Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Son gradually pushes the boundaries with his mother in various ways.|
Boy Dominates Sexy Mom, Chapter 3 of 4
It was Saturday morning and I joined my dad at the breakfast table. He was reading the owner's manual for the gas grill he had bought last year and was still in the box out in the garage. What a dork.
Becca came in right after me, her hair done up in five pony tails and looking all crazy. Mom was at the stove frying eggs and bacon for Dad. It was the perfect picture of lame suburban bliss.
"You sleep good last night, Mom?" I asked cheerily.
"Not especially." She slid the eggs onto a plate. "Had a very bad dream."
"Was I in it?"
"As a matter of fact you were."
"Aw, then it couldn't have been that bad," I teased. "I think you might have even liked it more than you're willing to admit."
"Nobody likes a bad dream," Becca pointed out using her patented 'duh' attitude.
"Some people like weird things," I argued, "don't they, Dad?"
"Hmm, what?" he looked up from his assembly instructions. "Oh, yeah, you never know what you like until you try it."
He had no clue what was going on around him. My mom put his plate down in front of him and gave me one of her increasingly familiar dirty looks. I couldn't wipe the sly smile off my face.
"Becca, doesn't Mommy look pretty this morning?" I said. Becca checked for herself and nodded vigorously. "Are you using a new face cream, Mom?"
"Frosted Flakes or Coco Puffs," my mom asked Becca, ignoring my taunts.
"Coco Puffs!" Becca chirped.
She didn't offer me any breakfast, so I had to fend for myself. Tormenting Mom like this wasn't nearly as fun as the other way, but I still enjoyed it to no end. I was busy most of the rest of the day--in and out of the house a few times. Whenever I could, I would make some comment to her that sounded innocent to anyone around, but had a different meaning between her and me.
As I was leaving to go to the movies I met up with her in the hallway. She had her hands full with a laundry basket. I used the opportunity to reach over and give both her tits a quick 'honk, honk!' She twisted her body away and tried to hurry past me, but I was able to give her ass a nice grope as she went. It didn't get any better than this!
I got home late from the movie. Everyone was already asleep, so I just went up to bed.
In the middle of a weird dream I woke up. Something was strange. It took me a second, but I realized my blanket was pulled back and someone was sucking my cock. Wait...was I dreaming? I reached down and felt my mom's hair. Her head was moving slowly up and down on my dick. What a great way to wake up.
I let my hand rest on the back of my mother's head as she gave me an incredible blowjob. The way she moved her lips, and how she hit the perfect spot with her tongue, and just the right amount of sucking pressure. She really knew what she was doing.
Mom used both her hands. One was cupping my balls and giving them a gentle squeeze now and then. Her other was stroking the lower part of my shaft in concert with her mouth. She kept going nice and slow. The other times she had done it pretty fast, like she was trying to get it done with as quick as she could. This was different.
This must have gone on for more than five minutes without either of us saying anything. It was a long, slow build-up but I was finally about ready to blow my load. Mom kept a strong steady rhythm, and just like that I was pumping the contents of my balls into her mouth once again. She sucked me extra hard and pulled out every drop I had in me. She swallowed it all without letting go of my dick.
"Mom," I said once my senses returned, "what are you doing?"
Her warm mouth slipped off of me and she cleared her throat. "I'm sucking your penis...like you told me to."
"I didn't tell you to do that."
"Yes," she sounded defensive, "I'm pretty sure you did."
I knew for certain that I hadn't instructed her to come to my room. Not that I was upset about it, but she must have misunderstood something I said earlier in the day. There's no way she would have just done this on her own without being forced to. Was there?
"Are you naked?" I asked.
"No." She stood up and let her robe fall away without waiting for an order, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. These came down next. Even though it was dark, it was still exciting to have a naked woman in my room. Especially one who was at my command.
"Lay down with me," I told her.
I moved over and made space for her, and she got into my bed lying on her back, legs together, arms at her sides. As soon as she was settled I began running my hand all over her. I felt her breasts, circled my fingertips over her nipples, caressed her belly, tickled the bristles on her mound, and stroked her thigh.
"I was just thinking that I haven't sucked your tits for a few days." I kissed one of her nipples. "Do you want me to?"
She didn't respond for a couple seconds. "Go ahead."
"Does that mean you want me to?"
"I can't stop you."
