A Small Apartment vs. A Hot Mother Ch. 01
Samuel's Tale.
Samuel's tale
All characters are over 18+
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Hello, whomever might be reading this. My name is Samuel Goodwater, I'm eighteen and this is my story about how I fucked my mother and my slutty stepmother and a few of my mother's neighbors. Now, I know, whoever finds this might find this, may be a little grossed out or annoyed at me or just down right despise me. Yet this is the truth as best as I can recall. You have to understand this all happened so fast I might have missed a few details.
"You're moving in with your mother and that's final!" My father said angrily as he stood in my doorway. I knew this was because of his new wife, she and I never really got along. I felt she was to in it for the money my father was making, and also, because I've caught the numerous times strange men fled our home. I've told my father of this, yet when it came to my stepmother he was blind, deaf and stupid. Little did she know my father wasn't stupid no matter how much he acted like it. He knew if she did she would get nothing from the divorce.
"Why?!" I asked for the thousandth time.
"Because I say so!" My father said as if that was the end all be all way to end an argument, "If you don't then you can forget about me paying for that damn college you just had to get accepted into," he threatened. I just sat there with my jaw hanging open. I just couldn't believe my father would just used my quest for higher learning against me, and after everything I've done to help him in his business. That he would treat his own son as he did like the employees at his law firm. "I don't see why you have to be difficult Samuel? It's only for the summer until you go to college. I'm sure the months will fly by before you know it. Now I except your bags to be packed in an hour," he said closing my bedroom door behind him.
"Oh, is little Sammy going somewhere?!" Melody--my stepmother--said sarcastically behind me as I packed my bags. I knew the only thing I could take were my clothes due to the size of my mother's apartment. She would never tell me why she chose to live there, yet it wasn't until I found the papers of their divorce in my fathers study a few years ago about how he had screwed her out of paying alimony. However, if I remembered correctly that would all go away should I go reside with her. How a wicked smile spread across my lips at the thought of my father having to part with his much coveted dollars. "Hey I'm talking to you!" Melody's nagging voice shrieked behind me.
"Why are you even here? Thinking of turning my room into one of your sex rooms for those men that flee the moment they cum in that wrung out cunt of yours?!" I anticipated the slap and I wasn't disappointed either. I rolled my tongue along my stinging cheek as my stepmother narrowed her eyes dangerously. Now I wasn't one to hit a woman ever, but she made it very tempting to break that vow.
"Dont you ever speak to me like that!" Melody seethed. Her chest heaved showing off those perfectly fake breasts of hers. "I'm your stepmother! You should treat me as such!" she said with authority.
"Oh, how shall I speak to you whore?" Again another slap which again I wasn't surprised by. I knew everything about her was fake: her tits, her lips, her flat stomach, her personality. That was all because of my father well except the personality that was all her. I looked to my closed bedroom door. I knew given the size of the house, and how my father's study was nearly sound proof--which he was constantly in when he was home--has never once heard our yelling matches. "When you stop spreading your legs to every man in town then I might, and I say might speak to you in such a manner; or you could just drop to your knees and suck my cock like you did for the neighbor two days ago," I said matching her gaze. We have had this constant battle going on between us for the past three years. Now it would seem Melody just couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Wait. Strike that. I'm not going to give you that pleasure. You'll go to your grave knowing at least one man in this town never had his cock between your lips," I said smugly. Now I might not have all that great experience with sex seeing how I've dedicated my teenage years of getting away from my overbearing father and his whorish wife. I did, however, know what a blow job felt like but that's as far as I ever got.
I just stood there waiting for her answer. Yet all Melody could do is glance from my face down to my cock. If I had to guess the woman was seriously thinking about stuffing her mouth with my cock.
"Hmph!" Melody snorted in annoyance.
"What surprised by the fact that someone doesn't want to shove their dick up that cunt of yours?" I asked as she opened the door.
"I wouldn't suck that tiny cock if it was the last one on earth!" Melody growled as she peered over her left shoulder.
"Tiny?!" I asked. Well, I normally don't go around whipping out my cock to everyone. Yet I made a special case for her. I knew when I hit puberty that my cock wasn't normal. Not that I'm complaining. A eight inch cock does turn some heads, if you know what I mean. "Now you tell me if this is tiny," I said thrusting my zipper open. I so was enjoying this as I reached in, taking my semi-hard cock in hand and presenting that growing rod to her. "Look all you want you'll never taste this cock," I tanuted as I stroked it to it's fullest. I watched as her eyes went wide in shock. The way she licked her lips as she watched my cock twitch. I mean Melody does have a body that would make any man hard. But to me well I truly had no desire to fuck her. So when I say this you'll understand. In an instant Melody was on my cock sucking it down like it was her lifeline. I stood there in shock I didn't really think she would call my bluff.
I just stood there my mind just wouldn't function as my stepmother slurped on my cock. The way her lips wrapped around my shaft. The way her tongue teased my head as she sucked on the tip. To the noise of her own sex as she played with herself as she took my cock to its root.
"Well, fuck," I said to myself as those green eyes of hers looked up at me as her cheeks sucked in. "That's not how you suck a cock," I said taking the back of her head. I thought well since it's already in there might as well make good use of it. If I had to guess as I facefucked my stepmother. She was getting off on me shoving my cock down her throat. The way those eyes pleaded with me for more. How her high pitched squeal resounded from around my cock. I knew that sound anywhere she had just came. "What a dirty woman you are getting off with your stepson's cock deep in your throat," I said smiling wickedly. Yet I didn't give her time to answer as I rapidly thrust my rod in and out of that mouth of hers. God. The look in her eyes as my hard member filled that mouth of hers. I knew without a doubt she wanted me to bend her over and stick my cock up her hot wet cunt. Yet she might have called my bluff about sucking my cock, that didn't necessarily mean I was going to fuck her.
"You're just a little slut sucking my cock like that, aren't you?" I asked devilishly. I nearly blew my load as she nodded on my rod. "You want to drink down your stepson's hot cum?"
"Mmmhmm." Melody voiced her agreement.
"Well, your wish is about to be granted," I groaned as I held her head as my cock poked the back of her mouth. The squeal I heard coming from her as I erupted. How my lips curved into a cruel smile as she gagged on my cum. Yet I didn't see anger in those eyes of hers as my cock left her lips. I saw the hunger in those green eyes as her fingers left her wet spent cunt.
"Samuel, why didn't you tell me you had such a big cock?!" Melody pouted at the lost time she had missed out on being fuck by it. "I know I haven't been good to you but come on and fuck me! I know you want to," she said her hand working my cock trying to get it up again.
"Samuel, it's time to go!" My father called out saving me the trouble of having to tell her to fuck off. While her mouth felt fantastic engulfing my cock, I so wasn't about to fuck her. Little did I know what would happen weeks later that would force my hand.
"Well, I do hope my cock haunts your dreams," I laughed maniacally as I left her on her knees.
Now I know I haven't described my father or my stepmother. I thought it was best to give you a quick rundown of what had transpired to cause me to move into my mother's place. Now my mother is what you would call a loner mostly. If she wasn't at her catering job that she had start from the ground up, or at the gym she always used. Then she was at her apartment which I normally visited when I had the time. So I knew how tight it was going to be for us. My mother always told me she enjoyed working out and how she looked. Although, I knew she did enjoy the looks men gave her. She didn't do it so much to get attention more so for her own confidence. Being at the age of thirty-six having given birth to me at eighteen, no one would think she was a mother given how fit she was. My father liked his women young, given my stepmother's age compared to my father's that was pretty evident. When my mother hit thirty-three my father gave her the boot and brought in a much younger twenty-eight-year old woman. How my mother nearly took my father's head off. Not that I can blame her. I think any woman would do that.
You see since my parents separated, we have always talked everyday mostly at night, however, we would always text during the day. So me and my mother had a stable relationship compared to my father. While her place was small, I was kind of glad of being out of that house. I knew at this time of the day my mother would be sunbathing at the community pool that the whole complex took part in maintaining. I always did enjoy the summers there; and what eighteen-year-old guy wouldn't give to have every single forty something women chasing after you, hmm? Now you can lie to me all you want, but I know the truth. You whomever you are would so whip out your cock at that age just at the hint of a blow job. Hey, I'm not judging you. As you will see that's the exact same thing I did. So as I was saying, I was excited as my father's Mercedes's rolled to a stop. There she was Ms. Pasternak. God. The times if jacked off to that woman: thinking of her lips, her enormous tits, those wet pussy lips wrapped around my cock. I could already feel myself growing hard as I grabbed my bags from the trunk as my eyes fell upon her as she sunbathed at the far end of the pool. How her pink top strained to contain those voluptuous beasts.
Then there was my mother--her name is Maurice Henderson--basking in the sun in her red two piece suit. Who reclined on the lounger next to Ms. Pasternak. While my mother's breasts might have been dwarfed by the woman next to her. They weren't anything to balk at either. Once I had found my mother hanging up her delicate's to dry, being the nosy preteen I found out my mother was a 32C cup. In my opinion they were and are the perfect size. Not too big to be wasteful and not too small to leave a man wanting, but that's just me though. My mother rose leaning on her arm at the sound of the trunk closing.
"Sammy!" My mother squealed in joy jumping up from her seat, the gate to the pool banging behind her as those tone legs of hers propelled her forward.
"Hmph!" I groaned as my mother threw herself at me. "Hi, mom," I said hugging her the best I could with my loaded down arms.
"Maurice, we'll discuss that tomorrow," my father said sticking his head out the window of his car.
"Whatever Dick." I kept my chuckle to myself at the nickname for Richard. Me and my mother knew how much he hated it, given how his greying eyebrow twitched. "You can leave," she said waving him off. "I finally get you all to myself," my mother cooed pulling me once again into a warm hug as my father drove away. I had to pivot my hips away from her, so she wouldn't feel my growing bulge, or so I hoped. It wasn't until I was seventeen that I learned why my mother had chosen to live in that apartment complex. The company that oversaw it made it for women only, they occasionally made the exception for a gay man, but it was mainly for women. It was their hope that catering only to female cliental. That the women living there would feel safe and secure. However, they were okay with the children of said residents living with them too. So now you know why I normally walked around with a hard-on while I lived there. "Come. Let's get you settled," my mother said smiling warmly at me. My mother had this genuine smile that could melt anyone's cold heart. Those lush lips of hers had been many of my friends wet dreams. They constantly told me about it whether or not I wanted to hear about it. Her honey brown hair glistened the warm sunlight. Those caring brown eyes of hers could always ease away my sorrows.
"Hello Sam," Ms. Pasternak said lewdly as she leaned over the waist high fence that surrounded the pool as my mother lead me to her apartment. My eyes couldn't look away as she gave me a preview of how my cock would look like gliding through those soft mounds of pillowy flesh. Her hazel eyes dipped low noticing my ever growing bulge. "I heard you'd be moving in. I do love having a man beneath me," she said winking at me, sucking on her lower lip as she saw my cock twitched at her remark.
"It's good to see you again Ms. Pasternak," I said which I genuinely was pleased to see her. I mean who wouldn't be when a hot ass woman is just presenting herself like that.
"How many times do I have to say it young man," she said in a tsk tsk voice, "to call me Joan," she said her hazel eyes flashed mischievously. "Mmm...I think something is needing your attention," Joan said pointing at the tent in my shorts, "or if you like," she said looking to her left as my mother neared her apartment door. "I'd be more than happy to take care of it for you," Joan said wantonly tugging on the bikini string of her top causing her right breast to jingle.
"Sammy! Come on!" my mother called out to me. I just couldn't understand why my tongue was tied when Joan was all the more than willing to suck me off. How I berated myself in my head as I walked into my mother's apartment. "Well, I know there's not much space, but why don't you set your stuff down and come join us for a swim," my mother said, pointing to the space between the couch and the wall where I could store my things.
"Sure!" I replied a little bit to eagerly causing my mother to arch an eyebrow.
"Well, don't take too long, or we might start without you," my mother said as she closed the door. I tossed my bags onto the couch, dug through the contents for my swim trunks. While I might not have the bulk of a weightlifter. I do, however, have a well-defined body due to the years I played lacrosse. Though I did stop playing for my school this year to focus on my grades. Yet I kept up the workout I normally did when I played. However, as I looked down, I knew I had to take care of something first. Dashing into my mother's bathroom, kicking off my tennis shoes, sighing as my shorts and underwear fell to my ankles. I know most people don't do this, but as my cock throbbed painfully, I just couldn't wait any longer. There I stood at my mother's sink jerking off thinking of Joan servicing my rod, me standing behind her thrusting into that hot mound as she leaned over the fence. So there I was stroking my cock, my pre-cum dribbling out from my head as I thought about those sweet folds. When all of the sudden the bathroom door flings open.
"Samuel!" my mother screeched beside me. To my horror that was the same moment I was nearing my orgasm.
"Mom!" I yelped in surprise, yet what happened next would forever be engrained into my mind. I watched as my spunk shot forth splattering across my mother's breasts and her stomach.
"Oh god! Oh god!" my mother said frantically staring down at her cum covered body and to my deflating cock. "I'm so sorry!" she said slamming the door closed as the remainder of my cum dripped down onto the floor.
"Fuck! What just happened?!" I asked myself as I cleaned off my cock and put on my swim trunks. "You just came on your mom's tits that's what idiot. Why didn't you lock the door, moron!" my inner self growled in my head. Yet the sight of my mother covered in my sperm wouldn't leave my mind. I could feel my rod starting to stiffen once again at the thought. "Dude! That's your mom!" my inner light screamed at me. "But did you see her?! She was so hot covered in our spunk!" my little demon said overpowering my common sense.
"Mom?!" I called out as I stuck my head out of the bathroom. The door to her room was open, it seemed no one was in the apartment. I released a sigh at least I didn't have to have that conversation yet. But I knew it would be coming. Sighing once again as I adjusted myself before opening the apartment door.
"Oh, come to join us Sammy?" Joan asked her tongue ran along her upper lip. I glanced over at my mother who looked away red faced. She still had the same suit on, yet I could tell were my cum had landed. To me it kind of looked like she ran a finger through the spots that marred her top instead of a towel or something. God. Why couldn't I get my mother's image out of my head? I knew I had to as I felt myself starting to stiffen.
"Yeah, I thought I take a dip before lunch," I said smiling at Joan.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind applying some suntan lotion to my back?" Joan asked as she rolled over. I could feel my rod growing down my leg as her breasts were squeezed out of the sides of her top as she rested face down on the lounger. "Now you make sure you apply a good layer onto me," Joan said handing me the bottle with her left and while her right untied her top. The bottle nearly jetted out of my hand as Joan had sneakily stuck her hand up my short's leg. I swallowed hard as her hand wrapped around my shaft as I applied the lotion to her back. I couldn't believe it. Joan was essentially jacking me off in front of my mother. If she knew what was going on, she didn't show it. Then again, the dark sunglasses she was wearing made it hard for me to see her eyes. When I was done with her back Joan directed me to do the same to her legs and her ass. "Now don't you forget those thighs need some lotion too," Joan said dropping her in your face innuendo, all the while her hand was quickly becoming coated in my pre-cum. It took all my will not to lose my load right then and there. Yet as I looked up, I saw my mother looking at the movement in my shorts before quickly looking away.
