Over Sexed and Under Serviced Ch. 01

by greytonesandredlights

story tags: big_tits, mature, milf, mother, son, cheating_wife, taboo,
mother_son, mom, creampie

https://www.literotica.com/s/over-sexed-and-under-serviced-ch-01


https://www.literotica.com/s/over-sexed-and-under-serviced-ch-01

Chris notices his underappreciated mother needs to get laid.

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No minors are involved in sexual activities in this story, any names or
locations are purely coincidental.

My step father Louis gave me one year to find a job, get a place to
rent, and move out. I was 18, it was time to be a man, he said. It was
his go to phrase when he wanted to convince me and my half brothers to
do things.

Problem was in a dying town no one was hiring, even when family was
involved. Louis tried to get me on as a helper at his shipping company
but the owner was struggling to keep his current list of employees as
is.

So I wandered the town in search of a job surrounded by dozens of
places to rent. It was an excuse to run again since I no longer had
football practice and the local gym was across town. I figured if I was
spotted running a local business might be more open to hiring me if
they had seen me a few times.

During the summer Jr and Allen were at camp and Louis worked a desk job
at his shipping department. He used to drive a truck but a back injury
prevented him from driving. Along with doing a lot of things around the
house.

Our old ranch style house was built in the 70's. The upstairs was
renovated to modern decor but downstairs was like stepping back in
time, brown panel board, shag carpet and an assortment of old, miss
matched furniture.

There was a book with a red cover and a web page called "How to Pick up
Women Fast" that changed my life mostly because by the time I was out
of high school, I learned it was a great "What not to do" book.

Surprisingly I learnt that because mom caught me with it. It was her
who told me most of it was garbage. At first it felt strange being
taught by my mother how to meet women but after a while it was normal.

Over time my freedom from school, practice and homework led to late
night browsing. While online I found a webpage and the way I saw my
mother changed.

At first, it seemed strange but I was drawn back to it over and over.
Perhaps if my mother didn't have big brown eyes with long natural
lashes, a big beautiful smile, and a cute little round nose I would
have stayed away. She was a mature woman but still looked like the girl
next door.

Many of our friends considered her cute even at thirty-nine. She always
kept her wavy light brown hair just past her shoulder blades. Blessed
with a naturally small waist line and full breasts and a wide but sexy
ass. She was "The mom" everyone else dreamt of, but she wasn't just a
milf, she was on the edge of being a pawg.

At games, she cheered on the whole team, sometimes both teams. Once I
saw the whole bench of the opposing team stealing glimpses of her. As
if my teammates needed more fuel for the milf jokes she always drove a
mini van.

Because of this it was hard not to imagine her in the situation when
the people on the website spoke of sex as if it was a game, something
every consenting adult could do.

Not only that but it seemed as if the forum was filled with mothers.
They had many reasons for having sex with their sons. Some were
curious, others did it to protect their sons, and some just found it
thrilling.

Until then I never imagined a woman could think of their son in that
way. Then inspired by lust and curiosity I tested the theory and advice
from the forum.

For months I had started applying the very same techniques she had been
teaching me. They were as simple as listening to the woman. Give them
your fullest attention. Plus taking a genuine interest in their lives,
noticing a change in hairstyle, a new bracelet or when they were in a
good mood.

The good mood was important because the person's mind was open to a
light touch, a mild flirtatious joke or a simple greeting that could
become more.

Bad moods were a time for comforting and good moods were a time for
flirting. It was hard not to think of her advice in the same context of
Louie's advice on reeling in a fish.

Being in sports I was always athletic but over the past few months I
had turned up the pressure. I lifted heavier weights, ran five miles
three times a week and learned about supplements.

Then there was Louise. In my mind Louise was impotent and fat and mom
was wasting her prime years as a woman on him. Even looking back at his
younger years in pictures I always questioned how someone like him
could have a beautiful woman like her.

