Chapter 16: Mom

Mom turned around once she passed the kitchen island, her eyes widening when she saw me wearing nothing but my hard-on with water dripping from my lean muscles and my dick pointing at her with a menacing swell to its size. I don’t know if she had planned on me behaving as directly as I was, but I walked straight to her, brought my hands up so fast that she flinched, and caught her cheeks within my palms. I lowered my head. Mom opened her mouth, her instincts kicking in, and her tongue slid forward between her lips, swinging down and around, licking my tongue as I opened my mouth and pushed inward beyond her lips.

“Mmm, mmm, umm, mmm,” Mom moaned as our lips melded and our tongues danced, both of our mouths watering as we wrestled behind her gums.

I stepped forward, pushing my cock into Mom’s stomach; her body was small and slight compared to mine, and there was nowhere for her to run. My hands encompassed her head while my mouth crushed hers. I was easily twice as broad as my mother and a head and a half taller—I was taller than my father—with bigger hands, shoulders, arms, muscles—perhaps in every possible way. A man will never know how small his mother can feel in his arms until he’s pressing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue into her mouth while holding her in a grip that she couldn’t get away from. Thankfully, my mother didn’t want to get away from my hold on her.

Mom pressed her lips against mine as hard as I pressed mine against hers. She darted her tongue around my mouth, circling mine, licking it, petting it, and running her tip along the surface, touching the roof of my mouth. When my cock hit her stomach and slid upward, she moved her hips, rubbing her stomach across the thick under-vein running the length of my shaft. At the start of our kiss, she had grabbed onto my wrist, but her hands now slid up my arms and over my biceps, rubbing them back and forth before sliding down my ribs and sides before taking my ass cheeks in her hands and squeezing them hard. Between us, our hearts hammered each other’s chests, beating as one through the barriers of our flesh.

“Why did you let it go so far?” I asked, breathing hard as our lips parted.

“Because now you want to fuck her, and you can’t,” Mom said, her voice fighting her deep breaths. “Your balls need to release that nut, baby, and I’m the only one who can do that for you.”

Jesus Christ!

“But you’ll get into trouble if you do it in Jenna’s teen pussy. I can’t let you get into trouble.” Mom’s eyes smoldered. “I have to make you come now, to keep you out of trouble. I have to, don’t I? Because you’re going to make me.” Mom’s head moved forward, her mouth pressing against mine, and when she pulled back, she tugged on my lower lip in a way that made precum slide through my shaft. “You’re going to make me make you come, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, slipping my hands down her back and taking her ass in my hands. My palms and fingers swallowed her firm cheeks whole as I lifted her into the air.

I carried Mom down the shortcut hallway into the living room. Her lips never left mine. Her tongue caressed me as I dipped my fingertips between her thighs, sliding them along the length of her small cunnyhole. I found her clam dewy and wet, sticky to the touch, with a layer of honey that made soft, sticky sounds whenever I dipped my fingers into her. Unable to help myself, I reached upward through my mother’s butt crack with my middle fingers and lubricated her asshole with her juices.

“Ooh, baby,” Mom whispered against my lips. “You like to get nasty with Mommy, don’t you, baby?”

“I take after you,” I whispered, prodding her butthole but not trying to enter her puckered backdoor. “You’re getting nastier by the hour.”

“Uh-huh,” Mom said in a throaty voice, nodding her head while wearing a doe-eyed, pouty look. “That’s because your father won’t let me be naughty with him.” Mom pouted. “He’ll never let me be as nasty as I want to be.”

I had to ask her about that later as I sat her on the back of the couch. I leaned down, bending my knees, and hunching my back as I took my mother’s right tit into my mouth. I sucked inward, hard, pulling backward and taking her tit flesh with me, then her areola, followed by her nipples. Her breast meat snapped away with a wet sound, and I moved to her other nub, suckling on it like a starving child.

“Oh, Mark,” Mom huffed, “I love how you suck my tits. Mmm, fuck, you’re a bad boy.”

“I love how they fit in my mouth,” I whispered. “But now I need to come. Lie down on the couch.”

“Wait,” Mom said, taking me by the cheeks and planting several kisses on my lips. “We don’t have the time to do this right.” She slid her hand down my abdominals, around my cock, and cupped my balls, making my hips jerk and my back arch. “I want you to lie down, and I’ll slide my pussy over your prick if that’s what I have to do.”

