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MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER
by Dakota Dave

Part 2 of 4

Dinner was a nice change from the school food I had been used to for so many
months.

Mom had fixed one of my favorite chicken dishes, and to my surprise, she had
a bottle of nice wine with it. I was surprised because alcohol in our house
had always been reserved for special occasions, like birthdays or New Year's
Eve. Mom said it WAS a special day, because I was home for the summer. And
she said that sometimes a glass of wine now and then helped her relax in the
evening. I got the impression that also had helped her cope with  Dad being
gone.

At least the sexual tension was gone from earlier in the day. My jerkoff in
the shower had taken my edge off and Mom was dressed much more
conservatively, in a pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt. I could see
the faint outline of the lace of her bra through the T-shirt, but I tried
not to focus on it.
To my surprise, I started to fade right after dinner. I guess it was the
combination of the long day of travel, the pool and the sun, too much
dinner, and the bottle of wine that Mom and I had polished off. Mom was
pretty relaxed too, but said she wasn't sleepy. I asked her if she was OK
since she was pretty quiet. She said that she wasn't used to drinking quite
that much wine, usually she just had a single wine cooler while she watched
TV or read.

"As a matter of fact, since you're turning in so early, I'll probably just
go on in to the den and watch some TV until bedtime" she said.

"OK, see you in the morning," I replied. I rose to give her a goodnight hug
and a peck on the cheek, and once again marveled at how good her body felt
when I wrapped my arms around her. Fortunately my cock behaved itself. I
crawled into bed, and was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awoke with a real need to go to the john, and groaned as I looked at the
clock and saw I had only been asleep a couple of hours. After I hit the
head, I decided to wander down to the kitchen and raid the fridge (there
were some definite advantages to staying at home!) As I passed by the den, I
saw the blue glow of the TV, and figured Mom was still up. I grabbed a Pepsi
and opened a can of Pringles in the kitchen and decided to go in and join
her for a while since I was up. I started to say something to her as I
walked in the den, but the words died in my throat. To say I was shocked was
the understatement of my life.

Mom was watching TV, alright, but it wasn't a network, or even cable. Up on
the 35" screen was a picture of some guy sucking on a woman's hard nipples
while he had his finger in her pussy. The woman was moaning and holding his
head to her boobs with one hand while she stroked his enormous erection with
the other.

My mother was watching a porno video.

She wasn't JUST watching either.

One hand was clutching her right breast, and the other was buried between
her spread thighs. She had an emerald green robe hanging loosely from her
shoulders, but under it, she was completely nude. She had slumped down in
one of the large overstuffed chairs directly in front of the TV, with her
head pressed against the back and her feet braced against the coffee table.
I noticed the slim anklet glittering in the low light from the TV. Two empty
wine coolers were on a table beside the chair.

The way our den is arranged, the TV sits at an angle in a corner away from
the door with the chairs in front, so I was looking at the scene from an
angle to the left and slightly behind Mom. The only light in the room came
from the TV, so it was pretty dark. I couldn't believe my eyes! I moved
slowly around to the left until I was standing directly to the side, about
ten feet away. I was afraid to move or even breathe, for fear of giving my
presence away. Not that she would have noticed me there anyway...

She was totally engrossed in the video which had progressed to the guy down
on his knees, eating the woman out while she mauled her own huge tits. When
the actress brought her tit up to her lips and licked her own nipple, Mom
groaned and rolled her head back. Then she grabbed her left tit in her hand
and squeezed it upward, while stretching her tongue out. She could reach the
nipple with surprising ease and lapped at it while her hand worked faster
than before between her legs. When she released her tit, the nipple was as
hard as a peg on a coat rack, standing up over half an inch off her breast.
The wet half-dollar sized areola was a nut brown in color and puckered up
with little goosebumps. The rest of the breast was creamy white, in stark
contrast to the dark tan she had. Her nipple looked like the bulls-eye of a
target. She brought her right hand up from between her legs, her fingertips
shiny with her juices. She sniffed at it, smiled, and then smeared the
sticky goo all over her right nipple. She twisted and tugged at the nipple
until it was so swollen that it looked ready to burst. Then she cupped her
tit in both hands and squeezed it upwards, locked her lips around the
nipple, and sucked. HARD.

When she was finished, she gasped and released the rounded flesh. The tip
looked red and swollen and I could see little teeth marks around the nipple.

I was dying. My heart was beating so hard and fast, I thought my head would
explode. I could also feel the same pulse in my dick, which was harder than
it had ever been in my life - swollen by the sight of my gorgeous mother
masturbating. I put the Pepsi down on a nearby table and reached down and
grabbed my cock through the thin cotton of my boxers. The front of my shorts
was soaked with pre-cum. I was hoping like hell that I wouldn't be caught
spying.

The scene on the TV had changed again. The guy was fucking the woman in the
good old missionary position. My attention was mostly on the chair in front
of me - this was better than any video I had EVER seen. But Mom was
entranced as she watched the action. She slid down a little farther in the
chair, almost lying on her back. She reached down with her left hand and
rubbed the top of her slit, right over her clit. Her pubic hair wasn't
shaved, but it WAS trimmed into a narrow strip on either side and just above
her cunt, stopping just below the edge of the little white tan line left by
that outrageous bikini. The hair was jet black and mostly straight, to my
surprise. A very tasty looking, manicured little pussy. She moaned and shut
her eyes for just a second and then opened them as she watched the scene
unfold.  She continued rubbing her clit, while she sucked on the fingers of
her right hand.

