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 Title: Evening Delights
Summary: Dad's shift change leads to revelations and opportunities.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,young



   Things started to shift around my house in late July.  It was the summer
between my junior and senior year in high school.  I had just tuned
eighteen and was gearing my last year of high school for college.

   I missed most of the third grade because of asthma and allergies.  That
may not sound like much; but where you are fighting for every breath
because of some cleaner a school janitor used, or because the flowers in
the front yard were blooming; it had an effect.

   While that put me a year behind, it really didn't affect things socially
for me, honestly social was not something I had a lot of.  Because of the
asthma I wasn't into many sports or things like that.  Oh I worked out in
the home gym; I wasn't a rolling butter ball or anything.

   But getting my head smacked in by some two hundred and fifty pound guy
on a football field was never my thing.  I admit you could have called me a
nerd, but frankly nerds are the guys who hire you when you are in your
twenties and thirties; so I didn't care.

   I was going to be senior class president, president of my Honor Society,
and class valedictorian.  I wasn't going to be the Home Coming King, but
you show me a home coming king that has a full ride scholarship to Miami in
marine biology.

   Anyway, back to that summer.  What changed was my dad's job; or rather
his shift.  Dad worked at the farm chemical plant in Raleigh.  He had been
there since college so he had the seniority to be on days.  It was that
summer he had come home and announced he was changing to be the supervisor
for the second shift.  Mom and I were surprised, it didn't make any more
money, and since she worked as a nurse at the Medical center on day shift;
it kind of put things at odds for them.

   Let me pause here by saying I'm not your average kid.  No, not about the
grades; I notice things, little things.  Like dad not kissing mom good bye
in the mornings; or them hardly talking as they sat in the living room in
the evening.

   They didn't fight or anything; it just seemed like things had gotten
comfortable for them in almost twenty years of marriage; too comfortable.

   I had expected dad's shift change to stir things up with mom, but it
seemed to do the opposite.  They would see each other on days mom had off
during the week; since she worked some weekends.  Other than that mom went
to bed by 9:30 or 10:00 at night since she got up at 5:00am.  Dad came home
between eleven and midnight.

   You get the picture; things were like two people living in the same
house; that was about it.  Neither of them seemed to be unhappy about it so
I didn't make a big deal of it.

   That summer I was working on a paper for SeaWorld as a part of my
scholarship.  I was doing a study on using seaweed as a biodegradable fuel
source; and don't ask.  It was the second week of dad's new shift that
things went a little wonky.

   I had been working on my research when I heard the front door to the
house; I figured dad must be home from work.  I glanced at the clock and
froze, it was after 1am; what the hell?

   I could hear dad moving quietly around downstairs, and then the house
fell silent.  He hadn't come up the stairs to bed yet, that was odd.  I
slipped out of my room and headed down the stairs.  I figured if he asked I
could say I was thirsty or something.

   He wasn't in the living room or kitchen, I wandered towards the back of
the house.  That was when I heard the shower running in the laundry room.
Why would he shower in there, I wondered; not in his own shower.

   I started to head back to my room, figuring none of this was my
business, when I saw his work clothes piled on the floor.  Mom would have a
fit if she saw that, I figure might as well, so I gathered them up to throw
them in the laundry basket.

   I was immediately almost overwhelmed by the scent of perfume.  Ever
since my asthma issues, I had been especially sensitive to smells.  I
couldn't miss this smell; his clothes reeked of it.  The thing was it
wasn't a smell mom used.  I knew her perfumes; she had bought them because
she knew how sensitive my nose was.

   Slowly I lowered the pile of clothes back to the floor, and glanced over
at the frosted shower door.  Rinsing off the evidence?  The clothes were
right in front of the washer; I bet he planned to throw them in before he
went to bed.

   Not bad old man, I thought.  Come home two hours late; your wife is
sleeping.  A quick shower to rinse off the evidence and wash your clothes;
and no one would be the wiser, I thought.

   Why would my brain go that direction; two reasons.  One was all the
little subtle hints I had seen between the two.  It also explained better
why the shift-change for dad, it gave him now not only motive, but
opportunity.  Second, because I am an eighteen year old male, who lives for
internet porn; and I jack off at least two or three times every day.  Tell
me you weren't the same when you were my age.

   As I slipped back into my room, I thought of what I would tell mom. 
Then; I realized there really was nothing to tell, I had no evidence. 
Maybe I was just being suspicious but things weren't adding up well in my
teenage brain.

   The next morning mom was already gone, and dad was watching television
when I came downstairs.  He was playing on his cellphone and when I walked
by he made a point of setting it face down in his lap.

   I grabbed a bowl of cereal and headed back to my room, I made a point of
letting him see me go by.  Once in my room I grabbed my laptop and pulled
up my connection to the iCloud.  One thing about having your folks pay your
bills, it puts you all on the same family plan, which meant the same
iCloud.

   I linked into dad's cellphone memory, and pulled up his text history. 
There were only a few people he sent texts to, he wasn't the most tech
savvy man in the world.

   I skipped over the ones to me, and those I could tell were work.  The
only thing left was mom from what I could see.  I did see a text from him
last night about nine telling her he was going to work some overtime. 
Mom's answer was a bit on the lackluster side.

   I started to back out of the iCloud when the numbers struck me.  There
were the few to me and mom, but holy shit he had sent over three hundred
while working.

   I pulled up his work log, and that's where things finally clicked.  Her
name was Angel, go figure.  She was a single mom and dad had apparently
helped her with a few bucks a couple of times.  Well, that few bucks
evolved; apparently my old man was now her sugar daddy.

   Angel had sent a text thinking him for paying to fix her car.  I liked
her reward, that they would 'christen' the back seat together.  Damn this
girl had a kink, I almost laughed.

   When he had apparently helped her get some groceries; she had told him
to stop by after work and 'heat his sausage in her oven.' God this chick
was corny.

   By the time a half hour had passed, there was no doubt in my mind; dad
was having an affair.  That was why the shift change; he and his darling
Angel could get together after work, especially since mom always went to
bed early.

   It was weird; on the one hand I was pissed as hell, my old man was
fucking around on my mom.  One the other, my eighteen year old hormonal
body was on overload after reading some of their hot texts.

   Jesus, some of it read like a pornographic movie script.  Dad said how
he wanted to eat her pussy after work, and his little Angel told him how
she wanted to ride his lap until he squirted in her.  She certainly knew
how to keep this sugar daddy on the hook I had to admit.

   Later that evening, after dad had gone to work, I tried to think of what
I wanted to say to mom.  Should I tell her or just stay out of it.  Did she
have any idea this was going on, and was a great actress at hiding it?  Or
was she really the true southern belle and had no idea her loving husband
would be balls deep in a twenty-one year old pussy tonight.

   I still was wrestling with everything when all of a sudden it was
nine-thirty; and mom was heading to bed.  I sat in my room, debating and
berating myself.  I tried to practice what I wanted to say; having finally
come to the decision I needed to say something.

   It had to be after ten by the time I stood outside her bedroom door; I
figured she couldn't be asleep in only a half an hour.

   "Mom?" I half whispered.

   I eased the door open and stood in the dark bedroom, letting the light
from the hall illuminate the bed.  Well fuck me, she was dead asleep
already.  I slowly approached the bed and looked down at her.

