“Uh! Ahh!” she cried as her body was pushed roughly up against the work bench.
“Shut up, slut.” I growled.
The red mist had descended. I wasn’t being careful anymore. Didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was using her luscious body to satisfy myself. I was going to have my orgasm, and I would use her body to get it.
“Yes! Yes!”
I could hear my own voice growl out as I kept stabbing at her. It sounded dark. Husky. I could feel my cock bottoming out inside her, hitting her cervix and causing her to make loud moans in a mixture of pleasure and pain every time I hit:
“Huhh.. huhh uhh uhh uhh…”
“You slut. You fucking slut. Fuck!” I growled, still holding her hair.
“Yeah, I’m a slut, I’m your fucking slut…” she spoke quickly while gasping and moaning in ecstasy.
Less than a minute later, my legs were already shaking. That familiar feeling of orgasmic pleasure rising, I was neither willing nor able to hold back any longer.
“Make me cum, slut…” I commanded, feeling her pushing back at me when she realized what was happening.
“Yes! Oh yes, cum! Cum in me! Do it!”
“Shut up, slut!”
I pulled out. Then I pulled her down by the hair, forcing her down to her knees. She seemed confused for a second, but smiled when she found my throbbing cock in front of her face. The idea had popped into my head and I just acted on it without thinking. I pushed forward as she opened her mouth for me. Then I pulled her towards me by the hair and felt my legs tremble as my orgasm started.
“Mmphhlrrgghh…” she gurgled as my cock pushed against the back of her throat.
“Uhh…”
“Sshllpp… shhllghh!”
I relaxed my grip and let her move her head to a position of her own choosing. She pulled back a bit, but kept my cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it. She then looked up at me, slurping and moaning as I emptied myself.
“Good slut…” I whispered, breathing heavily.
That was the last thing I was able to say. I just stood there, legs shaking with exhaustion. My cock was slowly going limp in her mouth as my mother drank every drop of my semen. Now I was spent. She’d managed to make me horny and ready for more so many times today… but now I really was exhausted. Even if the hottest movie star were to walk in right now and offer to join in, I don’t think I could have done any more. I tried to breathe, steadying myself against the workbench to avoid falling over.
Mom sat on her knees in front of me. She looked incredible. With her party dress in disarray, her face sweaty and her hair messy, I still thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I could smell her. I wanted her. More and more. Today, tomorrow, every day… I could never get enough. Finally, she looked up at me with cloudy eyes and smiled.
“Hey…”
“Mh…” I muttered in reply, unable to speak.
“Did you know… you left… the garage door… open?” she asked, still breathing heavily.
“Uh-uh…”
“So if somebody… passed by just now… maybe they’ve seen you… fucking your slutty mother…?”
“Mh…”
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t care. Yeah, I had fucked my mom. I loved it. And I was going to do it again. Mom grinned. Then, after a brief pause, she said: