Fucking My Mother

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This one has been laying around for some time. It’s a grim story about lost dreams and hopes. However, as always, there is redemption in the end.

***

As rain battered the grimy windows and lightening streaked the sky, I could feel the spasms in mom’s sloppy pussy. With the experience born of months of practice, I could tell she was close to cumming. Her eyes were screwed tight, her legs wrapped around my back squeezed me as her pussy began the rhythmic contractions that signaled her orgasm.

“Harder baby! Fuck me harder! Oh god! I’m close, so close!”

“Come on, mom! Come for me!”

***

There was little chance of me cumming. With brief respites, mom and I fucked all day. It started after breakfast. Mom was clearing the table. She wore her usual ratty button up the front cotton housecoat. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and cupped her big jugs. She protested, as she always does. I placed my hand in her back and her bent over the sink.

Mom looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “You treat your mother just like a whore. You never ask.”

“You’re not a whore! You are my mother and the best piece of ass in town.”

I threw her housecoat up on her back. I held my cock and slid it up and down her swollen cunt lips a few times. As usual, mom was dripping wet. I groaned as my cock entered her sopping wet pussy. I had not exaggerated. Mother’s pussy was better than any of my girlfriends. We did a slow lazy fuck as mom held on to the sink and I gripped her hips. Mom had the ability to flex her Kegel muscles and make it feel like a hand was stroking your cock. She confided that most men, including dad came quick when she did that. Months of practice taught me how to hold back. As mom gripped the cracked sink, I pumped slowly in and out of her pussy.

As we fucked, dad walked into the kitchen on his way to his watchman’s job. He stood, watching us for a few moments. His face was unreadable. Then he walked around us and out the door.

The relationship between he and I was different now. Mom said he liked watching us fuck. They talked about it the nights she slept with him instead of me. He, like her, was uncertain where it would lead.

I leaned forward, got a good grip on one of her big jugs, and squeezed hard. She moaned and I felt her pussy spasm in response to her tit being squeezed. I knew mom’s erogenous zones well. Some she taught me; others I figured out on my own.

“Mmmm junior you feel larger this morning.”

“Does it feel good, mom?”

“You know fucking well it feels good.”

I smacked her ass with my open palm. She screamed and thrust back. I stepped back and let my cock slip out of her pussy. I could almost hear the pop.

“Wha…what are you doing? Don’t you dare leave me like this!”

I grasped one of her hands on the sink and pulled her to me. “I want us to be comfortable in bed today. Your room or mine?”

“It don’t really matter. Your bed is probably cleaner. Your father and I got busy last night.”

A clap of thunder rattled the doors and windows as I led mom to my room.

That began our day.

***

“OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK! I’m coming junior! I’m cumming!”

I continued my jackhammer pounding of her as her body writhed. I love watching mom cum. Her face screws into a mask of lust. Every inch of her voluptuous body quivers from her E cups to her full mature hips. She makes that guttural sound deep in her throat. Then, as her pussy contracts, her eyes pop open as though she was surprised. Then she starts that low keening sound.

As her contractions slowed, I pulled back, letting my dick slide out. A lightening flash followed by a loud clap of thunder shook the house.

“That’s how it feels when you make me cum, junior. A flash of light and I trembled.”

I leaned down and lightly kissed her sweating forehead. Moving down, I kiss the tip of her nose, then outlined her lips with my tongue. I slid down her perspiration slickened torso, planting kisses as I went.

Mom stopped me when my tongue starting probing her navel. She smiled as she grasped my head, halting my downward journey.

“Joel, you have to stop! I’m 40 years old and can’t keep up with you. You need to find a nice girl and give your old mother a break.”

“Mom, you know I have girlfriends. But nobody fucks like you do!”

I watched as she sat up in bed, her humongous tits resting on her chest and bulging outside the frame of her body. She drew her knees up into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She looked first at the rain streaming down the windows and then at me.

“Joel, we have to stop this!”

“Why mom? We both enjoy it. Dad knows, he even likes to watch us sometimes.”

“That doesn’t make it right. Besides, you need to move out of this desolate town and make your own life.”

“Awww mom!”

“Awww mom my fat ass! As much as I have enjoyed this past year, I know it can’t go on.”

I watched Mom’s ass jiggle as she stood görükle escort and walked out of my room. I know the Kardashians and J-Lo are all the rage with their big asses. I am more of a Melissa McCarthy kind of guy. Give me a big jiggly ass and some humongous tits and I am in hog heaven.