   Being the end of July it was still pretty warm and humid.  Mom had only
the sheet on, and that she had let drift down to her waist for cool air
from the air conditioner.  I opened my mouth to say something, but it just
hung there as my eyes adjusted to the semi dark and I stared at mom.

   OK, I guess it's time; like it or not, to describe my mother.  For
someone who watches a reasonable amount of porn...ok a LOT of porn; I tend
to equate women with porn stars I know.  For mom, it would have to be India
Summer.  Go ahead; take the time to look her up; that is one hot momma.

   Like my favorite MILF star, mom had long dark hair that fell in waves
about her shoulders, and right now it was spread out on her pillow framing
that gorgeous face.

   I watched her chest rise and fall with her easy breathing.  She didn't
have those big fake porn tits; instead she went with the natural look.  Her
34C's were barely concealed in the chemise nightgown she was wearing and I
could see her nipples pressing out against the silky material.

   I let my eyes travel down her body, seeing that flat belly just peeking
out between the hem of her night gown and the edge of the sheet.  I
wondered if she had that fantastic trimmed patch between her thighs just
like India did, keeping things natural.

   I wanted to reach down and bring that sheet lower to see what kind of
panties she was wearing.  Were they granny panties, or were they sexy
bikini panties.  Better yet, was she fucking naked under that sheet.

   I shook my head and tried to clear the thoughts swimming through my
hormonal brain; the problem was by that time I was raging hard.  Any
thought of waking her up went out the window right there.  I could just
hear myself; oh hey mom, dad's having an affair, oh and ignore my hard on
from staring at your tits.

   I was going to just turn around and leave, I swear to God.  Then, that
dark thought came back; about her pubic hair.  Reaching down, I slowly slid
the sheet downward, using only two fingers to grip the cloth.

   When the sheet slid below her waist, I thought I would cum on the spot;
she had on a pair of almost sheer blue laced panties that left nothing to
my horny imagination.

   I stared at that trimmed dark thatch of hair hidden under the thin
cloth, wondering what it would be like to run my tongue through that.  My
hand went back up her body, suspended above her.  As my other hand slid
through the opening of my pajama pants and fished my steel hard seven inch
dick free,

   I was a total gross pervert, standing there in the semi dark, jerking my
throbbing cock as I used one finger to drift the top of her chemise down
just enough to let a hard nipple poke out.

   I had already jerked off twice today; but that didn't matter.  That had
been to porn videos of fake actresses with silicone tits.  This was a real
woman, the first one I had ever seen this close up.

   I almost shit when mom stirred slightly, turning her body until she was
partially facing me.  I froze and held my breath, if she woke up now I
would be screwed.

   The funny thing was; it didn't deter me; in fact the fear of being
caught only spurred me on.  I just stood there, stroking my pulsing cock as
I stared down at my basically nude mother.

   I have news India, you are one hot lady; but there is nothing compared
to looking at your MILF mother while your balls tighten.  I could feel it
roaring through my body, and I screwed my eyes shut trying not to scream.

   I let out a breath as my cock jerked in my grip, I could feel my thick
cum pulsing out the sensitive tip.  Fuck was I cumming, I thought it would
never end as a second and then third rope spewed out of my shaking body.

   When my eyes finally opened back up, I looked down in horror.  Oh my
God, I had just dumped a load all over my mother.  I could see my sticky
cum clinging to her almost bare tit, apparently my second blast had gone a
bit higher, it dripped along her upper chest, and a drop even oozed off her
chin.

   I was panic stricken.  I couldn't get caught, all I could think of was I
had to get out of there.  I turned and fled from her bedroom, stumbling
down the hall to my doorway; my now flaccid cock waving in the breeze
because I was in such a hurry I didn't even tuck it away.

   I crawled into bed with a sense of relief, I hadn't been caught.  God,
what did I just do; I came all over my mother.  Then, the most obvious
thought hit my pea sized brain.  I had left mom back there, covered in my
sticky cum.  Fuck...fuck...FUCK!

   I thought about going back, but I was too terrified to risk it.  I would
just have to see what happens tomorrow; maybe she will think it was dad.  I
could only hope, as I drifted off to sleep.

   The next morning I rose and headed for the stairs.  I glanced into my
parents' room as I passed the door, shit, the bed was totally stripped.  At
least I had until this afternoon to think of something, I figured, until I
walked into the kitchen, and saw mom standing at the coffee pot.

   She was just finishing pouring herself a cup of coffee, and turned and
saw me.  She was still wearing the same purple chemise from last night, God
was that a white cum stain just along the top edge above her breast?

   "Oh hey mom" I said, hoping my voice stayed calm.

   "Hey sweetie" mom smiled back.

   "Are you off today?" I asked as I got my bowl of cereal.

   "I work Saturday" she said in a normal tone.

   "I took today, I figure I might get some shopping done." She told me.

   "If you need help with the groceries let me know" I said, pouring my
milk.

   "That you sweetie" mom took a sip of her coffee.  "I'm also going to
stop at the mall, I need some new sleepwear."

   I stood rooted to the spot and watched as her hand rose up until her
fingers brushed over the crusted stain above her breast.

   "These seem to have...issues." She smiled.

   I watched as she headed back to her room to dress, frozen in the
kitchen. Issues; holy fuck the only issue was your perverted son jacked off
all over them.

   By the time I finished my cereal and got dressed, mom had already left.
Not a single word was said about the night gown again.  Maybe she didn't
know what it was, I thought.

   It was a few hours later when mom came through the front door carrying
bags of groceries.  The dutiful son, I started carrying in while she put
everything away.

   I was getting the last load from the car and pulling the bags out of the
SUV when I found it.  You can't miss that huge VS on a bag, and not know it
came from Victoria Secret.

   I couldn't help it, the perversion kicked in again.  I opened the bag
and peeked inside.  Right on top was a pale blue, damn near transparent
baby doll night gown.  Oh fuck, I almost groaned.  I hurried and pulled the
bags out before mom figured I was taking too long.

   Dropping the bags off in the kitchen, I mumbled excuses I don't even
remember, and headed to my room.  I admit it, I pulled up India Summer, and
within five minutes blew the hugest load of my life; and I wasn't thinking
of her either.

   I was wracked with guilt; I barely made it through supper with mom and
me.  I helped with the dishes, and then mom took her nightly shower.  I had
hidden in my room, trying to rid myself of the growing perversion.

   "Sweetie" mom's voice came through my door.

   "I'm heading to bed, so if you need anything you're on your own." She
told me.

   "OK mom, thanks" I called back.

   I glanced at my digital clock and was stunned.  Forget the half hour
early of yesterday; she was going to bed at nine; what the hell.  It
couldn't be for me, she just had to be tired I figured.

   I fought it off, for a whole forty-five minutes.  Hey, I did damn well;
I stayed in my room until my throbbing hard dick led me to the door.  I
softly padded down the hall to mom's door, hesitating in the hallway.

   Last time had been kind of an accident; I knew I could brush it off. 
But this was deliberate; I was sneaking into my parent's room, to spy on my
mother.  The words sick and perversion didn't even do justice to what I was
doing, but don't think it stopped me.

   Just like last time, mom was sleeping on her back.  Her curls of hair
framed her face like a beauty pageant queen.  My eyes drifted down from her
smooth neck, and in the half-light off the hall I saw them, I fucking saw
them.

