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Mom's School Reunion Journey
by Zeb (no address provided)

***

A teenage son with a new father and baby brother drives 
his mother home from a school reunion in a snow storm 
and gets stranded at a cheap, roadside motel by the 
snow. His mother's milk engorged breasts need 
draining... and this just keeps getting better. (F/m-
teen, inc, slut-mom)

***

Coming back from my Mother's school reunion was proving 
to be a bigger nightmare than the reunion itself.

There had been no shortage of snow on the roads seven 
hours before, but now it seemed that the world was 
merely a white cloud of swirling flakes, with only the 
furrows left by the previous vehicle and the mounded 
snow over the guide rails showing the path of the road 
beneath its burden of winter deposits.

Cursing under my breath with all the limited foul 
language I could lay my fifteen year old tongue to and 
with my nose as close to the windscreen as I could get, 
we were down to twenty miles an hour with the heaters on 
full boar. The roaring fans almost drowning out the 
frantic beating of the windscreen wipers that tried 
valiantly and vainly to keep the glass clear and supply 
me with some modicum of visibility in this white 
maelstrom.

Again I silently cursed the perversity of Danae, my 
Mother, blissfully asleep beside me.

She had insisted on attending this reunion and with 
myself and her new husband at her side.

I had been born before her fifteenth birthday, the 
result of a liaison between her and at the time, some 
unknown male from among the supporters of a visiting, 
interstate football team that had carried the day on the 
field and then had thrown a massive bash that night at 
the club amenities that my Mother had snuck out to after 
supposedly going to bed early.

DNA testing and a surprising hit on the system due to a 
DUI charge almost ten years later, had finally answered 
the question of my parentage.

My astonished father (who had never married) at the 
revelation of both his sudden elevation to fatherhood 
and of the age that my mother had been at the time of my 
conception, had been surprisingly pleased, stunned of 
course, but still, unaccountably pleased.

The surprised but not unhappy part he had explained to 
me much later, when I finally found the courage to ask.

It turned out there was no one he cared about enough to 
be embarrassed by his lack of discretion or sudden 
elevation to the responsibility of parenthood, as his 
sole remaining parent (who had borne him very late in 
life) had moved back to England and into a nursing home.

And as his siblings were not in any standing in the 
disparate communities where they resided at in his 
native UK to be concerned with such facts, it remained, 
to his thinking, irrelevant.

Added to this, he was wealthy, due to the inheritance of 
his own late fathers business, which had struggled until 
he had taken over the reins upon graduating from college 
and shown both a high level of marketing skill as well 
as no little financial savvy in its management from then 
on, turning the small business from a single entity into 
a flourishing if not thriving franchise operation in a 
very short interval of time.

It was a pity his father had not lived to see his son's 
successes, however, this was not to be.

The upshot was, his circumstances had given him the 
ability to set my mother and I up in reasonable style 
then, as well as him showing no qualms at admitting us 
unto the rather better than average circles he was wont 
to move in, he both acknowledged and supported us in 
every endeavour we pursued. 

He was just as delighted when, three years later, my 
Mother met, then married one of his fishing buddies and 
close business colleagues, Cable Downer of Griffin, 
Buckner and Downer (Cable's Father being a founder of 
that small but highly successful law firm).

This is, as you may understand, the same reason I now 
have a four month old baby brother.

Whether I was pleased or dismayed by this event, I had 
yet to decide, it seemed too surreal at the time  and 
still does now to decide either way.

And that, in a nutshell, was the reason for this 
outlandish little wander down memory lane and into the 
area of my Mothers birth and subsequent education.

My Mother had never of course, previously attended any 
of these pseudo who's married to who and who's achieved 
what parades of pride before, inevitable post graduation 
competitions that they are.

She could never have any standing and knew it, despite 
the fact that she had managed to graduate in the upper 
scoring levels of her class, primarily due to pragmatic 
and forgiving parents and an extension of the very pig 
headed stubborn 'I'll do as I damn well please' attitude 
that had taken her out on the night of my conception 
against parental constraint, my Mother had been treated, 
not unsurprisingly as somewhat of a pariah.

It had been inevitable, in the past, post school days in 
her hometown, that she had been forced to confront any 
number of her former class colleagues, accompanied by 
their respective husbands or boyfriends, all who had 
attended either the same or a nearby local education 
facility and been forced to endure the inevitable 
sickeningly sweet, heavily veiled vindictiveness of the 
respectable (in the public eye anyway) girls that could 
never stand being outshone in any way by another female, 
especially one as attractive, popular and (despite her 
lapse in judgement that resulted in my being produced) 
intelligent as my Mother.

