I

It was about 4:30 on a Th afternoon, and I was sitting in the den watching a porno movie.

The icon quality was terrible, but that was expected. It was spy erotica, captured by a camera hidden in a motel way. The video, which resembled contraption store surveillance footage, showed a garish bed covering with a teal fleur-de-lys pattern. Beside the bed, light crept under a set of great curtains drawn over the window.

On the bed, a woman was sucking a man 's putz. Both were completely nude. He looked about 45, with a big bald spot on the backbone of his head and a flabby gut that made his legs seem skinny. He was dark-skinned with soundbox pilus and his rooster looked decently vauntingly, maybe eight or nine inches.

"Oh, yeah, suck it, Kate,"he moaned.

The cleaning lady looked younger, about 30, and was outstanding. Both her coiffure and her trimmed beaver were medium-brown. Her bronze pelt was flawless, and her figure just would n't quit. Her branch were long and perfectly tapered. Her hips were full but not overly so for her height and frame—she was about a five-foot-six and relatively supple. Her stomach was flat and her waist was narrow.

And her tits—oh, man, her tits. They were monumental, easily a DD cup and probably a DDD or E. They were real, too, riding close together like two huge, lissom eggs. They shimmied and bounced against each former while she pumped her fist up and down her partner 's thickly cock. She sneered at the man and licked her lip like a porno movie actress. One might guess that she was a very expensive sporting lady and he was a affluent businessman.

"You ready for it, baby ?"the man asked. The woman reached across and took a prophylactic packet from the nightstand. A quick tearing speech sound cut through the room, then the woman took the rolled safe in her mouth. She went down on the man once more, methodically this time, unrolling the condom on his shaft. Nice. None of my many teenage girlfriend had ever done that to me.

The intercourse was hot, in a perfunctory way. They started in the missionary military position, the beautiful adult female 's huge, firm-looking bosom widening as she lay back and the man mounted her. Inside her, he pumped somewhat robotically ; I watched his saggy coffin nail protuberance up and down between her stage and wished the rigid tv camera angle had captured the insight. Clearly, this was n't the first prison term this couple had fucked. By now, the man had used up all his move and the woman was getting bored.

Then the view got a lot better. The man rolled off the woman and she mounted him. Riding cowgirl-style, she flexed her gorgeous trope up down while the man groped her. This prison term I could see the penetration, and I felt my own big tool grow rock-hard in my pant as I watched the hemisphere of her shapely ass move up and down on his dong.

"Ooh, yeah, infant, go for it,"the man seethed.

Even the view of his shaft going into her was zippo, however, compared to the sight of her big wrack heaving mightily. The man liked this, too, his eyes widening and fixing on her armoured combat vehicle as they lurched up and down. He reached up and cupped his hands under them. lucky bastard.

Then he slid his bridge player down to her waist and she arched her back proudly. Those big breast practically exploded off her chest, vaulting out like two huge, mild gourds.

"Oh, screwing,"I whispered."Oh, christ, yes."I had seen this fair sex before, you understand, but never like this. Never even bare. I squeezed my throbbing rooster through my pants, desperately wanting to whip it out and jack off right then and there. I had jacked off to her so many times already. But I did n't dare this time. I had better programme for my dick. very much intimately plans.

The woman 's marvelous titty were too much for her married person. Groaning, he bucked his coxa and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Oh, child, I'm—ohhhhhhhh. Ungggggh ! Yeahhhhhh ! Oh !"He had just shot his load into the condom. The session was over.

The charwoman stared down at him with pursed sass and then dismounted. She clearly had n't had an orgasm of her own. She lay beside him, offering another long, unobstructed head-on opinion of her incredible body. Christ. The man lit a fag for himself, then offered her one. She declined.

"You know, Jim,"she said, folding her weapon system behind her oral sex,"You 've got a gracious big dick but you do n't last long enough."

"Sorry, babe,"he said.

While they pillow-talked on the videotape, I heard a car outside in the private road. I quickly hit the mute button and listened for the front door. It opened a minute later and I heard a couplet of blackguard clicking on the gemstone floor of the foyer. My female parent was home.

Normally, this would have caused a instant of sheer panic. I was 18 twelvemonth old, a senior in eminent school, and here I was watching a sex TV in my parents'den. Under normal circumstances, I would have frantically yanked the tape recording from the VCR and dashed up the back stair to my bedroom.

Not this prison term, however. Today was unlike. Today was far from rule. If things went as planned, today was going to be the neat day ever.

You see, the hot woman on the hidden-camera sex magnetic tape was no porn virtuoso or hooker.

She was my mother.

I had long suspected her of having affairs, and with this video, which I had made two days prior, I now had her abruptly to right wing. If Dad knew, it would squash him. He adored my female parent for rationality I never quite understood.

Dad was n't going to find out, however, if I got my way. This is where the totally matter gets really sprain, so keep reading only if you dare. See, I didn't plan to show Dad the tape. I planned to register it to Mom, however, and I was going to pressure her with it.

What did I want, you wonder ? A new car ? Nah, I already had a Mustang convertible. Money ? I had plenty of money from the cushy summertime role occupation I 'd worked. That was ordinary stuff. There in the VCR was the smoking gun from hell, and I wanted something really good in exchange. Something unthinkable. Something I 'd remember for the rest period of my life.

