It Started with the Floorsbyalwayswantedto©
"It's so warm in here," she said softly, a minute later, and undid the top two buttons on her dress. She snuggled into me, "Whew, shopping really tired me out."
I kissed the top of her head, "Just rest, Mom." She settled in closer, and tried to pull her feet up close to rest on the edge of the couch instead of the table. I reached down and undid two more buttons for her. If she'd stood up, her dress would have been undone from the bottom up to her belly and from the top down to her waist. She had only three buttons left holding her dress together. "Thanks, baby," she murmured, and snuggled in closer to me.
"Stretch your legs out on the couch and have a nap." She didn't say anything, so I slid my arm under legs and lifted her around parallel to the couch. I made sure her dress slid up to her hips before stretching her legs out. I started to undo the remaining buttons on her dress. She didn't open her eyes, or move to stop me.
"Are you going to have a little look, dear?"
"Yes," I said without pausing, moving straight on to the next button.
"Ok," she answered softly, "I'm going to rest, I'm so tired."
Undoing the last button, I pulled her dress fully apart, baring her tummy and chest which wasn't covered by anything. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and jutting into the air. I moved my hand over them, letting my palm gently caress and bend the nipple of each tit. She didn't admonish me for touching her, so I pinched her nipple between my fingers and tugged, rolling it gently back and forth. Her breath quickened. She arched her back slightly and smiled, "Do you like that, Dougie?"
"Yes, Mom. Do you?"
"Yes," she replied, turning her head toward me, eyes still closed, inhaling sharply as I tugged harder on her nipple. I continued to play with her tits, kneading them and pulling her nipples until they were fully extended, then I leaned down and took her left tit into my mouth, sucking the nipple back hard.
"Oh, Doug, Doug, Doug," she cried, hoarsely, but she didn't try to stop me. When she put her hands on my head, she kept it in place, her fingers curling in my hair. I slid my hand down her pulsing tummy toward her snatch until it came to rest lightly cupping her mound. I continued to suck her tits. "Oh, Doug, oh Dougie, oh Doug," she kept saying over and over. I started moving my finger sideways across her pussy lips, digging into her. I could tell from her very ragged breathing that she really liked this. I slipped my fingers under her panties and quickly resumed. She arched her back up, causing my mouth to envelop her whole tit. She coated my fingers, moving her legs apart. I raised my head to look at her. She was stunning, eyes closed, face flushed. She turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me. I formed a small cock with my three middle fingers and pushed it into her cunt. Her face scrunched up, her mouth opening into a big 'O'.
I moved up toward her, grasped the back of her hair with my left hand, pushing her knees up to her chest with my shoulder, keeping my right hand in her. I stared down at her and started working my fingers in and out of her, grinding and twisting them into her cunt.
"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," she started saying over and over. I kept working her pussy until she flooded my fingers. She went still. I stood up and shucked my t-shirt and started unbuckling my jeans.
"No, Doug, you can't," she said. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
"I'm just going to rub against you Mom," I said, gasping for breath, desperately pushing my jeans down over my legs, kicking them off.
"Ok, baby, but just rubbing." She closed her eyes and opened her legs to welcome me.
With her eyes closed, I shucked my undies before climbing between her legs and quickly pressed my cock against her panties. Her eyes opened. I started humping furiously against her. "No, keep your undies on," she complained, sounding panicked.
"It's too late," I cried, grinding at her pussy. In less than a minute, I leapt up over her breasts and leaned my knees against the couch arm on either side of her head, dangling my cock over her face. She was surprised and not sure what to make of this. "I can't mess the couch, Mom," I said, "I can't get it on the floor," and pressed my cock to her lips. I could see comprehension dawn on her face, and then resistance. "Hurry," I said, "I can't wait!" I pushed harder. Her lips opened and I shoved my cock into her mouth.
I just held it there, expecting to come right away, but I didn't. I think the shock of being in her mouth stopped me from coming. I don't know how else to explain it. I started to work it in and out of her mouth slowly. Fuck, this was unbelievable. I was fucking my Mom's face. I reached down and held her head. She couldn't move back but she could have twisted sideways to pop me out. I moved back and forth slowly, trying to push in a little more each time. When she gagged, I pulled right out and waited, then pushed in until she gagged again. I fucked her mouth, pulling out, rubbing my cock on her face, then pushing back in. Finally, I came in her mouth, spurting wildly. As her throat backed up, refusing to take anymore. I pulled out and squirt the rest of my spunk on her face.
