MAN OF THE HOUSE - I

My parents had been childhood sweethearts and had gotten married after high school and had me a year later. My father did when I was six in a car accident involving a drunk driver, leaving my mother and me alone, but financially secure. As I grew up, everyone told me that I was the spitting image of my father. It was only as I got older that I realized how young and beautiful my mother was. She was on the shorter side, just cresting five feet, but fit from working out regularly with breasts that looked large on her small frame. She also had long dark hair which contrasted her skin beautifully. We had always been a fairly tactile family, with plenty of hugs and kisses, and sitting close when watching TV. There was a period when it was awkward for me after the first time a friend mentioned just how sexy she was, which made me realize it myself. I got over it quick enough, even if the hard-ons never really went away.

Everything changed the summer after I graduated high school. I had graduated with good enough grades to get a scholarship at a pretty good local university, which meant that I could keep living at home and focus on getting my degree without the added pressure of trying to find a job as well. That being said, I did get a summer job at a small construction company, which gave me some extra spending money and had the side benefit of toning my already in shape body. After I turned eighteen the previous winter, my mother had announced that since I was old enough to drink, I should learn to do it responsibly, and we had taken to having wine and beer in the house regularly. Given what had happened to my father, I was wary of alcohol, but I did learn to enjoy it responsibly in the safety of my home.

One evening, after a particularly hot day of hard work, after a shower and dinner with mom, during which we opened a bottle of wine, we relaxed on the couch watching a movie. We finished off the first bottle quickly, in part due to the heat, and decided to open another one. While this wasn't unheard of for us, it was a bit of a rarity. We sat in our usual places on the couch, with my mom sitting on my left, leaning against me, with my arm around her. It has started as a joke when I got bigger than her, as a parody of how we had sat when I was young, but it quickly became habit. We finished the second bottle halfway through the movie and I began to feel the effects of the alcohol settling in, a warm relaxation that spread through my body. I also became acutely aware of the hot, sexy body that was pressed up against my side. I could feel her right boob pressed against me, and with a surreptitious glance down could see that she wasn't wearing a bra by the fact that her left nipple was visibly poking up inside the material of her tight t-shirt. I did my best to ignore it, but whether I wanted it to happen or not, I could feel my erection rise, creating a noticeable tent in my shorts. I did my best to pretend nothing was happening, but as the movie progressed, I could feel my mother shifting around next to me. Each time she moved; her breast rubbed up against my side. In my drunk state, I began to wonder if she was doing it intentionally but quickly dismissed the thought, even as it got me even harder.

During one of her shifts, her hand ended up on my thigh. I expected her to move it, but she just left it there. I tried to ignore everything that was going on, but when I looked down, I see that her thighs were clenched tightly together. I don't know why I did it, but I pulled her tighter against me. Between the noise of the movie and my drunken state, I wasn't sure if I heard it, but I was pretty sure that she moaned a bit when I did. What I am sure about is that she squeezed my thigh gently. I would have ignored that also, but then she did it again and then rubbed my thigh. Almost out of instinct, my left hand moved from by her side to her breast. It was only when I touched my mother's tit, even through her shirt, for the first time since I was a baby, that I froze and realized what I had done. I almost freaked out and pulled away, but then I very clearly heard my mother moan in pleasure. I had no idea what was happening, but I was drunk and horny enough not to consider the consequences after I heard that. Her hand ran up my thigh to my tented erection, feeling it through my shorts. I turned to look at her at the same time she looked up at me, and it seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss her, so I bent my head down and kissed my mother.

What started as a simple kiss on the lips, quickly evolved into a heated French kiss with our tongues twisting against one another, slipping in and out of each other's mouths. This wasn't the first time I had ever kissed someone, nor was I even a virgin, but this was the hottest kiss I had ever taken part in. Not willing to break the kiss, I pulled her into my lap, and she eagerly straddled me, holding my head, and kissing me deeply. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest as my hands ran down her back to grab her ass, and she moaned into my mouth as I got two big handfuls of her tight ass. I groped my mother's ass for a minute before running my hands back up her back, this time underneath her shirt, feeling her hot, smooth skin. She pulled away from my mouth for just long enough for her to pull her shirt over her head, displaying her beautiful tits to me for a second before they were pressed once more against my chest as she pressed her lips back against mine.