"T-there all done," I said as best as I could with Joan's hand firmly squeezing my cock, giving her ass one last squeeze. At that point I didn't care if my mother saw it. I was at the point of no return and my cum was threatening to tip me over.
"Shame and I was starting to enjoy it," Joan said smirking at me.
"Sam...honey you wouldn't mind doing the same for me, would you?" my mother asked as Joan slid her hand out of my shorts. "I don't want to burn in this heat," she said as I tried to steady my voice.
"S-sure Mom," I said nodding. I wondered what else could happen today: first it was me facefucking my stepmother, then it was me cumming all over my mother's chest, now being jacked off in front of my mother. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable," I told her as my Adams Apple bobbed as I watched as Joan licked her hand clean.
"We have to do this again Sam," Joan said rolling slightly to her right exposing her left breast to me. In all my horny years I never seen something so glorious at that moment then Joan's tit. The tit I have dreamt about, masturbated to, done numerous dirty things to in my mind. Now after so long I finally got to see it in its full glory. "However, next time how about something more hot and wet wrapped around it, hmm?" Joan asked whispering low. How those hazel eyes flared like a panther stalking its prey as my cock lurched at the idea. "Excellent. I can't wait," she said smiling devilishly as I reached for the bottle of lotion.
"So...how was school? Are you ready for college?" my mother asked turned her head to the left as I sat down beside her. I hoped she couldn't see how hard I was.
"Oh, it was alright," I said squirting a blob of lotion onto my hand, "as ready as I can be Mom," I said trying to keep my cock from flinching as I applied the lotion to her smooth skin. My breath went still as I felt a small hand in my pants. Those fingers felt wonderful around my swollen cock. The need to cum apparent on my face as I looked down to find it was my mother jacking me off.
"Relax," she mouthed, "you need this," she whispered as her hand ran down the length of my shaft. As I continued to work down her back, I could tell her breathing had changed. "Lower, my legs will burn if you don't treat them too."
"Was my own mother getting aroused at jacking off her own son?" I asked myself as my hands worked down her left leg. My fingers accidentally skimmed along her labia. The soft erotic moan I heard that escaped her lips made my cock swell as her thumb kneaded my head. As I looked down between her legs, I saw the material of her bottoms getting darker. I was flabbergasted that my mom was getting wet. What was I to do with this information? I pondered that question as I worked my way up her right leg.
The hard squeezing of my cock brought my attention back to my mother's face. "Don't you cum yet," she whispered low, "you have something else to work." My eyes went wide as my mother lifted her hips up slightly pulling aside her bottoms exposing the most perfect cunt I have ever seen. 'This wasn't what a woman my mother's age pussy looks like,' I thought to myself as I recounted all the porn stars I've watched, whose pussies in my opinion kind of looked like roast beef. No. It appeared as if it was that of a teenagers. "Go on. It's only fair you get me off too." I could tell even with the dark sunglasses she was staring intently at me. "You have done this to a girl before haven't you?" my mother asked I shook my head. The smile I saw on her lips chilled me to the core. "Here. Let mama help you," she said reaching down taking hold of my greasy hand. Taking two of my fingers showing me how to play with her as her other hand kept me from blowing my load. Watching as my mother nodded as my middle and index finger slipped inside her hot tight hole.
"Faster!" She mouthed as her hand went back to work on my cock. I was at a loss for words at that moment. I thought the day couldn't get any stranger than it already had, but it appeared I was wrong. God. I don't think I can accurately describe how my mother's canal felt like. It was hot, wet, tight, yet soft as those folds hugged my exploring fingers. I had no clue what I was doing but my mother seemed to enjoy it. So I kept on until I found this weird odd patch it felt vastly different than the rest of her canal. My newly waken brain needed to know what was it that I found. It needed to know everything about that small round patch. That was when I noticed my mother's body had stilled as I was in the mitts of rubbing that small patch. "Don't stop!" she growled at me, "I was almost there," she bemoaned. I looked over at Joan who was looking the other way wondering why she wasn't saying anything. It was oblivious what I was doing to my mother. I hoped she was asleep. "Come on baby. Make your mom cum on those fingers," my mother moaned like a sex starved woman.
I shrugged my shoulders knowing I was already in too deep to stop now. Plus I really needed to cum and the only way that was going to happen was getting my mother off. There I was three knuckles deep in my mother's cunt, my hand becoming soaked in her hot juices. Mind you this wasn't how I thought moving in with my mother was going to go.
"Mom! I'm going to cum!" I whispered low, so Joan wouldn't hear if she was indeed listening to us. My mother did something I thought she would never do. She rolled over exposing those still perky breasts to me. I'm not ashamed to admit I still drool over those tits of hers. She pushed my short leg up to my hip showing the world my raging hard-on. My heart hammered in my chest as my mother's lips neared the head of my cock. How those brown eyes of hers looked up at me as my head inched into her mouth. My nerves were on fire as my mother rolled her tongue across my head. My body shuddered as I felt my cum bubbling up as her hand worked my shaft. I was in a state of bliss as my spunk surged forth filling my mother's mouth. Yet the look I saw in her eyes made me wonder. The moan that followed as she drank down my hot seed, I swear I almost had a hard-on again.
After that well the hour or two I spent in the pool was kind of lack lustered. I just couldn't get the fact I made my own mother cum on my fingers. Then the thoughts began to form. As I laid on the couch that night. The thoughts of her on her knees sucking me off, me between her legs tasting that delicious peach, hearing those same moans as I ram my cock into her hot snatch. Then the strangest thing happened for a week after the pool incident my mother shut herself within her own room when she wasn't at work. When I tried to talk to her about what happened she would just locked herself way in her room. So I decided it was probably better if I just dropped it. However, I did worry about what we did had made her hate me. Yet that didn't stop the thoughts of my mother riding my raging cock. In truth. It just made the dreams all the more frequent. During that long silent week I could have sworn I would have awoken to morning wood given the perverted dreams I was having. Yet when I awoke around late morning. There wasn't a hint that my rod had arose during my slumber.
It was a Monday of my mother's second week of avoiding me. When I awoke that day, she had left a note for me. Telling me Joan needed help with something. Ever since I had moved and especially after what happened at the pool. Joan and I have been flirting hard with one another. Well, it was more like Joan flirting with me and me just standing there like a drooling idiot. But I digress. After taking a quick shower beating the thoughts of my mom out of my head and grabbing a bagel on my way out.
"Ah, finally awake I see," Joan said from the walkway above me. My bagel fell from my mouth as I stared up at her. Her short skirt allowed me to peer up her dress at her naked snatch. From the wicked smirk I saw on her lips she had planned this all out. Yet my eyes couldn't or wouldn't pull away from those pink soft puffy lips of hers. Instantly, I felt the cock I had already drained surge with renewed vigor determined to salute the woman above me. "Mmm...come on Sam. You and I have some hot, sweaty, labor intensive work ahead of us," she said her index finger beckoned me to her. I took those concrete steps in twos and threes. "Eager, aren't we?" Joan cooed her hand ran down my chest before grasping my erect cock, "Well, come along," she said leading me into her apartment.
"S-so what is it you need me to do?" I asked my voice cracking as I stood in the center of her living room. My Adams Apple bobbed as she locked the door behind her.
"My dear boy I think you already know," Joan said reaching underneath her skirt playing with herself, "can't you hear how fucking wet I am? How my pussy wants and needs you to fuck it with that cock," she said pointing at my tent. "Go on. Let me see it," Joan said lustfully, "do you need a little incentive, hmm?" she asked as she started to unbutton her sky blue shirt. My cock strained against my shorts begging to be set free as Joan stood bare chested before me.
"Fuck me!" I groaned as my hands fumble with the snap button of my shorts.
"That is the plan Sammy," Joan said, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth as my cock sprung free from the elastic waistband of my underwear. "Oh my," she said fanning her face as my rock hard cock pulsated with every beat of my racing heart. "Well, then I think I won't be needing this, now will I?" Joan asked pushing her skirt off of her hips. The sight that was taking place before me, the goddess I had masturbated to for years stood naked before me. I wondered what I've done in a past life to be so fortunate. My instincts took over one moment I was standing there the next I was sucking on those heavenly tits. Her giggle didn't stop my hungry mouth. "Yes, Sam, suck on those tits baby," Joan moaned softly as her hand caressed the back of my head. I wanted to touch everything, to know everything, to make this woman howl out my name. "Fuck yes!" Joan howled as I plunged two fingers into her hot slit. She wasn't lying she was indeed sloppy wet. I can't remember how long I sucked those tits or how long I fingered Joan for. I do recall a great surge of juice flooding down her legs.
"My turn," Joan growled hungrily pushing me back into the recliner behind me, "mmm...just look at that cock," she cooed as she grabbed the base of my cock, slapping it against her cheeks. I watched as strands of pre-cum arching off her skin with each slap.
"God damn!" I cried out as that hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I not ashamed to admit it I almost came then. How it felt well...it's hard to explain given how it was my fourth blow job ever. If I had to rank them definitely my mom, then Joan, Melody, and my girlfriend when I was twelve.
"Oh, you like this old woman's mouth, huh?" Joan asked licking the back of my cockhead.
"Joan, you're aren't old. You're one of the hottest women I know. Do you know how many times I've...," I stopped myself as those eyes of hers drank every word of mine.
"Go on! How many times you've what?" Joan asked slowly jacking me of.
"Masturbated to you. Thinking about what your mouth, tits and pussy would feel like. I can't remembered the times I've blown my load just thinking about you," I said my fingernails dragged along the fabric as her thumb circled my head while her other worked my shaft.
"Oh, you naughty boy! Using me in such a manner," Joan said teasingly, "So I take it in that dirty mind I've titty fucked you often?" I nodded every nighttime encounter my hand and my rod had with each other did entail a good long titty fuck. I watched on as those heavenly orbs encased my member in that warm smooth skin. "Is this how you thought it would be?"
"Mmmhmm," I voiced trying my hardest to hold back orgasm as my rod glided between her breasts.
"Don't cum just yet I have a far better place to dump that yummy cum into," Joan said wantonly as she increased her pace. God. She was making that an herculean task. "Now," she said licking up the bead of pre-cum, "I think it's time to put this fat cock to better use?" Joan asked looking up at me. I nodded vehemently, I so wasn't going to pass this up. "Good," Joan purred as she rose. Taking me by the hand pulling me out of the seat, before she took my place. Draping her legs over the armrest, spreading her moist labia showing me that glistening interior. "Now grasp that cock and fuck me silly like you always did in your dreams." I took a moment to savor the sight before me. I could tell no one has ever looked at Joan as I was doing at that moment given her blushing cheeks. "Sammy don't look at me like that," Joan said bashfully. I felt my heart in my throat as my head neared her entrance. This was the moment of truth. I was about to lose my virginity; and how many guys can claim it was to the woman he had fantasized about your entire high school years.
"Oh god! Mmm...yes," Joan moaned as I slowly inched my cock into her hot canal. I wanted to remember how my first cunt felt like, to always recall how those folds wrapped my manhood in their warm embrace. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I bottomed out. "Fuck you're so deep, Sam! I love it!" Joan howled in joy, "now fuck me!" she growled. I wouldn't learn until later that she hasn't had sex -- since she had moved into the apartment complex a few years before my mom -- due to the messy divorce she went through. Man was she ever tight. I thought about every horrid, nonsexual, even my naked father to stave off my climax. "Yes, fuck yes Sam! You're going to make me cum!" Joan squealed after ten minutes of my frantic pumping. "I... cu... o.. ...d," I wondered if she was alright as her chest heaved, her diaphragm convulsed. "Fuck!" Joan screamed out locking her legs around me. Her folds put a death lock on my cock as she slammed her womanhood down the entire length of my shaft. "Don't stop!" Joan begged as she pulled on her nipples, "make me cum again on that fucking cock!" she growled like a woman possessed. I didn't know if I could ride out another one of her orgasms without blowing my load. Joan most have seen that to as she reached up, taking hold of my chin. Those hazel eyes of hers drew me in as I loomed ever closer to those tantalizing lips. "If you have to cum soil that pussy, Samuel. It's okay I didn't except you to last past my first orgasm. Get me to my second one and we'll come together," Joan said before wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me in the last few inches. As we came together, I never knew something so sweaty, so laborious could feel so divine.
"I do hope to see you the day after tomorrow young man," Joan said lewdly standing in her doorway, "I would hate for my day off to be spoiled when my pussy wants another ride or two on that cock."
"I wouldn't miss it," I said waving to her as she closed her door.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Ms. Atwater said sticking her head into her open window, "I haven't heard that woman moan like that...in ever!" her grey stormy eyes zeroed in on my crouch. "Kind of makes me wonder what you're packing in there," she said her crooked finger pointed at my groin.
"Oh, just a eight inch snake Ms. Atwater," I said smiling at the elderly woman.
"Oh my!" she said fanning her reddening face. "You hear that Boris!" I heard her call out to her cat as I walked down the stairs. "You come back and show me sometime."
"Okay!" I yelled, which would be so weird standing before an seventy-year-old woman, or so I thought. However, that all flew out of my mind as my cell phone chirped as I neared my mother's apartment door. As much as I loved having Joan's smell on me. I didn't think my mother would have approved. Opening up my message app as the apartment door swung open. I stopped in my tracks as Melody was spread naked across my bed. I knew she had taken it herself given the selfie pole in the photo.
"Sammy, I'm so lonely here!" Melody texted adding a pouty face to it. "See look at this pussy and tell me you don't want to fuck me?!" Door groaned as I pushed it closed while staring at my naked stepmother. Then came another one of her kneeling on my bed, her right hand cradling her right breast while her tongue flicked out to teased her nipple. "Don't you see how well I would look riding that cock baby?" Then came another one this one was of her presenting her ass to the camera, spreading her lips letting me see into the deeps of her canal. I looked down at my protruding cock, while my mind had no wish to fuck her my cock, however, saw it in a different light. "Sammy, show me it. I need to see it, please?!" I sighed hoping if I did, she would leave me alone.
Tossing my clothes into the hamper by the door. I snapped a few pictures of my junk. Sending it off to her preying she be content with that. Setting my phone down on the counter by the sink before turning the shower on. I jumped in surprise as a knock came on the door.
"Sam?" my mother said cracking open the door.
