197. A Humble Apology(Oliver Queen and Moira Queen)...

A Humble Apology(Oliver Queen and Moira Queen)

Sometimes, things had to be done that might be considered underhanded. Moira hoped Oliver would understand that someday. It did not make her feel the least bit better, especially when she was having her doubts. Oliver's eyes peered into her very several minutes, accusatory and Moira felt like she could last for days underneath intense interrogation. But when her son stared her down, that was another matter entirely.

"Oliver," Moira said. "Oliver, I only did it to protect you and Thea."

"Yes, I heard you the first time," Oliver said. "I'm not sure if I know whether or not I can trust you again."

Moira looked over Oliver. Oh her baby boy had grown up so handsome. Moira hated to admit it, but something about Oliver after the island had caused a taboo attraction to him. She could not put her finger on what that was though. Slowly, Moira locked her eyes onto Oliver and drank in his look.

"I want to make this up for you," Moira said. "Prove that I have your best interests in mind. And I'm concerned some of your needs aren't getting adequately taken care of."

Moira slowly ran her hand down Oliver's body. Oh, this was the last thing Oliver expected. Oliver would be blind to not realize his mother aged like a fine wine. She slowly undid Oliver's clothes and slowly ran down her body. Tracing down the scarring down his body. Moira leaned in and Oliver could feel her warm hand on his crotch. Her soft, warm hand clasping around his manhood and causing Oliver's hips to rock back into the palm of her hand. Moira had him, like this. Slowly tightening and slowly wrapping her fingers around him. Casually squeezing his length through his pants.

"Mom."

Moira just smiled and offered her lips up to Oliver. Oliver grabbed Moira and kissed her. Pure, animalistic lust spread through both mother and son. Oliver grabbed his mother's ass through her pants and squeezed it. His fingers went on autopilot, slowly stripping her clothes off. Moira was practically in her underwear when Oliver realized he held his mother's soft ass into his hands.

"You're my mother," Oliver said.

"Shhh, let Mommy help you feel better."

Moira pulled Oliver's cock out of his pants. Oh, Moira just locked eyes on the thickest, juiciest piece of meat. She wanted to make it up to Oliver, everything she put him through. Moira hated to admit it, but it was her fault that Oliver was secluded to that island. Everything that happened in the past few years were up to you.

"Your cock looks delicious, baby."

His mother's hot breath and sexy words made Oliver harder than before. Moira slicked her tongue down the tip of Oliver's cock and all the way down to the base. Moira pressed her lips down onto him and gave him a few glorious sucks of his balls Her mouth latched onto him, her eyes locked onto him.

Oh, Oliver was not going to lie, Moira looked like a goddess with his balls in her mouth. And she slowly moved up, planting kisses all the way down Oliver's length. His mother's beautiful lips wrapped around his cock and pushed deep into her mouth. Oh, Moira was amazing and why not? Moira had been doing this for longer than the women that Oliver had been lift, had been alive.

Moira's soft, savory lips pushed down onto Oliver and engulfed him. Just something about her son's cock nestled between her lips brought out a primal animal. And speaking of primal, Oliver grabbed the back of her head and face-fucked Moira hard.

Oh, the older woman leaned in and planted her lips firmly all of the way down onto Oliver. She sealed his cock inside and sucked, sucked, harder, faster. Moira's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, while sliding Oliver all the way down into her throat. She moaned, with hot desire flooding through her warm eyes. Oliver pushed down into Moira and pounded her mouth until he left her a nice, drooling mess.

Moira cupped Oliver's balls and squeezed him hard. Oliver grunted and pushed all the way down Moira's throat. The pleasure churned up through his balls as he bottomed out inside of Moira's throat. Slowly, slowly, Oliver pumped his way in until she squeezed him. Oliver groaned one final time and began to explode deep into Moira's throat. Blast after blast of cum shot down his mother's throat. Oliver picked up the pace and drove all the way down his mother's tight, throat. She pressed down onto his prick and engulfed him, lust just burning through her eyes as she took Oliver deep into her throat.