I had to piss like a racehorse. I stood and followed mom to the bathroom. I never get enough of watching her large ass jiggle. When I attempted to follow her into the bathroom, she turned and pressed her hand into my chest.

“Wait outside, darling! A woman needs SOME privacy.”

Naked, I walk to the front of the house and looked out at the grey landscape. We live down the street from the old quarry in a one-story clapboard shotgun house. The railroad tracks are our backyard and the cracked asphalt of the old quarry road is the front. When the quarry closed, the town died. Its legacy was a thin coating of grey dust that continually wafted out of the quarry pit.

Despite closing, safety regulations required that the owners remediate the quarry and/or maintain a security presence to assure public safety. In words of one syllable that meant fill in the hole or have somebody watch it so people could not fall in or throw in their garbage. Dad was the security presence. In return for working six 10-hour shifts watching a hole in the ground, we lived rent-free.

My name is Joel Vincent. I am 19 and I have lived with my parents, Sam and Ellen, in this town all my life. I attended the school across town. I got my first piece of ass in the scraggly woods on the other side of the quarry. Like my classmates, my only ambition was to graduate and work in the quarry. The closing took even that minor dream away.

I felt mom’s arms encircle me from behind. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

I placed my hands over hers. A loud clap of thunder shook the windows. Mom’s arms tightened reflexively.

I waxed philosophical. “The storm, you, me and dad. Just us in general.”

Mom grasped my waist and turned me around. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on her toes and kissed me passionately. I cupped her ass and squeezed. Mom broke the kiss.

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

Mom nodded. “And I love you! I always have. Having sex has added an unexpected dimension to that love. It’s hard to explain. It’s like it is an extension of my maternal love.”

She took my hand and led me down the hall to the bathroom. As I stood in front of the toilet, mom took my cock in her hand and aimed it at the toilet. My thick yellow stream splashed into the toilet bowl. Mom’s aim had improved with months of practice.

After the last drops fell into the toilet, she turned me around and dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth. Her eyes held mine as she sucked me hard again. Mom was an excellent cocksucker. Her mouth and tongue rivalled her pussy in the things it could do to a dick. I have had many women suck my cock. None even comes close to mom.

She stood, took my cock in her hand and stroked it a couple of times. “Come on, junior! I’ll fix us some Kool-Aid and we can talk.”

“What happened to me going and finding a nice girl?”

“It’s raining,” she replied with a lopsided grin, “you’d get soaking wet.”

With my father’s knowledge and tacit approval, I have been fucking mom for nearly a year. Most of the time he just watches, stroking his cock. Occasionally, he will crawl down from his perch on our couch and let mom suck his cock while I fuck her. Once he came home from work and mom and I were 69ing in my room. Mom looked up. “Your dinner is in the warmer, dear.” Dad grunted, watched us for a moment and then went and had his dinner.

“Let’s sit out back. Even with the rain, it’s stifling in here.”

My hand moved familiarly across her behind as I walked past and out onto our small porch. The tracks were about 200 feet away. A scraggly green grass covered the ground between our house and the tracks. To the south is the old gravel truck filling yard. To the north is the closed hot dog stand, beyond that the street and a few other families who also cannot afford to move. On days like this, we used our relative privacy to sit out back.

I opened two of the aluminum frame lawn chairs, the kind with the cross hatched nylon strips for the seats and backs. I settled into mine and watched the rain splash on the greyish ground. The cooler air felt good on my naked body. Mom walked out in her open robe with two tall frosty glasses of my favorite grape Kool-Aid. A freight train rumbling by and the splatter of rain was the only sounds breaking our silent sipping of the refreshing drink.

Mom reached over and affectionately stroked my bare thigh. “I enjoy these times with you.”

“Me too! But when I find that nice girl you were talking about, all of this will be over.”

Mom squeezed my thigh. “Baby, no matter where you go or who you are with, your mom will be here whenever you want her.”

It bursa escort bayan was reassuring to hear that. I knew I would leave one day. There are no jobs or future here. However, I cherished this new relationship I have with my mother. I think back to how our new relationship began.

***

It started on a hot humid evening much like this one last summer. That night a driving windy rainstorm prevented us from sitting in the yard. The flashes of lightening and claps of thunder brought no relief from the heat and humidity.