Perhaps I should take some time at this point to give 
you a brief description of my Mother. 

At five foot three, she could only be described as 
'petite' with  that pixie like perfection of heart 
shaped face, pale, almost translucent complexion, 
coupled with long, straight, midnight dark hair and 
slightly almond shaped eyes.

The eyes, hair and probably the small stature as well, 
are a legacy of her Laplander heritage from the frozen 
north of Norway.

Her great grandparents having emigrated from that chilly 
climate prior to the second word war to this somewhat 
bucolic locality in central Virginia.

I've seen pictures of her in her early twenties and with 
the exception of her breasts now swollen and seemingly 
huge in her small frame from her milk (she breastfed me 
till nine months and the same goes for my little 
brother) she looks pretty much the same and I do mean 
pretty.  

As for this little victory walk of hers well, I can't 
say I blame her, after enduring the honeyed taunts of 
her so called 'school friends' for so many years.

It must have been a temptation just too great to resist, 
being able to turn up with her new husband on her arm in 
a top of the range Mercedes, dripping jewels and wearing 
a, 'one of' Christian D'Or creation.

To top off her triumph, the sands of time had not so 
much passed as shifted for her old school pals and their 
spouses, leaving them somewhat the worse for wear and 
children.

Where She could boast a blemishless complexion and BMOC 
looking executive husband, the expanse of hip and sag of 
butt line gave mute testimony that the brittle smiles 
and tired eyes could not evade the evidence of tension 
and time.

While her ester while tormentors stood with slack jaws 
and eyes filled with burning jealousy, Mom strolled 
through the throng with every lascivious male eye on 
either her tight skirt or her impressively displayed, 
milk enhanced cleavage.

The evening had been an all out victory the moment she 
had found through conversation that the most vicious of 
her tormentors from the past was going through a 
marriage breakup and that she had found out all too late 
that her husband had gambled away any value left in 
their mortgage, there was nothing left to divide after 
the banks were done.

Cable (I called him Dad unless I was introducing him, by 
my own choice) had been dropped off at the airport after 
the gig to continue south, but I was testing my newly 
acquired driving skills with my slightly tipsy, but 
mainly just tired, Mother as co-pilot.

A slight loss of traction that I immediately corrected 
tipped Mom sideways in her belt and she woke up and took 
a slightly fuzzy account of our surroundings.

Blinking the sleep from her eyes she glanced first at 
our speed and then at the snow, she looked at me and 
said 'We need to find a hotel and stop for the night 
Patrick, this snow is way too heavy, you should have 
woken me before now.'

Not even bothering to take my eyes off the road I said, 
'I was going to wake you as soon as I saw a vacancy sign 
Mom, the last six we've passed were all full, probably 
for the same reason as why we can't keep going.'

Risking a glance I saw her nod in agreement before 
groaning and pressing her hands against her milk 
engorged breasts that I could now see were blue veined 
and bulging over the top of her already full to 
overflowing bra.

'Damn,' she swore, 'I shouldn't have left Jason with 
Martjie (my little brothers nanny) I feel like I'm going 
to explode, we need to find a hotel and a hot shower... 
really, really soon.'

I nodded my agreement, aware of her discomfort.

Mom had never been able to relieve the pressure of her 
milk buildup by any means but Jason or a hot shower.

The breast pump, manual stimulation or anything else 
just added to her pain and discomfort, with no 
significant outpouring of her milky bounty to relieve 
the painful pressure.

Another NO VACANCY sign came up ahead and Mom groaned 
again before collapsing back in her seat but I could see 
two more neon signs on opposite sides of the road up 
ahead and YES, one didn't have the NO lit up.

Breathing a prayer of relief, I turned the car into the 
drive and said 'Almost there Mom, hold on' a drawn out 
groan was my only reply.

We pulled up under the covered entrance and I hustled 
around with her handbag to help Mom out of the car.

Breathing another silent thanks for valet parking I 
handed the keys over and rushed inside where papers and 
a key had already been handed over to Mom and I followed 
her to the elevator dragging only our two small toiletry 
cases with me, the porter would bring up the rest.

