RAIN TALES: BIG MOM, BIG NEED

Not having to go to work that day, and because it looked darker than usual for that time of morning, I lay in bed for some time enjoying the chill and the sound of heavy rain beating against the roof top and windows. I like rain, it turns me on. Generally, my spirits are lifted when it's raining; I feel more alert, more creative, more daring, and more imaginative – but most of all I become horny, sometimes desperately so. That was the state of my condition that morning – desperately horny; I wanted to fuck, period.

I decided to get up and go take a peek out the window, to check the condition of the yard, and the drainage gutter beyond the fence, over which our bridge lay. When it rained heavily, the level of water in the gutter would rise to cover our bridge, and there would be large puddles in some places, in the yard.

As I got up off the bed, I looked down at my pajama front which was boldly tented with morning wood. I grabbed the stiff hardon and squeezed it. I'd been without sex for more than a month, due to the combination of having recently broken up with my longtime girlfriend and currently working on my Masters thesis. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and dragged the hard flesh out the fly of my boxer; I began wanking it slowly, occasionally pressing it down and letting it spring back up into the air. How I wished I had a woman in that room with me – any woman – thick, thin, fat, old, young, middle aged, pretty, plain, ugly, whatever, once she had a pussy to offer up.

As I wanked away to random visions in my head of females I knew, I remembered the words a pal of mine had once uttered, when he and I and some others were having a drink in the neighborhood pool bar. The guy had said that a man must always have a sexual option or two – that were easily accessible – in his home or next door or not far up the street from where he lived, because there are going to be times when you gotta go and just have go. The same guy was known to be fucking his cousin, and it was rumored that he'd boned his older and younger sister.

Thinking of my friend's words of wisdom made me remember my much older cousin who lived a street away, and also her younger sister who lived about three streets away – five or six groupings of my family are spread out in fairly close proximity in this part of town. I'd boned the older cousin dozens of times over a three year period, up until she got married about two years ago and we decided that too much was at stake for her, and it would be best if we stopped.

One night while slow dancing with her at a party held by a mutual friend, I pressed my sex hard against hers and when she responded with equal intensity, I got the hunch that she just might be game for a little taboo sex if asked. In a casual but passionate manner I whispered the idea into her ears, she responded by giggling and rolling her mound against my hard cock fitted between her thighs, then said 'why not'. Later that night while accompanying her home, we popped into a motel and fucked up a storm. It was then that she told me that she had always liked me in that way, and wouldn't mind giving me some pussy every now and then, on the condition that I never let our secret out and that I never get jealous and make trouble for her with whomever she's seeing at the time. I happily agreed to that arrangement, for though she was pretty and a good fuck I didn't want to be fucking one woman only; my good looks and big boned, athletic, six foot, mid-brown body, drew women to me like flies to sweet.

The younger cousin I'd fucked maybe about ten times, to date, over the past year. The first time being, after meeting up with her unexpectedly as we were both going into a cinema. We sat together, and I soon, smoothly maneuvered us into holding hands and then kissing, and eventually the exploration of her pert young breasts and the hot mound in her shorts. We left halfway through the second movie and found a nearby motel. After that we got it on two weeks later when she spent a weekend at our home following a Friday night birthday party for one of my sisters. Since then, whenever I felt like it, I would call her up and if she were alone at home I'd go there and we'd have a fuck. Sometimes she would come to me if I were alone at home.

Now, with the rain pelting down outside and my cock persistently demanding, I thought of them both and wondered first if the older sister who was a stay at home wife and mother, would consider us reneging on our agreement just this once. I soon tossed the idea aside; my pride as a man wouldn't let me go there. The younger cousin was hardly likely to be at home, because she was working. I left the room and went to the phone. Her younger brother picked up, and after telling him I was calling to see if they happened to have a certain text book in their house, I enquired about the rest of the family and learned that the real object of my interest was at work.

I walked over to a window, hoping to see some passing female that I knew, or even a stranger, that I could persuade to come in for a quick fuck, despite the fact that my mom was at home – such was my desperation. This made me laugh out loud, for I realized how silly a man could be when desperate for sex; which woman could possibly be walking along this little suburban street in such pouring rain? I headed back to my room, passing on my way, a framed photograph of my two sisters smiling, and I felt that their smiles were really smirks and that they knew what I was going through and were laughing at me. This made me laugh some more.