   It wasn't the pale blue baby doll I had seen in the car; this one was
different.  It was a pale pink almost like a kimono instead; and sheer was
not the word.

   I could follow the curve of her breasts with my eyes through the thin
lace.  God those 34C's looked good enough to devour.  They were capped by
pencil eraser thick hard nipples, and hard dark areoles that circled each
bud.

   I didn't know whether I wanted to touch or suck them more right then;
but resisted the urge to do either.

   The material ended well above her navel this time, leaving a flat
expanse of her soft belly open to my hungry eyes.  I wondered if she ever
considered getting her belly pierced and the thought made me shudder.

   Once again one hand was pulling my rock hard cock free of my pajamas, as
I reached down and helped that sheet fall lower on her body.  When it slid
down I was stunned at what lay underneath.

   Mom was wearing a matching pair of pale pink lace panties that were
totally sheer; and I mean totally.  I swore I could have counted the pubic
hairs through the thing.

   My hand was slick with my pre cum as I slid it along my cock.  I
couldn't hold back the weak moan as I stared at her beautiful pussy.  This
was the first one I had ever seen first-hand and it was better than any
porn video I had ever seen.

   I couldn't stop my hand as it came off the edge of the sheet, and the
tips of my fingers slid along that silky fabric, right over her mound.  The
cloth was so thin I could feel the hairs against my finger-tips.

   "Fuck" I whispered softly.

   "Mmmmmm" mom gave a soft noise.

   I froze in mid motion, both hands locked as I looked up at her face. 
Her head was turned slightly away with her face obscured by the cascade of
dark hair.  I watched as those fantastic breasts continued their slow easy
rise and fall.

   Were the nipples harder?  It had to be either the light or an automatic
body response.  I started to relax again, and then her leg shifted on the
bed.  Her left leg flexed at the knee, her foot sliding up the inside of
her right leg.

   Her left leg came to a stop at about her right knee, leaving her lying
with her legs in the number four position.  I held my breath waiting,
slowly letting it out when she didn't move any further.  I was in such a
panic; it never occurred to me what the shift in position would mean.

   When I glanced back down, my eyes were immediately drawn to that dark V
between her thighs.  I almost lost it and nearly moaned out loud as I
stared at her hair covered lips through the thin material.

   The sheer pink material was drawn tight over her lips, molding to the
contour.  I wondered what she tasted like; what it would feel like to slide
myself between those petals until I was balls deep inside her.

   Wait...was she...?  I shifted slightly letting more of the light fall
from the hallway onto her lower body.  Jesus Christ, there was a damp spot
on the filmy material of her panties.  I thought at first it was a shadow,
but realized it couldn't be.  My mother was WET.

   I lost it; I bit my lip to keep from groaning as my balls tightened.  I
had planned to wait until I got back to my room to finish, but the sight
was too much.

   My cock jerked in my grip and I knew what was going to happen. 
Desperate I aimed as best I could and watched as the first thick rope shot
out in an arc, landing on the soft flesh of her belly.

   The vision of a puddle of white cream pooling in her naval sent a
violent shudder through my body.  The motion throwing off my aim as a
second thick jet burst free.

   I watched in horror as it landed not on her belly, but lower; soaking
into the transparent cloth of her panties as they stretched across her
mound.  I was cumming on my mother's pussy; the thought made my eyes roll
back as a third thick wad erupted from the tip of my cock.

   I shook and trembled as I eased down, my eyes fluttering open.  Oh my
fucking God; I had just totally painted her with my hot cream over her
entire crotch.  I could see the viscous liquid soaking into her panties
clinging to her lips.

   There was no way I could clean up this mess, so I did the only thing my
fuzzed brain could think of; I retreated like a coward back to my room.  I
lay in bed shaking; terrified at what mom would say.

   I could have explained the small stain on her chemise the other night;
there was no way in hell I could explain an entire load dumped straight on
her pussy.  I was dead, I figured; plain and simple I was dead.

   The next morning I headed down for breakfast, mom was already gone to
work; and she hadn't woken me or said anything to me.  She must be saving
it for this afternoon, confront me then I figured.

   All day I was in a state of panic, I didn't even check on dad's text
messages or see what the cheater was up to.  All I could think about was
how was I going to explain to mom that her perfect son was a totally
depraved pervert.

   It was nearly five before I left my room; mom had been home for a couple
of hours; and never made an appearance at my door.  I knew dad had left for
work, I heard his car pull out.  I kept waiting for that knock on my door;
but it never came.

   I had always made a habit of setting the table for dinner; with dad not
home it was my way of thanking mom.  When I walked into the kitchen, I
could smell the goulash mom was stirring and felt my stomach rumble.

   "Hey sweetie" mom chirped from the stove.

   "Go ahead and set the table, this will be ready any minute." She told me

   Her tone wasn't pissed; she didn't rant or rave.  She was...well she was
mom.  I didn't know what to say, so I just set the table for the two of us.

   Through dinner mom was her usual self, talking about work and that one
of the neighbors was having trouble with their son getting a speeding
ticket.

   "You've always been the perfect young man" mom smiled at me.

   My face exploded red at her words.  Right, the perfect young man who
jacks off over you, I thought.  God; it was as if nothing had happened last
night; how the hell could she not have notice those thin panties all but
glued to her pussy by my dried cum.

   After dinner I cleared the dishes and started washing.  Mom mentioned
she was headed for her nightly shower and started to leave the kitchen.  I
was focused on the dishes, and didn't see her turn around at the door to
the dining room.

   The next thing I knew soft lips caressed my cheek.  I felt a shiver at
the contact.

   "I love you Adam" mom said softly; and then headed for the stairs.

   I finished the dishes and headed to my room, all the while beating
myself with every stick my brain could conjure.  I was the perfect young
man, she loved me; God how could I do this to her.

   I literally huddled in my bed that night, trying desperately to fall
asleep.  I fought back the urge to go to her room again.  I couldn't do it
to her again; I couldn't be the animal my mind kept calling me.

   Finally I gave in and lay in the dark of my room, jerking off to the
image of my hot cum soaking into those tight thin panties, blowing a hot
load all over my belly.  Sick to my stomach I rolled over and let sleep
finally take hold.

   The next day was a repeat of yesterday.  I helped around the house with
dad during the day; and then hid in my room except for dinner.  It took
every ounce of willpower I had to keep myself in that room again.  I ached
to see her, to just look at her perfect body.

   The next day was Friday and mom was gone again when I got up.  The day
went like any other; but things were different at supper.  Mom didn't seem
her chipper self she had been Wednesday and Thursday.  I wondered what dad
had done to piss her off.  When I did the dishes mom simply left the
kitchen and headed upstairs to the shower; no kiss, no nothing this time.

   In my room I tried to focus on studying; hell I even tried jerking off
to India Summer; it was no good.  By nine that night I was basically a
basket case ready for bed.  I never even looked at the clock or realized
the time as I changed into my pajama pants.

   I was standing in the middle of the room, still holding my jeans when
mom knocked on the door.

   "Adam?" Mom called.

   "Yeah mom" I answered.

   Nothing like a creature of habit, I thought, only this time the habit
changed.  Instead of just telling me good night; the door to my room swung
slowly open.  I turned and saw mom standing in the doorway and froze, my
jeans limp in my hand.