"Yeah?" I said hoping she couldn't see my naked body, nor my protruding cock in the bathroom mirror.
"When you get out, I need ask you something okay?"
"Sure Mom," I said. How I just wanted to thrust open that door and show her my cock again, to ask if she wanted to suck on it again or something more. Yet I couldn't do it no matter how much I wanted it. I knew if I did that it would destroy our relationship. I had no wish of doing to that to my mother. So I beat down my feels to the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Hoping that it wouldn't show it's ugly horny face again. Wishful thinking I know. Yet there I was stroking my cock as I stood underneath the shower head thinking about me lifting my mother onto the counter. Running my fingers along her slit. Teasing that clit of hers as she held onto me begging me to shove it into her.
"Sammy?" my mother said opening the door wider this time. I don't know if she could see me, but damn I could see her. While her catering outfit didn't show a whole lot. With my horny mind it didn't have a problem picturing her topless.
"Yeah?" I said turning my back to the shower head, so she wouldn't hear me jacking off as I stared at her in the mirror.
"Listen, I can't wait for you to get out. I hope talking like this is okay with you."
"Sure Mom. You know I always enjoy talking with you," I said. Wait. Was my mother blushing at that? I couldn't be sure, but it did appear so.
"Umm...a big client just came in and I'm understaffed at the moment. I was hoping that you could help me out tomorrow afternoon?" I was close as I looked at those lips of hers remembering how they felt. "Sammy?"
"Sorry Mom, what is it I'll be doing?" I asked prolonging the time I would have to jerkoff to my mother.
"Oh, nothing much just carrying around a serving tray of appetizers. The guy that normally does it decided to quit on me yesterday. I know this is you last summer free from the bustle of college, but I do hope you can help me out."
"Sounds easy enough," I said, wondering if I was bold enough, "plus I get to spend the night with a beautiful lady." My mother's hand flew to her mouth. She was definitely blushing and hard too.
"Well...I'll bring a couple of uniforms home and see which ones fit you. Thank you, Samuel, you don't know how much this helps me."
"Mom," I called out as she started to shut the door.
"Yes?" I heard a little quiver in her voice.
"It's never a problem helping out my beautiful mother. If you need me to help out with the bigger events while I'm here. I'm more then glad to," I said containing my moan as rope after rope of cum shot out striking the shower door. My mother didn't say anything I assumed she had to rush back to her shop to prepare for tomorrows event since she was shorthanded. So I thought nothing of it as I went back to showering.
"Sammy! Come help me with the stuff in the car," my mother said sticking her head into the apartment when six o'clock rolled around.
"Okay," I said tossing the remote aside as I got up.
"Grab those," she said pointing to the three uniforms hanging in the back of her car, "I brought some food home. I thought you might like to taste what I normally make for these things."
"Mom," I said opening the car door, "if it's anything like what you normally make then I know it be delicious." There it was again that blushing as she ducked into the back seat for the tray of food.
"Come on. I want to see how they look on you before you eat," she said shyly brushing back her hair. "Now, you go in there and change," she said pointing to her room. I went through them seeing which one was about my size. I had to take the pants of one and the white catering shirt--that kind of reminded me of the shirt Bruce Lee used to wear--from another. I knew I had to wear an undershirt tomorrow night given how the polyester/cotton blend itched like crazy.
"Can I come in yet?" my mother asked through the door.
"Sure, I'm decent." She moved me directly underneath the overhead light. Her hands ran down my arm seeing were the cuff ended. Then as she stood before me, she slowly and I mean slowly explored my chest feeling every muscle I had, before tugging on the hem of the shirt. I saw this mischievous light in her eyes as her fingers slipped into the waistband running them around the circumference of my body. Then down my right leg see if the length of the pants were too long or to short, nodding to herself when she was satisfied. Her hand ran up my inner thigh brushing against my rod. She repeated the process on my back, I had to fight back the goosebumps as her fingers ran up the back of my legs. My eyes flew wide as my mother grabbed handfuls of my ass.
"This will do," She whispered into my ear pressing her breasts into my back, "Why don't you change out of this and hang it in my closet. Leave the others on the bed I'll take care of them after dinner," she said, reaching around undoing the button and lowered my zipper before walking off leaving me with a rather noticeable chubby. "Forget the shirt come and eat," my mother said giggling as she stuck her head into her room.
"Mom, this is amazing!" I said as the mini barbeque sliders flavor exploded in my mouth. I could see the pride in her eyes when I said it. "You made this for tomorrow?" I asked as I wolfed down another two.
"No," she said shaking her head, "Tomorrow night is a more upscale kind of event," she said wrinkling her nose. Which I thought was cute when she did it. "This is from a job we had catering a luncheon at this factory downtown today," she said. I didn't draw attention to how my mother was slyly gawking at my chest. "Try the blueberry cheesecake mini muffins baby," my mother said leaning on her elbow as she stared dreamily at me, "when I came home, I was on my way to meet the van there," she said as I popped the muffin into my mouth. Now I'm not a big muffin eater but damn those things were good. You know how people say some food is just orgasmic, well those tiny delicious velvety muffins were like that. "Does my baby like them?" My mother's eyes flashed devilishly as I nodded.
"Good. I'll remembered to bring some home when make them again," my mother said her hand reached over. Her fingertips skimmed along the back of my hand as she continued to watch me eat. I don't remember when it happened. Was it around the second or third muffin or was the fourth slider, bah, that's neither here nor there. But the atmosphere inside that small apartment got a lot more intimate.
"Aren't you going to have some Mom?" I asked worried that I was making a pig of myself, also worried that there be no sliders left if she didn't act fast.
"No sweetheart, I ate at work. A benefit of owning your own catering company, you get the privilege of having some of the best chiefs make you dinner," my mother said smiling sweetly at me.
"Mom, if this is the kind of food you and your chiefs are making. I kind of wonder how you keep yourself looking...," I stopped myself before I could utter the word. It was one thing calling my mom beautiful when I thought she couldn't see me, but what was on my mind was in a whole different ballpark.
"What?" my mother asked perking up in her seat. "Come on Samuel. Tell me!"
"S-sexy," I said hoping my mother wouldn't throw me out on my ass.
"Oh!" my mother said her eyes darted to and fro. A bright crimson hue marred her cheeks as the silence became deafening. "You...," she said clearing her throat, "think I'm sexy?"
"Yes," I said noticing how her breathing had changed. It wasn't the smooth slow gentle kind, but this hot, rapid, need to fill ones lung's kind of way just not as noticeable. I only picked up on it because it reminded me of the pool. "Mom," I said taking hold of her left hand, "there isn't many women that can compare to the natural beauty that you hold. It took Dad paying for half of Melody's implants to get a fraction of what you are," I said with all sincerity I could muster. I didn't care if it ended whatever was happening, but I had to take that chance. I watched as those beautiful brown eyes lustered as my mother's lip trembled.
"Oh, Sammy!" my mother said launching herself off of her seat. My back slammed into the refrigerator as she hugged me tightly. Keeping my sauce stained fingers away from her clothes as I returned her hug. A primal moaned rippled through my mind as I felt every curve of her body pressed against mine. "Come let's watch a movie," she whispered low into my ear. I'm sure she could feel my growing erection, yet she didn't say a word.
My mother turned the lights down low before walking over to her entertainment center. I know by now my hard cock was apparent against my loose basketball shorts. It was even more pronounced as my mother bent over at her hips showing off her ass to me. I didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but I didn't care. Quickly, reaching over taking one of the small throw pillows and covering myself before my mother could turn around. The way the light of the TV played across her silhouette made me hard to the point that I thought no man could go. The way that white light played across her eyes, the way the shadows played across her breasts. I knew one thing without a doubt I need to rub one out; or I would try and fuck my mother. I almost rolled my eyes as Casanova opening came on screen. However, I knew it was one of my mother's favorites. Plus how my mother nearly threw herself onto the couch and took my arm resting it between her breasts. I so wasn't going to move not even if my life depended on it.
Halfway through the movie I felt my mother's hot breath on my neck. I dared to glance out the corner of my eye. I saw something in her eyes that in my inexperience I couldn't name. Then my mother inched closer and closer until her lips claimed mine. I let my mother take lead since this I admit was my fifth kiss ever. Then the way she sucked on my tongue I knew I had to have more. With my free hand I reached up caressing her cheek as I sank deeper into our kiss. I could feel her need, her desire as our kiss crossed into something more than mother and son.
"Samuel?" my mother asked breathlessly as she came up for air, "do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Without a doubt," I said looking my mother square in the eye.
"Take off your shorts Samuel," my mother commanded. The pillow I had been using for cover went flying. When my mother saw the taut peak, I thought I was about to be devoured. "Oh baby, did you get this hard because of me?" she asked after I had pushed my shorts down.
"Y-yes," I said my heart was racing a million miles a minute as my mother stared hungrily at my cock. "I've been like this since before the movie," I said. I didn't know what was so shocking, yet the way my mother looked to the clock and back to my rod.
"Baby, that was over two hours ago? Are you sure you've been this hard for that long?"
"Mom, have you looked at yourself? You're fu...hot!" I said stopping myself from cursing in front of her.
"Say it baby!" she said her hand rubbed my inner thigh.
"You're fucking hot! It took everything I had not maul you," I said finally letting it all out.
"Do you want to fuck me with this cock, Samuel?" she cooed softly stroking my rod, "do you want your mother to ride you right here on this couch?" my mother asked her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Yes, that's all I've been thinking of since the pool. But every time I tried to bring it up you went and hid in your room," I said as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she said leaning forward kissing me passionately, "here. Let your hot mother take care of this naughty cock." I held my breath as she leaned over my lap.
"Oh god! Mom! Yes..." I moaned as her mouth enveloped my cock.
"I take it my baby likes it when his mother sucks his cock, hmm?" she asked as my cock left her lips in a loud pop.
"Fuck yes!" I said vehemently.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind pleasing me as well?" she said rising up. I heard her gasp as I kissed up her stomach. "Mmmhmm." she moaned as I palmed her breasts through her bra. "Here baby," my mother said unhooking her bra. I was in heaven as those orbs came free. "Yes! Suck mama's tits!" she moaned as she held my head against her chest. This went on for ten minutes, I had to make sure I knew every square inch of those breasts. I didn't know when the next time, if there would be a next time, I would be able to do this. "Sam, while I would love to bear your love marks," my mother said her chest heaving, "I need you to do something for me. That no one but you my sweet handsome son can do for his mother."
"I'll do whatever it is to make you happy Mom," I said my cock twitching in agreement.
"I'd hoped you would say that," my mother said with a broad smile, "I need you to eat me, son." I know how I looked as my head just nodded like crazy, because I saw myself in the picture frame above my mother's head. "What is a mother to do with such a loving son?" my mother cooed as she slipped off the couch. I took a dry swallow as my mother stood before me bare chested. The way she smiled at my large eyes that absorbed everything as she wiggled out of her pants. "Lay down on the couch Samuel," my mother ordered. There it was that prefect pussy just a few feet beside me. My mother just smirked as my cock again twitched my approval. "Now Sam you don't have to do much just taste your mother okay," she said as she positioned her mound over my mouth. "So how does my pussy look baby?"
"Perfect," I said in awe.
"Oh baby, you say the most sweetest things. Now fucking eat your mother," she giggled as she sat down on my face. "Of fuck! Yes, suck on that clit," my mother begged, "Hmm...something has been very patient hasn't it?" she asked leaning forward grasping the root of my branch. My hands gripped tightly to my mother's ass as her tongue did things to my cock, I never thought were possible. "Baby, if you have to cum it's okay. Mama will drink down your seed," she said rubbing her lips down the side of my cock.
"Ok...ay," my voice muffled by her honey pot. My entire focus was to make sure my mother got off on my tongue no matter what it took.
"Oh fuck! Yes baby! Lick mama's pussy! Just like that!" I could feel her muscles trembling above me. I inserted two of my fingers searching out that same spot I had found at the pool. I wanted to make sure my mother was satisfied in every way. I knew of the struggles she had to go through since the divorce. I wanted to at least take them away even if for a short while. "Oh god! Oh god! Yes, Samuel, right there, harder baby!" my mother urged me on. For over fifteen minutes the only thing that could be heard in that apartment was me and my mother enjoying each other's bodies.
"M..m I..m g...ng t... c...m" I tried to say yet I couldn't, or would I ever remove my mouth from that sweet pussy.
"Do it baby!" my mother said before renewing her effort. My moans were muffled by that hot snatch currently occupying my mouth. The sucking sensations of her throat as she drank down my cum almost made me wish I could get hard again just to feel that again. "Mmm," My mother purred as she tilted her head back. "God, you cum taste sublime baby. Do you think you can get it up again?" she asked looking down between her legs.
"For you Mom always," I said with a huge grin knowing how my mother's juices were glistening on my face.
"You're so going to have your brains fucked out of you," my mother said, positioning herself over my hips as her hand worked my cock to reignite it. However, that would never be as my mother's phone rang. "Fuck!" my mother growled as she reached for her phone, "Yeah, who is it?!" she growled into the receiver.
"Hey Maurice, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"
"Oh hey Joan, a little bit," my mother said placing her finger over my lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry but I wouldn't have called but my car won't start; and I rather not wait for the tow truck alone at this time of the night."
"Alright, where are you?" my mother asked sighing looking forlorn at my cock as she rose off the couch.
"I just got off of work. So I locked myself in my car."
"Okay, text me the address and I'll be there as fast as I can," my mother said ending their call. "I'm sorry baby to just leave you like this."
"Mom, it's okay. I totally understand. Joan is a nice lady I would hate for something to happen to her. Plus you did get off..."
"Oh, my sweet boy, of course, I did," my mother said smiling down at me, "the evidence of my cum is all over your face," she giggling before she bent down kissing me with those soft lips. "Sam, you can sleep in my bed if you want. Then again you might like feeling my ass pressed against that cock in the morning," my mother teased as she got dressed.
"You so know it Mom," I retorted.
"What am I to do with you," my mother chuckled shaking her head as she pocketed her car keys and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"Fucking me is probably the only course of action you have left," I said with a devilish smirk.
"Oh, that my dear boy is on the to do list. I'll try to be back as fast as I can, but I don't know exactly where her work is. So you go ahead and wash up and climb into bed. If I'm back in time we'll finish were I left off if not there is always tomorrow," my mother said blowing me a kiss before closing the door.
I awoke around six in the morning feeling this heavenly soft warmth wrapped around my morning wood. As I slowly opened my eyes peering beneath the covers. I worked my tongue around my dry mouth as I spooned my naked mother and my covered cock rested neatly between my mother's ass cheeks.