I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth. It didn't taste like much, but that wasn't the point. It was the feeling that was what mattered. And it felt great. Not just the sensation of her soft flesh against my lips and tongue, but the feelings I had inside about doing this to my own mother, and pretty much being sure she was liking it.
After about a minute, I came up for air.
"It must be fun for you to have such big tits," I said and gave her hard nip another lick.
"Most of the time they're more of a pain than anything."
"Do you play with them when you masturbate?"
She stared up toward the ceiling, and I didn't think she was going to answer. Then I heard her whisper, "Yes."
"That must be nice." I suckled her for a few seconds. "You probably masturbate a lot, don't you?"
"I don't want to talk about this with you," she said in a calm voice. She seemed more shy about it than angry.
"It doesn't matter what you want, Mom." I pinched the nipple I hadn't been sucking on and twisted it a little. "What matters is that you have to do what I want, and I want to talk about it."
"Fine. I don't do it a lot, just when I need it. To relieve stress."
"Yeah, I get stressed about three or four times a day." I think I almost got a smile out of her with that one, but it was hard to tell in the dark. My hand drifted down to her thickening patch of pubic hair as we talked.
"I'm the one who does your laundry, remember? I have a pretty good idea how much you're in here doing 'that' to yourself."
"When was the last time you masturbated your pussy, Mom?"
"I don't know." Her hand that was between us began fidgeting. "Three weeks ago, maybe."
"Back before you spread your legs for the guy and his camera?"
"But not since we started doing stuff together?"
"No," she lied.
I dipped my finger into her slit and toyed with her clit. "Has Dad put his cock in you lately?"
"You must be very stressed right now."
"Don't worry about me," she said a little out of breath. "Do you want me to jerk you off or something?"
I didn't fall for her attempt to distract me. I moved my finger down and touched her opening. I felt her pussy clench and her hole close tight. I smeared some of her wetness up along her lips, and around her hard clit.
"No, that's okay, I want to talk some more." I squeezed her nub gently between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it around slowly. "How about if I jerk you off, Mom? Would you like that?"
"No, Alex, we're not even going to go there."
I leaned across her body and sucked at the nipple that hadn't gotten much attention yet, and continued to fiddle with her clit.
"I want to make you cum," I said.
"You can want it all you want, but it's not going to happen."
"It will if I tell you it will."
"You're not getting it, Alex." As she spoke I thought I detected her legs moving apart ever so slightly. "For boys it's mostly a mechanical process. Pull on their dick and they cum. For women it's primarily a mental thing. There's no magic button for us, we have to be fully engaged with our partner in order to have an orgasm. Meaning we have to be a willing participant."
"You don't think I can force you to cum?"
"I will try to fake it if you insist, but what's the point of that?"
I went back to her nipple. I licked the stiff rise of crinkled skin near the center of her areola. My finger wiggled down and played around her opening. This time she didn't tense up. I could have penetrated her easily if I wanted. Would she call me a rapist if I did? Feeling her silky wetness at that spot was plenty good enough for me at that moment.
"I want to watch you have a real orgasm."
"Even if it was possible, I still wouldn't do that in front of you."
"How come? I do it in front of you all the time."
"I don't know how you have this thing all turned around in your head, Alex, but I'll say it again, this is an ordeal for me that I don't know if I will ever get over." She paused for a second when I slid my fingers back up to her clit and began rubbing it again. It seemed like her brain disconnected for a moment then kicked back on. "The things you are forcing me to do are hurtful and disgusting. My orgasm is something special that I share with a lover, not with someone who's abusing me for his own perverted gratification."
"Your pussy feels amazing, Mom." I gave her nipple a soft bite. "I wonder what it would be like to put my cock in there."
"Don't bother wondering about that."
"I know, save the lecture." My hard-on was pressed to her hip. I grinded it against her a few times. "Spread your legs for me."
Mom opened up, putting one leg over mine. I patted her pussy, then stroked the insides of her thighs for a little. It was very nice lying with her like that, feeling the warmth of her naked flesh against mine. Even though she probably didn't want to be here, it was easy to believe that maybe she liked how it felt too.
"God, you're so fucking sexy, Mom. I don't get why Dad doesn't fuck you every night."
"I suppose a person can get bored of anything given time."
"I would never get bored of putting my cock in your pussy and fucking you until we both got to cum." I pushed my cock harder against her side. "That would be so awesome."
