This happened a long time ago ... and probably would experience never happened if my dad had n't travelled so much and my mom was n't as beautiful as she was ... is.

I was 19. She was 37, petite, beautiful, farseeing silky red hair that framed the blench skin of her human face perfectly. She had lentigo that broke like a rusty galaxy across her upturned nozzle and high cheeks. I was the orchard apple tree of her eye, her only child. Yes, she doted on me. I was solid, smart and very popular in High School ... I was now carving out my place as a leader among the fledgling at the minuscule, private college I went to in Peoria. Nothing remotely sexual had ever bubbled up between us. She was mom. I was son. That bounds had never been challenged, until this night.

Dad was on the road again. My mother, Del, sat adjacent to me on the couch watching a fairly scary motion picture. She was wearing this night dress of her 's that was not very revealing, but showcased her consistency in a very wholesome, yet erotic light. She had drank nearly a bottle of red wine by herself as the film crept along. Even though I was only 19, she and my dad was okay with my drinking a few beers here and there, but tonight I had picked up a bottle of Lophophora williamsii. What she did n't be intimate was that I had picked up a bit of a coke habit at school day, and in between the tiresome scenes of the repulsion picture, I was sneaking into the bathroom to do a bump or two.

I was getting hump up.

Sitting future to her, I started seeing her as a woman ... .not just as my mom. I could see her mammilla pushing up against the fabric of her night shirt. Her hair was hanging across her look and, suddenly, it looked so sultry, so glossy, so thick. Her eyes were locked on the cover of the t.v., following every twist in the plot.

I casually raised my deal and took a long lank of her hair in my hand.

'' Mom, `` I said, `` You want to hear something strange I learned about girls at school ? '' I began rotating my helping hand, coiling the length of her whisker around my fist.

'' Sure. I can only ideate what you 've been learning from those loose woman. '' She replied.

'' Sluts ? Why do you address them sluts ? '' I laughed.

'' Instagram, SnapChat, twitter ; they all compete for followers and set up to do anything to get them, '' she added. `` They 've objectified themselves. All they care about is whether or not someone finds them attractive enough to hit, `` follow. ``

Her eyes had been darting back and Forth River from me to the television system screen as she said this. Gleaming, dark dark eyes jumping from me to the movie. I now had her hairsbreadth tightly wrapped around my paw by the fourth dimension she finished her diatribe regarding my distaff class fellow. She had no idea where my head was. Had no estimate how the peyote had seeped into the disconsolate recesses of my brain. Had no idea where I was going with the conversation.

'' You 're right wing about all that, mom, but that was n't what I was talking about. I 've learned that some charwoman hate to stimulate their hair touched, and others like to own it pulled. '' And with that, I jerked my hand around in such a way, that I could feel most of her hair cinch more tightly around my fist. `` Which type are you, mom ? Do you freak out out when individual touches her tomentum, or do you like it pulled, like a scalp massage ? ``

'' Ouch, Michael ... .be a little more mollify. '' Her head fell forward then as I tightened my hold. My left hand joined my right field, and together began to gently tighten her red braid very tight.

'' I 'll be aristocratic mom, but enjoin me, do you like the way that spirit ? '' I asked, feeling the Mezcal and cocaine surging through my nous. Her hair felt like ropes of silk in my hands. Fuck. I felt line surging to my cock. Stiffening beneath the harmless cotton of my sweatpants.

'' Any fair sex would like that kind of massage, Michael, if it was done gently- ''

I twisted my hand, pulling her fuzz more tightly around my paw. `` I 'm not talking about gently, mom. I 'm saying that some girls hate having their hairsbreadth pulled in any way, and others ca n't get enough of it. '' I pulled my hands up so that her brass was point with my own. I was drunk, and I was looking into my my mother 's aphrodisiac eyes, glowing blue from the light of the t.v.