But she wouldn't leave him, probably because of us boys. For years they
had been growing apart. It started after his injury. They began
sleeping in separate beds eventually it became separate rooms. Which
was the reason I had to move downstairs in my senior year.

About the same time, mom stopped hairdressing and got a part time job
as a librarian assistant. She said she always dreamed of working in a
library even if it paid less.

Late at night she sat in front of her laptop writing romance novels, a
secret I had stumbled upon one night in the kitchen, when her laptop
froze. When it came back on it returned to where it was left and she
blushed. We laughed and ever since then it was our little secret.

Somewhere along this time she began to morph, she began eating
healthier, the sun dresses she wore were more provocative with lower
cuts revealing a toned shapely figure, and her step had a bit of extra
bounce.

Reading the forums and all the mothers testimonies and advice my
hormone filled brain concluded mom was over sexed and under serviced.

The more I thought of it the more I became convinced of it. Then one
Sunday my efforts all came together.

Sunday was a running day and today was exceptionally hot.

Louis sat in his recliner with a beer in his hand, his light blue
button-down shirt was undone on top and the underside of his gut was
exposed. He looked up at me and nodded then returned his attention to
the game.

Sweat dripped from my brow as I trotted down the stairs into the
basement and opened my bedroom door to see Mom kneeling at the side of
my bed. Reaching under the bed, the cream thin sun dress she wore
followed the crease of her round heart-shaped ass.

Upon my arrival she shot up, her light brown hair hung over her face as
she turned to look back at me.

"I stopped keeping my porn under there years ago." I said.

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me. "I don't care if you have porn
anymore. But your room is a mess. When was the last time you cleaned
it?"

My wet shirt clung to me as I pulled it over my head.

Mom stood up and playfully slapped my stomach with the back of her
hand. "You can at least wait until I'm out of the room."

"I hit some bugs or something and they still feel like they're crawling
around my neck and hair." I said.

Mom leaned in closer and brushed her hand over my shoulder. She paused
and admired the muscles I had packed on the past few months. Then let
her fingers drift over my chest. "I don't see anything." she cleared
her throat and looked away from my eyes, "Just grab a shower, you're
all sweaty anyways."

The way she looked at me made me think back to a comment made by one of
the mothers. "A woman needs sex just like a man, even mothers."

I nodded my head and headed straight for the shower. But the thoughts
and phrases from the website wouldn't leave my mind. It was a fast
shower and when I stepped out I didn't bother to dry off hoping it
would help me cool down.

Through boredom and pent up lust I decided to step out wearing only a
towel.

Across the hall mom never noticed me as she held her phone in front of
her.

Her thin floral sun dress hugged her waist and crease of her ass. On
the table in front of her was a laundry basket filled with multicolored
strings and lace.

She hummed to herself on her phone in the laundry room. Her sandals sat
in the hall and she scrunched her bare toes in the shag carpet and
relaxed. Her knees were tight together with one knee bent so she could
rub her calves together.

Quietly I stepped closer to get a better view of her. The sight of her
made me stop and admire her figure through the dress, her narrow waist
with wide hips and shoulders.

Her knees rubbed together and her toes curled into the carpet, the
table she worked at had thongs, bras and g strings, some rolled up and
the rest heaped in a pile on the table.

She bit her lip and scrolled one page over. Her hand trailed down from
her chin, over her collarbones and breasts. The hem of her collar
caught on her pinkie and tugged at the top button of her dress. She
continued down over her stomach and returned her hand back in the same
motion.

As I watched her, my cock hardened. She was so engrossed in the story
she didnt notice me. The game upstairs on TV masked the ambient sounds
down stairs. She was oblivious to it all as she touched her breasts
through the cotton fabric. Her nipples grew hard and pressed through
her thin bra and dress. Her index finger swirled around the tiny lump
until it grew into a large pea sized lump.

A low quiet moan left her throat and she paused. I was frozen in place
as she was masturbating or doing something of the sort. With that I was
more convinced that she was over sexed and underserviced.