As I sat on my bed, moping and hoping for a miracle, I heard a slight sound from the room next door. The sound of some object falling to the ground. My mother had been sleeping in that room for the past month, following yet another heated argument with my dad. It was a habit of theirs that I had grown used to, but this was the first time that she'd moved out of their room. She used the room discreetly, being careful not to let me see her going in at nights or coming out in the mornings. But I had been aware of her secret from the start due to little give away sounds and her unusual cautious and furtive movements. I pretended ignorance, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

My mother is fat, with over two hundred and twenty pounds on her five-foot, six frame, but she has a couple of things going for her – she is pretty, with a dimpled, girlish, oval face and light brown eyes that are always sparkling. Her nose is small and slightly upturned and her mouth, also small, but with full round lips. Her fat is not the slack, flabby or doughy type with rolls of hanging belly flesh and floppy arms. She is mostly firm and smooth, and with round breasts that though full, are smaller than you'd expect on one so bulky. They tapered out into round shiny tips that barely carried nips. (I'd seen down the front of a slack or unbuttoned blouse a few times) Her complexion is a smooth, almond brown and she wears her hair in a bob style.

As I thought of her alone in the next room, probably lying on the bed or moving around straightening up the room, I realized that I was stroking my hard cock while picturing her in one of her near-sheer night dresses or lacey underwear. What the fuck I thought, and let go of my cock, forcing it back into the pajamas. But I found that having started down that road of taboo imaginings, and in my horny state, it was hard to stop thinking of her – I was desperately horny and she was the only female around.

As indicated by information given above, incest sex is not alien to me, but with the present object of my lust being my mother, it was an altogether different cup of tea. I found myself battling with my morals and conscience. Out of the blue I remembered the crack in the wall separating my room from that of the one shared by my older sisters until they got married and moved away. The crack could be accessed from inside my closet and I had used it regularly during my teenage years to observe my sisters' thick, naked bodies.

Although I had enjoyed looking at my sisters' bodies, naked and in underwear, I'd never entertained the thought of having sex with either of them. To me they were just two sexy and beautiful young women whose bodies happened to be there for my viewing pleasure – that is – up until I started banging my cousins. Once I took that leap I found myself looking at my sisters differently and sometimes dreamed up scenarios about us getting it on. But such thoughts about my mother on that rainy morning, were quite new to me.

As I sat on the bed, miserably horny, I talked myself into a compromise with my conscience – I was going to take just a little peek for a few minutes and hopefully get a glimpse of mom naked or in undies – just a little something to help assuage the sexual fire burning in me, a little harmless satisfaction. I stepped into the dark closet hoping that no picture or anything had been placed on the other side of the wall where the crack was. I located the crack and pressed my eyes to the wall. What I saw in the room shocked me, to say the least.

There was my big, fat mother lying completely naked on one of the two beds with huge thighs spread apart. One chubby hand was caressing a breast while the other was moving what looked like an eight inch white dildo back and forth in her fat, hairy twat, I wanted to look away and step out of the closet, feeling embarrassed for my mommy, although she didn't know that I was witnessing her naughty indiscretion. After all, this was my loving mother. But I was equally as pleased as I was shocked by the sight of that big, sexy body being self-pleasured, and simply hadn't the required amount of decency, morals or will power to look away from the big, forty-eight year old woman humping upward to match the strokes of the rubber cock her hand was eagerly driving into her.

My bigger head was telling me to leave, but the smaller, fired up head, was urging me to stay put and enjoy the sight. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it. My bigger head right then decided that if you can't beat them, join them and my hand began to move with a steady rhythm. As if it was no big deal and a likely possibility, my head, now surrendered to the feelings of the moment, started looking for a way to turn what was going on in the other room to my advantage – that is – how to get me into that room and persuade my mom to use my cock instead of the white rubber one she was enjoying.

I was badly in need of instant gratification, so there was no time to hatch and work a plan of seduction. I decided the best option was to enter the room while she was still at it, and play the rest by intuition and bold action.