Leaning back against the elevator walls with her hands 
pressed once again to her turgid and inflated breasts 
and with her eyes closed in silent agony, Mom told me 
they had only a single room left with a double and a 
single bed.

I made some noise of acknowledgment, not caring about 
the arrangements, just desperate to get her in the room 
and into a hot shower to relieve the obvious pain she 
was in.

The room was small, cheap and smelled damp, but was 
mercifully close to the elevator.

Mom was in the Ensuite before I even had the hall door 
closed and I heard the sound of running water.

Gratefully, I started to unpack our toiletries and night 
gear just as the door knocked and I let in the porter 
with our bags.

As I was tipping him, I heard the shower turn off and 
couldn't help being surprised at how fast she'd been.

I had expected at least half an hour or more before I 
could use the shower myself considering how long it 
would take to drain both breasts, even under the warmest 
of water showers.

The door opened and Mom was standing there, gripping the 
front of her hotel robe, obviously naked under the robe, 
but not even damp from the shower, the look on her face 
anguished

'Mom?' I asked, 'Mom, what's wrong?' worried now.

She just shook her head and clutched the robe tighter 
before replying.

'It's no good, there must be too many people using the 
hot water and it's barely more than a trickle. I can't 
get enough flow onto my chest to bring the milk on and 
if I even try to touch them it's more than I can bear.'

She groaned again, a deep tearing sound of pain and 
leaned forward at the waist, the robe hanging open to 
display her heavily engorged breasts, so huge against 
the tiny frame of her body with the nipples dark and 
protruding, the size of the tip joint of my little 
finger now.

The sight of her naked breasts, so rigid and erect under 
their excess burden of milk stirred something deep 
inside me, something I had felt before when the 
occasional flash of flesh had inevitably been seen in 
the confines of our home, but never like this, never so 
urgent, so primal.

Shaking off the sight of her exposed breasts and the hot 
flush of arousal that had accompanied it, I managed to 
meet my mother's painful gaze as she lifted her head.

My voice was low, trying to mask the husky tone of 
arousal I instinctively knew was in it still, 'W-what 
can I do? How can I help?' I asked, even while I knew it 
was a futile question.

Painfully, my Mother drew herself up and held my gaze in 
hers, I could see her considering her reply.

Keeping eye contact even as she made her painful way to 
the larger of the beds and sat down, she answered me.

'You are going to have to help me Patrick, there's no 
other way.'

'How?' I asked, 'there probably won't be any better hot 
water for hours and it's not like there is a baby to..." 
My voice died away as I realised the implications of 
what she was about to suggest. My widened eyes must have 
given away my sudden understanding and she broke in, all 
business now, but two spots of high colour burned on her 
flawless cheeks and she no longer looked me in the eye.

'This is no time to be a prude Pee Dee, (her pet name 
for me) and it's not like you haven't done it before.' 
She looked up at my now scarlet face, 'and not the first 
time since, I'm sure, that you've wanted to... am I 
right?'

My face was flaming now, realising my illicit peeks down 
her blouse or nighty whoever opportunity presented had 
not gone as unnoticed as I had thought, but I was so 
lost in sudden longing that I couldn't even begin to 
form the lame words of denial that were already dying in 
my lying throat.

Her next words were warm as she shuffled back on the 
bed, sat down and opened her robe to expose a breast so 
turgid with milk it stood out solidly from her chest 
with no sign of any sagging despite her twenty nine 
years and two children.

'Come here honey,' she said softly, 'mommy really needs 
you right now,' and I walked on wooden legs to sit 
beside my Mother, unable to take my eyes from a nipple 
now so large it would be like suckling a small cock.

'Lie down on your side facing me, with your head in my 
lap baby,' she softly breathed and I did, unable to 
speak as my wildest fantasy came true and for the first 
time in over fourteen years, my mother's nipple slipped 
into my eager mouth and I automatically began to suckle.

A hiss from above me made me realise I was probably 
being just a little too enthusiastic at my task, but no 
sooner had I opened my mouth and looked up than she 
pushed my mouth back in place saying, 'No baby, it's OK, 
just the sudden relief took my breath away for a moment. 
Now put your tongue under the nipple and your lip over 
the top, no teeth now, then suck and pull very lightly, 
just till the flow starts in ernest, then you'll just 
need to keep up. You'll also need to gently kneed the 
breast as well to keep the tissue malleable so it will 
release all the milk, just like you've seen your baby 
brother do with his little fingers.'

I was in heaven, even before she had finished speaking, 
the warm, sweet milk flow had increased to the stage 
where I wondered how my four month old baby brother 
could possibly keep up with it.

But now another problem, for want of a better word, 
reared it's somewhat importune head, straight up the 
front and under the elastic of the boxers that the only 
thing I was wearing except a T-shirt.

I moved my leg up to try and hide the intruder from 
notice and kept it there for the next fifteen to twenty 
minutes. 

Whether it worked or not I have no idea, because at that 
time, mom whispered, 'OK baby, that's enough on that 
side, there's more to come, but it can wait until some 
is gone from the other side, I'm about to blow up 
otherwise,' and in moments, again I was in heaven.

This time, my head was just on one of mom's thighs and I 
had to arch my back to hold the right position... and I 
forgot about the intruder.

Milk flow was starting to wane a little on this 
alternate side and my whole concentration was on 
massaging the tender breast with both my hands, that my 
still excited mouth was wrapped around and suckling on 
when I heard a murmured, ' Oh my' from above me and I 
had no time to realise the reason for the remark before 
I felt a small hand slip over the head of my rigid cock 
head, under the waistband of my boxers and down my 
heated shaft. 

For a moment only, in sheer shock, I stopped suckling.

'No, please don't stop yet baby,' mom moaned, 'Empty 
them both as much as you can or I'll be awake and in 
pain again in five hours and so will you, don't mind 
what else I'm doing, suckling on my boobies makes me 
horny too and I'm just enjoying the moment.'

What could I do, I went back to work and so did mom's 
hand, stroking the length of my teenage manhood or 
alternatively cupping my sack when she seemed to 
instinctively know her ministrations were about to cause 
an eruption that she wanted to avoid for some reason.

Again and again my mother's stroking and feather light 
caresses brought me to the brink of orgasm before 
stopping just prior to the almost inevitable conclusion, 
much to my frustration.

Both boobs were almost empty (finally) when mom, who had 
been moaning for the last half hour of my suckling as 
she stroked me, fell to her side and guided my swollen 
and dripping cock into her warm wet mouth.

I had let go of the extended nipple in a silent gasp of 
pure pleasure at this final assault on my virginity 
began.

Mom had rolled around to get at my man meat better, this 
action pulled the rest of her robe open and put her 
fragrant and moist pussy squarely in front of my staring 
gaze and quivering nostrils.

I noted somewhat offhandedly that she was as hairless as 
a newborn babe, either shaved or waxed I considered 
abstractedly as she really started to go to town on my 
shaft, it had only been a minute or two since she went 
down on me, but I had no chance of lasting more than a 
minute or two anyway after the expert ministrations of 
her hands.

I could hear a voice, I knew it was mine, I just 
couldn't believe what I was saying.

'Suck me, Oh FUCK! suck me mom! I'm gunna cum, I'm gunna 
blow mom, I can't stop it, it's coming. Oh please, Oh 
please! Oh please! Oh pleeeeeeeaaase!' the last word 
drawn out in sync with my orgasm as I came and came and 
came some more listening to the gulping sounds of my 
bucketing cum being wetly sucked and swallowed as fast 
as I could push it out of my spasming rod.    

I don't think I passed out, if I did it was only for a 
moment.

Perhaps my senses simply swam and wandered briefly, 
unable to focus in any coherent way, but as I slowly 
came down off my high I became aware of an overpowering 
sensitivity in my shaft being stimulated to heights so 
intense they were almost painful.

My Mother still had my shaft in her hand and her mouth 
was slowly working the rubbery glans in a languid, but 
still over the top way for my now insanely sensitive 
member.

'Mom,' I croaked, then cleared my throat before 
repeating the word, 'Mom! I think you've got it all and 
then some. Please stop before I start screaming, that is 
so intense and I only just came.'

Her mouth released my cock head, but she continued to 
stroke my shaft, which had lost none of its rigidity 
despite my intense orgasm and the massive load of cum I 
had shot down her eager throat.

Smiling now as she continued to fondle me, she said, 'Oh 
no you don't baby boy, you've sucked two tittles dry of 
milk for almost an hour while I jacked you off, then had 
your cock sucked for what I assume is the first time and 
I've swallowed more cum just now than I ever did from 
any two guys at the same time before, besides which, 
I've been getting hornier by the minute since I first 
put my nipple in your mouth. My pussy is dripping wet 
and my clit is standing to attention like a guard a 
Buckingham Palace on overtime with the Queen in 
residence, so now baby boy, it's my turn.'

Releasing my still erect cock she spun around to face me 
and reached over to pull me on top of her, groaning with 
passion as my still stiff as a board manhood stroked the 
length of her arousal slick pussy as I positioned myself 
between her legs.

Her ankles climbed above my hips and pulled me to her, 
the rubbery head of my cock, still slick with my cum and 
her spit easily finding and parting the dripping wet 
slit of my Mothers pussy.

I felt resistance then and drew back slightly to try for 
a better angle but she was having none of it, pulling me 
in with ankles over my hips and hands on my shoulders, a 
little tilt and I was inside her, the clinging walls of 
her pussy welcoming my swelling member with a twitch of 
desire.

I pushed some more and was rewarded with a gasp of 
pleasure as almost half my length sank into prime, 
tight, willing pussy.

Damn she was tight, I drew back a little and inexpertly 
drove in again, my efforts being rewarded  with a 
garbled cry of lustful pleasure, 'You are so tight' were 
all the words I could think to say.

As I drew back again for the final assault on her 
cervix, Mom opened her eyes and said, 'I'm not that 
small honey, that is some weapon you have there and I am 
gunna take it to the hilt and enjoy every inch to the 
max. Now shove it all the way in me and fuck my brains 
out till I beg you to stop, damn you.'

How do you disobey an order like that?

Having drawn back a little, I let her have it, right to 
the hilt, just as she had asked and the air left her 
lungs in one explosive gasp of lust as I hit bottom.

I tried to start out slow, like I had heard and read was 
the way to go, but that was just not on her menu.

She wanted it hard and she wanted it deep and she 
definitely wanted it right now!

Urged on by her, I drove into her, pistoned into her, 
hammered and battered and bashed her poor abused pussy 
like there was no tomorrow.

My balls were slapping so hard against her petite ass 
cheeks it should have hurt both me and her, we didn't 
even notice it.

The slurping, sucking sound of my rigid flesh being 
withdrawn from her sopping wet pussy before being rammed 
home again was enough to drive my level of arousal to 
the moon.

I looked down to our bodies joining and was rewarded 
with the beautifully arousing sight of my cock, 
glistening and slick with the juices of my Mother's 
pussy, plunging in and out and in again of her flared, 
choral pink cunt, so tiny, yet stretched to envelope, 
accommodate, even consume my raging manhood as she rose 
to meet my thrusting cock.

Add that to the bucking and grinding as she strove 
mightily to cram just one more little bit of cock 
further up her spasming tunnel and then throw in in the 
gasping, pleading and begging for more, harder and 
faster fucking to get her over the line and I just knew 
I wasn't going to make the distance if she didn't get 
there soon.

I had just managed to fuck her tiny frame, all the way 
up from the bottom of the double bed to the level of the 
pillows when she went rigid under me, her eyes staring 
vacantly at a point somewhere a million miles past my 
left shoulder and she was now almost screaming at me, 
'Oh FUCK, OH FUCK, oh please FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCk ME 
HARDER PADDY! I'm cumming, I'm cumming Oh shit! Don't 
stop, Oh don't stop, pleeeeaaase, don't stop! keep 
fucking meeeeeeeee! Oh you darling boy, cum in me, cum 
in me, cum in me nooooowwww! Oh FUCK, Oh FUCK, Oh don't 
you dare stop!  I want your cock, I want your cum, I 
want you to fuck me and fuck me until I can't breathe!' 

And that was it for me, I let go the restraints I had 
been desperately holding onto and rammed my cock up that 
tender pussy three last times before letting out an 
animal howl that had no coherency to it, just a raw, 
desperate cry of lust as I came, shuddering and spasming 
in time with the pulsing twitching pussy that encased my 
jumping, jisming cock.

How long that lasted, I have no memory of.

My next rational thought came after we had rolled apart, 
both of us panting with exertion and adrenalin high 
emotions, that raggedly and randomly sent jolts of shock 
waves through our bodies, still jangling from the 
intense orgasmic high.    

Slowly, breathing returned to some semblance of 
normality, but we still just lay there, revelling in our 
respective post coital bliss.

Mom's hand stretched languidly out for mine and she 
pulled me closer, right up to and against her now naked 
body, the robe having been discarded long before and was 
now lying forlornly on the floor.  

I had retained only my T shirt, which she proceeded to 
reach up and under and around my back as she drew my 
mouth to hers in a slow, sensuous, French-kiss that 
lingered even more erotically than the wild sex we had 
just enjoyed.

Breaking the kiss and leaning back from me, she studied 
my goofily smiling face with a sly little smile of her 
own playing over her exquisite features, now relaxed 
after the twin problems of over inflated breasts and 
hyper sexual demands had, had the edge taken off of.   

'Don't think I'm done with you yet my lad, because I'm 
not.' she stated calmly.

The look of shock on my face must have been comical 
because her immediate reaction to my expression was to 
say, 'Don't give me that look sunshine. You're not my 
first rodeo, I know any teenage boy with red blood in 
his veins can manage at least three in a row, you just 
don't know your own stamina levels... yet.'

I pulled back and sat up, frowning a little as I 
recalled something she had said in the midst of our 
passion and there was a question forming in my mind and 
mouth.

'Mom, you said you'd sucked more cum out of me than any 
two cocks at the same time previously. What was that 
supposed to mean?'

She just looked at me. A sudden look of guilt on her 
face as she gnawed on her lower lip, I knew she was 
considering both my question and her answer. 'You 
remembered that? In the middle of what we were doing? 
Damn! I barely even remember saying it!'

She gave me a long look then, seeming to appraise me for 
some purpose of her own. Squaring her shoulders, she 
looked me straight in the eyes, then leaned forward to 
about six inches away and began to talk.

'I suppose if you're old enough to ask the questions, 
you're old enough to hear the answers. Besides, recent 
err, activities shall we say, have proved you are 
definitely old enough.' 

She gave me a little sideways look before she began, 
wondering probably at my possible reaction to what I was 
about to be told.

'I lost my virginity at twelve, or really I should say I 
threw it away at twelve. 

Oh don't look at me like that! I wanted it gone, I 
wanted every boy at school and in the neighbourhood to 
know it was gone and I wanted every boy to know I was up 
for it and available besides. 

'If you think I was some goody-two-shoes and you were 
the result of a one-time indiscretion, I'm afraid you're 
in for a rude shock.'

Shock must have been exactly what was on my face, but 
she just bored right on in, demolishing my prudish 
preconceptions about my Mother's early years.

'I've been the subject of so many gang-bangs I can't 
give you a number, I lost count before I was fourteen.'

'As to swallowing cum, I sucked off the whole boys 
hockey team, in their showers, after they won the 
regional cup not just because I'd promised them I'd do 
it if they won and not just because that would have made 
it eight years in a row for our school, one more that 
our sister school could brag of. 

I did it because I really wanted to.'

'I've licked more pussy and taken them all the way 
there, than most men will ever see, let along lay tongue 
to and yes, I love doing other girls too, pussy is just 
yum.

 'I've been fucked in the ass while being fucked in my 
pussy as I was sucking off my boyfriend of the day, all 
at the same time and loved every minute of it.' 

'Just to clarify, I not only did all this, I was not 
just willing to do it, I was the instigator most of the 
time and yes, I really, really like taking it in the 
ass. 

The only thing to best that is taking it in the ass from 
a husband, while he watches me lick his wife's pussy to 
more orgasms than she would normally see in a month and 
that I've done in more than a few threesomes I've been 
part of.

I love sex, I live for sex, in any form I can get mine, 
or anyone else's rocks off and I've gone out to clubs 
with the express desire to see just how many strangers I 
can fuck before my pussy is too sore to do it again and 
I can honestly say I've never managed to achieve that 
goal.

'The closest I ever came was the night I blew so many 
guys at the power boat club I was feeling too full to 
swallow any more cum and had to refuse a latecomer my 
mouth, but I still took him in my pussy and in the ass 
to make up for it.'

She finished this confession and then looked down at my 
groin.

There was no use denying that her frank and complete 
confession had only served to turn me on again.

It seems her assessment of a teenage male's sexual 
stamina was right on the money given the physical 
evidence I displayed.

She just giggled and said that it seemed I liked her 
story before laying back and spreading her legs  before 
splaying her pussy lips with one hand, while she scooped 
my cum out with her other fingers and spread the sticky 
white goo around the puckered rosebud of her ass.

Smiling into my again lustful eyes, she purred, 'Now 
come here baby boy, I have one more delight for you to 
try and trust me, if you thought I was vocal before, I'm 
telling you, you haven't heard anything yet,' and she 
reached for the front of my T shirt and pulled me and my 
stiffening erection towards her.

Again I mounted my Mother, but this time she kept one 
hand on me.

First slipping my rubbery glans into the entrance of her 
cum sloppy pussy and swirling it around until it was 
well coated with my own natural lubricant, before easing 
me lower and lifting her knees higher as she guided my 
now fleshy bar of iron between her delicate cheeks and 
into her darkest depths.

I felt the pucker of her ass part for me as she relaxed 
the muscle even as I felt her release the guiding hand 
from my cock and I slipped slowly and slipperly into her 
ultra tight depths to the now familiar sounds of her 
pleasurable gasp.

'Oh that cock of yours feels like a tree trunk it's so 
big, now pull back a little and give it to me good and 
all in one stroke now.'

I pulled back, hearing again her hiss of pleasure at the 
erotic sensation of my retraction from her filled to 
bursting ass.

I paused for a moment as I felt her tiny hand snake down 
between our bodies and diddle her clit briefly before 
inserting two fingers deep in her own cunt then starting 
a slow sawing motion in and out of her cum saturated 
hole.

'OK baby boy, fuck me now, but start slowly this time, I 
want to really enjoy this.'

I sunk myself into her, inch by sensuous inch, feeling 
her arch and spasm around my cock, the twitching of her 
dark love tunnel seemingly synced with the plunging of 
her fingers into that dripping pussy, or perhaps it was 
the other way around and she was syncing her finger 
fucking with the rippling of her taunt little sphincter.

She was becoming more frantic now, the two fingers being 
joined by a third and the studied thrusting had lost its 
rhythm for a wilder, more unbridled plunging as she lost 
her control for her more base desires.

Her moans had become groans rapidly under the delving of 
my fuck stick into her ass.

She had said expect vocal and she hadn't been 
exaggerating, I had come to the conclusion she liked to 
talk while she was in the throes of passion.

'Oh yeah honey, fuck me in the ass, feel the tightness, 
even better than pussy hey? Bet you're loving that long, 
tight tunnel squeezing your whole length while you fuck 
me.'

Now you can really say you've fucked the shit out of a 
girl, hmmmm? 

And me? Well, my motto is three holes, no waiting and 
you greedy boy, you've had all three to yourself tonight 
along with about a gallon of sweet, warm, fresh from the 
source, Mothers titty milk.'

 As she talked, her voice and finger fucking had become 
more urgent, even frantic as she rose to her next orgasm 
and I have to say I wasn't far behind her, my breathing 
now hoarse in my throat, my cock almost painful at my 
imminent, third orgasm in less than two hours.

'Now go for it baby, fuck my shit up, give me your last 
drop of cum so deep in my little ass I'll feel it in the 
back of my throat. Come on now, I'm almost there! I'm 
almost there! Cum with me now, yes, yes, yeeeeeesss, 
that's it! Fuck it, fuck it, yes fuck that ass, fuck my 
ass cum in me now! Yes now, Oh honey that's it, that's 
me, you've fucked you're Mom, yes you've fucked your 
Mom, Ooooooh that feels so good I can feel you cumming 
in me! Fuuuuuck... Yes!'

And with that last gasp, she went limp under me, her 
whole hand now buried to the wrist in her cunt, her head 
thrown back and her knees either side of head as my 
pulsing, pumping cock was rammed as deep as I could get 
it into her tiny ass, pushing my last deposit of cum as 
far up her colon as my rigid rod would reach.

***

That was over two years ago now.

Since then, I've licked and fucked my Mother in ways and 
in situations my teenage mind could not have even 
conceived of before this.

I've brought home the odd adventurous girlfriend and 
girlfriends, that my mom has seduced and licked into 
quivering wrecks before I've fucked and licked the both 
of them while they licked, sucked and fucked me and each 
other.

I've also organised a few lusty young teenage boys in 
groups of up to nine to really go to town on her pussy, 
mouth and ass all at the same time while I watched and 
enjoyed the show.

She's even managed to get me to try sucking a young cock 
or two myself and I have to say, the feeling of having a 
pulsing young cock, pumping its creamy load into my 
mouth while my own cock is sucked into submission by my 
Mother or the guy in question's girlfriend has few 
erotic equals.

We have new neighbours now and they have a very flirty 
thirteen year old daughter who is left on her own far 
too often for my temptation levels.

I'll let you know how that one turns out... sometime...

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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