As my mind accepted that my cock filled with blood and the weight of
the towel made it feel like it would bend and break.

She looked up as the music broke and another can was cracked open. In a
casual glance she looked back over her shoulder with large glossy eyes.

Fearing she would spot my erection I stepped forward and put my hand on
the small of her back pretending I had seen nothing. She jumped and let
out a high pitched yelp.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just going to see what you
were up to." I said.

She covered her chest and laughed, "That's okay, ha, you caught me, I
was just reading some reviews of mine." Her pupils were full in her
large brown eyes. Her face and chest was flush. With one hand on her
shoulder I massaged the muscles in her neck with my thumb.

Her body tensed up then relaxed in my grip, it wasn't uncommon for me
to rub her back. But other times I hadn't caught her silently
masturbating or with her lingerie laying around the table. Also not
when I had an erection which I was carefully trying not to stab her
with.

Her eyes closed and she let out a low purr of pleasure.

"All good reviews?" I said.

"Yes," she said.

I let out a small laugh, "You know eventually you're going to have to
share some of your stories with me, I'm old enough to know what romance
stories are about."

Her face turned flush and an embarrassed smile spread across her face.
"Ha, I don't think they're the kind of stories a young man like you
would want to read."

She put her phone face down and leaned forward to scoop the pile of
lingerie into a hamper next to the table. Lost in thought I didn't side
step her and my cock pressed between her ass as she bumped into me and
paused. She caught me flat footed and her sandal caught on the back of
my heel. To brace myself I grabbed her waist in both hands and shifted
my weight forward.

It was only a second but the both of us paused.

Then my lust took over. The spinal muscles on her back tightened and
her warm flesh radiated through the dress's material. With pure lust my
hips flinched, grinding my cock into the crevice of her ass. My other
hand found the thin strap of her thong and held her hip in place.

"Christopher," she said.

She looked back at me over her shoulder with flared eyes.
'Christopher?" she pushed herself upright and half turned around to
face me. With an ice cold glare she looked into my eyes. What she saw
looking back at her was pure lust. The icy stare broke and her
previously lusty eyes returned for a moment.

It was a glimpse into her true desires. But just a quick she shook it
aside and her sternness returned. "Christopher," she whispered loudly.

With my hands on her hips I ground my crotch into her ass and
impulsivity bumped my hips into her. She let out a gasp and for a
moment lust filled her eyes. A mere 30 seconds had passed since she was
touching herself, because of that her hormones would still be firing at
full speed.

Before that moment passed I spun her around and held her tight with one
hand on her back and the other on her hip.

Through brute force she pushed herself up and turned to face me. Her
hips caught my towel and pulled the knot free. My hard cock felt the
soft smooth fabric of her dress and I moaned out loud.

The sound made her jump and anger turned to fear as she looked to the
ceiling then to me.

In her attempt to turn her body to face me one of her legs became
trapped between my thighs. Her crotch pressed into my flexed naked
thigh and her sexual instincts took over as she bucked forward.

Not wanting to lose that momentum I pulled her sun dress down over her
shoulders and popped her breasts free from a rose pink lacy bra.

The long engorged nipples poked out in the cool basement air. Her body
radiated heat and she tried to pull her dress up. Before she could, I
swooped down and ran my tongue over the large cylinder of flesh.

She squealed and covered her mouth with her hand. The whole length of
my wet hot tongue ran over her thick nipple. Her back arched and she
slapped the back of my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she tried to pull my head up with both hands. I
moved with her and sucked on the skin between her collar bones then
along her neck under her ear. If I stopped now I wasn't sure what would
happen to us. It was all or nothing at this point and I couldn't allow
it to fall off to nothing.

Before she could protest further I did another unthinkable act and
pressed my lips to hers. My hands slid behind her, over her ribs and to
her back. Her smooth soft skin radiated heat as her lust came back to
life. She pushed on my chest but didn't remove her lips from mine.