With the offending article of clothing removed, I was now able to easily stroke the soft skin of her back. I also ran my hands up and down her sides, feeling up the sides of her boobs. The third time my hands found their way to the soft mound of her compressed tit, she pulled away from our kiss. She gave me a moment to take in the amazing sight of her bare chest, her prominent nipples standing tall upon the glorious swell of breasts which looked huge on her small frame, and with just enough sag for them to sway as she moved. I drank in the sight of them, and then she pulled me towards them. I found myself fondling her tit as I licked and sucked at her nipple for the first time in years. My mom cooed and moaned as I switched back and forth between sides, lavishing attention on her wonderful mounds. After a couple of minutes, while I was sucking hard on one of her nipples, she shuddered as she had a mini orgasm.

My mother pulled her tits away from my eager mouth and hands and reached for the bottom of my t-shirt. I leaned forward and raised my arms to let her pull it off me and buried my face in her cleavage while she got started. Once my shirt was off, she pushed me back against the couch, she started kissing her way down my body, starting with my neck. When she got to my nipples, I found out that guys' nipples are sensitive also, something that I had never experienced before. She made her way downwards, running her hands over my pecks and abs, kissing, and licking what she could reach. I tried to return the favor, but she kept pushing my hands and face away. She eventually slid backward off my lap and into her knees where she started kissing my abs. Continuing to work her way down, she got to my waist and grabbed the top of my shorts. I obligingly lifted my hips and in one quick motion, she pulled down my shorts and underwear, exposing my engorged penis to my mother's eyes. She stared at my erection with a hungry gleam in her eyes for a moment before pulling my shorts the rest of the way down. My mother started kissing her way up my inner right thigh, stopping right before she got to the apex and restarting at my left knee. This time, when she stopped, I could feel her breath on my balls and shaft as she lifted her head to look me in the eyes. I gasped as her hand closed around my erection for the first time. Her gentle stroking of my dick felt amazing, but nowhere near as good as when she took my cockhead into her mouth for the first time. I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure as her lips wrapped around me and her tongue swirled around the tip. By this point, I was amazed at the fact that I hadn't cum yet, but when I looked back down to see my mother sucking even more of my cock into her mouth, I lost it. I exploded into her mouth, blasting shot after shot of hot cum into her mouth, filling it up. She tightened her lips around my shaft to make sure nothing escaped and started swallowing, milking every last drop of my seed out of me.

She eventually sat back on her haunches, a self-satisfied look on her face, watching me catch my breath and recover from that amazing experience. Once I could breathe and see straight again, I looked at the heavenly vision of my topless mother kneeling before me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms happily. Our mouths pressed together again, the thought of where her mouth had just been not fazing me at all, even as I tasted myself on her lips. I flipped over so that she was on the couch and started to make my way down her body, eager to return the favor. I spent time on her magnificent boobs, caressing, licking, and even biting gently, but I was much more interested in progressing downwards to focus on them as much as they deserved. When I got to her waist, she lifted her hips just as I had done. I pulled down her shorts revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She lifted her feet so that I could completely remove her shorts, and I was suddenly faced with her pussy as she spread her legs wide. I stared in wonder at the beauty of the place that I had entered the world from. It took me a moment to come back to myself, but I looked up between her spread legs to my mother's smiling face and slowly began kissing my way to get thighs as she had done to me. As I got closer to the top I breathed in the heady scent of her arousal, and it took all my willpower to break off and restart up her other leg. I didn't have so much experience going down on anyone, but while I had done it before, my mother was without a doubt the tastiest pussy I had ever licked, I thought as I took the first swipe of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. After that, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I hungrily lapped at her cunt, alternating between digging my tongue as deep as I could inside of her and brush strokes across the outside. When her responses started to get more and more vocal, I switched my focus to her clit, licking and sucking on it directly. I felt her hands grab the back of my head as she yelled out wordlessly and my face got soaked with more of her delicious juices. When her body finally relaxed, my mother pulled me up from between her legs back into a hungry kiss, seemingly more eager because of her juices coating my face than put off by it.

