Gender: Male Age: 23 Location: U.S.A.
|Introduction: A dark time turns to light.|
The day was taking a turn for the worse towards the end of the funeral. The ceremony took place outside, and for the first hour the sky was dotted here and there with clouds, with the sun still shining triumphantly through. The cool breeze that whistled through the trees and grass was gone now, replaced with a dead calm. Looking up at the ominous sky, I knew without a doubt that it was going to storm before long. I didn’t mind. The storm matched my mood. That mood was somewhat brightened however when I saw my unexpected family.
The first time I caught sight of my mother, I was blown away. She still looked stunning at the relatively young age of 37, with a body kept tight and fit over the years from tennis (I learned later on), and a delicious tan to match with it. Her hair was a cascade of shoulder length dirty blonde hair. It may have been dark brown at one time but the sun had streaked it with gold, giving her a sexy, dirty look.
Ever after having 5 children her breasts were still amazing. They looked like double D’s, with little to no sag in them. She was wearing a tight black dress that left little to imagination. Her suntanned breasts were practically bursting out of there tight cage. The dress only came down to mid thigh, giving me a great view of her shapely golden legs that seemed to go forever. When she turned to whisper something to the person next to her, I got to see the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Even through the dress her firm ass seemed to beckon.
Standing at 5.9 and about 120 pounds from the looks of it my mother was a goddess. As if 1 was not enough for me, seated next to my mother were 4 more. While they all shared some features with my mother, they all looked unique in some way. I assumed that they were my 4 sisters.
The one seated closest to my mother was wearing a black dress with similar design to my mother. She was about 5.5, 100 pounds, and was at least as stunning as her mother. She had long dark auburn hair, a hint of dark red tinting it to make her hair look afire when the light went through it. Her hair seemed even longer than her mother’s, stretching down to the middle of her back. Compared to her mother, this sister had much paler, creamier skin. This seemed to be just as appealing to me as the tanned skin of my mother.
Seated next to her, was who appeared to be the youngest of the family. By the looks of it, she was about 16 or 17, and was standing at about 5.6 and looked to be about 100 pounds. She seemed to be almost a mix of her older sister and her mother. While she had pale creamy skin much like her older sister, she had very light, hay colored hair. It was hard to tell the true length of her hair because it was curly. When she tilted her head just right the sun shone through it making it look like spun gold.
Next to her was another stunning woman. Looking to be about 20 or 21, she looked very much like her mother, and yet at the same time strikingly different. She was extremely tan, even more so than her mother. She also appeared to be roughly the same height as her mother, sitting at about 5.7 at around 110 pounds. While she shared many features with her mother, she had a very different body. While her mother was very busty and curvy from head to toe, this sister was very slim. Her breasts looked to be B’s, but her ass looked to be much, much more tight. Judging from her firm body I would guess that she was a dancer, or maybe even a gymnast. Resting upon her cute nose rested a pair of small, black-rimmed glasses, giving her a sophisticated look.
Last but not least sat my final sister. She looked to be around the same age of the second sister, if not a little older. My guess would be around 18 years old, 5.4, and around 100 pounds. She had short, light brown hair, coming a little past her neck and a sexy little nose stud that shone in the light. She too was very tan, almost brown. She also seemed to have the most similar body to my mother out of all my sisters. She looked to have double D’s just like her mother, except my sister’s looked bigger. This may have been because of her smaller stature, but they still looked amazing. When she shifted slightly, I could see that her apple ass was fuller even than my mother’s luscious ass.
My mouth was dry by the time I had finished my initial inspection of the women that I would now have to live with.
We were all at my father’s funeral, who I had lived with for the last 20 years, the entirety of my life. My mother and father had divorced when I was only 3, so I never really got to know my mother or my sisters.
About a month ago, my father had a fatal heart attack. It had been a very shocking time for me. My father and I had shared an apartment for as long as I could remember; just me and him. Now the only family that I had known was suddenly gone from this world and I was left alone.
Only recently had I started thinking of my mother and my sisters that I had never known. About a week before the funeral I had received word from my mother that I could come and live with them after the funeral.
I was in complete shock after reading the letter. The thought of where I was going to live had not even crossed my mind yet.
