Jill Strasburg stood in her Son'private road and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the object sitting in front of her boy'garage door. Matthew stood on the straw man stoop and watched his mother ; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front threshold what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, Matt thought, I should let put the red cent thing in the garage.

With a sigh the twenty-seven twelvemonth old walked down the sidewalk to his mother. He could state by her formula she was not very happy right now.

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

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

'' I know '' mat sighed. `` Look, I wear a helmet, I took every safety course. '' He told his mother. `` I 'm XXVII mom, and I LIKE riding OK. ''

Jill sighed heavily. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his physical appearance reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing blue centre and all-inclusive shoulders, along with his secure embrace when they met were invariant reminders of the lack of attention her husband had been giving her for almost the last year.

But this ... a motorcycle ... he knew how lots she hated these things. The estimate of him riding about unprotected sent a thrill of awe down her spine.

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

She tried not to stare at his pectus as the shirtless Lester Willis Young man stood beside her. She had to get a grip on herself, she realized. This was her son for God 's sake.

'' facial expression '' Matt said, stepping closer. `` The merely way to put your brain at simpleness is to try it. ``

'' Try it ? '' Jill asked confused. His closeness made his cologne water meet her anterior naris. The olfactory sensation of his sweat mixed with aftershave made her foreland tailspin. She tried to light up her thoughts.

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

'' Let me show you why Katie likes it so much '' matte chuckled.

Katie was her sons'most recent girlfriend. One in a drawstring her had changed over the last few years. Each lasting no more than six calendar month at scoop his mother knew. What had struck the 48 yr old woman 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 joint length red hair like herself, and most important all three had been rather well endowed in the breast department. For Jill, her 38D 's were something she had always been proud of, especially the fact that there had been small sag as the years had crept up on her.

The thinking of some womanhood crouched on this matter, clutching her son from behind, sent a pang through her eubstance. She shook her head to clear the thought, it could n't be jealousy.

Matt took her nous movement as a continued refusal, but he pushed forward regardless. Leaning in he slipped the helmet over his female parent, mind and then slipped his own on.

'' Matt ... '' Jill tried to protest. 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 occupy a refusal.

With surrender she climbed on behind her son, reasoning a fast run around the block, and then she could restart her tirade about motorcycle. As her leg slid over the seat, one thing became instantly obvious ; the myopic summer bird she was wearing was not the good alternative for a bike. She felt the hem lantern slide up her thighs, and then was startled when her step-in clad pussy came in contact with the leather seat.

'' Honey ... '' she tried to say.

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

'' Yeah, we have bipartizan mics in the helmet so we can still talk '' her son laughed.

Before she could even answer, she felt the bicycle jump to wave down the drive. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her sons'bare body, as she leaned into him, feeling her breasts insistency firmly against his rachis. His perfume almost made her point swimming again.

As Matt opened the throttle, Jill felt a unique sensory faculty. The trembling from the locomotive engine right below their seat went straight through the leather and right into her over heated lumbus. It sent a tingling wizard that caused her succus to start to leak into the cotton control board of her panties.

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

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

'' You have no idea '' his female parent moaned as the thrum of the motorcar sent tingles through her now pulsing clit.

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

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

'' No, it is n't '' Matts'interpreter filled her spike. `` But it is to a hot and aphrodisiac cleaning lady riding behind me. ``

Jill could n't subdue the thrill that rippled through her. That her son thought of her as hot and aphrodisiac created a sudden outpouring of fluids against the soft leather.

lustrelessness knew exactly what his mother was feeling right now. He could n't differentiate her how many adult female had experienced the Lapplander physical response to his bike she was. His mind swirled, pipe dream since he was a teenager came to his mind. Should he ? With a warm banked turn, he headed them up the on ramp and towards the main road, opening the throttle even more.

Oh my God, Jill thought. He has to arrest ... or something she never dreamed of was going to happen, and very soon. The yearlong drought of inattention from her husband, coupled with the constant vibe coursing through her, was turning into a hot burl deep in her belly very quickly.

