Timmy #16: Kinky Mom

Getting Kinky with Mom

Sixty-Nine with Mom

“Oh boy,” Mom had whispered, then she had opened her mouth...

Mom lay beneath me, still in her sweater dress minus a bra and panties, her ankle-high tennis shoes on her feet, their looped laces touching the bed. My mother, being fully dressed while I straddled her stomach, completely naked, made my cock flex from root to tip in a banana-like curve, shooting a wad of pre-cum from the tip of my dick onto her chin.

“Baby,” Mom moaned. “You’re a fuck-machine.”

I smiled, proud and arrogant, as my mother’s words made my heart swell. “Thanks to you,” I said, putting my thumb on my mother’s chin and pushing the pre-cum over her bottom lip. As I rubbed my fluid on her face, I slid my long, hard cock between her tits, our cummy mixture coating my dick and wetting the inside swells of my mother’s large breasts. I lowered her sweater, covering my cock and her breasts, then I pushed my thumb into my mother’s mouth for her to suck.

Mom puckered her full lips, her eyes widening, and she sucked on my thumb in the same way my sister likes to play with the head of my prick. Heat, warmth, and the flicking of my mother’s tongue bathed my thumb in a preview of the blowjob Mom would be giving me later. I moaned and pumped my prick through her cleavage, loving the yielding firmness of my mother’s titty mounds.

“Hold your tits together,” I said in a trembling voice. “Let me fuck these beautiful things for a little bit.”

Mom reached under her sweater, doing as I commanded without hesitation. A buzzing of pleasure danced about my shoulders and arms when she listened to me without question. I sped up my thrusting as she squeezed my shaft with her breasts, their wet softness creating a perfect pocket for me to fuck.

“Fuck, Mom,” I moaned, fucking her hard enough to jiggle her tits beneath her sweater.

Mom bit the end of my thumb, making me moan, the pleasure-pain clenching my asshole in blissful ways. I pulled my dick from beneath her sweater and crawled over her tits, throwing my left leg forward, leaving my right back, and putting my body in a low lunge. My knob dangled in front of Mom’s face. She grabbed the neck of my cock with her right hand, bringing it to her lips in the next instant.

“Suck your son’s cock,” I whispered.

Mom opened her smiling mouth and took my incest stick between her lips.

Her tongue landed on the underside of my glans, sending a sizzling thrill straight to my toes, curling them. My thighs tensed, my ass flexed, and I slowly fed my mother—my motherfucking mother—the shaft of my cock.

“Umm, umm, umm,” Mom moaned as she gobbled up my pole.

Until you’ve had it, there is nothing like having your own mother’s mouth warming your cock with her saliva, tongue, inner cheeks, and hot breath. This was the woman who had birthed me, taken care of me, hugged me, begged me for kisses and cuddles—that I used to run away from—and she had chased me around with her arms outstretched, pretending to be the tickle monster while I laughed and tried to hide from her. Later in life, she was always there when I needed someone to talk to, a comforting word, or some tender understanding. This was the one person who I knew would love me forever, no matter what I did. True unconditional love—allowing me to fuck my sister had proved my faith in my mother’s love. Somewhere during the time my mother had raised me, her loving affection had transformed into desire ... desire that transcended the normal boundaries of a mother/son relationship—a desire I shared.

“Fuck, Mom, I love you,” I moaned.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Mom mumbled around my dick, her spit rolling down her cheeks and her nostrils flaring hard. She looked beautiful, radiant, her eyes glowed, her cheeks blossomed red, and I’ll never forget the look in her eyes as I pushed my cock into her mouth, popped into her throat, and rested my balls on her wet chin.

Mom gagged, sputtering like an angel.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “Fuck yeah, Mom. Eat it. Eat my fucking dick. Mmm, yeah!”

I turned my body around her head, never taking my cock from my mother’s mouth. It was a gentle affair. Soon I had my knees sat on either side of her head, the soles of my feet pressed against the headboard, and I was still feeding her my meat. The back of her neck rested on a pillow, the reverse angle of my prick sliding through her mouth felt rougher, with more friction. Mom gagged several times. I soothed her with the same shushing noises she once used on me whenever I had hurt myself.

I leaned forward, dropping onto my left hand and spreading my mother’s thighs with my right hand. She opened them for me. (I thought about how I treated Diana when my sister gave me control.) I spanked the inside of my mother’s thighs, right on the fleshy swells below her pussy.

“Mmm,” Mom moan-gasped. “Umm. Mmm. Umm. Uh!”

I spanked her other thigh, and she spread her legs further apart for me, offering up her hairless muff for me to munch on. I lowered my head, lifting my ass and pulling some of my cock-meat from her mouth. Mom’s breathing relaxed, then she whimpered as I pressed my tongue hard against her throbbing clitty bud.

The sweetness of Mom’s pussy watered my mouth. I drooled a line of spit down her forbidden crease. It dripped down her slit, over her perineum, and between the bottom bulges of her tight ass cheeks to her asshole before falling onto the bed. I raised my head and spanked my mother’s pussy hard.