She didn't say anything, but I knew she was thinking about it--imagining what it would be like to have me on top of her with my cock going in and out of her pussy. To be honest, I hadn't really seriously considered trying to actually fuck my mom until just then. I'd thought about all sorts of other things I could do to her, but I hadn't dared to consider it for real. Even though I'm pretty much the perverted sicko that she says I am, really having full-on sex with my own mother hadn't seemed like a possibility. Right then it sort of did.
"It's late," Mom finally said. "I need to get to sleep."
I nuzzled the tit closest to my face. "You said I couldn't put my finger up inside you, so I want to see you put your own finger in there."
"Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Don't make me do that."
"What's the big deal? Don't you stick your fingers in there all the time when you masturbate?"
"That's something I do in private."
"We're not exactly in public right now."
"I mean when I'm alone."
"You must do it when Dad is looking, so what's the difference?"
"We don't do that in front of each other."
"Seriously? Dad's never seen you finger yourself?"
"No one has." She squirmed uncomfortably next to me. "Like I said, that is meant to be kept private."
For some reason this was making me hornier than ever. Obviously Mom had some sort of guilty hang up about playing with herself. I couldn't even imagine how guilty she must be feeling about messing around with her son! I sucked each of her nipples and massaged her pussy lips as I thought about this. I was leaking pre-cum all over Mom's hip and it was nice and slippery when I rubbed my cock against her now.
"Mom," I said using my 'in-charge' voice, "put your finger in your pussy or I'm going to go down the hall, wake up Dad, and tell him everything you did with that guy, and everything you did to me." It was hard to read her expression in the dark, but I had a good idea what it must have been. "You know I will. It's either a little bit of embarrassment now or a whole lot later. What's it going to be?"
With an irritated huff she pushed my hand away from her crotch and replaced it with her own. I heard that wet noise her pussy makes, then that was it.
"There. My finger is in my pussy. Satisfied?"
"I'm getting there."
I felt my way down her arm to the hand that was between her legs. I traced my touch toward her fingers and discovered that the middle one was inserted in her vagina. A tingle went up my back. I felt around the spot where her opening encircled her finger. It was almost too much to get my head around.
"Move it in and out." I whispered the order. "Like you're fucking yourself." She didn't respond. "Do it, Mom. Fuck your finger."
She had no choice but to comply. Her hand moved haltingly. Her finger glided out, then back into her wet hole. I rested my hand on top of hers and felt her doing it. Those wet noises could be heard, just like in the hallway the night before.
"That's good," I breathed. "Is this how you masturbate your pussy when you're by yourself, Mom? Is this how you make yourself cum?"
"I'm not going to cum, Alex. Get that idea out of your head."
"Doesn't matter. I just like knowing how you fuck yourself." I got up on my knees next to her so I had a good view of her whole body by the light of the moon. "Keep going."
I took hold of my cock and started jerking over her. What a sight it was. My mom lying on my bed, legs spread wide, and her finger working in and out of her pussy. Not only was I able to watch her doing this, but I could also beat off right in front of her without any inhibitions. It practically made me dizzy to think about it.
"Masturbate for me, Mom. Make yourself cum while I jack off on you."
"I'm not doing either of those."
"I don't care, just act like you are," I told her.
"Oh, oh, look at me, I'm masturbating." She was trying to be as unconvincing and as mocking as she could. "Ooo, my pussy feels so good, I'm about to cum."
"You are such a hot fucking slut, Mom," I moaned and spanked my meat faster. "Are you going to think about this later when you get yourself off for real? I know this makes you horny."
"Hurry up and cum on me, son." She was saying the words, but trying to sound like she didn't mean them. "Squirt your hot cum all over your mommy's big tits."
"You like it, but you don't want to admit it." I aimed my cock at her tits as I continued to crank it hard. "You came in here on your own tonight. You wanted to suck my cock, didn't you?"
"Sure I did," her disaffected tone faltered. "I can't resist your big, manly cock. I have to have it. I can't live without your cum. Shoot it all over me."
She wanted to act like her words were false, but I knew there was a certain amount of truth behind them. Hearing her saying those things, sincere or not, was enough to bring me off. I thrust my dick toward her and sprayed several jets of jizz on her tits and tummy.
