Chapter 4

Upon arriving home, I dashed to my room, stripped, and slipped on my robe. Leaving the door open again, I pondered whether to give Mom another display of my prick. I recalled the signals she sent out with each client and wondered what outfit or hint she’d provide. Too much longer at this job, and she’d end up with a large selection of nighties.

I thought, “Did she use the nightwear strictly to help me with the women, or was she flirting with me? Should I confide in her and express my feelings?”

She may harbor little to no sexual desire for me, just motherly love. If she shared the same incestuous cravings, she would have acted on it when she came into my room with my prick sticking out of my robe. I still loved her and could deal with a non-physical relationship, knowing her sexy body would still provide me with fantasies. Deep in thought, I missed the sound of our client’s car when I heard Mom climbing the steps.

“Sam, are you ready?” Mom asked, remaining outside my room, avoiding another embarrassing situation.

“Yes, Mom. Ready as I can be,” I answered, rising from my bed. Mom entered and hugged me. She wore her blue nightie, the first one I saw her in. That threw me for a loop.

I wondered, “Did she run out of styles and have to resort to repeats? Did she even know it was my favorite?”

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Unfortunately, it appeared there would be no leg or ass groping. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her while I stroked her back.

She released me, placing her hands on the side of my head to lock my eyes with hers. She pulled me tight to her moist lips, maintaining eye contact while we kissed. She opened her mouth wide enough to slide her tongue across my lips.

My tongue darted through my lips, meeting hers. Her eyes screamed lust, far beyond the motherly love kind. Our breathing rapidly increased when we kissed like no mother and son should. Regrettably, she pulled back and cooed, “Good luck. Enjoy yourself.”

My gaze remained on the backs of her beautiful legs while she walked out the door. She kissed me before the session with Snow White. My prick jumped up, reminiscing about the time we had spent together. Would this client be similar? Catching myself wasting precious time daydreaming, I snapped back to reality and made my way to Mom’s room to meet the next woman.

Her stiff nipples, pushing up the silky fabric, looked promising. Maybe this lady wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as the others. I moved the sheet up to her knees and began caressing her lower legs. I guessed that the woman was in her mid-thirties and had kept in good shape. No signs of uneasiness while I stroked her hot legs. I moved my hands up under the sheet feeling her knees and upper legs. They were firm and smooth, and my hands explored every inch. I pushed the sheet up to below her pussy to admire her legs.

They were as beautiful to look at as they were to touch. I immediately recognized the shapely legs as Mom’s. “My mother was the woman hidden under the sheet!” my inner voice screamed. My prick expanded to maximum hardness. Was she testing me to ascertain whether my technique was adequate for her clients? Did she wear her blue nightie, hinting it was her? We never discussed her system of nightwear. Maybe she self-consciously wore it without realizing the significance. I wondered if she’d let me proceed partway before stopping me. Either way didn’t bother me; I was going to enjoy as much of her succulent body as possible.

I began my usual routine, complimenting my client. “Your legs and thighs are some of the best I’ve seen. They’re beautiful and so sexy.” My hands advanced from her lower legs to her thighs, squeezing and caressing her meaty thighs. I wrapped my hands around them, achieving more skin contact.

She moaned from my soothing massage. I leaned down to kiss her nearest thigh while stroking her other. Her familiar scent hit me before a gush of pussy musk filled my nostrils. It elevated my lust to levels I hadn’t felt before.

Releasing my mouth from her succulent thighs, I shifted upward and admired the sight of Mom’s exposed flesh, just below her covered pussy. Moving my hands to the outside of her thighs, I gripped the sheet in both hands. My heart raced while I anticipated the first time I would gaze upon Mom’s pussy. Hearing her inhale sharply, I watched Mom’s perky breasts pushing the sheet up and down. She knew her son was ready to unveil her motherly treasure and was as nervous as me. My hands slithered up the outside of her body, pushing the thin fabric up.

When I reached the middle of her flat stomach, blood flowed to my already hard prick when my mother’s hairy pussy became exposed. Mom’s breath turned raspy and quick, realizing her son stared at her pussy for the first time. She had trimmed the sides, leaving the middle patch intact. My gaze focused on her untamed and bushy mound. Her fat, blood-filled pussy lips were tucked in the middle of her forest of brunette fur. I ran my fingers up and down both sides of her pussy, mashing her lips together, then spreading them out, displaying her wet canal. She moaned under the sheet while I played with her pussy, my place of origin.

“Jesus, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I murmured. “Your hairy mound turns me on.”

If, in fact, Mom was testing me, she would soon stop the process. I decided to show her how I treat our ‘special’ clients and see how serious she was to continue her charade.

“Someone as sexy and beautiful as you will receive our premium treatment. Your pussy requires much more attention than the other clients.” She moaned, and her muscles tensed when she heard her son praising her matronly muff.

Spreading her labia apart, I lowered my mouth to her steaming snatch. When I licked up and down her sensitive pussy lips, she gasped and groaned with pleasure. My rough tongue explored higher until it found her clit. Another moan emanated from under the sheet while I mauled her sensitive nub. Her hands clenched tight but remained at her sides while I feasted on her horny pussy. I had to admit that she demonstrated a large amount of resilience to restrain herself while I pleasured her. My tongue darted into her hot canal, intensifying my attack.

Unable to contain herself, her hands flew to the back of my head, not to push me away but to pull me in harder. While my rough tongue explored her sensitive cunt walls, she grunted loudly, finally receiving the attention she had long desired from her son.

