Chapter 4

The next morning was a repeat of the previous one, except that I adhered to my self-imposed promise, refraining from throwing Mom onto the table for a morning fuck. As before, she wore her nightie and it was hard to concentrate on eating, glancing repeatedly at her sexy, curvaceous body.

She returned my glimpses, her lust-filled eyes mirroring mine. After we finished our meal, Mom reached over with her foot and ran it up and down my leg, further increasing my hardness. A lustful smile surfaced as she continued to caress my leg with her foot. Rising, she scooted her chair closer to mine and instructed, “Move your chair to face me because I want to ask you a few questions.”

I sat down after positioning it, my gaze locked onto her breasts and chocolate-brown bush, barely concealed underneath her sheer nightie. She placed her hands on my knees and rubbed up and down, caressing my thighs. “Mike, do you think you could answer a few questions without fabricating a lie like you and my sister have been doing for a week? After all, you know you don’t have to make up a story to plunge your cock in my pussy anytime you want.”

“Of course, Mom. I’ll tell you anything you want. I have no secrets from you,” I confessed as I stroked her lovely thighs.

She started out by asking, “How many days did it take for my horny sister to seduce you? Was it like the third day you visited her?”

She no doubt saw my look of surprise. She not only knew I was fucking my aunt, her sister, but recounting the days, she knew the day too. “As a matter of fact, it was the third day. I can’t believe you knew and didn’t say anything to me.”

“It was pretty obvious. You reeked of pussy when you came home that night. You obviously showered before you fucked yourselves dry. I figured she was planning on seducing you when she first called, but I didn’t mind. It was a silent reward I wanted to give you.” She reached up and pulled my robe off my shoulders and stroked my chest. “Tell me how she did it.”

I explained in detail all that took place. She laughed when I told her about the ‘lip’ syndrome my aunt used. To finish, I disclosed, “Do you remember that Friday when you entered the garden and found me in my shorts? Aunt Brenda saw my prick harden when I glanced at your legs and knew her suspicions were correct about my deepest desires—you.”

“I’m flattered that my legs do that to you,” she remarked. “What’d she do after that?”

“She couldn’t wait to pull me in the house and suck me off. Before I left, we finished with a round of farewell sex.”

“Who’s idea was it for you to seduce me?” she asked. “If you two were already fucking, I’d think she’d want to keep you for yourself.”

“She sprung it on me at the end of our parting fuck. She made me act like she was you, having me call out your name when I fucked her. It drove both of us crazy, ending with the best fuck of the week. Afterward, she explained that mother-son sex really turns her on and she’s the one that came up with the whole church thing, although I was a very willing participant.”. She laughed and confided, “I knew that the religious program was completely bogus. I figured she was fronting her own money too. She’s rich, and it was just a way to keep you at the local college while allowing her to introduce us to fucking. I went along and enjoyed the show.”

“Wow. You knew the whole time? I was worried when you stopped us part way through. You really played us. Why didn’t you tell me how you felt sooner?”

Her smile grew as she replied, “Call me a romantic. I love a slow seduction. I had some fantastic orgasms each night, reliving the daily routines. Additionally, I found it amusing to watch my sister invent all that stuff to convince me to fuck my son. I didn’t realize she was so much into mother-son sex. It really made her hot?”

“She said her orgasm was the strongest she’s ever had when she acted like my mother. After the first time you and I made love, she sucked me to hardness and mounted me like a bitch in heat. She even came while watching us fuck for the first time. She promised to fund my entire college costs if she could watch us make love again.”

Mom’s expression became thoughtful and calculating as she processed the new information.

Leaning closer, one of her hands cupped my balls while the other stroked my stiff prick, oozing pre-cum. As she bent down, she asked, “Is this how she cleaned you after fucking me?” She licked up and down my shaft, her raspy tongue scraping across my sensitive stem.

“Oh yeah, that’s how she did it, up and down, cleaning off every drop,” I answered, enjoying every minute. She continued licking, using her tongue to abrasively scrape the head when she was at the top.

“She thoroughly cleaned the head like you’re doing. She also stuffed my prick into her mouth, maybe to keep it warm or perhaps to get it rock-hard for the ride she wanted,” I teasingly related.