I stood outside the bedroom door which I knew would be unsecured due to a damaged lock. I hesitated only for a few seconds before my last shred of moral fortitude lost out to my horniness and crumbled. It was quickly replaced by a daring I never knew I had. I turned the knob and entered. The foot of the bed was facing the door, so I found myself staring smack between my mother's fat, wide spread legs fascinated by the quick moving chubby hand fucking the hairy pussy with stout white rubber.

I stepped to the foot of the bed and stood there looking down at her toy-fucking herself and moaning passionately, eyes closed, mouth opened and breathing hard. I watched her nice full boobs with their shiny, cone-like, round tips and little stiff nips shaking on her chest, and without thinking of consequences, freed my demanding cock and began pumping it vigourously. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she screamed. We both pulled away our hands from the cocks we were each gripping. She looked at my face and then down to my cock, then to her body and back again to my long hard tool angled upwards.

I stood there, suddenly feeling stupid, and asked an even more stupid question.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

She looked away from my cock and covered her face with both hands. I barely heard her anguished voice.

"I ... I ... I ... oh shucks!" she managed to whisper, in a defeated and devastated manner

"I'm sorry mom ... that was a silly question, you don't have to answer."

"Oh my god, oh god ... no, no," she cried out.

I regained my composure and boldness and walked around to the side of the bed and sat down next to her. With hands still covering her face she began wailing again.

"Oh no ... no ... no ... this can't be really happening ...god, please let this be a dream."

I took her hands and pulled them away from her face.

"It's real mom ... but it's alright, I understand."

She was grimacing with a look of confusion and disgust alternating on her pretty, chubby face as her nice tits rose and fell under the pressure of heavy breathing. The little nips were truly amazing, barely sticking up from the rounded, shiny tip, surrounded by large blackish areolas. I felt my head, without conscious instruction began to lower, with my mouth open and ready to suck them in. but just as my lips touched soft skin, she spoke and I rose up.

"No, it is not alright, it could never be alright with me lying here naked with my big, fat, ugly body laid out naked for my son to see ... don't tell me it is alright," she shouted.

"Mom, don't talk like that, you're not fat and ugly ... you're beautiful ... and sexy," I implored.

Once again she covered her face and cried out:

"Oh gawd, what is this, I am so ashamed ... look at me lying here with my fat, ugly, flabby self all exposed to you ... no son should have to see his mother like this ... it is not right ... oh my baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive m."

I spoke sternly. "Mom, stop saying that you're fat and ugly, you're not."

"But I am fat," she cried out.

"Yes, you're fat, but in a nice way ...you're a big, beautiful and sexy woman ... look, look at this ... you think I'd be in this condition if you were fat and ugly?" I said passionately.

She looked at me stupefied, a lost look in her eyes like she was in a trance. I realized if I were to get where I wanted to be, I had to act fast, before she came out of that trance. I stood up and leaned my hard cock over her face, dangerously close to her mouth. I took her hand and placed the hard dick in its palm.

"Feel this mom, this proves how beautiful you are," I said, pleading.

Her hand closed around the hard flesh, squeezing it gently as she looked up at me, her face a mask of confusion, and flushing red. She quickly pulled away her hand as if removing it from hot metal.

"Kevin, what are you doing? ... Put that thing away ... put it back in your PJ ... good god, what is happening in this house? ... There must be some demon loose, causing all this trouble ... or maybe I'm dreaming," she said, in bewilderment.

"You're not dreaming, and there's no demon in here, just two lonely and horny people," I ventured.

"No, there is some evil about, look at you and look at me ... the shameful thing I was doing ... and you seeing it," she blurted out.

She looked at the cock that was still standing tall and full of intent above her face.

"I told you to put your co ... your thing away," she said angrily.

And then as if suddenly remembering something, looked down at her body, to below her waist. She stared wide eyed at the rubber cock still stuck in her pussy. She squeezed her legs together tightly, in an effort to hide the protrusion.

I reached out and pulled the rubber from between her legs.

"You don't need this anymore ... I am here for you," I said, smiling.

I threw the rubber to the floor, and gently patted her hairy mound, letting my finger slip between fat folds of damp flesh. She jerked her body away.