“Oh, god,” I moaned. We didn’t have time to do this right! I was so fucking close! “That’s what you have to do.” I swallowed, trying not to come as Mom’s ball-caressing fingers filled my sack with pleasure. “And tomorrow–oh, fuck, Mom, tomorrow—we can do it right, right?”

Mom uttered a throaty laugh and whispered, “Yeah, if you make me.”

I groaned again and picked my mother up by her ass. Turning, I slid my right leg over the back of the couch and planted my foot on the center cushion, and then I slid my left leg over the backrest, taking Mom with me as I slid down the backrest and sat on the couch lengthwise against the armrest.

“Oh,” Mom said, laughing while I held her pussy above my cock. “So strong, baby. So fucking strong.”

“I like it when you do things for me,” I said.

“A mother does what a mother has to do.” As she said the word, mother, a new spark of excitement flared in her eyes. “A mother does what she has to do ... for her son.”

Mom kissed me hard, bruising my lips as she forced her tongue into my mouth. I set her down, the underside her pussy kissing the underside of my glans and sending my cock against my stomach. A quick throb of pleasure soothed the ache between my legs as Mom slid her pussy down my shaft and rested her cunny lips against my balls. She pushed on my shoulders and then my chest, forcing me to lay down as her lips stayed connected to mine until neither of us had any breath left to spare.

“Remember this moment,” Mom whispered, looking into my eyes. “You can’t fuck Jenna, so whenever you have the urge for some pussy, you have to come home for it ... to me.” Mom humped her hips forward, her twat feathering my prick from my balls to my crown. “Momma”—her smile widened into something sinister— “is who you have to come to for your daily dose of pussy.”

I moaned, my balls tightening with every naughty word that left my mother’s mouth.

“I have all the pussy you need between my legs,” Mom said, her words trembling as they left her lips. She mashed her twat against my pole. Her pussy lips spread to either side of my shaft, bulging against the insides of her slender thighs, her flesh so soft and tender that it felt like warm butter oozing around my hard-on. “Whenever you want it ... to keep you out of trouble.”

“Fuck, Mom,” I said, grabbing onto her sides, above her hips, where her skin was softer and more welcoming to my touch.

“But, when your father is here,” she panted, her eyes widening as a smile spread across her lips, “you’ll have to make me surrender my pussy to you.” She moaned as she slid her dripping wet snatch down my shaft and against my balls. “You’ll just have to take it from me—oh, fuck!” She had pulled her hips back and leaned forward, pressing her clit against the thick under-vein running along my shaft. “You’ll have to make me do it.”

I bucked my hips, thrusting my cock through Mom’s dripping wet slit as she held my dick tight to my stomach with her snatch. My knob touched her hole, the heat within creating a vaporous steam that left my pole wet. I slammed my hips upward, our bodies smacking together as my hips hit the backs of her thighs—my sack spanking her ass.

Mom whimpered, biting her lower lip.

I humped my hips upward again, moaning loud and breathing hard.

Mom leaned forward, bracing her palms against my chest and digging her fingertips into my skin.

I moaned as sharp bolts of pleasure raced through me.

Mom Groaned.

She pumped her hips forward and back, spreading her knees and rowing her creamy softness over my dick from back to front to back to front, pausing to wiggle her pussy lips and clit against my solid bar of thickness. While Mom’s clit ground against my shaft, she would release several whines of pleasure before repeating her motions harder and faster than before. As she rode the length of my cock, she arched her back and reached behind her ass, cupping my balls with her right hand.

“Fuck, Mom,” I gasped as her gentle touch stood my short hairs on end. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I slid my left hand from her side to her ass and my right upward, palming her left breast with my fingers pointed straight up, then turning them outward so I could cup the side of her tit. I rubbed her nipple in circles, then caught the puckered nub between my fingers and pulled. Mom gasped. I strummed the pebbled tip while Mom dropped her head back and filled the living with quick, excited whimpers whose meaning I recognized—she was close to coming.

My balls tingled, knowing that she was about to bust. Her insides dripped cream all over my rod, wetting me between my thighs as her pussy lips swished this way and that, spreading, slipping, and sliding, her pussyhole leaving a glazed trail of taboo nectar across my shaft.

