Jill Strasburg stood in her Logos'drive and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the aim sitting in front of her sons'garage doorway. Saint Matthew stood on the front stoep and watched his mother ; he knew the import she had stopped walking from her car to the movement door what had happened. He had forgotten and left the wheel out. Shit, matte thought, I should have put the damn thing in the garage.

With a sigh the twenty-seven year old walked down the pavement to his mother. He could secern by her expression she was not very happy right field now.

'' Yes mom '' matte said. `` It 's a motorcycle. ``

'' You know how I feel about these matter '' his mother continued to scowl.

'' I know '' lusterlessness sighed. `` flavor, I wear a helmet, I took every safety path. '' He told his female parent. `` I 'm twenty-seven mom, and I LIKE riding OK. ''

Jill sighed heavily. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his physical appearing reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing blue heart and broad shoulders, along with his strong embrace when they met were constant reminders of the want of aid her husband had been giving her for almost the last year.

But this ... a motorcycle ... he knew how a lot she hated these affair. The idea of him riding about unprotected sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

'' I see people every day come through the emergency room mangled from these things '' Jill said as she turned to her son.

She tried not to stare at his chest as the shirtless young man stood beside her. She had to get a suitcase on herself, she realized. This was her son for God 's sake.

'' Look '' Matt said, stepping closer. `` The only way to put your mind at ease is to try it. ``

'' Try it ? '' Jill asked confused. His nearness made his cologne fulfil her nostrils. The smell of his elbow grease mixed with aftershave made her head tailspin. She tried to clear her thoughts.

Her son reached forward and plucked two helmets from the posterior of the motorcycle. He extended one towards his mother.

'' Let me show you why Katie likes it so lots '' Matt chuckled.

Katie was her Logos'most late girlfriend. One in a string her had changed over the terminal few eld. Each lasting no more than six months at full his mother knew. What had struck the forty-eight class old cleaning lady was the uncanny resemblance the last three had to her own self.

All three had been over thirty at least, they all had soft shoulder length red hair like herself, and most of import all three had been rather well endowed in the boob department. For Jill, her 38D 's were something she had always been proud of, especially the fact that there had been little sag as the geezerhood had crept up on her.

The thought of some adult female crouched on this matter, clutching her son from behind, sent a twinge through her torso. She shook her head to crystallise the thought process, it could n't be jealousy.

Matt took her head movement as a continued refusal, but he pushed forward regardless. Leaning in he slipped the helmet over his mothers, headway and then slipped his own on.

'' Matt ... '' Jill tried to dissent. She watched as he swung one leg over and then flipped a key, the rumble of the engine filling the air. She sighed ; he was n't going to take on a refusal.

With resignation she climbed on behind her son, reasoning a straightaway run around the pulley, and then she could restart her tirade about motorcycles. As her leg slid over the seat, one thing became instantly obvious ; the short-change summer skirt she was wearing was not the best option for a motorcycle. She felt the hem sloping trough up her thighs, and then was startled when her panty clad pussy came in contact with the leather seat.

'' beloved ... '' she tried to say.

'' Hang on mom '' matte 's voice crackled in her ear. She looked up surprised.

'' Yeah, we have two-party mics in the helmet so we can still utter '' her son laughed.

Before she could even respond, she felt the bike start to hustle down the private road. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her sons'bare torso, as she leaned into him, feeling her breasts press firmly against his backrest. His fragrance almost made her head teacher swim again.

As mat opened the gas, Jill felt a unequalled sensation. The vibration from the engine right below their seat went straight through the leather and right into her over hot up pubes. It sent a tingling sensation that caused her juices to start to leak into the cotton panel of her panties.

'' OH God '' she moaned as Matt opened the bike up even more, forgetting Matt could hear her.

'' Great is n't it '' Matt enthused over the haphazardness in her helmet. `` What a feeling. ``

'' You have no idea '' his mother moaned as the thrum of the automobile sent shudder through her now pulsing clit.

'' Want to bet '' his spokesperson filled her ears. `` You 're wet as snake pit right now, are n't you ? ``

'' Levi ! '' his mother exclaimed. `` That is not something you say to your mother. ``

'' No, it is n't '' Matts'voice filled her capitulum. `` But it is to a hot and sexy womanhood riding behind me. ``

Jill could n't oppress the quiver that rippled through her. That her son thought of her as hot and sexy created a sudden gush of fluids against the lenient leather.

Matt knew exactly what his mother was feeling right now. He could n't tell her how many char had experienced the same physical reply to his motorcycle she was. His nous swirled, dreams since he was a teenager came to his mind. Should he ? With a quick banked routine, he headed them up the on ramp and towards the highway, opening the throttle valve even more.

Oh my God, Jill thought. He has to turn back ... or something she never dreamed of was going to take place, and very soon. The yearlong drought of inattention from her hubby, coupled with the constant vibrations coursing through her, was turning into a hot grayback deep in her belly very quickly.

'' See if you like this Mom '', Matt told her.

Then, Jill watched in revulsion as they edged closer to the berm. Her clench tightened on him as she thought they were going to crash.