As I laid naked between my mother's legs and she licked her cum off my face, the most natural thing to do seemed to be to slide my now resurrected erection into her hot, wet pussy. It felt heavenly penetrating her tight depth, as did the feeling of her legs wrapping around me and the cry of pleasure she let out. I began thrusting in and out of her, my recent orgasm giving me staying power that the situation would otherwise not have made possible. Her first orgasm from me fucking her came two minutes into me pounding her cunt.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" My mother cried out as I felt her pussy contract around my thrusting cock, the first words that had been said the entire time.

Hearing her voice egging me on pushed me to another level and I began slamming into her even harder. Her next orgasm a minute later was a cry of pure pleasure. Even having just cum, I knew that I was getting close, so I tried to pull out, not knowing if she was on birth control. I might have been fucking my mother, but even in my drunken state, I didn't think that getting her pregnant was a good idea. She locked her legs around me, not letting me go, so I mentally shrugged and just went with it, hoping for the best. As I felt my balls begin to boil over and my own orgasm starting, I thrust into her and froze in place as I started to fill my mother's pussy with my cum. The feeling of my hot cum filling her seemed to be enough to set her off as well.

"Yes! Oh god! Fill me up, Jerry! Yes!" She screamed out as I pumped shot after shot deep inside of her.

Completely spent, I collapsed atop her, both of us breathing hard. As I caught my breath and slowly drifted off to sleep with my dick still inside of my mother and the credits to the movie rolling, it occurred to me that she had called me by my father's name.

I woke up in the morning, unsure of where I was or what was going on. I found myself lying on the couch, naked, with another naked body pressed up against mine. As my brain slowly came back to working order and my eyes blinked open, the events of the night before slowly came back to me as I recognized the naked body next to me at belonging to my mother. It was then that I remembered my last thought before I passed out, along with the realization that I was holding my mother's naked tits in my hands and my erection was pressed into her ass crack. I quickly disentangled myself as gently as I could and retreated to the bathroom. My mind was racing as I performed my morning absolutions and showered, trying to process what had happened and just how bad the fallout was going to be. I finished showering, still unsure what to do, and got dressed for work. I made my way to the kitchen and found my mom setting a cup of coffee down in front of a plate of food for me. While it wasn't unheard of, she didn't do it every day, and I couldn't look her in the eyes as I sat down. She had thrown on a robe, but especially after the night before, it did little to hide her ample charms from the imagination.

"We need to talk," my mother said as I sat down, sitting across from me with her cup of coffee.

I started to say something, but she stopped me.

"Me first. What happened last night was inappropriate and not fair to you. I was in the wrong, and I am going to make it up to you," she said in a serious voice.

I started to protest that she wasn't the only one responsible, but she stopped me again.

"No Mike, you are wrong. It is my fault. I should never have called you by your father's name during sex. It is never ok to cry out someone else's name during sex unless it is agreed upon beforehand," she said, still 100% serious.

I was in shock. She was apologizing for calling me by my father's name during sex. It took me a minute to process that she wasn't upset about the sex.

"I thought that you were talking about the sex," I responded, still in shock.

"No, of course not. Unless you didn't want to. I didn't force you, did I? I thought you wanted it?" She suddenly looked horrified.

"What? No. I mean, yes. I mean no. Ugh. I loved having sex with you, Mom, which sounds weird, but I just never expected it. I never even thought about it. I mean, I noticed how sexy you are, but you are my mother," I responded, completely confused and babbling at this point.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh honey, I know that you think that I'm sexy, and I'm glad you enjoyed last night. I certainly did. I've been debating just joining you in bed one night for a couple of months, but you've had girlfriends on and off since you turned eighteen and I didn't want to interfere. I'm just sorry that I slipped like that. I think that it was the combination of the wine, how much you look like your father and the way that you were fucking me just like he used to that made me forget myself."

I didn't even know how to respond to that. She took another sip of coffee and watched me process everything she had said. She gave me a minute before continuing.

"Now to be clear, you don't need to feel obligated to have sex with me, or that you can't date or have sex with anyone else. I just want to be kept in the loop and for you to be safe."