"Oh sweet Jesus, rescue me ... what is really going on?" she shouted.

"Calm down mom, everything is alright," I assured.

"You just stop with dat alright shit ... say dat one more time and I goin slap yuh damn face, it can't be alright with me lying here, all my naked, ugly fat exposed to my son," she shouted.

"Mom, stop this talk about being fat and ugly ... please."

"But I am fat," she shouted, looking at me like I was some kind of dimwit.

"Ok, you're fat, but not ugly, and you know what, the fat you have is good fat, no trans stuff ... this is pure, monounsaturated fat ... the good stuff," I said, gently rubbing her huge belly and bringing my hand down to rest on the mat of dark, crotch hair.

Her body stiffened for a moment and then shook mightily as she started to laugh.

"Boy ... don't make ... me ... laugh ... this is ... serious," she said, barely managing to get the words out her laughing mouth.

"I don't want to laugh ... you hear ... mono fat you call it ... ha ha ha!" she said, bursting out into another fit of laughter.

"Yes, look at this," I said.

Leaning over I dragged my hand along her knee and down her leg and back up her thigh, sinking my finger into the soft inner spot near her vulva.

"So smooth and firm, mono fat, baby,"

She shook with more laughter and as she was doing that I rubbed the big belly and then quickly moved to cover the enticing tits, massaging them gently.

"And these are so nice ... like a teenager's," I said, tweaking the tiny nips.

Her laughter ceased abruptly and her body stiffened briefly, before she resumed a soft girlish giggling as I fondled the soft, comparatively little, but full bubbies. I felt her hand squeeze my thigh and I leaned over and took a nipple and its surrounding flesh into my mouth. Three seconds later she pushed my head roughly away.

"Ok, ok, you've made your point. Stop now, you're tickling me," she cried out, half laughing.

"Tickling you, mom?" I asked, as I resumed twirling the nip between my fingers, knowing fully well that what I was doing was, indeed, tickling her – but between her thighs.

"Yes, you're tickling me," she said, grasping the back of my hand but making no effort to pull it away from the blood filled breast.

"Kevin, baby ... please sto ..."

I cut her short by pressing my mouth down on hers and poking my tongue between her lips. She opened up and sent out her own tongue to meet mine. Her hand came up and grabbing my head, massaged my dreadlocked scalp as she engaged my mouth in a passionate kiss. Then suddenly that same hand was pushing my head away violently.

"Kevin, stop, stop at once ... oh gawd, what is going on heah ... this is so wrong, so shameful," she wailed.

I raised my head up, off her.

"Please go baby, ah begging yuh ... mih head is spinning ... I'm so confused ... this is one big mess," she said slowly, looking like she was going to cry.

"Let's clean it up mom," I said.

I quickly leaned over and took a little nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and at the same time letting a hand stray down south, parting the bush with trembling fingers. I felt wetness and let one finger dive into the well. She parted her legs and jerked upwards against the probing finger. Once again her hand was massaging my head, and then within a minute was pushing it away violently again.

"Kevin, when I said stop, I meant stop ... everything ... please leave me alone," she said.

"Mommy, I just want to be here for you ... you are lonely ... let me keep you company ... you don't have to use a rubber toy for sex, I can do that for you ... I can make love to you ... I want to make love to you ... I want to be here for you," I said, pleading.

"Kevin, shut up!" she shouted angrily, putting her hands to her ears.

"I don't want you to be here for me ... not in that way ... oh, mih head spinning and aching suh bad. Mih whole world turn upside down, and it frightening," she cried

I reached out and patted her shoulder, but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me, just go ... leave me alone ... get out of my room!" she burst out, angrily, and then started to sob.

I got up and walked away. At the door I said:"I love you mommy."

"I love you too, honey," I heard her weak voice whisper.

She didn't leave her room for the next two hours, and later when she passed me on her way to the bathroom, her eyes only looked at me fleetingly and there was just a trace of a smile on her plump lips. I could tell that she was still embarrassed and confused. When she passed back on her way to the bedroom, she stopped and spoke softly.

"Kevin darling, I didn't mean to chase you out of the room like that ... I'm sorry honey ... we'll talk later."