"Mmm...morning baby," my mother said groggily, reaching her hand up softly stroking my check, "I feel something definitely is awake this morning. Fuck! Is that the time! Shit!" my mother nearly yelled as she noticed the time. Flinging the covers off of her and me, I stared in awe of the woman I had the fortunate opportunity to sleep beside. "Here," my mother said tossing me a pair of clean thongs, "pick one and wrap it around that cock and cum in it. I want to feel my son's cum against my pussy all throughout the day since I don't have time to properly take care it now. So," she said clawing along the bed towards me, "make sure it's a nice big juicy load sweetheart," my mother purred as she ran her hand up my cock.
"Sure thing Mom," I said smiling like a fool not waiting for her to even get off the bed before snaking my cock out.
"God, I can't wait to sit on this," she cooed lovingly watching as I wrapped her underwear around my cock, "I'll try to hurry so that cum is nice and warm after my shower," she said winking at me before scurrying off the bed. I tried to make it last as I listened to the shower. I felt that tingling as I heard the turning of the faucets.
"Oh Mom!" I cried loud enough for her to hear as my spunk covered the inside of her thong.
"Are they ready to wear?" my mother asked walking into her bedroom.
"Yep, see," I said rolling off the bed handing the thong to her, all the while the last bead of my cum oozed out the tip of my cock.
"I can't have this going to waste," my mother said bending down swallowing my cock whole, swirling her tongue around my head making sure she got every last drop.
"Fuck Mom! I love how you do that," I said feeling my legs shake as my cock left her lips.
"You think that's something, wait until you're hilt deep inside me baby," she said winking at me before her tongue probed my mouth, "oh my, that is a nice big load," she cooed before slipping on the underwear. Making me watch as she wiggled her hips making sure I saw how that thong settle on her mound. "Mmm...yes, I can feel that goo touching my lips. Now you go back to sleep I'll wake you long before you need to be ready," she said kissing me on last time before she hurriedly put on her work clothes.
I awoke again but this time it was to find my mother bobbing up and down on my cock. Those brown eyes glanced up at me as I came to. I could feel her urgency. She wanted my load and she wanted it now.
"Mmm...fuck," I moaned as my fingers wrapped around the sheet, "Mom, does your son's cock taste good?" I asked hoping she would answer.
"Mmmhmm," she voiced yet I could tell there was quite a bit of lust behind it.
"Do we have time...to you know?" I asked as she shook her head, I blew my load. "Fuck Mom. I'm sorry it just felt so good when you did that."
"Don't apologize baby," my mother said after her gagging had subsided, "I've gotten use to your unexpected eruptions," she said impishly. "Come on. Get dressed we need to get to the shop and pack the van." I just gawked at my mother as she smirked while crawling off the bed.
It took us about an hour to pack up the van. My mother normally didn't drive her own car to whichever event she was catering at the time, however, with the amount food whomever had hired my mother to prepare she opted to drive her own car. Plus the way she was looking at me when no one was watching. I had a feeling she had other reasons as to why she wanted to drive. I wasn't disappointed either as we drove to wherever we were going. I stared up in shock at my father's firms building, then to my hard cock that mother had been jerking while we followed the van.
As the elevator doors rolled open none other than my stepmother stood before me. She was wearing this revealing black mini dress. Those green eyes staring right at me. Then dipping low noticing the bulge in my pants.
"Maurice, Richard wanted me to show you where you can setup," Melody said as nicely as she could in front of me.
"Okay," my mother said. I could tell she was a little thrown off by Melody's demeanor, given the last time they had seen one another it had come to blows. There wasn't much I could do to hide the hard rod that my mother had awaken on the ride over since my hands were full. That little tight ass of Melody's swayed seductively before me as she led us into one of the spare conference rooms. The large table that normally had sat in the center of the room had been removed, and folding tables had been added to host the trays of food me and my mother's workers carried and pushed into the room. "Samuel, will you help Dale and Grace to bring up the rest, while I make sure everything is ready?"
"Of course," I said still holding the tray of mini quiches as my mother reached under moving my cock to a less noticeable position. "Thank you," I mouth which produced a sneaky smile from my mother. It took us a good half an hour to unpack the van and the elevator trips didn't help much either. Yet as I set down the box containing the table cloths. I watched as my mother went about directing how the setup should look. She must have seen me staring as her cheeks quickly got a red hue.
"Samuel," Melody said from the doorway, "your father would like to talk with you."
"It's okay," my mother nodded, "you won't be needed until the party starts, just make sure you're here five minutes before it does okay."
"Sure," I said, checking my watch that gave me ten minutes to figure out what my father wanted, and I wasn't about to disappoint my mother. Melody led me through the offices though, in truth, she didn't have to. I think she just wanted to show off her body to me. I have to say as much as I dislike her, she does have one amazing figure.
"So are you enjoying staying at your mother's place?" Melody asked as her brunette hair bounced along her shoulders.
"Yeah, why?" I asked glancing out of the corner of my eye.
"Because I was thinking maybe you could come visit us sometime," Melody said, reaching over taking hold of my arm before we got to my father's office. I knew this part of the building was pretty much a dead zone given how the younger and older lawyers avoided my father like the plague. "I know you never liked me," she said pushing me up against the wall, "I understand that, but maybe we can start over, hmm?" Melody asked as she pressed her body against mine while stroking my still hard rod. "I mean you don't have to move back in if you don't want to, maybe just stay a night or two. I know your father misses you," she said her face inches away from mine. Those green eyes of hers burned in her hunger to devour me. "I miss you too. I didn't think I would, but I do Sammy. I shouldn't have told your father to make you move. For that I am truly sorry. I'm more than willing to make it up to you sweetheart," Melody said brushing her cheek against mine, "I haven't fucked anyone since you've been gone. You're the last cock I have tasted, and I want more," she whispered wantonly into my ear. "So since I have stopped sleeping around for my need to feel some connection your father never provides. You, well hung man, will have to make sure I am satisfied, or I'll tell your father how you forced me to suck that delicious cock," Melody said sinisterly and sensuously giving my cock a squeeze before pushing me towards my father's office. "Go on. He's waiting," Melody said from behind me as I readjusted myself before entering my father's office.
"Hello Samuel," my father said hiding the distain at what I was wearing, yet I could tell. "I'll keep this short as possible," he said while Melody walked over to the other chair that was twin to the one, I was standing behind. She made a show of showing off her ass to me as she lowered herself into the seat. "I have very important people coming in from all across the globe for this event. I don't want them to know you are my son wearing that," my father said pointing at my uniform. I narrowed my eyes at my father. Sure, it might not be as glamorous as trying a case in federal court, but at least it was honest work. "So don't expect much in a way of conversation from me during the party," he said matching my gaze.
"I never do Dad," I said, watching my father's wrinkly brow furrow, making his receding salt and pepper hair line look larger then it was.
"If it wasn't for your mother," he said pointing at Melody, who smiled warmly at my father. Yet as those eyes glanced at me, I wondered what she was playing at as they returned back to my father. "I've would have gone with someone else altogether."
"And you would have been a fool. Mom's cooking is the best in town, and what better way to show these so-called important clients of yours. That you value their time and more importantly their money then providing the best food they can stuff themselves on, hmm? That is why she is here isn't," I said coldly nodding to Melody, "to show off your trophy wife to these assclowns that don't give a damn about you, just long enough that you're as good as you say you are," I said watching as my father's cheek twitched. Melody gasped turning in her seat looking at me as if I was a stranger. Yet those eyes of hers told me one thing. She wanted me now more than ever. Since I didn't live with him anymore, and I didn't care if he pulled the money for my college out from under me. I was tired of him speaking down to me like I was something lesser then he was. It was high time for someone to call him out. If it had to be his own son, then so be it. I've had enough of his crap, and I'll be damn if he was going to make me feel bad about it. "That is why you rushed me out of that house, so you could appear devoted to your client's needs?" The last part was a lie I know, but damn did it feel good to say. "So if that is all I have work to do before the party." I didn't, however, I just wanted to be out of that room.
"Samuel?" my father called out as I reached for the doorknob.
"Yeah," I said not bothering to look back.
"Well said." I was shocked to say the least. "Wish I had more lawyers with the balls to speak their minds as you just did." I heard my father getting out of his seat, turning me around and doing one thing he has rarely done in my entire life. The man hugged his own son. "Now you go do what you have to, but you're coming home this weekend and we'll spend some time together," my father said genuinely smiling at me.
"Okay," I said in stun disbelief. Yet over his shoulder I could see Melody running her finger along her lip gazing at my groin. I knew it was going to be one hell of a weekend for sure.
As the party got underway, I tried to stay in the background doing whatever my mother needed. Yet as the liquor flowed, and the hours passed, I was less needed then what my mother had thought. However, like the good son I try to be for her. I still made the rounds with that serving tray. How she would flash me a smile every time I came back to refill it. When she and I knew I didn't have to, not when most of the guest and the lawyers were too busy drinking and trying to gain their business. Yet that all changed when I was carrying the tray of mini cheesecakes near my father's office. Thinking there might be some intoxicated people that needed some of my mother's succulent desserts to suck up the booze. Yet I didn't except that my stepmother to pull me into my father's office.
"Now," Melody said with her back to me locking the door, "if you want out Samuel," she said turning around. With the key in her hand I watched as she lifted her dress placing it in her underwear. "You'll have to come and get it." I swallowed hard as that predatory smile spread across her lips. "Or would you rather me tell you father how you thrust that hard cock in and out of my mouth, making me gag on that delicious cum as you poured it down my throat?" I knew I couldn't let my father know about that. He might find pride in me standing up to him. However, when it came to Melody, he was sadistic to anyone that crossed her.
"You want me to fuck you in dad's office?" I asked while I wasn't opposed to the idea. I did find it a rather pleasing way to get back at the old man. But this was too risky even for me, I knew we would get caught.
"Your Dad is too busy drinking and entraining his guest to notice my disappearance," Melody said her hips swayed as she walked towards me, "and what better way to fuck the man I saw a few hours ago then right here," she said as my ass pressed against the edge of my father's desk. "How about we put this up, hmm?" Melody said taking the tray from me and placing it on top of the books on the middle shelve. "Now let's have a look at the man you've become?" she pressing her body against as the sound of my zipper lowered. "Go on Sammy touch me," Melody said reaching into my pants. I could feel her hand fishing around in my underwear for my soft cock. As my I have stated that I had no wish to fuck her. My cock and hands vetoed my decision on the matter. I listened as Melody moaned as I squeezed her tits. Playing with her nipples through the material of her dress. I had to get her off quickly so my mom or my dad wouldn't miss either one of us. My fingers pulled the hem of her dress up as my cock grew in her hand. "Going for the main course I see. I understand. Best we fuck now before somebody finds us," Melody said reading my mind. I reached through the side of her panties for the key as my member reached its full length.
"Mmm...yes, so forceful you've become," Melody said as I bent her over my father's desk. Pushing aside her panties showing me that pink slit she had taunted me with yesterday. I wasn't gentle when I propelled my cock into her cunt. Maybe I should have been, but I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Plus it was kind of my way of getting back for the years of her shit I had to put up with. "That's it Sammy take that anger out on that cunt!" Melody moaned low taking my full length with ease. How was I to know she got off on that kind of thing. While I have never admitted this to anyone, well except for you dear reader, especially not to her, that cunt of hers did feel amazing. I looked at the clock as ten minutes had passed of listening to my stepmother moaning as my cock gilded in and out of that wet hole. I knew I had five minutes before my mother would come and find me. So putting every bit of strength I had into my thrust. How that woman went wild as I pounded her cunt. "Yes! Give it to me Sammy!" Melody growled low knowing I was about to cum.
I breathed heavily as I backed away watching my cum ooze out of my stepmother. I'm ashamed to say, yes, I wanted more as I stuffed my cock back into my pants, "So we're good now right?" I asked trying to steady my trembling legs as I reached for the tray.
"Oh, we have only just started baby," Melody said sinisterly looking behind her, "you're going to continue to fuck me when I want and how I want," she said, reaching between her legs coating her fingers in my spunk. My anger flared as I watched her suck them clean. "Or this time I might just tell Richard you raped me," Melody said evilly pulling her panties back over her mound and straightened out her dress as she stood. Even if it was a lie, I knew she would do it. What was I to do? Have her lie to my father about a rape that never happen, or to continue to be blackmailed into having sex with her. There was only one choice before me. I had to keep fucking her. "Oh, don't be so mad, you and I know that cock loves my pussy," Melody said taking the key from me, patting me on the cheek as she opened the door, "this weekend you and I are going to spend a lot of time alone together. So I hope you rest up until then," she said before sashaying out the door.
"Fuck!" I growled. I heard her chuckle from down the hall which only made me more angry.
"Where have you been?!" my mother asked as I returned back to the conference room, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" she asked pulling me to the side as the others started to pack up the empty trays.
"Nothing," I said looking away.
"Look at me!" she said pulling my chin towards her, "tell me what's wrong Samuel?" As I stared into those loving brown eyes, I knew then she could never know. I could never tell her how Melody was blackmailing me. I had to keep that from ever reaching my mother. If she ever found out I knew Melody would be a dead woman.
"Dad wants me to come over and spend the weekend there. When all I want to do is be with you," I said, the last part low enough so no one could overhear. While yes most of it was a lie to keep the truth from coming to light. I meant every word of it. I do truly wish to be with the woman before for me. Not as mother and son, but as in the woman I can turn to and she could confide in me.
"Oh Sam," my mother said a strange light I haven't seen before filled her eyes, "go help the others load up," she said. I knew she wanted to say more but couldn't in mix company. So I simply nodded and helped out to pack up the van once again. All the while I pondered how I was going to deal with my blackmailing stepmother.
"Sam, did you really mean that you wish to be with me? I'm your mom. While yes, I do want to fuck you, so much right now you wouldn't believe," she said moaning loudly pressing her head against the head rest as we sat at a red light, "but what you're asking for is crazy!"
"Then call me crazy for wanting the hottest woman in town," I said grinning madly at her, "is that so wrong to want to be with you like that?"
"Oh baby, no it isn't," she said looking over at me, "do you really want an old woman as your girlfriend?"
"One you're not old. Ms. Atwater is old. You look like you're still in your twenties, given how well you have taking care of...," My mother reach over so fast I couldn't think as her tongue made my brain turn to mush. "Umm...umm...umm...," was all I could say as my brain was still in that state of bliss.
"Well, I know how to shut you up now. Something I'll probably find very pleasing," she giggled as the light turned green.
"Okay, I'm go take a shower," my mother said as we entered the apartment, "oh and, Sammy?" she said turned to me as her shirt fell open.
"Yeah?" I said trying not to stare at her breasts.
