22 Keeping It Going

What a weekend!

What a fucking weekend!

When we woke Saturday morning, I could barely keep my eyes open, and Jenna had a hangover banging around her skull that matched the soreness my cock had pounded into her pussy. It turns out that orgasms are the best cure for both ailments, though, to help soothe Jenna's soreness, I spent the morning caressing her swollen folds with my fingers and tongue, using nothing but the gentlest of caresses on her body.

We barely left my room the entire day, and Jenna stayed upstairs the entire time, only visiting the restroom to clean up while I made the trips downstairs for food and water. Mom and Dad didn't say much to me--not that I saw them often--and when I did see them, they were always together. My mother surprised me Saturday evening by sending me a text that read, May I fuck your father tonight?

Holy shit, I had thought. Mom actually asked me for permission.

Yes, I sent back before Jenna pulled me back into my bed.

Later that night, I said to Jenna, "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide."

Jenna did as I instructed, and I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her knees to the end of the bed. Bellow me; her ass cheeks and pussy lay spread open, hanging golden on the outside and pink down the centerline. Her pussy lips formed a beautiful, pale, upside-down butterfly covered in a dewy film.

"How do you feel in this position?" I asked after Jenna shivered while I looked down upon her.

"Vulnerable," she whispered. "Open. It's like I have no power. I'm just waiting...."

"Waiting for my cock?" I asked, smiling and dragging my forefinger through the crack of her ass.

"Um," Jenna hummed, "yeah."

"This is the bitch's position."

Jenna laughed. "I'm a bitch?"

"A sexy bitch." I feathered the pink meat of her pussy with my fingertips and wondered if my time with Mom was about to get me into trouble.

"Yeah?" She asked, shaking her ass up and down in a tight, rippling twerk. "You gonna fuck me like a bitch, Daddy?"

I groaned, and after wetting my cock with the lips of Jenna's dripping cunny, I held her still and slipped my prick into her snatch, giving her the fucking a sexy bitch deserved. Afterward, she said, "Get down like I was."

"What?" I asked.

"On your knees." Jenna stood beyond the edge of the bed with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked sweet and innocent as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her shoulders front to back. "Tell me how it feels to be on all fours."

"You're kidding," I said, sitting up in the center of my bed. "I'm not doing that."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes!"

It took some more convincing and some bratty pouting, but eventually, I found myself on my knees at the edge of my bed with my feet and shins hovering in the air. After several pushes against my spine, I dropped onto my hands, and after several nudges against the insides of my thighs, I spread my knees for her. God damn it, but it felt weird to be in that position.

"How's it feel?" Jenna asked, putting her hands on my ass cheeks.

"As you said," I whispered, "vulnerable." I shivered. "Exposed. Open. Like I'm surrendering myself to you."

"Mm-hmm," Jenna whispered. "When I do it, it makes me so wet. Your cock is getting hard again."

I laughed as my dick turned rigid while hanging below me, the head angled toward the bedspread beneath me. I felt big, with a rubber-like hardness that could yield but not bend.

"Do you like the taste of my asshole?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "Why?"

"I want to try something that I saw online." She spoke in a quiet voice, not a whisper, just quiet. "Something dirty."

A chill ran through me as Jenna slid her hands down my ass and over the backs of my thighs. Her right hand slid to my balls, ringed them, stretched them, which made goosebumps dot my skin, then she continued forward and gripped my cock. Her left hand replaced her right hand on my sack, and a cold ripple of adrenaline resonated through my body. My precum dripped, and Jenna collected it with her fingers and jerked the sticky fluid over my dick.

"I can get on my back and--"

Jenna's breath warmed my asshole right before the tip of her tongue pressed against the smoothness of my rim. After that, I grabbed onto my bedspread, turned my mind off, and allowed Jenna to take me to new, unimagined heights of pleasure. The one thought I had was: Mom would love doing this to me... if I made her.

Since Sunday was our last day together, we spent the morning fooling around, talking, and eating in my room. We were wondering if we should shower when Mom knocked on my door. I knew it was Mom because while Dad was allowing me to have fun with my girlfriend, he didn't want to come anywhere near us.

"Come in," I said after Jenna, and I pulled on a pair of shorts, and Jenna pulled a blanket over her breasts.

My door opened enough for Mom to stick her head in. She looked around, inhaled deeply, and said, "Open your windows and let the air conditioner, or a fan, run through here." She shook her head, and her gaze shifted from me to Jenna and back to me. "I'm going to spend my day getting ahead of next week's workload." She gave me a serious look. "But I want you two to take a shower. It smells like"--her stare slid from me and focused on Jenna--"pussy in here." Mom pulled her head from the room and shut the door.

"God," Jenna said, her cheeks turning pink and getting rosier by the second. "Why does your mom have to be so blunt? Does she hate me now?"

I shook my head and crawled onto my bed, pushing down my shorts. "She'll never hate you," I said. "But you're another woman having sex in her home. Imagine how that feels?"

