“But now it does?” she replies, blinking as it starts to sink in.
I nod, head bobbing quickly. “Yes. Now, it does.”
I can see from her face she’s genuinely surprised. “But I’m your mother,” she says.
“And you’re also the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in the flesh. You’re so fucking beautiful, Mum.”
And that seemed to do it. I couldn’t have made it any plainer.
My mother gawps back at me, her mouth hanging open. There’s a few seconds silence until I see her eyes flick to the front of my jeans.
A burst of air comes from her. She gasps, “Oh my God!”
And that’s when I realise she’s clocked the hard-on outlined against my jeans. It’s so prominent, there was no way she could miss it.
I’m not small down there anyway, but there was no way my mother could fail to see the effect she had on her son, especially since Nina Hartley’s backside and my mother’s shoes had conspired to leave pre-cum seeping from the eye of my cock. I follow the line of her stare and groan when confronted with a stain like a map of Africa infusing the faded denim.
“Oh Jesus, Oh God,” my mother blasphemes. “What are you thinking?” she gasps, eyes going wide.
“I can’t help it,” I whine, aggrieved at her accusatory tone. “You’re the one always parading about in the nude!”
She boggles for a few moments before groaning a denial. My mother throws another appalled look at my face and says, “Oh dear God no. Sean,” she gasps, fingers at her mouth.
Then she leaves me staring after her as she flees the room.
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I bang into her pussy later that night. I’ve got her on her bed. My mother’s on her back, knees somewhere near her ears in a contortionist’s pose thanks to her yoga. Her pussy is tilted towards me while she stares up at my face, her eyes like full moons with the shock of it.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking my son,” she gurgles. My mother offers me a grin and crinkles her nose. “But it’s lovely,” she coos.
Of course the scene is all in my head. I’m alone in my bedroom, tugging my dick while using the mindreel fantasy of my mother in her shoes.
I see her again as she was: bare breasts upthrust by the quarter cup bra, the length of her legs exaggerated because of the heels. Her thighs and calves are tense, and her pussy — oh, God, her vulva all plump and enticing and packed into her knickers.
I’m desperate to come and grunting with need, fucking my cock into my fist.
“Keep doing it,” the fantasy moans while urgently thrusting her hips. “God, don’t stop doing it, baby; you’ll make mummy come if you fuck her like that.”
The look on her face does it. My mother gazes up into my eyes, blowing me a kiss before beaming a huge smile, the expression melting to shock when she realises I’m coming.
“Kiss me,” she groans, head lolling back as her own climax claims her and the spasms take hold.
My mother groans and judders, breath coming out as a sob. She lifts up her head and pulls me in for a kiss. Our lips touch and our tongues slide together, my cock buried deep as I pour the love into her body.
My eyes close and I wallow in the depravity of squirting my seed deep into my mother. It goes on and on and on. I groan and writhe and keep yanking away ’til I’m dry. I open my eyes when I’m sated. I’m on top of my bed, covered in cum and gasping for breath, heart pounding away.