"No peaking," she chuckled walking up to me, "and no touching yourself I want every ounce of your cum," she purred as she rubbed my cock. How her eyes burned with hunger as I moaned. I don't think my mother ever had a man that wanted her as much as I did and still do. The half an hour I sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, what I think is a form of torture no man should ever have to endure. Yet I knew I had to get the scent of Melody off of me before my mother could find out. My mouth dropped as my mother walked out of the bathroom nude. Instantly, my meat stick roared to life. "I left you some hot water if you need a shower," she smirked as she walked into her bedroom keeping her back to me as she gave her ass a smack before closing the door.
I heard my mother laughing at my groan as I fell back onto the couch. However, that was short lived as I raced to the bathroom knowing what awaited me when I got out. I won't bore you with what I thought about in the shower I'm sure you know by now.
"Samuel! Will you please come in here?" my mother called to me as I opened the bathroom door. As I entered her room with the towel wrapped around my waist. I just stopped in my tracks as my mother knelt on her bed in a matching pair of lilac colored of bra and panties. "So does my body please you baby?" I didn't have to answer as my cock did that for me. "Then come," she said beckoning me with her finger, "and take this woman you find so sexy," my mother said grinning madly, as I tossed my towel across the room. I wish I could say I was dashing and what not when I climbed onto the bed and took my mother into my arms, but I wasn't I just couldn't help myself as I assaulted her lips. Yet my mother didn't seem to care as she breathed heavily as I kissed down her neck. My fingers worked feverishly as I worked the hooks that held her bra taunt. Those orbs beckoned me to free them, to partake of their goodness. "Oh Samuel!" my mother moaned as my tongue rolled along her nipple.
As I gently lay my mother down on the bed. Her chest heaved in anticipation. I think she had wanted this as much as I did. Those soft panties went flying over my shoulder as they left my mother's legs. I could tell she was already wet enough for me to slid my cock into her. Yet I wanted to taste that delicious peach again.
"Mmm...fuck yes!" my mother screamed out as my tongue part her lips. I glanced up as my mother's back arced as I gently sucked on her clitoris. "Oh god! Samuel, yes suck on your mother's clit. Suck it hard baby!" she demanded. God. Those hot juices of hers tasted so sweet to me. Within minutes of me sucking on those delicious lips I had my mother cumming, yet I didn't stop there. "Oh god!" she screamed out as her second orgasm flooded her canal. "Fuck yes! Samuel!" she screamed holding my head to her hot box. I drank down those juices as fast as I could. To this day I have made sure I've eaten my mother out once a day regardless if we have sex or not. This wasn't about me as I looked over that perfect mound. This was about showing the woman before me how much she means to me. "Stop! You got to stop!" my mother said, "I can't catch my breath," she said smiling down at me as her third climax had ran its course.
"Have I done something wrong?" I asked in my inexperience I didn't know that smile was a very good thing. But hey you have to learn sometime right?
"Oh Samuel," she said bringing me to her lips, "you've done everything right," she said her tongue flicking out teasing my juice cover lips. "Now, I think it's my turn to show you what I do for my man," my mother said rolling me over onto my back. Goose flesh rose all over my body as my mother kissed down my chest. I sucked in a breathe as my mother inhaled my cock. God. Her mouth is heavenly. As I peered down at my mother bobbing on my tool. Licking every which way, sucking hard on the head of my cock as her tongue circled its crown. I knew then she was the one I always wanted to see on the end of my appendage. If I had to deal with Melody to be able to come home to this woman that was doing things Melody could barely dream of. Then so help me if I had to move heaven and earth just for a brief moment with her then so be it. I was going to make sure nothing bad ever touched her life ever again, at least not if I could help it.
"Oh Mom!" I cried out, "if you keep going, I'm going to cum."
"Not yet!" she growled, "This cock needs to be reacquainted with my pussy," she said staring down at me before lowering herself onto my steel rod. "You like the feel of that hot pussy don't you baby?"
The Conclusion In Maurice's Tale.A Small Apartment vs. A Hot Mother Ch. 02
Maurice's tale.
Maurice's Tale
All characters are over 18+
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Hello everyone, I'm Maurice Henderson, as you might already know. I know some of you are hemming and hawing because of how my son's tale ended when it was just getting to the good part; but that is because I thought I should be the one to talk about how I rode the cock I gave birth to. So when I found my son writing about our relationship. I thought I should add my own version of things. As to the matter of Melody well she'll get what's coming to her. So that is all I'll say about that woman. Now a little about myself: I'm thirty-six--at the time of this story took place--as my son has already stated, while I do work out quite a bit, I don't have the highly developed abs as some of these women I have seen. However, they are noticeable, which has garnered quite a bit of attention from the men at the gym I go to. Now, since my bustard of an ex-husband thought to replace me with a younger woman. I was pretty much put off of men for a while.
Now if I wanted sex, I would have taken one of those handsome men and fucked the living shit out of them in their car's. Yet this wasn't about that, this was about finding someone that would treat me like the woman I haven't felt like in the years of my marriage to Richard. However, catching the interest of men my age that wanted more than just sex was rather daunting when I felt like dating again. Now I don't know (sighs), yeah, I do know when I fell for my son. It was a month after my divorce. When I was having trouble adjusting to my new life as a single woman. My beautiful son was always there for me when my work, or the fights with his father grew too great to handle. Samuel never asked for anything as I cried myself into a stupor. Yet he was always there to comfort me when my life grew to hectic to handle. My son showed me things that grown men never begun to even think about when it came to me. To them I was nothing more than a notch on their belts. As I have said if I wanted sex that wouldn't have been a problem, but I wanted more. I needed someone to see me as something more than a hot night of wild sex. Little did I know I would find that in the one person society finds wrong.
I've done everything right all my life other than falling for a man eleven years older than I was when I got pregnant with Samuel. You know what doing the right thing has gotten me? Heartache. Anger. Far too much trouble then I care for. So if what happened between me and my son is wrong then fine, I don't care anymore. We shall be wrong together and be damned to anyone that judges us.
So as I was saying. For three long years I pined over my son. I know. It isn't something a mother is supposed to do. Yet the longer I watched my son grow into the man he became I simply lost myself. Every night when we talked, I would secretly play with myself. Dreaming of my son servicing me and me servicing him. There were times I had to place the phone on mute as I called out his name as I came. God. The lewd things I made that boy do in my head. However, as much as I loved my son, I would never openly tell him how I felt for him. I am his mother after all. It would be wrong of me to place my son in that kind of position. But I could hope, couldn't I? So let's have a recap of what has happened shall we?
There I was spread out on my bed, my blue rubber dildo thrusting in and out of my cunt as I fantasized about my Sammy. God, just thinking about that dazzling smile of his, the luster of his brown eyes got me so fucking wet. I was nearing my fifth orgasm that my fake dreamy son was bring me to as my fingers ran though his jet black hair, only to be interrupted by my damn cell phone. Sometimes I hate that blasted thing.
"What?!" I growled angrily into the phone noticing the caller ID of my ex-husband. I only kept his number stored in case something happened to Samuel.
"Maurice?" Richard's irritating voice came over the line.
"Make it quick Richard! I'm a little busy at the moment!" I said trying to kept my arousal up, yet his voice was as good as an ice cold shower.
"Melody wants Samuel out of the house. So I was thinking he could come live with you for the summer, at least until his college starts." My mind raced as to what this might bring about, could I even keep my hands off of my son if he lived here? That question and many others raced through my mind as Richard waited for my answer. "Maurice?"
"Of course, my son is always welcomed here. Better he stay with me then being under the same roof as that harlot," I said taking a pop shot at his second wife, "you do know what that means right?"
"Yes." I smiled evilly at the man's sigh. I knew his love for his money if I could take even one penny from him all the more better.
"So when is my baby boy coming?"
"Melody wants him out as fast as possible. So how does tomorrow sound?"
"Alright, how does noon sound?" I asked nodding as he agreed to the time. Tossing my phone off to the side once our call was over with. I kicked my legs in the air acting like a schoolgirl at the thought of spending time with my handsome son. I hadn't forgotten how my dildo was still lodged in my cunt. Mmm...how I rode that facsimile for an hour thinking of my son. By the time I was done my body was coated in sweat, and my bed was supporting a very, very large wet spot. So after I came down from my climax, I phoned my manger telling her I wouldn't be in tomorrow that she would have to open up the store and prepare for the luncheon we had been hired for the day after tomorrow.
"Maurice!" Joan squealed as she came down the stairs. She knew my dirty little secret. It wasn't hard to given the times I've screamed out my son's name.
"Hey Joan," I said smiling warmly at my friend. Now I won't go into what brought her to this place my son has already done that. Though I was a little envious of those E cup breasts of hers as she brought me into a hug. I knew how my son had touched himself to her. I accidentally eavesdropped on him a few times masturbating in my bathroom to her. I couldn't get mad at him, she is a beautiful woman. Though I did wish he'd would look at me as he did with Joan. So there we were lounging in the sun waiting for my son to arrive. I was so nervous to see him. I know it sounds foolish. But haven't you ever felt like that before seeing the man or woman that you love? I heard Richard's car pull up, yet I acted like I didn't, at least until I heard the sound of the trunk.
"Sammy!" I squealed in joy at the sight of my eighteen-year old son. I know it wasn't what a normal mother would sound like, but I've hadn't seen my boy in over a month due to his hectic schedule. I heard the gate bang behind me as I ran to my son. How my heart fluttered as I saw that warm smile of his.
"Hmph!" my son groaned as I threw my arms around his neck. "Hi, mom," he said returning the hug the best he could.
"Maurice, we'll discuss that tomorrow," Richard said sticking his head out the window of his car.
"Whatever Dick," I said. I knew how he hated that nickname. "You can leave," I said, waving off the wrong man I spent to many years on. "I finally get you all to myself," I cooed pulling Samuel back into a hug. I just couldn't get enough of feeling my son's body pressed against mine. However, when I felt that bulge in his shorts I nearly moaned as it brushed against my dancefloor. "Come. Let's get you settled," I said smiling warmly at him.
"Hello Sam," I heard Joan greet my son rather lewdly I might add. Yet I had agreed not to interfere. I knew she needed a good fucking just as much as I did. So I couldn't tell her no without my secret coming to light. "I heard you'd be moving in. I do love having a man beneath me."
"It's good to see you again Ms. Pasternak," I heard my son greeting my upstairs neighbor.
"How many times do I have to say it young man," Joan said in a tsk tsk voice, "To call me Joan." God. I had to fight myself from turning around as I walked towards my apartment door. I don't like sharing! Yet Joan had me over a barrel, and I didn't learn about Melody's blackmail until after Richard had dumped her for another younger woman. "Mmm...I think something is needing your attention," I heard the lust in Joan's voice. "Or if you like," she said, "I'd be more than happy to take care of it for you."
"Sammy! Come on!" I called out to my son. My eyes zeroed in on the tent in his shorts. I have to admit I was a little proud of my son, if the size of the tent was any indication. However, I made it appear I hadn't notice that hard cock of his. "Well, I know there's not much space, but why don't you set your stuff down and come join us for a swim," I said pointing to the vacant space between the couch and the wall. I'm rather proud of myself for resisting the urge to reach out and grasp my son's hard covered cock. To feel that hot phallus in my hand slowly stroking it, making it purr underneath my touch...sorry, I kind of got carried away there.
"Sure!" my son said a little to eagerly, which caused me to wonder.
"Well, don't take too long, or we might start without you," I said walking towards the door, giving my son a view of my taut ass. I rather enjoyed how that thong bottom separated my ass cheeks, and I hoped my son did too. I spun on my heel as I walked out from under the overhang. Knowing my son didn't know where I placed the clean towels. I hoped he would be changing in the living room when I reentered. Yet I was depraved of seeing my son disrobed. Then I heard a noise coming from the bathroom.
"Samuel!" I screeched as I saw my son stoking that fat yummy cock of his. God. How I just wanted to drop to my knees and take that long thick root into my mouth. To feel it gliding through my lips. Feeling it flinch as my tongue teased its fat head. To moan around its branch as it flooded my mouth with its seed.
"Mom!" my son yelped in surprise. Then it happened. The most glorious event a mother could ever hope for, well that is if those mothers' lust after their sons' like I did and still do. I watched as my son's cum shot out from the tip of his cock, splattering across my breast and stomach.
"Oh god! Oh god!" I said, staring down at how wasteful it was to cover me in it, and that it wasn't in my mouth feeding my lustful need. "I'm so sorry!" I said slamming the door closed. I rested my hands on the lip of the counter as I stared down at my son's cum. I'm not ashamed to say I was drooling as the smell filled my nose. Before I knew it, I was sucking my finger clean of the last drop of Samuel's sweet cum. I knew then as my finger left my lips, I wanted more!
"Oh, come to join us Sammy?" Joan said as my Samuel joined us by the pool. I looked quickly away feeling my cheeks flush as my son looked at me. I could feel his eyes running down my body as I basked in the sun before him. I did truly hope that my body was pleasing to my son. I was a little relieved that he couldn't see how my eyes ravished his body, namely his groin area.
"Yeah, I thought I take a dip before lunch," my son said smiling down at Joan.
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind applying some suntan lotion to my back?" Joan asked as she rolled over. I could see life returning to that lovely appendage as Joan's breasts were squeezed out the sides of her top. "Now you make sure you apply a good layer onto me," Joan said handing him the bottle with her left and while her right untied her top. I tried not to show that I notice that Joan had stuck her hand up my son's shorts. How my jealousy roared that she got to touch my baby when I haven't. "Now don't you forget those thighs need some lotion too," Joan said. Which made me rather annoyed to hear her teasing my baby before me, but I had to play along. As much as I like Joan, she could be rather absent minded about the needs of others when she had set her mind to something. My son caught me looking at Joan jacking him off in front of me.
"T-there all done," my son said. My frustration ran high when I saw him squeezing Joan's ass. How dare he! How dare he do that when I was right there! When my own ass was more than willing to be his squeeze toy!
"Shame and I was starting to enjoy it," Joan said.
"Sam...honey you wouldn't mind doing the same for me, would you?" I asked. I was done watching! I wanted my own feel of that cock of his. I was his mother after all! Shouldn't I be the one that got my son off?! "I don't want to burn in this heat," I said, which was true I do burn easily.
"S-sure Mom," my son said nodding to me. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable," he told me. Yet my eyes narrowed as I saw his cock twitch as Joan, who I could only assume was licking my son's wonderful cum off of her hand.
"We have to do this again Sam," Joan said, "however, next time how about something more hot and wet wrapped around it, hmm?" I heard Joan whisper. I bit my towel that I had been using as a pillow to keep my anger from spilling out as Joan plainly stated she was going to fuck my son. "Excellent. I can't wait," she said as my son reached for the suntan lotion.
"So...how was school? Are you ready for college?" I asked. I wanted to throw him off guard before I went on the offensive. Yet Samuel tried to hide his hard cock from me, yet as I peeked below the rim of my sunglasses, I could see that glorious monster.