“Fuck, Mark,” Mom huffed, “I’m getting close. I’m getting close to coming on your cock.”

“Mmm,” I moaned as mom took my dick for a ride, her movements and words becoming too much to bear. A tingling started within my glans, shooting through my shaft and buzzing my balls with a staticky field of pleasure. “Me too, Mom. Oh, fuck, me too!”

“Open your mouth, baby,” Mom said. “I’ve got a treat for you.”

I pictured Mom leaning forward and dropping a wad of spit into my mouth, the way those nasty fuckers in Japanese pornos did to the bitches they were fucking—why was I so twisted? But Mom didn’t lean forward, and she didn’t spit. She slid to her left, off the couch and around, her movement so fast that I would have missed it had I blinked. Between one second and the next, she was riding me, then she was off of me, and then she was back on me, pushing her pussy onto my mouth as she took my dick between her lips.

Amazing!

I kissed Mom’s slit as she tongued my corona with wild licks. A shiver tore through me as she moved her head to the side and licked my glistening dick down to my balls while jerking me off with her right hand. She grabbed my balls with her left hand and pulled them toward her mouth, sucking on my sack as she stroked my cock.

I didn’t have much time. The tip of my dick tingled with my impending orgasm. I moaned into Mom’s pussy, reaching between her legs with one hand to thumb her clit while reaching around her thigh with my other hand and sliding my two biggest fingers into her muff.

“Oomph,” Mom grunted at my digits’ thick penetration.

I slid my tongue onto the curve of her pussy, and despite the tight fit, I managed to lick and suck her clit while thumbing her pearl between my tongue-licks. Just as Mom released a high-pitched whimper around my knob, I came, spraying a thick rope of jizz into her mouth. My shaft filled with hot, sticky cum, and I unloaded every ounce of sperm from my balls and into my mother’s mouth.

“Mmm, mmm, umm, mmm,” Mom whimpered around her mouthful of cock. With each whimper, her pussy filled my mouth with the warm cunny-honey that had been building inside of her. Her thighs clamped down on my head, and she laid her body flat against mine, shaking and trembling and leaving my face messy with her cummy juices.

I lay in a daze, staring into my mother’s vertical smile, her lips glistening, and her creased folds making me think of a teepee with a pink line for a door.

“I have to get back to work,” Mom panted, her lips moving against my semi-rigid staff. “This is going to be an exhausting summer for me.”

I smiled.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want you to wear panties tonight.” Goosebumps spread across my skin. “In case I need to make you do something while Dad’s here.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t fool around while Dad is here,” Mom whispered. “Last night was dangerous.”

“Unless I make you,” I said. “Unless I take it from you.”

“Oh, boy.” Mom grabbed onto my thighs and pushed herself up. “I got carried away.”

“Dad doesn’t let you get carried away.” I lifted my arms and placed my hands on Mom’s ass, spreading her cheeks and looking at her little butthole. “I’ll let you get carried away.”

“Your dad is a passionate man,” Mom groaned as I pulled her cheeks further apart. “But he’s always passionate. Passionate, romantic ... loving, and if he had his way, he’d never give me what I need half of the time.”

“What’s that?” I asked, touching her rosebud with the tip of my forefinger.

“A proper fucking that breaks my pussy,” Mom said, gasping as her butthole sucked at my fingertip. “Are you sure you’re ready for my naughty side, Mark? All of it? Sometimes, I just want to be a slut.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Careful what you wish for,” Mom whispered, then added in her normal voice, “I need to get work.”

Mom stood, turned, planted a kiss on my forehead, and then she headed upstairs, calling back, “Pick up our bathing suits, please.”

“And don’t wear panties tonight,” I called back to her.

“If you’re gonna make me,” she said in a sigh-like tone that was almost too low to hear.

I smiled, thinking about tonight.

When tonight came around, I was in my room face-timing with Jenna over my phone. She had her phone set up on a stand, aimed at her naked body as she opened and closed her drawers, looking for something to wear.

“What do you think will drive my father nuts tonight?” Jenna asked. “What’s going to make him look at me and think, ‘This girl needs to get fucked,’?”

“Your oiled body from this afternoon,” I said as I lay on my side in the center of my bed. “That was something.”