As soon as I spunked, she stopped fucking herself. She pulled her finger out, and I caught hold of her wrist. I lifted her hand to my mouth, and I sucked her fingers. My expectation was that she would try to jerk her hand away, but she let me suck and lick until I was content.
"I really did think you told me I to come to your room tonight."
"I'm glad you did."
"You think I'm a slut, Alex, but I'm really not. It was just..."
"Let me guess, it was just a one-time thing."
"It was, I swear."
"Yeah, right." I wiped the tip of my cock off on her body. "There's a blob of cum on your nipple. Lick it off."
She didn't bother arguing. She pushed her tit up, and leaned her head forward. Her tongue reached out and lapped up my warm jizz. She swallowed and then sucked the remnants away as well. If she wasn't my mom, I could have fallen in love with her right then.
"Be honest," I said. "If I hadn't walked in, would you have fucked that guy?"
"No," she answered too quickly. "I wouldn't...it was just pictures...and..."
"And you accidentally started sucking his cock? I saw how worked up you were. You were totally going to fuck him."
She looked up at me and decided to give up the lie. "It wasn't what I had planned, but once I got caught up in the moment...to have a man look at me that way...it's been so long." She took my hand. I don't know why, but she held it and squeezed tight. "Yes, I would have had sex with him if you hadn't interrupted."
"You were going to let that scumbag put his scuzzy cock inside your pussy and fuck you." I held onto her hand when she tried to let go. "You were going to wrap your legs around his hairy ass, and ride his dick until you had yourself a nice big desperate housewife cum."
"Don't say it like that," Mom pleaded as she held back her tears.
"You were going to let him bust his nut in you on the spot where Becca sits to watch cartoons."
"What does that make you, Mom?"
"What are you?"
"I'm what you say I am." She took a sharp breath. "I'm a slut. I'm a horrible wife, a bad mother, and a whore. You're right, Alex, your mother is a dirty, filthy slut."
"That's right." I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "And I'm the only one who ever has to know it as long as you behave and do what I want."
"It was a mistake, but you can't keep punishing for it." She closed her legs and hugged her arms over her naked breasts. "You need to forgive me at some point so we can go back to normal."
"I like this better than normal," I said and nudged her to get off my bed. I watched her gather up her robe from the floor and put it on. "For tomorrow night, I want you to bring your vibrator with you."
She froze for a second, then clumsily tied and cinched the sash of her robe. "I don't have one of those."
"Then bring the one that's tucked under your side of the mattress." She wasn't expecting me to catch her in that lie. "I'm sure whoever it belongs to won't mind if we use it."
She didn't bother responding. Mom picked up her bra and panties and left. I waited half a minute, then I tiptoed to the door and peeked out. Sure enough there she was, masturbating outside her bedroom door again. This time she was leaning with her back against the wall, her robe hanging open, one hand massaging a tit, the other going crazy on her pussy. It barely took twenty seconds before her whole body shuddered and her legs gave out. She slid down the wall holding her pussy tight. Seeing Mom make herself cum was beyond the coolest thing ever. It was even better than the things I made her do because this she was doing for herself without being forced. I wanted more of that.
I watched while she got herself together and snuck back into her bedroom. I thought about how she was about to get into bed next to my dad with the smell of my cum still on her breath. Wouldn't it be awesome if he kissed her like that? The clueless bastard deserved it.
I went out into the hallway, went to my mother's bedroom door, and jerked off in the same place that she just had. What little cum I had remaining spattered onto the floor and I just left it there.
The next day I was watching TV after school and my mom came into the living room. This got my attention. She had been doing her best to avoid me ever since that fateful day, so something was up. She looked like she had something to say, but was embarrassed.
"Good afternoon, Mommy," I said with a smirk.
"Alex, I...I can't do what you asked tonight."
My first worry was that she had found some trick to get out from under my control. But I stayed calm.
"That's okay. We can do it now instead."
"No," she said too meekly to have anything tricky up her sleeve. "We can't." She looked around to make sure no one else was within earshot even though we were the only two in the house. "I got my period this morning, so we can't do anything."
There were obviously some things we could still do, but I was so relieved that it wasn't something else more major that I wasn't even going to push it. Well, maybe just a little.
"How do I know you're not just saying that?"
"I don't know, Alex. I'm a woman, it happens every month. What do you want me to tell you?"