At first I decided that in honor of my father I would refuse, still angry after all these years that my mother left me and my father to fend for ourselves. I had not realized that I had been angry with my mother for so long. After I calmed down and began to think rationally I decided that living with my mother was the best thing to do. My apartment was getting lonely without my dad, and I thought it would be nice to get to know the siblings that I had lost.
As I gazed at my mother all that pent up anger seemed to dissipate. It just seemed like a waste of energy and further, I really didn’t know the reason my mother left and decided then and there to leave judgment for someone who saw the whole picture.
It was the end of the funeral and people were now standing up and walking through the graveyard towards the parking lot. I rose and walked towards my father’s grave to give my final respects.
“You look just like your father did.” I heard from behind me.
Instead of turning around and answering right away, I took a moment to think on the first words my mother had spoken to me in 17 years.
I stood at roughly 6.1, and about 220 pounds. I was pretty fit myself, from working out every other day at the old apartment (not much else to do since my father worked a lot and I was home alone most afternoons), to playing backyard football and pickup games whenever I could. I had really dark brown hair, dark enough that from a distance it looked jet black. From the looks of it I apparently inherited the color from my mother’s side of the family. I had been too lazy to get a haircut, so my hair had grown out a little, to the point where the edges where getting wavy, also from my mother’s side. I had almond brown eyes, and I had been told that I had a great smile.
I slowly turned around and took in my mother up close. She had a concerned look on her face that made her look like she was pouting, her delicious red lips shining in the waning light. I hadn’t realized that it had gotten so late. I took a quick look down at the watch my father had left me to see that it was 7:34.
Looking up I saw that my mother was now accompanied by my sisters, standing close. At this proximity they looked even better.
“Come on Charles, it’s time to go home.” my mother said in almost a whisper.
I gave a slight nod and they all turned and began the trek to the parking lot, while I followed suit.
Guessing by the silence as we walked, my sisters must have seen something on my face that told them to leave me be. I was not in a talking mood at the time.
We all loaded into the large black and silver Avalanche truck that apparently belonged to my mother, and drove off.
Before I knew it we were pulled into the driveway of a rather large house. Although it was dark I could still see the massive yard surrounding the place, dotted with huge trees here and there. After a cursory glance around I could see no other houses around. Apparently my mother had done well for herself without my father.
As we went inside, after saying their goodnights to me and my mother, my sisters all went off in different directions presumably to their rooms.
Another quick glance at my watch told me that it was 8:47. I was so tired that it felt to me like it was well past midnight.
I followed my mother silently through the spacious halls of my new home up a spiral staircase and into an expansive room at the end of the hall on the second floor. The room may have served as a guest room in the past judging by the furnishings of the place.
In the far left corner of the room sat an inviting looking queen sized bed, accompanied by an oak nightstand with a small alarm clock resting on top of it. In the far right corner of the room sat a huge matching oak desk, fully equipped with a computer and printer. Mounted on the wall on the right wall of the room sat a 32 or 34 inch flat screen T.V., with a D.V.D. player hanging directly below it.
After stepping inside I noticed directly to my left against the wall closest to the door another door. Opening it I found all my belongings: my 2 suitcases of clothes, 2 duffle bags of hygiene and personal items, and 2 boxes of my C.D.’s and other entertainment items.
“We had all your belongings brought over a few days ago to make this transition easier for you.” I heard my mother say at the doorway.
“Thank you… For everything.” I managed to whisper. The stress and fatigue seemed to be finally catching up to me. I was truly thankful that my mother had taken me in. She seemed to be sincerely trying to make things easier for me.
Tension seemed to leave my body as I felt my mother’s arms encircle me in a tight embrace, her cheek against my shoulder. I was all too aware of her large breasts being squashed against my chest.
After a few seconds she pushed me away, her hands on my shoulders, her eyes studying mine.
“You really do look so much like your father.” She whispered, not wanting to break the almost reverent silence that blanketed the large house.
Not knowing what to say, I gave a slow nod, still meeting her gaze.
With a tired smile she leaned in, kissed me on the forehead, turned around, and left the room, closing the door on her way out.
Grabbing my duffle bag I quickly found a pair of sport shorts and a white t-shirt to sleep in. After changing clothes I threw the blankets and sheets back, slipped into the large bed, and lay my head back against the soft goose feather pillows.
Thoughts of my mother’s alluring hips and ass filled my mind as I recalled watching her leave my room, her tight dress hugging her every curve. With this I drifted off into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.
The next few days were spent exploring the large house and what normal people would call a field and forest that surrounded the estate. It was hard to believe that the inside of the house seemed much larger than it appeared from the outside. There were 3 floors, excluding a spacious attic and basement that was finished as well. Every room, hallway, and even bathroom was furnished and well decorated. The house was clearly divided as well. I could see that my sisters had taken a hand in choosing the decorations judging by the varying styles that went from corner to corner.
One part of the house seemed to have dimmer lights, a fireplace in almost every room, and rich thick carpets lining the floor. Beautiful old looking landscape paintings covered the walls, and every room had comfy lazy boys, most being either dark red, or maroon, matching the carpets and rugs.
Another part of the house was almost the opposite of the darker side. This part of the house was amazingly bright, huge windows and skylights in every room, bright yellow white and blue see-through curtains, matching rugs, carpets, and furniture. Pictures of my sisters and mother lined the walls here.
The library and study were found on the 3rd floor, shelves lining the walls filled with heavy looking books of every size, shape and color. Large oak tables with a dark finish and ornate lamps and globes filled the remaining space, with one large window on the opposite side of the shelves that lit up the whole place, lending the place a warm aura.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that the basement appeared to be one big entertainment center. While a pool table and bar complete with a TV and stereo resided in one room, the next room was a modern looking gym, the walls lined with medieval weapons varying from samurai swords and katanas, to axes and tower shields. The room had it all, from a 60 inch TV on the wall, to the punching bags and mats on the floor, to the cutting edge machines that filled the expansive room.
The yard was humongous, and that was an understatement. The front yard was big enough to play backyard football in, though it would be challenging since it was dotted with huge trees and a beautiful garden that hugged the front of the house, giving off an intoxicating scent. The backyard was no less impressive, sporting a deck complete with built in benches, a huge Jacuzzi, and a top-of-the-line barbeque. Past the deck was more of the yard, and beyond that a 100 acre forest that my family owned. Finding a gorgeous flower-filled meadow surrounded by towering trees filled me with hope that I had made the right decision in coming here. Following a quiet little creek that led to a beautiful waterfall closed the deal.
I didn’t talk much with my sisters the first few days, but when we did talk I learned their names and ages and put those pieces of information to memory.
I figured out that the dimmer, cozy portion of the house was my older sister Lauren’s “Sanctuary” as she put it the other day when we chatted a little. She was 22, and a junior at Penn State University. Like everyone else though she was off for the summer. She was the one with the fire that blazed through her thick, auburn hair when it was touched by light. Different from her sisters, she had a paler, creamier complexion, probably a result of spending a lot of time in the dimmer rooms, in front of a fire, reading a book, which is actually how I found her when I was exploring one night.
The cheery, bright part of the house was my sister Sam’s. She probably got her sexy tan by just sitting in one of the many rooms that seemed to be filled with sunlight that poured in through the skylights and tall, glass windows. She was 18, and had just finished off high school, still waiting on her acceptance letter from Penn State. She was the one with the most pronounced tits, since she was the shortest of all my sisters. She was also the one with the shortest hair, coming down to about the middle of her neck. She also had a shiny silver nose stud and a sly smile, which gave me the shivers. She also had a few tattoos that she promised she would show me one of these days, giving me one of her sly smiles.
I was browsing through the massive collection of books in the library when my youngest sister, Becca,
came and introduced herself, showing me her favorite books, and what she was reading at the time. Apparently the library was hers. I figured out that she was indeed the youngest, being a 17 year old senior in high school. She was the one with the blonde curls and creamy skin.
The kitchen belonged to my mother, Nadily, and she really knew how to use it. It could have just been that she was trying to impress me (if so it was working), but every meal so far that we had was amazing. I learned that she was a 37 year old defense attorney. She had actually laughed at the look that I had on my face when I heard this. She liked to play tennis (her body says it all) and was overall a very pleasant person. I was really surprised at how easy it was to talk to this stranger, this woman that I had barely known a few days now.