Betrayed once more by her body I pulled away to test if she would
follow me. Driven by lust, her head stretched forward to stay with me.
For a second we broke off our kiss, her eyes were wild and yet she was
annoyed or angered by my pulling away.

It was all I needed for confirmation and I eagerly returned. My hands
cupped the back of her head, the fingers deep in her hair felt the back
of her skull. My lips parted and I pressed the tip of my tongue against
her tight lips, signaling my desire to go further.

In a last effort of morality she held me at bay with her hands on my
chest. I flexed my pecs but didnt pull her tighter. Just like fishing I
had to reel her in with just the right pressure or she would snap the
line.

Seconds felt like hours then like magic her body relaxed and she
squeezed my chest. Her warm hands cupped my muscles as I flexed my
chest for her again. Her lips parted and let my tongue slip inside. We
touched tongues, the first real woman's tongue I ever felt. The hot,
pointed tip darted around and teased my own unskilled tongue.

Generally ignored by my parents, I had secretly bought a half silicone
doll for practice for this very moment. But silicone to her real flesh
was already much different. My cock was hard and it ached to be used.

She pulled from my lips, "Chistopher! We can't, why are you doing
this?" She huffed.

"Because you need it," I said.

She looked into my eyes, shifting between the left and right one. I
fantasized about her for years, and wanted to see her satisfied to her
deepest core, she deserved better than what she had.

Lost in my words or her own internal thoughts she looked down between
us to my bare cock pointed towards her. I had sacrificed snacks, and
endured pain to sculpt my body. To tone my abs, grow my muscles and
become as sexually appealing as I could for this moment when I revealed
it to her.

Truthfully when I had been fantasizing about it I never actually
expected it to reach this point. But here we were.

Things were happening fast and she was caught in a state of shock. My
cock twitched and my body tightened, my hormones were out of control
and now my whole body wanted progress. She took a deep breath in and at
first moved to touch it, then shook her head.

"Chris," she whispered.

With both hands I lifted her up by the ass and set her on the table.

"And because you deserve a hard fucking," I whispered in her ear.

Like a wave I moved over her, in an attempt to escape she fell back
into the pile of lingerie. My tongue found her nipple and I sucked on
it.

At first she didn't want to touch me, her hands were up above my
shoulders and her nipples had shrunk since I last licked them. In an
attempt to warm her up again I used the tip of my tongue to roll and
bend the cylinder of flesh. The more I sucked and licked her the harder
they grew.

"Chris, I'm your mother... and Louis is in the house..." She whispered.
Her back arched and her knees tightened around my waist. "Chris we
can't, ugh." her hand balled up into a fist and her thighs clamped
tighter for a second.

Her words said one thing but her body said another. She flattened her
back and thrust her hips up into me.

In a last effort I gripped the cylinder of firm flesh between my front
teeth and clamped down with gentle force. Enough to deform the flesh
but not do damage. She let out a yelp and covered her mouth by biting
her index finger. Her free hand came down on my shoulder and squeezed
the rear delt.

Another nibble, brought her knees up around my ribs. The soft warm skin
of her inner thigh rubbed over my torso. Her back arched and she
twisted under my weight. It was her weak point, the nipple grew longer.
The more I nibbled and sucked hard on her, the faster her thighs moved
at my side.

"Chris, Chris we're..." but her protests didn't come. Instead after a
minute of panting, she grabbed my head and moved me to the other
breast. Being left out the nipple was softer, with a bit of attention
it grew in size.

My cock was over pressured and felt as if it would burst. The back of
my tongue ached from the efforts and my back muscles strained. But I
didn't want to leave her. She ground her hips into my stomach. Her
dress still covered half her body and it kept riding up over her
breasts as she wiggled.

I sat up and grabbed the straps of her dress, not wanting to spend the
time undoing all the buttons and jerked them apart. The threads on the
buttons popped, little buttons clicked and bounced across the table
top.