She wasted no time and lowered her mouth and swallowed my prick. She held onto the shaft with her hand and rotated her head around, thoroughly washing my prick with her tongue. She was as good a cocksucker as her sister, if not better. I was the one groaning now, receiving the pleasure of her mouth fucking. She bobbed up and down, sucking and massaging my entire shaft with her tongue with each stroke. I brushed her shoulder length hair aside and gently caressed her ears while she worshiped my shaft.

Releasing my prick, it slapped against my stomach with a thud. She rose out of her chair and straddled me. Grinning widely, she lifted her nightie, held my prick with one hand and impaled herself on my spear. My cock easily slid into her sodden slot.

She gasped in pleasure when her soft ass cheeks slammed against my legs, my prick fully enclosed in her snatch. Gripping my sides, she raised and lowered herself on my turgid pole. “Is this what she did? Did she ride my boy like a cowgirl? What a slutty sister I have!”

I lifted my hands and gently pushed the sides of her nightie open, exposing her breasts. Cupping her soft mounds, I gently squeezed them while they bobbed up and down.

When I bucked my hips to meet her thrusts, she stopped me. “No, Michael. Sit there and let me cum on your wonderful prick. I can finish without you doing anything. Latch onto my nipples and suck them!”

I wasted no time in obeying her commands. Using my arms to pull her in, I locked onto a nipple and sucked as if I were feeding from her. I switched to the other one and brought my hand around to tease her saliva soaked nipple. She bounced on my pole, twisting her pelvis in order to make contact with the sensitive parts of her pussy. She groaned steadily as her pussy released juices. I remained hard and wasn’t near climaxing, allowing Mom to pump her pussy on my pole at her own pace.

Rapidly panting, she shrieked, “Bite them, Michael!”

I lightly gripped her nipple with my teeth and scraped the sensitive surface.

“Harder, dammit, do it!” she yelled, needing that final push. I bit down on the pointy tip and gently pulled it with my teeth. At the same time, I squeezed and twisted her other nipple as if I was trying to unscrew it from her breast.

“Oh ... That’s it ... Oh damn ... here it comes!”

I felt her juices pouring down my shaft as her pussy walls squeezed my prick, unsuccessfully trying to convince it to spew out a load of cum. After four more contractions, she pulled off, sat down on my legs and held onto my body. I felt her relax and was content to hold her and stroke her back while she recovered.

I never climaxed, my hard prick remaining lodged between us as we enjoyed the moment. Mom tenderly kissed me, taking time to relish in her post-orgasmic bliss. We kissed several more times, each lingering longer than the time before.

As if signaling me, my cock twitched to notify me he still needed attention. The look Mom shot me indicated she felt it too. Evidently, her small orgasms did not fully satisfy her as her eyes were still filled with rampant lust.

She didn’t say anything when she rose from her chair, her nightie falling into place when she stood. She pushed my robe the rest of the way off and grabbed my hands to pull me up. Once standing, she pulled her nightie up and off, throwing it on top of my robe. While looking at me, she raised her right leg as high as it would go and whispered, “Hold my leg, baby.”

I wrapped my arm underneath, not quite understanding what she was going to do. She wrapped her arms over my shoulders, locking them behind my neck and jumped up on me, holding me tightly. I instinctively grasped her other leg and both of my hands adjusted to firmly hold her ass, keeping her up and tightly against me as she locked her legs behind me.

She whispered, “I’d like to discuss something else with you but you’ll need to do one more thing first. Would you please carry your mother to our bedroom so I can show you?”

“Of course, anything for my lovely mother and wife,” I replied, smiling. I had no problem lifting her light body and carrying her to our room. It felt good the way she clung onto me so tightly, her fat breasts squashed out between us. I thought about trying to jam my prick into her hairy snatch, but decided not to disturb the ambience of the moment. As I lowered her down, her soggy patch of pussy hair left a trail of slime on my stomach.

I watched as she crawled up on the bed, lay down on her back and spread her legs in an inviting pose. Bringing her heels up to her ass caused her legs to form a perfect ‘V’. Her hairy snatch opened wide, displaying her wet, pink interior. My prick sprang to full attention, throbbing with excitement.

She smiled, knowing the effect she had on me and pleaded, “Baby, I need you to give your mother a seriously good fucking. The harder, the better. Please make me the happiest mother in town and let me make you the happiest motherfucker in town.”

I crawled onto the bed on my knees and couldn’t resist stroking her long, shapely legs. Like magnets, they drew my hands to touch and feel her smooth flesh. Beginning at the bottom of her thigh. I progressed higher until my fingers scraped across her pussy lips.

