“God, yes. Suck Mommy’s tits. You’re fucking your horny mother good with your fat cock. I’ve fantasized about making love with you for a long time. Whenever you cum with me, I want to kiss you. I love you so much!”
My mother knew exactly how to please her son. She locked her mouth on mine while fucking me. I grabbed her ass and slammed into her pussy. My cock filled with blood making more contact as it scraped the walls of her pussy. A large payload of hot cum shot up my stem and out the tip.
Her pussy contracted on my prick while I deposited a large load of sticky sperm. After we were both spent, she lowered her body to mine. Neither of us spoke while we fought to breathe.
Her firm breasts squished out on the sides of our bodies while she rested. My hands caressed her sweaty, smooth back while she recovered from our morning fuck. She rested her head next to mine, nibbling on my ear while she caught her breath. Her hot air bathing my neck sent shivers through me. Her rapid breathing gradually calmed while she relaxed. We were content to say nothing, enjoying the close connection.
“Wow, Mom. What a way to begin a day. What do you say we stay in bed until lunch?” Running my hands down her lower back, I cupped her rounded ass and squeezed her firm globes of flesh. I wondered how many times I could fuck my mom in one day. Visions of different positions flashed through my mind when Mom brought me back to reality when she softly spoke.
“I’d love to, and we will do that one of these days but not today. We have a full schedule ahead of us. We have a client at one in the afternoon. Then we’re going to take your aunt out to the movies and dinner and have one more appointment at eight tonight.”
Unable to contain my surprise, I exclaimed, “Mom, that’s an aggressive plan. Do you want me to be with other women now? You’re the only one I want. Why don’t we tell Sharon we don’t want to take on more clients?”
She giggled and kissed me before explaining. “First off, Sharon doesn’t have anything to do with it. She was my first customer. I interviewed the other women at their houses.”
After processing Mom’s revelation, I realized she had sent me to Sharon’s to give her a baby. This whole time I thought this was Sharon’s grand plan. Someone else might have felt used, but I felt nothing but love and admiration for my mother. Everything she did was for my benefit.
“Concerning other women, I think it’s healthy for you to have other relationships,” Mom explained. “There was a reason why our clients gave large bonuses. You’re not only a wonderful lover, but you know how to make a woman feel special. I know firsthand how much pleasure a woman can feel with you. I want to share that with other women. The icing on the cake is your college expenses are getting paid.”
She smirked and added, “You only have to promise you’ll sleep with me at night and sexually take care of me. Although, as much as we’re going to be fucking, I won’t be able to afford to pay what I charge others.”
Her sexy smile and talk regarding our future together stirred my prick, but I had to save it for our client in a few hours. When she lifted her body off mine, our skin, bonded together by heat and sweat, reluctantly pulled apart. We chuckled at the sound it made while we separated.
We rose out of bed to dress and have breakfast. I slipped on my robe, and when Mom started to put on hers, I pleaded, “Mom, would you mind wearing your blue nightie through breakfast? It’s something I look forward to each morning.”
She dropped her robe, joy spreading across her face. “Oh no, sweetie. I’ve had that old nightie for far too long. It isn’t proper attire for a mother to parade around in.”
Seeing my disappointment, she giggled while she walked to her closet. I was ready to close my robe and leave when I heard her say, “I’ve been saving this one for you. Do you think this is more appropriate for a mother to wear around her horny son?”
She walked out of her closet wearing a different nightie. She sexily strutted to the edge of the bed, turned slowly, and displayed her new attire.
It was the same style and color as her other nightie, but the material was translucent. It was sheer enough to see everything underneath. It enhanced her beauty more than I thought possible. When she turned to the side, her hard, pink nipples pushed out the top, and her full rounded breasts were visible, showing no signs of sagging.
She turned to face me, placing her hands on her waist, causing her nightie to tighten against her nipples. I stared at her beautifully toned bare thighs, then traveled up to admire her hairy pussy, barely hidden beneath the thin fabric. Her facial expression was a mix of seeking approval with one of lust.
Scanning her beautiful body, my cock quickly filled with blood and poked out the front of my robe, pointing to its prey it desired to attack. Her eyes traveled to my hard cock, and she no longer looked like she needed approval. Her face changed to one of sexual craving.
When she ran her hands up to her breasts over the smooth fabric, she huskily said, “Well, it looks like someone appreciates my newest purchase. The material is silk and feels good too. Come here and see for yourself.”
I walked to her and held her tight, running my hands over the thin silky material, caressing her sexy body.
“You’re so beautiful, Mom. You turn me on whenever I look at you. Anything you wear makes me hot,” I said, kissing her passionately. I squeezed her thinly covered breasts, twisting her engorged nipples. She pushed my robe off my shoulders and wrapped her fingers around my hard, throbbing cock. I lowered my hands below her nightie to hold her firm ass. She panted while passionately kissing me.
She murmured, “Oh, honey. I love it that you get aroused by me. You’ve awakened my sexual lust, and I adore your wonderful cock. I love what you’re doing to me, but we should eat breakfast and prepare for our next client.”
Instead of releasing my cock, she stroked it while her kissing intensified. With my hands still holding her firm buns, I coaxed her backward. Lowering her down, I positioned her on the edge of the bed. I lifted her legs, causing her nightie to rise and expose her hairy, wet gash. I walked into her, shoving my rock-hard prick into her welcoming snatch. I couldn’t believe I was fucking my beautiful mother again, and it felt as great as the first time.
My stiff shaft pistoned in and out of her hairy hole. Her breasts flopped up and down beneath the thin nightie while I bottomed out forcefully each time. With her legs on my shoulders, she incoherently muttered phrases of pleasure while I continued to ravish her body in an attempt to release my pent-up sexual lust. Concentrated on our incestuous coupling, we could care less about any client today. We followed our primal animal instincts to fuck as no mother and son should be doing.
She chanted while I drove my ram into her oily hole. “Fuck me hard. Love me and fuck me like a true Motherfucker.”
I pounded her horny pussy until I neared my orgasm. With my shaft fully embedded in her cavern, I stopped stroking to allow our excitement levels to lower. We locked eyes while our groins mashed together. Moving her legs off my shoulders, she wrapped them around my waist. With a lustful look, she opened her arms, inviting me to her hot body. A clear invitation from a mother wanting her son to finish fucking her. It was an offering I wasn’t going to pass up.
I lowered down to her nightie-clad torso and kissed her open mouth. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight while my expanding prick stretched her pussy walls. Holding onto her ass, I jack-hammered my mother’s pussy. While we kissed, we locked eyes, continuing to enjoy the spontaneous and exciting coupling. Looking into each other’s souls, we communicated our intense love. Her beautiful, brown eyes widened, signaling her impending orgasm.