Her talking about being safe suddenly made me remember the fact that I had cum inside of her.

"Umm speaking of safe, I don't know if you remember, but I wasn't wearing a condom last night."

She smiled.

"I definitely remember. It felt amazing feeling you pulse inside of me. But don't worry, I'm on the pill."

She took another sip of coffee and stood up. Walking around the table, she dropped to her knees next to me as I turned in my chair to face her. Looking down at her I had a clear view of tits down the top of her robe.

She reached for my belt and asked, "Do you mind?"

I shook my head no and she unbuckled my belt and started on my jeans.

"Good, because I didn't get enough of this last night, and I woke up to the wonderful sensation of it pressing against my ass only to have it taken away."

She finished freeing my cock from the confines of my underwear and licked the tip before taking it into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as she started bobbing her head up and down, pressing her tongue against my shaft. Just like the night before, I reveled in the feeling of my mother sucking my dick, but this time I gently stroked her hair while she did it. As I got close, she looked up at me and somehow managed to smile at me with her lips still wrapped around me. Groaning again, I looked her directly in the eyes as I began filling her mouth with my incestuous seed. She kept eye contact as she swallowed, letting me free with a popping noise only once she was sure that she had gotten every drop.

"Not that I'm complaining," I said while she tucked me back in and closed my pants, "but what brought this on. It isn't exactly normal."

"Actually, this is something that has been a long time coming. Your father and I discussed this often. I think that he would be happy about it."

I felt a weight lifting off of me that I hadn't even known was there. Apparently, there was a part of me that had felt like I was betraying my father by sleeping with my mother. Knowing that he wanted it made it even better.

"Now eat your breakfast before it gets too cold and you are late to work. We can talk more when you get home."

I started to eat, and she took her place back on the other side of the table. I noticed that while she had been blowing me her robe had come loose and her right breast was visible. I started to say something and then stopped. There was no reason for her to cover up or me not to look anymore. I finished eating, put my dishes in the sink, and went to kiss mom goodbye. Instead of the usual kiss on the top of her head, this time I have her a full kiss on the lips, tasting coffee and cum, and massaged her exposed breast while I did. I spent the day at work in a daze, not focused on what I was doing. I was lucky that nobody got hurt from the mistakes I made when I wasn't paying attention, but I was happy when we called it quits.

"How was your day, honey?" My mother asked when I walked in the door.

"Good. I mean, honestly, I couldn't focus on work. My head was somewhere else entirely."

"So, let's talk so that we can get your head on straight. Do you have any questions?"

"How did this happen? Why? What now?"

I felt ridiculous asking, but I needed to understand what exactly was going to be now.

"Let's start with the what now first. While until now you were the man of the house, now that you are the Man of the house, some things are going to change. First, if you would like to move into the master bedroom with me, you are more than welcome to. You can keep your room as an office or somewhere to study. Second, if you want anything, just ask. I'm yours, at much as you want me, however, you want me. And to clarify, I mean both sexually and not. You are an adult now, and while I will always be your mother, I no longer need to mother you unless you want it. And that brings us to point three. I expect you to be responsible, which you have been until now, but now that you are the Man of the house, you have more responsibilities. Things like making sure things get done around the house, and that things are taken care of. And I don't mean doing everything yourself, but just make sure things are done. Remind me if needed and take me to task if I don't listen."Wait. What?"

My mother smiled at me. "It's like this. When your father was alive, I relied on him to remind me to take care of things and punish me when I needed it. For the last twelve years, I have needed to be responsible for everything. Not that I'm complaining, but it's nice knowing that someone loves you and takes care of you, even if that means being punished. And on the topic, you should really punish me for last night."

"Ok. This is a lot. We are going to come back to this, but how exactly am I supposed to punish you?"

"Your father liked taking me over his knee, but it's up to you."

"You mean to spank you?"

She nodded.

"Ok. Just to make sure that we are both on the same page. You want me to take charge of you, and included in that you want to pull you over my knee and spank your ass because you called out dad's name while we were having sex last night, correct?"