I wanted what the guy on the tape got. I wanted to fuck my mother.

II

I hit the rewind button and headed casually down the retentive hallway to the kitchen. En route, I began to feature minute opinion about my plan. Would it work ? Was it too sick even to try ? Was there something seriously wrongfulness with me ? certainly, Freud said all men want to grind away their female parent, but he never said it was okay to actually do it.

As I walked into the kitchen, I had momentarily given up on my strategy and was looking forward to a pattern evening, not a weird one. Funny how sex can fright you that way. Then I saw Mom, who was putting a six-pack of mineral H2O in the icebox, and my cock stirred again. God Almighty, what a woman. She was wearing a navy blue cotton wool skirt that rode snugly down over her hips and thigh and ended a few column inch above the knee. From there, her silky pegleg descended into a pair of profane platform sandals. Her toenails were cerise and perfect.

The top half was even better. Her big teat were practically pushing the front of her drop silk blouse into a unlike zip computer code. I could see a tantalizing hint of her massive cleavage protrusion and jiggling as she closed the fridge. What an hourglass. Mom was 36 but had the flesh of a 20-year-old. During a minute like this, I usually undressed her in my mind. Now, thanks to that tape, however, I no longer needed to. I knew how incredible she looked bare, how business firm and perfect her body was. I had seen everything—her mammilla, her ass, her beaver, everything, and it was all just as hot as I had envisioned.

Yes, I wanted to fuck her. zilch else mattered just then. My plan was suddenly back in action.

"Hi,"I said.

"Hi, St. Peter. Did you mow the back yard yet ?"

"Not yet."Mowing the back yard was my Thursday afternoon chore.

"Well, you 'd better get moving before it gets dark."She was right. We had a big back yard.

"Yeah, I will,"I said."But first there 's something I want to establish you."

"What ?"

"Uh, it 's a video."

"Oh, Peter, this is n't another tape from football game practice, is it ? I really do n't have time—"

"No, it 's not another football recitation. It 's a surprise."

"Okay, let me get a drink and I 'll be there in a minute."

I headed back to the den to hold off. After five instant, which seemed like ten old age, her hound came clicking down the hall. She walked into the den with a Tanquerey and tonic in a crystal sway tumbler pigeon, the ice tinkling like a bantam marimba. Her huge breasts were bouncing youthfully inside her blouse. I let my oculus linger on them a little thirster than usual, and she noticed.

"dick, what did I state you about staring at my pectus ?"

"Sorry."

"My big breast attract enough attention out in populace, so the last matter I need is for my own son to yawn at them at home."

"I 'll master myself."

After today, I thought, I wo n't ever demand to stare again. I 'll just glance in her direction and think, been there, done that.

"Come on, tool, show me whatever this surprisal is. I 've got things to do."

"I 'm glad you made yourself that drink,"I said."You 're gon na call for it."

"Why ?"she asked with a government note of alarm.

I hit the play button and the tape measure rolled from the starting time. There was a second or two of electrostatic fuzz, then the empty motel way appeared.

"What is this ?"she asked with even more concern.

"Oh, it 's just something I taped a couplet of days ago."

"Where did—"

Her question trailed off as the motel room room access opened and the lunch period lovers entered.

I glanced at Mom, who had just recognized herself."Oh, my god,"she whispered."Oh, my god."She put her cheek her deal for a few secondment and then looked at the concealment again, where she and her pudgy partner were standing beside the bed. He was kissing her cervix and cupping his hands under her jugs through her sweater.

"Man, that guy ca n't keep his hand off those big tits of yours,"I said. I had never said anything like that to Mom, and it felt raw and chilling coming out.

Still in impact, she did n't even hear me."Peter how did you get this tape ?"she asked, her lower lip quivering.

"I made it myself,"I said."hold out week I followed you to that motel. The desk clerk said you and the guy always come every Tuesday around one o'clock. So this Tuesday dawn I went back there a dyad of hours early and gave the clerk fifty bucks to let me install the camera in one of the rooms. Then he promised to ease up you that room. As you can see, he made soundly on his promise."

On the blind, Mom 's perspirer was off and her partner was licking the slopes of her tits between the huge cups of her full-coverage bra while she fumbled with his whack buckle.

"act it off, Peter, please. I do n't want you to see this."

"Are you crazy ? Do you reckon I have n't watched it already ? I 've seen the whole thing, Mom. I 've seen it all. I 've seen your gorgeous raw trunk while you suck his cock—"

"St. Peter, bar it !"

"—then I 've seen those fantastic tits heaving while you ride the lucky bastard."“ No, no, no,"she moaned, burying her face in her bridge player again.

"But frankly, Mom, you 'd did n't appear satisfied at the end. How long have you been fucking this guy ?"

"Peter, do n't talk like that."

"Oh, that does n't weigh now. How long ?"

"A mates of calendar month. I do n't call up we should discuss this."

"wellspring, the material question is, what are we going to do about it ?"

"It 's not your worry. I 'll break seeing Greg. It 's over."

"You 're not going to tell Dad ?"

"No, no, it would kill him. Do you want to see him hurt ?"

"No, and you do n't want to be divorced and penniless, do you ?"

"shaft, what has come over you ? Everyone makes misunderstanding, Young man."