Jenna shrugged, then she frowned and said, "Oh, no.... What do you think my dad's going to say when we fuck at my house?"

"I don't care what he says," I said, sighing and pulling the blanket from Jenna's body. "Mom wants us to shower, but I think that we can get a little dirtier before we do, don't you?"

"Your Mom," Jenna said. "She's not my mom."

"But if she were, I'd fuck you anyway."

"Ooh," Jenna hummed, puckering her lips and narrowing her eyes. "You're nasty."

We spent the last hour before she had to go home making slow, passionate love. We didn't rush. We didn't experiment. We didn't see what felt good. We shut our mouths, ended the dirty talk, and I stroked her pussy channel with long thrusts, using my entire cock to massage her insides. Jenna came several times, her last orgasm shaking her body as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. We had five minutes to spare by the time we had finished coming.

Six o'clock came, and Mom knocked on my door as Jenna's phone rang. Her dad was on the other end of that call. She showered by herself, and I followed, then I walked her to her house next door. We kissed before she went inside, and I went back home to rest, but mentally, I prepared myself to fool around with Mom should the moment come. But the moment didn't come. Mom went to bed with Dad even though he had taken his sleeping pill early in the night. I thought about texting my mother, and I thought about getting her and dragging her to my room, but in the end, I decided that I'd rest for the night and see her in the morning. We had agreed that our affair would go on, hadn't we?

My mind spun as I fell asleep. My mother was no virgin. My mother was looking for casual sex with someone she loved. My mother wanted adventure and everything that she wasn't getting from Dad. Mom wants you to make her do things. That was my last thought before I fell asleep. When I woke, my first thought was, All right, Mom, I'm going to make you do things today--naughty things.

* * * * *

It took me several minutes to decide if I wanted to go downstairs naked or clothed. That was a hard choice, but I stripped down to nothing, took a soapy shower, dried myself, and I didn't put anything on as I headed downstairs. It was past eight in the morning, and I had heard the soft rumble of the garage door opening and closing, so I knew my father had left for work.

Would Mom be naked?

I hoped so.

Had Jenna's visit hurt feelings?

I hoped not, but I mean, I think I knew... it must have.

Did Mom remember our drunken fuck on the couch after I had taken Jenna's virginity? My shoulders tightened, and my heart sped up as I headed downstairs, taking each step one at a time and using slow, heavy movements. Please, Mom, I thought, no drama.

Mom wasn't in the living room, so I turned right at the stairs, swung around one-hundred and eighty degrees, and walked straight to the kitchen through the shortcut hallway. My cock, hanging heavy on my sack, thickened with each step. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat swelled. What kinds of thoughts were running through my mother's head?

I stepped into the kitchen and walked straight to the marble island. Mom sat at the breakfast table as she always did in the mornings, reading the paper as the sun shined through windows and sprinkled her in brightness. She looked clean--angelic--her skin glowed, and the color of her makeup held a subtle, yet vibrant, beauty. She had done her hair up in a bun again, but with long strands hanging down her back. They looked unintentional but were too stylish not to be on purpose. An off-the-shoulder satin crop top covered her body, stopping just below her breasts, and a small pair of tight, satin boyshorts hugged her lower body.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you remember not to wear your panties?"

The right side of Mom's lips twitched, pulling into a smile that she quickly hid. She ruffled her paper, set it down, and turned toward me. Mom scooted her butt to the edge of her seat and spread her knees wide. With her left hand, she reached down to the right side of her crotch, curled her fingers into the leghole, and pulled the fabric to the left. The sun-golden meat of her pussy came into view, her folds pressed together, looking thick and tasty and making my cock go fully hard between one moment and the next.

"Good," I said.

Mom fixed her shorts. "Now that you have your teen pussy to play with, I guess you don't need to make me do anything anymore."

I hoped this was a game.

"That's not true."

"How so?"

"I only get Jenna from Friday evening to Sunday evening," I said. "If I try to touch her any time before or after, her dad might throw another fit."

"Maybe."

"And," I said, "there are things that I can make you do that Jenna won't do."

"Dirty things?" Mom asked, dropping her chin and giving me a big, doe-eyed pout.

"Too dirty for a teenager."

"Like what?"

"Come over here; I'll show you."

Mom stood and walked toward me, her body taller but smaller than Jenna's. She had more grace and less bounce--less shape--though my cock throbbed just as hard for her body as it had for Jenna's. An ache pulsed through my balls, and the image of my testicles filling with cum shot through my mind. Cum for my mother, I thought, and she was going to get every sticky drop of it.

My hands came up as Mom reached me. I put my right hand behind her neck, and my left hand found her side and slipped around and down, pushing beneath her satin shorts and riding the crack of her ass to the cleft between her thighs. Mom gasped as I cupped her soft pussy from behind, finding her clam damp and the slot between her lips sticky with dew.

"You're already ready for me," I whispered, looking into Mom's eyes as the underside of my cock settled against her stomach.

"Like a good slut," Mom whispered. Her eyes searched mine. "Am I good slut for you?"