The cum raced down Moira's throat. She tasted every last drop and swallowed it with a look of sheer ecstasy burning through her eyes. Moira ran her finger down Oliver's head and traced all the way down to the base of cock.

Oliver bent his mother over, pulled down her panties, and paid tribute to her lower set of lips. His tongue was fast and furious and caused Moira to cry out. His mother's dripping thighs received some attention. Oliver realized how messed up this was on some level, but on some other levels, he did not care.

And another voice told him that it was only messed up because society had told him such.

Oliver pulled out of his mother's wet pussy, and then leaned in. He unclipped Moira's bra and played with her mature breasts. Moira let out several more cries, the moment Oliver explored her body. She let out moans, which only increased in volume.

"Stick your cock in Mommy," Moira mewled for him. "Her pussy is so wet for her baby boy."

Oliver pinned Moira against the nearest surface. She wore nothing but stockings and a pair of heels, but this just made Moira all that more fuckable. Oliver pinned his hands against Moira's hips and with one more plunge, guided himself into her body.

"OOOH, YOU'RE SO BIG!" Moira moaned.

Oliver grabbed his mother and pounded her vigorously into the table. Her knees began to knock into it hard and Oliver did what he could to knock the wind out of her. Oliver pressed down and made Moira just cry out for more. Oliver leaned deep inside of her and pushed her to the breaking point. Moira stretched around him, the faster Oliver rocked into her. He was filling up his mother's pussy and getting her to go insane. Oliver grabbed her breast and squeezed it very hard before slapping it to drive Moira nuts.

"Oliver!" Moira cried out. "Go deeper! Fuck me until I can't stand!"

Oh, Oliver picked up his mother in his arms so he could fuck her more vigorously. Moira went up as light as feather and tightened around Oliver as he manhandled her body. His balls slapped back and forth down onto her thighs and made her sting with pleasure.

"How do you like that, Mom?"

Moira screamed out in pleasure. She loved her baby boy stuffing his big cock into her body and wearing out her pussy. Oliver leaned back and made sure to stimulate every inch of her body. It was not just stuffing her pussy that mattered, although Moira tingled in excitement for that. Oliver rocked back and forth and hit all of the right notes and made her just cry out for more.

"Oliver!"

Everything scream of his name got Oliver throbbing hard. He pushed further into Moira and rode her. Her insides turned into mush the deeper Oliver pressed down into her body. He worked in and out, until his balls were slapping down onto her thighs. Moira let out a cry, even more lustful than before.

"Closer," Oliver told her.

Moira bobbed her head back and forth, nodding. Oh, yes, they were close. Oliver's hands just worked their magic. Slowly, but surely working her to an orgasm fit for a woman of her stature. Oliver pushed in and rode her out, faster and faster. Her walls tightened around him.

Oliver enjoyed the silken embrace of his mother's walls. He closed in on that grand moment of climax. Slowly building up momentum with his balls slapping down onto her thighs. Oliver pushed deeper and make Moira cum. Oliver could feel it happening.

"I'm going to cum inside you."

Moira braced herself, not daring to tell her son to pull out. Oliver did not ask and she just rode it out. Those big balls slapped Moira's thighs and left bruising all over it.

Oliver grunted deep inside of Moira and came deep inside of her body. Her walls clamped down onto Oliver as she milked him and drained his balls. Oliver did not stop riding his mother until she was a dripping messy of drool.

"So, is my apology good enough?"

"See me in my room tonight," Oliver said. "And I'll let you know."

The implication of Oliver's words indicated that this would not be a one time thing. And Moira was down with that.

Providing her son's nighttime activities did not interfere with tonight's apology, Moira mentally counted down the moments until she could see her son alone. Perhaps they could strengthen the bond which had been destroyed by five years apart.End.