“That’s it, baby,” she said. “That’s just what mommy needs.”
I placed my other hand on her other breast while her own hand began to roam, searching down my pecs, my stomach, finding my penis, slowly rubbing the head intimately, letting her fingers twirl around the tip, sensitive and bursting with feeling. I could feel dollops of precum leaking out and she pulled her hand from beneath me, the strands of clear fluid stuck on her fingers as she placed it in her mouth and sucked it clean. It was too much, I repositioned myself, climbing atop her, my cock outstretched and rearing over her midsection.
“It’s enormous,” she said in shock, reeling. “But we can’t— you know. . .”
“I just want to make you feel better, mom. You know that. You gave me milk but I have my own that you could use. Let me give it to you.”
She grinned a bit and let her head fall back.
“Do it,” she said, eyes closed, as if taken over by the many sensations of the afternoon. “Give it to me, honey.”
I positioned my cock in front of her entrance. Her pussy was shaved except for a small patch above it, and I felt it against my pelvis as I leaned forward, preparing to enter her. Her fleshy mounds of tit-meat were like cushions underneath my body, and the sheer pressure of my weight caused them to expel more milk, drops of it lapping onto my chest.
When the tip of my cock slipped past her labia lips, made contact with the warmth of my mother’s insides, her eyes opened, and she seemed in rapture, clamoring to meet my face, delicately grabbing my hair and bringing her luscious lips to my own. Our mouths met just as her pussy fully accepted my dick, and our lips swirled as I pounced into her slowly at first, letting her get used to the size.
“It’s incredible,” she said. “Mommy’s so happy right now.”
I grabbed her tit again, let her nipple play into my fingers, and let my lips find her ear. “Is this what you need to be happy?” I whispered. “Does mommy just need to be taken care of?”
“Yes!” she said, hissing. “That’s all she needs.”
I raised out of her nearly completely and plunged back inside, repeating this act, our bodies slapping together as her one tit was at the mercy of my squeezing, clutched hand, the other tit bouncing wildly as I took her body and made it one with my own.
“Yes, baby!” She howled. “Deeper. Make mommy yours! Don’t stop!”
Yet I did. I pulled out of her and before she could utter a word of protest I flipped her around, letting my dick rediscover her pussy hole as she sat on all fours. My cock quickly reentered her and she moaned in acceptance, and I quickly began to thrust into her. Her tits swung and bucked at my every push forward and I leaned forward and grabbed them like grip-holds.
“You’re fucking mommy so good!” she said. “Mommy’s gonna cum.”
I could feel her thrusting back to meet me, too, her pert ass trembling and slapping into me, and I took one hand off her tit and grabbed her beautiful blonde hair. I gathered it into a bun and pulled, arching her back, her tits now standing practically at attention, the red marks of my hand my signature, my mom now being my own to pleasure as I wished, how I wished, whenever I wished.