Mom’s worry 19

"Oh, god," I whispered, my words trembling.

"Fuck me, baby," Mom moan-spoke, her words strained and focused, as if the amount of dick meat buried within her silky channel was making it hard for her to think. "Fuck me, Mark. Make us come with your incest-cock."

"Fuck, Mom, I need to read those god damn books you ordered," I said, bracing my palms on either side of her shoulders and pushing my body upward as my spine arched inward, keeping my groin pressed tightly to my mother's crotch.

"Those are my words, baby," Mom said, pumping her pussy onto my cock again. "The way you fuck me makes me say them."

I pulled my hips back, sliding my cock through my mother's tunnel, my knob's corona rubbing her pussy walls. I stopped when my tip lay buried within the shallowest portion of her little, pink hole. Taking a moment to enjoy my mother's wetness before I dipped my wick back into her yummy cunny, I flexed my cock, swirled my hips, and humped my prick back into the softness between my mother's thighs.

"Uh," Mom grunted.

Out.

"Ah," Mom sighed.

In.

"Uh," Mom grunted again.

Out and in, sigh and grunt, we created a rhythm between us that grew in tempo, then calmed, then grew, then calmed, my mother's pussy making kissing sounds whenever I pumped my prick between her lips. When I sped up, her little titties bounced, and when I slowed down, Mom was able to move her hips in concert with mine. I fucked her harder, pinning her to the bed, and I fucked her slowly as I lowered my lips to hers, our tongues dancing.

The longer we fucked, the harder Mom breathed, her panting driving me forward and feeding my desire for release. My bed creaked, the headboard slammed against the wall. Mom cheered me on with the pleasure-filled twitches of her lips and the quivering expressions that crossed her features. The grip of her cunny tunnel caressed me, and the soft cries that escaped her lungs spurred my hips to faster speeds. If I could have stopped time, I would have stayed inside my mother forever. Mom had a liquid treasure made of sin between her legs, and it bathed my cock in ecstasy. I came sooner than I had wanted to, with Mom matching my rhythm stroke for stroke as her skin turned a deep shade of sunset pink.

A throbbing sensation in my mother's pussy broke through my euphoria, letting me know that her orgasm was coming, followed by a hot, intense heat and a wash of creamy nectar. Mom's breasts heaved with her breathing, and high-pitched whimpers escaped her mouth. Her nipples seemed to constrict to a diamond-like hardness as they rubbed against my pectorals.

Above her, sliding into her, my knob pushing her walls apart with each stroke, the movements making my entire body tingle, my own orgasm began to break free. First in my thighs, then my balls, the soon-to-be tidal wave of pleasure rolled along the surface of my glans and flowed into my shaft, warming my heart and making my hairs stand on end. I was close. We both were. I braced my knees on the bed as I curled my arms around my mother's shoulders, and I rammed her pussy hard.

"Fuck," we moaned together, "shit, uh, uh, uh, oh, ooh, uh, fuck, I'm gonna come, gonna come, oh, god, you bastard--I'm coming!"

Mom's voice, my voice, everything blurred into one sound as Mom's pussy lips clamped down on my shaft, and her inner muscles hugged me as though they never intended to let me go. She threw her legs around my waist, locking her ankles below my ass and pulling me into her snatch as hard as she could, the little muscles in her thighs straining hard against my body. Within me, my world exploded. My balls constricted, my shaft swelled, and a river of cum filled my cock, every inch of it buzzing with the pleasure that I poured into my mother's cum-soaked cunny.

We held each other, her pubic hairs rubbing against my trimmed curls, my balls resting against her asshole. She grabbed my face, pulling my mouth to hers, and as my cum pooled within her guts, she slipped her tongue beyond my lips and made love to my mouth.

By the time our orgasms had ended, and Mom had another one right after her first, we were breathing hard and holding each other close. My cock softened after a time, slipping from her pussy and pulling out a thick wad of cream that dripped down to her asshole. I rolled to the side, grabbing one of Mom's hands, and together, we drifted off to sleep for a short time.

I woke later, in the dark, though the light had been on when I had fallen asleep. I wasn't alone. Something wet and soft slid against the underside of my shaft, pinning it to my abdominals with a gentle yet persistent pressure.

Above me, my mother panted, her breath falling in soft, huh, huh, huh, sounds. It sounded as if she had been doing this for a while. I didn't move. The memory of her fucking my father while he lay passed out spun through my mind. Maybe this is what makes her cream, I thought as my heartbeat rose, sparking a deep heat beneath my chest.

Mom continued pushing her pussy against my dick. I felt her soft folds spread over my shaft, the thick vein running along its length, finding my mother's slit and slipping into her crease. Every time she paused to rub her love nub against my member or glans, she released soft whines, her breath catching between each soft turn of her cunny across my crown. My breathing deepened, though if she knew that I had awakened, she said nothing, seeming happy to molest my cock in the darkness of my room.

