Fun with mom

It all started on Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me without mercy.

“Gottcha!” she screamed and put me against a wall. I started giggling and trying to fight Mom’s fingers off their torture. I know if I didn’t get away soon, Mom would make me laugh in tears.

We’ve been doing this since I was seven. ‘Cause Tomorrow she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed What I slept in and she started tickling me until I begged to stop. But I usually even came on the next weekend, because when Dad had to leave for work very early, so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed… And I bounced us both high in the sky. In the past we went upstairs to drop ice cubes together, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we trained in the backyard, we sprayed each other with the garden hose (although we were never outside when that happened. What a mess!). We behaved more like best friends than mother and son.

Anyway, this time I could escape mom by dive under her arms and go up the stairs where our bedrooms are. I looked back to see if she bothered to come after me. When my foot missed one step and I fell, my knee hit the edge of a runner.

“Hey!” cried she from below and began after me, the steps two at a time. I tried to move the rest of the road up, but I had to take it easy now, because every time I put weight on my knee, a sharp pain would shoot through it. By the time I reached the second floor, Mama had already caught up with me and made a package for my shirt. My shirt slipped through her fingers and I hit the first doorway I came to and pulled myself out of her grasping hands.

When I saw my parents the queen’s bed, I took a jump and landed in the middle, on my back, hysterically smiling and gasping for breath at the same time. At least I did before Mom’s body flew through the air and landed on top of me, shattered the air out of my lungs. As I lay there bewildered, Mom quickly knocked a leg over my middle and sat on my pelvis.

She giggled.

“Yes, yes, yes… Tell me about it. You’re just lucky!” I was defending myself. What’s for dinner? I’m already starving." I asked, trying to change the subject when my eyes were attracted to a bead of sweat making it far in the side of mom’s neck.

“When is the food?! In the position you are in, I should ask YOU that question!” She smiled, stuck a long fingernail in my stomach. The bead passed far beyond her collarbone and now headed towards that small piece of cleavage that showed her blouse.

Do you really want me to make dinner? How does a couple of cold TV dinners sound? I can fix it." I teased, never kept my eyes off the bead.

“Smart ass!” cried she and started tickling me all over again. Her prolonged effort had made her sweaty everywhere and in some places it was soaked by her blouse. The side of her bra hidden beneath it had now become visible to me.

Suddenly, to my horror, I realized that with her sitting on top of me, wiggling around, and the vision of that bead of sweat rolling into her cleavage, I had gotten a stiff! Although I wasn’t quite standing up, I felt like it was pushing my pants.

I froze, my mind died.

Quickly, I decided I should get out of there before Mom found out about my reaction and I’d be ashamed for life. I tried to roll on my side while I was throwing Mom off me, but she obviously thought I was messing with her. So she grabbed my arms and held me with her weight, shook her legs back to better influence my struggle.

“Oh no, you don’t miss! I mean, what do you cook for dinner?” she asked as she looked right into my eyes.

The feeling of her smooth and now sweaty legs gliding the length of my bare legs was the last straw. My dick was completely upright now. I felt the head peeping out.

“Everything you want, Mom, let me up, I got to use the bathroom!” I begged for an excuse to get her off me.

“I don’t think so young man. Maybe I should keep you here until you pee your pants!” She giggled, then sat down and let all her weight rest on me. Suddenly a strange look came across her face. In a few seconds, her face was pressing puzzles, shock, disaster and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. But that was the least of my worries, because I had realized that at that time, the head of my now vibrating dick was touching the silky, bare skin of mother’s inner thigh!

“God, Mom. I’m sorry, let…” I blurted out, my face (probably my whole body) spinning beet red.

“Shhhhh, don’t move, I think I heard something.” She was whispering, closing her eyes.

She scooted herself a little to the headboard. With her movement, my shorts where pulled enough to completely free my dick from his limitations. He jumps up and leaves a trail of wetness on mother’s thigh until further movement is blocked. The heat that came out of that area was shocking to me, but not as bad as the fact that Mom had moved to place my dick against her cotton-covered cunt!

I froze.

I didn’t know what to do. What was I supposed to say? It’s not every day someone’s dick touches their mother’s cunt. You know what?

Mom leaned over, her black hair hung on my face. This move almost got my dick straight, didn’t touch anything. At least not until Mom leaned back as she turned her hips to my head at the same time. Now my dick almost rubbed her all over her crotch, starting from her ass and ending up shaking between her sweaty thighs.

She did this movement several times, making bigger sensations in my dick with every new moment. Then she leaned all the way forward and brought her face very close to mine. Her breath washed over me as her half-closed eyes rolled out of sight.

Mom moaned soft. With her breasts shattered between our bodies, I felt the hardness of her stiff nipples against my chest. Her constant rubbing of my dick against the heat (and now wetness) of her fucked-up cunt, brought a crazy desire to fuck my beautiful mother deeply.

Very deep.

The thought of pushing all my 7 inches in mom’s pussy made my dick swell so hard it started to hurt!

I started to trust my hips off the bed, instinctively started to fuck. I was lost in dry fucking my mother when I felt something warm and humid gently touching my dick. My eyes flew open to find the source of this new sensation and I saw that Mom had lifted the front of her skirt and now had a hand on our crosses. From the base, she caressed the length of my member with the back of her slim fingers. When she went to her cunt, she slipped a few fingers under the cotton cross off her panties and pulled it aside.

Again, I froze. This was the first time I saw a real pussy. The fact that it belonged to my mother made it no less a matter. I have seen the kittens of probably hundreds of women (from magazines of course) and I was still abhorred by the sight beneath me. Her pussy hair was black when the hair hangs around her face, thick and curly. I can see her long pussy lips peeping through the forest around them, all swollen and shiny. I could even clit her if it stood proud upright, look like a little red dick. I could have sworn it was shaking.

Then came the smell.

It was a heavy, musky smell I’d never seen before in my 14 years. I don’t know what happened then, but without warning, my dick started shooting. I was just grunting and shoving my head back into the pillows when my young body was pushing wad after some thick sperm. I think I heard Mom gasping, but right now I wasn’t really able to pay attention. My ecstasy was extended when I felt her fingers around my masculinity and gently pump the length of my dick, repeating the movements I had done so often alone. It was over in half a minute and my body fell back relaxed. I opened my eyes.

Thanks, Mom. I’ve never felt anything…" I stopped in the middle of the sentence when Mom was still hard dick to the opening of her pussy. Again, I felt the heat radiating out of her body like it was an oven. Her now exposed pubic hair tickled me as the head slipped along the soft fur cover of her hill. Since it was now covered with the pearl nuts of my hot pit brought a strong twitch to my dick.

She brought it back further, over the little nub of hard flesh, until my dick head was enveloped by her soft, hot, wet labia. Hot fluid was now dripping out of Mom’s pussy when she took down her body and I almost passed by when my poor little dick entered her body.

She slipped deeper into her body, the silk walls of her vagina pulled down my foreskin, the blood swallowed head of my dick, brought it into contact with the surrounding walls of my mother’s most private place. I had returned to the secret place of my birth.

We both moaned when she put all her weight on me and threw me as far as she could. I felt the walls of her wet pussy begin to wrinkle against the whole length of my buried member and she began grinding her pelvis bone against mine, crushing her clitoris against the hard base of my dick.

We stayed together for a while, just to devour each other’s hungry mouths as tremors walked through our bodies.

She pulled off me then, but didn’t stop until my head tried to pull off her. Then, with the same insane slowness as before, she shot at me again.

“Ohhh…god, that’s nice…” Mom whispered. I stared at her, I didn’t know what to do next. Rocking on her knees, she started fucking me with a slow and easy movement. But every stroke, I saw her go a little faster, a little harder.

I renewed my fucking moves. When I pushed my legs off the bed, I shoved myself in her pussy. I thought it was the right thing to do… And with Mom breathing a little bit with each of my thrusts, I think I was okay.

All this time my hands had been by my side, motionless. With the renewed fucking on both parts, I finally have the courage to touch her. I slipped my hands along the soft skin on the outside of her thighs, along her full hips, and finally I held on to the smooth flesh of her ass. With both hands, I squeezed her sandwiches, the softness she fills. I moved a hand further, I felt the damp crack of her back and soon my index finger came on her little pecked anus.

Kinky thoughts flew through my head of all the stories I’ve read in porn magazines about that special opening. With my finger off her sweaty back, I carefully placed the tip to her “back” hole. She didn’t respond to the touch, so I went to stick my finger up her ass. It was slow, rather dry and tight. But when I got the finger past the first knuckle, Mom let loose a low moan and I felt her sphincter started milking my buried figure. I pulled it out a little bit and pushed it all the way back in when Mom suddenly left and then collapsed on me and crushed her breasts between us. I felt chills up and down her body, as her pussy and asshole both began to squeeze me with a surprising force. Fantastic, Mom took my mouth out with hers and kissed me deep, pushed her tongue into my mouth.

Then it hit me.

She came.

I made my own mother!

This was all too much for me and my little boy started spitting again. Soon I pulled my finger out of her butthole and with both hands I dug into her hips. Then, with all the power I could gather, I pulled her as hard as I could.

“Oh, God!!!” I was screaming when my orgasm tore through my body. My balls tight and my world exploded. Gallons spicy shot in mama’s already dripping pussy and with every spit out of my dick, mom’s cunt clamped on my dick. It almost felt like it was trying to pull me in deeper.

“That’s it, sperm for mom!” she sighs in my ear, “shoot your hot seed in mom’s pussy!”

Because of her insistence, my cumming lasted longer than ever before. I almost felt like I had a multiple orgasm! Heaving, my balls finally emptied and my exhausted body fell all the way back to the bed. A little later, my very used dick became soft and slowly slipped out of her tight pussy.

When we rest there, with hair on top of me, I felt a warm liquid dripping on my dick and balls. Mom started moving her hips in a circle, gently rubbing our genitals together while lightly kissing my cheek.

Realizing it was our mixed fuck juice… Those leaks between mom’s pussy lips… Sent a chill in my back. Her soft rubbing mixed with the warm proximity of her soft body and the still very fresh memory of what had just happened made my dick stir for a third time in half an hour. In just seconds, my dick pressed against the soft folds of her pussy lips that pounded from the wet heat coming from the opening they protected. I moved my hips around, using my dick’s head to feel for the velvet entrance to her body, but I didn’t get anywhere. I reached under her skirt, had my fingers follow a path along her hips and thighs to her cunt. But this motion stirred mother from her state. She didn’t say anything, just rolled off me, got out of the bed and left the room like nothing happened.

After I saw her leave, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. I was wondering what just happened.

I was a virgin this morning. The closest thing I ever got to having sex with a girl was a year ago. Sandy kissed me on the cheek and helped her with her homework. I just fucked a girl. A grown woman. Besides, that woman was my mother.

My ass got cold and it felt wet. I rolled over and saw a big stain on the bedspread underneath. The little gobs of white jism left little doubt about the source of this wet spot. I was looking for extra sheets when Mom came back.

“I locked all the doors and closed the windows. I hope when someone comes by, they think nobody’s home.” She said her eyes look everywhere but me.

She locked the bedroom door and turned around and looked at me.