Unspoken Pleasure

I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn’t have to jerk off.

Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, “I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn’t stop myself, baby. I couldn’t stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?”

By the time we returned home, I was ready to fuck again.

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***A Wild Family Night***

Once home, I said, “Mom, take off everything but your skirt and tennis shoes.”

“I have to work,” Mom pouted, but a burning light ignited in her eyes, and a drawn-out, sensual mask took over her features–defiant yet daring. “And our lunch is cold.”

“Take them off.”

“Make me, you little bastard,” Mom whispered with a tremor in her voice.

A chill ran through me the moment I heard the word bastard, and my poor, overworked cock started to rise like the champion that it was.

I dropped our to-go bag on the floor and walked toward my mother. Her lower lip trembled, then she turned and ran, dropping her black-bagged dildo on the floor. I caught her at the stairs, pushing her front side against the banister as I reached under her skirt. She fought me, but with little resistance, a slight push, a movement of her hips, but never trying to overpower me. She let me break down her struggle with bully-like persistence.

I held my mother around her waist with my left arm, my hand sliding under her shirt, then rising upward. I exposed her smooth stomach as I took her smallish, right tit in my palm and squeezed her flesh hard.

“Uh,” Mom grunted, sounding angry, though she pushed her ass against my dick, grinding her butt in a circle against me.

That’s one hot slut, I heard that scumbag’s voice from the strip club running through my skull.

That hot slut is mine, is how I had answered him, and just like when I had first said it, my heartbeat sped up as my blood warmed and heat rippled to the surface of my skin. I slid my right hand under Mom’s short, slutty tennis skirt, up the back of her right thigh to her naked ass cheek. I squeezed her firm crescent while lowering my mouth to her ear and breathing hard. Mom panted, breathing just as hard as I was. I moved my fingers to the side, digging her G-string out of her ass crack and tickling her asshole at the same time.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Ooh,” Mom whimpered, shuddering.

I closed my fingers around her floss-like G-string and the waistband at the top of her butt. Mom’s body moved snake-like against me as I said, “Some pervert who watched you fuck yourself called you a hot slut.” Mom shivered as my words caressed her ear. “I said you were my hot slut.”

“Mark,” Mom whined.

“Are you my hot slut, Mom, or do I have to make you my hot slut?”

“Make me your slut,” Mom gasped, her voice shaking with excitement. “Show your mother you own this pussy!”

I growled in Mom’s ear, taking her lobe between my teeth as I yanked hard on the triangular of string holding her panties together above her butt.

“Uh!” Mom grunted as the front of her panties tightened against her.

Resistance met my savage pull, lifting Mom’s hips upward until she stood on her toes, and then it was gone as her panties snapped in several places. “Yes!” Mom gasped as her G-string fell between her legs, and her waistband ripped in two, retreating to the front of her crotch. I tossed what was left of her panties behind me. I went for my pants and wrestled my cock from its cage as Mom’s slutty micro-string fell onto the steps below us.

My cock sprang free, still a little wet from Mom’s cummy juices that had melted from the heat beneath my jeans. I had never fucked my mother from behind before, and my heart swelled, thinking that the first time I was going to bend my mother over was when she had asked me to make her my slut.

Mom’s pussy lips kissed my knob, and her hot wetness filled my spongy tip with heat. Her soft folds pushed inward, the snug line of her slit spreading over my glans, and then her inner tightness fought me, engulfed me, and finally took my prick into her cream-filled tunnel.

“Oh, yeah,” I groaned as her pussy walls clenched my shaft, sucking on my pole and creating a slippery, velvet-like friction that tingled my glans. “That’s my pussy, Mom. Mine.”

“Uh-huh,” Mom moaned in a shaky voice. She raised her right leg to a higher step, opening her cunny to me, her lips spreading and leaving trails of honey around my swollen sausage. “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me!”

I buried my bone as deep as I could in Mom’s sopping wet furrow, spreading pussy meat and opening her body to her very soul. My knob hit the back of her, ground against something soft and wet and all too comfy. I pulled out, her lips chasing my shaft until I rammed my cock back into her cunt, driving the breath from her lungs.

Groans and grunts followed. “Uh, ah, uh, oh, uh, mmm, umm, ah, ah-fuck-shit-oh–oh, god!” We gasped in harmony with the naughty, wet squishy sounds my cock made as it churned her incestuous pussy cream into butter. Mom struggled again, her hands pulling at the rail, and after pulling out too far because I wanted to hammer her cunny hard, Mom escaped my cock and fell to the stairs. She crawled upward as I slipped back and down a step, catching myself as my eyes fell on the black bag hiding her dildo. I ran down the stairs with my cock bobbing, grabbed the bag, and turned back to Mom, who was still crawling up the stairs.

“Fuck,” I growled as I chased her, shucking my clothes and getting naked, taking her dildo out and holding its floppy silicone body in my hand.

Mom looked over her right shoulder, her eyes widening as she saw me, her naked son, marching toward her with a raging cock between his legs and another one in his hand. Mom doubled her efforts, her tennis skirts flopping up and down, giving me a peep show of her ass cheeks and asshole, the pink line of her clam dripping with juice. I reached her as her upper body hit the second-floor landing, but her knees were still two steps below the second floor.

Catching my mother, I wrapped my right arm around her waist and held her still, the dildo against her skin. Lining my cock up to her muff with my left hand, I pushed into her hole, her twat tunnel gripping me hard as I forced her pussy muscles to stretch and her channel to expand.

“God damn,” Mom grunted. Her voice sounded low and stressed as I filled her core with cock. “So fucking deep, baby.”

I pumped her pretty pussy several times, feeding her my sausage as her little oven-baked my flesh. Mom fucked me back, tried to run, then fucked me back again as I grabbed her long hair with my left hand, turning it into a flaxen ponytail. I used it to hold her in place by pulling her head up and back. I swung my right hand from around her waist and ran the head of the dildo between her cheeks. The knob touched my cock as I drenched the silicone in her cummy honey.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mom uttered, turning her head and fighting my hold on her hair. I brought the dildo around, going for my mother’s mouth, the crown touching her ear, then her cheek, sliding toward the corner of her lips, and she smacked it from my hand.

“Fuck,” I growled, going after the dildo as it fell onto the landing.