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

Then, Jill watched in horror as they edged closer to the shoulder. Her grip tightened on him as she thought they were going to crash.

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

Matthew steered the motorcycle on to the rumble comic strip along the side of the highway.

Suddenly, her unanimous world exploded in white high temperature, as the bike roared through becalm bumps. The acute rhythmic bouncing drove the seat deep between her wooden leg like a poor boy, grinding her clit against the leather. The intense quivering caused a bolt to rocket straight from her now throbbing button, slamming through her enured teat, and swamp her brain.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh my fucking GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD '' Jill screamed as her torso convulsed, having a powerful orgasm. She sank her teeth into her sons'back as her mind almost melted from the sensations. She could feel her juices gush out to soak her pantie and coat the seat under her.

As her body shook against him, Matt pulled the motorcycle back into the lane ; he could listen his mother gasping through the microphone.

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

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

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

He heard a guttural groan, and felt his female parent convulse once again behind him. He could find the damp against his jeans as her fluids soaked between them.

Jill cursed and screamed her way through a second vivid orgasm as the bumping buns primer coat against her clit. Her nipples now dragged along Matts'dorsum as her body shook and trembled.

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

'' motherfucker '' Jill hissed. `` Pull this thing over right now. ``

'' Hey ... I 'm sorry if ... '' flatness said, worried he had done something to really disconcert his mother. He could n't see her boldness but felt the tautness in her trunk as she clung to him.

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

Jill slid her helping hand down her sons'taut belly, her hand finding a heavy steel pole between his second joint. The son of a bitch is punishing, she realized. Her fingers gripped the laborious flesh through his blue jean, she was shocked when she felt how thick-skulled and long Matts'cock was in her tight grip. All that was subaltern in her mind right now, the sole matter driving her was the sodding fire burning in the pit of her belly, fueled by the constant hum from the locomotive of the motorcycle.

If he had n't been sitting on the moving bike, Matt would hold jumped at the sudden impinging in his crotch. He was shocked at the forthrightness of his mother as her clasp tightened on his cock, making it throb through the textile of his jeans.

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

As her grip tightened, Matt did n't doubt a single word. He noticed a mansion for a rest surface area, and quickly took the off ramp. He coasted the bicycle into the rest period field, which, fortunately, was completely empty.

He had no more than add up to a stop and dropped the kickstand, and his mother was off the bike, staring at him. She made no effort to transfer 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 rake when she bit him. He then stood future to his shaking mother. Her eyes traveled his physical structure, staring at his bare dresser, and then locking to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

Part of her judgement tried to tell her this was her son, but that small representative was quickly drowned out by the yowl of need between her second joint. Stepping finisher, she once again reached out and gripped the blade hard cock trapped in those jeans.

'' Making your MOM have multiple climax on the back of your bike makes you laborious ? ”, she questioned.

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

"This is so wrong !"Jill snapped.

"I'm no-account mom. Katie told me you told her you haven't had a good coming in months. And I know have powerful of coming Katie gets when we ride, so I wanted to aid you."

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

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

'' What about Dad ? ``, his only resistance trying to incur a foothold.

The laughter his female parent gave was as cold as he had ever heard. Her words, 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 mean he's been spending his weekends for the live on year, it sure the hell was n't golfing. '' His mother said.

Her hired man shot out, unsnapping his jeans she yanked down the zipper hard, causing his tight dungaree and packer to dislodge down. lusterlessness felt his thick cock springiness innocent into the cool air, then surrounded by his mothers'warm fingers.

'' You started this by helping me to TWO knock-down clitoric climax. Now I need my pussy to be fucked. WILL YOU ?"

'' Yes '' mat could only gasp back.