"The best," I said, my words coming out with a groan as I pressed my lips to my mother's. Our mouths melded together, sliding and turning, then our tongues slipped forward and touched. Wetness greeted me as I pushed my tongue into my mom's mouth.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom moaned as I sawed my fingers through her pussy lips. She grunted and rose to her toes as I hooked my middle and ring fingers into her snatch and pulled her upward. After several minutes of pussy stroking, I lifted her into the air, my fingers still inside her. Mom spread her legs, circling them around my waist and trapping my cock between her pussy and my stomach. She locked her ankles together, and my fingers stayed buried in her muff, only deeper than before, her wet folds turning mushy beneath my touch.

"Like that, slut?" I asked, my lips moving against hers as the underside of my shaft pressed against her clit.

"Yeah," Mom moaned, her face trembling as I massaged her insides with my digits. "What things are you gonna make me do, baby?" Mom bit her lower lip as she ground her clit against my cock with side-to-side hip motions as I stroked her from behind. "Dirty things? Nasty things? Naughty things?"

"Very," I whispered, licking a vertical line across her lips. "Come on."

I carried Mom out of the kitchen and through the living, putting her on our couch. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them from her body, the effort pulling her legs straight into the air. Mom crossed her arms and took hold of her shirt's hem, taking it off as her small feet fell to the floor. She tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and looked up at me with a wild smile on her face and a playful light in her eyes.

"I want you to eat my asshole." My heartbeat rose, knocking against the underside of my chest with a beat that sent chills throughout my body. "Jenna did it yesterday."

"The little slut," Mom whispered.

"It felt great," I said, "but there was a lot of laughter involved. She's too young to take it seriously."

"I can do better, baby," Mom said, scooting to the edge of the couch. "I promise."

Jesus, I thought. Mom loves this. How had she kept this side of her suppressed for so many years?

"Show me," I said.

"Sit down, baby," Mom said, sliding off the couch onto her knees.

I sat, and Mom placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed. I sank back. She grabbed me behind my knees and pulled, and I slid my butt toward the edge of the couch. She urged my legs up, and I lifted them. A strange sensation passed through--this position was weird--and a light, hollow buzz swam through my limbs, making them want to shake. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as I held my legs up, back, and wide, giving my mother's mouth access to my cock, balls, and asshole.

I'm not going to do this position often, I thought as Mom's tongue pressed against the bottom of my scrotum and licked upward. I moaned as my face twitched with pleasure. Mom's tongue traveled up my sack, around it, then up it again, not stopping until she rolled her mouth over my glans and took my mushroom tip into the warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, shit," I moaned.

"Mmm," Mom answered with a thick and wet accent.

I kept my eyes closed and my legs up, thinking, Pornstars do this all the time; it's no big deal! Meanwhile, moans left my lips as my mother covered my cock and balls in her drool and jerked me off at the same time. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, on my cock, on my balls, the inside of my thighs and lower, finding my asshole and taking my rim for a ride as she jerked off my wet prick. She used a featherlike touch on my backdoor, then wiggled her lingual muscle against my asshole, then feathered me again--her intensity bringing tingles to my skin. The tip of my dick started to itch with the need to come.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned.

"Yeah, baby," Mom whispered, her lips never leaving my skin. "You're making Mommy do dirty things, baby. Making me lick your ass like this...." And she licked my ass, my toes curling, and my fingertips digging into my skin. "What would your father think?"

I gasped.

Mom never tried to replace her finger with her tongue--I would have freaked out--and her tongue proved to be more than enough to get my pulse racing. My balls tightened within minutes, and that swirling itch of pleasure continued to dance atop the tip of my prick. I wanted to grab my knob and squeeze. Mom jerked me faster as my cock swelled, and her other hand rose to massage my balls in a caress that made me whimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I moaned, my voice trembling and the darkness behind my eyelids exploding with color. I dug my fingertips into the backs of my knees. "Mom, fuck. I'm gonna come hard, Mom. Fuck, Mom. Fuck-fuck-fuck--Mom!"

"Umm," Mom uttered as she took the head of my cock between her lips and sealed them shut. She never stopped jerking me off or rolling my balls within her fingers. I came, the cum within me seemed to explode from my tip, and Mom sucked it down, drinking it fast and quick. The sounds of her throat gulping down my jizz filled my ears.

I released my legs as my body turned to liquid. Only my orgasm remained, and it continued until I had no pleasure left within my body to give, leaving me an empty husk that could only tremble. As I lay panting and trying to regain my breath, I opened my eyes. Mom had stood, and she was smiling down at me as burning embers backlit the green of her eyes.

"I didn't just get ahead of my work yesterday," Mom whispered with a hungry tremor. "I finished today's work completely." She turned and started to walk away. "I'll be upstairs. Your room or mine?"

"Mine," I said as my pulse slowed and my breathing calmed. "Always mine during the day, where you belong."

Mom uttered a throaty, excited laugh and went upstairs. I sat on the couch, thinking about what naughty, nasty, and kinky things I should make my mother do next.