Mom gasped from the sudden change of rhythm. Rhythm was a term used by
one user on the forum to help advise young men on how to fuck better.

The soft flesh of her breasts bounced from the violent force, a second
tug broke the remaining buttons on the bottom leaving the sun dress
wide open. Her micro thong was a matching pair to the light pink bra.
Small pink roses covered the straps to form a matching pattern between
the tiny strap and see through the triangle of lace covering her
entrance.

Her skin was smooth and flat, no abs but a well contoured body. My bare
cock pointed at her as I stood between her legs and admired her. My
cock throbbed and pulsed with anticipation of fucking the beaufitful
female body before me. She sat up on her elbows and pulled her knees
up. The straps of her thong cut into the flesh around her hips and
waist.

She looked down at her near naked self, My long hard cock pointed at
her covered lips, barred by only a thin strip of lace and fabric. It
was only a taste, a hint for her of what could be. I pulled her up, the
straps of her torn sundress still hung off her elbows.

Denying her my cock, I leaned forward and kissed her neck and collar
bone. Giving her only a touch from the tip, her warm moist skin was
nearly too much and my own teasing backfired on me as I lurched forward
and pressed the tip into her pelvis.

The forums were right, our bodies didn't care. Our ideals were
subjective, based on obsolete rules of pregnancy and prevention. I had
no desire to breed her, only to service her in a way she deserved.

"Chris," she whispered, her hands gave way and slid to my back, her
face nestled into my neck. But still a hint of reservation held her
back. Her hands slid back to the front of my shoulders and gave me a
gentle push.

Over Sexed and Under Serviced Ch. 01

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/over-sexed-and-under-serviced-ch-01

Chris notices his underappreciated mother needs to get laid.

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Nearly there she pulled herself from the brink of our taboo act. With
the gap between us I grabbed my cock guided myself forward. With the
other hand I hooked the fabric to the side and the tip of my hot cock
touched the soft glistening lips of her shaven vagina.

The months of daily practice with the silicone torso paid off and the
tip found its mark. With a circle I found the hole and pressed forward.
The head of my cock broke the tensioned ring around her opening. She
hadn't been used for so long she had grown tight, like a rubber seal
her entrance constricted around the contours of my cock.

"Holy shit you're tight." I whispered.

She squeezed my shoulder and opened her mouth. Her eyelid fluttered and
her eyes rolled back. I leaned forward, impaling her with a slow steady
thrust until my foreskin felt like it would tear away.

Her thighs tightened around me and she opened her eyes to look at me.
Half way inside my cock pulsed with warm blood. An involuntary twitch
of my cock made her chin shudder upwards.

Unlike silicone she was alive, her insides twitched and betrayed her.
The tug from inside triggered my own instincts and I moved my hips to
slide in and out of her. Covered in her fluids I impaled her to the
fullest. The sudden pleasure of warmth over my entire shaft made me
moan as I touched her deepest point.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and pulled me into her chest. I pulled
the tattered sun dress from her arms and ground my hips into hers. She
clung to my neck unmoving as I rolled my thrusts up into her.

She didn't speak anymore, neither did she moan or whimper. She just
hung on and huffed as my hips hit her thighs. Had I raped her? I pulled
out and took a small step back, her fluids dripping from my cock.

"I'm sorry," I said.

She tightened her grip around my neck and shook her head. She shimmied
forward and stepped down onto the floor. "Fuck me from behind," she
whispered.

She turned and leaned forward over the table. Her small hands gripped
the edges and she looked back over her shoulder one last time. With her
consent I stepped forward and guided myself back inside of her. The
head found a smooth silky hole, in a single stroke I slid inside of her
sopping wet hole.

The entrance tightened around my cock and pulsed as I drew deeper
inside. The feeling of real flesh paled in comparison to a condom or a
cold silicone doll. The muscles in her back tightened and her hand
squeezed the edge of the table.

