this thing. There 's a rolls-royce turbojet on afterburner incinerating the interior of my skull.

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

'' My mouth feels like it sucked co ..., er mess, all nighttime long. I do n't want anything. spend a penny yourself something. '' Then voiced, `` Maybe a shower is the aright thing. ``

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

When the rain shower turned off, I gave mom ten minutes to dry herself and dress. I returned to her doorway and knocked.

'' look better ? ``

'' A piddling bit. ``

I opened the doorway and peered in.

'' Hey ! Do n't come in ! ``

There was my mom. She 'd just put on her panties and was fumbling with her bra. Her soft tits hung off her dresser like two humble cantaloup. No wonderment I was in lust with my mother. I associated skinny tits with anorectic and fat tits with either obesity or silicone polymer. Mom 's were perfect for me, her nipples were also sized in glowering moderation. That was all I could harvest before pulling back behind the door.

My stopcock raged to impact them. `` Hey mom, maybe a quick collation before you begin your day. '' Without looking inside again, I set down on the carpet, the saucer I had been carrying and slid it through the opening. I placed a fresh glass of Milk, from a new carton, just inside the door.

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

'' Yeah, mom, I even made impertinent whipped cream. The original ointment did n't keep very well. '' I had more cream waiting for her, inside my pants.

'' You did n't have to trouble yourself. My tum is still kinda queazy. ``

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

'' Oh, maybe just a raciness. A little cabbage might stimulate my appetite. I tell you every time you 're sick of that a short food go on your metabolism firm. It 's time to take my own advice. ``

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

For the kickoff time, I would be able-bodied to value how long the cake took to invoke it 's upshot. I doubted I could look very long without grabbing my dick and shooting a few ropes of cum through my mother 's threshold, but I steeled myself for the effort.

It took exactly XV minutes.

'' Hank, you 'd better not be late for schooling again, or I 'll deliver to have a talk with your teacher ! Do n't forget to make for your reputation straight to me. I 'll have a adept waiting for every'A'. ''

It was all I needed to discover. She was back to living a five day week. I rushed inside the sleeping accommodation. She stood radiant in her blue, pink flower bespeckled, house dress. Even her hair had magically transformed itself into a jam bouffant. I tackled her in the middle of her room and drove her back down upon the bed.

'' What in mercifulness 's name ? '' She cried out.

I fumbled for my cock, pushing my knickers down my peg. I straightened up and gave her a good look at my rearing organ.

Just like the former Night, she froze, this time scatter eagle across her bed, legs dangling over the side. I lifted her dress above her thighs and revealed her white panty. 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 cunt, but it did n't slip in. She was dry. Reaching between us, I aimed my dick where I thought cunt was, and I thrust myself inside her.

'' Ooowww ! Hank, are you trusted you 're not going to be lately for schooling ! ``

'' Mom, you sure may be of late for your period of time ! '' I answered with a holler and fucked hard hammer into unwilling pussy. It was hard on me too. Her dry puss scoured my penis, but I did n't care. I was finally fucking my mother.

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

'' That 's okeh, dear. I 'll clean up the mess in the kitchen. You just run along. ``

I was running, running my engorged mother fucker inside and out of the maw where I was born. My lust tug me like a sprinter. I could sense her twat passage begin to lubricate. Her tender folds massaged my tool like no mouth ever could. Our frictioning tissues were soon bathed in momma cunt juice and son prickle pre-cum.

'' This is nifty mom ! I 'm fucking you so great ! '' I could n't believe it. I was raping my own mother, and she did n't have a hint about what I was doing to her. Whatever that bar had, it was better than any appointment rape drug I 'd ever heard of. My rooster plunged with hilarity. My body was already sweating and twitching. My nerves ramped up their pleasure strength faster than ever.

'' Yes, you go right-hand ahead and call for your things. Do you take ma to drive you to school ? '' I felt her pushing back with her hips. cunt sucked peter deeper with every thrust. `` Oh dear, what 's that ? '' My mother suddenly cried out. Her son knew before she did.

My unanimous physical structure detected the first spasms of her own instinctive reaction. She was getting quick to boast too. If only I could make it last, but my long stifle lecherousness could be delayed no far.

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

My cock was bursting to plant seed into its place of line. I could palpate the Wave of my orgasm rush up from my prick and down from my brain, filling my arms and legs and exploding out from my center.

'' I 'm cumming, mom, I 'm UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ! ! ! COMMMING ! ! ! ! '' My cum rushed out from my balls and blasted the walls of her cunt, forcing jism through the fleur-de-lis of her neck.

'' Huh-HUH, UUUHHHGGG, 'urry up, son ! ! ! '' She screamed then. I could feel her pussy catching and sucking each shock of incestuous cream into her uterus. `` We do n't need to be LAAAAHHHH-ate ! '' Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me hard against her tits.

Even as I continued to cum, I was tearing at the top of her garb, revealing her bra and working to let go her tits. I sucked on them like a mad motherfucker.

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

'' I think you should nurse on my dick. '' I stopped engorging my face on her tits and crawled up over her undone household dress. When my knees reached her shoulders, I fed wet meat into her bewildered afirmament. She sucked.

We spent total day worshiping my cock. I fucked, sucked, blew, screwed, and spewed into my gorgeous female parent until she was black and blue. I shot load after load of salty, hot emollient into her baby maker until my balls went numb from the sweat and my cock could n't hold more than than an inch upright.

The future morning was the Same, except she woke up with an even spoilt headache and had bruises all over her body. I told her she needed to see a Doctor. I lied to her about an appointee, but before we left I offered her another slice of bar. We never made it out the door. In fact I even convinced her I was the be sick one, and she wrote an excuse to be absent from school for a altogether week.

The day after the showtime rape of my mother, I eased back my ardor and was more careful about leaving taleteller Gospel According to Mark. I did leave my day 's production of incestuous spermatozoon in her belly.

We repeated our little period of play every day for the relief of the week. I did n't try to shaft myself. I cut the like size of it of patty slicing each fourth dimension. It was going to run out eventually, and I did n't need her to be only one-half drugged. She had every rightfulness to haul my ass off to jug and presume my cellmates to plant their seed inside me. Oh no !

When the net cut was consumed and consummated, I went back to a strict dieting of whacking off but with undecomposed memory to cum over. It took a couple hebdomad before I could bear to strike the bar phonograph record out of the fridge. ( I told you our firm was n't the tidiest. )

female parent was writing something in her worker 's maintenance journal at the kitchen table. I could n't block up myself. I set the platter on the counter and walked up behind her. I reached around her waist to cup her tits, wanting to rub down them one endure time.

mother spun around, and she slapped my face, hard ! `` Hank ! We may be in a fairly resign thinking, mod universe, but everything has it 's limits. '' She scolded me sternly. That 's when I knew it was over. I took the empty cake plate to the swallow hole. Mother shook her head. She probably felt bad about having to oppose so harshly.

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

'' No, I 'm good-for-naught, mom. '' I interrupted her as I scraped crumbs into a sealable sandwich bag. `` I can make a better cake than this one. '' I sneaked the bag into my pocket. Tonight I 'd veil them far in the back of the deep freezer. `` Who knows mom ? When I begin college next year, maybe I 'll take all sorts of secrets in organic chemistry. ''