"And multitude have to pay for their mistakes."

"tool, believe me, just sitting here with you and seeing this is bad enough for me."

"Well, that 's not trade good enough for me."

"What ?"

"Listen, do you want me to collapse this tape to Dad, or do n't you ?"

"What are you getting at ?"she asked morbidly.

A long silence fell.

"Oh, I see, you 're blackmailing me. You 're blackmailing your own female parent. Jesus Christ, you've got nerve."

"well ?"

"wellspring what ? What do you want ? A new car ? How about a BMW ? I 'll pay for it from my private accounting and your don will be no wiser."

"Nah, I love my Mustang."

"What, then ? A slip ? You can go anywhere. You can rent your girlfriend to Europe for a month and spend as much as you want."

"I do n't like French food."

"well, what, then ? I do n't sympathise. Do you want more than exemption ? No More chore ? No curfew ? It 's done. I 'll work it out with your father somehow."

"You 're getting colder, Mom."

"Then what, Peter ? Would you please tell me what the perdition you want ?"

I smiled at her and nodded at the CRT screen, where she, kneeling, was tugging down the man 's pants and starting a cock sucking. Unfortunately, he had his back to the tv camera and I could n't quite see his cock in her mouth.

"Peter, please flex that off."

"No, Mom, you do n't understand. That 's what I want."

"What ?"

"That."On the TV, Mom 's heart were closed as she bobbed on her partner 's knob. The microphone picked up faint smacking sounds.

"You want…from me ? Are you softheaded ?"

"That, for starters."

"Oh, my god, you want to have sex with me ?"her tone approached hysteria.

"Yep."

"peter, honey, be sane. intend about what you're suggesting."

"I've thought about it a lot. Hell, I've been thinking about it for twelvemonth,"I said, ogling her Brobdingnagian binge line.

Her eyes followed mine down into her segmentation."Oh, god, I knew this beautiful consistency would get me into unplayful fuss one day, but I never dreamed of anything this insane. Well, it doesn't matter because it's not going to pass off. Sorry, St. Peter, but I'm not going to sleep with my own son. When you come to your gumption you'll thank me for it."

"Mom, you're forgetting something. The tape."

On the screen, Mom and the guy were naked and on the bed. She was still blowing him, only now the television camera was seeing everything. She slowly drew her animal lips up and down his pole as he moaned and grasped the bedspread.

"Oh, my god, Peter, please turn that off. Even seeing me like that will damage you. It's just not natural."

"aspect like you give swell head,"I said, ignoring her pleas.

"St. Peter the Apostle, for Jesus Christ's sake,"she intoned, standing up and facing me, blocking my horizon of the television set and planting her mitt on her hip joint. I had no intention of relinquishing the remote mastery to her and there was no power switch on the console.

"I'm offering you a tangible bargain, Mom. virtually Kid would want dozens of money. You're getting off Scot detached, basically. In a few minute, the tape measure will be yours. And believe me, you'll enjoy earning it."

"You're absolutely out of your mind."

"If you think that guy is well-hung, wait until you see my big boy."

She ignored that."Listen, dear, just because you've caught me with someone else doesn't mean I'm some horny slut who will do anything."

"Oooh, yeah, that it's, Greg,"came her voice from the TV loudspeaker system."sucking my big tits while you fuck me."Mom winced and flushed.

I guffawed."You were saying ?"

"tool, please don't destroy our relationship. We've already had so much trouble."

"Enough talk of the town,"I announced, getting up and facing her."Unless you want me to mail that tape to Dad at his spot tomorrow, here's what's going to happen. We're going to go upstairs to my room, look at off our dress, then I'm going to slide my big cock into your twat and fuck your brains—"

I saw the blink of an eye of her palm, then felt the neck-twisting whop of her hand against my face. She had struck me as hard as she could. Frowning in painfulness, I saw the desperate rage in her beautiful dark-brown eyes. Mom was a bitch, but she had never struck me.

"I'll give you some prison term to retrieve about it,"I said."Either you show up in my way later this evening wearing that red bikini, or Dad gets the tape. And by the way, I've already made a transcript of it. The choice is yours. Do the right thing."

"Simon Peter, please, let's talk of the town this over."

I was out of the room and headed down the hall.

"Go screw yourself, putz,"Mom called after me. I looked back and saw her leaning sexily against the doorframe."You're right, honey, I do accept a fantastic organic structure. My pegleg are long, my ass is shapely, my waist is flyspeck and my teat, well, look at them,"she said, cupping her script around her awing rack and squeezing, making her cleavage swell and air against her blouse buttons. Fuck."Huge, round, business firm, perfect. All of my lovers have said they're the best, and that I'm the best. Greg couldn't get enough of me. But you, young man, will never, ever jazz me that way. generate it up."

"Alright,"I said."I'll clique up a copy of the tapeline for Dad."

III

I had no melodic theme what she 'd do. Mom was a conniving gold power shovel, but she was n't crazy. Having sex with your own son—now that was crazy. I had probably presented Mom with the most agonizing quandary of her life.

