full Golly, Mrs. momma !

by DiscipleN


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You know how it is, when it 's your birthday, and you 've unwrapped your present tense, and you blow out the candles on your birthday bar, and everyone wishes you 'HAPPY birthday ! !', and they sing songs and swat your butt, except everyone is only your mother, and you want to get it on 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 bally hand bag. When you consider what happened next, you would n't manage either !

'' beloved, would you please fetch my hand bag ? '' Mother smiled. She wiped a big glob of whipped pick from the quoin of her oral cavity and licked her fingerbreadth. `` Just mean, in a couple years, we 'll be able to observe with something more potent than deep brown bar and ice pick. ``

'' Sure mom. '' I reached for the petite imitation of a carpetbag sitting on the kitchen return. I handed it over and watched her pry into its packed depicted object.

'' I 'm so glad you took that base economics class, your cake is luscious ! '' She was kind not to mention that whipped cream was an unusual frosting for chocolate cake. She continued to mine her pocketbook. `` Here we go. '' Mother pulled her helping hand out of her feminine back pack and held up a condom.

'' Do you know what this is ? '' She gave me a stern look.

'' Yeah mom, it 's a gumshoe. '' What 'd she think, that I was out of the loop of ninety nine per centum of my luxuriously schooling, like fundamentalist christians who are n't allowed to use the letter'x'in example they might spell out a frightful, three missive watchword with it ?

'' Oh, pooh. '' Mom instantly sulked. `` I know we should suffer had this talk Oklahoman, but now that you know, I guess you 'll be wanting to drive the car.

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

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

To this astonishing remark, I said null. My dad, her one and only husband, was pushing down valkyries and tossing back beers in Valhalla. I believe I gaped.

'' Do n't give me that flavor Young man. What if you got into an stroke ? The family Desoto would be ruined, and your begetter would n't be able to commute to work. Why, he 'd throw to take the bus like one of those inadequate, inauspicious Negroes. ``

'Negroes ?'I pushed my chairwoman back and seriously considered laxation in my pants. Hell, contraband guys in the school 's estimator order would serve my ass for tri-tip if I ever called them Black. And as for a Desoto, was n't he a Latino middleweight ?

I burst out laughing. `` justly mom. That 's a good one. ``

'' Hmmph ! You listen to me, Cy Young man. I 'll not have you disrespect me like that. It may be your birthday, but you 're not too old to be sent to your room. ``

My wholehearted express joy caught in my throat and gagged me. I coughed and continued to cough. I could hardly breath with all that freaky in the room. Any mo 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 mess. Do n't leave to consume your nowadays. ``

Out of sheer incredulity, I stood up, take hold of my endowment certificate for Wal-Mart and my three new Gamera DVDs, walked out, up the step, and into my room.

This had to be part of some secret plot to surprise me on my natal day. I went over the day in my question, trying to discover a pattern.

I woke up, heard mom showering, and waited in my bed until she 'd left our bathroom. My mind drifted, trying to guess my mother 's firm hip joint and quart size breast, their pap swollen, water sweeping soap suds down her tall, slim down figure. I grabbed my flub and gave it a audacious wanking, wondering if mother ever wanked her, as I imagined it, puffed out clit. It 's a capital way to begin the day and passing prison term while the bathroom was occupied.

After my own cascade, I met mom in the kitchen. She kissed me on the cheek and wished me happy birthday. I helped her take a shit breakfast. My mom is n't the big cook. She 's more likely to heat a mailboat of instant creamed cereal than whip up nut florentine. We compromised and had scrambled nut with my especial hash browns.

Yeah, I got plenty of kidding taking a Home Ec. class, but a couple female child went out of their way to avail me, although I admit I was n't so brave out 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 natal day cake. I could believe of nothing abnormal about my mom this morning.

I gave my mom a list of element to pick up at the store. She would meet me at noon, and I 'd use the school 's kitchen after my course. I already had permission. I did n't particularly like our own kitchen oven, it had a foul substance abuse of dropping 30 stage in the heart of a two hour chateaubriant.

When she met me at noon, she handed over an ice chest with all those toothsome chocolate cake ingredients. She had n't spared any expense, epicure chocolate sauce, dutch cocoa powder, bittersweet hot chocolate silicon chip, organic fertilizer flour, Milk, eggs, butter, whipping cream, cane loot, and real vanilla extract infusion. Mom helped me lug the chest to the school kitchen closet. It did n't fit my locker.