* * * * *

I didn't have many options when it came to getting kinkier with my mother. I didn't own any toys, straps, restraints, plugs, or dildos--dildos! I went upstairs, turning to the right and walking to my mother's room as my cock stayed semi-hard against my sack. Inside, I looked in her bedside drawer, where her dildo lay next to a palm-sized bottle of lube. I grabbed them. Before leaving her room, I stopped and looked at my parents' bed and their bedside drawers.

So much trust between my parents, I thought. As the words lingered in my mind, a chill ran down my spine. Did I count as a betrayal? No. A mother can't cheat on her husband with her son, right? Yeah, right.

I turned and left the room. Whether it was a betrayal or not, I wasn't going to stop, and if one day I discovered my own son fucking his mother or even my mother, I'd say, "Way to go, son. Way to go."

"What the hell is wrong with me," I said as I reached my bedroom.

Mom hadn't closed the door. She was on my bed, near the edge, standing on her knees with her hair atop her head, held by two braids that seemed to have no end as they swam through her sunlight hair. How long had I been downstairs? She had grabbed two of my belts. One lay crosswise on the bed in front of her knees. She had folded the body over itself the way a pissed-off father might before he threatened to spank his daughter, and the other she had wrapped around her neck like a leash, the long end pulled forward and hanging over her left shoulder.

"Well," Mom whispered, looking at the dildo in my hand. "What have you come here to make your mother do now?"

I sighed as I dropped my eyes between my mother's legs. She was standing with her knees spread, and the point of her blonde pussy glistened, ending in a wet, pink line that the sunlight pouring through my bedroom windows lit from behind.

"Everything," I said and walked forward with my heart thumping and my cock swelling.

Our mouths met, our tongues danced, and I dropped onto the comforter in front of the belt laid out in front of my mother's knees. My right hand grabbed onto Mom's makeshift leash and pulled, not hard, but Mom reacted as if I had.

"Uh," she groaned, tilting her head back and arching her spine as she pushed her hips forward. I pressed my lips harder against hers, and I brought my left hand forward, cupping her silky pussy and pushing my middle finger into the dewy slickness between her cunny lips.

"Have you been a bad girl, Mom?" I asked, the words pouring out of me with no thought behind them. "Has my mother been bad?"

"Yes," Mom whispered, nodding her head and looking up at me. Her eyes looked big and glazed, as though she were drunk, and her movements had a slow sensuality that reminded me of walking in a dream. "I have."

My cock rose from my sack, turning rock-hard and pushing into my mother's stomach. Mom's hands came up, grabbing my shaft, one atop the other, and she started a double-fisted jerk over my cock. I looked down, moaning, and so did she, opening her mouth. Her spit landed atop my knob a second later, and her hands rolled over it, pulling the saliva down my shaft toward my balls. Mom jerked me fast and hard, producing sticky-wet music as she drooled more of her spit over my prick.

"Ah, you fucking slut," I moaned.

"Yeah," Mom said in a rough voice. "I'm a dirty, naughty slut who needs a spanking."

I laughed, thinking, I was getting to that! But what I said was, "You've needed a spanking for a long time, haven't you?"

"Too long, baby." Mom's words trembled. "It's been at least eighteen fucking years since your father last hit me."

"Hit?"

"Spanked," Mom whispered, "but it sounds so fucking hot to say 'hit.'"

I nodded my head as I slid a second finger into my mother's slippery muff. She was so soft and warm on the inside, and the deeper I went, the slicker and hotter her insides grew. There was another world within my mother's pussy, made of tenderness and gooiness and elastic softness that made me tingle down to my very soul.

"Get on all fours," I ordered in a harsh whisper.

Mom pouted, but she let go of my cock and turned to her left, dropping down onto her hands in front of me. I pulled her leash, first to my right, then forward and away from me, having to stretch my arm and lean my upper body over my mother. The belt loop tugged on her neck, and she turned away from me, crawling around and forward until she had presented me with her little feet, her sexy pussy, and her small ass.

I dropped to my knees, my instincts taking over. Mom's small feet seemed spotless. My mouth descended, my tongue came out, and I watched--a silent observer--as I placed the tip against the sole of Mom's foot and licked upward.

"Ooh," Mom gasped, her words light, airy, and trembling.

I licked her foot again, concentrating on the center, and Mom's entire body trembled. I grabbed her foot, lifting it, her knee bending, and I took several of her toes into my mouth. (Thank god Mom kept her floors in pristine condition.)

"Shit," Mom hissed. "Oh, baby, no, they're so sensitive--oh my god!"

I devoured her toes, sucking on each little nub, moving my tongue across their length, and licking between each one. As I wet them, I moved my thumbs over the soles of her feet, massaging her, and Mom's body shook with every push across her skin. I kept my eyes open, looking at her feet and upward, between her legs, where her pussy pulsed whenever I licked, sucked, or massaged her extra hard. I went from one foot to the other, making sure to give each foot the tender care it deserved. Mom whimpered and gasped the entire time. The longer I did this, the wetter her pussy became until a thick sheen of honey left her pussy crease bright pink and glossy and ready for some thick and meaty family cock.