Pressing down on my dick with her pussy and her knees spread put most of Mom's weight on my prick. The weight forced her slot to squeeze my shaft, compressing my thickness and causing a faint ache to pulse across my length. Mom leaned forward, easing some of the pressure as she placed her hands on my chest. She dug her fingers into my muscles, rolling her thumbs over my nipples and following that with something that made me gasp--she lowered her lips to my left nipple and took it into her mouth as her hair fell about my chest.

She licked me, pinched me, swirled her tongue around my areola, and she nibbled my pebbled nub, creating a tightness that sent gossamer lines of pleasure through my body. I moaned when she switched nipples, and I sighed when she pushed herself upward, slid her fingers down my stomach and through my pubic hairs, and curled her fingers around my cock. She shook my prick, squeezing and trying to bend my shaft, causing my back to arch. She raised her ass from my thighs, standing on her knees, and holding my slippery meat by the neck. She held me still as she lowered her pretty pussy to my knob and sank her pretty peach onto the bluntness of my erection.

"Uh-huh," she moaned... and I sighed as her tender heat enveloped my crown.

Mom leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs above my knees as she pushed her pussy forward. My shaft strained at the base, and the pressure of her pussy bending my cock caused my balls to tighten. Thick pulses of desire cascaded through my length, pushing precum through my shaft and into my mother's twat. The muscles behind her pussy walls caressed my hardness. She wiggled her ass, nestling my balls against the bottom cleft between her butt cheeks as she sank her pussy all the way down my throbbing cock.

"Yeah," Mom sighed once her pussy flesh was hugging the base of my prick.

I moaned as Mom dug her knees into the bed and raised her hips, then she lowered her pussy along my cock, then raised her pussy, then lowered it, slipping and sliding and wetting my dick with her juices. Her ass slapped my thighs and balls, creating an obscene plop, plop, plop, sound as she used my cock for her pleasure. I hissed as she dug her fingers into my legs, and I couldn't stop myself as I placed my hands on her thighs, gripping her hard as she dropped her pussy onto my pole over and over again.

"Mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh," Mom whimpered as her ass slapped faster against my thighs. "Mmm, fuck, yeah, oh, god, that's a big dick, baby. That's a big dick for Mommy."

I wasn't on medication--Mom knew I was awake.

Mom rode me faster, harder, using my cock to satisfy every inch of her twat tunnel while my thickness spread her cunny walls without mercy. She changed the angle of her pussy strokes, the speeds, the depths, the softness and hardness of her thrusting hips. I paid attention to her movements and reactions, listening to her soft cries, her wild moans, her groans, her grunts, the changes in her breathing--I memorized every sound of pleasure that left her lips as she used my cock to make her pussy come.

"Thumb my clit," Mom whispered, her words rushed and fighting to break through her labored breathing. "Come on, Mark--oh, fuck--do Mommy a favor and thumb my clit." She whimpered. "Make Mommy come, baby. Make Mommy come hard."

I lifted my right hand, placing it on my mother's mound. Dampness covered her skin and pubic hair, and when my thumb slid over her slippery hood, I found her little jewel creamy with the same pussy juices that had saturated our groins.

Mom's little nub rolled beneath the tip of my thumb. She bucked harder against my cock when I squished her clit against her pubic bone, and she swung her hips in a wide, slutty circle when I swished her pearl from side to side. Mom's right hand swept up the inside my thigh, moving below her ass and cupping my balls, filling my sack with a light, airy tingle that danced across my skin. A buzzing started in my cock, intensifying as my mother--my motherfucking mother--matched her sack-fondling to my clit-caressing. Within a minute, the pleasure focused on my cock's head grew overwhelming. Mom's insides had melted, dripping her honey onto me with every pleasure-inducing ripple of her cunny muscles.

My body tensed in concert with my mother's. As I pressed down hard on her clit, swishing it from side to side, she pulled down on my sack while grinding her insides against my knob, creating an explosion within me that emptied my body of every last drop of jizz my balls could muster. I squeezed my ass, pushing my hips upward and forcing Mom into the air, my cock impaling her pussy and reaching into the warmth of her soft guts, searching for her heart.

"Jesus!" Mom cried out, coming loud and long, her hips moving back and forth in double time as her pussy rode my cock without mercy. Mom fell atop me after she came, kissing and licking my lips and mouth, my face, her primal actions drawing out the last of my incestuous sperm.

I didn't put up much of a fight when Mom crawled out of my bed and left my room. I grabbed my phone, checking the time, and my eyes widened when I saw that it was only midnight. That left us plenty of time to rest and recover. We'd be alone together tomorrow, mother and son, newly minted lovers.