Mom’s worry 28

"Like I said," I said, standing, "I've been doing my research. I'm gonna let you finish showering. Then I'm gonna let you get ready for me. When you are, text me; I'll be downstairs."

"What about your cock?" Jenna asked, looking at my swollen prick. "Don't you want me to help you with that big guy?"

"You're so cute." I smiled. "You'll help me later. I want to save my first big nut of the night for you."

"We're not going to use condoms, right?"

I laughed and said, "No fucking way. See you in about half an hour?"

Jenna nodded her head, then said, "Maybe forty-five minutes. Maybe ten. I don't know. I'm going to hurry up."

I stepped out of the shower, thinking, Sure you will, as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom's closet and dried off before heading to my room.

* * * * *

Jenna was still in the shower by the time I had dressed, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs with my dick half-hard without a hint of it growing softer. Half an hour had passed since Jenna had stepped into the house. I found Mom on the couch, wearing loose, lavender boyshorts and a buttoned-up pajama shirt, both made of glossy satin. She had her hair tied in a bun, and she was alone, watching TV with the sound on low. Mom watched me walk downstairs from her usual spot on the back couch. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my missing father. I didn't see him, nor could I hear him in the kitchen or the game room that we never used.

"Where's Dad?" I asked.

"Problem?" Mom turned on the couch, bringing her legs up and resting her back against the armrest as she looked over the couch at me.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Where's Dad?"

"He took a pill and three quick shots," Mom said. "He's sleeping by now."

"Jenna's getting ready for me," I said. "I'm giving her time to put on her makeup, her panties, and a special outfit that her mother helped her pick out for tonight."

Mom raised an eyebrow.

"Probably a nightie or a teddy," I said, my cock growing with each word and easily visible to my mother's eyes. "Nothing like what you wear for me."

"What you make me wear for you," Mom whispered.

"Oh, yeah," I said, stopping beside her and placing my hands on the top of the couch's backrest. "What I make you wear." I looked down at Mom. My eyes roamed over her body as my tented shorts peeked over the back of the couch. "I'm gonna make you do something else before I go back upstairs."

"Yeah?" Mom swallowed, her throat rippling. "What's that?"

I smiled....

"Uh, uh, uh--fuck--uh!"

My mother grunted her moans into the pillow between her teeth. Jenna was upstairs, in my room by now, trying on her clothes and putting on her makeup and getting ready to have sex for the first time. Dad was in his room with a sleeping pill coursing through his veins and whiskey warming his blood--nothing to worry about from him. Mom was with me, downstairs, completely naked, lying on her stomach and biting a couch pillow, so the moans my deep-digging cock forced from her throat didn't wake the neighborhood.

I lay atop my mother, still clothed, my shorts pushed below my ass and balls as I fucked her hard in the prone position, raising my butt into the air and then driving my dick back into her juicy pussyhole. Wet sounds squished with each thrust, almost overpowering the volume of the TV, which I had turned up to cover our fuck sounds. I had sent a text to Jenna, telling her that my mother had turned up the TV--in case we got too loud--and I told Jenna to text me as soon as she was ready for me. She promised she would.

"Uh, fuck, uh, uh, uh--fuck!" Mom continued grunting, never releasing the pillow from her mouth.

The plop, plop, plop noises of my hips slapping Mom's ass came several seconds apart. I wasn't fucking my mother fast, just hard, reminding her that her pussy belonged to me and always would. That was the point I was trying to get across, and I hoped my mother understood it.

"That's right, Mom," I panted in her ear. "Take it. Take my dick. Oh, fuck, take your son's dick."

"Mmm, mmm, fuck," Mom whimpered.

I pushed deep into her creamy muff, my left hand around her throat and my right atop her head as though I had to hold her in place. I ground my hips against her tender butt cheeks, feeling my cock up in her guts, her wet muscles gripping me tightly--creating a wet friction that had my mushroom tip tingling.

"I need you to come," I whispered, licking my mother's ear. "I need to save my nut for Jenna, but I want you to come on my dick before I make my girlfriend suck it."

"Oh, god," Mom whined, my words sparking that dark flame within her.

"Reach between your legs." I thumped her pussy hard for half a dozen strokes. "Play with your clit and come for me. Be a good piece of pussy for your son." I moaned in her ear. "Give me your cum, Mom. Give your son your cum."

Mom's hand fought to get beneath her body and between her legs. I didn't let up, feeding her fuck-hole every inch of my thickness and pounding my prick through her wet insides. Mom shut her eyes. I let go of her throat and slid my left hand down to her ass, cupping her soft cheek and caressing the firm muscles beneath her skin. Mom's whimpers picked up, her pussy creaming all over my pole and tightening around my shaft with a rippling grip.

"Come, Mom," I whispered. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for your incest-loving son, you sexy slut."

"God!" Mom clenched her jaw and came, her pussy walls wrapping around my dick, attempting to crush my swollen shaft with its tightness. My mother trembled beneath me, her butt shaking and her hips struggling to rise. I kept myself pressed hard against her, flexing my dick and filling every last bit of available space within her cunny to the brim. By the time Mom had finished coming, I was ready to come, and the sexy slut reached further between her legs, stretching her arm and opening her hand as she found my balls and caressed them with her delicate fingers.

"God damn it," I gasped, breathless as my entire body shook and poured an extra thick helping of jizz up my mother's cooze. I gave her so much cum that my sticky seed spilled from her pussy even as her little lips sucked on my shaft.

"Thank you, baby," Mom said, breathing hard. "Mommy needed that so much."

I pushed myself up on my arms and pulled my hips back, watching my softening cock slip from my mother's cum-filled clam. My dick hit her thighs, and I plopped it between her ass cheeks. Getting to my knees, I squeezed Mom's butt and used the next several minutes to wipe my prick clean on her booty, then I grabbed her shorts and used those to give my cock one last wipe.

"After I exhaust Jenna, I'm coming down here to see you tonight," I said, getting up from the couch and pulling up my shorts. "I'm going to make you lick her pussy juice off my cock."

"You nasty, nasty boy," Mom said, sounding exhausted. "The things you make me do...."

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered, leaning over her and pressing my lips to her cheek. "Because of you, your one-day daughter-in-law is going to have the experience of a lifetime." I gave her pear-shaped ass several soft, good-girl pats and deep squeezes.

The corner of Mom's lips pulled into a smile.

I grabbed my phone and went upstairs, stopping in my hallway bathroom to rinse the scent of sex from my body. Just because I wanted Jenna to taste my mother's cum on my cock didn't mean I was dumb enough to make her... yet.

* * * * *

I'm ready for you, Daddy, Jenny texted me nearly ten minutes after my shower. And I've set up my phone and your webcam to record us. Come get your little girl's virgin cunny.

I read the text while standing outside my bathroom, not far from my room, and for the first time that night, my heart jolted into a trot. What had happened to all of my new confidence? I walked to my door, my cock growing to a full, hanging thickness on the verge of turning to steel. Jesus, was I normal, or was I blessed with a magic cock? I was like a guy in a porn story, always hard with a sack full of cum dangling below his rod. If my vigor ever ended, I was bound to fall into a deep depression I would probably never be able to crawl out from under.

I stopped thinking about silly things as soon as my fingers touched my doorknob. I turned it, pushed the door open, and heard the soft sounds of instrumental strings as I stepped inside. Jenna had dimmed my lights to a soft, golden glow augmented by several candles that gave off the scent of lavender as the flames licked away at their waxy bodies.

"Nice," I said, closing the door behind me. "You look beautiful."

She did, standing in front of my bed, wearing a pink peekaboo teddy made of lace and sheer silk that hugged her body like a leotard. She wore pink stockings with bright white welts stamped with pink roses. White garters connected her stockings to her V-cut bodice, and when she spun, she revealed an oval cutout on the back of her panties that showed off the crack of her bubbly, teen ass.

Jesus, I thought, kinda like Mom's lingerie. My cock went from semi-hard to full-blown steel, filling with excitement so fast that a small groan rumbled through my throat.

"Your mom helped you pick that out?" I asked when Jenna had completed her spin. The teddy wasn't all, though; her makeup made her beauty glow, adding five years of maturity to her features and giving me a glimpse of the woman she'd become.

She smiled, her red lipstick making her full lips even fuller. "Classy, yet sexy," Jenna whispered. "Mom isn't like Dad. She knows what a girl wants." Jenna winked, adding in a sing-song voice: "What a girl needs."

"Record us with your phone, too," Jenna said. "Over there."

I turned my head, where she had set up a camera mount to my left that I hadn't noticed because of her beauty. I walked to it, set my camera on it, and looked through the viewfinder until I had the frame centered on my bed, then I hit record. I looked at Jenna and said, "I feel underdressed."

"I think you're overdressed."

I smiled, my hands crossing and grabbing the hem of my shirt. I pulled upward, the movement causing my back to arch and my chest to expand, flexing my muscles in a way I knew Jenna loved. I tossed the shirt aside and pushed my shorts down, freeing my cock in one smooth motion. The big guy bobbed upward, thick and ready for fucking, and already throbbing with the desire to feel the heat between Jenna's virgin pussy lips.

"Mmm," Jenna moaned. "You look so fucking delicious when you're naked." She nibbled her lower lip for a second. "That big cock looks so yummy." She smiled with a shy pull to her lips and a forward head tilt. "Can I taste it?"

"Are you ready for that?" I asked, my cock twitching.

"Yeah," Jenna whispered. "I've been waiting to taste that dick for so long."

"How long?" I walked closer to her, my cock swinging as my hands rose and came to rest on her arms.

"Since forever," Jenna whispered.

"That's not a bad thing," I said.

Jenna shook her head. "No, it's not."

I lowered my head, and Jenna rose onto her toes, meeting my lips halfway. During our kiss, I turned our bodies sideways to the bed, sliding downward and taking her with me. My nakedness caused goosebumps to rise across my skin as my sack hung in the open air for a moment before coming to rest against my inner thighs as I sat. Jenna followed, climbing onto the bed with her knees, her hands finding my chest and pushing me onto the mattress.

"I'm just going to get your cock wet for my little pussy," Jenna whispered as she smiled at me. "I need it between my legs too fucking much to suck you off completely."

I groaned, lying back on my pillows so I could look across my nude body as my girlfriend polished my knob and gobbled down my shaft.

Jenna traced the lines of my muscles as she straddled my thighs, keeping her pussy away from my vertical shaft. She bent over, planting kisses on my chest, licking around my areolas, and flicking the tip of her tongue against my stiff nipples. Her firm tummy pressed into my dick, and then the bottom of her breasts caressed my cock as she continued to plant her lips along my body. She licked my abs and belly button, kissed my treasure trail, and feathered my waist with her tongue as her hands stroked my skin. My dick rested between her tits, pointing downward and straining to rise as her full breasts kept it pinned against my thighs. I moaned several times, and every time I did, Jenna nibbled on my skin, paying close attention to my muscles.

"I'm dripping with precum," I whispered.

"Yummy," Jenna said, moving her head to my right and resting her cheek against my thigh. She gazed at my cock, reaching up with her right hand and cupping my balls. Her left hand slid down to my ass cheek, grasping the curve of my backside.

"You're so hard everywhere," she whispered, her breath finding my cock, "except for here." She rolled my sack, her fingers gentle on my balls as the warmth from her palm relaxed the ache throbbing beneath my wrinkled flesh.

"Oh, that's nice," I sigh-moaned, drawing out the last word. "So fucking nice. You make me tingle all over.."

"Yeah?" Jenna said in a teasing voice. "What does this make you feel?"

Her tongue pressed against my sack, where it connected with my shaft, and she licked upward with a sideways raise of her head. I moaned. Jenna licked downward on my cock, bringing another moan from my lungs. She moved lower and over the tops of my thighs, her lace and silk-covered breasts touching my skin as her tongue swished along my sack.

"Good," I whispered, trembling. "That feels really fucking good."

Jenna laughed. I could hear her smile. She took hold of my cock with her right hand, moving it out of her way as her mouth danced around the base of my dick, her tongue washing my hard flesh with some saliva that she brushed toward my knob. She licked the length of my cock, then the long, thick, dorsal vein running along the underside of my shaft, and finally running the flat of her tongue around the corona circling my crown.

"Yeah, oh, yeah," I moaned.

Jenna licked upward, brushing her tongue across the spongy tip of my prick, the heat from her mouth dampening my crown as she licked me like a lollipop. Pushing on my inner thighs, Jenna forced me to spread them as she lifted her knees and knelt between my legs, her body in the Child's Pose yoga position. She cradled my balls with her left hand while she stroked my thick, saliva-wet shaft with her right hand. She jerked me off from the base of my cock to its neck, her tongue swirling around my glans and collecting the precum that her cock-stroking pumped from my nuts.

"Suck it, baby," I whispered, tightening my ass and forcing my cock toward her mouth. "Give me that mouth."