"You want me to prove that women have a menstrual cycle?" She crossed her arms and looked at me like I was an idiot.
"No, that you're having yours right now. Pull your pants down."
"Don't be crude."
"I'm serious. Pull your pants down or you'll be having your menstrual cycle alone in a motel room tonight when Dad kicks you out of the house."
Her jaw clenched, and her eyes burned with anger. I waited her out.
Finally, in a fit of infuriated annoyance, she yanked open the top button of her jeans, tore the zipper down, and pushed her pants down off her hips. I nodded for her to continue. She jerked down her underwear. I leaned forward to get a closer look. Standing in front of me, she parted her thighs enough that I could see the tight crease of her slit, and down near the bottom a short length of white string dangled down.
I really didn't have any doubt that she was on her period, but I didn't want to pass up an opportunity for a little afternoon humiliation. I reached out and flicked the string and Mom immediately moved away.
"There, you got your sick jollies, alright?"
"Okay, fine." I leaned back on the sofa and watched her pull her pants up. "But make sure you come and tell me as soon as your pussy is open for business again."
She gave me a face and shook her head at my vulgarity.
"And that's how I want you to say it, understand?"
"I'm going to be saving it all up for you, so be ready to swallow a huge load."
"That's enough, Alex." She would have loved to have been able to smack me, or ground me, or take away my TV privileges, but all she could do was storm out of the room. I watched her ass as she went and realized I wasn't taking advantage of Mom's butt nearly as much as I should. I'd have to fix that soon.
I pretty much left her alone for the rest of the week. Well, except for one thing.
Warren Sneltz rode my bus home with me on Thursday. He smelled a bit like last night's fried fish, and didn't speak to me the whole ride. I got a few strange looks from the other kids, but no one bothered us. When we got off the bus, he just stood in front of my house looking lost and scared.
"I think I changed my mind," he said in a high-pitched voice that didn't seem to fit a boy as big around as he was.
"A deal's a deal, War-man." I patted him on the shoulder and nudged him up the driveway. "I promise you won't regret it."
I made sure he went in the side door ahead of me so he couldn't run off. My mom was there in the kitchen making cupcakes for Becca to take to school the next day.
"Hi, Mom, this is Warren."
"Hi, Warren." She gave me a suspicious look. She knew I would never willingly hang out with a dork like this kid.
"Hi, Mrs. Taylor." It sounded like a mouse was talking instead of a teenaged boy.
"What are you two up to today?" she asked as she slathered icing on a cupcake.
She'd asked Warren, but he just looked at me. I could actually see beads of sweat on his chubby upper lip. The poor kid was about to shit himself.
"Warren's never seen real boobs before," I told my mom as normal as can be. "Real naked boobs, I mean."
"That's enough of that kind of talk," my mom bristled. "It isn't the least bit funny."
Warren was ready to turn and book it out of there.
"I told Warren that you would show him your boobs."
My mother glared at me with a caustic hatred.
"No, that's...I..." Warren stammered and sweated. "I only thought he was kidding when he said...y'know."
"I wasn't kidding, Warren," I assured him. "I told you they were big, didn't I? Look at those babies. My mom likes showing them off to strangers. Don't you, Mom?"
"Enough, Alex." She put down the ruined cupcake she had unintentionally crushed in her hand. "I think the two of you had better leave."
Her voice was hard as rocks, but I wasn't fazed.
"No problem." I just shrugged like it was no big thing. "C'mon, Warren, let's go to the living room. I have some cool pictures on my computer you'll like better anyway." I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in the direction of the living room, adding, "I also have a hot video that'll blow you away."
Mom knew exactly what pictures and video I was talking about. "Wait!" she called out suddenly.
We stopped and turned toward her. She was fuming, trying to figure a way out of this. I noticed the familiar clench of her jaw. She was trapped once again.
"It's cool, Mom. Warren promised not to tell anyone." I led him back to the center of the kitchen. "He doesn't have any friends anyway, so there's really no one for him to tell. Plus, even if he did, no one would believe him. Right, Warren?"
He nodded, wide-eyed and speechless. Mom knew it was either show Warren her tits or he would see pictures of her spread open pussy and video of her swallowing my load. I was certain she'd pick the much lesser of two evils.
"Just my chest. Nothing else."
"That's all," I confirmed. "Just your big, fat, beautiful tits."