I met my sister Madison in the basement while checking out the exercise equipment. Since I had skipped out on my workouts for the last week or 2, I felt obligated to check things out downstairs and see if I would be able to work out down there. I was surprised to see my sister Madison working up a sweat, doing butterflies on one of the machines. After our brief talk I learned that she was 21, a junior at Penn State, who, like the rest of her sisters, was on summer break. I had to cut the conversation short due to the fact that I was slowly getting a boner just watching her workout.
I actually had to take a walk outside to cool off, the shade under the trees and the soothing breeze calming me as I tried to justify my thoughts that I was having about my sisters and mother these past few days.
This is ridiculous. What kind of pervert am I that I would actually think of my family like this? Well… who wouldn’t get a boner seeing a tan, sexy woman work it on the butterfly machine? Well… Even if that’s true how do you explain the long stares you have had at both Sam’s and mom’s tits?
What felt like a few minutes turned into hours, my thoughts conflicting, neither side winning the ongoing battle that was being fought within me. The forest was getting dark before I decided to make my way back to the house. Following the winding trail I finished my circuit, slid the sliding door open, shut it and locked it behind me, and made my way upstairs, not really feeling hungry.
Seeing that it was only 8:22, I pulled out my iPod and earphones, letting the soothing sounds of the radio wash away the thoughts that I was still having about my family.
Whatever happens, happens.
With this thought, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
It was early the next day (for me at least), about 11:00 when my mother suddenly burst in through the front door, a look of pain stamped across her pretty face, her right arm being held gingerly by her left hand.
A little worried, I stood up, immediately asking her what happened.
“I had been playing tennis with a lady friend of mine at the courts. I was winning and feeling overconfident when all of a sudden she hit the ball with a crazy backhanded swing that shot the ball at me. I swung as fast and hard as I could and actually managed to return the ball but it hurt like hell.” my mother informed me.
“Looks like you may have pulled some muscles along your shoulder and upper back.” I told her. “You can either go to the doctor and get this iced, or you can massage it to stretch out the muscles to make it heal faster.
“A massage sounds wonderful about now. Since your sisters are all off someplace or another would you mind?” my mother asked me with a questioning look in her eyes.
“You have done so much for me over the last few weeks, what with the funeral arrangements and all; the least I could do is offer to give my mom a massage. I answered with a smile. To be completely honest I was kind of getting turned on at the prospect of rubbing the tanned skin on my mother’s firm body.
“Great.” my mother responded appreciatively. “There is a muscle relaxing oil in the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. It’s the dark wooded one with black trimming.”
When I got back from the kitchen to my mother’s room with the oil in hand I saw that my mom had already lain down across her king sized bed.
“Just close your eyes and relax.” I murmured to my mother as I approached.
As she did what I asked I got to have a closer look at my mom’s body. She was wearing a tight white tennis outfit, the skirt only going to mid thigh, and the spaghetti straps revealing much of her bronze tan.
Squeezing a little oil onto my hands, I gently laid both hands on my mother’s right shoulder and began to slowly rub and knead the skin. To my pleasant surprise her lips slightly parted and she let out a small breathy moan.
Spurred on by her moans I finished her right shoulder and moved to the left, rubbing in circular motions much the same as I had the first one. By now my mother was panting with the pleasure of it all.
I could now feel my dick getting hard through my boxers and cacti shorts. Feeling bold I reached down and slowly slid the spaghetti strap off my mother’s left shoulder. After no protest was issued I did the same to the opposite strap.
After another minute of rubbing and kneading uninhibited by the straps I decided to test the waters further. I moved down the bed a little and began rubbing her feet. After she gave an approving moan I continued to rub both feet.
I continued up to her ankles, and after a brief rubbing I moved up further to her calves. I took my time on them, rubbing and kneading them as best as I knew how. I was mainly stalling because needed time to gather my courage for what was to come.
I slowly began ascending up her calves and up to the backs or her upper legs. Once again, not only was there no protest, but the moaning just kept coming.
I finally decided that it was now or never. I slowly reached up further and went under my mother’s skirt to palm and knead her delicious ass. The moaning immediately stopped, and I was past the point of no return.
I quickly pulled my hand away as my mother sat up and turned in bed to face me.