"Ha," Jenna laugh-breathed. "What mouth?" She licked her lips. "This mouth?" A full, wet, umm, sound followed as she opened her lips wide and swallowed my knob.

"Yeah," I breathed. "That naughty mouth."

I tried hard not to think of my mother as the heat of Jenna's oral-hole billowed over my cock. Mom had experience, knowledge, and practice--she was a completely different woman than Jenna, the Teenager. The difference, outside of technique, was that this was Jenna, someone I had thought would give me my first blowjob, and in a way, with her inexperience and tentative mouth, she was. She didn't gobble my cock down the way my mother could. Jenna went by feel--testing my reactions and easing herself onto my pole half an inch at a time. She gagged sooner than Mom ever had and laughed at the amount of spit that fell from her lips as she did.

"Is it good?" Jenna asked in a quiet, mousy tone.

"Worth the wait and then some," I whispered, looking down into her eyes. "You don't have to stop."

Jenna smiled, then gave me a grin as she tilted her head in that sarcastic oh, really kind of way. But she went back to work, and my cock thanked her by spitting up a healthy glob of clear, cummy liquid that she was sure to taste.

"Mmm," she moaned as she rolled her tongue around my shaft, swinging it left to right and around the sides of my prick, not letting her mouthful of dick keep her from swirling her tongue around my glans.

My thick knob bumped the roof of her mouth and slid against the velvety texture of her tongue. I poked her cheek as she turned her head. My knob followed her cheek back to her throat, hitting her uvula--she gagged, sputtering spit onto my cock--and my sexy little girl tried to take down more of my dick despite her gagging. She gagged again when my tip found her throat-hole just beyond the downward slope of her tongue.

"Ah-umph," Jenna gagged, pulling off my cock, but jerking it quickly. She wiped her eyes, her mascara running, and a double handful of precum shot up from my cock slit.

"You're going to make me come if you keep gagging," I said.

"I like watching girls gag." Jenna sat. "It's sexy." She looked down at my cock. "Do you want me to try again, or are you ready for my pussy?"

I lifted my hand right hand and brushed the side of her cheek. "What are you ready for?" I asked, sliding my thumb across her lips before pulling my hand away.

"I want your cock inside me." Her cheeks turned pinker beneath her makeup as the flickering of candlelight danced across her flesh. "Inside my pussy."

"Okay." I licked my lips. "I'll take care of you."

I put my hands on Jenna's waist. She rested her palms on my shoulders. We leaned into each other as our lips pressed together, then I fell back, taking Jenna with me and running my hands over her lace and silk teddy, the fabric sending goosebumps up my arms and tightening my balls. Jenna fell atop me, her breasts pushing into my chest, and I ran my hands down to her ass, my fingers resting beyond the oval cutout in her onesie's panties, their tips slipping into the crack of her ass. I squeezed her firm butt cheeks, pulled her buns apart, pushed them together, apart and together, my fingers dipping deeper into the heat nestled within her rear cleft.

"Do you want to be on top?" I asked.

Jenna shook her head and slid to the side, her body rubbing my cock and pulling it to the left. I followed her turn, moving above her and sliding legs between hers. My prick hung above her mound, and I pushed my knees up as far as I could. Jenna had to drape the backs of her thighs over my thighs, which opened her pussy even more for me, her cunny pushing upward as though eager for a taste of my dick.

I ran my hands up Jenna's body, cupping the underside of her breasts, squeezing them, then lowering my head to take her left nipple in my mouth. The lace rubbed against my tongue, and my saliva soaked the threads making up her bodice. Jenna moaned, and I moved to her other breast, licked and sucked, nibbled and chewed, then I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms, tugging until I freed her tits and trapped her elbows close to her body.

"Oh, baby," Jenna moaned as I took her nipple into my mouth again. "Mmm, Daddy."

My cock jumped. I knew what Jenna meant when she said Daddy, and maybe one day, I could tell her what I pretended she meant when she called me Daddy.

I moved down her body, taking her teddy with me. My tongue traced the circle of her navel; dipped inside, making her stomach wave. I left her skin wet, kissed her sides, and slid my hands down to her ass after bunching her teddy around her waist. I kissed the edges of her mound, planting my lips against the cut of her muff-triangle outlined by her thighs. She tasted of strawberry and vanilla, hints of herbs, and whatever else her expensive lotions had blended into her skin. Growling, I had to breathe deeply to keep myself from devouring her body the way I would my mother's.