Trapped in Paradise

I was now positive that Mom was enjoying what we were doing, and she wanted more. Forcefully, I had to restrain my cock from shooting its load inside my underwear. Mom wanted me inside her and she was ready for me. I knew she was!

I leisurely broke the kiss again. The time was ripe. My mother was ready for a nice fuck. I helped her lie down on the bed and gradually moved her nightgown towards her belly. Little by little her soft flesh was exposed to my hungry eyes and gradually her beautiful cunt was opened before my eyes, a little hot cunt between those creamy thighs, thickly covered with blonde fur. I lustfully gazed at my mother's beautiful cunt, its soft thick lips, its soft dense curly blonde hair and its soft moist opening, looking at me in a most tempting manner.

I looked at mom, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be dazed. I didn't know what she was expecting next. But, I wasn't interested in any preliminaries, no licking, no sucking; I just wanted to be inside that sweet looking pussy. I just wanted to feel the soft muscles of my mother's cunt squeezing and sucking my solid shaft.

Without further delay I removed my shorts and underwear. Once free from the restraints of my briefs, my rigid cock sprang to life. Jetting from my thick, curly pubic hair, my cock was hungrily gazing at my mother's delicious cunt, ready to explore those divine depths hidden behind a mask of thick blonde hair.

I grabbed my cock in my hand and guided its mushroomed head to her lascivious opening. As my cock head touched her outer pussy lips, I became aware of a gentle twitching in those rose petals opening up slowly to accept my invading organ. My cock was throbbing furiously, as it pressed against that most treasured pussy of my entire sex life. Gradually, I eased my cock head inside my mother's hot pussy.

She was tight, very tight; it could have been caused by lack of foreplay or her lack of practice for long. Very gently, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into that soft, narrow, clinging passage. My cock could feel her slippery wetness while moving inside those warm depths. Soon, the complete length of my cock was buried inside her pussy and my balls were pressed against the crack of her ass. My black curls were interlocked with her soft blonde ones.

It was euphoric to feel my fortunate cock being hugged in a most delightful manner by my own mother's tight pussy. I slowly eased myself comfortably between her open thighs and started a rhythmic in and out motion. I leaned over her body and put my hot lips back to her parted moist lips; again inserting my tongue inside her hot mouth. She started sucking keenly, then raised her lower abdomen slightly up to meet my approaching cock. Mom was slowly beginning to respond to my thrusting. I began to fuck her in a more rhythmic way; pulling my throbbing cock out of her tight cunt and then slowly sliding it back in.

Mom's responses were more avid now. She became wetter and better lubricated as I fucked. She was moaning lightly with my every plunge indicating her state of extreme physical and emotional pleasure. She was now lifting her hips with my every down thrust to help me reach her innermost depths. She was trying to meet my rhythmic humping in most adept manner, lifting her ass with my down stroke and then lowering her ass with my out moving cock. Suddenly, she put her legs across my back, clutching my ass. Our bodies were one now, moving up together and moving down together. Mom's wetness was now overflowing out of her cunt wetting our pubic hairs.

Soon mom started moving her ass harder and faster urging me to speed up the pace. I obliged her by increasing my tempo, pumping harder and faster into her dripping pussy. My cock was on fire, savoring every inch of delightful pussy that it was pounding. I was sure that Mom was rapidly reaching her orgasm. Her belly began humping harder; her vocal chords now emitting non stop muffled groans. My peak was not far either and with every thrust I too was grunting hard. I could hear the snowstorm raging outside our house and could feel another storm building right inside my balls.

At last, Mom gave a short scream, and her body stiffened up completely, her back arched and her hips in the air, her legs clutching my back tightly. She was trembling violently, and I could feel her pussy muscles shuddering and involuntarily releasing and gripping my cock. I could no longer control the tremendous pressure building within my balls. I plunged forward ramming my cock deep into her quivering cunt and spurt after spurt I released my hot seed into her receptive depths.

Finally my balls were empty. I had never come in such abundance, my cock juice filled her depths and the overflow was slowly moving through our mating bushes and to the bed down below. The storm was still raging outside, but the storm inside us had subsided, though temporarily. Finally, I collapsed over my mother’s body.

I was feeling very tired, perhaps due to the combined effect of the long journey and then the rigorous love session with my mom. I closed my eyes and rested my head at her side, my cock still inside her pussy. I didn't remember when I fell asleep and was only able to recall that my mother was trying to move my body away from her and a mild plop sound as my flaccid cock moved out of her cunt.

Chapter 2

Next day, when I woke up it was already well past nine. I had slept well. I found myself properly tucked in the quilt, which had kept me warm. Soon, the reality descended upon me and I realized I was still in my mother's bed. Whatever happened last night with mom felt like a dream, but the fact that I was in my mother's bed, I was completely naked and above all the dried stains on the bed sheets, which were soaked with our spending, made me believe that I did fuck my mom last night. Just thinking about the events of last night drove my sleeping cock to full erection.

I left the bed, went to the window and tried to see outside. The snowstorm had subsided, but now it was raining lightly. I looked at the enormous wilderness of white snow spread in front of me. Everything covered with a thick coat of snow. I knew it would be trickier to clear the roads, as the rain will convert the soft snow into hard heavy ice making it difficult to handle. I could guess it would not be possible for me to return tomorrow, and I was trapped here.

But I rather felt elated. I knew, although it was Christmas, nobody would be able to visit us today, no friends, no relatives and that meant I was all alone with my beautiful mom to celebrate Christmas. Just thinking about the wonderful time ahead forced my blood to rush through my loins. Absentmindedly, I gripped my cock and lightly ran my fist along its length. It was again raring to go.

