Timmy #19: MILF Day

MILF Day

Saturday

Today was the day—I was going to help Prisha seduce her son while her husband was away for the weekend. We may have massaged each other’s moms the other week—well, I did most of the massaging; Justin left before things got good—I had no idea if he even wanted to fuck his mom. It was one thing to know our mothers were a bunch of horny MILFs; it was another to know that they were also horny for their own sons. I didn’t know how I was going to make this happen, but Prisha was set on fucking her boy, as were all the Moms, and most important, Diana wanted me to do this. (Getting others into incest made her pussy so wet I had to towel off my cock between thrusts.)

Fuck, maybe I should have asked Justin if he wanted to fuck his mom, but how do you have that kind of conversation with someone?

We had a wrestling meet on Saturday, a dual meet, early in the morning. I was at school by eight, the competition started at ten, and I had won my match with an hour left to go. The mothers in the stands cheered their asses off. The dads were almost as loud, but when I took the mat, the applause and cheers from the Team Moms erupted in a way I had never heard before. Women’s voices flooded the gym. I looked into the stands, where my mother sat center among the Team Moms who liked to bikini party with their sons. Oh, how those eyes envied her, and oh, how they ate me up. A woman walking past a New York City construction site probably didn’t feel as small as I did beneath those eyes. The only mother whose eyes I met belonged to Roy, a Wonder Woman-looking lady, and she ran her tongue across her lips in slow-fucking motion.

Holy shit! I was going to fuck Roy’s mom! That was going to be some sweet revenge.

After our meet, Mom saved me from having to make more dates with the other Team Moms by dragging me home right away. However, Mrs. Nguyen confirmed with Mom that I’d be at her house tomorrow after our weekly Team Party, where Mom promised to have a long talk with the other moms about their schedules and mine. At Mom’s car, while Justin was waiting for his mother by their car, Prisha asked me to come to her place as soon as I could. She even offered to give me a ride if that made things easier for everyone. After politely refusing her offer, Mom drove us home.

Diana and Abbey weren’t there. A quick text told me they were out shopping. Visions of Diana trying on tiny panties and lacey bras in front of Abbey came to me. (Abbey may have been a tomboy, but she had great taste in lingerie.)

After texting Diana, I showered.

Mom joined me.

“Shouldn’t I be saving it up for Prisha?” I asked as Mom cupped my balls.

Mom laughed. “If Diana hasn’t trained you to stay hard all day long, she’s wasting your potential.”

I laughed.

Mom dropped to her knees and pushed me against the shower’s side wall. The water rained down on her, wetting her blonde hair and golden body, slipping down her face and over my cock. Mom took my prick in her hand, holding the base as she shook my floppy meat around, each swing adding stiffness to its length.

I met my mother’s eyes as she stared up at me. She uttered a laughing breath right before taking my crown into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. My chest rose and fell; my abs did the same, and Mom ran her other hand up to my stomach and over my chest, touching my body in ways a mother isn’t supposed to touch her boy.

“Yeah,” I moaned, “fuck yeah, Mom. You’re—mmm—mouth is so fucking hot.”

I placed my hands in her hair, holding her as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. She licked all around my bell-end, her tongue swirling above and below it in a warm circle of wet flesh. She slid her mouth down my shaft and pushed her tongue past her lower lip to keep it swishing at my pole.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “God, you’re fucking good at that.”

“Good a what?” Mom asked, but with her mouth full, the words came out thick and sloppy and so fucking sexy. Soft, mwah, mwah, mwah sounds followed as she worked my third leg hard.

“You’re a good fucking cocksucker,” I whispered.

Mom gulp-laughed. She lowered her eyes and bobbed her head back and forth, fucking my dick with her mouth fast and quick. Each brush of her lips sent shivers up my back, while the billowing of her cheeks tightened my sack, and the quivering entrance of her throat cushioned my glans with wet softness.

I didn’t want to come in my mother’s mouth, but I could have. She was so fucking good at licking dick that my balls wanted to explode. There was something intense and decadent about looking into the eyes of the woman who birthed me while she gobbled down my fuck-meat—meat never meant for the women of my family: Mom, Diana, and—

“Fuck,” I growled, tightening my grip on my mother’s hair.

I pulled my mother’s head from my prick, keeping my grip on her hair as I slid behind her, never letting her get off her knees. Mom’s saliva coated my cock, and water splashed against her back as I pushed her head downward, forcing her to her hands with her ass up and head down, her back arched, and her knees spread wide. Her sweet muff hung between her thighs in a soft, glazed hammock of pussy-curved flesh. I grabbed my cock around its base, held my steel-hard pole straight, and aimed my missile-shaped knob at my mother’s puffy lips without bothering to warm her up. I didn’t have to; she was as soft and slippery as warmed-up butter.

“Uhng,” Mom grunted as my crown parted her pink walls. Her slippery clam parted with a tight friction even as her pussy juices added to the slipperiness of my spit-covered dick.

“Mom,” I sighed. “Why do you get so wet for me?”

A throaty, unbelievable moan left my mother’s mouth as my cock filled her twat.

Mom’s pink walls swelled against my shaft, the pressure bringing pleasure to my throbbing rod. I pulled out and pushed in, her pussy lips chasing me as I banged my hips against my mother’s firm ass, my sack slapping her clitty with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” Mom whimpered. “Fuck it, baby. Fuck that pussy! Oh, fuck it good, Timmy!”

I pulled out of her grip and fucked back into her again, my cock stretching her insides, making room for its thickness. I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I fuck-pumped her cunny from behind. I stood on my right knee with my foot back while raising my left knee, planting my foot on the tub floor, and swiveling my hips so I could press my dick into my mother’s muff as deeply as possible.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Mom moaned with each deep, plunging pussy-stroke. “Uh, fuck, oh—oh-oh-oh!”