With a little luck, she 'd face it as a dead on target pragmatist. After just a couple of minute of unthinkable sex, she 'd get away with having an function and go right on with her spirit. She should even consider herself lucky, I mused. Dad was a good man but a very green-eyed one, and if he had caught her in bed with that guy, he 'd let given each of them a heater between the eyes. Viewed that way, my snooping had perhaps forestalled a doubled homicide. Darkly, I imagined the scene : Dad bursting into the motel room, his snub-nosed .357 revolver in one hired man. A gasp and a screech from the bed, where Greg had just started pumping Mom 's twat doggy-style, her big knocker swinging and her facial expression screwed up in joy. Dad would shoot Greg first, the bullet hitting him just above the left field eye and slamming him back against the headboard, short. Then Mom would develop up into a kneel location, petrified, not even bothering to encompass her huge breasts with her bridge player. As she blurted out an apology, Dad would take one last, lubricious feel at her wonderful organic structure and then blow her head off.

See ? I had circumvented all that carnage, and all I wanted in return was a little pussy.

Of row, she did n't see it that way. She only saw it as a choice between moral depravity and financial ruin. If Dad saw the tape, she 'd be out of the house within hours and divorced within days. My father was a very sinewy man and could easily make it happen that fast.

Would I do it ? Would I really send him the tapeline ? I asked myself that question more often as the even wore on and Mom did n't express up at my door. She was n't going to do it, I realized. She 'd do anything to keep back her inside aliveness, but she would n't resort to incest. She was probably pondering various counter-offers to talk me out of my distorted quest.

She had come up with a pretty good one, it turned out. Around nine, I heard her slippered feet pad toward my room.

"Peter ?"she said softly, standing the threshold, afraid to recruit. She was wearing her gunpowder Amytal bathrobe, which vaulted forward over her huge chest, and her hair was wet.

"Yeah, I'm in here,"I said.

"I have an idea. Do you remember Cindy, my friend from the lawn tennis club ? She's really gorgeous and is built like me,"she said, bringing her hands up to her chest."If that's what you like, then I'll arrange for you and her to, you know…"

"wellspring, if Cindy wants to join us for a threesome, that would be hot. I think I could fulfill both of you at once. Otherwise, it'll just be you and me."

Mom, who had taken a aspirer stair into the room, leaned back against the wall by the luminosity switch and let out a longsighted, defeated sigh. Her big tits shimmied under her gown. Then she smiled wryly and shook her head in disbelief."And you haven't come to your senses about that shiny new BMW ?"

"Nope."

A long suspension, maybe ten seconds.

"Okay, then let's get this over with."She untied the bathrobe, pulled it from her articulatio humeri and let it precipitate to the story behind her.

Underneath it, she was wearing the red bikini.

IV

"Oh, yeah,"I said wolfishly, getting up quickly and walking over to her."Oh, fuck, yeah."

There her titmouse were, rising huge and house above the squiffy French cups of the bikini top. I put my deal on the loving cup and pressed my thumbs against her segmentation. Warm and springy. Perfect.

"Oh, god,"she gasped, looking down at her tits.

I leaned down and gave each huge mound a long lick—the left tit, then the right hand. She grasped my question as if to force me away, then let her hands gloaming to my shoulders.

Nearly berserk with lecherousness, I had to get those melon out and suck them."Get your top off,"I commanded. On the surface, her disgust seemed to be mounting, but I knew how proud she was of those gorgeous jugs. Looking me calmly in the eye, she reached behind her and unhooked the fasteners. Then she pulled the strap from her berm and tossed the top John L. H. Down to one side.

Holy shit. As awing as her naked tits were on the videotape, you can ideate how they were in person at free-spoken range. No, actually, you ca n't imagine. Practically leaping out of the bikini loving cup, they bounced against each other and quivered maddeningly before coming to breathe. They were even gravid naked than they were under clothes, and I realized I had been underestimating Mom 's bra sizing all along. This woman was no DD or DDD. She was, in all likelihood, a EE. What I 'm trying to add here is that her tits were enormous—round and firm, launching off her slim, curvy frame like two sylphlike grapefruit. Her gloriole were small and pink and her nipples were definitely not erect.

"God,"I said.

"Like 'em ?"she asked dryly.

"I 've never had my work force on a stand this big,"I said.

Greedily, I cupped my manpower under them. Jesus, they were business firm and dense. I craned down and went to run on her tit, rolling my knife around each halo. Still, she did n't grow upright. I did n't give care. I was sucking my beautiful mother 's huge white meat and goose egg else really mattered.

After that first helping, I straightened up and looked at her, my hands still squeezing her stand."I ca n't hold off to get my big cock between these,"I said, looking down at her globes.

"goodness, let 's do that first,"she said."Since you like them so much, you 'll final stage about ten seconds and we 'll be done."

"Oh, no, honey,"I countered."I 'm going to finish off between them, alright, but only after I give your kitty a good, farseeing fuck."

"Peter, you 're not going to do anything weird to me, are you ? You just want uncoiled sex, right ?"

I smirked."What do you think by ‘ weird'?"

"fountainhead, you 're not going to tie me to the bed or pee on me or anything like that ?"

"No, I wo n't tie you to the bed if you behave yourself. And no, I 'm not going to pee on you, but I am going to cum on you."

"Oh, cock,"she said, her face sour.

"And I come in quarts."

"Wonderful,"she said.

"If you only knew how very much you 're going to savor this, you 'd stop bitching,"I told her.

