Our second fantasy was slightly different to the way we originally became lovers, this time it all took place in the bedroom. This time there was no father, mother was a widow and she would be lying in bed. Without knocking I would open her bedroom door and enter wearing just my pajama bottoms.
“Remi, what do you think you’re doing just walking into my bedroom like that?”
“It ok mother, since you haven’t been with a man for over two years, we can’t let that body go to waste. So from now on I’m sleeping in your bed so that I can make love to you.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous, now get out of my bedroom.”
I untied my pajamas and let them slip to the ground. “Remi please cover yourself up and go back to your own bedroom.”
“Mother one way or another you are going to be fucked tonight.”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, you had better get out.”
I walked around to her side of the bed causing my erection to wave around as I moved. She shied away from me as I grabbed the covers and yanked them off of her. She was wearing a full length white satin nightgown with spaghetti straps loosely draped across her shoulders.
“I see you are dressed for our wedding, you must have known of my intention tonight to consummate our marriage.”
“Stop it Remi, stop it this instant, I’m your mother, there will be no consummation of a marriage, so go back to your room.” She tried to get away from me but I grabbed the top of her nightgown and pulled her back down then knelt across her hips straddling her body. “Please Remi don’t do this, it’s not right I’m your mother your breaking the law.”
Cock in hand I waved it at her. “Come on mommy toss me off until I cum all over your tits.”
“Don’t be so disgusting and get off of me.”
She tried to stop me as I grabbed her tits and squeezed them. The more she tried to push my hands away the harder I squeezed. Things got a little rougher as she attempted to slap my face and caught me once or twice until I moved up the bed and pinned her arms down with my knees. “Please get off you’re hurting me.” I took no notice, instead I snapped the spaghetti straps and pulled her nightgown down to uncover her breasts. I pushed my cock down into her cleavage then squeezed her tits together allowing me to work myself off between them. “You filthy pig it’s not normal to treat your mother this way.”
I sat up, with my arms behind me began to pull her nightgown up. “What do you think you’re doing?” Pressing my hand into the loose satin I forced it down between her legs, surprised as the material became soaked with her juices.
“You’re ready and now I’m getting ready to fuck you, just like you want me to.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Saying ‘you wouldn’t dare’ to me was like waving a red flag at a bull. I continued to pull her nightgown up until it was level with her hips. I held her wrists and then moved down the bed until I could rub my cock on her mound. “If I rub myself on you like this with no penetration, would you allow me to sleep with you tonight, share passionate kisses and let me suck your tits?” She nodded, reluctantly agreeing to my demands, anything to prevent me from fucking her.