She gave Warren the evil eye. I half expected him to bust out crying on the spot.
"Not a word to anyone, Warren. Ever."
She unbuttoned her blouse as quick as she could. I heard an odd little sound coming out of Warren. I don't think he believed I was serious when I'd made the offer and only came along because no one ever invited him to do anything. Mom had on a huge, peach-colored bra. Without ceremony, she pulled it up and her big titties flopped free.
Warren choked. I smiled. Mom grimaced.
She tried to pull her bra back down right away, but I spoke up before she could.
"Hold on, let him get a good look." I pushed Warren closer toward her. "Look at those things. Aren't they the shit? What d'ya think, Warren?"
"I don't know," she squeaked in awed amazement. "They're very nice."
"I told you she had big nipples, didn't I? Bet you'd like to suck on those."
Warren blushed a deeper shade of red. He licked his pudgy lips.
"Seen enough?" my mom asked sharply.
"You can give them a feel," I told Warren. "Go ahead, she doesn't mind, do you, Mom?"
If looks could kill. "Alex, this has gone far enough."
"She's just a little grumpy today, Warren, don't be afraid." I pushed him toward my mom. "Give those puppies a good squeeze."
He reached out and grabbed both of my mom's tits at the same time. She cringed. I could only imagine what his cold, clammy hands must have felt like on her nipples. He held them for a few seconds then let go and stepped back.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor," he mumbled.
My mom pulled her bra down, hiding away her perfect rack.
"Real, naked boobs, Warren, just like I promised. Now pay up."
Warren dug around deep in his pocket. As he did, it became obvious to both me and my mom that he was sporting a woody. Once again, it seemed awfully small for a boy of his girth. He held out a fistful of dollar bills to me.
"Not me," I said pointing to my mom. "She's the one who earned it.
He turned and held out the money to my mother. She didn't move.
"It's time for you to go, Warren." She said it in a way that sounded like she was about to explode.
He spilled the wad of cash on the counter next to my sister's cupcakes, gave me a quick wave, and bolted out the door. I had no idea how the poor sap was going to get home, and I really didn't care.
My mom poked at the crumpled pile of sweat-soaked bills.
"Six dollars? That's the price for my last shred of dignity?"
"Funny, I didn't know whores had any dignity at all." I tried not to laugh. "Oh, my God, that was classic!"
"It was stupid, is what it was. If he tells anyone this grand perverse scheme of yours is going to come crashing down around your ears and we'll both be fucked."
"He won't tell. That's why I picked him. How was it to have the biggest loser in school feeling you up? I think he may have literally creamed his pants."
She shivered involuntarily. "You caught me by surprise this time, but if you try to pull something like that again I'll make sure you regret it."
"Ooo, that sounds like a threat."
She gave me one of her 'I shit you not' looks and went to the sink. She turned the water on and waited for it to get warm.
"You think you've got me where you want me, Alex, but you're going to make a mistake somewhere along the way."
She wet a paper towel, lifted her bra, and swabbed each of her tits with it. No doubt to get rid of Warren's sticky sweat residue that was left behind. It was so hot that she just whipped them out like that in front of me when she could have gone and cleaned herself up in private.
"Leave your tits out," I instructed her before she could cover up again. "Finish doing the cupcakes like that."
With a shake of her head, and an exasperated sigh, she did as she was told. I pulled my cock out and watched her smear vanilla frosting onto a chocolate cupcake.
"You're seriously demented, Alex."
"It's not my fault you have gorgeous tits, Mom."
She acted like she wasn't paying any attention to the fact that I was jerking off, but I noticed her eyes flicking to my dick a few times.
"Put some frosting on your nipples."
She looked around like she was double checking to make sure no one was watching, then frosted the tips of her boobs.
"Mmm...that looks yummy," I said as I jacked my dick harder.
"Alex, get your balls off the counter, it's unsanitary."
I kept my balls right where they were.
"Lick the frosting off."
She put the cupcake and spatula down, held her big tit with both hands, lifted it and tilted it so the nipple was pointing up. My mom licked the frosting up off her titty the same way she did when it was my cum. Damn it looked sexy when she did that.
"Come over here so I can do the other one."
She came over and presented her other tit to me. I leaned down and licked the sweet, white glop off of her boob, then gave it a good hard suck. I liked the way I could feel her nip stiffen in my mouth. When I was ready to blow, I took my mouth away from her tit.