“I know, right?” Jenna faced the camera, smiling and shaking her head, her pale nipples and areolas standing out against the gold of her tan. “Maybe your mom was giving us a break. I never thought that she was against you fucking me.”

“Making love to you,” I said, laughing, “is how she would have put it.”

“Well, we can make love after you give me my first real fuck,” Jenna said. “My pussy is aching for your dick.”

“You’re making me hard.”

“Stroke it for me,” Jenna said. “C’mon, that’s not against the rules, is it?”

I laughed.

“Whatever.” She turned back to her drawers, giving a shot of her narrow waist and thick ass, her butt curving outward, not sideward. “What do you think? Should I wear my pink crop top or my white cotton T that you can see my nipples through?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “You’ll get my nipples really hard if you jerk off to me right now. I’ll stick my butt out and spread my legs, and you can pretend your fucking either hole.”

I groaned, then said, “You rarely let me lick your asshole.”

“Because it’s weird, but it does feel sooooo fucking good,” Jenna said, biting her lips. “I like to save that for special occasions.” She made a wet, tsk, sound. “I’m just a little girl. Don’t pressure me to do naughty things!”

We laughed together.

“Focus on my mouth and pussy, and then you can have all of my ass on my eighteenth birthday.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Jenna said. “But, you have a scary dick, so let me get used to it first. You can’t just go shoving it up my butt like I’m a pornstar.”

“You should wear that pink shirt you have that says, ‘Daddy’s Girl,’” I said, “and your yoga shorts that ride halfway up your ass like a pair of panties.”

“Ooh, that would be hot.” Jenna smile-cringed as she looked into the camera. “You know, I told Karen about our plan.”

“About teasing your dad?” I asked, leaning forward. “Everyone’s going to think I’m a fucking pervert.”

“You are a pervert. I’m just a kid.”

“Stop that,” I said. “You’re not a fucking kid.”

“Don’t worry,” Jenna said, “Karen told me a secret too.” Jenna turned around and sat against her dresser, her thighs closed and squishing her pussy lips together but not hiding the start of her slit before it disappeared between her thighs.

“Which was?”

“She caught her uncle jerking off to her!” Jenna said, laughing hard. “Not the older one, but the younger one. The cute one.”

“I don’t know her uncles,” I said.

“He’s ten years older than her,” Jenna said. “It doesn’t matter. One night, she got drunk at a party and came home, but she couldn’t make it upstairs. Her uncle was in the recliner, and she dropped down on the couch with a blanket. During the night, she took off her pants under the blanket, but she woke sometime later with the blanket on the floor and the sound of porn on the TV.”

I laughed, saying, “That’s why you have to mute the porn, even when you don’t want to.”

“Karen only cracked her eyelids open. She didn’t make a big deal about waking up, even when she saw her uncle looking at her while stroking his dick. She realized that he was staring between her legs, at the front of her sheer white thong. I helped her pick out those panties. You can see everything.”

“Why’d she wear them?”

“For Brad,” Jenna said. “She thought she was going to get fucked—he only fingered her—but that’s not the point. When she realized that her uncle had his dick in his hand and that he was staring at her, she spread her farther apart for him.”

“You’d get millions of views if you put that on Pornhub,” I said as my cock thickened with a gradual flow of excitement. I loved the feeling of my shaft stretching forward and outward, plumping up a little at a time and making me feel really big, not that I wasn’t big, but there’s a difference between feeling big and being big.

“Now, she masturbates while thinking about him,” Jenna said. “When she sees him, he makes her blush, and she can’t stop thinking about how excited and nervous he must have been when he jerked off so close to her. She didn’t say it, but you could totes tell that she wants to fuck her uncle.”

“She totes does, does she?” I asked, raising my voice with an over-the-top tone of curiosity.

“Shut up,” Jenna said. “I like that word ’totes.’ Like, I’m gonna totes suck your dick one day soon, baby.”

“When you use it that way...”

We laughed.

“What should I wear?” Jenna smiled, her lips pulling into a sly curve. “Maybe your mother can lend me her bikini.”

I laughed.

“Your mom looks good, by the way,” Jenna said. “She got the bi-curious side of me wet!”

“Save your wetness for your dad.”

“Ew,” Jenna said, laughing. “You want me to fuck my dad.” She laughed harder. “What if teasing him leads to fucking him? Oh my god: What would you do if that happened?”