Whimpering, she spread her pussy lips apart and slowly inserted the middle
finger of her right hand all the way up to the palm. Panting now, she
started finger-fucking herself in time with the stud in the video. I could
hear a wet squishing sound and she was bucking her hips up to meet her
finger. Her thumb strummed her clit while her left hand went back to her
tits, squeezing and pulling at the pliable flesh. She grabbed a nipple
between her finger and thumb and pulled it out away from the white flesh of
her boob, stretching the nipple until it looked almost painful. She twisted
it with a groan, biting her bottom lip between her clenched teeth, and
suddenly released the nipple, letting it snap back against the swaying
globe. The nipple looked to be almost three-quarters of an inch long.

The actors on the video were going through the routine positions now:
cowgirl, doggy, scissor, spoon, and Mom watched through slitted eyes. Her
moans were a little louder now and she pushed her ring finger into her
snatch as well. I could see the bright pink flesh grip her fingers tightly.
I could hear the soft "splat" of her palm against her clit as her hips
pumped more urgently. I could also smell the musky scent of her juices. The
insides of her trembling thighs were glistening in the low light from the
TV, and I could see a small stain on the silk of the robe under her ass. Her
taut body was shiny with sweat with a little trickle running down the valley
between her breasts. Her moans changed to a series of little hissing pants,
and then she shuddered through her orgasm.

I couldn't help it. My dick was so hard it hurt. I pulled it through the fly
of my shorts and gripped it lightly; I was so turned on that I was afraid I
would come at any second. I pumped it once, and used my thumb to smear the
leaking juice all over the head of my dick. Then I started a slow rhythm,
not nearly as fast as Mom's, but all I could take without losing it.

She suddenly pulled her hand from between her legs and sat up..... I shrank
back against the wall and froze. OH, SHIT. She'd seen me! Wait. No, she was
still staring intently at the screen, her chest shuddering with each short
breath. Mom raised her hand to her lips and licked her fingers, then jammed
the two fingers that had just come from her pussy into her mouth. 

"MMMMMMMMM...." she moaned. 

I almost came at the sight of my mother licking her sticky fingers clean.
Then she leaned over and fumbled for one of the empty wine cooler bottles.
What the hell ? When she began licking it, I knew. 
Sure enough, in a minute, she lay back down and began to run the empty
bottle up and down her distended pussy lips. Again she opened herself up
with one hand and slowly rotated the bottle with the other, until the
opening was just inside. Pausing, she watched the screen, where the action
was still going on at a furious pace. Then she started a slow pumping
motion, rotating the bottle slightly with each thrust, taking a little more
each time, until about three inches of the hard glass was inside her cunt.
She paused again. and then arched her back and gave a muffled shriek as she
jammed several inches of the bottle up inside of her until the label was
half covered. She started thrusting harder and harder, one hand fucking the
bottle deeper and deeper, while the other flicked across her clit. Her pussy
was warped out of shape by the glass dildo, the lips folded in on themselves
as she pumped. As her arms reached down to her crotch, her big hard-nippled
tits were squeezed together, creating a deep line of cleavage.

It was all I could do not to groan myself as I pumped my swollen prick
faster, matching her tempo. My knees were trembling as I watched that damn
bottle slowly disappear from sight inside her swollen red cunt. Her finger
tips alone held the bottom of the container as she shuddered with what
appeared to be a small orgasm. A small orgasm that grew, and grew, and GREW
until her back arched and she twisted her head to the side, TOWARD ME. Her
eyes were clenched shut, but if she opened them at all, she would see her
son jacking his fat leaking rod while he watched his own mother come.

Her face was covered with sweat and her lips were twisted into a snarl that
was unlike anything I had ever seen. She buried her face in the cushion and
screamed, her cries almost completely muffled.

Her body bridged up, supported only by her heels on the coffee table and her
shoulders on the chair. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed both so hard
that I could see the supple flesh ooze up between her fingers. Her stomach
knotted up, and to my amazement, the wine cooler bottle was slowly pushed
out of her soaking wet slot. It looked like she was giving birth to the
damned thing, just as she had to me.

I lost it then. As I felt my dick start to explode, I frantically looked
around for something to catch my cum. I couldn't just jizz all over the
carpet. The chips. The forgotten opened can was in my left hand. I barely
got the head of my dick to the opening before I exploded with a huge blast,
soaking the top layers of chips with my cream.

Up on the screen, it looked like the big finish was near there, too. The guy
was straddling the woman, and had his dick slotted between her big jugs. He
was tit-fucking her, getting ready for the obligatory cum-shot. Mom reached
down and pulled the last few inches of the bottle from her soaking pussy,
gasping as the end pulled free with a soft sucking sound. She slid the slick
bottle between her tits, and pumped back and forth while she tweaked her
nipples, imitating the action on the screen. Her black hair stuck to the
side of her sweat slicked face as she pinched her nipples and rubbed the
bottle over her boobs, adding trails of cunt slime to the sweat already there.

When the big cum shot came on the video, with the guy blasting all over the
girl's smiling face, Mom moved the bottle to her lips and turned it up. To
my amazement, a small stream of clear liquid slowly trickled onto her
tongue. Mom was drinking the pussy juice that had collected in the bottle
while she was fucking herself with it! She moaned and lapped at the tip of
the bottle like it was a dick, and then she rubbed the bottle over her
cheeks and nose, even over her forehead, covering her features with her own
musky scent. She had a most satisfied expression on her face.
 
As the credits began to roll on the screen, I snuck back out into the hall
on wobbly legs and returned to my room where I collapsed on my bed, thinking
of the awesome scene I had just witnessed. My mom was the most erotic,
sexual creature I had ever seen - much hotter than the girls I had slept
with in college last year. As I thought about her, my dick began to get hard
again, and, without any shame this time, I began to jack off to thoughts of
my mother, for the third time that day...

______ End of part 2 of 4 _____



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