"Fuck that's good!" I was beating my dick hardcore. "Watch me cum, Mom! Look at my cock...ahhhh!"
She looked down just in time to see me shoot my load. It spurted onto the wad of damp dollar bills from Warren's sweaty pocket. It seemed funny, so I aimed the rest of my cum so it landed all over the money too. When I was done I had my mom suck the tip of my cock clean, gave her a pat on the butt, and headed off to my room leaving behind my gooey mess for her to deal with.
This was almost too much fun for me to handle. I couldn't wait to see what perverted thing I thought up next!
I figured Mom would be pissed at me for at least a couple days for that stunt I pulled with Warren, but she was acting almost normal toward me by dinner time. It made me a little paranoid, like maybe she was up to something and had a plan to screw everything up. She was okay again the next day, which made me wonder if she was just getting used to the situation and accepted it as the way things were going to be from now on. That would be sweet.
Sunday afternoon I was lying on the couch watching TV. Dad was out mowing the lawn, and Becca was off at a Girl Scout meeting. Mom came in wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She was all sweaty from being on the treadmill.
"I'm done," she said out of nowhere.
She rolled her eyes and huffed. "My pussy is open for business," she recited unenthusiastically. Ha! I almost forgot I told her to say that. I expected her to try to get away with stretching her period excuse out a few more days, but as best as I could tell she didn't try to cheat.
"Cool." I looked her body up and down. "I want to see you use your vibrator?"
"No." I sat up. "Right now."
"Alex, don't be an idiot. Dad is right outside."
"I know. As long as we can hear the mower going we'll know we're safe. Go get it and bring it down here."
"Becca might come home early."
"That's what I thought when you were supposed to be at soccer practice."
"Turn around," I said with stern authority. She turned. Pull your shorts down. There was a pause, but she did it. "And your panties." Mom obeyed.
I took a good look at her ass. It was good sized, but still pretty smooth. There was a small dimple here or there, but nothing bad for a lady her age. It was the kind of ass you could really grab onto if you wanted. I went and stood behind her.
She gave a surprised yelp when my hand slapped her cheek hard. I could see the ghostly handprint it left behind. Oops, didn't mean for that to happen. Hope it doesn't leave a mark for Dad to see!
"Go upstairs," I whispered in her ear, "get your sex toy, and bring it down here."
She bent over to pull up her shorts and underwear. WHACK! On the other cheek.
"Leave those here."
She kicked them off the rest of the way then hurried upstairs in nothing but a t-shirt and sneakers. It was about as cute as hell seeing her running like that with no pants on. My cock was already hard as nails. I looked out the window and saw my pathetic excuse for a father pushing the mower across the front lawn. If he had been fucking Mom like he should have been none of this would be happening. I didn't know if I should hate him or thank him.
Before I knew it Mom was back, holding her vibrator, looking embarrassed.
"It's not very big," I observed.
She was listening for the sound of the lawn mower. "It doesn't need to be." Mom looked nervously at the two windows.
"Lay down on the floor," I said. "That way he won't be able to see anything."
She did it without thinking twice. Her hair down there was longer than the last time I'd seen it. It looked nice. She wasn't at all comfortable, lying there on the floor of our living room on a Sunday afternoon, bare from the waist down, and her husband just outside. But she waited quietly for my next command.
"Open your legs." I sat on the sofa as she did so. "Good. Now spread your pussy open for me."
Mom left the vibrator at her side and parted her lips while I pulled out my dick.
"Very nice. It looks like you're already wet down there."
She cleared her throat. "Probably because I was working out."
Yeah, right. I let her have that one.
"So, you use that thing to masturbate?"
"What do you do? Do you fuck it?"
"Show me. I want to see how you masturbate with your dildo."
She picked up the toy with a shaky hand. "I meant what I said the last time. I'm not going to orgasm, if that's what you're expecting."
"I don't care," I lied. "I just want to see how my slutty mommy plays with her pussy when she's horny for cock and isn't getting any."
She didn't even bother telling me what a sicko I was, and started rubbing the plastic vibrator up and down her pussy slit. It was sexy, but it really didn't look like much.
"Is that all you do?" I asked.
"Basically this is it."
"Wait, you didn't turn it on."
