I sat my naked ass on the pot beside the salad dressing tabular array and picked up Mom's lighter. My tool was wilting as I touched the flame to my cigarette.
To me, the flock of my cum leaking from my female parent's Vannevar Bush covered pussy, was one of the most pleasing things of my entire life.
The only thing that would stimulate made it better is if she'd been as delirious 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 E. B. White stream was the third load I had filled her with, and if I could get hard again, she'd get identification number four before she would start out coming out of it.
This was the ninth or tenth time I was able to take out off the same feat, blaming her particular 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 find out 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 stream, I could barely walk to my room, down the hall.
I left her lying on her back, legs spread, and in a pond of cum.

piece of ass was no new thing to me, but my own mother was the one fair sex I had wanted since I first learned to jack up off.
I was still asleep when she tapped on my doorway and told me the coffee was fix and she'd fix breakfast after her shower.
I had to laugh softly, since I knew the substantial reason she was needing her shower so early.
"Were you awake when Ben brought me home death Nox ?"
"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, get their dick in me and haul ass."
She put my umber mug in front of me and hugged me to her big breast. I wanted to take up them right thru her thin menage coat, but I settled for a cuddle,"I love you, Mom. Maybe I can aid you find a really good guy ; one who will deal you with a little respect."
She patted the top of my foreland and told me she'd be right on back. When I heard the bathroom room access close, I adjusted my boxers so my rising prick wouldn't get into a bind. If Mom ever found out I was fucking her, she'd probably cut off my dick while I was sleeping.
When she returned, she told me,"I have an idea. Why don't you and I have a particular date night ? We can eat out, maybe go to a club ; dance a footling, maybe ?"She refilled my cup and rubbed the top of my head, again,"At least I know I can calculate on you to treat me good."
MY GOD ! I wanted to flip her on the damn level and fuck her, right then. It's a proficient thing the tabular array hid my grueling 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 bathroom while she cooked our ballock and bacon. I'm surprised she didn't find out me groan with pleasure and assuagement when I pumped my freight into the toilet. One shot 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 release about how I was going to plan drinks and drugs, so I could have it away her all night long, again. But… I had all day to think about it. ************
The steaks were medium uncommon and tender. The salad was crinkle, covered with the delicious, hot, house dressing with Bacon bits and tiny pieces of radish. The baked tater had some steak sauce shuffle with the melted butter… absolutely delicious.
Mom had one drinking glass of red vino, but limited herself to that single glass.
It was going hard to slew the kayo pill into her boozing unless she got tipsy ; to the point she wouldn't pay much attention to what was going on around her.
We danced at the Red Onion nightspot for two hours or Sir Thomas More. She had several guys ask for her company, but she refused each one,"Thank you, but my precious son is my escort for tonight. We'll be leaving soon and he's the man who gets all my attention tonight."
She gave me a wink and a grin each time she sent a suitor away. Her eyes rarely left our table and she would pat my hand often as we sat between dances.
I decided to ask her about Dad, and why he left us.
"Maybe I better have some alcoholic drink before I talk about that turd,"she said,"but, no, I'm sticking with my decision to go Inner Light on the liquor tonight. It's after eleven, so let's go home base and I'll tell you some matter, once we get out of these partiality clothes. You're 22years old, now, and there's plenty of history you need to love about this family."
DAMMIT ! I sat on the couch in my sweats when she came down the stairs in the gauzy night-robe. She sat beside me and asked,"What do you guess ? Do you like it ?"
"hoot, Mom, if you weren't my mother…."
"That hasn't stopped you before."
"… Uh, what ? ...."
"facial expression, Donnie, you're the only one I know who bends the filters on cigarettes and pinches the ends together. I spotted it first about three engagement ago. Your filters were in my ashtray each time I woke up in a pond of cum. The second time, I was sure it was you, but when I got out of bed this dawning, there it was again. You've been filling my old cunt every time I come base inebriate. fountainhead, son, if you want some tonight, I get to love it, too."
She slipped her top off and stood. My brain was rooted as her big mamilla swayed in movement of me while she stepped out of her panty. I raised my hip joint so she could pull my travail pants off. When she saw my hard shaft standing at attention, she gave it a quick kiss and straddled me. She had no problem sliding down on ol'Fat Boy, and offering her brown nipples to me.
phonograph needle to say, I popped my testis in to a lesser extent than two minutes. She didn't have a luck to depend upon long enough to have an coming, but she assured me the Night was young… and there were many, many night 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 judgement that I pull on your dick while I tell you some things. In fact, whenever you get ready for more than snatch, we'll take a prisonbreak from the story."
Mom reminded me that her mother was killed long before I was born. Grandpa was a crabby ol'motherfucker and made Mom start sucking his shaft when she was still very Brigham Young,"He'd grab hands full of my hairsbreadth and force me to gag as I swallowed his nasty loads. Eventually, he started fucking me, too, but blow caper were his ducky way to abase me. He'd tell me that fair sex were made for sucking, fucking and having infant. I was scared of him and never told him ‘ no ’. There's no telling how many times 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 female parent's sass or not. I leaned over and pulled her naked eubstance to mine. We kissed… we kissed over and over. My helping hand roamed her firm body while hers stroked my stopcock. She lay back on the couch and tugged me into place. Her legs banquet and my hard shaft sank into her. God, she felt so good…
Once we finished that turn, in which I'm proud to say, I gave her two orgasms ; Mom told me that she had kicked Dad out of the theatre,"Blow jobs are not my favorite affair to do, but I didn't mind giving head to your dad once in a while. The world-class sentence he got rough and forced me to gag, I warned him not to do it again ; I'd had enough of that shit with my own dad.
"Then he came home pissed off about something at work. He tore my apparel off and forced me onto the bed. He stabbed his dick at my backtalk several times, so I gave up, opened up and took him in. When he jammed it down my pharynx 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 golf stroke and hit him punishing.
"I had to make out a cop friend of mine, but he kicked your dad's ass all over the parking lot. He's never been in this sign since."
In the last ten month, Mom and I have spent every night together. When she's on her stop, she blows me and smiles when it's over. We love each former, and regale each other like man and wife. I hope that never changes .