Hastily her hands went to the waistband and she undid it and allowed it to fall to the floor.
“Now lose that blouse.”
No delay this time, mother shrugged it off and stood there, looking cowed, and waiting for whatever came next.
I took a step back and took in the sight. My mother, bare titted, dressed only in a half-off bra, askew panties and a suspender belt and stockings was obeying my orders. My cup runneth over!
“Turn around, I want to see your bum,” and without hesitation she did as requested. Framed by the suspender belt and her half-off panties it presented a picture. I wished I had a camera handy.
“Bend over the arm of the settee.”
“Oh Tony, what are you going to do? Look, I’m sorry I disobeyed your order and watched the video – I was just interested, I’ve never seen porn before. Please, I am you mother, this is just wrong.”
“BEND…OVER!”
My cock was, if possible, harder than ever.
Mother moved as if in a dream – slowly but deliberately – and settled herself over the arm. I was so close to an orgasm, I had to be careful not to ruin the situation.
“Pull you panties down to your ankles and spread your legs as far as they allow you to” I ordered. I could hear my voice had got thicker with anticipation
She did as ordered, and as I moved around in line behind her I could see her puffy cunt – she was excited despite her protests.
“How long since you were fucked, mother?” A long pause and then “not since I left London. Oh Tony, please don’t ..” she hesitated over the choice of the next word ..”don’t make love to me.”
I laughed. “Mother, I’m not going to make love to you, I’m going to fuck you.”
Her gasp as I said that was turned into a cry of surprise as I thrust my cock in to that puffy, wet cunt.
Without hesitating to savour this attack on my mother I began to pump in and out, My orgasm was near and I didn’t want to cum before I’d felt her cunt walls excite me even further than her mouth had.
Mother, meanwhile, began to cry, but only for a matter of a minute or so. Then she began to make the noises that only a woman at the height of lust can make, and I knew she was mine. Oh yes, she was mine. I reached forward and grabbed her hanging tits as I shot my load for the first time, and heard her mumbling “yes…yes” as I kept pumping, in, out, in, out, heading towards a second orgasm.
Mother was mumbling and muttering as I fucked her, and when I started to stretch her nipples she shrieked with, I think, joy.
Now, did she have an orgasm yet? I suddenly realised that it was important that she did.
So, I eased back a little on the pumping, though not completely as this was a momentous moment in my life, and I intended to be able to remember it afterwards. It was the making of a grand masturbation memory!
I suddenly realised mother was trying to say something, but the lust I appeared to have created in her cunt was making this difficult.
“Please…stop…I’m…I’m…oh God, Tony, please…stop. Sorry…I…oooh!” she suddenly stopped talking and squealed, yes, squealed, and I felt her cum, and again, almost at once. I’d done it. I’d fucked my mother to orgasm.