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My Mother, the Widow

Copyright© 2002 by werewolf

Chapter 3

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A son goes home to claim his inheritance and to reclaim his mother

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   Drunk/Drugged   Lesbian   Cheating   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Rough   Swinging   Orgy   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Petting   Fisting   Sex Toys   Water Sports   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism  

"The effect she had on me was amazing"

I carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently down onto the bed, deliberately she parted her legs and stroked herself through the little g-string.

She was still fully dressed complete with the veil and she looked a picture of obscenity, slowly pushing the soaking wet nylon into her hairless slit.

"Hurry up and fuck me" she moaned, "Look at me, I'm fucking soaking for you, hurry up Michael before I fuck myself with my fingers"

I practically ripped my suit off in my haste, my cock reared up angrily as it sprang free of my shorts and I lowered myself down onto my horny mother.

"For Christ's sake mum" I gasped as I slid into her, "Your cunt's like a swamp"

She laughed and pushed me away, but keeping a grip on my turgid cock,

"It just needed oiling baby" she laughed, "And my cunt juices make the perfect lubricant"

I felt my cock jerk in her hand as I realised what she meant, both her legs came up to rest on my shoulders and she guided me to the tiny puckered hole of her anus.

"Oh fuck yes" I moaned as I eased forward slowly, "Mum you're so fucking tight"

Her eyes were closed tightly, her teeth clenched as slowly the swollen dome of my cock opened her anus,

"Do it Michael" she hissed, "Don't stop, fuck my arse baby, fuck my tight little arsehole"

Suddenly my dome was in and I slipped all the way into her rectum, it was warm, warm and tight and fitted round me like a velvet glove.

"Michael" she gasped, "Oh fucking hell Michael, you're in baby, you're in all the fucking way"

I thrust myself forward and she screamed, "No darling, no, you're too big, you're hurting me, oh Fuck Michael"

She screamed again and pushed back against me as I lunged into her,

"Oh you bastard, you're raping me, yes, oh fuck, you fucking dirty bastard, do it Michael, hurt me, rape me, shag me"

I powered into her savagely and she responded by squeezing her legs around my neck, her fingers opened her cunt wide and she grunted as she rammed two fingers inside herself,

"You slut" I hissed, "You're a dirty fucking slut and I'm raping you, you dirty little cunt"

A stream of urine arced out from her cunt and splashed onto my chest, I gripped her cheeks and squeezed them, forcing her rectum to tighten around my cock and she squealed, releasing another spurt of urine,

"Harder Michael, harder, yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming"

Transferring my grip to her hips, I pulled her back savagely onto my cock her face contorted as again and again, I rammed myself into her rectum, I felt my own climax approaching as she writhed and twisted beneath me.

She snarled and forced her whole fist into her cunt as she jerked in the throes of orgasm and my hot creamy spunk splattered into her bowels.

We spent most of the following day answering phone calls from friends and relatives, but we refused as politely as possible to reveal any more about the new ownership of the company, than I'd already revealed at the reception.

For lunch we dined at an exclusive restaurant in the West end, where we quaffed copious amounts of ridiculously expensive wine, before, during and after the meal.

Every time she held a morsel to her mouth she looked at me, before sliding it between her full red lips, smiled as she chewed it sensuously, even opened her mouth to let me see her saliva flavouring the tit bit before allowing it to slide down her throat.

I sat through the whole meal, knowing that beneath the pretty, flowered dress, cut just low enough to display a hint of the swellings of her breasts, she wore a delicate little suspender belt made from the finest Malayan rubber, but for the sake of appearances, fastened to ordinary thirty denier flesh coloured nylon stockings. There was nothing ordinary however, about the thin rubber panties she wore, they clung tighter than a second skin, not even the tiniest bead of sweat being allowed to seep out from her groin to trickle down onto her thighs.

It wouldn't be until later, when we arrived home and I'd lie naked on our bed, watching her, that she'd roll down the tight rubber, easing the seductively aromatic material out of her slit, allowing the pent up urine to gush out all over me.

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