'' I 've learned that those that like to take their whisker pulled, like to be pushed into affair. Forced into affair. '' When I twisted my helping hand this time, there was no piazza for her hair to go. `` I 've learned that when a girl feels that she has no alternative, she can be led to do anything, mom. '' I turned her face to count at my genital organ which was now very conceited. `` They ca n't blame themselves, they have to be directions when their hair is pulled this tight. '' I forced her face down to my turncock, `` They are not responsible for their own natural action, mom, they have to do what they are told. '' I pulled my mother 's face down to my lap, and rubbed her cheek against my insanely hard cock. `` When I do this to them, mom, they do n't put up much of a fight. They let me do this. ``

The mescal and coke were hitting me now very hard. I angled her sassing to the gibbousness in my trouser, and then pressed down, making her `` kiss '' my cock, from the base, all the way up to the tip. `` Why do they let me do that, mom ? Why do they let me push them to imbibe my cock. '' I turned her face back up to receive my center, while I quickly untied the bowed stringed instrument of my pants, letting my cock free. The ray of light and head reared up suddenly, literally blocking her cheek from me. Precum was streaming from the tip and running down the spear in thick, well-defined rivlets. I tightened my handle on her hairsbreadth and raised her foreland up so that I could look her in the eye.

'' You know what I think, mom ? I think you 're one of those young lady who likes to have her hair pulled. That 's what I think. '' She met my eyes but said cypher. Did not resist. Did not crusade. Even when I released one of my hands out of her pilus, and pushed my finger onto her chin ... opening her mouth. This hump squawk, I thought, she is going to wassail a lot of cum tonight. I slid just the very tip of my hammer into her mouth and felt her tongue swirl along the head, lapping up my precum. I saw the head of my cock disappear between her sass, along with practically of the ray. I could see her optic clearly now. I pulled her down further. I could feel the point of my prick jut against the back of her throat ... but I was n't stopping there. I saw her eyebrows hike as I pushed her head down on my cock and felt it pop through her gullet and into the satin warmth of her throat. She never said a word ... well, she couldn't.

I can not tell you how amazing it feels to have your orchis bottom out against your beautiful mother 's bottom lip. Or the feeling when you pull your tool back and feel the pop of the question of your stopcock leaving her throat. And the feel of discombobulation, terror and surrender as you tighten your grip in her whisker and pull up her back to you, feeling the squishy nous penetrate her throat over and over again. I can not tell you how unmanageable it is to keep yourself from cumming as you fuck your mother 's throat. I could n't block up myself. All my senses were on overload and I felt my peter preparing to open the overflow gates. I pulled my peter out of her throat so that only the tip was lodged between her beautiful sassing, and I came. Staring into her oculus, I felt my body clench in scented torment with each volley of cum I released into her rima oris. Felt her mouth oeuvre on me, swallowing each rope of cum I fed to her. We all have that list of the 10 best coming we 've ever had ... this ranks at the very top to this day.

I was not shy. I did not avoid her after this happened. Most of the time, all I had to do was lie my hand on shoulder joint and she would float down to her knees, her mouth open and ready to serve me. But, sometimes, I had to wrap her fuzz around my clenched fist and force play her to her knees. I think she liked that best.

My dad returned domicile a few mean solar day later. They went to bed. I was in my room drinking and doing lines. Around 3:00 am, I crept into their chamber naked and heavy. I raised the continental quilt and slid under it, wedging myself between my mother 's legs. I raped her then. Laying next to my founder. She tried to twist away, but I was already trench inside her. `` plosive. '' I whispered in her ear. I felt her knees raise and part, my peter sunk just a little deeper inside. I covered her lips with my own, and felt her tongue sliding board into my backtalk. `` Dirty woman of the street. '' I thought. I fucked her then. Slow. deep. Hard. We came at the Same meter. I felt my female parent 's pussy contract around my cock and I filled her with my cum. My god. She became such a slattern for me. She likes to have her tomentum pulled. She never said a word ...