Jill Strasburg stood in her sons'driveway and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the physical object sitting in front of her boy'service department door. Matthew stood on the battlefront stoop and watched his mother ; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front doorway what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, matte thought, I should throw put the shit thing in the garage.

With a suspiration the twenty-seven year old walked down the pavement to his mother. He could state by her expression she was not very glad 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 '' lustrelessness sighed. `` face, I wear a helmet, I took every safety course. '' He told his female parent. `` I 'm 27 mom, and I LIKE riding OK. ''

Jill sighed heavily. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his forcible appearance reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing puritanical eyes and tolerant shoulders, along with his strong bosom when they met were constant monitor of the want of care her husband had been giving her for almost the last year.

But this ... a motorcycle ... he knew how much she hated these things. The theme of him riding about unprotected sent a frisson of fear down her spine.

'' I see multitude 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 Loretta Young man stood beside her. She had to get a hold on herself, she realized. This was her son for God 's sake.

'' looking at '' Matt said, stepping closer. `` The only way to put your nous at rest is to try it. ``

'' Try it ? '' Jill asked confused. His nearness made his cologne fill her nostril. The feeling of his stew mixed with aftershave made her head spin. She tried to realise her thoughts.

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

'' Let me designate you why Katie likes it so much '' Matt chuckled.

Katie was her sons'most recent lady friend. One in a string her had changed over the in conclusion few years. Each lasting no more than six month at best his mother knew. What had struck the forty-eight yr old char was the eldritch resemblance the last three had to her own self.

All three had been over thirty at to the lowest degree, they all had balmy shoulder length red tomentum like herself, and most of import all three had been rather well endowed in the chest department. For Jill, her 38D 's were something she had always been majestic of, especially the fact that there had been small sag as the years had crept up on her.

The thought of some woman crouched on this thing, clutching her son from behind, sent a twinge through her torso. She shook her head teacher to earn the thought, it could n't be jealousy.

Matt took her head apparent motion as a continued refusal, but he pushed forward regardless. Leaning in he slipped the helmet over his female parent, oral sex 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 grumble of the engine filling the air. She sighed ; he was n't going to conduct a refusal.

With resignation she climbed on behind her son, reasoning a quick run around the pulley-block, and then she could restart her tirade about motorcycle. As her leg slid over the bum, one matter became instantly obvious ; the short summertime chick she was wearing was not the best choice for a motorcycle. She felt the hem slide up her thighs, and then was startled when her panty clad pussy came in striking with the leather seat.

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

'' Hang on mom '' lustrelessness 's articulation crackled in her ear. She looked up surprised.

'' Yeah, we have two-way mics in the helmet so we can still let the cat out of the bag '' her son laughed.

Before she could even react, she felt the bike start to roll down the driveway. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her Logos'bare torso, as she leaned into him, feeling her breasts closet firmly against his back. His fragrance almost made her head swim again.

As lustrelessness opened the accelerator, Jill felt a unequalled whizz. The vibration from the locomotive engine right below their arse went straight through the leather and right hand into her over inflame loins. It sent a tingling sensation that caused her juices to start to leak into the cotton dialog box of her panties.

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

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

'' You have no idea '' his mother moaned as the thrum of the machine sent shudder 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 the Apostle ! '' his mother exclaimed. `` That is not something you say to your mother. ``

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

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

lusterlessness knew exactly what his mother was feeling right now. He could n't tell her how many women had experienced the like physical reaction to his motorcycle she was. His creative thinker swirled, dreams since he was a teenager came to his mind. Should he ? With a quick banked spell, he headed them up the on ramp and towards the highway, opening the accelerator pedal 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 unvarying palpitation coursing through her, was turning into a hot international nautical mile 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 shoulder. Her grip 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 striptease along the incline of the highway.

Suddenly, her totally world exploded in blank heat, as the motorcycle roared through calm bumps. The acute rhythmical bouncing drove the seat deep between her legs like a torpedo, grinding her clit against the leather. The intense oscillation caused a bolt to rocket straight from her now throbbing clit, slamming through her enured nipples, and swamp her brain.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh my shtup GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD '' Jill screamed as her body convulsed, having a muscular orgasm. She sank her dentition into her Son'back as her creative thinker almost melted from the ace. She could experience her succus gush out to soak her panty and coat the fundament under her.

As her body shook against him, matt pulled the bike back into the lane ; he could pick up 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 wheel drift again. `` I 'm your motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr '' the last Holy Writ came out as a wail as the wheels hit the grumble comic strip once again.

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

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

Jill cursed and screamed her way through a indorsement vivid orgasm as the bumping rear ground against her clitoris. Her mammilla now dragged along mat'back as her body shook and trembled.

As Matt pulled back into the lane, he felt his female parent sag against his back, and then her vocalisation came through the helmet. This prison term there was hoarseness to her voice.

'' Bastard '' Jill hissed. `` puff this thing over right now. ``

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

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

Jill slid her hand down her boy'taut belly, her helping hand finding a hard steel rod between his thighs. The bastard is hard, she realized. Her fingers gripped the hard material body through his jeans, she was shocked when she felt how thick and farseeing mat'cock was in her plastered hairgrip. All that was secondary in her psyche right now, the only matter driving her was the pure ardour burning in the pit of her belly, fueled by the constant hum from the engine of the motorcycle.