“Charles, do you find me attractive?” she asked in a quiet tone.
There was no going back now. I had not only palmed my mom’s ass but had given it a nice squeeze.
“To be completely honest, yes.” I answered after slight hesitation.
“Good.” she whispered in a sultry voice as she leaned in towards me, her lips slightly parted.
I quickly closed the distance and brushed my lips against my mother’s. Much to my surprise she was very aggressive. She pulled my lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it while her hands worked at undoing my belt. While this was happening I used the time to explore her body. I first went to what drew my eyes in first: her massive breasts. I tugged her tennis blouse down and since I had pulled the spaghetti straps off my mother’s shapely shoulders earlier, there was nothing stopping the shirt from freeing her luscious boobs.
I pulled back from the vicious kissing for a moment to admire my mother’s heaving breasts. They were just as beautifully tanned as the rest of her tight body, meaning that she sunbathed naked. They were also bigger than I had originally thought, now that they were free of her blouse. Directly in the center of each large mound of flesh was a dark brown areola, and at the center of each was a perfect brown nipple, standing about half an inch out.
My mother, seeing the look in my eyes, took a hold of my head and pulled me roughly towards her chest. Instinctively I opened my mouth and sucked as much of her left breast into my mouth as would fit.
After a minute of gentle suckling I pulled back ever so slightly and began slowly circling her areola with my tongue, leaving a wet trail.
Judging by how hard my mother was breathing, she was just as turned on as I was. Her eyes were shut, her breasts were heaving, and a look of pure pleasure was plastered across her angelic face.
As I flicked my tongue across my mother’s left nipple I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a low guttural moan.
Before long I could hear my mother panting, moaning in rhythm with my tongue flicking against her hard delicious nipples.
After a few minutes of this I switched to her right breast, giving it the same attention and fondling that I had the left.
While I was sucking her tit, I reached down with my right hand to rub her firm inner thigh. I could feel the heat of her dripping pussy even through her underwear.
Reaching further I reached my destination as my index and middle finger touched home and I began rubbing through her drenched underwear.
I wanted my mother to be consumed with lust before I actually penetrated her core, so I continued to tease her amazing breasts at the same time as I rubbed in a circular motion around her heated pussy.
After another minute of listening to the sweet sound of my mother’s moaning I let her left nipple free of my mouth and slowly began kissing a line between her bountiful cleavage and up her delicious bronze skin to her soft neck, and from there to her impatiently waiting lips.
As soon as our lips crushed together I felt her tongue lance into my mouth with such passion that it literally took my breath away. I couldn’t even draw a breath and yet somehow I was in heaven.
I felt her soft hands slide down my now unbuttoned pants and into my boxers to grab firmly onto my now rock hard cock. As we continued our rough kissing I felt her sliding her hands up and down my shaft, drawing a few moans out of me.
As I neared to the point where I thought I would have to break the embrace due to the lack of oxygen, I felt her hands leave the vicinity of my boxers only to come up and grip my shoulders and roughly push me down onto my back.
Looking me straight in the eye she slowly slid free of her tennis garb. While she was doing I sat up a little more to better see the show, and put my back against the headboard of the bed. Then I practically ripped off my shirt and kicked off my kakis in my anticipation.
I could only stare at her perfect hour glass figure as she did a slow twirl, giving me a view of her luscious ass and a small tattoo of a cross on her lower back. It was sexy.
With a look of lust in her eyes she began to slowly crawl towards me on the bed, her body now bare for me to take in fully now.
With each slow movement her delectable ass was swaying with the mesmerizing movement of her slender hips. I could see as she held up some of her weight the slight bulge of muscle on her slender bronze arms.
The whole time she made her slow, purposeful way towards me she looked me in the eyes, a lusty, wicked smile that made my cock throb.
She stopped so that her head was directly over my dick, her dirty blonde and brown hair cascading around my shaft, tickling it and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
With a sexy wink, she lowered her head and every so gently brushed her lips against the head of my cock.
After hearing my approving moan she parted her soft lips and pushed down, my dick now fully enveloped by the warm and wet inside of my mother’s mouth.
I let out a low and long moan as my mother sucked her cheeks in, giving my throbbing dick a nice squeeze.