She smiled widely and relaxed her muscles, giving herself completely to her son. My fingers traced a line up and down her sensitive outer labia, filled with blood, bringing out a moan from her. I gently grasped and squeezed her lips shut, and ground them against each other, the rubbing motion resulting in a squishy noise from her trapped juices.

Grasping a tuft of pussy hair on either side of her slit, I gently tugged on it, opening and closing her pussy. I laughed inwardly as it reminded me of a koi doing the same, begging for food—only her pussy pleaded for cock.

She asked, “Do you like my hairy pussy? Would you like me to shave it bald for you? I will, if you want.”

I didn’t hesitate, replying, “No. Mothers should always be natural. It’s a turn-on and a constant reminder that I’m fucking my own mother.” Her wide smile confirmed my suspicions that she shared my sentiment.

I ran the side of my hand down her groove, gliding across her clit along the way, causing her body to jump. Her hips bumped up several times, anxious for her son’s prick, but I wanted to extend my foreplay so she could enjoy the fucking she deserved. When I returned my fingers to her juicy pussy, I grasped each fat lip, pulling and kneading them. Her body responded as she moaned, her breathing rate increasing.

Jamming a finger into her pussy, I explored her walls, swirling it around as if I were stirring cream in my coffee. Adding two more fingers, I stroked in and out, scraping her sensitive areas each time. She humped my hand, her slot releasing more juices. I finger-fucked her until she neared her climax before removing them. She sighed from the absence of her pussy being filled, but refrained from saying anything aloud.

Moving higher, my hot hands slowly explored across her smooth toned body until I held her breasts. I squeezed and mauled them without touching her nipples for several minutes, enjoying the feel of her meaty mounds. With her eyes closed, she tilted her head side to side, enjoying her son’s attention. A warm smile played on her full lips enticing me to lean down and kiss her.

Her hands grasped my head and applied pressure to keep our lips mashed together as we tongue fucked. Gripping each of her sensitive nipples with my thumbs and forefingers, I squeezed and teased them, resulting in her pelvis thrusting up, seeking the hard cock she knew was hard, ready and close.

Inching forward, I placed the head of my prick at the entrance to her steaming pussy. She instinctively bucked up trying to further insert it. I released her sensitive breasts and wrapped my hands around her and held her tightly as she kept humping. I remained still, allowing her to do all the work, bumping up and down. Even though only a few inches of cock was in her, she moaned from the shallow fucking.

Releasing my mouth, she gasped for air while her pelvis attempted to swallow in more cock. With her eyes sealed shut, her lust-filled face radiated the blissful pleasure she experienced.

Sensing I was staring at her, she opened her beautiful brown eyes and locked them onto mine. We were so connected she recognized that it was my moment, and with a knowing smile, halted her movement, submitting herself to me.

Verbal communication wasn’t necessary. She lowered her pelvis to the bed, no longer trying to pull my cock into her starving pussy. Her face reflected the immense love she held for me, restraining her own carnal desires to satisfy my needs. While maintaining eye contact, I shoved my cock in another inch, bringing a moan of pleasure from her.

She shifted her hands to my back and gently stroked up and down in a soothing manner, communicating her unconditional love. I shoved my bare cock slowly into my mother, while she smiled and groaned in ecstasy. Thinking of the journey to this point, I could never have ever imagined this would happen, fulfilling all of my fantasies.

The woman I loved sacrificed her own pleasure to ensure my own sexual experience was at its fullest. Each time my fat head drilled in another inch, separating her velvety folds, her cunt clenched tightly, ensuring my shaft wouldn’t escape. I continued until her clasping channel fully engulfed my cock. Her eyes and expression shifted to pleading, my throbbing prick fully embedded in her hot pussy.

I slowly withdrew to her entrance, enjoying the constant pussy contact, leaned down and kissed her. It was an open mouthed kiss, my tongue gently running over her hot lips. It was sensual and conveyed the deep love I had for her. I released her lips, our eyes met once again and I silently communicated that it was her turn.

I turned my concentration to pleasing my mother, who was solely focused on pleasuring her son. Raising my hands to her breasts, I twisted her nipples while I quickly drove my cock to the bottom of her hungry cunt. She screamed with delight as I repeated the hard assault on her slick pussy. There were no intelligible words emerging from deep within her—only shrieks and groans. I pounded into her as hard as I could, determined to satisfy her craving. Her legs folded up to her sides, her knees touching the sides of her chest as I pounded her sodden slot.