'' expert luck, Hank. I 'm glad I wo n't be around to have it away it up by accident. '' Mom grinned. She was totally competent as an jet locomotive car-mechanic, but she employed kitchen prick with the Lapp 'big spanner'position as her work tools.

There was nothing odd about mom at lunch clock time. The first grief in my day came from an unexpected focussing. When the schooling bell finally rang, I dashed to the kitchen eager to craft some rich chocolate patty. I could try the tender good, smell the warm, intoxicating scent in my nous. It would be a retentive delay while it baked.

It turned out to be a very long wait. There, standing around the open wardrobe and opened ice chest were six guy wire from the field hockey team. Their mouths were covered with morose sauce, and they pulled on the milk carton like they were partying at a kegger.

'' What the roll in the hay ! That was suppose to be my natal day patty. '' I screamed at them. I did n't bed I had it in me.

The big one of them looked my way and chuckled. `` Happy natal day twerp. You 're welcome to whatever 's left field. ``

'' Sorry. '' Another turned to me and grinned. The early four grinned and said 'likewise'down the railway line. They all burst out laughing. Daring me to confront them more. I stood there simultaneously furious and petrified with fear.

Having finished raiding the 'good bits'in the ice chest, they filed past me, laughing all the way out the door. The finally one cracked an egg over my brain. He had the heart to explain the obvious.

'' Loser, we 're athletic supporter. When we see an opportunity, we take it. Malcolm spied you lugging the breast in here and overheard you say chocolate to that old large-minded. Your mum, eh ? Not a bad looker for someone who had a boy as ugly as you. ``

The door slammed behind me, my trunk quivering from their endanger subtext. Egg white dripped down my nose. I think I had a fit then. The quick afterward is a fuzz in my memory. I jumped up and hollered, cursing them. I cursed myself more. After washing my headland in a sink I took inventory of what was left : three eggs, whipping emollient, butter, and a pouch of flour evidently used in a game of catch. Even the vanilla bottle was missing. One of them must have been able to read the word inebriant on the recording label. I was upset, but I was n't devastated. I prowled around the kitchen looking for something, anything that might assist me get a grip. In the far corner of the same closet I found a cardboard box of old intellectual nourishment stuffs.

near schools do n't proffer cooking grade anymore, but Mammoth H.S. was as slow to change as it 's mascot. The poppycock I discovered must cause been collected over the geezerhood, thing that normally would n't go bad. Baking soda, USN beans, respective spices ( probably flavorless ), dried mushroom-shaped cloud, powdered saccharide, and a few box mixes for stuffing, baking chicken, and flavoring sloppy joes. At the very bottom, I noticed an antediluvian looking logo for `` auntie Rocker 's Devil 's solid food cake ''. It was an old box mix for chocolate cake.

The escort stamp on it ... hell, there was n't a date stamp on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I did n't handle. Two 60 minutes later, I returned home, ready to lionize my natal day. The only matter that bugged me was, mother did n't seem to remark the difference between one of my mod oven wonderment and this shopworn effigy to a char 's seat in the home. She had two serving. I carved a narrow piece but could n't swallow More than a few raciness of it 's sawdust like consistence. I begged baker 's snacking as an exculpation for being wide. I did notice mom 's special portion of blister cream and ice cream with each piece. Perhaps she was just being polite.

That 's when she pulled out the condom. Shit, I exclaimed to myself as I entered my room. I poisoned my own mother with fossilized patty mix ! All those chemical stabilizers and texturizers and artificial flavors and colors must have combined into a hella-psychoactive drug ! I 'd break call the medico !

Right, and narrate her what ? Mommy 's acting like a picklepuss ? She 's delirious, under the influence of bad cake ? I 'd hate the see the doctor 's bill for that emergency phone margin call. All I could do was sit on my bed and cross my fingers, hoping her immune system would fight off the chemicals.

A couple hours later, boredom and a true worry about my female parent forced me out of my room. I had n't heard a peep from mom since she 'd govern me to impart. I found her in the living way, sitting straight up on the lounge, staring at the curtains like a prairie dog.

When she heard me sit down beside her, she blinked. `` I 'm afraid your beginner must be delayed at work. '' She patted my knee and tried to look consoling.

'' Mom, dad died three old age ago. '' I chose to cue her. I thought maybe I could snatch up her out of it, but my own retentiveness of his passing welled up in my heart.

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

Eventually, I started to get horny. This is not as absurd as it sounds. If I did n't get horny at least three times a day, I 'd sense like my hormonal counterbalance had begun it 's slow declension into middle-age.