After another hour passed and there was no sign of her I went to the kitchen and cooked us lunch. I put her lunch on a tray and went to the bedroom door. After tapping on the door twice and getting no reply, I pushed it open with my foot and entered the room which was a bit dim because of the cloudy conditions outside and drawn blinds. The atmosphere was definitely conducive to sexual arousal, which was further enabled by the sight of mom lying on the bed. I felt my cock steadily rising.

She was backing me, face downward with one leg pulled up and bent at the knee. She was wearing a short white, armless, light cotton shift dress. It was a dress she usually wore around the house during hot weather, with short tights under it. There was no tights under it, as far I could see and I was seeing very far because of the bent knee and pulled up leg, causing the dress to ride all the way up her plump thighs. I could make out snug-hugging white panties surrounded by the slightly darker brown little area of thigh-rub mark on the insides of the thigh. And because the panties leg had ridden up somewhat, I could see overhang cheek flesh that was paler than the rest of her body.

I placed the tray on the little bedside cupboard and stood looking down at the exposed and tempting flesh, my cock growing even harder. I called out softly twice and when she did not answer, I leaned over and smacked her fat ass briskly, twice. She gave a little, startled cry and spun around to lie on her back, pulling up one leg as if about to get up. I could clearly see the white-covered mound snuggled between the two stains of darker brown on her inner thighs. I could also make out tiny hairs peeping out from the sides of the panty legs.

"Kevin, you nearly scared the life out of me," she cried out, breathing hard and clasping her chest.

My eyes were riveted between her open thighs. She noticed it and quickly closed them together.

"I brought you lunch," I said smiling.

"Thanks honey," she said, also smiling and wiping sleep from her puffed eyes. It was obvious that she'd done a great deal of crying.

She dragged herself up, back placed against pillows and the bedrest. I placed the tray on her lap.

"I will sit with you while you eat and we could have the talk you promised." I said.

"No, not now baby, I'm not ready ... please understand ... later, maybe."

I bent over and kissed her on the lips, letting mine linger as I poked out my tongue. Her tongue began to snake out, and briefly touched mine, but then she quickly changed her mind and it retreated. I straightened up and looked down into her wet eyes, reflecting conflicting emotions. She glanced at my bulging shorts front and quickly looked away, settling on the food. I turned and walked out the room without looking back.

I did not see her again until dad came home, tipsy as usual. It had become a habit with him over the past couple of months. Mom made us dinner and after we had eaten the two of us went into the living room where mom turned on the TV. Shortly after, dad joined us sitting on a separate chair off to the side of mom. He had an almost-full bottle of rum and a glass. After about an hour I got up and retired to my room. When I came out at about ten o'clock only dad was there and the rum bottle and glass were empty. I sat down and he chatted drunkenly with me for a few minutes before getting up and staggered away to his room. I turned off the lights and TV and also retired to my room.

I let about an hour go by before getting up. I went to dad's bedroom and stood outside briefly, listening to his loud drunken snoring. I headed to mom's room, taking off my boxers before pushing open the door. I walked over to her bed and sat down next to her, my cock almost fully erect and pointing up. She was backing me, in the same position as she'd been earlier in the day, but because of the dark the view was not as prime.

"Mom?"

"Yes Kevin?

"You okay?' I asked, placing a hand on her hip.

She turned onto her back and my hand slid to her groin area, fingers nudging against her panties.

"Yes baby, I'm fine ... but I'm not ready for that talk ... ah don't think I ever could," she said with sadness in her voice.

"I didn't come for that talk, mom," I said, letting my hand slide over the soft fabric.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, just as my hand snuggled between her thighs and covered her mound.

"I'm didn't come to talk ... I came to have sex with you."

I took one of her hands and placed it palm down on my hard cock.

"No Kevin, we can't do that, baby ... please get that out of your mind," she said, discouragingly, as her hand encouragingly folded around the hard love stick and a loud blast of rain hit the roof of the house.

"I can't get you, or that out of my mind, mom."

"You can ... if you try ... hard enough," she whispered consolingly, and let go of my cock but let her hand remain on my thigh right next to it.