The long slow thrust made her head drop and her mouth fall open.

At first we moved with each other slow casual thrusts, both of us
glancing at the staircase and listening for footsteps across the floor.
It was casual nothing crazy, but I wanted it to be memorable for her
other than being fucked by her own son.

The blogger I read spoke of rhythm so I focused on that. I moved in and
out of her like a train starting out. Long slow strokes, enjoying the
full length of her insides. My cock disappeared and reappeared inside
her nice round heart shaped ass. She smiled and let out a low mumble
with each thrust. Her large breasts swung freely below her with each
bump of my hips.

Without warning I changed the rhythm. I grabbed her by the shoulders
and pulled her harder and deeper into each of my thrusts. On the fifth
one I slammed my cock into her. Her face scrunched up and her whole
body shuddered with the impact. Her dangling breasts swung up and she
let out a squeal.

She tried to look back at me, but a second one sent her hair flying
over her face. My hips slapped into her wide full ass, the flesh
rippled with each hit.

"Oh!" she covered her mouth and fell forward into the pile of lingerie
with her finger between her front teeth. Everything she had folded was
a mess and with each thrust pieces shuffled towards the far edge.

Above us the music thumped to a popular pop song, while her ass slapped
on my hips. The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the laundry room.
She tried to cling to one edge but it wasn't enough, with her left hand
she gripped the bottom of the table and the other hung on to the top
edge.

"Oh fuck," she groaned.

Her breasts squeezed out from under her like two crushed balloons
oozing out from the sides. Each thrust made her grunt and moan and even
I began to worry about Louis hearing us. On her left ring finger was a
large diamond wedding band. The thought of him made me fuck her harder.

Like an enraged barbarian I held onto her by the shoulders and slammed
myself into her. Her muscles tightened to resist me and my new assault.
Each compression pried her upper body off the table, bending her back
up into an arch.

She slammed the table with her hand and her feet rose up off the floor
curling up around my legs. Her firm muscles in the backs of her thighs
flexed and she let out a long low moan that threatened to expose us.

"Oh my god wait, wait!" she pleaded.

I grabbed a handful of lingerie and stuffed her mouth with it, she
accepted and bit down hard. The pause in rhythm allowed her to rotate
her ass around my cock, grinding the sides and discovering new depths.
I stood back and caught my breath while I admired her torso twisting
and rotating to grind my cock inside of her.

Inside the head of my cock pressed on a firm wall of lumpy flesh, her
grinding and circling stirred her insides like a mixer. Her heels came
up to my ass and her torso humped itself on my cock. The sight and the
pleasure brought on my orgasm, before I popped I jerked myself free of
her.

She grunted and collapsed, her gaping hole twitched and her hips dry
humped the air. She looked back at me with a glare, red and black
lingerie between her teeth. She spit them out and hissed, "I was
cumming!"

Ignoring her I pulled her from the table by the waist. Her legs gave
out and she clung to my neck with one arm and braced herself on me. Our
skin was damp with sweat and the heat from our bodies burned the flesh
where we touched.

We swung around to an old solid coffee table where I laid her down on
her back. The old coffee table was from the 60's made of solid wood and
passed down to Louis from his parents. Decades ago when he was playing
board games on it he could never have imagined his step son would be
servicing his wife on it.

With her legs spread wide I straddled one and lifted the other up over
my shoulder. I towered over her with my cock pointed at her gapping
slit. The folds of her shaven pussy were spread out revealing her
glistening hole. My balls dangled from the base of my cock. Full of
sperm I planned on depositing inside of her.

She pulled the thong to the side and propped herself up to watch as I
entered her. In a slow descent I drove down into her, the two of us
watched as my cock disappeared inside of her gaping slit. The muscles
in her neck strained and poked through as she grit her teeth and let
out a long hiss as I filled her.

