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My dad was in another city. My trip fell through and came home early but didn't call my mom to let her know because it was too late. (MF, voy, inc) *** As I reached near our house I saw four men and one lady leaving, it was 2:15 am. When I opened the door, the smell of cigarettes, booze and sex hit me in the face! The house was a mess! I poured vodka from a bottle to cool my nerves. As I passed my mom's bedroom I could hardly believe my eyes! Mom was on her bed, spread eagled, thigh highs on, spiked red heels, red bra with the cups cut out, dangly earrings, bright red glossy lipstick looking like she just had the fuck of her life. The cum was oozing out of her pussy. She was out cold too! I admit that I sometime smelled her panties but never felt sexy feelings for her, but tonight was different. I was getting very drunk and she already was drunk. My cock was getting hard looking at her on that bed. It was like being in a porno movie. She looked so nasty, so sexy, so fucking hot! I shook her, she just moaned a little. I touch my mom's tit and she mumbled 'fuck me stud!' I put a pair of hose over my head so she wouldn't recognize me and started to fuck her. She started to move her ass and moan; she was making me very horny! She was saying, 'Fuck me baby, you feel so fucking good in my pussy, give it to me baby, fuck me, fuck me!' Then she opened her eyes and saw that a faceless man was fucking her. She pulled the hose off my face and then she screamed, 'What are you doing here!' She pulled a blanket over her exposed body. I told her I was sorry. When I got home, there were people here, naked and they got me drunk and put a date pill in my drink. Next thing I know, I'm in here fucking her! 'I'm so sorry mom'. She calmed down and said, 'we must never mention this to any one, anyone, okay honey?' I said, 'of course mom.' She asked me how many people were here, even though I knew she knew. Hell, they all fucked her!! I said, 'I think 6 or 7 and one was a woman'. She let the blanket fall a little exposing her tits and asked me to get her a drink, she was still drunk as hell, so was I. I was getting hard again looking at her tits and remembering how my cock felt in her pussy and her telling me to fuck her. I really wanted to fuck my mother again I just couldn't help it! The smell of her pussy, the way she was dressed. She looked so fucking nasty and hot, I had to have her, my mommy! She said, 'don't feel bad honey it was an accident. Okay, You know mom was fooling around, I'm sorry you saw this; I was just so horny honey. Even mothers get horny you know,' we both laughed. I was feeling at ease with my mom now, we were both really drunk. I said sorry to her again and told her, 'When I saw you dressed so sexy and date pill in me, I just couldn't help myself. You looked so fucking hot mom, I just went crazy and started fucking you!!' "You really think I'm sexy honey?" "You better believe it mom; you've got me hard as a rock right now!" She giggled and called me a little devil. She dropped the blanket more so I could see both of her tits now. 'Its hot in here,' she said and she kicked the blanket off her, exposing her beautiful cunt to me. She swallowed more vodka and was looking at my cock! My head was spinning, how could I tell my mom I wanted to fuck her so bad?! She was really drunk now. She kept licking her lips, as she looked me in the eyes, and then down to my dick! She was driving me nuts, one way or another I was going to fuck my mother! I asked my mom which guy she was in bed with. She said if she tells me, would I promise not to get mad? 'I won't, I promise.' "I was with them all honey, yes your mom fucked them all and I'm not ashamed of it, I loved it. I want to fuck them again too!! You can't get upset, after all, you fucked me too, your very own mother!" "Mom, I can't stand it any longer I want to fuck you now, real bad!" "Do you honey, do you really want to fuck your mother?" "Yes, god yes, I want your pussy, I want your tits, your ass, kiss me mom!!" My mother shoved her tongue down my throat; she was so fucking horny she was humping me without penetration. She started sucking my cock, very deeply. I could tell my mother was a pro at sucking dick. She told me to eat her pussy and lick all her juice up and she was very wet. "Now put your cock in me honey, put your dick in your mother and fuck her! Give it to me baby, give it to mommy, fuck mom like those other guys did OOOUUUU yes honey, treat me like a whore baby, mommy wants to be your very own whore! Oh yea, that's it honey, my son knows how to fuck his mother!" She wrapped her legs around me and we both came intensely, it felt wonderful! My mom's legs up in the air, wow, I LOVED IT! We KISSED HEAVILY, TONGUES AND ALL!! WHAT A FUCK! After one great night with her there was no more sex between us for almost one week. Dad came back and life looked normal. I started to believe that what happened was an accident. Then after about a week Dad again went away. Early in the night I passed by my mother's bedroom door and She called to me, "Hon, Sweetheart, come in for a minute please?" I stepped into her