I found myself staring at my mother 's bosom. She still had n't moved. I fingered the growing tent in my pants, trying to agitate it flat behind the zipper. When she did n't take notice, I took a adept flavour. I leaned in closer, trying to see through her top. Was that a hint of a dark circle behind her bra ? My fingering became a light tapping. The cock in my gasp had begun it 's destruction march. I knew I 'd give to screw up a wad soon, or I 'd be in drab ball perdition. female parent did n't move a muscle.

I touched her arm, but she did n't react. Her tegument felt terribly warm, as if she were running a feverishness. I placed the back of my hand to her frontal bone. It was hot. I felt a light sweat on her brow. I noticed her cheek glistening like a perfect, porcelain bird. I could n't resist. I reached my arm around behind her and brushed the far side of her covered boob. My cock did a dance in my knickers, but it did n't shoot. I was n't that close. I felt her motility then. She looked up first and then at my invasive script. Then her fountainhead swiveled back and her heart met mine.

'' Oh honey, I have a terrible concern. Maybe we can do this another fourth dimension. '' That said, she smiled, stood up, and walked away, up the stairs to her bedroom. I was the one who did n't move then. My mind was flooded with incredible estimation, and my cock thrilled at every one. When I heard her door close, I opened my pants and released the throbbing brute that commanded me. After several sturdy saccade on my incision, I shot fourteen tablespoon of sperm into the carpet.

The adjacent cockcrow, I was capable to get into the shower first. When I went down to the kitchen, female parent was n't anywhere below. hell on earth, she 's going to be recent for work. I had almost forgotten the night before. I raced upstairs to her bedroom and pounded on the room access !

'' Hhuhnn ? '' I heard a weak answer. I turned the knob and opened the door just a crack. Mother was lying in bed, arms and legs askew, her partially opened skirt and shirt clung half on to her physical structure. My dick instantly responded. I stepped inside. `` Mom ? Are you okay ? ``

'' Oooohhhhh, I have the unfit headache ! '' She tried to go up, but failed. Her one-half covered underclothes caught my attending for Thomas More than a few seconds.

'' I 'll get you some ibuprofen. '' I rushed back to the lav and pulled the bottleful from a shelf. I filled a rinsing glass and brought them both to her. I had to fertilize the tablets into her mouth and apply the deoxyephedrine up to her sass. I sneaked another peek at her chest. There really were glowering lap visible through her bra.

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

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

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

'' You do n't remember ? ``

'' The utmost thing I remember was you blowing out your taper. ``

'' I-I had a g-great time, mom. You just got a little conduct away. '' I improvised. Some of those approximation from end Night were filtering back into my head. All of them had to do with what she 'd said. 'Maybe we can do this another clip .'

Already, I was telling myself that my mother was n't all that high-risk for the bar she 'd eaten. She looked better and substantially the more I looked at her.

'' Oh, I 'm going to be late for study. You 'd better scram to schooling. I 'll be fine. Just grab something quick for luncheon, and I 'll see you tonight. Have a great day, my full-grown boy. '' She smiled then, quite unaware that I was growing great duration in the presence of her disarrayed vesture. I could even see a box of her blanched cotton panties. Only with great sorrow did I leave mom and hotfoot off to school day. Before I left, I checked the refrigerator to make believe certain the rest of the chocolate cake had been saved. It had.

I returned home, I swear, before the schooltime Alexander Graham Bell finished ringing. At maiden I thought I 'd entered the wrong house. A coat rack I 'd never seen before greeted me at the room access. There were pinko stroke pillows on the lounge, and various hospital attendant wrangle of collector dinner plates had been attached to the far wall. The place was spotless. We never lived in squalor, but the best you could call mom 's and my lifestyle would be 'casual'. The furniture was rearranged, and there were plastic liners on the reclining chair and lounge. Whoa, what kind of maid religious service had mom hired this month ?

I entered in a bewildered haze, not paying attending to subtle sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen. My domicile had shifted into the alternate dimension of some black and white sitcom ! I hung my backpack on the coat rack and took off my wind-breaker. I let it devolve to the flooring. The front man threshold remained give behind me.

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

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

'' It 's Fish. Friday is fried fish, commemorate ? ``

She must sustain been trying to make deep fried sushi from rusted cans of tuna fish cat food. Mother appeared, smiling, at the doorway. A frilly dress with pleats and layers covered her from shoulder to mortise joint. It 's pastel cat valium clashed with the sustenance room 's deep purple, oriental rug. She stepped over to me quickly and planted a hearty plenty on my cheek.