Resting my hips on hers I was balls deep, inside she gave way to my
rock hard shaft. She looked up into my eyes and her smooth stomach
tightened. Before I could even move she had an orgasm. Her insides
pulsed and milked my cock like tiny ripples.

She sneered at me with lust and whispered, "fuck me, fuck me hard."

Above us the recliner clamped shut and the heavy feet of Louis walked
across the floor squeaking the boards at the other end of the house
towards the washroom. Balls deep inside my mother we both froze and
watched the ceiling. Her insides twitched making my hips grind upward
into her. We moaned together and I started to slowly fuck her again.

"Oh my god its so fucking hard, oh my god I'm going to cum again," she
whispered.

The announcers came back on and the halftime show was over, it didnt
feel like it but we were fucking for twenty minutes.

The break and pauses by the announcers made us freeze. Sweat beaded on
mom's forehead and her skin glistened with sweat. A droplet of my own
fell from my eyebrow and landed on her stomach.

Inside my bare cock felt her clamp down on me and she bit her lower
lip. Her eyes closed and I couldn't help but grind my hips harder into
her. Her hand squeezed the side of the coffee table and her stomach
rolled and thrust back into me.

The floor squeaked and the recliner thumped on the floor, like our own
starting whistle had gone off I gripped her leg and fucked her hard.
Our wet flesh slapped together and she clung to the sides of the coffee
table to prevent herself from being pushed off.

Her body rippled and her breasts swung around on her chest. Unable to
hold herself up any longer she leaned her head back over the end. The
muscles in her chest and neck stretched out. She reached up for my hand
and I grabbed it and pulled her limp body back upright.

She huffed and grunted, then her face twisted in ecstasy and she let
out a moaning whimper. She let go of me and bit down on one of her
fingers, as her torso and stomach twitched. Her legs stiffened and her
toes straightened out. Inside she pulsed on my cock, then went limp.

She tried to hold my hand but the energy had left her. The momentary
panic of Louis discovering us had given me a second wind and my own
orgasm had resided. Eager to pleasure her to the max I continued to
fuck her limp body. After years of limited sex she was exhausted,
unable to keep up with my youth.

Her body had turned as lifeless as the dolls I owned and trained on.
Her lifeless eyes looked on as I fucked her body and her hand rested on
my thigh. I thought of emptying myself in her and the surge of warmth
built inside my testicles.

Balls deep once more I grunted, her insides twitched again and she let
out a low moan, closing her eyes and rolling her head to the side.
Every muscle burned, sweat poured off me and my heart threatened to
explode in my chest.

The hot surge of pleasure ran through the underside of my shaft. My
body desperate to go deeper tightened my ass muscles. Hot sperm poured
out of me and into her twitching vagina. I grunted and moaned as my
testicles tightened and relaxed a second time.

Fatigued or not, my torso found the energy to pull back and thrust
forward in a crude manner pumping my sperm into her until I had been
drained. Exhausted, I rolled off her and sat on my ass beside the
coffee table.

Mom laid on her back panting. Her legs flopped down without my support
and she rested there on the hard cold slab of wood. Beads of sweat
trickled down her forehead and her body was flush.

It took us five minutes to recover our strength. We didn't speak or
look at one another, she changed into a clean lingerie and sundress.
Before she left she touched my arm and said, "was it okay?"

Upstairs the whistle blew and the announcer shouted touchdown.

Louis shouted "God Dammit, pull your heads out of your asses!"

Both of us rolled our eyes and she turned on her heels to leave. Before
she got away I grabbed her and held her tight, "yes, what about you?" I
said.

She leaned back into me and patted my arm, "We shouldnt do this
anymore, your brothers will be home soon, so just this once, it'll be
our secret."

All that planning for over a year and now that we had done it, my
concerns turned to my two younger brothers. Reluctantly I nodded my
head.

"Okay, I still love you, but... we cant," she pulled from my embrace
and climbed up the stairs with labored steps. She paused and looked
back over her shoulder at me then continued on up.

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