She continued to suck as she pulled out slowly, drawing more guttural moans from me. As soon as she was almost at the peak, she dropped back down, much more quickly this time. I felt the tip of my dick ram into the back of her throat, causing me to draw a quick breath and let out a low grunt.
She continued to do this for a few minutes, her hot mouth and tight throat acting as a pussy to my eager cock. As she slammed up and down her dirty blonde hair brushed softly against my thighs, her golden boobs lightly slapping against my feet.
Every once in a while my mother would change it up, pumping my dick a few times with her mouth, then rising to the peak and swirling her tongue around the head, giving me the best blowjob I had ever received.
All the while I would rub her back, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles in her back move in unison with her bobbing her head up and down on my dick, giving me immense pleasure.
Now that I had gotten this far, I wanted to see how rough my mother would take it. As she continued to pump my dick with her mouth, I grabbed two fistfuls of her soft hair, and roughly pulled her down, her lips going all the way to the base of my dick, rubbing against my pelvic bone.
I continued to hold her there for a few seconds, forcing her to swallow much of my shaft, her tight throat fucking my hard dick.
Little to my surprise she made no protest, but continued to hold it there, her throat making wet noises as she swallowed as much as she could.
As soon as I felt that I could hold it no more, I pushed her back until her eager sucking lips were forced to let go of my throbbing dick with a wet popping noise.
She looked up at me with a questioning look in her beautiful green eyes, pre cum dripping from her mouth onto her delicate chin.
“Time for me to return the favor.” I told her in response.
With this I reached around and grabbed her with both hands around the ass, and roughly pulled it towards me, causing her to fall backwards with a slight grunt of surprise, her back now on the bed with her legs and pussy now more easily accessible.
Looking her in the eyes with a mischievous smile, I took a hold of her legs with each of my hands and spread them, my face leaning in towards her opening, all in one smooth motion.
I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy when my face was almost touching. I stuck my tongue out and began to tease my mother, lapping at her lips without actually entering.
I did this for about a minute, listening to my mother moaning, before I felt her grab a hold of my head by my hair and pull me deeper into her pussy, my tongue penetrating her depths.
As soon as I entered I heard her let out a small scream of joy, her pussy pulsing against my dancing tongue.
I continued to taste her sweet nectar for a few minutes, my nose filled with her unique scent, my tongue darting in and out of her tight, wet pussy, my hands wrapped around her legs drawing her as close to me as possible.
Before long I withdrew my right hand, only to use it to begin rubbing in a circular motion on her clit. As soon as I touched her swollen part, she let out another scream of pure ecstasy, pulling on my hair to get my tongue deeper into her core.
After a minute of rotating between my mouth clamping onto her pussy and eating her out, and fingering her clit, she began bucking her hips, grinding in motion with my mouth and hand.
I knew she was close to her first orgasm, and I knew it was going to be big.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god this feels so good…” I heard her moan in between me licking her pink pussy.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop… I’m cumming!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her nails digging into my head as she pulled me into her as deep as I could go, her pelvic bone grinding against me as her pussy gushed its nectar onto my face.
I continued throughout her orgasm to suck on her pussy lips, drawing out her orgasm as long as I could.
After a moment her screams died down and her first amazing orgasm subsided.
“I want you inside of me right now.” I heard her say as she pushed me back against the headboard of the bead.
Not one to protest I just sat against the board and watched as she closed the distance, and stood up on the bed. Looking me in the eye she gently lowered herself, her dripping pussy nearing my dick.
As soon as she got close she used one of her hands to grab my still hard dick and guide it towards her pussy. While she was doing this I used my hands to palm her ass cheeks, gently spreading them for the oncoming intrusion.
The next thing I knew I felt the tip of my dick rub up against the lips of her eager pussy, before slowly penetrating into her tight core.
She had to slow down every 2 inches or so, giving her pussy muscles time to relax and accept the large package that was going inside of her.
Before long her pelvic bone was grinding against mine as she accepted all 8 inches of me. We sat like this for a good 30 seconds, her pussy milking my dick as it gently squeezed against my throbbing dick.
Looking me in the eyes, using her well shaped leg muscles and arms, she slowly rose up my shaft to the peak and slowly came back down, her silky sheath still expanding to make room for my large dick, her mouth wide open as a low moan escaped her.