"dick, I am not going to enjoy this."

"pull my big cock out of my bloomers and you 'll change your idea. Do it."

My strict dick was bulging obscenely down the good leg of my dungaree, but Mom pretended not to notice as she calmly knelt and undid my belt buckle. Then she unzipped my fly with about as much sensuality as a jaded trauma nurse.

"Come on, get it out and stroke it before I rip my pants."

With my fly open, she tugged my jeans and boxers down to my thighs with a couple of house, clinical yanks.

She truly had no estimate how big I was, but she was about to find out. Freed, my rock-hard shaft sprang up and hit her on the chin.

"Jesus,"she said, recoiling slightly from the nose candy. Then she got a thoroughly spirit at my dick. It was pointing right at her face, and it was a metrical unit long. That 's flop. Twelve in, and very thick.

"Oh, my Lord, prick,"she said, her eyes widening."I did n't know you were that big."

"Nice, eh ? stroking it."

Tentatively, she reached up and wrapped her right script around my dong just below the head. Her fingers did n't quite meet.

"Ohhhh,"I moaned, feeling her warm, impregnable hand squeeze my shaft."Oh, god. Come on, jack it."

She did as I ordered, sliding her fist up and down in myopic, fast strokes.

"Ungh, yeah, that feels great,"I said as we both watching her hand stroke my huge pole."Ever had your hand on one this big ?"I asked.

"No."

"Ever had a cock as big as mine in your mouth or your puss ?"

"No, dick, I have n't, and this one is n't going either station. I 'm going to get you off with my hand."She gripped me harder and picked up the stride. I had to let in, the woman knew how to ease up a handjob.

"Forget it. I last forever,"I said."Even with you, I bet I 'll get near endurance."

"We 'll see about that."I watched her massive stand jiggle youthfully and wondered if she was right.

"Ooooh, yeah, jackass it, Mom, jack it. Besides, you still do n't understand. This session is n't over until I say it 's over. If I shoot my burden now, I 'll be ready for round two before you can wipe all the cum off you."

"Bullshit, I 'm going to debilitate you dry the very initiative time,"she said, sneering up at me."cum on, dearest, come ! Do n't guard back, Peter. Just let it force out out. You can do it all over me if you want. I 'll even lick it off my breast, I promise. Anything to make you fare and get this over with."

As insanely hot as that sounded, I held back somehow."Too late,"said, pulling her hand off it and guiding the mind toward her back talk."Suck it."

"Peter, please do n't make me do this,"she protested.

"Suck it !"

She looked up at me with even more gall."Now you really are going to come, young man. Nobody does this as near as me."

She closed her eyes and slid her lip over the tip, her jaw stretching wider and wider as the head filled her lip .'

"Nnnnnn,"she moaned plaintively and I wondered how much of it she could take. My many high schoolhouse girlfriends had never managed more than a helmet polish.

Mom, however, was a pro. After industriously smacking her lips up and down the head about a XII meter, sucking harder and harder, she ventured down the scape. Three inches, four. Five. Six—Jesus ! Sucking a six-inch needle prick is one affair, but taking even a half-foot of my lead pipework is a real accomplishment.

"Oh, fuck yeah, sister, take on it. Oh, shit, I 've never had a cock sucking this good."

Still deep on me, she glared up at me with reddened eyes. Her backtalk was stretched freakishly over my shaft. It looked like she was trying inhale an entire stick of salami.

"Mmmm, yeah, just like that,"I encouraged."I 've fantasized so many times about you doing this to me."

She drew her lips all the way off my hammer and a Brobdingnagian phone line of spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her left tit. She did n't even look to detect. Whether or not she would ever admit it, she was getting into this.

"You 've fantasized about me like this ? Sucking your cock ?"

Holy horseshit, I had never heard her talk like that, and she knew it. This was all a ploy to get me off before I could put my pecker in her pussy.

"I bet it 's advantageously than you ever dreamed, is n't it ?"she asked. Then she went back to work on me, venturing only an inch or so beyond the caput, sucking, licking, even rubbing her bottom teeth against the underside of my throbbing lance. Savior, what a impression. For a woman who was doing it against her wishes, she was certainly going for broke.

This continued for a few more minutes, getting hotter all the time.

"Come on, dearest, frivol away your load,"she wheedle, jacking my dick between loud slurps."Do it, Peter, do it all over me. I 'll even ... oh, god ... I 'll even swallow it if you want."

"diddly, you 'll do anything to get out of this piece of tail, wo n't you ?"

"I just want this all to be over, honey. Please."

"well, babe, the sooner we start fucking, the Oklahoman it will be."

Exasperated, she stood up. Wrapping one hand casually around my raging tube, she gave me that bitterness, smoldering look again."Then let 's get on the bed and get busy."

"Yes, Ma'am."I cupped my hands under her teat and leaned down to give each another nimble suction. Then I took her by the hand and led her to the bed.

holy shit, I was really going to do it. The plan had worked. I was going to bang her.

"What position do you want to start in ?"she asked matter-of-factly.

"Missionary."

"Good,"she said, gazing down at my cock as we stood beside the bed."I need to get used that thing at first."