I laughed and shook my head, unable to come up with something witty to say.

“Wear your yoga shorts and a small T-shirt,” I said as Jenna’s laughter faded away. “Don’t wear your panties or your bra.”

“Of course not.” She bit her lower lip, then reached up to pinch her nipples, uttering a small gasp as she pulled them outward. “Do you want me to play with my fat pussy, Daddy?”

I groaned as Jenna giggled.

“Do you think my father will smell how horny I am if my pussy is all wet for you?” Jenna looked down and spread her legs as she leaned her ass against her dresser. “Do you like my meaty, teen pussy, Daddy?”

“You’re going to get us into trouble,” I said as my cock surged to its full hardness. “You need to get going.”

“Aw,” Jenna pouted. She looked down at her pussy and spanked it hard. “Bad kitty, giving my boyfriend a hard-on.”

I laughed, and my laughter ended in a groan as I thought about pulling my dick out and giving Jenna a show.

“This better work soon,” Jenna said, grabbing her clothes. “If Dad doesn’t tell me to fuck you by Friday, then we’re fucking on Saturday no matter what.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, the word rushing out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” I said, unable to stop myself again.

“Okay. I’ll call you tonight to tell you what happens.” Jenna walked to the phone, puckered her lips, and blew me a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you,” I said and disconnected the call.

Why had I promised her that we’d fuck on Saturday? Why had I promised my mother that I wouldn’t fuck Jenna as long as Mom gave herself to me? Why-why-why?

Because the women you love most are promising you their pussies, that’s why!

I could always count on my little head to reason things out for me. I looked at my clock. It was only six in the evening—on Wednesday—which gave me a few days to figure out how I was going to keep my promise to Jenna come Saturday. I thought about it until my hard-on went down. As I studied my dick through my pants as it lay on my sack, I thought, Am I bigger than Dad? I wanted to be. Thinking about giving my mother something that she’d never experienced before gave me a sick, shameful thrill that made my knob tingle.

I had to stop thinking about sex for one damn minute. It was about dinner time. I sniffed the air, but through my door, I couldn’t smell anything cooking. Rising from my bed with food instead of pussy on my mind, I changed into my long, cotton workout shorts minus my boxer briefs and a tight, form-fitting T-shirt. As my cock dangled in my shorts without the tightness of my boxers to keep it in place, I thought about Mom, which led to thoughts of pussy that quickly overwhelmed my thoughts of food.

I grabbed my phone, tapped the screen to Mom’s number, and texted, Did you remember not to wear your panties tonight? I stared at the screen, waiting, my mind focused on the screen and my heartbeat singing at a steady pace.

Yes, Mom texted me less than a minute later. Come downstairs if you’re hungry.

For food, pussy, or both?

I headed downstairs, leaving my phone behind and smelling the warm scent of dinner once I reached the top of the stairs. Spices and herbs and cooking meat from the kitchen filled my nostrils. There was nothing quite like my mother’s cooking. I don’t think I had ever had that thought before without someone asking me first—it’s amazing how much more I could appreciate a woman when she was giving her pussy to me.

“Hey, Dad,” I said as I entered the foyer and looked into the living room. Dad sat on his couch with a rocks glass of whiskey in his hand. Oh, no. “You’re not taking a sleeping pill today?” I nodded at his glass of liquor.

“No, I am,” Dad said, looking at his glass. “I’ve found that I can have four fingers of whiskey before I take my pills, and then I’ll be out for ten hours straight. Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wake me after that.” Dad looked at his phone. “It’s six now; I’ll be out by eight and up by six-thirty, well-rested.”

“As long as it’s safe,” I said.

“Between you and me,” Dad said, lowering his voice, “I need the rest. I went to the gym today to work on my cardio. Your mother has been wearing me out the last couple of days.”

“Ah, Dad,” I said. “Why would you tell me that?”

While the words that left my mouth sounded like the response a good son might have given, on the inside, I thought, I wish we could brag about Mom to each other. Was I odd for wanting to share my mother with my dad? I had glossed over several incest stories in the last few days, and they were always about sons who stole their mothers from their fathers, but I loved my dad. What would it be like to have Mom walk around naked for us, taking her whenever we wanted, or having Mom give us blow jobs while we watched sports together? What would it be like to have Mom as our sex slave?