Mom’s worry 18

"You better hope that your father doesn't wake up and find out what you've come to do to me," Mom said in a normal, conversational tone while her eyes fell upon my cock. She took her reading glasses off, setting them on the nightstand next to her book.

I cringed for a moment, but then I remembered that not even a Zeus-thrown thunderbolt could wake my father right now. Mom knew that too. She knew it better than I did. How many times had she ridden my father while he slept? What else had she done with him? Had she sucked his cock and gotten away with it?

"Your father isn't going to wake up, Mark," Mom said, louder this time.

Hell yeah, she had!

I moved forward, my cock leading the way. Mom spread her legs, and the light from her lamp gleamed across her slit. As I stopped beside her bed, I glanced at her paperback book, the title reading Mother with the Hots. It looked old.

"I ordered it off the internet," Mom said, her voice low and hungry, "along with some other classics. I shipped them overnight. Your father doesn't know about them."

"Did it make you wet?" I asked, glancing at Dad before looking at my mother in her eyes.

"Dripping wet," Mom said, reaching between her legs to bracket her pussy folds with her fingers. As I stared at her twat, Mom pulled her hands to the side, slowly opening her dewy lips to my eyes. "Find out for yourself."

I reached down for her pussy, and as I did, Mom lifted her right hand and took my cock in her fingers, just below my corona. I bit back a moan as her touch buzzed my knob with pleasure.

"You can moan," Mom said. "Your father won't wake up."

"How do you know?" I whispered--remembering what my father had said about himself.

I moved my right hand between my mother's open thighs with my fingers pressed together and my palm facing her muff. I moved forward, cupping her wet sex and parting her inner lips with my middle finger. Tender warmth and slippery softness greeted my touch, then the doughy softness of her pink insides enveloped my digit.

"Uh!" Mom moaned, exaggerating the loudness of her pleasure.

I froze and looked at my dad. He continued to sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the blankets, his eyes closed, and his expression calm beneath the darkness shrouding his body.

"See?" Mom asked, stroking my cock. "He won't wake--ooh!"

I had slid my ring finger into my mother's cunny without warning, giving her a little payback for scaring me. I held her pussy bowling-ball style, and she turned her hips in small circles, rolling her pussy against my digits.

"Baby," Mom whispered, squeezing my cock hard. "Mommy likes that." She licked her lips as she jerked me down to my balls. "You can be rough with me if that's how you want to take me."

"Mom," I moaned as she continued to slide her fingers around my cock. I curled my fingers within her channel, rubbing her G-stop with every withdrawal, then corkscrewing them back into her creamy cunny channel with each inward stroke. After a few thrusts into her clam, I pressed my thumb against her pink nub, forcing a hiss from her lungs as she pumped her pussy onto my fingers.

"Come closer," Mom said. "Put your dick in my mouth."

She tugged on my junk, and I stepped closer to the headboard, stopping against her nightstand. Mom scooted down the bed, still holding my dick, her pussy taking my fingers to their last knuckles. I moaned as her breath washed over my knob. We had to bend a little, but Mom's lips found my crown, pressing against my hot flesh and opening wide so her tongue could lick my piss slit.

I shivered, whispering with a tremor in my voice, "Mom, do we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmm," Mom moaned, taking my cock into her mouth. Her cheeks widened, and her tongue swished around the underside of my glans, circling my corona. She pulled her lips from my cockhead and licked the left side of my shaft down to my balls.

"Do we, Mom?"

Mom took my sack into her mouth, creating a tingling sensation in my balls that exploded through my body. I pressed harder on her clit, her little, squishy button rolling in the wetness between her upper pussy lips. Mom licked the right side of my shaft, not stopping until she held the bottom of my mushroom tip on the surface of her tongue.

"I thought you were here to take me," Mom said, her voice thick and muffled due to my cock resting on her tongue.

"Dad won't wake up?"

"He won't," Mom said with her tongue full of dick meat and her fingers still around my prick's shaft. I looked her in the eyes. Mom slowly jerked my cock, her emerald greens burning with a sensual intensity.

Groaning as Mom tried to take my cock into her mouth, I pulled my hips back as I slid my right arm under her knees. Mom chased my meat, sputtering when I managed to pop my knob from between her lips and push my left arm under her shoulders. With a shaky breath, I lifted her naked body from the bed, turned toward her bedroom door, and walked forward, leaving my father alone in his bed so that I could lose my virginity to my mother.