I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. I knew she'd be mad. She caught up to me as I was washing my cock in the sink and let me have it.
"But I had to Mom, I couldn't come all over the couch. And you were choking at the end, I had to pull out," I pleaded with her to forgive me.
"Yes, I was choking," she said almost absently, her eyes glued to my cock as I was cleaning it. Her eyes followed my hand as I soaped my cock, slowly squeezing the ring formed by my palm and fingers up and down.
"You're bigger than your father, she said in a small voice.
"Yeah?" I said, cleaning in longer strokes now, feeling myself harden. "Much bigger, Mom?" I asked, turning it toward her.
"Yes, I think so," she said, keeping her eyes on it.
"Does it feel bigger?" I grabbed her hand and closed it around my cock, just below the head. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but I held in there. "Is it bigger, Mom?" I whispered.
"Jack me, Mom. I need it," I begged her, "Please, Mom."
There was no sign of her anger as she slowly pumped my cock. After a few minutes I put my hand on her shoulder and gently pressed her onto her knees in front of me. I brought my cock close to her face and pushed the head into her mouth. She didn't resist. I reached down, grasped both sides of her head, and started to fuck her face again. When I was near, I rasped, "On your face, Mom. I want to mark you. I want to mark you," and groaning loudly, I pulled out and spurted all over her face for the second time that day, for the second time in my life. I pressed her tightly against my cock, "Oh god, Mom, I love you, I love you."
When my cock softened, I pulled her up to her feet and hugged her. She was still wearing her dress, open all down the front. "We'd better clean up before Dad gets home," I said.
"Yes," she said and turned woodenly to go downstairs. She seemed to be in shock.
"No, Mom. You clean up here," I said, turning her toward the sink, "I'll take care of downstairs."
Dinner was interesting that night. After our last encounters, Mom had acted as if nothing had happened. But now, she seemed distracted. Once, while Dad's attention was drawn away as he tried to listen to something on the news, I caught Mom looking at me. I turned my eyes down, to my crotch, and slowly slid my gaze back to capture her eyes. Her face turned beat red. As Dad turned his attention back to the table, she sprang up, spinning away from him and quickly headed to the far counter where she fussed with some dishes until her blush subsided.
I was surprised, yet elated at the sense of power that welled up in me. I had unsettled my Mom. I was in control. Dinner over, Dad left for the living room to watch the rest of the news. I grasped Mom's hand as she rose to follow him, holding her back. I stood and pulled her back with me until I was pressed against the far counter. I could hear Dad settling back into his lazy boy chair. I pulled her hands to my crotch.
"Stop it. Your Dad is right there, in the next room!" she rebuked me.
"He's in his chair. I can hear him if he gets up." I could see in her face she knew this to be true. Just touch it, Mom, that's all, just touch it for me." I easily held her hands there with one of mine since she didn't try to pull them away, while I undid the button on my jeans. "Unzip me and pull it out."
"No," she countered.
"Yes, Mom. I'll stop bugging you if you touch it. Just a quick touch and I'll leave you alone." I let go of her hands and used both of mine to pull my unbuttoned jeans apart, undoing the zipper. I quickly pulled the top of my undies down, freeing my hard cock, which sprang out toward her. "Touch it," I demanded.
She moved both of her hands in and squeezed my cock between her soft palms. "That's it," I said, "Hold it like that for a minute." I started to fuck into her improvised beaver. Her head tilted down, she watched me fuck her hands.
"Come see me tonight." She nodded her head. The situation, the power I felt, overwhelmed me. I came in her hands, spraying my spunk all over her apron. "Remember to come," I said, zipping up, and strode out of the room.
She didn't come that night, and she avoided me the next day. In the evening, I sulked in my room and didn't come downstairs until about 9 o'clock. Dad was reading some work papers and Mom was watching a movie. I sat on the couch at the opposite end from my Mom and started to watch the movie. Then I turned and just watched her. Her face started to blush.
I stretched my bare feet out and rested them against her thigh, then turned the left down and tried to dig my toes under her leg using my right to push against her hip, prying her left cheek off the couch just enough to let my left get under her thigh. Once there, I turned it outward, hooked the hem of her skirt, and dragged it up toward her pussy.
