Mom Loves to Read
Copyright© 2023 by MrCurrie
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Thanks to Porn, Mother and Son Bond
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Spanking
I slept more soundly than I had for a long time. My dreams revolved around my beautiful mother and me making sweet love. Gaining consciousness, memories of fucking my mom reminded me of where I was. Feeling my cock being cleaned with a warm cloth, I realized Mom had already awakened and wasn’t underneath me any longer. Opening my eyes revealed only darkness.
Feeling Mom’s mask over my eyes, I moved my hand to remove it but I couldn’t. My hands and feet were tied to the bed like I had done to Mom the previous night. It looked like she wanted to play games. My cock jerked as Mom finished cleaning the dried cum off my shaft.
Sensing I was awake, Mom whispered, in a sultry tone, “Good thing I found you and not your mother. I came over to visit with her this morning and when I couldn’t find anyone I looked around. What would she say if she found her son tied to the bed and his cock caked with cum?”
It was her turn to play the intruder game and I was only too glad to act like the poor victim, knowing I’d be rewarded in the end.
“Please, lady. Don’t tell Mom. She’d kill me. I can’t remember what happened. Perhaps, someone drugged me and took advantage of me. I’ll do anything to keep this between us.”
Mom couldn’t help but giggle at my dialogue. The bed shook from Mom crawling off the bed to get rid of the washcloth. Feeling the bed move again, her warm hands soothingly stroked my calves.
“These hunky legs are really sexy,” Mom swooned, while caressing my hairy limbs. “I can see why girls would like them — firm and muscular. Your prick is nice and large too. I bet whoever was here last night went away satisfied. Damn, it looks like I missed a spot.”
Her rough tongue slid up the side of my shaft. When she made it to the tip, she swirled around the edge causing my prick to harden even more. I groaned while she licked my rod. Her petite hand cradled my balls and lightly squeezed as she worshiped my prick. Her other hand wrapped around the base and held it upright. When her head enveloped my sensitive tip, a groan escaped from deep within me. Her tongue swirled around my flared helmet while her hand stroked my shaft.
For not having sex for a long time, Mom sure knew how to suck cock. I hoped that she learned from reading my porn books. It excited me to think I was involved with Mom’s sexual prowess.
Briefly pulling off, she whispered, “Don’t be too loud. We don’t want your mother coming in to investigate.”
“I’ll try but you’re so damn good, it’s hard to remain quiet. I’ll do better. Please continue.”
She replied, “Thank you for the compliment. Your cock is so tasty. When’s the last time you had your prick sucked? Was it from some slutty college girl?”
My thoughts raced for an answer. Should I tell her about Monica or fabricate a story? My mind immediately answered. I wasn’t going to lie to my mother. I loved her too much to be untruthful.
“Actually, it was two nights ago. It was an older woman, my sister.”
Mom alarmingly asked, “Your sister? How long have you been having intimate relations with your sibling?”
“We haven’t been together. She was drunk and didn’t know what she was doing. It happened during a car ride. She doesn’t even remember doing it,” I confessed.
Her hand gripped tighter and pumped my cock faster. My breathing rate became short and rapid from the intense pleasure.
“I guess mistakes do happen,” Mom stated, with a hint of jealousy. “Hopefully, she treated your cock with the respect it deserves. Did she swallow your cum?”
I croaked, “She was good, even drunk and not knowing she was doing it. She sucked down every drop. It was pretty exciting receiving a blowjob while less than three feet from my sexy mother.”
“Wow, your mother was in the car?” Mom asked, faking surprise. “That must have been a thrill. What were you thinking about, when your sister slurped your fine prick?”
I quickly replied, “My mom, of course. I envisioned it was her instead of my sister. That’s why I erupted so fast.”
It was the right answer. Her mouth captured my prick again. She lowered down my shaft running her raspy tongue along the sides as her mouth descended. Colliding against her fist, she rose back up while her hand squeezed and followed her mouth. She sucked and stroked my prick like a pro.
My balls expanded, nearing my orgasm. She sensed the blood flowing into my shaft and stroked faster. Her mouth vacuumed and sucked on my hard prick, trying to pull my cum out of my balls. When the first stream flowed up my fleshy stem, she squeezed my balls. She kept sucking and swallowed my load of morning cum. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth. She didn’t allow a drop to escape. When my pulsing subsided, she released my spent cock.
“Too bad your sister couldn’t remember how tasty your cum is. This should take care of you for a while. At least if your mother comes in, she won’t see your glorious cock fully hardened.”
When Mom decided to continue playing the game, I wondered what was next.