room. She was wrapped in her dressing gown, standing near the bureau, her lingerie drawer open. "Hon, I haven't cooked anything for dinner so tonight we're going out for dinner, just you and me. I want you to be happy to be seen with me. I know how it is with most boys your age. They'd rather die than be seen with their mums..." I cut her off. "Mom, there's no way I could ever feel embarrassed around you. Look at you! You're the most beautiful woman in this town. Everybody knows it Mom! I've never felt like I didn't want to be with you. I'm very proud of you Mom, I really am!" I stepped up to her and wrapped her in my arms, squeezing her tightly. I felt her shoulders begin to shudder. I pulled back and looked at her. She was crying. I bent down and kissed her cheek, tasting the salty tears. She shook herself, clearing her head and pulling herself back together. I spent the next hour getting dressed, calling the cab and generally pacing back and forth. Soon I heard the taxi pull up at the front of the house. I opened the door, called up to my mother and then pulled out a light coat from the hall closet for her. I turned around to the sound of her heels on the hallway floor, then stopped dead and stared. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was pulled up into a French roll. She wore a simple strand of pearls to match the curve of her neckline. Her makeup accented her large dark eyes and high cheeks. Her full lips were a bright red and her teeth sparkled as she smiled broadly at me. I helped her on with her coat and we walked arm in arm to the waiting cab. I opened the door and watched her climb in. The silk of her stockings flashed in the light. I caught a whiff of her perfume. I slid in beside her and gave the driver the address. As we pulled out onto the street, she squeezed my hand and wriggled like an excited little girl. "This is going to be lovely, I just know it!" she said. After reaching the restaurant I handed some cash to the cabbie. I stepped out onto the curb and turned to help my mother out of the car. Her coat fell open as she slid out. The neckline of her dress fell forward, offering a generous view of her cleavage. She stretched a foot out. Her leg was long and gracefully curved, shimmering in the lights of the restaurant's marquis. I took her hand and helped her to her feet. Looking up, I noticed that she had won the full attention of the carhop. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at her, ogling her breasts and legs. Even the cabbie was giving her the eye. I felt the old mixed feelings: annoyed at some guy checking her out, yet proud that she could turn heads so easily. During the dinner nothing extraordinary happened. After the dinner we came out of the restaurant. Seeing no cab in sight Mom said, "Let's go for a walk, ok? Your poor mom is feeling a little tipsy." She squeezed my arm and pulled close to me. "A little fresh air will do us some good, yes?" We headed toward home, passing through the business district, window-shopping, generally enjoying each other's company. As we moved to a almost empty street we heard distant rumble of thunder. Rain was coming. It was time to head for home anyway. We looked around for a cab. No cabs were in sight. We kept walking in the direction of home, hoping one might pass by soon. Off in the distance we heard a hissing sound. It grew louder. Within moments, the wind whirled around us, lifting her skirt and offering me a very generous view of her long legs. We laughed together as she tried to control the billowing dress. 'Imagine your father seeing us!' she giggled. The rain soon followed the wind. There was nowhere to hide from it. Within moments, we were soaked. My blazer hung heavily on my shoulders, my hair plastered to my forehead. I looked over at my mother. It was then that I realized we'd forgotten her coat at the restaurant. She was wet through and through. Her hair was still done up but her mascara was running in dark streaks down her face. I glanced down at her dress. It was stuck to her skin. More to the point was what became visible through the soaked fabric. Everything. I could see the colour of her skin. I could see her brassiere. I could see her dark nipples, erect again from the cold rain. I saw her girdle that white sheath wrapped around her hips. I saw the garters holding up her stockings. I could even see the dark bands of her stocking tops. The dress hung limp, dripping, clinging to every curve of her body. "Gosh Hon, look at me!" she cried. "I'm soaked! People can see everything!" She tried to shield herself with her arms. She managed to hide her breasts but her girdle was still in plain view, as were her stockings. Then it dawned on her. "Hon!" she whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties! Oh god, they can see!" I looked down. Sure enough, there was a dark patch between her legs, fully visible. She turned her back to me. Yup. There was her bare bottom, perfectly outlined by the wet fabric. Quickly I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. We stared at each other in silence, unsure of what to do next. She started to laugh. I looked up at her. She was quite the vision: streaks of mascara on her cheeks, hair plastered wet, my soaked blazer hanging heavily around her shoulders. Her bra was still in plain view between the lapels of my jacket; she might as well have not been wearing her dress for all I could see of her legs and stockings. She was beautiful. I started to laugh too. What else could we do? We started walking toward home again, arm in arm. We managed several more blocks and then she stopped. We were standing at the end of a long, dark driveway bordered by a series of trees. She grabbed my tie and pulled me into the darkness of the lane. She took my jacket off and handed it back to me. "Here, put this on. I'm so hot right now, I certainly don't need it." Her voice had that familiar low, husky quality. She began to undo the buttons of her dress. In a moment it was hanging open. I felt I was in a dream. My mother was standing in front of me in the dim light of the streetlights, her breasts pushing out from her open dress. Her girdle pressed her waist and hips into tight smooth curves. Her stockings and heels made her legs into graceful curves a mile long. I looked down to that dark triangle between her thighs. Her vagina formed a swollen mound, split by a deep, moist crease. "Come here, Hon." She turned her back to me and lifted her dress up high over her waist. Gathering it together in one hand, she leaned against a tree and raised her hips to me, spreading her legs. She looked back over her shoulder. "Fuck me," was all she said, then turned her head away and waited. She certainly didn't need to ask me twice. I was so ready for this. I'd been ready for hours. I quickly stepped up behind her, undid my pants and pulled out my rock-hard erection. I pressed my hips against her bare ass. She reached down between her legs and guided my cock up past those swollen lips until I was fully inside her. She moaned loudly as she felt me slide my entire length up into her waiting tunnel. "Oh god, yes," she groaned. "I'll never get over the feel of my son's cock inside me." She took hold of the tree with both hands and braced herself against my thrusts. She spread her feet widely and arched her back to offer herself fully to me. Her loose dress draped across her waist. I gripped her hips, her girdle a tight smooth band wrapped around her. I looked down and watched my cock slide into her again and again. I watched as her legs trembled and shimmered in their silky coverings. She let out a quiet, low "Unh" each time my hips slapped against her, each time I pressed my cock up inside her. We were out in the open, a block away from our home. I was still a little light-headed from the wine. My mother was bent over, hanging onto a tree while I fucked her furiously from behind. Her dress hung open, her breasts swinging in the flimsy bra, in time with the urgent movements of our two bodies. I ran my hands up the glossy silk covering her thighs, up her bare hips to the satin fabric of her girdle, then further up under her dress and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly. I nudged the heavy flesh up and out of the bra, then massaged and squeezed her breasts as they hung down in my hands. Then I came. I pumped load after load of cum into my mother, slamming my cock up into her as deeply as I could go, feeling the throbbing, pulsing orgasm spread across my belly and down my legs. She felt it too. "Oh god, yes. Keep going Hon. come inside Mummy. Fill me up. Yes, oh yes! I love the feel of you coming inside me! Oh god yes, keeping fucking me. Fuck me Sweetheart!" She twisted her hips, milking me of every drop. She kept thrusting her hips back at me, harder and harder. I sensed that she was going to come too. I took hold of her erect nipples and pinched, tugging at her breasts, stretching them taut. She squealed with pleasure and pain, and then released her own raging orgasm. I felt the trembling waves wash over her, heard her gasp with each successive convulsion. She thrust her hips down onto my cock, tightening the burning sheath of her vagina around me. Her legs were shaking. She was whimpering, almost crying as she drove herself back onto my cock again and again. She moaned loudly and then I heard her whisper to herself: "He's inside me. Oh god, he's fucking me, fucking me, he's actually inside me, my baby is fucking me..." We stood there, locked together in that ultimate embrace for what seemed an hour. I kept twisting and thrusting into her. She continued to accept me, tightening her vagina around me, offering her to me. My hands roamed over her body, always coming back to take hold of those full breasts that hung down, swaying gently. Eventually I withdrew from her. She whimpered as she felt me pull out. Sighing heavily, she straightened up and brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. She gathered her dress around her then stepped close to me and planted a firm, luscious kiss on my mouth. Looking up into my eyes, she said, "This has been the best night of my life...." "And mine too." MY DEAREST, SEXY AND NASTY MOM, CUM HERE AND SUCK ME, SWALLOW MY CUM MOM, OOUU MOMMY, YOUR SO NASTY AND DELICIOUS!!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 52