We were dressed for the weather. Dad and I wore only our boxers while mom had on her cotton robe. Years of tight living conditions eliminated false modesty. I had seen mom in various stages of undress many times. Even naked a few times.

It was the night of my 18th birthday. My parents and I celebrated by getting shitfaced. Although it was not my first rodeo, my friends and I scored beer routinely, it was the first time I drank this much. It was also the first time getting drunk with my parents. We sat in the living/dining room watching television, killing a 24 pack and doing shots of cheap brandy. We were blind drunk. I guess that is how things got out of hand.

Dad and mom sat on the old forest green eight-foot couch. I was in the greyish mismatch wingback chair at a slight angle to them and facing the television. For most of the evening, they played what I called the touching game. Dad or mom, who initiated the game varied, would reach over and place a hand on some intimate part of the other’s body. The other would push the hand away, usually using my presence as a pretense. The usual drill, after this foreplay, was for them to go to their bedroom and fuck.

The walls of this old place are paper thin. For years, I have jacked off to the sounds of my parents fucking.

This time they made no effort to leave the room. Dad reached over and tried to pull mom’s housecoat open. Although nearly comatose, she made a pretense of fighting back. As she pulled away, some buttons on her robe popped open. She fell back on the couch, her legs akimbo.

Her sweaty breasts lay on her chest, the nipples hard and distended. Her pronounced belly pooch gleamed with perspiration. I could see the wetness covering her thatch and thighs as she struggled to simultaneously cover herself and sit up. The large butterfly lips of her meaty pussy protruded wetly between her thick matted pubic hair.

Dad tried to mount her, dropping to his knees between her spread legs. His cock was only semi hard as he tried to stuff it in. Mom looked at dad with a drunken leer as he struggled to enter her. From my angle all I could see was his hairy ass as he tried to pushed into mom.

“Stop it, Sam! Junior is right there. Besides you are drunk and you ain’t hard enough.”

They forgot about me as they engaged in their drunken foreplay.

In my drunken stupor, I pulled my cock out and stroked as I ogled dad trying to get his semi hard cock into mom. She was not a beautiful woman. However, somehow her obviously pseudo resistance was arousing. Finally she wrapped her legs around his back, opening herself up for his cock. Mom looked up and stared bleary eyed over dad’s shoulder at me. Her eyes glued to my hand fondling my tool.

“You have to suck me for a while until I get hard enough.”

Dad stood, straddled her and crawled up her body, his hairy chest dragging across her belly. Somehow, he managed to straddle her chest. He took his limp dick in his hand and tried to push it in mom’s mouth. Mom snapped her head back and forth, his cock rubbing across her tightly closed lips.

I watched, my hand sliding wetly up and down my glistening tool. Even drunk, copious amounts of pre cum oozed from my cock.

“Goddamn it! I’m tired of sucking you off and I get nothing.”

“Is that what you told Allen down the street? I saw you on your knees sucking him off behind the hot dog stand.”

The scene was surreal. This was their normal foreplay. They would recite a litany of the other’s transgressions as they tussled. Mom turned sideways in her struggles. I could see her engorged pussy lips. The turgid air was rife with the smell of pheromones.

“At least he can get it up”

Dad attempted to force his cock in mom’s mouth. His eyes were weak and having trouble focusing as he turned to look at me slowly stroking my cock watching their foreplay.

“You want a hard cock? Huh? You want some cock,” father screamed, spraying mom with his spittle. “Look at your son.”

Mom’s head lolled to the side. She blinked her eyes several times trying to focus. A leer spread across her face as she saw me stroking. Her tongue shot out and made a slow circuit of her lips.

“At least he gets hard, you limp dick piece of shit. I have to suck you ’til my jaws hurt to get you half that hard.”

Somewhere in my addled, alcohol soaked mind, I realized they were talking about me. Mom pushed up, tumbling dad off her and onto the bursa escort floor. She tried to sit up and rolled onto the floor next to him. Her robe bunched under her. I could see a light sheen of perspiration covering her belly and breast. Her thighs were wet and surprisingly firm for a woman who never exercised. She made an ineffectual attempt to pull her robe close, all the while leering at me stroking.

“Joel, Gawddamit! Stop jacking off in front of your mother.” Even as she spoke, her eyes were glued to my cock.

“You want some cock, bitch? Junior, get your ass over here.”