“Lady, can you let me go now?” I asked, stifling my urge to giggle. “I don’t want Mom seeing me like this.”
“Lie still. I’ll make sure she doesn’t come in. Let me play with my toys for a bit, first.”
She stroked and caressed my legs while I remained restrained. Her soothing hands and my post-orgasmic euphoria were enough to transition me into a dream-like state of consciousness. I felt myself drifting off to sleep from the soothing situation.
The ringing phone in the kitchen snapped me out of it. The answering machine picked up the call. I couldn’t discern the voice or message but Mom did. Suddenly, the warm bed sheets covered my body.
Mom whispered, “I need to take care of that and ensure your mother didn’t hear it. I’m keeping you covered in case she comes in. If I allowed you to catch a cold, your mother would never forgive me.”
Hearing the door close, it wasn’t long before I heard muffled voices. She must have called back the person who left a message. I wondered who it could be and why it was taking so long. My smothered body heated up, not only from the covers, but when my mind drifted to the previous night, making love to Mom for the first time. Those memories would stick with me forever. My prick jerked in response as I started to drift off with thoughts of Mom.
The sheets abruptly thrown off me jolted me out of my daydream. “I finally got rid of the pest calling and luckily for you, your mother didn’t stir. We’re safe for the moment,” Mom related, still posing as an intruder.
Feeling her soft buns smash atop my upper thighs, I begged, “Can you release me now? You can’t keep me tied up here forever.”
“Patience, dear. We still have some unfinished business to discuss. It looks like it’s time to proceed. You prick agrees with me,” she noted, brushing her hand across my semi-hard prick.
Wrapping her hand around my shaft, she stroked it several times until it turned steel-hard. Her hands roamed higher, caressing and massaging my torso.
“Your chest turns me on so much. Not too hairy, soft but firm. My pussy won’t stop leaking from feeling your sexy flesh,” Mom cooed.
Emphasizing her meaning she moved up and mashed her furry mound on top of my trapped rod. She wiggled around until her outer lips enclosed my prick, keeping it outside of her hot oven.
“Your prick feels good against my slit. I bet you’d like to sink it to the bottom of my horny pussy, wouldn’t you?” she asked, her voice laden with lust.
She used the same technique when I teased her the previous night. Was she teaching me a lesson? My desire grew as I longed for my cock to be buried deep inside her steaming snatch. She continued to slide to and fro, coating my staff with her pre-cum. Her blowjob must have affected her, as her slot profusely leaked pussy juice.
Trying to encourage her, I muttered, “Your pussy feels marvelous. The only improvement would be if it was my mother sliding her hairy pussy over me.”
She groaned and increased her glide rate. She slowed each time my flared tip scraped against her hooded, pleasure bud. Her breathing rate increased with her elevated sexual state.
Panting, she croaked, “Your mom called me last night and complained that you tortured her. She told me that you made her beg for your hard cock when she was in dire need of it. It’s not nice to treat your mother so cruelly.”
Confirming my suspicions that she was teasing me as I did her, I thought about an answer she would like to hear. “I wanted her to admit she loved me as much as I loved her. I didn’t want to have sex with her. I wanted to make love to her.”
“Your mommy raised no dummy. Good answer, stud,” she croaked, lodging my prick into her sheath, sucking my prick into her creamy crease. Once fully inserted, she rose until my prick almost escaped before quickly descending. Our bodies slapped together as my prick filled her completely. Her fingers dug into my ribs, leveraging herself while fucking me.
When I bucked to meet her thrusts, she stopped.
“Don’t move. It’ll make too much noise and your mother will hear us. Stay still and let me enjoy the ride. The first one is for me,” she declared, continuing to rise and fall.
At least I knew I’d last a long time without having to do any work. My only regret was I couldn’t see her bouncing breasts while she rode me. Her panting and groaning increased in volume. Her pussy vibrated, and when I was sure she was going to orgasm, she pulled off my juicy rod. The bed shook as she turned around. Her feet snuggled up against my waist, and her knees butted against my legs. She positioned herself for reverse cowgirl.
Her hand held my prick upright as her tight channel slid down my length. Once she hit bottom, her hands gripped my ankles. She slowly humped me, twisting and grinding in an attempt to find the right angle. She was in total control, and her pussy notified her immediately when my fat head connected with her pleasure spots.
It didn’t take long before she groaned louder than before. My bent prick sent waves of bliss through my body as she furiously pumped my staff. Releasing her grip from my ankles, her weight shifted as she rose upright to obtain a different angle. Her fingertips collided with my balls when she lowered to my groin. She fingered her clit while riding me.
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