The rain continued hitting the roof as if in a vengeful mood after a long period of sun. I felt her hand reach for the bouncing cock and gently clasp it with soft fingers.

"I can't, and neither can you," I said, as I felt her fingers gently stroke my cock.

"Don't say that, you don't know my mind ... I can," she cried out as if trying to convince herself.

Her fingers closed tightly around my cock applying extreme pressure, and I heard her sigh heavily.

"I know you can't, because of the way you are holding me," I said, letting my own hand slip under the leg of her panties and cup the naked, pulsing vulva.

She relaxed the grip on my member but did not remove her hand.

"That doesn't mean a thing," she whispered, sounding like she wanted to cry.

"It says a lot," I said, leaning over and placing my mouth against hers.

She opened her mouth and eagerly participated in the kiss as I climbed onto her big body.

"Oh mih gawd, Kevin ... you're completely naked," she cried out, after breaking the kiss.

I licked her neck and sucked on her chin as my hand covered a soft breast

"Stop that Kevin, and get off me ... yuh have to leave now ... we can't do this ... it's not right," she said, squirming under me.

"I'm not leaving until I fuck you mom," I said, raising my voice.

"What! Kevin don't talk to me like that, I'm your mother ... I can't let you do that."

"You can and you will," I said, loudly.

I slid downward and in one smooth movement freed a breast from the nightie cup and took it into my mouth.

"Keep yuh voice down, yuh forget yuh father is in the next room ... he'll hear you?"

I moved my mouth from the breast and spoke. "He can't, he's drunk and he's sleeping soundly."

"When he's drunk, he wakes up regularly," she said.

I got off of her and the bed and took her hand.

"Well, let's go to my room, he won't hear us from there," I said.

"No, it's not right."

"It is ... I want to fuck you and you want it too, that makes it right," I said stubbornly in a loud voice.

"Boy ... keep yuh voice down."

"Well, get up," I commanded, louder than before, while reaching out and caressing a breast possessively.

She sprung up quickly and allowed me to lead her by hand to the door and out the room, pushing in the door behind us. Inside my room she went straight to the bed and sat on it, twirling her fingers and shaking her legs on the floor, nervously. I locked my door and turned on the light.

"Take off your clothes mom."

"Honey?" she cried out.

"This is it mom," I said, seriously.

She looked at me nervously, her eyes drifting down to the hard cock waiting on her.

"Yes ... this is it baby," she said, raising her eyes to look me in the eyes determinedly.

She got up and I watched as she slowly, tantalizingly, lifted the nightie up and over her head and threw it roughly across the room, her blazing light-brown eyes fixing me with a determined stare.

"You take this off me, Kevin," she said, looking down at her red thong panties, before climbing onto the bed and laying on her back with legs spread wide and inviting.

I climbed onto the bed, led by an impatient and eager cock. I hooked my fingers into the string waist of the panties and pulled them down as she lifted her hips to make it easier for me. I took the panties and pressed them into my face, inhaling deeply. I saw her smile, approvingly. I looked down between her legs and noticed for the first time that the previously hairy vulva had been shaved clean around the lips and surrounding bump, leaving only a wide V-mat of dark, luscious, kinky hair above. I knelt on my knees for long seconds, simply staring in amazement and hunger at the waiting mommy pussy.

"What?" she asked, with a coy smile.

"You've shaved ... I like this."

She looked relieved.

"Yes, I did it just for you ... I had the feeling you'd prefer it like this."

So, she had made up her mind to give me pussy since earlier in the day, but had been trying to fight it, I thought. I slid down the bed, stretched out, with my face between the thick thighs. I lowered my mouth to the pussy lips and saw her thighs shiver as they spread even wider. I slowly licked the engorged, red-brown lips. I poked my tongue between the folds and she squealed delightfully. I moved my tongue about in the deep pink. She moaned with pleasure and thrust upward against the probing tongue. I felt her hand on my head, gripping it with a telling urgency, and I increased the pressure and pace of my licking and probing. Her fat pussy was wet all over with a combination of my saliva and her natural sex lubricant.