"Oh, it was alright," my son said squirting a blob of lotion onto his hand, "as ready as I can be Mom," he said. A curious thought ran through my mind on how he would react if I just rolled over and exposing my naked breasts to him. Would that cock respond to me -- his mother? Would it surge with blood urging him to fuck me? Would it beg me to take that hard phallus into my mouth and devour it whole? So I took my chance to see how my sweet baby boy would respond to me. I needed to know if there was even the slightest chance, he had any thoughts of me in such a manner. While he was distracted with applying the lotion to my bare back. I attacked! Figuratively, of course. How my eyes flared behind my sunglasses as I saw my son's body stilled. God. I haven't felt something so sublime for too damn long. I already knew he put his father to shame from the bathroom incident. But to feel that hard, hot, veiny cock in my hand was something else altogether.
"Relax," I mouthed, "you need this," I said as my hand slowly moved up and down my son's member. I felt so naughty jacking my son off out in the open like that. Yet as I felt his pre-cum coating my hand. I noticed my arousal growing. My hot slickness was awakening like a sleeping dragon after years of deep sleep. Then my eyes went wide as I felt the pads of his fingers brush along my sensitive, swollen, hungry lips. I forced myself not to bite my lip as my juices started to soak into my bottoms, yet that didn't stop my moan from escaping.
Fuck! I needed to cum! And there was only one person I wanted to get me off. So I squeezed his cock hard enough to get his attention. "Don't you cum yet," I whispered low, "you have something else to work," I said lifting my hips slightly. My fingers slid into the side of my bottoms pushing it off to one side exposing my hot wet cunt to my son. "Go on. It's only fair you get me off too," I said, on the verge of begging my son to touch me. "You have done this to a girl before haven't you?" I asked wondering why it was taking him so long. When my son shook his head my lustful demon purred wantonly in my head. However, as I looked into my son's eyes. I knew I couldn't be the one that took his virginity no matter how much I wanted to. However, that didn't stop my smile from showing. "Here. Let mama help you," I said, reaching between my legs taking hold of his greasy hand. My fingers curled around my towel as I took two of his fingers running them through my wet lips. How it felt heavenly when it wasn't my own doing that task. I nodded encouragingly as he slipped two fingers into me.
I nearly squealed in joy. However, that would only draw attention to us, and I was determined to have all the time I could get feeling my son fingering me. Fuck! Damn that boy! He may have been inexperienced, but he did know how to move those fingers.
"Faster!" I mouthed. I wanted him to feel everything my cunt had to offer my son. I wanted him to feel my folds, to feel how they gripped his fingers. Hoping that it would lead to him thinking how his cock would feel deep inside me. Then I thought it couldn't get any more wondrous then it already was. My son had found my g-spot. Something his own father could never do in the long years we were married. "Don't stop!" she growled at him, "I was almost there," I bemoaned. I so wanted to coat those fingers of his in my hot cum. I wanted him to know what it was like to get a woman off. I needed him to see me as my honey pot gripped those wonderful, orgasmic, delightful appendages of his. "Come on baby. Make your mom cum on those fingers," I moaned deep and low. It had been teasing me ever since Samuel sprayed his hot cum all over my chest. Then it happened that glorious event I have waited three long years for. My son. My prefect sweet boy just made his mother cum. How blissful it was too.
"Mom! I'm going to cum!" my son whispered. That was it I wasn't about to allow that cum to go to waste again. No sir! Not this time. I noticed how his eyes were glued to my naked breast as I pushed down the leg of his shorts. This was it, there was no going back now as his hard cock stared up at me. How my mind melted as my lips slid down that hard tool. God! Did his pre-cum taste good. I knew I'd become addicted to it. I am actually. I make sure I get two or three solid protein shots every day. But that's a story for another time. As I rolled my tongue around the crown of his head, my hand working that engorged shaft. I knew I had to get him off quick so not to draw unwanted attention. A primal moan roared in my head as my son shot his hot, sticky, delicious seed into my awaiting mouth.
I know my son said I avoided him for two weeks. It's true I did. But you see after what happened at the pool. I couldn't trust myself around my son. I knew if there was just the slightest chance, I could make that cock hard I was going to ride it. And ride it so damn fucking well that boy would never forget how I made that cock yield to me. Plus I wanted my son to at least have one sexual partner before I made my move. However, when I awoke every morning to head out to open my catering business. I was greeted by that tent all teenage boys sport in the morning. Being the devious woman I am. I couldn't let that wood go to waste. That is just a crime against nature. So every morning before work I would kneel beside my son as he slept and sucked that cock dry. I don't know if he ever caught on, but damn did it fill me with the desire to taste his first load of the day for the rest of my life if he would let me that is.
I rushed home when I should have been heading to the luncheon I should have been setting up for, yet with the new client I had just picked up I'd needed an extra pair of hands. And who better than the man I wanted to spend time with. So when I entered the apartment, I saw the bathroom door closed. I sucked on my lip as I approached that barrier.
"Sam?" I said knocking on the door, cracking it open a little bit. The sight that I saw in that mirror, mmm...what I wanted to do to that boy. I played it off like I couldn't see him just to see what he would do. It was an herculean task not to stare at that cock in the mirror.
"Yeah?" my son said. I watched as he backed up hoping I couldn't see him.
"When you get out, I need ask you something okay?"
"Sure Mom," he said. I took one last peek at my naked wet son before shutting the door. Yet as I paced my living room my eyes flashing over at the clock I couldn't wait. I had to get to that luncheon, and my mind wouldn't let go of the picture of my naked son.
"Sammy?" I said opening the door a little bit wider this time. You have no idea the will it took not to strip my clothes off and climb into that shower with my son. To press my body against his, while I maneuvered his cock to my tight little hole.
"Yeah?" I tried to keep the shock from showing on my face as my son turned towards me. 'Yes! That's it baby jack that cock for mama!' I purred hungrily in my head.
"Listen, I can't wait for you to get out. I hope talking like this is okay with you," I said fighting myself from drooling at the sight.
"Sure Mom. You know I always enjoy talking with you," my son said. Instantly, I felt my cheeks burning at my son's sweet words. Those words just pulled at my heart. How I fought back the joyous tears at my son's sweet, sweet words.
"Umm...a big client just came in and I'm understaffed at the moment. I was hoping that you could help me out tomorrow afternoon?" I asked glancing at the mirror seeing my son's face. I knew that look he was about to cum. 'Do it! Cum for me! Cum thinking about your mother sucking and fucking that cock!' I growled in my head. "Sammy?"
"Sorry Mom, what is it I'll be doing?" my son asked. I had to fight myself to keep my wicked smile from showing.
"Oh, nothing much just carrying around a serving tray of appetizers. The guy that normally does it decided to quit on me yesterday. I know this is you last summer free from the bustle of college, but I do hope you can help me out," I said which was the truth. The fool thought he could get better pay at McDonald's flipping burgers. Now see I normally pay my new hires around ten dollars an hour. Which for my line of work is pretty good considering all they had to do was carry a tray of food around. So when I saw the same guy still working at McDonald's a few years later, I laughed myself silly.
"Sounds easy enough," my son said, "plus I get to spend the night with a beautiful lady." My hand flew to my mouth. I couldn't believe my son just called me beautiful. I know I am, but to hear it from the man that I've lusted for, for three years now. I nearly broke down in tears. I knew I was red faced just standing there like a fool.
"Well...I'll bring a couple of uniforms home and see which ones fit you. Thank you, Samuel, you don't know how much this helps me," I said trying to gather my voice. God. I hoped my son couldn't hear how my voice was quivering.
"Mom!"
"Yes?" I said looking at my son in the mirror. God. I wanted to fucking suck that cock so bad.
"It's never a problem helping out my beautiful mother. If you need me to help out with the bigger events while I'm here. I'm more then glad to," my son said. I kept my predatory hunger from showing as I watched rope after rope of my son's cum striking the shower door. I had to leave. I needed to clear my head. If I didn't, I knew I'd would have pulled my pants down and bending myself over the sink and beg my son to fuck me and fuck me hard!
I pulled behind a store before I got to the factory the luncheon was being held at. I had to quench my aching pussy. Fuck. God. I never knew I could be so fucking wet. I prayed no one would see me there with my pants around my knees as my hand moved feverishly in my underwear.
"Oh Sammy!" I cried out as my fingers plunged in and out of my wet cunt. "Yes baby! Fuck your horny mother!" my chest heaved as my sex resounded in the interior of my car. "Give me that juicy cock you so lewdly play with!" I moaned as I rolled my clit. "Oh baby! You're going to make your fucking mother cum!" I screamed out as my juices flooded my panties. "Mmm...Sammy, when I get my hands on you. You're not going to know what hit you," I mused as I licked my fingers clean.
"Sammy! Come help me with the stuff in the car," I said sticking my head into my apartment when I got home from work that day.
"Okay," my son said tossing the remote onto the cushion beside him. I had to change out of the pants I normally wore for work when one of the fools at that factory thought to hit on me only to spill glasses of tea, we had setup all over me. Not only did I turned down that man very vocally, but I had to rush to one of their bathrooms to change into a spare pair of pants I kept in my car just in case. Which turned out to be the pair that really showed off my ass. Again once the man saw that it took his boss to intervene when he simply wouldn't take no for an answer. In my mind no man could or will ever compare to my son.
"Grab those," I said pointing to the uniforms hanging behind the passenger seat. "I brought some food home. I thought you might like to taste what I normally make for these things."
"Mom," my son said opening the car door, "if it's anything like what you normally make then I know it be delicious." Boy, did he know how to make me blush like a fool. I didn't know what to say as I reached in for the tray of food, I had brought home for him.
"Come on. I want to see how they look on you before you eat," I said shyly brushing back her hair. "Now, you go in there and change," I said pointing to my room. How I wished he and I would share it. To have our smells of sex permeating the very walls of my apartment.
"Can I come in yet?" I asked through the door.
"Sure, I'm decent." My son said, I moved him to directly underneath the overhead light. My hands ran down his arm seeing were the cuff ended. Then I moved to stand before my son, I could feel my slickness running down my canal as I explored my son's chest very slowly. Then I moved down the legs of his pants. While I may be a horny little bitch at that moment, I had to make sure my son looked professional. However, that didn't mean I wasn't going to have a touch of that fine cock either. I nearly moaned out load as I grabbed handfuls of my son's ass. Mmm...that taut ass to this day it still makes my mouth water.
"This will do," I whispered into his ear pressing my breasts into his back, "why don't you change out of this and hang it in my closet. Leave the others on the bed I'll take care of them after dinner," I said, reaching around undoing the button and lowered his zipper. I could feel that bulge in his underwear. It was a fierce battle of my motherly nature and my sexual demons to not toss my son onto my bed and fuck him silly. "Forget the shirt come and eat," I said giggling sticking my head into my room.
"Mom, this is amazing!" my son said as he bit into one of the barbeque sliders, "you made this for tomorrow?"
"No," I said shaking my head, "tomorrow night is a more upscale kind of event," she said wrinkling her nose. "This is from a job we had catering a luncheon at this factory downtown today," I said, my eyes just wouldn't leave my son's bare chest. "Try the blueberry cheesecake mini muffins baby," I said leaning on my elbow as I stared dreamily at my son, "when I came home, I was on my way to meet the van there," I said as he popped the muffin into his mouth. "Does my baby like them?" I asked my eyes flashed devilishly as he nodded.
"Good. I'll remember to bring some home when we make them again," I said reaching over. My fingertips skimmed along the back of his hand as I continued to watch Samuel eat. I could feel the air in the apartment changing as I continued to look upon my son in a loving light.
"Aren't you going to have some Mom?" he asked.
"No sweetheart, I ate at work. A benefit of owning your own catering company, you get the privilege of having some of the best chiefs make you dinner," I said smiling sweetly at him.
"Mom, if this is the kind of food you and your chiefs are making. I kind of wonder how you keep yourself looking..."
"What?" I asked perking up in my seat. "Come on Samuel. Tell me!" I had to know. I had to hear the words from his own lips. I hoped it was what in hoped it would be, because I don't know how long I could keep myself from fucking him. Every day it was getting tougher and tougher to resist the urges to take my son as my lover. Even while I watched my son eat, I've already thought of a dozen ways he could have fucked me all over my kitchen.
"S-sexy."
"Oh!" I said my eyes darting to and fro, "You..." I said clearing her throat, "think I'm sexy?"
"Yes," my son said, "Mom," he said taking hold of my left hand. "There isn't many women that can compare to the natural beauty that you hold. It took Dad paying for half of Melody's implants to get a fraction of what you are." Oh god! How my heart melted at those words. While I might hate that woman, but she is rather attractive -- in the pinup kind of way if you're into that. To think my son thought I was more sexy then that plastic infused woman. That was it, I was going to fuck my son tonight. I didn't care anymore if he was a virgin or not. I was going to make my son mine, all mine!
"Oh, Sammy!" I said launching herself off of my seat. I didn't mean for my sudden launching myself at him to propel us into the refrigerator. "Come let's watch a movie," I whispered low into his ear. I felt my chest tightening, my breathe quickening as I felt that wonderful bulge pressing against me.
I was glad I had the landlord install dimmer lights in my place as I lowered the lights in the living room. I played aloof like I didn't see the outline of that hard cock of his. I bent at my hips knowing how my jeans showed off my ass. I wondered how Samuel's cock would respond seeing my ass stretching my jeans taut. Would that delicious cock swell with blood? Would it throb painfully begging for release? Would it leak out that pre-cum wanting it to be slurped up? I hid my smirk as I turned seeing my throw pillow hiding my son's erection. Little did he know soon that cock was going to be firmly planted in my swollen cunt. I knew how the light of the TV was playing across my body. I wanted my son to see me as a woman and not the mother that raised him since birth.
So there we were sitting beside one another enjoying one of my favorite movies. I tried to contain my giddiness. But as the movie played on, I felt like I was a teenager all over again. How could a woman not feel that way when the very man she loves was beside her? So as my son's arm rested between my breasts, I could feel the need to make him mine growing by the second. I don't know if my son had any experience in kissing, it was obvious that he didn't have any in sex. How my little demon grinned madly at the fact I was going to teach him so many things. I breathed softly on his neck to draw Samuel's gaze to me. I knew my eyes were burning in my unbridled hunger. I had forgotten all about the movie by then as those lips of his called to me. Inch by inch my lips drew closer to his. My nerves were on fire as our lips embraced, then my desire overrode my gentleness. My tongue dove into his mouth. I had, no, I needed to feel the warmth of his mouth. I needed to taste my son. That one desire burned brightly in my mind.
"Samuel?" I asked breathlessly coming up for air, "do you really think I'm sexy?" I just couldn't get enough of tasting those lips of his.
"Without a doubt."
