“In my dream – you were hurting me,” she looked over her shoulder at him again and for a moment she looked exactly like their mother did, the same wicked little grin and all, “It made me pee myself.”
Before he could react she was gone, darting out of his room and up the stairs to leave him alone with his thoughts.
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John found a local bar to pass the day at and think about everything that had happened since he’d been home.
He picked up one of the local girls he remembered from high school at the bar and got a motel room. She was married but that didn’t bother him … so was his mother.
Unfortunately, he found that he couldn’t follow through … she wasn’t nearly as attractive as his own kin and he couldn’t make himself cum no matter how hard he tried or how long he fucked her.
He left her passed out in the motel room and went home hoping against reason that she wouldn’t remember anything when she woke up.
By the time he made it back everyone was already in bed. He didn’t blame them, the day starts early for a family on the farm.
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The pounding of his heart woke him up.
He gripped the sheets on either side of himself and looked towards the door. He’d always been a light sleeper and something had startled him awake. His basement bedroom had no windows and the darkness in his room was complete.
The inky blackness of the dark hid her but he knew she was there. He could smell her, the sweet floral fragrance she always wore mixed with the barely tangible hint of the musky scent of her arousal.
“Mom?” he asked the dark.
“Shhuuussshhhhhh” she warned and slipped into the waterbed beside him.
“I need to talk to you about something …”
She kissed him to silence him, pressed her body into him to force him back down on the bed, straddled him, and rubbed her moist pussy along his bare stomach as she probed at his tongue with hers.
“Do you want me?” she whispered in his ear.
“God, yes!” He stiffened and his cock pop the button of his boxers as it jumped to full mast.
“Good,” she giggled.
He felt her pull the long shirt off over her head and melt into him; her soft tits pressed into his chest, her soft belly against his flat hard stomach, her hot steamy pussy smearing his shaft as she lifted her hips and ran her snatch up and down his length.
“Oh, God,” John moaned, precum spurting from him in anticipation.
She lifted her hips until she was practically on her knees, the height needed to get above his long stiff penis.
“Tell me you love me,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he stated sincerely.
She lowered herself slowly onto his tip, pausing a moment to give herself time to expand enough to go deeper.
“Tell me you missed me,” she breathed into his ear.
“I really, really, really missed you.”
She sank another inch and paused again.
“Tell me how good I feel,” she moaned.
“You feel so fucking good!”
She sank all the way down. His shaft filled her completely and she tensed and whimpered as if it was uncomfortable for her.
The sound of her in pain made him hot and he thrust into her, eliciting a cry as he pulled her down on top of him.