She fumbled with the thing, twisted the black cap at the base, and a dull hum filled the room. My mom then went back to rubbing herself with the toy. It took about fifteen or twenty seconds, but I began to notice a very slight movement of her hips. Even though she said she didn't want to, I think the vibrations were getting her horny anyway. Now we were getting somewhere!
"You are one sexy slut, Mom." I was trying not to beat off too fast while I watched her. "How does it feel to be masturbating in front of your own son?"
I watched her quietly for a few moments. I noticed two little bumps at the front of her t-shirt. Her nipples were fighting to poke up from under the sports bra she was wearing. Her hips were now clearly moving in slow circles. The muscles in her thighs tensed, then relaxed in rhythm with each turn. There was no doubt she was feeling it.
"Let me see you fuck yourself," I told her.
She spread her legs a bit wider, found her opening with the tip of the vibrator, and then gave it a gentle push. Just like that her pussy swallowed the small toy up. Holy fuck it would be awesome if that could be my dick. She drew it out and I could see that it was now all wet with her sex juices. Back in it went, and she continued sliding it in and out nice and easy.
Her eyes were closed, and her head turned to one side. It didn't look to me like she was just going through the motions. Her hand was pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy, but her body was moving like she was fucking it back. At one point her other hand slid over her hip and it looked like she was reaching for her clit, but then she pulled it back. I was so close to blowing my wad that I had to let go of my cock for a few seconds.
"That looks so hot, Mom." I thought about taking over and fucking her with the dildo, but I didn't want to spoil what was happening. "Now take it and rub it on your clit again."
She was slow to respond, but not because she didn't want to follow orders, but more because she was so into fucking herself. Mom pulled the toy out of her hole and brought it up to her clit, which I'm sure was totally hard. Right away it was obvious that she was super turned on by the way her body sort of jumped when the buzzing vibrator touched her sensitive spot.
Her free hand was on the move again. This time it crept up toward one of her breasts. I held my breath and didn't say a word. Her hand brushed over it briefly, almost like she didn't mean to do it. She was pressing the vibrator tight to top area of her pussy and grinding her hips a little. I noticed her biting her bottom lip, like maybe she was trying to hold something back. Her hand went back to her chest. This time she gave her tit a squeeze before quickly moving her hand away. She was definitely going to make herself cum. My head was spinning with anticipation.
I was dying to say something, but I didn't want to disrupt her concentration. She was once again touching her breast, and even pinching at her nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt and bra. Her hips started making jerking motions, and her mouth opened in a silent moan.
Then, BANG! The screen door slammed shut. Someone was in the kitchen! My mom sat up instantly and we both realized we couldn't hear the lawn mower running. She jumped up and ran for the stairs. I quickly began trying to jam my hard-on back into my pants. My stupid dad was about to walk in a find me with my cock out and Mom butt naked halfway up the stairs with a buzzing dildo in her hand. We were completely fucked!
I heard the refrigerator door open and knew I had a little more time. I got myself tucked away and zipped. Mom was out of sight up the stairs. My dad stepped into the living room and cracked open his can of Miller Lite. He took a swig and I was sure he could hear my heart beating from across the room.
And that's when I noticed Mom's shorts and panties still lying on the floor right there between us.
"Hey, sport!" Dad said cheerily. "What're you doing inside? It's a beautiful day, you should be outside playing." He took another drink.
I stood up, hoping to keep his attention away from the floor, even though it risked giving away that I had a raging boner in my pants.
"Yeah, I...I was just going out to shoot some hoops."
"Great. You're going to turn into a mushroom sitting around inside all day."
He was about to turn and leave, then he paused. Dad sniffed at the air, made a puzzled face, shook his head, took another swig then wandered back into the kitchen. As soon as it was safe I dashed over and grabbed Mom's stuff. I hurried to the stairs. She was standing at the top of the steps, naked from the waist down, looking scared as hell. I balled up her shorts and panties and threw them to her. I was hoping my dad would go back outside so we could finish, but he came back in with another beer and flipped on the TV. He sniffed around again, shrugged, and settled down in his easy chair.
All I could do was head out to the driveway with my unsatisfied erection and shoot some hoops. The whole time I couldn't stop looking up at Mom's bedroom window knowing that she was probably up there fucking her dildo and making herself cum without me.
I decided then that it was about time I pushed this thing with my mother to the next level.
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