She laughed at me as I worked her skirt up over her hips, trying to push me away. I yanked her panties down and pushed her feet apart. “Don’t fight me Mom,” I said.
“I’m making dinner!” she argued weakly. She was peeling potatoes for mashed, and I thrust my cock up inside her, without worrying if she was ready or not. She gasped, and I was surprised to find she was ready. Not soaked, but not dry as a bone either.
“Damn, Mom! You’re wet. What have you been doing, you dirty girl?”
I bent her over, and pounded into her, making her grunt with each thrust. “How come you’re wet, Mom? Is there another man in your life? One of those office guys? Somebody been messing with my pussy?” I teased.
She didn’t answer right away, so I reached up and squeezed her titties. She moaned and gasped. “Some bastard been man-handling your tits, Mom? Dipping his wick, in my private well?”
“N-n-no,” she groaned. “He only kissed me.”
To say I was shocked would be the understatement of the year. “He kissed you? Some stranger kissed my woman?”
She moaned, pushing back against me. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“You liked it didn’t you?”
“J-j-just a kiss,” she grunted as I fucked her harder.
“He wants you doesn’t he? Wants to fuck this hot little pussy.” I slapped her ass, firmly. “Wants to fuck my pussy!”
“He’s bad,” Mom mumbled.
“Bad? How bad? Is he tapping this sweet ass? Sucking on these incredible tits? Is he Mom? Can the bastard make you come like me? Is he fucking my pussy?”
“No!” she moaned pitifully, “Flirting.”
“Flirting my ass!” I slapped her bottom again. “He touched you, didn’t he? I bet he touched your tits. Couldn’t resist those big tits!”
She was gasping, and I realized she was about to come. I couldn’t believe it. “MY tits Mom!” I growled, smacking her ass cheeks. “Mine. My tits, my pussy, my ass!”
“Yours,” she whimpered, “Oh God!” she cried out, and I felt her pussy twitching around my cock.
“Dirty office slut, coming on your son’s cock, thinking of another man! Don’t you dare let him have you. You’re mine ’til I go to school, you understand?”
“Yours baby . . . I swear . . . it was only . . . flirting.”
I pounded into her, groaning as I reached the point of no return. “Mine,” I gasped, erupting inside of her.
When I pulled out of her, she spun around and hugged me. “I would never cheat on you, Travis. Never. He didn’t stand a chance.”
I hugged her back. “I know, Mom. But you’re a hot woman. All those men are going to want you. I mean, seriously, look at yourself. You’re a total MILF! I can’t help but be a little jealous.”
“Nobody but yours, Travis. I swear.”
I kissed her. “Damn, Mom, you were on fire. You came when I was fucking that naughty pussy, didn’t you?”
She blushed. “Maybe.”
“Maybe nothing! You came on my cock, you dirty girl.” I didn’t know if it was the spanking, or talking about another guy, perhaps it was guilt. But I’d finally done it, and I was going to make sure it happened again.
And I did, for three last incredible days.
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So that’s what I did on my Christmas break. I taught my mom and sister how to enjoy sex. I made sure they had both learned the lesson well before I left for school. Mom took those last few days off, and between her and Teri, they destroyed me. Drained me dryer than the Sahara.
Like I said at the beginning, if you read this you’ll probably think I’m a sneaky, immoral, sick, and opportunistic bastard.
I’m not sneaky, and I know who my father is. As for the rest of it, it may be true, but I have no regrets. I love my mother and sister, and I believe their lives will be better because of our magical time together, over Christmas break. I think I may have learned almost as much from them as they did from me. For five weeks, I lived a dream, even if the last week almost killed me.
Now I need to find a way to avoid Courtney for a couple of days. If I tried to have sex now, my poor cock would scream and run away. Hell, I haven’t talked to her in ages, it seems. She may even have a new guy. Wouldn’t that be a kick in the pants?
Then again, I really need to see Rachel, and let her know how much I appreciate everything she taught me. There might even be a thing or two I could teach her.
I think it’s going to be a great semester.
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Mr. Porter,
Your story was definitely engaging, and you exceeded the length requirement tenfold, while using all the vocabulary words appropriately. The writing is more than adequate, with some grammatical dispensation for the dialog. However, the directions specifically stated it had to be a true story, and it is extremely difficult to believe this was how you spent your holiday break. Except for the possible fictional elements, you easily earned yourself an A. I would be in denial if I didn’t admit it was the most interesting essay I received.
My office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays from 2:00 until 4:00. Please plan to visit my office tomorrow at 4:00 pm and please be prompt. I believe I would be derelict if I didn’t establish to my satisfaction the veracity of your claims. If necessary we can hold additional meetings until I’m convinced of the factual content.
Dr. Renee Hamilton.
PS. I concur with the last line of your essay.
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