Jill released her grip on his shaft, reaching up she pulled her skirt to her waist and then shoved her soaked panties to her knees. Matt stared as his wanton female parent leaned over the seat of the still running bike, moaning as the vibration course through her belly.

lusterlessness could only gaze as his gaze took in her heavy ass as she stuck it straight at him. He could see the juices slick on her internal thighs as she spread her ramification for him.

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

For Matt, it was like every dream he had ever had since he was in puberty stared back at him. He stepped forward and pressed the ingurgitate head of his cock against his mother's soaked lips.

'' OH snitch '' matte groaned. His hips shifted and just the swollen-headed head slipped inside his mother. Her steaming mouth wrapping around the crown.

'' Fuck yessssssss '' Jill hissed as she felt the walls of her kitty-cat starting to stretch. After a year, she knew she would be tight, and Matt was n't exactly small. This was like a annoyer to her.

Matt felt her ass shift, trying to displume more of him into her sozzled channel.

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

The idea sent his body into overdrive, as Matt rammed the entire length of his stopcock 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 steady rumble of the bike vibrated through her belly as she leaned over the simple machine. She felt the bulwark of her snatch stretching to try and fit her sons'invading cock as he pounded into her over and over. Now this, she dimly thought, is fucking.

'' Fucking tight '' matte grunted as he felt the velvet rampart of his mother'dripping pussy grip his cock. His hands reached down and gripped her pelvic arch, pulling her trembling body back into him as he powered into his mother.

It was almost surreal to the young man as he stared down between their bodies, watching the spear of his thick cock disappear into her. He saw the deep Caucasian cream clinging to his cock, muffle grounds of his mothers'pleasure.

'' Shit ... oh sleep with yes ... '' Jill chanted as she felt her Son'hips slap against her ass. This may be prevent incest, but this was the in effect fucking the forty-eight-year-old charwoman could ever remember receiving.

'' That 's it baby '' her spokesperson crackled in his ears through the helmet. `` Fuck your momma upright. '' She praised him.

Matt 's vision began to swim as he felt her grasp at his cock with every driving force. His mother'cushy throaty voice kept driving him on.

'' You 've wanted this a foresightful clock time '', his mother told him. `` I know you have, now make it count. piece of tail me hard ! ! You started this game with this damn bike, now finish it. Give me that hot load deep inside my pussy you bastard. '' Her voice rasped.

The thought his mother actually wanted him to unload inside her, exploded inside Matts'brain. His hip joint picked up speed as he rammed hard into her, making her ass shake with the top executive of his blows.

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

flatness felt his mother'hot fluids gush out, coating his shaft and musket ball, and then run down her vibration second joint. He was making her cum ; his own mother was cumming on his cock.

'' FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK '' lusterlessness roared as his Lucille Ball ignited. He rammed as mysterious into her as he could as his cock jerked, and then spewed his hot seed into her needy cunt.

'' Yes ... yes ... yessssssssssss '' Jill screamed. She thought her orgasm had been acute just being fucked. The moment lustrelessness'hot ointment washed her walls, her stallion torso convulsed.

The sound of gurgling and whimper filled his ears as he unloaded every drop from his clod he could. No other woman had ever responded with the primordial lustfulness his mother was right now.

'' Fucking Hades '' flatness gasped as he slid his still pulsing cock from his female parent. `` You, my dear mother, are the blistering fuck ever '' he said.

Jill rose up off the humming bike, and reached down with shaking manus. She pulled her panties up over her cum drenched cunt, trying to capture as much of the hot load inside her. She swung one leg over, settling her dripping womanhood onto the leather seat.

'' convey me domicile Matthew. '' Her vox filled his ears.

Matt quickly pulled his underwear and jeans back into station and mounted the bike. His numbed psyche wondering if now that the heat of the moment had passed, would his mother rail on him for what had happened.

As they were leaving the rest area, another man and char rode in on a motorcycle. Jill noticed the header 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 Matt pulled back on to the highway. Once on the highway, Matt guided the cycle to the bumpy strips.

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

Matt smiled and pulled the bicycle off the jolty flight strip and increased the speed .