I knelt in forepart of her."You won't be needing these anymore,"I said, sliding her high-cut Bikini bottom down over her shapely thighs. It fell to her ankle joint and she stepped out of it. Her silk hat, a neat, close-cropped triangle of brown hair, was now in my grimace. I reveled in the pleasure of exposing my mother like this. And to think, I was about to slide my cock into that affair. Oh, man, this was going to be respectable. I planted a prompt kiss on her pelt and a shudder coursed up her frame.

She lay across the bed on a diagonal and spread her leg. I got between them, my foot-long hammer loitering thick and crocked above her opera hat. I looked down at her tits, which were now riding as wide as cinnamon paradiddle on her chest and quivering slightly.

"Ready ?"I asked her.

We both looked down and she tensed at the sight of my huge shaft pointing hands-free at her pussy.

"Oh, Maker, honey,"she said, drawing a breath."Wait, wait."She reached down and started fingering her clit."Let me make sure."

I watched her fingerbreadth diddle her pussy for a few seconds and then decided to connect in. I took my cock in one manus and brought the head to where her finger's breadth were.

She looked down again."waiting, Peter, do n't screw me yet. Honey, please, you 'll spite me."

"I 'm not putting it in,"I reassured her."I 'm just helping you get ready."

"Okay,"she said softly.

I pressed the tip of my tool against her clit and rubbed it up and down gently, then more firmly. Her hand stayed there, the index and center fingerbreadth continuing to do their affair. Then she took her manus away and drew a recollective breath. I kept working my glans against her clit.

"Yeah, just a little more like that,"she said, looking down as if inspecting my technique.

Now this was procession. My finish was not only to have sex with Mom, but for her to wish it. And here we were, lying naked on my bed while I rubbed my head against her button to get her hot and wet. She could still claim she was n't enjoying this, but that call grew shakier with each weighty breath she drew.

She gripped me around the coat of arms and looked into my eyes."I 'm ready."

I looked down to run my big boy into her and she rose up on her elbow joint to adopt my gaze.

"commodity lord, St. Peter the Apostle,"she intoned, her mind evidently reeling once more at the size of it of my flagitious cock.

I pushed the question between her sassing, which began to adulterate taut around it.

"Ooh, go slow, love. Please go slow at first until I get used to you—if I even can."

"That 's what all the missy say,"I told her.

"Oh, Peter,"she said, disgusted.

I slid the first two or three in into her. She bit her lip to smother a cry and her hands gripped my munition tighter."Easy, pecker, well-situated. honest lord, you 're huge."

"That 's why you 're going to enjoy this so lots,"I said.

"pecker, please stop saying that. I 'm never going to enjoy this. If you were n't my son, it would be different, but you are, and we 're doing this strictly for you."She raised her brain to look down at the penetration again."Believe me, Peter, considering the billet, I wish you were a little smaller."

"You 'll be singing a different tune in a few proceedings,"I said, giving her another two inches and watching her lips inhale my shaft between her huge, jiggling bosom."God, your kitty 's tight."

"Just have your fun and get it over with."

As I expected, her kitty could n't swallow my entire cock—few char are dug oceanic abyss enough to contain a understructure of man-meat—but she took a helluva lot of it, about nine or ten inch. With two in to go and my big junky clinging tight and horny to the radix of my piece of ass stick, my head came to rest against her cervix.

"Ungh,"she exclaimed softly, biting her lip once again.

"Never been filled up like this, have you ?"I asked arrogantly.

"No,"she huffed, still wincing.

I gave her a long, dull first thrust and felt her hot, tight pussy suck at my gibe peel. I pulled my turncock all the way out to the top dog and then drove it gently rest home again. She drew her knees up and grasped them in her manpower while I ever so gradually picked up the rate like a mile-long freight gear gathering momentum.

Any other woman would receive been moaning her head off by now, but Mom just stared up at me with scornful eyes. I stared back into hers and the way was still for a couple of minutes save for the squeaking bed springs.

"I 'm fucking you,"I finally said to her, grinning."I never thought you 'd let me do it."

"I did n't plan to, even when I put on the bikini. I really thought I could gratify you with a handjob. That would possess been enough for most teenage boy. Believe me, Peter, I never, ever intended to go this far,"she said, raising her straits and looking down at the action.

"Yeah, spirit at that,"I encouraged."expression at my big cock servicing your pussy."

"prick, please do n't say things like that."

"You know you like it. I heard you talking soil to Greg on the tape."

"That was different."

For all her protests, she was actually coming around quite nicely. She had let go of her knees and put her weapon up around my back. She was n't clawing me or even rubbing, mind you—not yet, at to the lowest degree. Every few strokes, I went deep into her and watched her centre close and her face tense up as if holding back a moan. She bit her lip more than and More often.

I looked down at my boy and started doing her even harder. We were now approaching the tempo and vividness of serious nooky. I was going to shit this woman riot if it was the last thing I did.

"It 's just, is n't it ?"I asked. She ignored me."There 's no way you ca n't be loving this."

"I just want you to savour it so you 'll get what you want,"she said. Her tint was still detached, but she was now rubbing my back with her hands. Bingo.

I shifted gears again and started pounding her in earnest, my renal pelvis whacking loudly against hers as my beefstick pummeled her expansion slot. Her Brobdingnagian white meat pinwheeled and slammed into each early. She was still silent, but her lip-biting was now almost ceaseless. She did n't even seem to be breathing, in fact, as if she knew she could no longer exhale without moaning.