I pushed my hands under her and cupped the big, heavy ass cheeks, sinking my fingers into them as I ate the juicy pussy. She lowered her hands from the chest they'd been resting on and spread the folds of flesh, pulling back the hood of her clitoris. I read what she wanted and gave it to her, licking the stiffened little clit, slowly at first, then with increased eagerness in my tongue strokes. I latched onto the clit, drawing it into my mouth and with tongue pressed against the underside began sucking it. She moaned loudly:

"Unnnnnnnh ... aaaaaaaaaahh ... oooooooohh!"

I twirled the clit around with my tongue as I sent two fingers into the wet crack. She grabbed my head and began thrusting upward and making quick little jerks of her ample hips. I heard her squeal and felt her shudder and I knew that mommy was cumming hard, her pussy gushing wetness into my mouth. She tried to push my head away because of the intense, almost unbearable pleasure running through the sensitive, tormented clit, but I gripped the big ass cheeks tight and held my head in place as she floundered and broke into sweet pieces of nerves. She tossed from side to side without being able to dislodge my face, and I heard her make a loud howl and was thankful for the pouring rain and dad's drunken state.

A few moments later she raised her body up and swinging it around, found my big cock with her little mouth and took the hard meat in. It was a tight fit as she sucked on my dick, chewing on it nicely and alternating between licking the shaft and my tightened balls. I brought one hand around and stuck a pussy-lubed middle finger into her tight ass. And as if it was a cue she'd been waiting on she began a frantic rolling and jerking of her ample hips as the probing finger fucked her puckered hole. She began licking my balls as her chubby fingers gripped my jock and jerked it vigorously. I heard her pleading voice.

"Put this in me baby ... I need this."

She rolled onto her back and spread wide, lifting her bent knees. I got between the thick heavenly gates and nocked at the door to pleasure with my swollen little head. Her hand reached down and ushered me in. I pushed forward and felt so happy, I started to laugh as I stroked her gently, moving back and forth in the thick pussy. I'd heard that fat girls were a tight fit, but had always thought it just idle guy talk. Mom's pussy confirmed the truth of it, for despite her age and having borne three children that pussy just about clung to my cock as I pumped it steadily.

"Oh mommy, mommy," I cried out as I moved smoothly in her.

"Yes my baby, my son ... give it to mommy ... I needed this so badly," she responded as she gripped my back, finger nails sinking into the flesh, pulling me down onto her big, welcoming softness. I licked her chubby face lovingly and wriggled the tip of my tongue into her nose holes and then the ears, causing her to shiver and cry out in ecstasy. I arched my back and with the help of her hand lifting it up, and forward, sucked the tip and a mouthful of her breast into my mouth.

"Oh baby, baby, take it, take it ... take your mommy's tits," she cried out.

I ate the tit voraciously as she wriggled her fat as under my thrusting. Usually I'm a banger –I fuck hard and fast, but with my mommy I was all sheer, smooth, gentle, and slow riding, keeping up a steady, rhythmic back and forth stabbing between the thick folds and tight, slick walled channel. I treated mommy with only tender, loving care as I probed her plump pussy and she responded by nicely rolling and grinding under me. I felt her working her wall muscles against my tool and closing my eyes and tightening my buttocks in deep concentration as I moved inside her I felt myself soon tighten and then begin to tingle and before long, I was shooting cum juice into her.

"Yes my son, my love ... fill me up," she cried, while wrapping her fat legs around the backs of mine, keeping me trapped between and against her as I flowed into her.

After I had completed my emptying into her, I relaxed, stretched out, with my cock still inside her, her legs still wrapped around mine, my cock still almost fully hard. At twenty-five I hadn't yet lost the youthful gift of remaining hard after cumming, and knew the secret of sustaining it and gradually growing back to hundred percent firmness was to not stop thrusting, but to keep going at a fast pace, so I quickened my pace and thrust into her vigorously without being rough. When I was certain that the hardon was there to stay until next ejaculation, I switched back to my gentle stabbing, and raising up on my hands, I saw mommy smiling sweetly, eyes closed and head to the side as I buffed her inner walls with my stout leather tool.

I rode the sweet fatness with a steady rhythm shifting into different angles as she herself kept up a steady rolling under me. I rode her long, watching her body glistening with sweat, bounce and shake under me, especially the nice bubbies with their strange tips – they bumped slowly like jello balls, matching the ripple of fleshy belly. After a long time I heard her speak.