Using the wooden poles on the headboard with her hands as balance and leverage she rose up again, faster this time, drawing a grunt from me and a breathy moan from her, her eyes never leaving mine as she came back down, faster still, my cock sliding through her tight depths, feeling every ridge and bump of her delicious pussy.
Getting the feel of this I used my hands to assist her by pushing her up by her curvy ass in time with her rising and falling.
After a few more slides up and down she had really gotten into the motion. Her hair was flying wildly about her beautiful face, her eyes still holding eye contact with me, with a glazed look of ecstasy in them. Her beautifully tanned breasts were bouncing with her movements as her tight stomach flexed as she received my dick into her hot pussy. Her thighs were slapping against mine as she dropped against me, causing the bed to creak. Her arm muscles were tight with the exertion of holding onto the board while she rode me.
Every time she went down on my shaft she let out a breathy moan through her parted lips, her face a mask of pure pleasure.
She continued to pick up the pace, moaning louder and louder as my dick rammed into her hot pussy faster and faster. The bed was practically singing in tune with her moaning, her breasts springing up and down, her breath hot on my face as she continued to look me in my eyes as my dick slid in her faster and faster, her well toned thighs slamming against mine.
All of a sudden when the pace could not get much faster she threw her head back, her back arching as she grinded her pussy against me, my dick impaling her as deep as it would go.
I leaned forward and suckled at her delicious exposed throat, her hips grinding in a circular motion on my cock as she hit her second orgasm, moaning the whole time, her body quivering with the ecstasy of the moment.
After a couple of seconds her orgasm faded away, my dick still hard in her dripping pussy. She looked down and brushed her lips against mine, her heaving breasts crushed against my chest, my hands palming her firm ass.
Using my abdominal muscles I pushed away from the headboard, and forward still, pushing her onto her back in the center of the large bed, breaking our lip lock.
The whole time my hard dick never left her heated pussy. Using my knees I pushed in between her inner thighs, further exposing her pink core. Looking her in the eyes, I closed the distance, my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth at the same as my dick unceremoniously slammed into her pussy, drawing a sharp grunt of animal pleasure from her.
As I continued to explore her hot mouth with my tongue, I pistoned in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass, the bed creaking as my cock slid in and out of her wet sheath.
I could feel her sharp intake of breath every time my dick bottomed out in her, her eager tongue playing with mine as I fucked her hard.
I felt her legs wrapping around mine, pulling me further in, her arms wrapped tightly around me as I slammed into her pussy.
"I want you to cum inside me.” my mother whispered to me as I broke off our kissing, feeling closer and closer to the edge.
I continued to piston my cock in and out of her hot pussy, her breath hot on my face as we gazed into each other’s eyes, her mouth open as she panted from the exertion.
After a few more powerful thrusts into her, I felt her third orgasm build up in the heat of the moment. I felt her muscles tighten in her thighs, her mouth opening wider as she tried to get a breath, her body wracking with her overwhelming orgasm, her pussy muscles spasming, causing it to squeeze around my dick, bringing me to my first orgasm, my dick spurting hot cum into her pussy as I continued to slide my dick in and out of her, her dripping pussy milking my dick of every last drop.
When her trembling finally died down, she smiled at me, leaning in to tenderly kiss me, her tongue playing gently with mine while I held her in a loose embrace, just enjoying the feeling of having her body pressed against mine, my limp dick still inside her.
After I time we both got dressed and went our separate ways, not wanting anyone to walk in on us.
The cool water of the shower felt great on my aching body. Just thinking about the wild sex I just had made me wonder if it was all just a dream. Turning to fully immerse myself under the showerhead I felt the sweet ache in my thighs, and knew that it was real. I had fucked my mother, and loved every second of it.
The rest of the day passed in a haze, my mother giving me looks when my sisters weren’t looking, a secret smile that we shared as day turned to night.
Rolling into bed that night I fell asleep quickly. My thoughts drifted to the amazing experience that my mother and I shared, my mother’s ecstatic face as I brought her to summit, my cock exploding inside of her, our tongues dancing intimately together in the heat of the moment.
END PART 1
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