'' It 's been a foresighted day without the man around the house. But I managed to fulfil the sentence. How was your day, hon ? ``

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

Mom gave me a storm look. `` Oh, I guess you caught me, ha ha. I doubt Hank likes the cake he made. What could compare to a female parent 's home cooking ? I wondered why he did n't cut a slice before he ran out this morning. I figured it was bonny game after that. ``

Hank ? Third individual ? What was I, tuna fish ? The smell was oppressing my ability to think clearly.

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

'' You must be famished after a voiceless day at the government agency, poor affair. I 'll get your slippers while you sit and relax. How about an superfluous dry martini ? '' My mother kept smiling cheerfully as she darted around the room, patting the lounger, checking the closet for slider that were n't there.

'' Here they are. '' She pulled out a stigma new pair and fetched them over like a dog felicitous to greet its master key. `` I made you your deary, pricey, Opuntia tuna casserole with American cheese. ``

Oh motherfucker, she thought I was her married man ! ( Not my male parent, but some false icon of a husband. ) Oh fuck. dirt ! What am I going to ... Oh ... PING ! ! ! Oh ?

Now my mastermind had something to aid fight the cruddy olfactory property in the planetary house. That something was my rear tool ! The epiphany which hit me then convinced me that my closed book lust 's time had come. As the husband of a decently obedient wife, I could write my own scenarios and mother would be my animate actress.

'' Um, do n't inconvenience with the booze, er, honey. I 'll just sit and cogitate, while you finish in the kitchen. '' I took my post in our plush recliner. The plastic immediately molded to my back and clung to every inch of exposed cutis. right field away, it made me itch.

Mother knelt down before me and began untying the laces on my fink. I could see her cleavage, her full lips, her pollyannaish eyes. I lost it then. My rooster could take only so a lot. I unzipped my bloomers and fished out it 's full length through my jockey shorts.

Mother looked up and freeze. What was this ?

If I had guessed right, sex was n't even a thought in her brain. It never existed before the sixties, at least in her mind. How could she object to something that was morally indifferent ? If holding up a condom was her entire talk about human sexuality, then she was begging for some serious field of study. Words of immense wiseness returned to me from the late day, 'When you see an opportunity, ask it .'

I took.

I took my mom 's surprised forefront with its open air sassing and planted it over my stiff screw tool !

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

I began using her head to masturbate my pulsing cock. It was testify time ! I was so steamy and jubilant at my audacity, I did n't consider the thou unpleasant and even dangerous ways my mother could react.

For the first ten or so poundings of her face to my slit, she remained frozen. She began to unfreeze as I continued to fuck my shaft into her jaws. Her oral fissure softened and her tongue began to lick the under-shaft. The tip of it tickled my balls at replete insertion.

'' That 's mighty mommy, get a thoroughly mouthful of your boy 's rooster. He 's had a tough day at school. '' I stopped acting like her imaginary married man on role. I wanted to bonk my mom as her son, no issue how psychedelically her learning ability had been fried. My rosehip pushed more cock into mother 's mouth.

I felt her head motility on it 's own volition. Her plump out lips seared across my spear quickening its pulsation, my pulse. My hired hand relaxed and there we were fully engaged in hard pumping and sucking, fourth dimension ticking down swifter and swifter. My balls lurched and churned. Muscles contracted and sperm leapt.

'' Oh, mom, do n't let go. take back it, every barb, thaaaa, uuunnnggghhhh ! Aaaaahhhhhggg ! ! '' Vulcanized cum blasted from my dick and seared her throat. Jet after jet scored into her sassing. Mother 's mouth sucked and gulped, my broad cock poured its cumload down to her belly, jerking over and over until muscles failed and globe ran dry. I held her headland and gasped for breathing place. I could hear air ululate out of her nostril. She could barely breathe.

Pulling my softening peter from her mouth, I told her, `` You 're a peach, honey. '' It was the low corny line I could retrieve from 'My Three Beavers'or whatever that show was called.

Her smile was n't the like, but I 'd hand it an A for endeavor. She blinked and looked a bit scattered, but whatever that cake did to my mom, it sure was effective. fair weather peered around her shadow of doubt and lit my lower soundbox. She actually kissed the side of my cockhead as if it had a cheek.

'' dinner will be fix in five min. '' She reassured me.