She nodded again. I took a deep breath and motioned her over to me. She approached almost timidly and stood next to where I was sitting on the couch that we had fucked on the night before. I looked up at her and debated how to continue. Coming to a decision, I reached up, stroked her cheek, and then grabbed a handful of my mother's dark hair. I knocked one of my legs into hers as I pulled her forwards and down, making her fall across my lap. I switched hands on her hair and stroked her amazing ass. I pulled up her skirt, revealing a pink lace thong that nicely framed her delicious-looking cheeks. I pulled her head up a bit by her hair and looked down at her.

SMACK!

I felt the tingle in my hand as I slapped my mother's ass for the first time.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" I asked in a slightly angry voice.

She tried to nod, which was hard with me holding her hair tight.

SMACK!

"I don't think that you do." SMACK! "The reason that you are being punished," SMACK! " It's that you made me wait six months since my birthday before giving me what was mine." SMACK! "And then, to make things even worse," SMACK! "When you finally do give it to me, you disrespect me by acting like a dirty slut and calling out someone else's name." SMACK! SMACK!

Each slap left a red mark on her ass and made her flinch and whimper. I almost stopped after the first, but something told me that this was what she wanted.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Having spanked her ten times, I stopped and let go of her head. I noticed that she was breathing hard, and I felt something wet on my leg. Sliding my hand down I found that not only was she wet enough to have soaked her panties, but it was enough that it had soaked through my pants as well.

"Well Mom, aren't you just a dirty little slut," I said, rubbing her cunt through her wet thong. "Getting off on being spanked, and by your son no less."

She moaned in dismay when I pulled my hand away.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She cried out as I rained another set of blows down on her already red ass. The cries turned back into moans and then a shuddering orgasm as I rubbed her clit through the lace. I held her hair as she shook beautifully across my lap. When she finally stopped, I told her to stand up. She looked extremely sexy with her skirt pulled up and her hair a mess.

"Take off those panties. They are probably more cum than fabric anyways," I said holding out my hand.

She took them off and handed them to me.

"I'm going to go move my things. I expect more answers later, but for now, I think that you should go get dinner ready."

"Ok. I made space for you in the drawers and closet," she said starting to head to the kitchen.

I stopped her and motioned for her to lean in close. When she did I kissed her gently on the lips and then shoved her dirty panties into her mouth.

"You are still being punished, and I don't want you saying anything else until I'm ready to hear it," I explained to her questioning eyes.

I turned her around towards the kitchen and gave her ass another slap to get her moving. I went to my room to pack things up, but instead, sat down on my bed. What the hell just happened? Had I really just spanked my mother like that? My mother, who had taken care of me by herself for most of my life? Who had barely ever even raised her voice at me? And I had not only hit her hard enough to leave a mark multiple times but I had also verbally and physically humiliated her and then sent her to make dinner. I sat there for a while, frozen in thought, spiraling deeper and deeper into a dark place. Suddenly a knock on my door made me look up. I saw my mother standing at my door, still naked from the waist down with her skirt bunched above her waist, mouth still full of her dirty panties and her eyes bright with happiness. Looking at her, I realized a couple of things. First, even if it was hard for me, she wanted this. Who was I to say no to the person that I loved most in the world, who had sacrificed everything to take care of me? Second, she looked incredibly hot like this. And third I had enjoyed having her over my lap and spanking her. It was as if a light had gone off in the darkness. All the self-recrimination that had been building burned away, and I smiled up at my mom, my slut.

"Dinner is ready?"

She nodded.

"Good. I'm hungry, and I want to eat some food before I get to dessert," I said staring hungrily at her hairless pussy.

The twinkle in her eyes got even brighter. Things were going to be amazing.My mother led the way back to the kitchen. I walked just far enough behind her that I could watch her naked ass sway with each step. I noticed that there was still a slight redness from her earlier spanking. I sat at the table, and she served dinner before sitting down across from me.

"You can take them out now," I said to her.

She pulled the wadded-up pair of dirty panties out of her mouth. She took a sip of water to clear her mouth. I held out my hand and she passed me the mess of pink lace. I unfolded a napkin and placed them out in clear view, a reminder of what had just transpired.

As we began eating, I asked, "Why don't you start from the beginning of the story?"