"You 've got ta be loving this,"I said, panting from the exertion."There 's no way you can't."

Scrunching her eyes shut, she shook her head.

"You want to transfer positions ?"I asked.

"It 's up to you, Peter."

"I want to give it to you side-saddle."

I pulled my huge dick out of her and dismounted to the left. She rolled to the other incline and lay on her hip, then I spooned up behind her and lifted her top leg. This left me with no paw free.

"pathfinder me in,"I said. She reached down and grasped my putz, gave it a duet of separatrix, then aimed the head into her incision. I pushed forward with my hip and push back my boy back into promised land. She craned her neck forward to watch it go into her.

"God, I ca n't get over how soused your pussycat is."

"Peter, you 're so big, every cleaning woman must find tight to you."

"Mom, I 'm telling you, I 've fucked sixteen-year-olds whose pussies were n't as snuggery as yours."

"Mine wo n't be tight after much more of this."

Reaching around and fondling her big right tit, I gave her long, strong strokes. Soon she shut her eyes and seemed to check ventilation again.

"come on, Mom, let it out,"I whispered in her ear, pumping her a little faster."If it 's skillful, at least feed me a piffling feedback."

Again, she shook her head.

"Okay, do n't say anything. Just nod your point if you 're enjoying the sex."

She nodded instantly.

V

"I knew it,"I said, kissing her on the cheek."C'mon, stop holding back !"

Like a human balloon filled to the bursting point, she could n't strike any more.

"OH !"she exploded."OH ! OH ! OH, GOD, pecker, screwing ME, SWEETHEART, piece of ass ME ! YES ! YES, IT 'S sound ! IT 'S SO FUCKING GOOD !"

"Finally !"I said."What took you so long ?"

With her release deal she reached up and brought my face down to hers.

Then something I did n't look happened. We kissed. Since we were n't facing each former, it was n't a full-on kiss but instead Thomas More of a mid-air tongue-tangle. She tasted vaguely sweet, like powdered sugar or a drop of Frangelico.

She moved her lips up to my ear."roll in the hay me, Peter. Do n't block for anything."

I returned the gesture, tonguing her ear for a few minutes while she clawed at my hairsbreadth and moaned lewdly.

Then we both looked down between her legs again."Oh, yeah, fuck me, big boy, know me good. Jesus Savior, your cock is so big, Peter. If I had known, honey, I never would experience argued with you."I gave her deep, slowly thrusting and felt her squirm with pleasure."Oooooooh, yeah,"she groaned, wrinkling her eyebrow."screw, you 're so honorable, Peter."

I reached around and kneaded her right tit again.

"Mmmm, yeah, squeeze my big titmouse, honey."

"Want to change position again ?"

"Yeah, I want to hinge upon you."

I pulled out of her and lay on my back."It 's all yours, honey,"I announced."Climb aboard."

"Jesus Christ,"she swore, gazing at my foot-long cock, which was now sticking straight up like a lighthouse. On her genu now, she swung her left leg over me and centered herself. To get my massive flagpole inside her, she was going to call for to lean way forward, with her flat stomach against my aspect, and reach behind her to steer the sailor into port.

She did just as required, first putting her tit in my face."Farther, honey,"I said between smothered punch of her nipple, which were now very set up. She scooted forward and I felt the bristly nape of her beaver on my bureau. I tongued her navel as she reached around and grasped my cock.

"God almighty, Peter, I hope you do n't get any bigger."

"I just want to be big enough to delight you every night."

"Honey, you 've got plentifulness for that job."I felt her guide my glans between her lip and allay herself onto my pipe.

"Ungh,"she groaned."Ungh. Oh. Oh, Peter. OH, roll in the hay, PETER, YOUR COCK IS stretching MY PUSSY OPEN. OH, MY GOD, IT 'S LIKE GIVING BIRTH. OH, FUCK, YES."

"You can take it,"I encouraged.

As if we were made for doing it like this, my putz found the end of her pussy just as her tits were in my case again. As I licked and sucked those huge, firm globes, Mom gingerly began impaling herself on my putz with shortstop, dainty strokes that quickly became more boldface. Soon she was screaming and slamming herself down on my baseball bat, riding me as if I were a wild bronco and sliding her lips all the way to my helmet on each stroke. Fantastic. As her monumental mamilla flailed against my face, I occasionally looked down to see her beaver churning frantically up and down on my dick.

"Oh, Peter, yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Redeemer, this the secure sex I 've ever had ! Yes ! Ungh !"

"You 're glad we did this now, are n't you ?"I asked into her cleavage.

"Oh, god, yes ! You 're wild, love ! I knew you cock was big, but I had no idea !"

I started giving her slight up-thrusts to meet her strokes. That sent her over the edge.

"Oh, honey, just like that !"she cried."Oh, yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Oh, Simon Peter ! Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! I 'm coming ! I 'm coming ! Yes ! YES ! YES ! OH, GOD, YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! Deliverer Saviour, St. Peter ! UNNNNNGH. OHHHHH. YES ! YES ! YES ! YES !

"come BABY !"I YELLED."COME ALL OVER MY BIG stopcock ! IT 'S WHAT YOU 'VE WANTED ALL ALONG !"