"Take off your shorts Samuel," I commanded. The pillow he had been using for cover went flying. When I saw the taut peak my eyes visually devoured my son's cock. "Oh baby, did you get this hard because of me?" I asked after Samuel had pushed his shorts down.
"Y-yes," he said, "I've been like this since before the movie." My eyes went wide in shock. 'That couldn't be right,' I thought to myself looking at the clock then back to his cock. No man I have ever known has ever kept it up that long. If that was true, I wonder what delights that cock could bring me if he could keep his hard-on for so long.
"Baby, that was over two hours ago? Are you sure you've been this hard for that long?" I asked praying that it was true.
"Mom, have you looked at yourself? You're fu...hot!"
"Say it baby!" I said my hand rubbed his inner thigh counting the seconds that hard tool was going to be mine.
"You're fucking hot! It took everything I had not maul you."
"Do you want to fuck me with this cock, Samuel?" I cooed reach over running my fingertips up the back of my son's cock before wrapping my hand around it. "Do you want your mother to ride you right here on this couch?" I asked this was it the moment of truth.
"Yes, that's all I've been thinking of since the pool. But every time I tried to bring it up you went and hid in your room."
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," I said leaning forward kissing him passionately, "Here. Let your hot mother take care of this naughty cock." Finally, I'll would able to openly suck my son's cock.
"Oh god! Mom! Yes...," my son moaned. How delicious that cock tasted, how my tongue lavished that steely rod with sweet licks. You know that tosstie roll pop commercial with the owl? I could hear it's voice in the back of my mind asking me how many licks would it take to make my son cum. It was an intriguing question that I was determined to find out.
"I take it my baby likes it when his mother sucks his cock, hmm?" I asked as his cock left my lips in a loud pop. How I teased his head as I rubbed it along my lips.
"Fuck yes!"
"Good. Then you wouldn't mind pleasing me as well?" I asked rising up from his lap. I gasped out loud as my son kissed up my stomach as I took my shirt off. "Mmmhmm," I moaned as he palmed my breasts through my bra. "Here baby," I said unhooking my bra. "Yes! Suck mama's tits!" I moaned as I held my son's head against my chest. Remembering when he was a baby suckling on my breasts. I never told anyone this, well except now you dear reader, that when I breastfed my son, he always made me cum. I don't know why. Maybe it was because Richard never cared for me in such a manner, or it was because deep down I knew he was the one I was meant for. "Sam, while I would love to bear your love marks," I said my chest heaving, "I need you to do something for me. That no one but you my sweet handsome son can do for his mother."
"I'll do whatever it is to make you happy Mom."
"I'd hoped you would say that," I said with a broad smile, "I need you to eat me, son. What is a mother to do with such a loving son?" I cooed as I slipped off the couch. God. The way my son was looking at me, mmm. I knew then he loved me, not as his mother but as a woman. The fact that I was about to fuck him might have played a role in it. "Lay down on the couch Samuel," I ordered. I smirked as that cock twitched approving of my naked cunt greeting it. "Now Sam you don't have to do much just taste your mother okay," I said as I positioned my mound over my son's mouth. "So how does my pussy look baby?"
"Perfect."
"Oh baby, you say the most sweetest things. Now fucking eat your mother," I giggled as I smothered my son's mouth with my pussy. "Oh fuck! Yes, suck on that clit," I begged. "Hmm...something has been very patient hasn't it?" I said leaning forward grasping the root of my son's branch. "Baby, if you have to cum it's okay. Mama will drink down your seed," I said rubbing her lips down the side of his cock.
"Ok...ay."
"Oh fuck! Yes baby! Lick mama's pussy! Just like that!" I moaned as my son's tongue separated my wet labia. God. That one act felt so damn blissful after all that time just dreaming of what it would feel like. "Oh god! Oh god! Yes, Samuel, right there, harder baby!" I urged my son on.
"M..m I..m g...ng t... c...m."
"Do it baby!" I said before returning that cock back to my mouth. My eyes fluttered, my hunger roared as my son's cum exploded in my mouth. "Mmm," I purred tilting my head back. "God, your cum taste sublime baby. Do you think you can get it up again?" I asked looking down between my legs. Noticing how my juices were covering Samuel's face. In my opinion that is how it should always be. He did look rather handsome coated in my hot cum.
"For you Mom always," my son said with this huge grin.
"You're so going to have your brains fucked out of you," I said, positioning myself over his hips as my hand worked to get that cock hard again. My blasted phone chose the prefect time to interrupt this wondrous event. "Fuck!" I growled reaching for my phone, "Yeah, who is it?!" I growled into the receiver. As I have said I do hate that thing sometimes.
"Hey Maurice, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"
"Oh hey Joan, a little bit," I said placing my finger over Samuel's lips. I didn't want Joan to know I was about to fuck my son. No matter if she knew my dirty secret, I didn't want to share this with anyone other than my son and I.
"Oh, I'm sorry but I wouldn't have called but my car won't start; and I rather not wait for the tow truck alone at this time of the night."
"Alright, where are you?" I sighed looking forlorn at that reignited cock.
"I just got off of work. So I locked myself in my car."
"Okay, text me the address and I'll be there as fast as I can," I said ending their call, "I'm sorry baby to just leave you like this," I said giving that cock one last loving touch.
"Mom, it's okay. I totally understand. Joan is a nice lady I would hate for something to happen to her. Plus you did get off..."
"Oh, my sweet boy, of course, I did," I said smiling down at him, "the evidence of my cum is all over your face," I giggled before bending down kissing those soft lips of his. "Sam, you can sleep in my bed if you want. Then again you might like feeling my ass pressed against that cock in the morning," I teased him as I got dressed.
"You so know it Mom!"
"What am I to do with you," I chuckled shaking my head pocketing my car keys and slinging my purse over my shoulder.
"Fucking me is probably the only course of action you have left," my son said with a devilish smirk. I was a little shocked to say the least by his words. I never thought my son would speak so candidly. Yet I did like his forwardness. Yes, he was becoming the man that wanted me as his woman. How I hated Joan at that moment for taking me away from him, yet she was my friend and I knew she feared being alone this late at night given what her husband constantly did to her.
"Oh, that my dear boy is on the to do list. I'll try to be back as fast as I can, but I don't know exactly where her work is. So you go ahead and wash up and climb into bed. If I'm back in time we'll finish were I left off if not there is always tomorrow," I said blowing Samuel a kiss before closing the door.
For an hour I laid there feeling my son's hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks. It was eleven o'clock when I got home, and Samuel was already asleep. I couldn't bring myself to awaken that sweet face of his. So I strapped off my clothes and climbed into my...our bed I mean. I knew soon that he and I will soon be more than mother and son. But hey I can be hopefully, can't I? How good to finally feel a man, a real man behind me. To know that cock that is currently pressing against me responded to me. That it and its owner wanted to fuck me, to make me his and only his.
"Mmm...morning baby," I said faking that I had just woken up, reaching up softly stroking Samuel's check, "I feel something definitely is awake this morning. Fuck! Is that the time! Shit!" I yelled I had totally forgotten about the time too caught up feeling his cock against me. "Here," I said tossing him a pair of my clean thongs, "pick one and wrap it around that cock and cum in it. I want to feel my son's cum against my pussy all throughout the day since I don't have time to properly take care it now. So," I said clawing along the bed towards him. "Make sure it's a nice big juicy load sweetheart," I purred as I ran my hand up the length cock. I know what some you are thinking. Have I become so deprived that I would act so slutty? Probably. However, this is my son we're talking about, so what if I was slutty and rather horny for my son? He was and is the man I wanted to spend every waking second with. Now tell me wouldn't you give anything to have someone feel that way about you dear reader? So what if it was your own parent. Then wouldn't you cherish that special relationship between the two of you?
"Sure thing Mom," my son said not waiting for me to get off the bed before whipping out that fat cock of his.
"God, I can't wait to sit on this," I cooed lovingly watching as he wrapped my underwear around his cock, "I'll try to hurry so that cum is nice and warm after my shower," I said winking at my son before scurrying off the bed. How my hands wanted to touch myself while I washed myself. Yet I knew if I did that then that sweet cum would be cold by the time I got out.
"Oh Mom!" I heard my son cry out. 'Yes, baby soon you're going to be saying that a lot when you overflow my womb with your cum,' I thought to myself as I gave myself a quick wipe down.
"Are they ready to wear?" I asked walking into my room unwrapping the towel from my body, dropping it onto the floor presenting my naked body to my sweet baby boy. I wondered what was going through his mind. I have a question for you dear reader. If your own mother stood before you like I was doing what would've been your response? That is if you're a male that has found this story, then again what if you're a woman and in to the same sex. Because I was quite curious and still am actually. But I digress.
"Yep, see," my son said rolling off our soon to be communal bed.
"I can't have this going to waste," I said inhaling Samuel's cock to the root, sucking off that last drop of cum. I so can't get enough of it. I don't know why. It's just so addicting to me.
"Fuck Mom! I love how you do that," he moaned goosebumps ran along my skin as I felt my son's hands on me.
"You think that's something, wait until you're hilt deep inside me baby," I said winking at him before my tongue probed his mouth in our passionate kiss, "oh my, that is a nice big load," I cooed happily as I looked down at that spilt load before slipping on the underwear. Making my son watch as I wiggled my hips making sure he saw how that thong contoured to my mound. "Mmm...yes, I can feel that goo touching my lips. Now you go back to sleep I'll wake you long before you need to be ready," I said kissing Samuel on last time before I hurriedly got ready for work.
When the time came for me to head home to pick up my son. I entered my apartment as quietly as I could. Knowing my Samuel I would be granted to a special treat. I wasn't wrong either. I'm not ashamed to say there was definitely a wicked grin on my face as I stared at that tent. Ever so carefully I pulled the covers down. I didn't want my son waking up just yet. I wanted him to see what he was going to be getting every day when he came to, and what better way to greet the man you love then sucking his cock until he woke up. I mean how many men can say no to that, hmm? Plus, well, you know I am addicted to his cum and I needed another fix.
"Mmm...fuck," my son moaned, "Mom, does your son's cock taste good?"
"Mmmhmm," I agreed as I bobbed wildly on my son's cock. God. I couldn't wait to see how my pussy juice would taste like on it, as I cleaned off my son's cock after he had released his load deep inside my naughty cunt.
"Do we have time...to you know?" he asked. I shook my head even sucking him off was pushing what time we had to spare. "Fuck Mom. I'm sorry it just felt so good when you did that."
"Don't apologize baby," I said after my gagging had subsided, "I've gotten use to your unexpected eruptions," I said impishly. "Come on. Get dressed we need to get to the shop and pack the van," I said smirking at that dumbfounded look on my son's face as I crawled off the bed.
I tried not to show that my eyes were always watching my son as they packed the catering van. Yet I did see that Samuel caught me staring at him when no one was around. How that boy just made my heart flutter and my body melt. I knew then I was his regardless if we became a couple or not. No man would ever come to play a role in my life as my Samuel has. I knew I would never take another man to bed even if he drifted away from me. If this was the only time we would have as lovers, then I would live the rest of my life thinking of these fleeting moments.
As my son has stated I don't normally drive my own car to these things unless circumstances require it. However, I didn't want to be crammed into that tight space of the van and not be able to touch my son to my heart's content; nor did I want my employees to know how deprived I had become when it came to my Sammy. How I teased that boy through his pants while I played with his cock. How I wished I could just pull off somewhere and take care of it. While I'm not one to have sex in a car, unless the person I'm with is deserving of such an act; and my Sammy was definitely deserving of seeing his mother riding that cock of his in the backseat of my car. Yet as I drew closer to Richard's law firm, I had to pull my hand away from my son.
As the elevator doors rolled open my eyes narrowed as Melody stood before us. I didn't think she would have been there. Then again this is Richard we are talking about, I remember the times he had forced me to attend those dreadful things. In his mind I was only arm candy and only meant to be shown off to his clients. Every time I felt used and dirty by the end of the parties given how the men would stare at me. There were a few times some of them got a little too friendly. How Richard would just laugh as those men pawed at me, some of them went home with a few broken noses. Hey, I might be a woman, that doesn't mean I'll let anyone touch my goods, except of course, Samuel. He can touch any and every which way he wants...sorry, I kind of got lost in myself for a bit.
"Maurice, Richard wanted me to show you where you can setup," Melody said kindly to me which automatically put me on guard.
"Okay," I said a little perturbed. I held the elevator door open as my workers pushed and carried the trays and items we would need. As Melody led us through the building nothing much had changed since the last time I was there. I wasn't surprised when Richard wanted us to setup in the secondary conference room. To Richard it was the best place to keep the help from being seen until we were needed. "Samuel, will you help Dale and Grace to bring up the rest, while I make sure everything is ready?" I asked as I directed Jill on how I wanted the setup to look. No matter if I was hired by my ex-husband, I was going to make sure this looked as professional as I could. You never know what could come from a great presentation. In truth. After that night I gained ten new clients and a regular monthly standing catering order with Richard's firm. If they had something special going on, I might be asked to do two or three orders for them in the same month. I'm not ashamed to say I did enjoy taking his money and let me tell you it's a lot of money. Enough money to where I could straight out buy a small home just for me and Sammy, Joan was always welcome but that's another tale for another time.
"Of course," he said still holding the tray of mini quiches. I couldn't let anyone see that beautiful cock of his. So I reached underneath the tray moving his cock to a less noticeable position. "Thank you," he mouthed. Which produced a sneaky smile I was always willing to touch his rod, if it was in public it just made me rather horny and naughty. How I wished I could tell my son to bend me over one of the folding tables and spank my naughty ass. (Sigh), I am a naughty bitch when it comes to Samuel so sue me. So as I went about directing my employees, I caught my son staring at me from the corner of my eye. I so hoped the reddening of my cheeks weren't that noticeable.
"Samuel," Melody said from the doorway, "Your father would like to talk with you."
"It's okay," I nodded, "you won't be needed until the party starts, just make sure you're here five minutes before it does okay." Which was true as much as I love my son, he was all thumbs when it came to table setting. Plus I rather stare at my son then see him stumbling about trying to make the table appear as I want it.
"Sure," he said. I had to keep myself from drooling as I stared at my son's ass. How I just want to take a bite of that cute little ass of his.