"Bring your feet together," I said as I stood, but I didn't rise all the way. I kept my knees bent, and when Mom's heels touched, as did her toes, I took my cock and slipped it between the narrow, oval gap between the inner sides of her tiny feet.

"Oh," Mom rasped. "You've become a nasty fucker, Mark. Nasty, nasty, nasty, fucking my feet like that."

I don't think I'd ever heard her voice sound so rushed before.

I fucked her feet for a little while, saying, "I'm going to come on these tiny beauties one day, and you're going to lick them clean."

Mom moaned, and her shoulders and back contorted as a shiver trembled through her body. I gave her feet several more strokes before I straightened and grabbed the second belt from the bed. I held the belt just under its midway point, still folded in half, making it easier to swing. Mom tensed, and when I grabbed the leash around her neck and pulled, forcing her neck and back to arch, she dug her fingers hard into the comforter beneath her.

"How bad have you been, Mom?" I gave the belt-whip several light practice swings off to the side. Mom tried to turn her head to the right. "How bad?"

"Very bad," Mom gasped. "I've teased my son until he couldn't take it. Until he had no choice but to put his bid, incest dick in me." She moaned. "I'm an incest whore, Mark. I'm a family fucker. A son sucker. I've been so--ah!"

The belt snapped against her right ass cheek. A red mark appeared across her flesh. I hadn't hit her hard, and I didn't plan to, but I had hit her harder than I had meant.

"Oh, baby," Mom moaned as if she had just come. "Spank me again."

I brought the belt up so that the folded loop landed on my right shoulder, then I snapped it down. Mom yelped as a white line formed across her cheek. It quickly turned red. I spanked her again. A growl left Mom's lips, almost a bark. I lifted my left arm high, stopped only by Mom's leash, and I brought the belt across my body and to my left, spanking my mother's other ass cheek.

"Baby," Mom whined. "Oh, baby, spank me harder--harder!"

An ache ran through my cock as my stiffness nearly snapped in two.

I spanked my mother harder.

She whined.

"Play with your pussy," I whispered. "You're going to come while I punish you."

"Oh, yeah," Mom gasped. "Make your mother come with that belt."

And so I did.

Mom's left hand appeared between her legs, her fingers pressing into her soft muff. First, she gathered her juices, then she banged her pussy with her middle and ring fingers, pushing her pussy lips inward as she dipped into her softness. I rained blows upon her ass, light ones, hard ones, stiff ones, stinging ones, loud ones, and everything between. Mom's pussy gushed. She spread her knees wide, lowering her body, and I slackened my grip on her leash. She planted her forehead on the bed and went at her pussy with both hands, diddling her clit while she slid several digits into the pink cleft between her legs. Her lips bulged, and her asshole spasmed--her moans came in harsh, animalistic grunts. When Mom came, she cried, squirting her cum onto my bed as my leather belt snapped against her ass again and again.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck," Mom panted, falling to the bed as I let go of the leash.

I had reddened her ass, but I hadn't left welts. She probably wouldn't mind, I thought, but I preferred my mother's skin smooth.

"Oh, fuck, baby boy," Mom said, sighing and crawling up the bed. "What's next?"

I swallowed, having to work my lips before I managed to say, "Your virgin asshole."

* * * * *

"Oh, oh, ooh, oh," Mom moaned into the pillow beneath her face. My mother--my fucking mother--lay naked in the center of my bed, with one thick pillow beneath her hips and stomach, propping her ass into the air and another beneath her face, unable to muffle her moans. "Ohhhhh--fuck!" I had removed her leash from around her neck.

"That's it, Mom, take it," I whispered.

Mom's ass shined with her lube. I had gotten carried away, pouring the thick liquid in her crack and around her cheeks and down between her thighs, making her swollen pussy folds glisten. She had her legs spread wide, her knees out to the side in a frog squat. I was kneeling between her calves, with my left hand rubbing her pussy as I pumped my middle finger in and out of her virgin asshole.

My finger looked huge as it pushed her little pucker inward. Her wrinkled rosebud didn't want to give, and the rubbery muscles refused to relax. Even with the lube, the tight seal of her anal ring around my digit felt like it was going to crush my finger. I couldn't wait to get my cock into her, but first, I had to loosen up my mother's butt.

"That good, Mom?"

"Oh, fuck," Mom moaned. "It's so... so... so god damn good."

I eased my middle finger into her ass up to the second knuckle and wiggled it around. Mom purred as I rubbed the sides of her hot anus. The sensation came from her anal ring and where my fingertip brushed her insides, but there was nothing gripping the length of my digit within her ass. I pushed into the last knuckle, mashing my closed fingers against her cheeks, and I felt something rubbery touch my fingertip. I pulled my finger out and pushed back in. Out and in. Out and in--Mom groaning--and then I finger-fucked my mother's rear passage as fast as I could.

"Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh," Mom panted, her yelps coming so close together they were almost one word. "Holy fuck, Mark--god!"

I slowed down.

Mom sighed.

I sped up.

Mom gasped.

I straightened my forefinger and eased it against Mom's lubed-up asshole alongside my middle digit.

"Oh, no, baby, no," Mom groaned, but she never used the word stop.

I ringed her pucker with the tip of my finger, gathering the extra lube that made her skin shine. I eased the tip between my middle finger and her sphincter and found that there was no room to get inside her anus. I prodded my mother's asshole, pushing the rubbery skin inward and easing it to the side so slowly that I could see her sphincter expand.

"Uh, ooh, umm-uh," Mom continued to utter, her body moving beneath me in a continuous wave.

Slowly, so fucking slowly--it seemed as though I was moving backward through time. The tip of my forefinger crawled across Mom's pucker-flesh and wriggled its way past the rubbery gate of her rosebud.

I sighed.

Mom groaned.

"That's my girl," I whispered in Mom's ear, kissing her and licking her lobe. "That's my mom. Take it, slut. Take it like a good whore."

"Yeah," Mom growled, biting her lip and pushing her ass against my fingers. "I'm your good whore, baby. I--fuck--always will be!"

Between the two of us, we eased my forefinger into her ass alongside my middle finger, and I started a slow-drilling ass-poke through the tightness of her butthole. While I massaged my mother's pucker, I ran my left hand over her body, caressing her back and shoulders, her butt cheeks, and then slipping my hand beneath her to massage her little breasts. Inside of her ass, I wiggled my digits, finding the sides of her anal walls and rubbing her hard. Mom uttered her loudest moans when I thrust quickly along her butt-ring. The constant friction against her backdoor had her breathing hard, spreading her legs, and clawing at my bedspread.

"Up, Mom," I whispered when I found out that trying to reach her pussy while lying atop her put too much weight on her slender body. "Get up on your knees for me."

I planted my left hand on the bed and pushed myself upward. I didn't take my fingers from my mother's asshole. Mom pushed herself up, raising herself to her knees, her backward momentum fucking her butt onto my fingers down to their last knuckles.

"Shit," Mom groaned, turning her head to the side. She had her eyes closed, and her face wore a mask of intense concentration. "Oh, god, that's so fucking good." She spoke through gritted teeth.

"Dad needs to know what he's missing," I whispered.

"Convince him, baby," Mom whispered back.

I stood on my knees, looking down at my mother's ass and the hole between her cheeks, stuffed with two of my fingers. Sweat and oil glistened across her shoulders, back, ass, and thighs, making her golden skin shine. I reached around Mom's side with my left hand and cupped one of her smallish breasts, giving it a firm squeeze that made her hiss before I pulled her into a standing position on her knees. I had my two fingers in her ass with my palm facing upward and my fingers fish-hooking her butthole while I slid my left hand up to her throat and pulled her close to my body--then I started jabbing her starfish hard.

For the next several minutes, Mom and I humped our bodies together, using my two fingers as a substitute cock for her asshole while my prick rubbed against her oiled back. Mom reached up and back over my shoulders, locking her fingers together behind my neck. Her back arched, and her little titties pointed upward, their slopes ending in two pink nipples puckered as tightly as possible, begging for a sucking.

"Make me fucking come, baby," Mom growled. "Oh, fuck--mmm--make Momma come!"

"You've earned it," I whispered in her ear before I licked it. Mom shuddered. I dropped my left hand down her front, stopping long enough to play with her tits and nipples, then moving down her stomach and over her mound. I laid my palm against her blonde pubic hairs and cupped the upper half of her pussy with my fingers, laying my middle finger along her clitoral hood with the tip pressing into her clit, turning it in soft circles.

"Oh, oh, oh--oh, fuck," Mom whimpered as I matched the rhythm of my ass-fucking fingers to my clit-strumming digits.

It didn't take long for Mom to come.

"Mark, baby, oh, no," Mom whispered. Her noises turned to whines, then sobs. "It's--oh, no--too intense, baby. Oh, fuck, I can't, I can't"--she shook her head as she babbled nonsense to me--"I can't take it. Baby, no, please--oh-oh-oh--oh, fuck!"

Mom came hard. Her asshole tightened around my digits, threatening to pinch them off. Her body trembled with electric shocks, and her breasts heaved. I thought she was about to hyperventilate. I held her close, digging my fingers into her butthole, getting deep, and touching her in places a son should never touch his mother. I held Mom tightly as she whimpered through her orgasm, the hand on her clit stroking her jewel faster and harder and forcing her through several more body-shaking orgasms, one atop the other, and leaving her limp in their aftermath.

"Please stop," Mom sobbed, panting hard in a shaking voice. She had her eyes closed, and her hands had fallen to her sides. Mom would have fallen onto her face if my left arm hadn't have been around her body. "Please?"

"Okay, Mom," I whispered as she cried beneath me. "But not for long."