   This was the real deal; she was wearing the powder blue baby doll I had
seen on the top of the Victoria Secret bag.  This shamed even the
transparent kimono she had worn two nights ago.  The top hung perfectly on
her upper body, there were no snaps or buttons; the two halves in the front
were held together by a single bow tie just below her breasts.

   Her breasts, God they were on total display as she stood in the hall
light.  My cock started to thicken in my pajama pants as my eyes took in
the contour and curve of each breast.  They stood firm and proud, those
pencil eraser nipples staring back at me.

   My eyes traveled down from that luscious swell, to the flat of her
belly. The halves of her baby doll were nearly wide open; a wide expanse of
smooth skin on display to my eyes.

   The hem didn't end at her hips like most nightgowns; it ended at just
below her waist.  This meant that the most perfect pair of powder blue
totally transparent panties; were on full display.

   They hugged the curve of her hips, barely more than a string around her
waist; while the small swath of cloth lay smooth over her mound, giving me
a full view of the dark thatch of neatly trimmed hair.

   The whole look took only a couple of seconds; but mom stood silent as I
drank her in.  My cock went from chub to steel hard in less than two
seconds.

   I may only be about seven inches, but in thin pajama pants; there is no
where you can hide a hard dick.  I saw mom's eyes flicker down to my waist
and then back up.  Did she really just check me out; I was shocked.

   "I'm going to bed" mom's soft voice penetrated the dead silent room.

   "Uh...OK" I mumbled.

   "Adam...I'm going to bed." Mom repeated.  "Be a good son tonight." Her
voice was barely above a whisper; but I heard it loud and clear.

   Mom disappeared from the door and like an idiot I just stood there
holding my jeans.  Be a good son, what was she...oh fuck, was my only
thought.  My mind reeled; I must have debated with myself for the next half
hour.  Did she know; was she inviting me; was I reading too much into all
of this.

   Before I could second guess myself, I padded softly down the hall.  If
she was asleep, I would just leave, I thought, as I gently pushed her door
open.

   It looked like her normal sleep position; she was sprawled out on the
bed on her back; only this time there was no sheet obstructing my view.

   I stared down at her and watched her perfect breasts rise and fall.  She
was asleep, I figured.  It had all been my teenage hormonal imagination. 
Then, mom's eyes flickered open and she looked up at me.

   She never said a word, she just watched me; her eyes flickering between
the straining cock in my pajama pants, and my face.  I wanted to tell her I
was sorry, that I was the most debase and perverted a son could be.  Mom
solved that for me.

   I watched as her left foot once against slid up her right leg, until she
was again lying with her legs bent in the number four.  This time the
panties were even tighter than with the kimono.  They clung to the contour
of each lip; and when they pulled tight, I could see a dark patch spreading
across the transparent gusset.

   I groaned softly as I tugged my hard rod out from its hiding place.  Her
eyes locked to my groin, as my hand began a slow pumping; I could see her
pupils widen as a drop of pre cum seeped from the tip.

   Mom never moved, and she made no effort to touch me; she just lay there
and watched.  I reached down my other hand, and pulled at the string of the
bow beneath her breasts; watching in slow motion as it came undone.

   "Oh God" I whispered as the two halves of her baby doll slid to the
sides; letting her breasts slip into view in the light from the hall.  She
made no move to cover them, instead letting me stare at them as my hand
began to pick up the pace.

   I could feel my nuts tightening again; oh fuck I wasn't sure where to
cum.  Mom solved that for me too.

   "My tits" her soft voice sounded loud in the quiet room.

   Those two words set me off.  She wanted it on her tits; she was going to
get it on her tits.  My balls clenched as it hit.

   "Mom" I gasped as my cock spasmed in my grip.

   My first shot was like a geyser as it shot through the air; splashing
onto her pale skin, coating her breasts in my thick seed.  Holy fuck I was
cumming on my mother, and she was letting me, I thought.

   "Ohhhh" mom gave a small moan, and I watched her body tremble.

   Glancing down, I watched the dark patch at her panties instantly grow
larger.  Fuck, she was cumming just from me cumming on her.  I stood by her
bed, and unloaded the biggest orgasm of my life; as I pumped not one or
two, but FOUR thick wads of my cream onto her body.  God, I thought I was
never going to stop cumming.

   When my balls finally spasmed empty, I looked down.  Mom was laying
there on her marital bed, covered in wads of thick goo from her neck to her
navel; I had fucking bathed her in hot cum.

   Mom was looking down at the huge mess I had left on her body; slowly she
raised one hand, extending her index finger.  I could only stare as she
drew a lazy circle in the puddles around her navel.

   "I think your father is having an affair" mom whispered into the
silence.

   "He is" I replied.  "I have proof." I told her.

   Mom looked up at me, her finger slowly pushing the globs of white goo
into a puddle.

   "How" she asked.

   "I have his texts" I admitted.

   "From the iCloud" my voice trembled with the admission.

   Mom slowly nodded her head, and then looked down at the slick mess on
her belly.  I watched as she carefully used her index finger to scoop up a
clinging wad.

   "I want you to print them" mom said without looking at me.

   "Bring them to me tomorrow night." She raised her head and stared up at
me.

   "When you do" her hand slowly rose from her belly.  "I'm going...to suck
you...dry." Her voice was hoarse.

   I watched stunned as she slipped that finger, coated in my slime, into
her mouth; and slowly sucked it clean.

   The next day was Saturday, and mom was working her weekend shift.  With
dad sleeping in late, which was his usual now that he 'worked' late; it
gave me the morning to get things done.

   I accessed the iCloud again, and pulled up his text log.  It had been a
few days since I had seen it, what with everything going on with mom; I
wasn't surprised to find new logs.

   It seems dear old dad had gotten his little sugar baby a massage
voucher. Angel planned to reward him tonight with a 'tongue massage' to his
cock.  The thought of some twenty year old giving my dad a blow job wasn't
exactly the hottest thing on my list, but damn could this girl be
descriptive.

   As I printed up the logs I sat and read how she wanted to kneel in front
of him and suck his balls while he watched.  As the last pages pushed out
of the printer, it was hot reading where she talked about letting him see
his creamy load in her mouth before she swallowed his load.

   I wondered if she really was that good; or how much of all of this was
hype.  Knowing the old man, her little pep talks probably added to the
excitement, which meant he was already primed by the time they got
together. I chuckled as I realized that way she had half her work done
before they even started; what a little vixen I thought.

   I didn't know how or when mom planned on me getting this to her; so for
now I put everything into a folder and slid it in with my study papers.  No
way in hell the old man was going to look through that; hell he didn't
understand half of it anyway.

   Mom had just entered the house when dad was heading to the car.  Their
usual silence as they passed in the hall by the front door, reminded me I
wasn't invading on anything the guy hadn't left open anyway; so much for
feeling a guilty conscience about 'stealing' his woman.

   At a little after five mom called me in from the back yard; when I came
in the house I found a pizza sitting on the kitchen counter and mom sitting
at the dining room table already eating.

   "Sweetie go ahead and grab a piece and come join me" mom called out.  "I
didn't feel like cooking, I hope you don't mind."

   Hell I didn't mind, it was the rare treat when we got pizza around the
house, and I threw a couple of pieces on a plate and headed into the dining
room.

   "Honey, before you sit down" mom said as I set down my plate and water.

   "Would you be a dear and go get your papers?" she smiled at me.