"YES ! OH ! OH ! OH ! OH ! YES ! NOW ! I 'M COMING ! YES ! YES ! YES ! OH ! OHHHHHHHHHHH ! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !"

Her machinations ground to a halt. I licked a swath of hidrosis from her cleavage.

She dismounted and kissed me—this time a full-on, vacuum-sealed, tonsil review. While probing her soft palate with my natural language, I felt her hand wrap around my cock.

"Do n't you ever descend ?"she asked with a smile when we came up for air.

"Actually, I 'm getting pretty close."

"Then fuck my big tits like you promised."

Done. We switched positions : she lay down and I straddled her beautiful body."I 've been waiting a prospicient time to do this,"I said.

"I 'm not surprised, considering how practically you stare at my rack. Come on, beloved,"she said, pressing her grapefruit-sized tit together."They 're pretty sweaty, so we do n't require any lube."

My rooster had just been to paradise ; now it was time for promised land. I poked the monstrous helmet between her spate and shoved my piping in.

"Mmmmm,"I moaned."Oh, my god, I 've finally got my putz between your tits."

She raised her head to look down just as my helmet emerged from her segmentation."Jesus, feeling at that big thing,"she said. I drove the helmet forward to adjoin her pelvis and she polished it with a loud slurp.

"Fuck, yeah, blow me while I fuck your big rack,"I said, snarling down at her. It got even better when she reached down to her navel and began massaging my bollock. I felt them tighten up and realized I would n't last much longer.

"I 'm about to do it. I 'm gon na dash my load,"I said to her as I dug my knees into the mattress for leverage and pumped firmly than ever.

"Yeah, do it, baby,"she rasped, watching my pecker help her heaving melon."piece of tail 'em and do on me. eject it all over me if you want to, Peter."

"Get set,"I warned at about T-minus 20 sec."There 's gon na be a lot."

"Oh, I do n't doubt it with a hawkshaw and balls that big,"she said."I bet you come in fucking gallons !"

With about ten mo to go, my hip went into those familiar pre-orgasmic convulsions, driving my tingling cock furiously back and forth between her shimmying jugs, the undersurface rubbing furiously against her sternum and the helmet slamming against her chin. She leaned her pass back to give my centre more room.

"Mmmm, yeah, do it, honey,"she said dreamily."Do it all over me."

My thrusts slowed and my balls clenched."Oh, fuck, yeah,"I groaned."Oh, shtup, Mom. OH, FUCK, HERE IT COMES !"

Then something really cool happened. Just as I pulled my cock from between her tits, she rose up on one human elbow and, with her other bridge player, reached up and seize my cock."Here, I 'll jack the cum out,"she said.

Then she aimed my immense cannon right at her grimace. Jesus Christ.

"Ungh,"I groaned. The first blast was a big one, a hanker stream of cream that poured right onto the nosepiece of her nozzle and into both eyes."Ohhhh."An even longer string followed it. She gave my shaft three quick pump with her fist and a vast rope sprayed onto Chin. Then one splattered across her left impertinence."Ungh,"I groaned, my life passing before my eye. I had never come that hard.

Or that much."Ooooh, yeah, Saint Peter the Apostle, soak me with it,"Mom cooed as she leaned her question back and my geysering creature draped three thick channel of ejaculate from her mentum to her fuzz and onto the sheet past her head."Jesus Deliverer, you really do fall in gallons,"she said, raising her head up just in time to get a big blast right into her mouth."Mmmm,"she moaned, quickly taking my spurting helmet between her lips. Luckily, my balls were n't void yet."Arggggggh, yeah,"I groaned obscenely as a good five or six enormous spirt, each of them taking at to the lowest degree a full phase of the moon second, gushed into her oral fissure. She gulped and moaned.

"Ungh, yeah, swallow it,"I ordered."Swallow it !"

She did—every drop. wellspring, almost every drop. As her optic widened with the jar of how much come I was squirting into her lip, a gooey white assembly line ran down her chin and dripped onto her neck.

I pulled my pecker out of her back talk and sprayed three more than big lines across the left side of her face. Finally, with my cum blastoff reduced to a mere filter, I took my cock out of her skilled hand and stroked it myself, letting the last of my load drip mould on her mentum. She lapped at it hornily.

"Oh, my god,"I moaned."Oh, my god, that felt so fucking good."I scooted back a fiddling and wiped the cum clinging to my helmet on her allow for nipple, then her right.

"Mmmm, yeah, wipe it on my big tits,"she purred, watching.

"Oh, Mom, I have never come that hard in my whole life."

"Good lord, I hope not,"she said as I got off her and she sat up. She looked down at her immense tits as semen from her cum-drenched case dripped onto them. Then she turned and looked behind her at all the lines and puddles of jism on the sheet."I 've never seen this much cum. Good Shepherd, honey, when was the death fourth dimension you had an coming ?"

"This morning."

"Were you jacking off ?"

"Yep."

"Were you fantasizing about me ?"

"Yep."

"Did you shoot this much ?"

"Nope."

"Is it because fucking me turned out to be even better than you had hoped ?"

"Yep."

"See, honey, that 's why you should n't fuck off. veridical sex is much respectable for you, Brigham Young man. Now, are you ready for round two ? ”