"You can do me at the back ... if yuh want honey ... I like it like that," she whispered, tentatively.

"Yuh like doggy style mommy ... ok turn over," I said, raising up and starting to pull out.

Her hands clamped my back tight, holding me in place.

"No, I don't mean doggy style ... I mean yuh can do me in the back ... yuh know ... in mih ... anus," she said, shyly.

"Yuh want me to bugger yuh, mommy ... yuh want me to fuck yuh ass?"

She giggled and her body shook.

"Don't say it like that ... but, yes ... that's what I want, baby," she said.

"Ok, let's turn over."

"No, just like this ... I prefer it this way." she said.

With amazing agility for her size I saw her pull her legs all the way back, foot going past her ears as her hand grabbed my cock, pulled it out her pussy and lowerd it to her batty hole. She pressed it to the puckered entrance and I pushed forward, firmly. I felt my cock push aside the walls and move into her tightness.

"Ohhhhh, yessss! ... Push baby ... push!" she commanded

She grunted and grimaced, then bit into her bottom lip. I continued pressing forward firmly, until most of my cock was inside her trembling fat body.

"Yes, my boy, yes! ... yuh inside me ... Unnnnnnnnnh ... Oooooooooh ... I like this!" She cried out.

I began moving slowly, like I'd done when fucking her pussy, but with a more determined thrust because of the tightness. As I moved inside her, her body stopped trembling and she relaxed.

"Oh, yes baby, yes ... bugger me ... bugger yuh mommy ass hole with yuh big cock," she suddenly cried out, surprising me as well as herself, for she suddenly giggled and brought her hands up to cover her blushing face. She peeked out at me through spread fingers.

"Those were the most beautiful words I ever heard," I said, meaning to put her embarrassment to rest.

She brought her legs back forward and deposited them on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around the super thick thighs in a tight embrace and began smoothly stroking the juicy batty hole in a steady beat as if listening to Black Eyed Peas singing 'Hey Mama'.

As I moved back and forth in mommy's tight ass, riding at a slow, steady trot for the finish line, like a jockey who was aware that his mount was well clear of the other runners. I saw her, in contrast, moving her hand rapidly between her thighs, her fingers flitting over the excited clitoris. She began making loud increasingly frequent gasps and heavy, open mouthed breathing, and suddenly her resistance broke – if she had been resisting at all – and her body began to shake as the orgasm claimed her as its own and she surrendered to the sweetness coursing through her. I wrapped her thighs up as she bucked against me, looking at her erotically grimacing face, changing shape and expression as she broke up into pleasure pieces.

When her shuddering had ceased, I raised her legs high and off my shoulders and spreading my own legs wide to the sides, came down into a sitting position, my groin pressed against her ass cheeks, her thighs thrown over mine as I made quick short jabs into the clinging ass hole, fucking her the way I would fuck a heavily pregnant woman, my cock moving slowly and carefully in the tight passage, become a little more slack now, making me wonder if her ass also gushed juice when she climaxed, like her pussy did. I stroked her long, with she, sometimes bouncing up and down with feet planted on the bed, at other times, again pulling her legs all the way back to her ears.

I felt my orgasm approaching and I put my hand under the butt cheeks, lifting them off the bed as I straightened up my legs until I was in a crouching position on my knees. I began moving at a brisker pace, eager to reach the finish line. As I breasted the tape, I gave a mighty shove, the first for the night, and broke inside my mother's ass.

"My son ... my son ... Unnnnnnnn!" she cried as I shot hot semen into her clinging butt hole.

When the shooting was over and my body finally still, I threw myself back, dislodging my cock from her ass. I lay on my back looking at my creamy semen seeping out her dilating and contracting ass hole.

"Kevin, son, I don't know what we've done ... but I don't want to undo it ... whatever the consequences ... it was the most complete and beautiful feeling I've ever had ... if continuing it means going to hell ... then I'll gladly go there."

"And I'll go with you mommy," I said stolidly.

The rain was creating a commotion on top of and against the house as we hugged tight, enjoying the inner satisfaction and thinking of the blissful future before us.