   For a woman who was about to read about her husbands' cheating; she sure
didn't seem terribly upset.  I headed to my room and grabbed the folder,
setting it down in front of mom and then sliding into the chair next to
her.

   We ate in silence for about fifteen minutes, while mom slowly read the
first logs.  A couple of times I could hear her snort quietly to herself,
and at one point she tapped the papers and rumbled about how he didn't do
'that' for her.

   Pushing her plate aside, mom looked up at me.  There was sadness in her
eyes, but not quite the ranting anger I had expected.

   "Have you read these?" she asked.

   "Yea, I wanted to know what was going on." I pushed my own plate away.

   "Did it make you hard?" mom just looked at me.

   "Sometimes" I answered sheepishly.

   "I figured as much" mom nodded.  "It does read like a cheap pornographic
novel." She said.

   "I don't get it" I told mom.  She looked at me with a puzzled
expression.

   "You're sitting here reading about your husband fucking some other
woman" I blurted out.  "I would have thought you would be ranting and
raving by now; or at the very least screaming your head off."

   "A reasonable question" mom sighed softly.  "And that would be true,
except for two things." She looked down at the papers.  "For one, I had
suspected this for the last month or two, so it isn't a total surprise."

   "And second, it's happened before" she said, looking up at me.

   "What?" I was dumb struck.

   "The last time was about six years ago" mom said calmly.

   The last time, Jesus Christ how many times had there been; and yet she
stayed with him.  I just sat mute while mom spoke.

   "You were about eleven I think" she stared across the room.  "He started
working overtime, just like this time." She shook her head.

   "She was about twenty-five I believe.  I think she saw your father as
some big wig and a way to further her spot in the company." Mom sighed.

   "Either way it lasted for about eight months when her husband caught
wind of it." Mom smiled at a memory.

   "I think he threatened your father" she chuckled.  "Either way it broke
off."

   I couldn't believe this, my dad was a serial cheater, and I had no
fucking idea.  I stared at mom, desperate to ask her why she even stayed.
It was as if she could sense my question.

   "You needed a father" she said softly.  "I wasn't going to tear your
world apart because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants." She sighed.

   "I love you" I said quietly, just shaking my head.

   "Do you baby" mom cocked her head to one side.  "Do you love me...or do
you lust for me?" she asked in a soft voice.

   "Honestly...both" I said staring into her eyes.

   Mom slid her chair back from the dining room table and sat looking at
me. Since I had been outside, I hadn't noticed she had changed from her
nursing work clothes, into a light sun dress for the heat.

   "Look at me Adam" mom commanded me.  "All of me." She husked.

   I sat there and stared, for the first time I didn't have to hide my
glances.  I dank in the light curve of her breasts through her dress top; I
could just barely see the indentation of her nipples, and I wondered if she
was wearing a bra.  Below I followed the supple thighs up from her knees,
to where they disappeared under the hem of her dress.  Having seen her on
her bed, my imagination filled in the rest as I gazed upward.

   "Are you hard?" mom husked at me.

   "Yes" I could barely choke back.

   "Me...or the texts?" she asked.

   "You" I could barely speak.

   "I can see the hunger in your eyes" mom stared at me.

   "If you could you would rip my clothes off wouldn't you." She said.

   "Yes" God I was so tongue tied right then.

   "Did it excite you when you read how he would lick her wet pussy?" Mom's
voice almost hummed.

   "Yes" I groaned.

   Oh My God, I could only stare as mom started inching the hemline of her
sundress up her bare thighs.  My cock was so hard by now it hurt, trapped
in my jeans.

   "Have you ever tasted a woman?" mom asked me.

   "No" I choked back.  "I've never seen...a real...until..." I stuttered.

   "Was mine the first you've ever seen?" there was a hint of surprise in
her voice.

   "Yes" I admitted.

   I damn near choked when the hemline hit her panties.  I saw the hint of
powder blue again, oh Jesus she was wearing the Victoria Secret ones, I
thought I was going to cum in my jeans.  My eyes never left that hemline as
it continued to rise.

   "Get on your knees" mom whispered.

   I slid from my chair, kneeling on the dining room floor in front of mom.
My eyes were locked to the valley between her thighs as those panties slid
into view.

   "Your father doesn't like doing that" mom husked.  "So he claimed."

   Mom hooked her thumbs into the waistband of those panties, and I stared
frozen as she slowly began to ease them over her hips, rising slightly in
her chair.

   "It's been two years since a man did that to me" mom told me.  "Are you
going to end my dry spell baby" God she was driving me nuts.

   "Yes" was all I could get out as that filmy blue garment slid free.

   I was kneeling there, less than a foot from her prize, watching her legs
slowly open; closer than I had ever been as it came into my vision.

   "Jesus" I whispered as her thighs parted.

   "Tell me what you're thinking" mom whispered as her thighs spread wider.

   "You're...beautiful..." I almost panted.  "I want...I want to taste
you." I said hoarsely.

   "Then what are you waiting for" this sexy woman invited me.

   I admit I had never touched a woman before this, I mean in such an
intimate way; but hour after hour of porn movies and clips left me with a
wealth of knowledge.

   I shuffled in closer, slowly kissing my way up one thigh and then the
other.  I inhaled deeply, smelling the heavy musk of my mother, an excited
woman.  I could see the glisten on the dark curls of hair covering her
lips; she was wet, I realized; wet for me.

   Dipping my head down, I slowly drug my tongue up the full length of her
lips.  I could feel the tip of my tongue just slightly parting her petals.

   "Oh God yesssss." Mom moaned above me.

   Her hands came down and fingers tangled in my hair.  Her feet lifted off
the floor as I repeated the long swipe; I could feel her thighs quiver
against my cheeks.

   "Oh fuck baby" mom gasped.

   Apparently I was doing something right, I could feel mom's body jerk as
my tongue scraped over her hidden clit.  Her thighs tightened around my
head and I had to reach up, holding her thighs open, so I could get at her.

   As I spread her legs wider, I watched those swollen lips start to part,
and the pink interior peek out through the dark hairs.  My head bent down
again, only this time I extended and stiffened my tongue, sliding it
between her engorged lips.

   "Ngggghhhhhhhhhhh" mom moaned as my tongue penetrated her.

   I could feel her juices slicken my face as I pressed in, I ignored it;
trying to drive my tongue deeper.  Her taste, God her taste, it was tangy
yet sweet; almost intoxicating.

   I slid my tongue in and out, trying to scoop those fluids out of her
tight passage and into my mouth.  I wanted every drop of her, and I
intended to take it.  Her feet rose off the floor again, threatening to
trap my head a second time.  Reaching out, I gripped her legs, lifting them
up; until they rested on my shoulders, spreading her fully open for me.

   "Eat me...oh Jesus Christ eat me you sweet man..." mom babbled above me.

   Wet slurping filled the dining room as I had the feast of my life.  God
I couldn't get enough of her as I devoured her dripping pussy.

   "My clit...my clit...please..." mom whimpered.

   I shifted my head, dragging my tongue along her opening.  I felt the
hooded bud with the tip of my tongue.  It was trapped, aching for release.
I didn't even think I just acted.  I closed my lips over her throbbing
clit...and sucked.

   "Oh shit...oh fuck..." mom's ass bounced on the chair.  "That's
it...right there..." she panted.

   I increased the strength of my suction, and at the same time the pace.
Between both actions I felt mom's body spasm against my face.  Her fingers
curled in my hair like talons as she pulled my face harder into her groin.