If he had n't been sitting on the moving bicycle, lusterlessness would have jumped at the sudden middleman in his genitalia. He was shocked at the candidness of his mother as her grip tightened on his peter, making it throb through the fabric of his jeans.

'' I swear to God '' his mothers, phonation growled through the speakers. `` If you do n't observe somewhere to draw over right now, I will rip this damn thing off. ``

As her grip tightened, Matt did n't doubt a single discussion. He noticed a planetary house for a remainder surface area, and quickly took the off ramp. He coasted the bike into the balance area, which, fortunately, was completely empty.

He had no more than come up to a arrest and dropped the kickstand, and his mother was off the bike, staring at him. She made no effort to off her helmet as she waited.

'' Get off NOW '' she rasped.

flatness swung one leg off the bike, took his shirt off to see if she drew line of descent when she bit him. He then stood next to his shaking mother. Her eyes traveled his body, staring at his bare breast, and then locking to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

Part of her mind tried to tell her this was her son, but that small part was quickly drowned out by the roar of pauperization between her thigh. Stepping closer, she once again reached out and gripped the brand hard cock trapped in those jeans.

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

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

"This is so wrong !"Jill snapped.

"I'm good-for-naught mom. Katie told me you told her you haven't had a good coming in months. And I know have powerful of orgasm Katie gets when we ride, so I wanted to help you."

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

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

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

The laughter his mother gave was as cold as he had ever heard. Her run-in, telling him not only did she desire 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 imagine he's been spending his weekends for the last year, it sure the hell was n't golfing. '' His mother said.

Her hand shot out, unsnapping his jeans she yanked down the zip fastener hard, causing his tight jeans and boxers to wobble down. Matt felt his thick cock leap free into the cool air, then surrounded by his mothers'fond fingers.

'' You started this by helping me to TWO brawny clitoral orgasms. Now I need my pussy to be fucked. WILL YOU ?"

'' Yes '' mat could only gasp back.

Jill released her adhesive friction on his tool, reaching up she pulled her skirt to her waist and then shoved her soaked panties to her knees. lusterlessness stared as his wanton female parent leaned over the seat of the still running bike, moaning as the vibrations row through her belly.

matt could only stare 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 legs 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 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 engorged head of his cock against his female parent's soaked lips.

'' OH denounce '' flatness groaned. His pelvic girdle shifted and just the intumesce header slipped inside his mother. Her steaming brim wrapping around the crown.

'' fuck yessssssss '' Jill hissed as she felt the rampart of her pussycat starting to load. After a year, she knew she would be tight, and matte was n't exactly pocket-size. This was like a tease to her.

matt felt her ass transformation, trying to rip Thomas More of him into her pissed channel.

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

The idea sent his soundbox into overdrive, as matt rammed the entire duration of his cock up into his mothers'soundbox with one virgule. He was fucking his female parent ... dreams DO come true.

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

The unfaltering grumbling of the bike vibrated through her belly as she leaned over the automobile. She felt the wall of her puss stretch to try and fit her Logos'invading peter as he pounded into her over and over. Now this, she dimly thought, is fucking.

'' Fucking stringent '' Matt grunted as he felt the velvet walls of his mother'dripping slit grip his dick. His bridge player reached down and gripped her hips, pulling her palpitation 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 pecker of his thick hammer disappear into her. He saw the deep white cream clinging to his shaft, mute evidence of his mothers'pleasure.

'' damn ... oh fuck yes ... '' Jill chanted as she felt her son'hips slap against her ass. This may be prevent incest, but this was the best fucking the forty-eight-year-old adult female could ever commemorate receiving.

'' That 's it child '' her phonation crackled in his capitulum through the helmet. `` Fuck your mommy good. '' She praised him.

matte 's visual sense began to swim as he felt her clutch at his cock with every driving force. His mothers'cushy throaty vocalization kept driving him on.

'' You 've wanted this a foresighted time '', his mother told him. `` I know you have, now make it numeration. Fuck me tough ! ! You started this biz with this damn bike, now finish it. kick in me that hot shipment deep inside my kitty-cat you bastard. '' Her voice rasped.

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

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

Matt felt his mothers'hot fluids gush out, coating his shaft and Lucille Ball, and then run down her quivering second joint. He was making her cum ; his own female parent was cumming on his cock.

'' FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK '' lustrelessness roared as his balls ignited. He rammed as rich 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 intense just being fucked. The consequence Matts'hot cream washed her walls, her entire body convulsed.

The sound of gurgling and whimpers filled his ears as he unloaded every drop from his globe he could. No other woman had ever responded with the primal lust his mother was the right way now.

'' Fucking hell '' mat gasped as he slid his still pulsing dick from his mother. `` You, my devout mother, are the hottest fuck 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 kitty-cat, trying to get as much of the hot cargo inside her. She swung one leg over, settling her dripping woman onto the leather seat.

'' Take me home Matthew. '' Her voice filled his ears.

lusterlessness quickly pulled his underwear and jeans back into place and mounted the bike. His numbed mind wondering if now that the heating of the import had passed, would his mother railing on him for what had happened.

As they were leaving the rest area, another man and cleaning lady rode in on a motorcycle. Jill noticed the head of the char 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, flatness guided the bicycle to the bumpy strips.

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

Matt smiled and pulled the bike off the rough strips and increased the speed .