'' Ohhh Matthew ... please. '' she keened softly.

St. Matthew the Apostle steered the motorcycle on to the rumble slip along the side of the highway.

Suddenly, her whole world exploded in white heat, as the motorcycle roared through steady gibbosity. The intense rhythmical bouncing drove the seat oceanic abyss between her wooden leg like a wedge, grinding her clit against the leather. The intense vibrations caused a bolt to rocket straight from her now throbbing clitoris, slamming through her hardened teat, and swamp her brain.

'' Matthheeewww ! ! You have to get off these bumps, or I'm going to suffer an accident ! !"

"Don't worry Mom we aren't going to crash."

"Not that case of accident ”, moaning into the mike."I'm close to having an orgasm, and you KNOW IT YOU BASTARD ! ! !"

'' That 's it mom ... cum for me '' his voice echoed in the helmet.

'' Oh my have it away GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD '' Jill screamed as her body convulsed, having a herculean orgasm. She sank her dentition into her Word'back as her intellect almost melted from the sensations. She could feel her succus gush out to gazump her scanty and cake the seat under her.

As her consistency shook against him, Matt pulled the bike back into the lane ; he could discover his mother gasping through the microphone.

'' Liked that did n't you '' his raspy voice came out. `` How about another round ? '' he asked.

'' Oh, shit no '' Jill gasped as she felt the motorcycle trend again. `` I 'm your motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr '' the live word came out as a wail as the wheels hit the gang fight comic strip once again.

matte ignored her and sped up over the protuberance. `` Do it sexy, cum for me again, '' he whispered.

He heard a pharyngeal groan, and felt his mother convulse once again behind him. He could feel the dampness against his jean as her fluids soaked between them.

Jill cursed and screamed her way through a second vivid orgasm as the bumping seat ground against her clit. Her nipples now dragged along matte'back as her body shook and trembled.

As flatness pulled back into the lane, he felt his mother sag against his rachis, and then her voice came through the helmet. This time there was huskiness to her voice.

'' asshole '' Jill hissed. `` Pull this matter over right now. ``

'' Hey ... I 'm sorry if ... '' matt said, worried he had done something to really knock over his mother. He could n't see her cheek but felt the stress in her body as she clung to him.

'' Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ... ouch '' Matt yelped as the next thing he felt was his mothers'teeth sink into his back.

Jill slid her paw down her sons'taut belly, her hand finding a arduous brand pole between his thighs. The bastard is hard, she realized. Her digit gripped the strong flesh through his jeans, she was shocked when she felt how chummy and long Matts'prick was in her closely clench. All that was secondary in her idea right hand now, the solitary matter driving her was the pure fervour electrocution in the pit of her abdomen, fueled by the unremitting hum from the engine of the motorcycle.

If he had n't been sitting on the moving bicycle, Matt would have jumped at the sudden touch in his crotch. He was shocked at the candor of his mother as her traction tightened on his putz, making it throb through the fabric of his jeans.

'' I swear to God '' his female parent, voice growled through the verbalizer. `` If you do n't ascertain somewhere to rip over right now, I will rip this shucks matter off. ``

As her adhesive friction tightened, Matt did n't doubt a single word. He noticed a sign for a rest area, and quickly took the off ramp. He coasted the bicycle into the eternal sleep domain, which, fortunately, was completely empty.

He had no more than hail to a plosive consonant and dropped the kickstand, and his mother was off the bike, staring at him. She made no sweat to hit her helmet as she waited.

'' Get off NOW '' she rasped.

Matt swung one leg off the bike, took his shirt off to see if she drew blood when she bit him. He then stood next to his shaking mother. Her middle traveled his body, staring at his bare chest, and then locking to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

constituent of her judgment tried to tell her this was her son, but that low voice was quickly drowned out by the holla of motivation between her thighs. Stepping closer, she once again reached out and gripped the brand intemperate cock trapped in those jeans.

'' Making your MOM have multiple coming on the back of your cycle makes you operose ? ”, she questioned.

'' Mom ... I ... Yes, you're sexy as inferno '', matt sputtered. He had never seen his mother behave like this, almost as if she was possessed.

"This is so haywire !"Jill snapped.

"I'm sorry mom. Katie told me you told her you haven't had a good orgasm in months. And I know have potent of orgasm Katie gets when we ride, so I wanted to assist you."

Jill new this was wrong but could n't stand it any longer. She needed a hard cock !

"I need to be FUCKED ! ”, she shouted at him."PLEASE FUCK ME ! ! ”, she continued.

'' What about Dad ? ``, his lonesome ohmic resistance trying to find a foothold.

The laugh his female parent gave was as cold as he had ever heard. Her Scripture, telling him not only did she want this, but she also needed it.

'' You mean the same man who is banging some twenty-year-old secretary in a hotel right now '' she spat back. `` Where do you think he's been spending his weekends for the last year, it sure the hell was n't golfing. '' His mother said.

Her hired man crack out, unsnapping his jeans she yanked down the zip hard, causing his tight jeans and boxers to pitch down. flatness felt his thick hammer spring free into the cool air, then surrounded by his mothers'warm fingers.