I relentlessly fucked her until her quivering quim fired off mini-orgasms. Pulling my prick back to her entrance, I grabbed her heels to pull her legs down. When I guided her feet to my back, she wrapped them around my sides providing me a different angle of attack on her pussy. Once in position, I resumed slamming into her as hard as I could. Locking her legs around me like a vice enabled her to lift her ass off the bed, allowing deeper access. Our groins became a frothy mess from our frenzied fucking.

I reached down and grabbed each ass cheek in my hands, giving me even more control to push in deeper and harder. We fucked like this for a good ten minutes, each of us groaning and panting like rutting animals. Her hands roamed across my back and sides, uncontrollably grabbing chunks of flesh when a wave of pleasure flooded her senses. Once again, I felt her mini-orgasms firing off, so I backed off one more time before providing her with the final release she needed.

She unwrapped her legs from my back and dropped them onto the bed. I raised my hands up to her breasts, kneading and mauling them. She spread her legs out further than I thought possible, fully opening up her pelvic region enabling me to slam fully into her. I drove deeper than I had ever been.

We struggled to breath, gasping for air. I eased up on her nipples and reached around and soothed her back as we continued to fuck. I kissed her and whispered, “Aunt Brenda was right about one thing, she told me lovemaking is much better when you do it with someone you deeply love. This is the best sex I’ve ever had and it’s because I love you so much. I’m ready, Mom. Cum with me!”

She struggled to reply, but managed to say, “Yes, she was right about that. I’m ready to cum, baby. Squirt your load of sperm into your mother’s pussy.”

I plunged in a few more power strokes when I felt my balls expanding with cum, ready to release its load of baby batter. I shifted my hands back to her nipples and squeezed them to encourage her to climax with me. My cockhead expanded with more blood filling it.

She sensed my aroused state and knew it was time. Hot air covered my ear as she whispered, “Your Aunt Brenda was right about something else when she was worried that I wasn’t on birth control—I’m not. Breed your mother, motherfucker!” To emphasize her desire, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in as hard as she could.

Hearing Mom admit she was fertile set off alarm signals throughout my body. Any excess blood flowed to my prick. Every nerve ending fired off, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My cock grew larger than I’d ever thought possible. Its girth expanded so much that I was sure I’d have a burn rash with the friction from her tight pussy walls.

Thrusting hard, my stiff prick slammed against her cervix, flattening my spongy, mushroom-shaped head. In perfect timing, her pussy walls clamped down to trap it in place and my balls instinctively ejected a load of virile sperm near the opening of her receptive womb.

I pumped and flooded her cavity with my potent, baby-making seed. Her convulsing pussy milked every drop from my squirting prick as she wailed with uncontrolled wanton lust. It was the best fuck of our lives, the result of knowing we were breeding. She climaxed three or four times after my last spurt.

After her channel ceased contracting, I stopped pumping and collapsed on top of her, my prick still lodged in her cum-filled cunt. We tenderly kissed, our bodies flooded with endorphins. We had committed an illegal, incestuous coupling and knew we would continue doing it—we were in it for the long haul. We remained melded together, my cock eventually deflating and falling out of her pussy. I rolled off her and no words were spoken as we relaxed from the exhausting fuck.

After we recovered, I asked, “Is it true, Mom? You’re unprotected and want to have a baby with me?”

“Yes, sweetie,” she cooed. “It’s the ultimate display of love between two people and at some point through the week, the idea of having your child filled my thoughts. Imagining a little one with your eyes and smile, growing up with our love surrounding them, made my heart swell with joy and anticipation. I wanted to bring it up sooner, but was afraid you didn’t share my feelings. How do you feel about it?”

“I couldn’t be happier, Mom,” I replied, enthusiastically. “You’re my wife and it’s natural that we’d want to bear a child together—or two. I didn’t say anything, but the first time we made love, in front of Brenda, I hoped you were fertile and shoved my prick in as hard as I could when I came, hoping to impregnate you.”

Knowing we were on the same page, we freely expressed our deepest emotions and our future. We kissed tenderly several times, gently stroked each other and just talked, enjoying each other’s company. We discussed my aunt’s involvement and finally Mom declared, “I think I owe your aunt, my slutty sister, a little lesson for sexually abusing my poor boy.”