* * * * *

I let my mother rest for a couple of minutes, washing my hands--though they were clean--before I turned her onto her back and rested her head on a pillow. I grabbed another pillow and slid it under her ass, propping her pussy into the air. I didn't know why--maybe I did--but I wanted to see my mother's face when I slid my big dick into her virgin butt. Would her expression match the one my father had seen when he had taken her virginity?

Mom watched me as I spread her legs and ran my hands over the insides of her slick thighs. She didn't say a word. If she was curious about what I had planned, I couldn't tell. She just watched me like a mother would watch her son as he tried to figure out how to play with a new toy.

I massaged her breasts as I scooted between her thighs, stopping when my knob pressed into the softness of her pussy lips. Her wet crease sunk inward as my crown opened her petals. Mom uttered a low moan as I slipped the tip into her pussyhole, pushing her meat aside without hesitation.

"You like that, Mom?" I asked as I pulled my hips back.

"Yeah," Mom said, moaning as I pushed several inches of my cock into the heat between her legs.

"You're so fucking creamy." I slid my hands down her ribs and grabbed onto her sides. I spread my knees, lowering my ass toward the bed. "So fucking creamy for my cock."

"That's what happens when sons fuck their mothers, baby."

This woman drove me nuts.

"Did you like my fingers in your ass?" I squeezed her sides hard and gave my mother an extra hard thrust, making her grimace. She grabbed onto my wrist and held me tight. "Are you ready to take my big dick up your little asshole?"

Mom bit her bottom lip and shook her head from side to side. That sent a jolt of pleasure through my dick, but it was my mother's eyes that made me tingle. She was looking into me, deeply, the weight of her desire filling her gaze with hunger.

"Tell me you're my whore," I said.

"I'm your whore," Mom whispered.

"My slut."

"I'm your--uh--slut."

"I can do anything I want to you?"

"Uh, mmm, oh, shit," Mom panted as I fucked her harder and faster. "Anything. You can do anything you want to me, baby. Oh, god. You can fuck me anytime--oh--anywhere--uh--in any fucking hole!"

Mom's titties bounced with my every thrust, moving across her chest so fast they were almost a blur. Her head slid across the pillow, and I had to pull her back onto my cock to keep from fucking her off my shaft.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, suck it," I said, pulling out and climbing up my mother's body. She grabbed my cock, opened her mouth in a wide "O," and took my dick between her lips. She bobbed her head fast, slurping on my dick, and then I pulled out and slid back down to her pussy, fucking her tender clam before pulling out and going back to her mouth. I kept this up for a while, making Mom lick my shaft and balls--making her deep throat my meat, and this time she didn't gag. It wasn't until I was about to come that I pulled my cock from her mouth, though she chased the tip, then pouted as I dove between her legs with my mouth and fingers. I licked her snatch until she came again. When her cum had dripped down to her asshole, I moved back up her body and pressed my big mushroom tip against her sweet, little divot.

Mom grabbed my wrists. I didn't need to grab onto my cock to help guide it into Mom's ass. I was so fucking hard I could have crushed diamonds with my knob, and Mom's little butthole had suction-cupped me up against its tiny opening. Her cheeks closed around my glans, the wetness sucking me inward as the thickness of my head pressed against her rim. Mom's ass cheeks flexed, massaging my crown and sending rings of pleasure down the sides of my mushroom and along my shaft, down into my balls.

"God damn, Mom," I panted, "your asshole feels like heaven."

"Come on, baby," Mom dared me, "fuck it. You're not even past the gates yet. Fuck your Mom's ass, you dirty little shit. Fuck your dick into heaven."

I growled and pushed my hips forward as I pulled down on my mother's sides. An explosion of friction rolled over my glans. I gasped from deep within my chest as Mom groaned out a loud, "Ohhhhhhhhh," that didn't seem to end. Her butthole resisted, trying to stay shut, then it pulsed, and the rubberiness of her sphincter widened around my spongy crown. Mom's eyes and mouth opened wide, and it looked like she tried to say something, but nothing came out. I'll never forget her face, but then Mom's butthole tried to crush my glans, bringing me back into the moment. I flexed my cock, spurting a long stream of precum into her anus.

"This is so fucking good," I growled. I felt like I was going to piss my cum into her when I finally reached my nut. There would be no torrent or river but one continuous stream of thick, creamy jizz that would paint the inside of my mother's asshole white with heat.

Mom answered me by groaning again as her butthole expanded fractions of a fraction of an inch at a time. Even with the lube, her butthole took its time sliding over my knob. When her rear had finally swallowed my cock beyond its corona, I whimpered as her sphincter tightened around my head, seeming to squeeze out buzzing wads of pleasure from my prick. I had to fight to keep from blowing my load up her butt right then and there.

"Jesus, baby," Mom said, breathing hard. "Fuck, that stretch feels sooooo fucking good." She uttered a strangled grunt. "This really does hurt so fucking good."