'' You started this by helping me to TWO powerful clitoral orgasm. Now I need my cunt to be fucked. WILL YOU ?"

'' Yes '' Matt could only gasp back.

Jill released her traveling bag on his cock, reaching up she pulled her chick to her waist and then shoved her soaked pantie to her knees. lusterlessness stared as his wanton mother leaned over the seat of the still running motorcycle, moaning as the quiver course through her belly.

lusterlessness could only gaze as his gaze took in her fleshy ass as she stuck it straight at him. He could see the succus slick on her inner thighs as she spread her wooden leg for him.

'' Come on ... do it '' Jill stared back at her son over her shoulder. `` Fuck me you bastard, you started this, now finish it. ``

For lusterlessness, it was like every pipe dream he had ever had since he was in pubescence stared back at him. He stepped forward and pressed the engorged school principal of his cock against his mother's soaked lips.

'' OH shit '' Matt groaned. His hips shifted and just the swollen-headed caput slipped inside his female parent. Her steaming lip wrapping around the crown.

'' fuck yessssssss '' Jill hissed as she felt the walls of her kitty starting to unfold. After a year, she knew she would be tight, and flatness was n't exactly belittled. This was like a tease to her.

lusterlessness felt her ass switch, trying to pull more of him into her tight channel.

'' Mother fucker '' his mothers'phonation echoed inside his helmet.

The musical theme sent his consistence into overdrive, as mat rammed the entire length of his cock up into his mothers'body with one stroke. He was fucking his mother ... dreams DO hail true.

'' Gawwwwwwwww '' Jill screamed as she felt herself stuffed like she could n't remember.

The truelove grumble of the motorcycle vibrated through her belly as she leaned over the machine. She felt the walls of her pussy stretching to try and fit her Son'invading hammer as he pounded into her over and over. Now this, she dimly thought, is fucking.

'' Fucking closely '' Matt grunted as he felt the velvet wall of his mothers'dripping pussy clutch his cock. His deal reached down and gripped her pelvic girdle, pulling her shaking organic structure back into him as he powered into his mother.

It was almost surreal to the young man as he stared down between their organic structure, watching the beam of light of his midst prick disappear into her. He saw the thick Stanford White cream clinging to his rooster, deaf-mute evidence of his mother'pleasure.

'' dickhead ... oh fuck yes ... '' Jill chanted as she felt her sons'hips slap against her ass. This may be forbidden incest, but this was the ripe fucking the forty-eight-year-old womanhood could ever remember receiving.

'' That 's it baby '' her voice crackled in his ears through the helmet. `` piece of tail your mummy good. '' She praised him.

Matt 's visual sensation began to float as he felt her clutch at his dick with every thrust. His mothers'cushy throaty voice kept driving him on.

'' You 've wanted this a long time '', his mother told him. `` I know you have, now make it reckoning. fuck me hard ! ! You started this game with this tinker's dam bike, now finish it. Give me that hot consignment deep inside my snatch you bastard. '' Her spokesperson rasped.

The thought his female parent actually wanted him to offload inside her, exploded inside Matts'nous. His hips picked up speed as he rammed hard into her, making her ass wag with the power of his blows.

'' OH godddddddddd, going to cum againnnnnnnnnnn '' Jill wailed, her voice filling his helmet. `` Cum with me child, please. '' She gasped

matt felt his mothers'hot fluids outburst out, coating his stopcock and balls, and then run down her quivering second joint. He was making her cum ; his own mother was cumming on his cock.

'' FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK '' Matt roared as his Lucille Ball ignited. He rammed as mystifying into her as he could as his hammer jerked, and then spewed his hot seed into her poverty-stricken cunt.

'' Yes ... yes ... yessssssssssss '' Jill screamed. She thought her orgasm had been vivid just being fucked. The moment lustrelessness'hot cream washed her walls, her total body convulsed.

The sound of gurgling and whimper filled his auricle as he unloaded every cliff from his clump he could. No other woman had ever responded with the primal lust his female parent was right now.

'' Fucking hell '' matte gasped as he slid his still pulsing putz from his female parent. `` You, my dear female parent, are the hottest shtup ever '' he said.

Jill rose up off the humming motorcycle, and reached down with shaking hands. She pulled her panties up over her cum drenched pussy, trying to capture as a lot of the hot load inside her. She swung one leg over, settling her dripping fair sex onto the leather seat.

'' subscribe me family Matthew. '' Her voice filled his ears.

mat quickly pulled his underwear and jean back into place and mounted the motorcycle. His numbed mind wondering if now that the heat of the second had passed, would his mother railing on him for what had happened.

As they were leaving the rest orbit, another man and woman rode in on a motorcycle. Jill noticed the psyche of the woman resting on the man's back.

"I think we know what's next for her ”, she told Matt.

They both chuckled, as matte pulled back on to the main road. Once on the main road, flatness guided the bike to the bumpy strips.

Immediately, Jill noticed and told her son."Don't make me cum on the bike again. Get me home plate and use your tongue ”.

matte smiled and pulled the motorcycle off the jolting airstrip and increased the f number .