Chapter 10

I arrived home around five, starved and horny. Laura told us earlier she would be coming home late from shopping, leaving Mom and me to ourselves. The kitchen was empty, so I went into our bedroom. Mom was showering in the bathroom. It was an easy decision; dinner could wait.

Stripping off my clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether I should join Mom in the shower. The water stopped, and the glass door slid open, solving my dilemma. My stiff prick pointed straight up, thinking about my encounter at the office. Five minutes later, Mom opened the door and stepped into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.

“Well, hi there,” Mom greeted me. Her eyes went directly to my one-eyed monster. A cute, crooked smirk formed on her beautiful face; her brows furrowed. “Didn’t you meet with Mom this afternoon?” she asked.

Standing up, I walked to her, removed the towel, and hugged her tightly, my cock pressing into her soft stomach. “I did, but hearing you in the shower brought back some pleasant memories,” I replied. I kissed her gently, slowly working up to a passionate, tongue-battling kiss. Her hands caressed my back while mine cupped and squeezed her firm ass.

It wasn’t long before one of her hands found my manhood and bent it to the side. “Your cock is so hard it might put a dent in our baby,” she croaked, giggling. “There’s a better place to keep it warm and happy. I’m so fucking horny from thinking about you all day. My pussy is wet and ready. Let’s fuck.”

She flopped onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her glistening slit confirmed her state of arousal. Grabbing underneath her knees, I folded her legs and pushed them up near her chest. I lowered and sank my prick to the bottom of her tight cunt. She gasped at the forceful entry but showed her approval by humping her hips back to swallow more of her son’s cock.

I relentlessly pounded her pussy, unable and unwilling to allow her to stave off her orgasm. She groaned and attempted to bump her hips in sync with mine, but couldn’t keep up with my rapid pistoning. Ten minutes later, I felt her pussy vibrate and squeeze. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming already. You’re fucking your mommy so good.”

After her last spasm, I rose and gripped her ankles. I placed them on my shoulders and sank my prick back into her soaked pussy. Her breasts heaved from her rapid breathing, caused by her first orgasm. Her eyes widened when I resumed my previous furious pace.

Her tits flopped back and forth while I drilled her oily well. “I love fucking you, Mom!” I screamed. “Your pussy is perfect for my cock.”

She couldn’t reply, gasping and grunting from my hammering ram. When Mom’s legs slid up and down on the fronts of my shoulders, my mind filled with visions of Peggy’s luscious legs. Blood surged into my prick, setting off Mom’s climax. My cock pulsed and jerked while Mom’s body jerked through her orgasm.

My prick deflated after experiencing such an intense explosion. I pulled out, lowered her legs, and snuggled next to her. I gently caressed her stomach in an attempt to bond with our child. A wave of guilty remorse flowed through me; I had used my mother to satiate my lust for another woman. “I’m sorry I was so rough, Mom. You deserve much more love than I showed.”

“Don’t worry about your mother,” Mom replied. “I loved every minute of it. Every time doesn’t have to be about making love. Raw sex can be thrilling. I need to talk to Mom, though. It appears she didn’t satisfy you today.”

“She did fine,” I replied unconvincingly.

After a few minutes of relaxing, she asked, “How’s Peggy doing?” Did she know what was behind my fervent fucking? Of course, she did.

“She’s okay. I helped her with her calculus homework,” I answered, hoping to throw her off.

“That’s nice,” Mom said and added, “You know, she’s quite smart, don’t you?”

“She is, but it wasn’t in her field of study, so I was glad to help.”

Mom giggled and said, “When I talked to her last time, she told me how math is one of her strongest subjects, and she’s doing well at it.” She giggled again and continued, “It appears she’s smarter than my naive son.”

Thinking back to working with Peggy on the problems, it did seem strange that she picked it up so fast. I wondered why she faked her struggles.

Remaining silent for too long, Mom answered my thoughts. “I bet she rewarded you for your help, didn’t she?”

Mom rolled on her side and looked at me while stroking my chest. “Let me guess: a hug and a light kiss?”

My face blushed from embarrassment. Peggy’s scheme all along was an excuse to kiss me. “I wish you couldn’t read minds, Mom. It takes all the mystery out of our relationship.”

She leaned close and kissed my cheek. “I’ve been your mother for twenty years, and I’m a woman who knows all the tricks.”

“If she’s interested in me, why didn’t she tell me rather than make up a story?”

“During your visits with her, did you ask her what her favorite books were?” she asked.

“No, it never came up.”

“Of course not. Otherwise, you’d know that Peggy loves romance novels. She’s a romantic and loves the art of seduction. You made her day today, and in the process, it benefited me with a thorough fucking. I like her more every day.”

“There’s so much I don’t know about women,” I sighed. Reaching over, I cupped and caressed one of her breasts. We kissed while our hands explored each other’s bodies.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m here to guide you and reveal our secrets,” Mom said, giggling.

When our kissing intensified, my prick jerked to life. Pushing her over flat on her back, I rolled between her legs. She raised her knees, spreading her legs out wide. “Already?” Mom asked. “I think there might be something I’m missing about your encounter with Peggy.”

“This concerns you, Mom. I’m fucking you until you give up some more of your secrets,” I said while slipping my hard cock into her welcoming sleeve. I kneaded her breasts while steadily fucking her. It was her favorite position, her face filled with bliss, proving it.

“This will do it. I’ll tell you a tidbit about Peggy after you bring me to an orgasm. Fuck me good, honey, and earn your reward.”

She knew she didn’t have to threaten me to receive a good screwing, but it added to our excitement. We made love this time, rather than rutting like animals as before. She hugged and kissed me while we joined, as no mother and son should. After fifteen minutes of passionate thrusting, she neared her orgasm. I knew I could hold off due to our earlier erotic coupling.

After she wrapped her legs around me, she humped her hips up, banging into my groin with every stroke. She released my mouth to gasp for air, and when her pussy walls rippled with excitement, she yelled, “Fuck your mother hard! My long legs are going to pull you in deep. Just like Peggy’s legs would.”

That was enough to push me over the edge. My bulbous head slammed against her back wall and spurted out a wad of cum. My prick pounded her hungry pussy, jerking and throbbing while her walls milked my spitting snake. We grunted and groaned through our orgasmic release. When her legs collapsed onto the bed, I pulled out and snuggled next to her again.

“You’re cheating, Mom, using your mind-reading skills.” We giggled while we recovered.

“You fulfilled your end of the bargain. You’ve satisfied your mother, and now it’s time for me to repay you.”

Leaning over, she kissed me gently before continuing, “On one of my visits with Peggy, she asked me for the name of my hairdresser and the brand of my shampoo.”

No one had influenced Peggy; she changed her look on purpose. Mom observed my puzzled look and said, “There’s an old proverb that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but every woman knows that the real path runs through his mother.” She snickered and kissed me again.

“I think Peggy might be a little devious,” I commented. “Her playbook is right on, though. Every son wants to fuck his mother.”

After another thirty minutes, we threw on our robes and prepared a light dinner. We cleaned up and retired to bed afterward, content to cuddle and talk.

An hour later, the door closed, and Laura entered. “What have we got going on here?” she asked, “Mother and son consoling each other after a hard day?” She stripped and snuggled onto my backside.

“It was more like a training session. I had to reveal some of our feminine secrets to my innocent son,” Mom answered. She explained my encounter with Peggy and our ensuing sex session.

Laura’s hand snuck around and gripped my prick. “Did your Mommy spill her guts when you stuck this monster up her tight pussy? How much information did she divulge? Did she tell you that when Peggy got her promotion, I told her that Monica prefers her office managers not to wear a bra?”