Raising her knees and capturing my head between her thighs, she squeezed tightly, pulling my mouth to her starved pussy. Her body stiffened each time my tongue scraped along her sensitive walls. My face became soaked from her leaking pussy cream while she enjoyed the face-fuck from her son. Bringing her near orgasm several times, I’d ease up to let her recover. After ten minutes of teasing, I decided to escalate her to a climax.

Moving my mouth to the top of her pussy, I moved the hood of her sensitive nub to the side and captured her engorged clit. While I squeezed and rolled her most sensitive piece of flesh, I shoved three fingers deep into her hole. Her hips humped while her body tensed and shook from her long-awaited cataclysmic release. After a long guttural moan, juices erupted from her slot when she climaxed. I sucked her sweet nectar from her convulsing cunt. She humped several times into my sucking mouth while I maintained close contact.

Mom’s arms and legs fell limply to the bed, exhausted from her incestuous climax. I pulled back to admire the prize I’d lusted after. Moving her hands up, she pulled a pillow over the top of her sheet-covered face. She must have been afraid I’d know it was her, anticipating a screaming episode when I finally entered her.

I thought, “How could she not know that I recognized her?”

She kept her face hidden, pretending to be a client. Maybe it was how she wanted the seduction to proceed, or she thought I’d finish and leave without realizing it was her. Not wanting to spoil her planned seduction, I didn’t reveal that I knew she was my mother.

I caressed her thighs while she recovered from her orgasm. When I inched near her body, my hard prick bumped against her leg, leaving a trail of precum slime. The touch of my shaft on her smooth thigh resulted in a long groan, muffled by the pillow. I massaged her mound, running my fingers through her forest of soft fur.

“Your pussy is perfect. It’s such a turn-on for me because your pussy is how I’ve fantasized my mother’s would look. I love her and have wanted to stroke her pussy more than anything.”

She still didn’t talk but moaned and moved her hips around while I played with her hairy mound. Shifting lower, I stroked and caressed the smooth skin at the top of her legs. “And your thighs are so firm and smooth. They remind me of my mother’s legs. She allowed me to touch them once. It was exciting, being able to stroke the legs of the woman I love.”

I wrapped my hands around her thighs, lifting and massaging them. I spread her out widely, opening her juicy, hungry cunt. Her breasts heaved up and down under the sheet while her breathing rate increased. Her excitement grew, upon hearing her son’s soothing talk. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her muscles tensing in anticipation of our incestuous liaison.

Sliding up her body, I rested my balls on top of her slimy slit and nestled my shaft on top of her soft mound. I shoved the sheet upward to rest immediately below her breasts, revealing her smooth midriff and rib cage. Caressing her hot skin, I squeezed chunks of flesh, marveling at her sexy body.

“Normally, I’m not allowed to expose your breasts, but you have me more excited than normal. I’m fantasizing you’re my mom, and I’ve wanted to see and squeeze her breasts for a long time,” I hoarsely croaked while moving the sheet up to her neck, exposing her glorious globes. They were bigger than I had imagined and topped with hard, pink nipples.

I cupped her succulent mounds, kneading and massaging them. Her breathing increased while I mauled her firm breasts. She released a gasp of air when I captured her nipples with my fingers and lightly twisted them. She humped her hips up, attempting to capture her son’s cock. She wasn’t playing any games now; she wanted to fuck her son.

It was a pivotal moment in our lives. To ensure Mom was willing to shed all of her inhibitions, I taunted her, “You are one horny lady, aren’t you? This pussy deserves a fat cock shoved up it. I’m going to fuck you as if you were my mother.”

She screeched through the pillow and widened her legs.

“Don’t worry, sexy lady. I’ll fuck you until your pussy gets the satisfaction it desires. And then I’ll deposit a large load of sperm deeply into your pussy.” Delirious with excitement, I looked down to see my prick within an inch of its target. I used one hand to guide my fat head to her pussy and swished it around the mouth of her slot, smearing her slick fluids on my blood-engorged knob.

Knowing I would remember this moment forever, I didn’t immediately enter her, swirling my tip around the thick lips surrounding her gaping gash. We breathed rapidly and shallowly while I prepared to return to my birth canal two decades later. I shoved until the flared bottom of my head sunk past her outer lips, nestled in a hot, wet oven of flesh. Her pussy contracted with a mini-orgasm while she screamed into the pillow, coating my head with slick cum.

I pulled out to admire my shiny, beet-red prick, anxious to return into her warm interior. I pushed in further the next time, slowly parting the folds of her long unused channel. Repeating the shallow fucking, I stretched her pussy, while she bathed my cock with oily cum from her mini-orgasms.

Her pelvis humped up and down, trying to swallow more of her son’s hard prick. While my cock slid deeper into her tight sheath, I teased her nipples. Her velvety pussy walls surrounded my rock-hard cock while I slowly descended. Her juices copiously flowed, covering my shaft, enabling it to easily slice through her clasping cunt. My eyes locked onto my prick, sliding into my mother’s pussy for the first time.

Hitting bottom, our pubic hairs meshed together, causing us to groan in unison. I remained fully embedded and whispered, “This is how I envisioned it would look if I ever fucked my mother. It feels so good. My mom gave birth to me and gifted me with a prick that would fill her pussy completely.”

She was beyond groaning, more like gurgling. Her hips and thighs moved around, signaling her desire for a good, solid fuck from her son. I pulled back and slammed in hard, then again. Mesmerized by my hammering cock sliding in and out of my mother elevated my excitement level. Our freely flowing sex juices saturated our pubic hair. My prick was slathered with a white, frothy mixture of sex juices enabling it to slide effortlessly to the bottom of my mother’s cunt.