   "Oh fuck...don't stop...don't stop." Mom groaned.  "I'm going to
cum...oh my fucking God." She moaned.

   Stop; holy hell I couldn't get enough.  The idea I was going to bring
her to orgasm only spurred me on.  Remembering some of the oral porn clips
I had seen, I waited a few more minutes, and then when I felt her thighs
start to quiver again, I reached up towards her pussy.

   "I'm going to...I'm going..." Mom panted.

   At that moment, I slid two fingers deep into her gripping tunnel.  I
could feel her tight walls literally suck my fingers in deep, her heat
wrapping around them as juices coated my hand.

   "Aaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" mom screamed, as her ass took a giant
heave.

   A sudden gush of hot fluids washed over my face, flooding into my open
mouth.  I could barely swallow fast enough for the tidal wave.

   "CUMMMINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" mom wailed the obvious.

   I tried to move my head in time with her body as she bounced all over
the chair.  A steady stream of hot cram poured out of her, puddling on the
chair under her ass.  It was so much I couldn't drink it all down fast
enough.

   I felt mom pulling at my hair, trying to draw my head back and away.  I
could hear her moaning something, but she had her thighs clamped around my
head.  Relaxing back onto the chair, she drew my mouth away.

   "No more...no more" mom gasped.  "Sensitive...oh fuck" she moaned.

   I looked up, feeling her juices dripping down my chin as I saw the fire
burning in her eyes.  I felt a swell of pride that my first time, and she
had exploded onto my face.

   "We are definitely doing THAT again." Mom gasped.

   Mom uncurled her fingers from my hair, her hands dropping to my
shoulders.  Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders through my shirt,
pulling at me.

   "Get up" mom growled.

   I rose to my feet, my face still dripping from her flood of juices; I
was standing between her lewdly spread legs.  Her hands and fingers began
to claw at the waistband of my jeans, trying to unfasten them.

   "Get them off...NOW." Mom hissed.

   I reached down and unsnapped my jeans.  I was apparently to slow and mom
gripped the thick denim and jerked them down in one stroke.  I could feel
my boxers slide down with the tight jeans, as my cock pulled down with
them. With a loud slap my steel rod snapped back, smacking against my
belly.

   My cock barely felt the cool air of the dining room, before her warm
fingers wrapped around it, and then her hot mouth slammed down onto me.

   "Oh fuck...oh shit..." I quivered as her lips slid down my shaft.

   I was getting my first blowjob, and my mother was sucking my cock like a
damned vacuum.  I looked down and watched as this half crazed woman bobbed
her head up and down, driving my seven inches into her throat.

   With a loud slurp, I felt her mouth descend on me, further and further;
until her nose bumped into my pubic hair.  Holy fuck, she was deep
throating me.

   "Mom...oh fuck...slow..." I grunted.  I couldn't take this for long.

   Mom either didn't hear me, or just ignored me.  She was in full attack
mode as she drove her mouth down on me again and again.  At one point I
felt my balls slap against her chin as she sucked me deep again.

   I could feel myself rapidly losing control.  This was the first time any
woman had done this; my senses were in total overload as my orgasm began to
roar down on me.

   "Mom...I'm going to cum...oh fuck..." I tried to warn her.

   "Mmmmmmmmmhhmmmmm" mom hummed to a mouthful of throbbing cock.

   Holy shit, when that vibration from her hum hit my balls, I couldn't
hold back any longer.

   "FFFUUUCKKKKKKKKK" I screamed as my balls spasmed.

   My first shot literally jetted against the back of her throat as my cock
spasmed.  I could see her throat working as she began swallowing my hot
load, God was that a sight.

   "Oh God...Oh God..." I moaned as my body shook through the first orgasm
of my life not created by me.

   A second and then third volley of searing hot cum pumped into her mouth.
I could hear her swallow as I poured my entire balls into her throat.  It
was the most obscene and erotic sound I had ever heard.

   There was no porn clip in history that could equal what was happening
right now.  My hot and sexy mother was swallowing every fucking drop of my
thick cum.  I thought I was going to pass out the intensity was so high.

   As my body trembled its way back down, I heard an obscene pop, telling
me mom had pulled her mouth off my pulsing cock.  I looked down and stared
as she took a finger and scooped the thin strand that leaked out the corner
of her mouth, and popped it back in to suck it down.

   "God you taste good" mom murmured.

   "Holy shit" I mumbled as I stumbled back to my chair, dropping into the
seat.

   Mom rose from her chair, letting her sun dress fall back into place. 
She bent down and picked up her panties, I could see they were soaked with
her juices, something I had never noticed before in the heat of things.

   "I think we both needed that" mom's voice was still husky; and there was
a fire in her eyes.

   She leaned down and stared into my eyes, I could smell my own spunk on
her breath as she spoke.

   "You will not jerk off tonight" she said calmly.  "You will not jerk off
at all tomorrow." I could only numbly nod my head.

   "If you can do that" she locked eyes with me.  "If you can prove to me
you can stay loyal." She whispered.  "Monday night I want you to shove that
thing so far up me...I scream your name."

   My eyes grew huge as I looked back at her.  Was she serious?  I could
see that fire burning in her gaze, God yes was she serious.

   "Yes" was all I could croak back.

   Mom nodded and stood back up.  She gathered the folder and papers from
the dining room table, and I just sat there drained as she left the room.

   Sunday was pure agony; I never knew a day could drag by so slowly.  Dad
was home, so there wasn't any chance of getting alone time with mom.  I
figured that was why she had said to wait until Monday.

   By the time I went to bed Sunday night I was in a constant state of
arousal, I had a hard time falling asleep waiting for tomorrow.  I was
really going to do it; I was going to have sex.  It was like every porn
dream I had ever had was coming to life.

   When I woke up Monday, mom had already left for work.  Crawling out of
bed, I found her powder blue panties lying beside my pillow with a note.

   Just so you know I'm thinking of you too, she had written.  I picked up
the panties and was shocked at how soaked they were.  She had to be
constantly dripping cream to leave this much in her panties.

   I have to admit there were a couple of times I had my cock out and in
hand, ready to unleash; and the thoughts of those panties and her body
pulled me back.

   By the time mom got home that afternoon, I was in a fever for her.  I
thought we would head straight upstairs, what with dad being gone to work;
but no such luck.  It was as if it were just another day as mom moved about
the house.

   By supper I was coming unhinged and I couldn't help myself.  My eyes
were glued to the swell of her breasts as I cleared my throat.

   "Ummmm...mom" I asked hesitantly.  "I was wondering...when...you
know..." I felt my face growing red as I tried to phrase the question
right.

   "Are you that eager to lose your virginity?" mom chuckled.

   "Yes" I could barely whisper.  "I want you." It was all I could think of
saying.

   "You want me; or do you want to get laid?" mom asked as she stepped
closer to me in the kitchen.

   "I want to get laid...with you." I said softly.

   "Good answer" mom reached up and caressed my cheek.  "You're learning."
She smiled.

   "I'm going to take a nice shower while you finish up" mom looked up at
the clock.  "Why don't you take one when you get done." She told me.

   I just stood there and nodded like a dumb idiot.  Mom started to walk
towards the kitchen door, still talking as she left.

   "And when you're done you can come to my room" mom told me.  "Naked."
She said.