As the party got under way, I lost track of my baby. I was too focused on making sure the guest loved the food me and my workers rushed to prepare for this event. However, the times I did see my son how my pride swelled as he came back time and time again to refill his tray. As much as I wanted to ravish him in loving kisses, yet I was relegated to offer him a simple smile. Now whenever Samuel was gone I and my female workers and a few of my male ones were subjected to drunken pick-up lines. However, at least they knew when to take no for an answer unlike that man from yesterday. I knew some of them were thinking about taking some of those cute men up on their offers. I, however, already had what I wanted; and no amount of sweet talking will ever make me stray from my son. Unless my Sammy is into that kind of thing. I don't really know, I'll have to ask him one of these days, don't you think? Hmm, to be double penetrated by two men it is an intriguing thought. Now I'm not a stranger to it. I make Samuel do it all the time when I want him up my ass. Yet it's with a dildo so he can prepare my anus for that big cock of his. Now the first time I asked him to do it for me. He got a big surprise when I spurted all over him. You should have seen that boy's face. It was hilarious! Now twice a week Samuel fucks my ass so well I'm normally left laying on our bed looking like a mad grinning fool. So back to the story.
"Where have you been?!" I asked when Samuel returned back to the conference room, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked pulling him off to the side as the others started to pack up the empty trays. At this point in time I didn't know about how he had just fucked Melody in his father's office, nor did I know how that conniving slut was blackmailing my sweet baby. I didn't learn that until I read his story. How my son raced after me as I drove across town to beat the living shit out of that woman. He had to put me over his shoulder from killing that woman. I learned soon after that Melody had skipped town to where I don't know. However, if she has any brains in that head of hers, she won't ever show her face again.
"Nothing," he said looking away. Yet I knew it was a lie.
"Look at me!" I said pulling his chin towards me, "tell me what's wrong Samuel?"
"Dad wants me to come over and spend the weekend there. When all I want to do is be with you," he said. I knew that wasn't all of it, but I didn't push my son maybe I should have. Maybe then he wouldn't have gone for three years fucking that woman. I'm just glad he was smart enough to wear a condom we he was forced to.
"Oh Sam," I said, "go help the others load up." How I wanted to tell him everything then and there. But I couldn't without the whole world knowing how so in love I am with my son. I just wanted to take him in my arms and plant the must lewd filled kiss on those lips of his.
"Sam, did you really mean that you wish to be with me? I'm your mom. While yes, I do want to fuck you, so much right now you wouldn't believe," I moaned loudly pressing my head against the head rest of my seat as we sat at a red light. I didn't tell him how I played with myself thinking of him plunging that yummy cock in and out of my aching pussy just a few inches away from him; or the other numerous dirty, hot, sinful things my mind has made him do to my body. "But what you're asking for is crazy!"
"Then call me crazy for wanting the hottest woman in town," he said grinning madly at me, "is that so wrong to want to be with you like that?"
"Oh baby, no it isn't," I said looking over at him, "do you really want an old woman as your girlfriend?" How I had to keep myself from scream out "Yes! Finally!" Now that I knew he wanted me as his lover I so was going to show him things his father could never make me do for him. But that's a story for another time.
"One you're not old. Ms. Atwater is old. You look like you're still in your twenties, given how well you have took care of..." I not ashamed at how I assaulted those lips of his. I couldn't wait to get my son home to maybe, hopefully break my bed. Hey, a girl can dream can't she?
"Well, I know how to shut you up now. Something I'll probably find very pleasing." Which is true I have won many an argument sucking on that tongue of his.
"Okay, I'm go take a shower," I said as we entered the apartment, "Oh, and Sammy?" I said turned towards him letting my unbuttoned shirt fall open letting my son gaze at my bra covered breasts.
"Yeah?"
"No peaking," I chuckled, "and no touching yourself I want every ounce of your cum," I purred like a kitten as I caressed his cock through his pants. I knew my son was waiting patiently out in the living room as I took my time in the shower. Yet I wanted to make sure every part of me was as smooth as possible for when my womanhood would feel my son's kiss. How that gapping mouth of his as I walked out nude made my lustful demon purr like mad. "I left you some hot water if you need a shower," I smirked walking into my bedroom keeping my back to him, reaching back giving my taut little ass a smack just to tease that hard cock. As I heard the bathroom door close forcefully, I chuckled softly at my son's current predicament, while I stood before my dresser. My hand taking hold of the brass handle of the drawer that has seen far less use then I would have like. However, now that Samuel was about to be mine, I hoped it would get more use over the coming days.
"Samuel! Will you please come in here?" I called out to him as I heard the bathroom door open. How the grin on my face must have look like the Cheshire cat, as I knelt on my bed in the lilac colored panties I had bought a few years ago in the attempts to find that connection. How my demon roared in victory as my son just stood there in a daze. "So does my body please you baby?" I asked he was a loss for words, yet his cock answered for him. "Then come," I said beckoning Samuel to me, "and take this woman you find so sexy," I said grinning madly, as he tossed his towel across the room. I kept my offer to help to myself as he fumbled around with the hooks of my bra. I knew he had to do it for himself. How else is my sweet baby going to learn how to take off his naughty mother's bra if I always did for him? So I just enjoyed the moment that finally my son was mine. "Oh Samuel!" I moaned as his tongue rolled along my nipple. As I have said before I do get off when he sucks on my breasts, and at that moment my dear Samuel was making it so hard not to when the fun hadn't even begun yet.
I released a little squeak as I came while Samuel lowered me down to the bed. How I've longed for this moment. When my panties went flying over my son's shoulder, I knew this was the moment that was going to change our lives forever.
"Mmm...fuck yes!" I screamed out as my son's tongue parted my lips. "Oh god! Samuel, yes suck on your mother's clit. Suck it hard baby!" I demanded hungrily. "Oh god!" I screamed out as my second orgasm flooded my canal. I wanted more! I've come this far, and I still wasn't satisfied. My years of fantasizing about my son demanded that this shall not be the end of things. It demanded something hard and hot thrusting it's offering into my wet hole. "Fuck yes! Samuel!" I screamed holding his head to against my hot box. My nails scraped along Samuels scalp as I felt him slurping down my hot juices. God. No man has ever done that. They always expect me to swallow their loads yet can't take the time to drink down mine. I find that rather hypothetical, don't you? Samuel showed no signs that he was going to stop anytime soon. How I loved him for it. "Stop! You got to stop!" I said, "I can't catch my breath," I said smiling down at him as my third climax had ran its course.
"Have I done something wrong?"
"Oh Samuel," I said beckoning him to my lips, "you've done everything right," I said flicking my tongue out tasting my juice on his lips. "Now, I think it's my turn to show you what I do for my man," I said rolling Samuel over onto his back. I leaned over my sweet adorable son, my eyes roaming over his body. I wanted to make sure I captured every second of this to memory so that in the years to come I could look back at this wondrous event; and know I made the right choice finally in taking the one good man in my life as my lover. I loved the taste of his skin on my lips as I kissed down his chest. As his cock dragged up my body how it heated the core of my being. I knew I had a track mark of his pre-cum marring my chest as I posed myself over his cock. I didn't care it felt like that my baby had marked me as his. I gave that steel rod one last loving look before I devoured it hungrily. I put everything I had into that blow job. Just to show my Sammy what I did for my man and will always do for him. Licking each and every way I knew how to, sucking on that bulbous head with a fury lapping up his pre-cum as it oozed out the tip of his cock.
"Oh Mom!" my son cried out, "if you keep going, I'm going to cum."
"Not yet!" I growled, "this cock needs to be reacquainted with my pussy," I said staring down at him before lowering myself onto Samuel's steel rod. "You like the feel of that hot pussy don't you baby?" To me well that cock felt exquisite lodged deep with my cunt.
"Fuck! Mom, you're so...tight," he said grabbing onto my thighs as I slowly rose and fell the first few strokes so my hot cunt could get acquainted with his size. Then once my folds had memorized every inch of my son's cock. Then there was no stopping me, I leaned forward pressing my hands on his chest for support as I slammed my hips down rapidly. I finally had the cock I have dreamt of all the years and I wanted to come so badly on it.
"You like mama's pussy don't you baby? You like how it glides along that thick root of yours, hmm? Now Samuel don't you cum okay, try to work on your stamina," I said all the while you could hear how my juices were resounding with every thrust of my hips. I knew my baby boy was cover in it as it should be.
"Okay Mom. I'll try, but it feels so damn good," he said biting his lip trying to hold back the tide.
"So does that mean you'll always fuck me?" I asked wantonly feeling the fire in my womb building to its boiling point.
"Of course! Do you know how insane I'd have to be to pass up the chance to be with you?" he asked with this mischievous smile. I simply giggled at his remark. It does feel good to finally hear that someone wants you and only you. I hungrily ate my fill of his lips as my hips rocked rapidly gliding along that wonderful tool. I knew if Samuel could just feel me cum on that delicious cock he'll be lost in ecstasy.
"Oh Samuel! You're going to make me cum baby! Please, give it to me, pound your cock into me. Make my pussy realize it belongs to you," I begged like a harlot I'm not ashamed to say. The high pitched squeal that followed as my son hammered his cock into me, and the howls of pleasure that followed should undoubtedly make it realize who it belonged to now.
"Mom?" he asked as my body quaked.
"Y-yes," I said weakly struggling to draw breath, yet Samuel was hitting spots that not even my dildo dared to go.
"What's your favorite position?" he said as he slowly kept the rhythm as he rode out my orgasm.
"Doggy," I said, in truth, it is. I just love the way my ass bounces with each thrust, and the strong hands gripping my hips as my lover thrusts that cock deep into my ravenous cunt.
"Can we do that Mom? I want you to be satisfied in every way. I've known for a while now about everything Dad has put you through. I want to at least try and take all that away if only for a short while."
"Baby? What are you trying to say?" I asked hoping what I thought it was. If those red cheeks of his were any indication.
"Mom. I love you. There isn't another woman I want to be with." My heart stopped for a moment thinking this was just another lustful dream of mine. My son, my beautiful baby boy, could not have just said the words I have longed to hear for so many years.
"Oh Samuel!" I said, tears started to gather in the corners of my eyes as my lower lip trembled.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked I could tell he was confused by my response.
"Nothing is wrong sweetheart, I just never thought I would ever hear you speak those sweet words," I said my voice quaking in joy, "you don't know how long I've waited for this moment. To be here like this with you, to share this closeness." Yes, I said all that while my son was still hilt deep inside of me. "If my son, no, if my lover wants to take me from behind then he better pound my ass like owns it," I said hovering over him as my tears glistened in my eyes.
"Oh, there's nothing in this world that can stop me from doing just that," he said running his hand up my thighs, along my ass, then the sides of my chest.
I moved the foot of the bed, so my son would have plenty of room to move around should he need it. My ass almost hanging off the bed as I knelt there buried face first into my mattress eagerly awaiting my son. I peeked out of the corner of my eye as I watched Samuel walk around the bed. I don't know why I was so nervous then. Was it because this was my son, or was it because of the words he had said that his father rarely spoke? Was it because I finally felt like I mattered to someone? I can't say yet I wouldn't change a thing.
"Mom, I have to say, you do have one great ass you know that?" God. That boy is such a charmer. I buried my face deep to hide my deep crimson hued cheeks.
"Fuck! Samuel! Yes, harder baby, give it to your mother!" I howled as he thrust hard into my wet dripping box. "Oh god!" I simply melted into a pool of jelly at that moment as I felt that balls slapping my clit. "God you're so deep baby!" I squealed beating my shins against the bed. Not that I'm complaining far from it. I can see why Joan is always over at our place. If she had a well hung son that I could ride daily. I might just be over at her place taking delight in her son. I wonder if Samuel would be opposed if Joan came to live with us. It's something I'll have to think about. Then that dreadful phone made its way into our love making.
"Put me on speaker," Joan said when she heard my heavy breathing.
"Okay."
"Sammy!" I felt him still as Joan's voice filled my bedroom.
"Y-yeah," he said nervousness creeping into his voice.
"You better fuck your mom good you hear me! I want to feel my floor vibrate with her moans, or I'll come down there and join you and teach you how to please a woman," Joan threatened teasingly.
"You heard her baby fuck me hard!" I said keeping the phone on sliding it across the bed. "Yes! Spank that ass baby!" I moaned as my son's hand struck my ass. My fingers curled around the comforter as Samuel pounded that cock into me.
"Yes, that's it Sammy fuck that pussy!" Joan moaned over the line.
"J-Joan, a...re you t-touching yourself?" I asked all the while trying not to moan like a banshee.
"Mmmhmm."
"W-well, Samuel, make us both come baby," I begged as that root stirred my womanhood like no man or dildo before him.
"G-god Mom, I can't hold it back any more," my son moaned I felt the twitching of his cock in my soaked canal. I knew he was about to come, and I hoped it was a big one too.
"Yes baby! Cum inside that pussy!" I purred slamming back against that thick branch of his. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my hair was glued to my forehead as my baby's sperm flooded my womb. I knew this was only just the beginning.
The End.
Epilogue
It has been three years since that blissful summer night when I finally took my son as my lover. Since then my baby has excelled in his classes at his college. I had talked him into staying with me during his tenure. (Although it was an hour away by train.) Samuel didn't care he was just glad to be with someone that actually cared for him. When I wasn't working, I would wait eagerly for my son to return home to fuck me silly. Which I'm proud to say he never brushed my needs off like his father always did. Since Joan had been there that night, I always found it amusing to torment her when she was at work with our love making, in a friendly manner, of course. She would do the same when she and my Sammy had the same day off. I'm sure some of our work suffered for it but damn how naughty was it to hear my baby fucking another woman. Granted at first, I didn't like sharing, but Joan had somehow worked her way into our lives. Not that I'm complaining. Joan has had a rather tough time in her life and to see that genuine smile on her lips and not the fake one she displays for the world. How could I push her away? So one day Joan called me up to her apartment, this was before I had moved us out into the suburbs. Where we...well I think I'll keep that to myself.
"What is it Joan?" I asked as I entered her apartment.
"Come have a look," she said waving me over to her computer with this broad smile on her face.
"Okay, what am I supposed to be looking at?"
"I found this secret thread on this website called Literotica," she said giving me a knowing wink, "you remember what you mentioned a few weeks ago?" Of course, I remembered how could I not. I had been contemplating on what it would be like to be married to my own son. We already lived like a married couple granted with some odd taste, but nonetheless, a married couple. "Well, I think this will solve your dilemma," she said her finger tapping the screen. As I read down the screen, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was an actual pastor out there that was willing to marry mother-sons', father-daughters' and siblings' to one another. In his eyes everyone deserved to be happy regardless what society thought. For a small price of the license and his fee he could hold the wedding in a very discrete location all I needed was a witness, and I couldn't think of anyone other than Joan that deserved to be there with us. I won't go into detail where actually his place is. That would be wrong when he gave me and Samuel the most beautiful wedding ceremony I have ever been to. So that night while I waited for Samuel to get out of the shower, so I could make love to my husband. I sneaked Joan into our room.
"Samuel! Husband, will you please come here and make love to your wife," I called out as I heard the shower stop. The look on my son's face as Joan and I knelt naked on the bed in each other's arms was priceless. "Come husband," I purred as we presented our ass to him.