"Your father and I were very much in love, very open and honest with each other, and loved sex. We realized that neither of us really cared what other people thought of us about the things we did and that we didn't really care about social conventions or taboos either. The combination meant that we were able to enjoy ourselves, each other, and sometimes even other people, in a way that most people can't. As I told you earlier, we talked about eventually expanding our love for our family members to include the physical side."

"And it worked for you? I've heard about people doing that, but it rarely works from what I've heard."

She shrugged.

"For us, it worked. I'd like to think that it would have worked long term also, but we'll never know, will we?" She added with a sad smile.

"Do you mind me asking some more questions?"

"Please ask. If there is anything that I feel like I can't answer, I'll tell you."

"That works. I guess that's part of the open and honest deal."

She nodded again.

"Based on what you said, you are more submissive. Does that mean that Dad was dominant?"

"For the most part, yes. Though there were times when we switched. There were times when I would sit on his face and make him eat me out forever. I used to love doing that and then fucking his ass," she smiled fondly at the memory.

"Wait, you fucked Dad's ass? He was gay? I mean...I guess bi since he obviously liked sex with women also?"

"As I said before, we didn't care about any of that kind of thing. What mattered to us was that we enjoyed ourselves. And unless they have a psychological block against it, most men get physical pleasure from having their prostate stimulated, which means getting fucked in the ass feels good. I'd be happy to show you."

"Let me think about it. But going back to your history, did you keep up with any of those other people after Dad died?" I asked switching topics, not comfortable with this confusion I was feeling at the thought of my mother fucking my ass.

"Some of them. It took me a while after he died to be in a place where I could start having sex again. And while you were little, it was harder, which doesn't mean that it didn't happen, but it was rarer. Some of them are friends outside of the bedroom as well and you even know some of them."

"Like whom?" I asked, intrigued by the thought.

"Maybe you'll get the chance to find out at some point, depending on how things play out. But anyway, as you got older it became easier. I was able to schedule things when you had other plans, or I could go out in the evenings, and you could stay by yourself."

"So, you are saying that all the dates you went on were booty calls?"

"I guess," she responded with a smile. "I didn't really feel the need for romantic dates. I had plenty of sex of when I wanted it, and I already had a man in my life."

"Ok. Sorry, it's still a lot to process. I assume that given your approach that it's not only men who interest you?"

"I've been known to lick pussy before if that's what you are asking. I've tried a lot of things over the years."

The thought of my mother with her face buried in another woman's cunt while I fucked her was extremely enticing.

"What is the craziest thing you have ever done?"

"Hmmmm. I don't think that I'm quite ready to share that with you. Any more questions, or are you ready for dessert?"

"I think I'm ready for dessert."

"Let me clear the table, and then I can serve you."

I laughed at the double meaning, but I stopped her when she came to take my plate. I reached down to her still exposed pussy and ran a finger through her slit. Finding it wet as expected, I wiped my finger clean on the mess of pink lace. I then took the fabric, soaked up more of her juices with it, and held it to her lips. She obligingly opened her mouth, and I replaced the gag. I also relieved her of the skirt that was bunched up around her waist. She cleared the table while I watched her and talked about my day. When she finished, I told her to take off her shirt as well. I pulled her in front of me and sucked on her now exposed nipples and the sound of her muffled moans of pleasure emanated from behind the lace gag. When I finally had enough of her tits for the moment, I grabbed her legs and lifted her as I stood up. She gave off a muffled yelp and grabbed at me to keep her balance. I laid her down on the table and then sat back down. I lifted her feet so that they were planted on the table and spread her legs. Looking at the delectable dessert placed here more, I leaned in and took a lick. It tasted just as good as it had the night before.

I wasted no time. I eagerly ate my mother's cunt like it was a pie at a pie-eating contest, with no hands and cream spread all over my face. It didn't take long before I managed to coax out the first orgasm, her sounds of pleasure muted by her dirty thong, but still very audible. I wasn't satisfied with just one, but I switched my focus to her clit. Alternating sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue, her second and third orgasms came quickly after her first. Looking up across her body I could see that she was holding herself back from touching me, but from her muffled whines I guessed that it was starting to get to be too much direct stimulation.

