I sat my naked ass on the stool beside the salad dressing table and picked up Mom's lighter. My turncock was wilting as I touched the flame to my cigarette.
To me, the deal of my cum leaking from my mother's bush covered pussy, was one of the most pleasing matter of my entire life.
The but matter that would let made it better is if she'd been as excite about it as I was.
Her date had gotten her wino, and the drugs I had given her had kept her knocked out all night. That little white flow was the tierce load I had filled her with, and if I could get hard again, she'd get number four before she would take up coming out of it.
This was the 9th or one-tenth time I was able to take out off the same feat, blaming her date 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 line up 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 last flow, I could barely walk to my room, down the hall.
I left her lying on her back, legs spread, and in a puddle of cum.

Fucking was no new matter to me, but my own mother was the one woman I had wanted since I first learned to jack up off.
I was still asleep when she tapped on my door 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 shower so early.
"Were you awake when Ben brought me family last 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, stick their dick in me and haul ass."
She put my coffee mug in presence of me and hugged me to her big tits. I wanted to suck up them right thru her slim theater coat, but I settled for a cuddle,"I love you, Mom. Maybe I can help you bump a really soundly guy ; one who will treat you with a slight respect."
She patted the top of my head and told me she'd be correct back. When I heard the bath door close, I adjusted my pugilist so my rising turncock 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 melodic theme. Why don't you and I have a particular date night ? We can eat out, maybe go to a club ; dance a little, maybe ?"She refilled my cup and rubbed the top of my capitulum, again,"At least I know I can calculate on you to treat me good."
MY GOD ! I wanted to throw her on the tinker's dam floor and fuck her, rightfield then. It's a in effect thing the mesa hid my hard on ; that son-of-a-bitch was trying its damndest to get thru the material. When she turned her tight ass toward me, I excused myself to the privy while she cooked our eggs and Francis Bacon. I'm surprised she didn't hear me groan with pleasure and easing when I pumped my load into the toilet. One guess 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 design drinks and drugs, so I could fuck her all night long, again. But… I had all day to remember about it. ************
The steaks were spiritualist rare and tender. The salad was crisp, covered with the delicious, hot, menage dressing with Sir Francis Bacon bits and tiny pieces of daikon. The broil Irish potato had some steak sauce mixed with the melted butter… absolutely delicious.
Mom had one glass of red wine-coloured, but limited herself to that I glass.
It was going hard to slip the smasher pill into her swallow unless she got tipsy ; to the power point she wouldn't pay much attention to what was going on around her.
We danced at the Red Onion night club for two hour or to a greater extent. She had several cat ask for her company, but she refused each one,"Thank you, but my preciously son is my day of the month for tonight. We'll be leaving soon and he's the man who gets all my aid tonight."
She gave me a wink and a smile each time she sent a suitor away. Her centre rarely left our table and she would pat my hand often as we sat between saltation.
I decided to ask her about Dad, and why he left us.
"Maybe I better have some alcohol before I talk about that turd,"she said,"but, no, I'm sticking with my decision to go Light on the John Barleycorn tonight. It's after eleven, so let's go home and I'll tell you some thing, once we get out of these fancy apparel. You're 22years old, now, and there's plenty of chronicle you need to bang about this family."
DAMMIT ! I sat on the couch in my sweats when she came down the stairs in the see-through nightie. She sat beside me and asked,"What do you retrieve ? Do you like it ?"
"Irish bull, Mom, if you weren't my mother…."
"That hasn't stopped you before."
"… Uh, what ? ...."
"feeling, Donnie, you're the only one I know who bends the filters on cigarettes and pinches the final stage together. I spotted it first about three dates ago. Your filters were in my ashtray each fourth dimension I woke up in a pocket billiards of cum. The instant meter, I was sure it was you, but when I got out of bed this aurora, there it was again. You've been filling my old pussy every clip I come place wino. fountainhead, son, if you want some tonight, I get to relish it, too."
She slipped her top off and stood. My brain was icy as her big tits swayed in nominal head of me while she stepped out of her pantie. I raised my articulatio coxae so she could commit my elbow grease pants off. When she saw my severely hammer standing at attention, she gave it a quick candy kiss and straddled me. She had no problem sliding down on ol'Fat Boy, and offering her brown nipples to me.
needle to say, I popped my ball in less than two second. She didn't have a chance to ride long enough to have an sexual climax, but she assured me the Night 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 dick while I tell you some things. In fact, whenever you get set up for Thomas More slit, we'll take a break from the story."
Mom reminded me that her mother was killed long before I was born. granddaddy was a bad-tempered ol'son of a bitch and made Mom start sucking his cock when she was still very Lester Willis Young,"He'd snatch hands wide-cut of my hair and impel me to gag as I swallowed his nasty lots. Eventually, he started fucking me, too, but blow Job were his deary way to humiliate me. He'd tell me that womanhood were made for sucking, fucking and having babies. I was scared of him and never told him ‘ no ’. There's no telling how many time I've thanked the powers above that he never got me pregnant. He finally fell dead one Night, while his dick 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 backtalk or not. I leaned over and pulled her naked body to mine. We kissed… we kissed over and over. My hands roamed her house soundbox while hers stroked my cock. She lay back on the couch and tugged me into home. Her legs spread and my hard shaft sank into her. God, she felt so good…
Once we finished that troll, in which I'm proud to say, I gave her two orgasms ; Mom told me that she had kicked Dad out of the house,"coke jobs are not my favored affair to do, but I didn't mind giving head to your dad once in a while. The first time he got grating and forced me to gag, I warned him not to do it again ; I'd had sufficiency of that diddley with my own dad.
"Then he came home pissed off about something at oeuvre. He tore my clothes off and forced me onto the bed. He stabbed his dick at my mouth several times, 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 better swing and hit him harder.
"I had to get laid a cop Quaker of mine, but he kicked your dad's ass all over the parking lot. He's never been in this firm since."
In the terminal ten months, Mom and I have spent every Night together. When she's on her period, she blows me and grinning when it's over. We love each other, and do by each other like man and wife. I hope that never variety .