   Her final word sent a bolt through my gut and straight into my throbbing
cock.  I wanted to hurry through the dishes, but I have news, you can only
wash one dish a time.  By the time I was finished I hurried off to the
shower.

   I took my time, making sure every part of me was squeaky clean.  I even
washed my hair for good measure.  Dried off, I felt a little silly as I
padded down the hall naked, but it had been what she asked for.

   When I crossed into mom's bedroom, I knew we were pushing nine-thirty or
ten; and we needed to move or dad would be home.  I wanted to spend my time
and enjoy my first time, but I also wasn't going to argue with mom even if
it seemed like she was dragging things out.

   Mom was stretched out on the bed, the sheet pulled up.  She slowly
opened the side of the bed, letting the sheet drift off her bare breasts.

   "Care to join me" she said with a smile.

   As I slid onto the cool sheets, I could feel the heat from her body next
to mine.  She reached out and traced a finger along my chest as she propped
herself on one arm looking at me.

   "Before we...do anything." She said.  "I wanted to ask you" her voice
soft and low.  "How long have you wanted this?" she asked.

   "Years" I said back.

   "I know its ego" she gave a wan smile.  "But; is it me or just the sex."
Her voice seemed softer than usual.

   The sheet had drifted down to her waist, and I drank in the sight of her
breasts only inches from my face.  I wanted to wrap my lips around the hard
nipples and suck them until they stood at attention.  I wanted to pull that
sheet down and bury my face between her thighs, tasting her as she came in
my mouth.

   I told mom about my fascination for older women, how they were the main
fodder for my porn videos.  When I explained India Summer and her
resemblance to her; mom's eyes grew wider.

   "You want me" she husked.  "I mean...ME" she whispered.

   "Yes" I choked out.  "I want you to be my first; to be my only." I tried
not to moan.  "I want you mom" I stared into her eyes.

   Mom's hand slid down my belly, her fingers wrapping around my thick
cock. "Then let's make both our dreams come true" she said as her hand
began to glide up and down my shaft.

   "Both?" I grunted back as fire lit in my balls.

   "You want me" mom said.  "Your father has never been the most attentive"
her body began to slide down mine.  "For once I would like to be with a man
who wants me" she whispered "I mean really wants me" she husked.

   "And if that's going to be my son" her hot breath wafted over my
throbbing cock.  "Then so be it." I groaned as her lips wrapped around my
engorged head.

   I groaned as her hot mouth slid down me.  What I had gotten in the
dining room the other day was dwarfed by my mother tonight.  I couldn't
believe this was a blowjob.  I tried to watch her, but I kept dropping my
head to the pillow as new sensations washed over me.

   I clawed at the bed sheets, squirming around like a worm; as mom made
love to every inch of my seven inch cock.  She sucked the tip; and then
dragged her tongue along the veined shaft.  I wanted to scream when she
sucked on first one and then the other of my aching balls; all the while
her fist pumping up and down my spit covered cock.

   I don't know how long she was at it; on one hand it felt like an
eternity, and on the other only a heartbeat before I felt my nuts start to
tighten.

   "Oh God...mom...I'm going...oh fuck...mom...mom." I babbled as my orgasm
barreled down on me.

   My ass started rising off the bed, and mom held her head still as my
cock sank deeper into her mouth.  I felt the spongy tip hit the back of her
throat and sparks went off behind my eyes.

   "MOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" I screamed as my nuts exploded.

   My entire body heaved as the first molten blast shot up into her sucking
mouth.  I thought my balls would shoot out the end of my cock as I shot wad
after wad down her throat.  All I could do was gurgle and whimper as she
drained every drop.  Her mouth still sliding up and own, she never let up.

   I was gasping and panting like I had just run a marathon as my body
dropped back to the bed.  With a satisfied hum, mom pulled her mouth free
and looked up at me; I could see a dribble of my spunk leak from the corner
of her mouth and down her chin.

   "There" she gave a satisfied smile.  "That should take the edge off."
She began to slide up my body, kicking the sheets to the foot of the bed.
"I want you to last a long...long time baby." She husked.

   I was still trembling from my orgasm, as mom threw one leg over my hips,
her hand reaching down to grip my still steel hard rod, pointing the tip
straight up.

   "It's been...awhile." Mom moaned as she wedged the tip of my cock in her
folds.

   I could feel her hot cream drip out to cover my fat head, coating me for
entry.  I stared between our bodies and watched as my cock slid into its
first pussy.

   "Shit" mom grunted as she pushed down.  An obscene plop and my engorged
head slid inside.

   I was no longer a virgin, I realized; as mom reached down to grip my
chest.  I felt her nails dig in as she pushed harder, sinking the first
three or four inches up into her.

   "You're...big" mom panted staring down at me.  "Bigger...than
your...father." She grunted as she pushed harder sinking more of me up into
her quivering pussy.

   I wanted to tell her I wasn't that big, not compared to my porn clips. I
wanted to tell her to just go slow.  Hell, I wanted to grab her by the hips
and ram my cock straight up into her until it was buried to the root.

   Instead I just lay on my back, while this hot, wonderful, velvet sheath
slid down my cock.  It was the most incredible feeling as I felt her walls
first grip and then gently squeeze my cock.  I was in dream land while mom
tried to skewer herself down onto me.

   "You need...to help..." mom panted.  I could feel her wiggling her butt
and trying to push down more.

   My brain was in fuzz mode at that point, so I did what she said; I
helped.  I reached up and gripped her hips; with a pull I drove her
straight down onto my cock.

   Mom's eyes popped open wide, and her mouth hung open as she sat on me
for a second.  I thought at first I might have hurt her, but then the most
incredible thing happened.

   "Fucking hell" mom grunted as her eyes rolled back.

   Her body began to shake and twist as she sat on top of me.  A hot gush
of fluids swamped my cock and balls as she poured herself out.  I watched a
real live woman have an orgasm, and she was doing it on my cock.

   "Bastard" mom whispered; and then her head tilted down and her eyes
focused on me.  "Do that again" she hissed.

   I dug my fingers into her hips and lifted her slowly, feeling my cock
slide back partially out of her gripping pussy.  With no warning, I
reversed my movement, and pulled her back down onto me...hard.

   "Shhhitttttttttttttt" mom wailed as she slammed down on my cock.  "God
damn motherfucking...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she screamed.

   I could feel another spray of hot juice wash over my groin as she
shuddered and quivered through a violent orgasm.  Her nails raked down my
chest as her body convulsed on top of me.  I was never so glad for a blow
job until that moment.  Has she not sucked my balls dry only moments ago, I
would have been blowing my load right there.

   The filth that poured out of her as she rode up and down my cock was
amazing.  I honestly didn't know mom had such a colorful vocabulary.

   She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts dragging across my chest as
she heaved for air.

   "God so good" she breathed softly.  Lifting up she looked into my eyes.
"No man has ever made me cum that hard or that quick" she murmured.

   "Fuck me Adam" she whispered.  "You own me now baby, take me" She
whispered down at me.

   Now it was my turn, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled the two of
us over on the bed.  Mom smiled as she lay on her back looking up at me.

   "It's time to see what you've learned from all that porn you've been
watching" mom said as she spread her legs wide.

   It wasn't just the porn, I was living my dream; and I was mostly running
on instinct.  I rose up on my arms, my body stretched out above her.  The
only part where we were connected was my hard cock lodged deep in her
belly.