I slid my foot up between her legs until my instep was pressed against her pussy, wiggling against her panties. After a while, I pushed her cheek up again, and kept pushing, until she adjusted herself so her left side was cocked up, opening her backside to me a little. I used the access to slide the toes of my right foot into the crack of her ass, moving my big toe toward her pussy, slipping it under the little band at the bottom of her panties. I worked my big toe into the crevice between her pussy lips and started wiggling it there as I kept pressing my instep against her damp mound. I worked her pussy with small movements of my feet for a long time.
She became very wet. Her right hand clutched the arm of the couch while her left lay in her lap covering the top of her skirt. She stared intently at the TV even though only commercials were showing. Suddenly, she gripped my toe tightly, her thighs clamped my foot, and she convulsed her hips against my instep, soaking them both through a minute long series of intense, but necessarily muted vibrations. She tried to get up, but I held her in place with my feet. When I was ready, I got up, kissed my Mom on her cheek, and said goodnight to her and Dad. I went up to bed and locked my door.
She came that night, but not until very late, long after she and Dad had gone to bed. She knocked gently on my door and whispered my name. I didn't open it.
The next day was floor waxing day. I thought she wouldn't do it, but she came down, doffed her housecoat, and started to wax the floor. She was wearing the same slip she wore the first time. I kept studying as she worked her way toward me. I didn't stop when she neared, and ignored her when she joined me on the couch to rest. Eventually, she got up with an angry flourish and polished the floor. I left the house to go for a walk.
I didn't return until Dad was home. She gave me the cold treatment, but I ignored her. By dinner, she was softening, asking me if dinner was ok (she usually asked Dad this), asking me if she could pass me this or that. It was odd. I thought my Dad would notice, but he didn't. When dinner was over, and Dad left for the TV, Mom lingered behind instead of joining him. I didn't say anything. She just sat, appearing to be a little nervous. When she seemed about to speak, I said, "Why don't you start the dishes, Mom."
She looked startled, but busied herself loading the dishwasher. I just sat and watched her. When she finished, I said, "Wash the big stuff in the sink." She went to the sink and started to fill it. I got up and sauntered over, stopping directly behind her. I leaned in, not touching, and whispered in her ear. "Do you have panties on?"
"Yes." No hesitation, despite my shocking unsonlike question.
"Take them off and throw them in the garbage."
She reached up under her skirt, dragged her panties down her leg and over her feet, and tossed them unceremoniously into the garbage.
"Wash the pots," I said. After a minute, I whispered to her again, "Do you want me to touch you between your legs?"
"Yes," she replied meekly.
I slid my hand up under her skirt between her legs, caressing the inside of her thighs. I cupped her ass cheeks with my hand, then slid it down and forward, letting my fingers slide into the crevice between her pussy lips. She was already wet. I pressed my thumb between her cheeks against her little hole. "Come and see me tonight."
"I did last night, but you locked the door," she confessed.
"Come again tonight. When you're finished the dishes, go sit on the couch near Dad, and curl your sexy legs up beside you so I can see them."
I left. When I came downstairs, Mom was sitting on the couch with her legs curled up beside her. I joined her on the couch, my back against the opposite arm, and started to read a magazine. I reached my foot out, and pressed her feet out toward the front of the couch until they lay parallel to it. I waited until she looked over at me, then moved my eyes down to her skirt and back up to her face. She lifted herself and turned her hips toward the arm of the couch, lifting her left leg off the couch. She reached down with her left hand and slowly pulled her skirt up near the top of her thigh, baring her pantyless backside to my gaze. She turned back to the TV, her face flushed.
I watched her ass, legs and pussy through the next set of commercials. Then I extended my foot and slowly worked my toe up and into her pussy. I wiggled it there until the next commercial. When the movie resumed, I slid my left foot down and slid it in, moving my right toe back along her crack up to her little hole. I pressed it gently there while I wriggled the left about in her cunt. She started to seriously moisturize my walking instruments. I pulled back and stood up.
"I'm off to bed," I said, to my father's nod and Mom's distinctively miffed surprise. As I left the room, I turned and said, "Oh, Mom, I forgot. You wanted me to show you how to use the photo program tonight. Can you come up now? I don't want to be up too late."