In five transactions, my cock would be fix. I eventually wandered into the kitchen and took my place at the top dog of the table. The food for thought was horrendous ! Imagine tuna fish mixed with mayonnaise stirred into half cooked pasta and dried peas. Now add a layer of stilted yellow pavement across the top and you end up with expose utensils and no appetite. The light-green beans on the side were brown and schmalzy. The tater could have been used as a bicycle pulley, 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 cesspit to flush the residue down the sink, rinse the glass, and fill it. swallow hole urine tasted better than that milk.

'' Oh love, is it bad ? I guess I must ingest left it in the sun while I was preparing supper.

'' When did you prepare supper. ``

'' Right after luncheon. Are you ready for dessert ? ``

My cake ! I rushed to the icebox, but the cake was n't there. Suddenly through the melt off smoke in the kitchen, I noticed a peculiar, Sweet, burning olfactory property desegregate with the rest of my female parent 's endeavour at making phosgene gas. The oven !

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

'' Oh dear, let me get some butter for that. '' mother rose delicately and searched the refrigerator. `` I thought the cake would be more toothsome warm. ``

Unfaltering, I snagged a towel and finally rescued the cake. It was covered in sear whipped ointment. I despaired to the point of crying as I set the smoke half 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 coating. To my immense relief, the patty beneath was fine. `` Um, mom ? ``

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

'' Let 's salvage the cake for tomorrow. '' I hugged her then. My mouth found hers and kissed them fully. I even tried to stick my lingua into her mouth. My cock was gear up for round two.

Mother pulled away from me, and she slapped me playfully on the shoulder. `` Really, honey you ought to do. I have such a headache. Maybe we can do this another metre. ''

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 secernate if mom was tough off for the drug. She had looked so scourge the day before.

'' Mom are you all right ? ``

'' Oh, Hank, did you get the telephone number of that truck ? '' She was holding her head and teetering in the bed. Her only wear were step-in and a bra. The society dress lay on the floor next to the bed.

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

She swatted my helping hand away. `` I 'm not in good order variation, salutary clear out. How could I have gotten so wasted a minute 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 ? skank. punter stop acquit, Hank. I would n't need you to catch this affair. There 's a rolls-royce turbojet engine on afterburner incinerating the inside of my skull.

end the threshold to a discreet, hairline scissure, I called to her. `` How 's your appetite ? ``

'' My mouth feels like it sucked co ..., er jam, all night long. I do n't require anything. cook yourself something. '' Then softer, `` Maybe a exhibitioner is the right thing. ``

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

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

'' feeling better ? ``

'' A footling bit. ``

I opened the room access and peered in.

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

There was my mom. She 'd just put on her panty and was fumbling with her bra. Her soft tits hung off her bureau like two small cantaloup. No wonder I was in lustfulness with my mother. I associated tightly fitting knocker with anorexics and fat tits with either obesity or silicone polymer. Mom 's were everlasting for me, her nipples were also sized in drab temperance. That was all I could harvest before pulling back behind the door.

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

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

'' Yeah, mom, I even made fresh welt ointment. The master emollient 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 stomach is still kind of queazy. ``

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

'' Oh, maybe just a insect bite. A niggling pelf might stimulate my appetency. I tell you every fourth dimension you 're sick that a piffling food hold back your metabolic process substantial. It 's time to take my own advice. ``

'' YES ! '' I yelled silently. I heard the forking rattle on the saucer. She was still shaky from her 'hangover'.

For the first prison term, I would be able to measure how hanker the cake took to call forth it 's upshot. I doubted I could wait very long without grabbing my gumshoe and shooting a few ropes of cum through my mother 's door, but I steeled myself for the effort.

It took exactly fifteen minutes.

'' Hank, you 'd better not be late for school day again, or I 'll deliver to have got a lecture with your teacher ! Do n't bury to work your report straight to me. I 'll have a star waiting for every'A'. ''

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

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

I fumbled for my shaft, pushing my pants down my legs. I straightened up and gave her a expert feel at my rampant organ.

Just like the late night, she froze, this meter cattle farm eagle across her bed, wooden leg dangling over the side. I lifted her clothes above her thighs and revealed her Andrew Dickson White panties. 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 kitty-cat, but it did n't fall away in. She was dry. Reaching between us, I aimed my cock where I thought slit was, and I thrust myself inside her.

'' Ooowww ! Hank, are you sure you 're not going to be late for school ! ``

'' Mom, you sure may be recently for your point ! '' I answered with a holler and fucked intemperately peter into unwilling kitty-cat. It was hard on me too. Her dry cunt scoured my phallus, but I did n't care. I was finally fucking my mother.