   And hard was not the word.  I couldn't ever remember being this hard
before.  My cock throbbed as I slowly slid back, savoring the feeling of
her tight walls gripping me.  I heard the wet sucking of her pussy as it
tried to cling to me.

   I didn't slam back in, I powered every inch I had deep inside mom.  Long
deep strokes that scraped her walls as the veins of my cock dragged along
her clit.  Mom shuddered with every stroke, her legs coming up to wrap
around my waist.

   I lowered my head, my mouth open, and pulled her rubbery hard nipple
into my hot mouth.  Mom growled and arched her back, feeding me her tits as
I fucked into her.

   "Oh my God, so good; so perfect for me" Mom grunted.  "Come on baby,
fuck me; give me that hot load" she gasped.

   She wanted me to cum, and inside her.  I never missed a stroke as my
hips pumped in and out.  I could feel my balls tightening as her cunt
sucked on my pulsing cock.

   "Yes...yes..." mom grunted.  "Fill your mother's hungry cunt." She
hissed up at me.

   "Mom...could you..." God I couldn't even form words by them; but mom
seemed to understand the question.

   Reaching up she cupped my face in her hands, her eyes burning into mine.
Her hips were arching up, meeting me thrust for thrust.  Her breasts shook
every time I drove down, grinding my groin into her pelvis.

   "Don't stop Adam" mom groaned.  "I'm...safe...fixed..." she panted.

   "You can't get me pregnant baby, so give me every drop." A wicked smile
crossed her face as I pounded down into her.  "I wish I could" she husked.
"It would serve the bastard right to have his own son breed his wife."

   I knew I couldn't get her pregnant, but the sheer thought my mother
wanted me to, was enough to send me rocketing over the edge.  With a roar I
drove my hips down into her as hard as I could, my cock lodging deep inside
her.  I could feel a pressure against the tip of my cock, but I was too far
gone to really register it.

   "God you're deep" mom gasped as my groin ground into hers.

   When the first hot blast spewed from the tip of my cock, I must have hit
her cervix or something, I'm not sure; but it sure got a reaction from mom.

   "Oh my God...you're hitting...oh fuck..." and then mom gave me exactly
what she had promised.  Her eyes rolled back as her body began to tremble.
Her mouth hung open and a piercing scream filled the bedroom.

   "Adaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I heard my name screamed.

   A second blast jetted out and washed her tight walls in my heat.  At the
same time I felt this huge gush of fluids soak my cock and balls as mom
exploded.

   "Love you...love you..." I kept grunting above her.

   "Cumming...together..." Mom moaned.

   By the time my sweat soaked body collapsed down onto her, you could hear
our ragged breathing, and the pungent smell of sex hung in the air.  Mom's
hands gently caressed my back as I lay gasping for breath.

   "My baby's a man...and God what a man." Mom murmured softly.

   Mom's eyes flickered off to the side, but before I could see what she
was looking at, she reached up and cupped my face.  Her lips mashing to
mine in a kiss no mother and son should share.  Her tongue exploring my
mouth as her hands drifted over my body.

   "How long...before..." she asked as her mouth pulled free.

   I just smiled at her and swiveled my hips, my still raging cock stirring
the hot goo floating in her belly.

   "Oh fuck yessssss" mom hissed.  "You sure know how to help a girl's ego
baby" she moaned.  "Now fuck me again, and don't stop for anything."

   We did exactly that.  We went from missionary to spoon and then I threw
her legs on my shoulders as I pounded her cunt for everything I was worth.
The sheets of the bed were half on the floor; our sweaty body's humping
like two primal animals.

   I had settled on my knees behind her, her tits hanging down as I mounted
her on her hands and knees.  She kept moaning about being mounted as I
hammered my hard cock into her.

   I could feel a third orgasm building in my gut as I looked down and
watched the froth that clung to my cock with each stroke.  I was going to
town on her like a machine, oblivious to all else.  Well, not quite
everything.

   "What the FUCK!" I heard from off to the side.

   I turned my head and to my horror there stood my dad in the bedroom
doorway.  I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand and it
glowed eleven forty.

   The witch, I was stunned.  She had timed this whole thing.  It had been
the clock that mom had glanced at earlier, but I didn't register it.  She
had known exactly what time it was; and I had no doubts as she rammed her
ass back at me, impaling herself on my cock.

   "Better fucking believe it" mom grunted.  "Good...hard...fucking." She
gasped between strokes.

   She looked up at dad, a fire burning in her eyes.  She never missed a
thrust as she rocked back and forth.

   "I've cum more times in one night on his cock" mom hissed.  "Then I did
in two YEARS on yours." Her voice dripped venom and yet she kept on
pounding away.

   "He's filled my cunt twice" she slammed back at me.  "And you're going
to do it again; aren't you." She looked over her shoulder at me.

   I couldn't even speak as my eyes darted back and forth between my
parents.  Yet, I also couldn't stop fucking, her tight walls were sucking
me in, and I could feel the boil in my balls.

   "Oh Jesus...oh shit." I moaned as my cock started to throb.

   "Don't move" mom hissed at dad when he started to back out of the door.
"Watch your son fill my cunt" she growled.  "THEN you can go back to that
little tart."

   I wanted to rip my cock free and run from the room, I wanted to scream.
I just knelt there and moaned as my eighteen year old body kept hammering
away.

   Mom did something, I had never felt it before; it was like the walls of
her pussy clamped down on me in waves and started squeezing my cock.  She
was panting and had her head down and I could feel her tightening her
muscles around me.

   My cock started throbbing, and those walls just got tighter and tighter.
A roaring sound filled my ears and I could feel myself starting to shake. I
didn't care if the pope himself had been standing beside me telling me how
wrong our incest was.

   I reached down and gripped mom by the waist, digging my fingers in.  My
hips started pounding as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I
watched the cheeks of her ass shake with each blow.  And I started
screaming like a madman as my nuts exploded in white fire.

   "MOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM" dad winched as I hollered.  "Take my cummmmmmmm" I
wailed.  "Take it...oh fuck...I'm CUMMINNGGGGGGGGGG"

   I thought I was going to black out as the first blast shot into mom like
a rocket taking off for orbit.  I knew it had to splash against her walls,
and there was no way she couldn't feel it.  Sure enough, mom reared her
head up and stared at my dad with huge eyes.

   "I feel it...oh fuck I feel itttttttttt" mom moaned.  She just held on
for the ride as her body was mauled and manhandled.

   "Cumming...oh fucking Godddddd." Mom groaned.

   I heard Dad choke as hot juices sprayed out of mom and soaked the bed
under us.  She was squirting her violent orgasm out as I pounded her cunt
again and again.

   I gave a huge gasp as my strength gave out, collapsing down onto her
back.  My weight brought the two of us down onto the bed.  I heard a wet
slurp as my cock slid free of her drenched pussy; it was followed by one of
the largest wads of white goo I had ever seen seep out of a woman.

   I weakly lifted my head and looked at the empty doorway; sometime during
that Dad had bailed out.  Mom feebly tugged at the comforter, bringing it
halfway up our bodies.

   "This is your bed now" she whispered as she wrapped an arm around my
body.

   I wanted to ask her so many questions, but exhaustion was pulling sleep
over me.  I dimly wondered what I was going to say to dad tomorrow, and
then I drifted off.


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