"It's too late to get started on that now, Doug," Mom replied. Then, rethinking in response to my 'look', she said, "Well, maybe you can get me started on the basics."
Mom followed me up the stairs. I was waiting a few feet down the hallway when she reached the top. She paused when she saw me, turned to look back at Dad, and then back at me. I gestured for her to raise her skirt. She lifted the front, slowly, until her pussy was in view. She smiled and started walking slowly, seductively, toward me. I held my hand low in front of me, turned up and toward her in a cup formation. She walked right up to me, raised herself a little, and slid her pussy onto my hand. I ground my palm around on her mound.
"Is that for me?" I asked.
I whispered, "Fuck my hand with MY pussy." She began to hunch her pelvis against me on my hand, her juice basting my palm. I grasped her hair with my left hand and gently turned her face to the side. I whispered in her ear, "Say fuck, Mom. Say it."
"Fuck," she said, then again, "fuck fuck fuck," in quick succession.
I dragged her back and into my room, both of us careful not to let her pussy slide off my hand. I swiveled her around, pushing the door closed with my shoulder. "Do you like it when I touch your cunt?"
"Say, touch my cunt."
"Touch my cunt," she said and started vigorously rubbing it against my hand. "Touch my cunt, Dougie."
I walked her back to my bed, pausing to insert several fingers up into her. I started frigging her. She was gasping in rasping breaths. I pushed her back on the bed, lifting her hips up high, her loose skirt falling to the sides, and her legs splaying lewdly back over her head. I pried her pussy apart and slipped all the fingers of my right hand into her hole, working them in deeply before twisting slowly back and forth. I set the thumb of my left hand onto her anus, then lowered my head and flicked my tongue back and forth over it as I worked her cunt. She came hard, clenching at my hand. When I pulled them away, her ass was actually quivering, and her pelvis was making involuntary fuck movements.
I walked around to the far side of the bed, dropped my jeans and pulled her to me until her head lay just over the edge. I knelt down against the edge of the bed and pushed my cock into her mouth. I started to fuck her face. God if my father walked in now! I really worked her mouth. She was making slurpy, gurgling noises, coating my steel hard prick with saliva. I found I could work it deep into her, gently, and see it pulse in her throat. Fucking unreal. I came in her mouth. I didn't come on her face, I was too enthralled with her throat. Some dribbled onto her face anyway when I pulled out. I collapsed onto the bed beside her.
She lay there, exhausted, oblivious to the fact the door was unlocked and my Dad could walk in at any moment. We lay there for what seemed forever, but was probably only ten minutes, lost in our own thoughts about what had happened tonight and earlier today. I was the first to stir. I grasped her legs at the ankles and twisted her onto her tummy, then I shuffled forward and lifted her hips, raising her ass to me. I slipped my cock down between her ass cheeks and started probing for her cunt.
She yanked away, twisting around to sit on her lovely ass. "No, Doug, you can't!"
"Yes, Mom. I'm going to fuck you." I tried to pull her legs apart.
"No. Your father's right downstairs. We can't." She drew her legs in tight. "We'll get caught."
Reason started to resurface in my head. Perhaps because of the realization that she'd said 'we' would get caught. I interpreted this as acknowledgement that we would fuck, just not now.
"I want to see you tonight, Mom. Come to my room, or go downstairs after Dad's asleep. If you don't, I'll come and get you."
"We'll see, Dougie. I need to think. I just can't handle this right now. I need to think." She sprang past me and was out the door.
She couldn't possibly think we were going to go back to that. There was no way. I was determined to fuck her, I had to have her. I had momentum. If I lost it, this might be all I ever got.
I fell asleep. At 3:am I woke up and went to my parents' bedroom door. It was closed, which was unusual. She wasn't coming. I knocked lightly on the door. "Dad?"
No response. I knocked gently again, "Dad?" I whispered, a little louder.
"Your Dad's sleeping," my Mother whispered.
"I need to talk to Dad."
"Stop it. You're going to wake him up".
"I don't care," I whispered defiantly.
"Yes, you do."
Suddenly it dawned on me that the whispers weren't coming from the other side of the door. I turned my head toward the stairs. There, at the top, stood the shadowy figure of my Mom.