I gave her one last lick before standing up and dropping my pants. The table height lined her up almost perfectly, and I had an amazing view of her flushed body and her beautiful tits that rose and fell with each deep breath, as I penetrated my mother once again. All the buildup had gotten to me, and it wasn't long before I was filling her pussy with cream. She screamed out as I did and even muffled through her panties it was loud. I could feel her clamping down around me with each pulse. I reached forward and grabbed a nipple in each hand and pulled, getting another squeal, and tightening of her warm around me. Finally, when I finished cumming, I pulled out of her with a slurping sound and made my way around the table.

"Are you ready for your dessert?" I asked as I once again pulled the dirty panties out of her mouth.

Better she could even answer, I shoved my dirty cock into her mouth. She eagerly sucked the combination of my cum and her juices off of me and down her throat. I grabbed her tits as she massaged my dick with her tongue. One of her hands reached around to my ass, pulling me in deeper into her mouth while her other I watched start fingering her messy cunt. Between her display and her mouth, I quickly went from starting to lose my erection post orgasm to growing back to full mast. As I grew, I filled her mouth more and more, until I was pressing against the back of her throat. Undaunted, she held me close, fingering herself even faster as my cock pushed into her tight throat. I groaned as I felt the extra grip that she now massaged the top of my dick with. My mother was surpassing any other blowjob that I had ever had. She eventually had to breathe and tapped on my thigh. I pulled out of her throat and mouth and let her catch her breath. While she did, I had an idea.

Turning around, I pressed my ass down on my mother's upturned face, making sure that her nose and mouth were firmly seated in my crack. She was still taking deep gulps of air when I did, which meant that she ended up breathing in my ass. I don't think she minded, especially as she started licking my asshole. I reveled in how much of a dirty slut my mother was as she probed my ass with her tongue. It felt even better than I had thought, especially when she started moaning. Her cumming while licking my ass was enough to push me towards the edge again, so I reluctantly pulled myself off her tongue. Turning around, I fed her my precum-dripping erection, not stopping until I was back in her throat. I then began fucking my mother's face and throat. My balls slapped into her nose and mouth each time I plunged back in. She continued fingering herself, enjoying my violation of her throat. She screamed out in painful pleasure when I twisted both of her nipples. The vibrations emitted from her throat echoed through my cock and I thrust back in as deep as I could and started pumping my hot seed directly into her stomach. I froze there, with my dick buried in her throat and a nipple in each hand, as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body.

I eventually collapsed into the nearest chair, pulling out of her mouth, leaving a trail of cum, drool, and spit across her face. My mother's finger had slowed to small, gentle motions, and she looked at me upside down, eyes glazed, and a smile on her face.

"Best dessert I've had in a while," she said languidly.

I nodded, not able to get words out. Mom got up before me and I watched as she slowly while keeping eye contact, licked up the mess that had dripped out of her pussy and onto the table. It was extremely erotic to watch, and if I hadn't just cum twice, I would have been ready to go again. We showered together for the first time, which, given that we were both worn out, was more intimate rather than erotic. It was also the first night that I fell asleep with my mother's naked body pressed up against mine.

I woke up in the morning slightly confused as to where I was. Then I realized that my hand was cupping a bare tit. Then it was that my morning wood was nestled in the crack of someone's bare ass. It was only after those all had processed that I realized that the tit and ass belonged to my mother, as the events of the last two days resurfaced in my mind. Instinctively, I pulled her in tighter by the hand holding her firm breast and pressed my cock against her ass. She let out a pleased "mmmmmhhhhhhh," letting me know she was awake.

"Good morning," I whispered into her ear.

"It IS a good morning," she responded, rubbing her ass against my erection. "It seems like you have something for me down there."

"In fact, I do."

She turned over and rolled on top of me, pushing me onto my back. She kissed me as she reached back and adjusted my cock for a moment. My mother sighed as she pushed back onto it. She held there for a moment, her warmth enveloping me, and her body pressed up against mine. I gently caressed her back and brushed the hair from the front of her face.

"I could just stay like this all morning," my mother said with a smile. "But you need to go to work, and I need my morning exercise."