“What? You sick bastard! What are you going to do?”

I tried to stand and fell to all fours. The room spun. In our small living/dining room we were bunched between the couch and my chair with my head near mom’s gleaming wet thighs. Her pussy juices coated the inside of her thighs.

“Go on, Junior! She don’t care! She’s fucking everybody anyway.”

Dad’s asthma had him breathing open mouth. His breath came in short raspy gasps. His already florid face grew redder. Sweat poured from him in rivulets. Mom rolled to her side, looked at him and then back at me. She crawled the few feet to where I knelt.

“I’ll show you, you bastard! I’ll show you!” Mom was wild eyed, spraying spittle as she screamed at dad. “You think I won’t do it, don’t you.”

Mom pushed me and I emulated a turtle, rolling to my back. My cock stood rigid and shiny, pointing at the ceiling. Through an alcohol haze, I could see the gleam of my pre cum sliding down my manhood to my balls. I turned my head and the room moved again and my stomach turned. For a moment, I thought I was going to throw up.

“You tramp! I dare you! You ain’t got the nerve.”

“I’ll fuck him, you piece of shit! You ain’t fucking me! I’ll fuck whoever I want!”

“I dare you. Bitch! I dare you! Fuck your son!” I felt dad’s spittle spray me as he rose to his knees screaming at mom.

“I’ll show you, gawddamit!” Mom threw one large thigh over me. She reeked of alcohol, sweat and an undefinable aroma. The scent filled my nostrils. She reached between us and positioned my cock at her entrance. She dropped down heavily, driving me deep in her. The air shot out of her lungs in one explosive exhale.

I felt a sloppy wetness as her sheath settle around my cock. The head slammed against her cervix. Her pussy was trembling inside. It was as though hundreds of little fingers were grasping my cock. I was in my mom’s pussy! It was much looser than other women I fucked but still a tight fit. I could hear the squishy sounds of her aroused twat.

Her hips moved as she sat on my dick, her arms hanging at her side. She glanced at my goggle eyed father and then down at me.

“See you bastard? I told you I’d do it!”

My body was on automatic pilot, lazily thrusting up. For a moment, mom matched my movement. Her tits swayed as she rocked. Then confusion spread across her face. Again she looked down at me and then over at dad. She placed her hands on my chest and attempted to get up.

“Oh shit,” she groaned, “what the fuck am I doing?”

“Ellen! What the fuck?” Dad crawled to our side. He rose to his knees, grabbed mom around her waist and attempted to pull her off. My cock was pulsing inside mom’s hole. I tried to thrust up but the room moved again.

Mom raised on one knee, balancing herself with one arm on my chest. “Help me up, Sam!” Her eyes pleaded with dad who was still pulling ineffectually at her waist. His arms slid up her sweat slickened body, stopping at her tits.

Reflexively, I thrust up hard. Mom’s cervix halted my invasion. Mom’s eyes widened. “Junior stop!”

I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock in spite of herself. Even as she struggled to get up, the squelching sounds of a wet pussy filled the room. Her eyes wide, she placed one hand on the floor and straightened one leg. She partially rose. Simultaneously she and I looked between us at my purple mushroom head captured by her swollen cunt lips. I braced myself with both hands on the floor at my side and made a deep hard thrust. Again, I felt the pressure on my cock head as I bottomed out.

Mom screamed, lost her balance and followed me down when my hips fell to the floor. Her fat hips slammed into my thighs, burying my cock deep in her hole. Again, she let out a loud grunt. Her eyes were wild and unfocused. Sweat, reeking of stale alcohol, streamed off her body. The odor of her arousal was overwhelming, filling the tight confines of the small room.

“Wait! What…stop it,” dad slurred, saliva streaming out of the corners of his mouth. He released his hold on her waist and fell to all fours. His breathing was raspy and labored.

I felt mom push against my chest again trying to slide off me. Animal instinct took over. Even as she tried to roll off, I grabbed both her tits in my hands, squeezed hard and thrust up several times.

WHAM! WHAM WHAM!

Mom screamed, dropping back on me. Her hands painfully grasped my hands, squeezing them as she tried to pull then from her jugs. Dad lay down head to toe next to us breathing hard. I began a hard rhythmic thrusting into mom’s pussy. I could feel her wetness increase, allowing me to slide easily in her spasming velvet tunnel.

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