I let go of her left side, swung my right hand out, and brought it back, spanking the side of my mother's small ass.

"Ah," Mom yelped.

"Yeah, baby," I said, spanking her again and caressing her cheek after. "You deserve it."

Mom looked up at me with a new fire in her eyes that I'd call worship.

I took a deep breath. Mom stared at me, focused and intense, and I pulled out a fraction and pushed back in. Mom sucked in her tummy and dropped her chin to her chest, growling through closed lips as she gave me a how dare you do this to me stare that only made my next thrust into her asshole harder. Mom arched her back, pushing her tits upward as she dropped her head. I pulled out and pushed in, her butthole widening around my shaft while trying to pinch my cock flat. I let go of Mom's sides and dropped over her body, catching myself on my elbows then pressing my chest against Mom's sweat-glistening tits.

"How bad do you want your son's cock?" I whispered, looking into my mother's eyes as her nostrils flared.

Her hands grabbed my sides and slid downward, not stopping until she had my ass in her hands. She licked a vertical line over my lips, then nipped at me--the expression on her face was one of angry lust and primal need. She looked ready for a fight and a fuck.

"Do it," Mom whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck my butt. Fuck your mother's butt." Mom pressed her lips against mine. "I want your big dick all the way up my little ass."

I growled, returning her kiss as I slipped my left hand beneath her shoulder and under her head. My right hand slid down her side and around her thigh, grabbing onto her ass cheek. I slipped my fingers into her crack, the tips touching her rim and the sides of my cock.

I thrust my hips forward, sinking my cock into my mother's butt down to my balls.

"Uhhhhh," Mom grunted; the sound was low and guttural.

I pulled out, the lube helping me slide through pucker despite her asshole spasming around my prick. When just the head lay nestled in the viselike grip of Mom's asshole, I held still, trembling at the tight constricting torturing my glans.

"Fast, baby," Mom whimpered. "Do it fast. Oh, fuck, it feels better when you fuck my butt fast."

I slid back into my mother's rectum.

"Uh," she grunted.

My cock slid into the emptiness of her rear passage, but where her sphincter gripped my cock, there was nothing but her asshole's tightness and an unreal constriction. My balls slapped into Mom's butt, spanking her. She yelped as my cock hit something soft and deep within her hole, pushing it inward. I pulled out and pushed back in, out, then in, moving faster, soon giving her only a few inches of my dick at a time but always tickling her little asshole with constant movement.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom moaned.

I humped my cock hard into her ass.

"Uh," she grunted.

Then fast and shallow again.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom moaned.

Hard and deep.

"Uh," Mom grunted.

I kept that up, fucking her shallow and fast, then hard and deep, her moans turning into grunts then back to moans. We kissed, pressing our lips together and making our tongues dance. Her littlish titties rubbed my chest as our bodies danced together. I squeezed her ass with my right hand and moved my left hand to the top of her head, holding her in place as my thrusting grew faster and longer, quicker and deeper, but never harder. Never too hard, anyway.

When that long-awaited tingling swirled around my balls, I panted in Mom's ear, "I can never make Jenna do this, Mom. Only you. Only you could handle my big dick in your ass."

"Baby," Mom moaned, "you make me do such nasty fucking things. Oh, you little shit. You little shit!"

"Play with your pussy for me." I sped up my thrusting, but I kept my strokes shallow so that my glans constantly passed in and out of her back door. "I want you to come when I come. Fuck, I need you to come with me."

Mom reached between our bodies with her right hand. The backs of her fingers brushed my pubes, and I felt her digits circle her clit. Mom's face tensed, then broke, her lips twitching in that grimace of beautiful agony as she punished her love-nub with pleasure.

From deep within my core, my orgasm rumbled to life. I closed my eyes and held my mother tight to my body, hugging her hard as I fucked my knob through the grip of her backdoor. Mom whimpered and whined as her asshole spasmed. My body tensed, then shook, first in my thighs, then working its way up to my balls. Around my glans, a throb began, turning into a thick pulse that needed relief. I raced toward my orgasm, gasping for breath against my mother's neck. Mom wrapped her legs around me, crying out for a moment before she raised her head and bit me hard on the shoulder.

"Fuck!" I growled against her as my balls released their cum.

My world turned black as every nerve ending within my body came to life before exploding and turning me into a shivering mass of bliss. I pushed my prick all the way up my mother's butt, stretching her depths inward. She bit me harder, though her cries of ecstasy still escaped in ragged breaths from between her teeth. We came together, holding each other close and moving our bodies through the aftershocks of our pleasure. I don't know how long I came for--forever and yet not long enough, but eventually, I found myself lying next to my mother, holding her hand and breathing hard as I struggled to regain my breath.

"I'm going to make you do that again," I said when I could talk again.

"The hell you are," she said, laughing.

I laughed, saying, "Every Monday, for the rest of your life."

Mom laughed.

"I mean it."

"Well," Mom whispered, "if you're going to make me...."

"No choice."

It wasn't until our breathing had finally calmed that Mom said, "Good."