She pushed off my chest and into a sitting position, which felt very nice as my cock shifted inside of her. It also gave me access to my mother's tits, which I played with as she shifted her legs so that she was squatting. She playfully pushed my hands away as she started bouncing on my dick. I put my hands behind my head and watched my mother do squats, breasts bouncing with each stroke as she repeatedly impaled herself on my cock. It was clear that squats were something she did regularly, as evidenced by her amazing ass. Not doing the work was a novel experience for me. I kept going back and forth between closing my eyes, focusing on the sensations, and watching the pleasure in her face and the motions of her body. She eventually needed to give her legs a rest and bottomed out as deep as she could. Mom took a couple of deep breaths before starting to roll her hips back and forth. I groaned in pleasure as the sensation hit me.

"That's right, baby," my mother moaned. "Cum for me. Fill up your mother's cunt."

Between the ride, she started with and the undulations, combined with hearing her talk like that, I let loose.

"Ohhh, Mom," I moaned as I painted her insides white with my cum.

"That feels sooo good," she responded, my pulsing inside of her setting her off as well.

She collapsed against me, and I held her as we rode the final waves of our pleasure. After my cock stopped twitching and her cunt stopped pulsing, I realized that I needed to pee badly.

"Umm, I need to get up," I said gently, hating that I needed to.

"Are you sure?"

"Unless you want me to pee all over you, yes."

"Not right now. I'll get off."

She rolled off me, leaving a sticky mess behind. I quickly got to the bathroom and took care of myself. By the time I got out of the shower, my mother was no longer in bed. I dried off and got dressed for work and headed to the kitchen. I found my mother preparing breakfast for me, completely naked except for an apron. I don't think that I had ever seen anything quite as erotic as seeing my mother cooking me breakfast wearing nothing but her plain black apron.

"Hey honey, have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready."

I sat down and watched her work. It was mesmerizing, watching her ass and tits shake as she stirred. She brought me over a coffee. I groped a tit as she leaned over.

"If you want that kind of cream for your coffee," she said with a laugh, "I'll have to talk to one of my friends. Mine dried up when you last stopped sucking on them, and I don't really want to start again."

"I don't even know how to respond to that."

She kissed my head and headed back to the stove.

"In general, as honestly as you can. If you want breast milk, I have a friend who still produces. I can either ask her for some or if you really want, I can see whether or not she would be interested in having you drink directly from the tap."

"I'm intrigued, but right now, I'm happy with what I have right in front of me."

"Well, in that case, here is your breakfast," she said, putting a plate before me. Dropping to her knees and sliding under the table she continued, "I'm also happy with what I have before me right now."

She reached for my belt, and I started eating.

"Are you trying to drain me dry?" I asked with a laugh as I shifted my legs so that she could pull my jeans down.

"No, but you made me waste the first portion of my breakfast, so I want to make sure I get my protein."

I articulated my pleasure at both the food and the blowjob as she went to work coaxing another orgasm out of me while I ate. I wondered at the insane change that had come upon my life in the last two days as I felt my dick slip into my mother's throat as I took another bite of food. I reached under the table and placed a hand on her head, forcing her face down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. I held her there for a moment, with my cock deep inside her throat. When I let her go, she pulled back, took a breath, and went right back to bobbing. As I finished my breakfast, I grunted as I dumped another load of cum into her mouth. She continued sucking until she had gotten every drop. Crawling out from under the table, she stood up and kissed me as I went to stand up.

"Have a good day at work," my mother said as I pulled up my pants.

"This was definitely the best start to a day that I have ever had."

"I'm glad," she responded, untying, and talking off her apron. "I'm going to go exercise now. Love you."

I reached out and grabbed her before she could walk away. I kissed her deeply, my tongue snaking into her mouth, tasting myself and not caring.

"I love you too, Mom."

As I got to work twenty minutes later, my phone beeped. Checking, I got a message from my mom with a picture of her, naked on her exercise bike, clearly well into her workout. What really caught my eye was that she had what was clearly a dildo attached to the seat and buried in her cunt. The picture was captioned "ready to ride." Looking around and not seeing anyone, I undid my pants and pulled out my once more erect cock. I sent her a picture saying, "See what you do to me?" My life had definitely changed. I was excited to see where it would take me.