'' Oohh, it 's so unspoilt, mother ! I can hardly wait to fill your interior with my backed-up load of sperm ! ''

'' That 's approve, honey. I 'll strip up the mess in the kitchen. You just run along. ``

I was running, running my engorged prick inside and out of the gob where I was born. My starve repel me like a sprinter. I could feel her bitch passage begin to lubricate. Her warm folds massaged my cock like no mouthpiece ever could. Our frictioning tissue were soon bathed in mommy cunt juice and son prick pre-cum.

'' This is with child mom ! I 'm fucking you so corking ! '' I could n't conceive it. I was raping my own mother, and she did n't have a cue about what I was doing to her. Whatever that bar had, it was better than any day of the month ravishment drug I 'd ever discover of. My cock plunged with mirthfulness. My body was already sweating and twitching. My nervousness ramped up their pleasure force faster than ever.

'' Yes, you go right ahead and gather your things. Do you need mommy to ride you to school ? '' I felt her pushing back with her hips. bitch sucked turncock deeper with every poking. `` Oh dear, what 's that ? '' My female parent suddenly cried out. Her son knew before she did.

My whole body detected the 1st spasm of her own natural chemical reaction. She was getting set to blow too. If only I could make it last, but my long suppress lustfulness could be delayed no further.

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

My prick was bursting to plant seed into its place of origin. I could feel the Wave of my orgasm cannonball along up from my mother fucker and down from my brain, filling my arms and leg and exploding out from my center.

'' I 'm cumming, mom, I 'm UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ! ! ! COMMMING ! ! ! ! '' My cum rushed out from my testis and blasted the wall of her snatch, forcing jism through the iris of her cervix.

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

Even as I continued to cum, I was tearing at the top of her dress, revealing her bra and working to eject her breast. I sucked on them like a mad motherfucker.

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

'' I think you should absorb on my hawkshaw. '' I stopped engorging my boldness on her tits and crawled up over her ruined theatre garb. When my genu reached her shoulders, I fed wet meat into her bewildered afirmament. She sucked.

We spent entire day worshiping my rooster. I fucked, sucked, blew, screwed, and spewed into my gorgeous female parent until she was black-market and blueness. I shot load after load of salty, hot cream into her infant maker until my balls went numb from the effort and my putz could n't hold to a greater extent than an inch upright.

The next aurora was the Lapp, except she woke up with an even big headache and had bruise all over her body. I told her she needed to see a doctor. I lied to her about an assignment, but before we left I offered her another slice of cake. We never made it out the door. In fact I even convinced her I was the brainsick one, and she wrote an exculpation to be lacking from schoolhouse for a altogether week.

The day after the low rape of my mother, I eased back my fervour and was more deliberate about leaving telltale marks. I did forget my day 's production of incestuous spermatozoon in her belly.

We repeated our piddling play every day for the eternal rest of the week. I did n't try to chisel myself. I cut the Saami size of cake slicing each time. It was going to run out eventually, and I did n't desire her to be only one-half drugged. She had every right to cart my ass off to jail and dare my cellmates to plant their seminal fluid inside me. Oh no !

When the concluding cut was consumed and consummated, I went back to a hard-and-fast diet of whacking off but with sound storage to cum over. It took a couple weeks before I could bear to rent the cake platter out of the fridge. ( I told you our house was n't the goodly. )

Mother was writing something in her worker 's maintenance journal at the kitchen table. I could n't finish myself. I set the platter on the buffet and walked up behind her. I reached around her waistline to cup her tits, wanting to massage them one final stage prison term.

Mother spun around, and she slapped my face, hard ! `` Hank ! We may exist in a fairly detached thinking, Modern mankind, but everything has it 's limits. '' She scolded me sternly. That 's when I knew it was over. I took the empty-bellied cake plate to the sink. Mother shook her point. She probably felt bad about having to react so harshly.

'' I 'm dingy to say it, Hank, but I 'm beaming that cake is finally gone. I do n't think it was very in force for me. '' She patting the slight but steadily growing hump in her midsection. `` I thought I 'd recovered from that terrible illness, but recently I 've been waking up spue to my stomach. It 's almost as if ... ''

'' No, I 'm sorry, 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 hide them far in the binding of the freezer. `` Who knows mom ? When I begin college next year, maybe I 'll pick up all sorts of closed book in organic alchemy. ''