Trying to control my urges I came out of my room. Mom was nowhere to be seen; perhaps she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

I took a long hot bath and when I came out of the shower I was fully rejuvenated. I put on my clothes and as I was very hungry I went to the kitchen.

As I had guessed, mom was in the kitchen sitting at dining chair, sipping her coffee. She had already prepared breakfast and perhaps was waiting for me. Hearing my footsteps she looked at me.

"Morning mom." I could not suppress my grin. Last night's events came back to me, and I felt a strong rousing in my underwear. I pulled a chair and sat in front of her.

"Morning son, have your breakfast, coffee is ready."

Something odd struck me. Mom did not look directly into my face. She was avoiding my gaze. She seemed to be absorbed into her thoughts. Something was wrong; mom didn't appear happy. My smile faded. Reluctantly, I pulled my plate and started eating. I wanted to talk to her about last night, wanted to take her into my arms right away after finishing my breakfast and to take her back to bed, but seeing her mood I just kept mum and continued nibbling my food.

Suddenly, mom stirred as if she has realized my presence for the first time. She poured me coffee from the kettle. I took the mug from her silently and started sipping.

"Ted," Suddenly mom broke the ice. "I think we must talk about the incident last night."

"Yes?" I looked at her questioningly.

"What happened last night was not right..." Mom was looking at her nails, still trying to avoid eye contact with me. "It just happened in the heat of the moment. We never wanted to do it. Isn't it?"

I remained silent, looking at her.

"What I mean to say is..." Mom voice was trembling with emotion. "What happened last night was a mistake and it should never happen again."

"Mom, I don't think what we did was wrong." I replied finally. "I don't regret what I did, I enjoyed it and I would love to do it again. Why can't we do it again? Whatever happened, we can't reverse that, we've already made love with each other and enjoyed it thoroughly, so why not enjoy it again?"

"Are you...?" Mom started to speak, but I stopped her.

"No mom, I don't see this as a mistake, because I always loved you and I always want you to be happy. You can see for yourself that dad is screwing a girl much younger than his own daughter. He's not even bothered about your feelings. He didn't even bother to stay home during Christmas. So what did you do wrong?"

"At least he is not sleeping with his own daughter." Mother meekly tried to defend her husband. "No! We should never do it again. Please try to understand," she started crying, "It's a sin. What would people think if they come to know about it?"

"I don't a give a shit about people or dad, all I know is that I love you," But then I surrendered as I did not want her to start crying again. "OK, We will never do it again. I love you, and I will always respect your decision. I still don't think what we did was wrong or if it were a sin at all, I would love to do it again and again. You are my mother but before that you are a woman too, who has some needs, and I don't see any wrong in helping you in fulfilling your needs. However, I would respect your decision."

Mom looked at me gratefully, her eyes were still wet but she was not crying now. I was not feeling great. All my ideas, all plans for the day, were ruined in one moment. I somehow finished my breakfast and left the kitchen. I went to the lounge and tried to watch TV, but it didn't help. I was feeling restless, and I immediately wanted to go back. I looked out of a window. The rain had stopped, but the weather was not clear yet. I wished that next day the weather would be fine so that I might be able to leave for college. I smiled ruefully at the irony; in the morning I was delighted that the weather is not good and I would not have to make excuses for staying for few more days with mom. But, now I was feeling suffocated. I was feeling trapped and wanted to return immediately. However, I knew that it was not the right time to talk about my return plans, mom would certainly feel bad, so I tried to comfort myself.

I put some warm clothes on and since the rain had stopped, I took a shovel and went out to clear the driveway. Because of the rain, the snow had become hard, and it took me hours before I could finish cleaning the driveway. There were no signs of the roads getting cleared, and I had a premonition that the snowstorm would come back. When I finished cleaning the driveway, lunch was ready. Unwillingly, I ate lunch. I had nothing else to do, so I simply watched TV though I was not enjoying it.

The snowstorm returned in the evening. I could hear strong wind roaring past our house depositing thick layers of snow in our driveway and everywhere with its every sweep. My premonition turned out right. I would not be going back tomorrow.

Though, I was not in high spirits, I helped mom in decorating the Christmas tree and in other household chores. We avoided talking to each other. Sometimes mom tried to talk with me but when she found that I was not willing she gave up. So we worked silently. It was clear from the weather that nobody would be visiting us today, and mom and I would be celebrating Christmas alone.

Finally, after evening coffee, mom told me that she was going to change and I should also go and change. I didn't see any need for changing clothes, because we were not expecting any guests tonight. But, I knew that mom was very particular about all these things, so I didn't argue and went to my room and changed my clothes.

When I came down, mom was already there. She had changed to a black evening gown, beautifully adhering to her petite body. I didn't see any logic for wearing such clothing when the temperature outside was hovering below zero. But, I must admit she looked gorgeous. Every curvature of her tiny constitution was greatly heightened within the confine of her black dress. Her blonde hair was loosely scattered around her neck and shoulder. She had worn a light makeup, and her beautiful face was glowing.

I looked at her admiring her perfect body on display through the confine of her dress. I didn't hide my lustful gaze from her protruding swell of breasts and the small mound between the joints of her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her crotch, where I could almost see her mound pressing against the material. Mom noticed my attention, and she blushed slightly, but again regained her composure. I purposefully avoided commenting about her dress, and I could feel that mother was slightly disappointed.

To me, the celebration was only a ritual now. We said merry Christmas to each other. Mom gave me a gift wrapped in a silvery foil, I thanked her and said sorry for not being able to purchase a gift for her. I promised her that I would send her gift after returning to my college. After some time we had dinner, it was tasty but I was so occupied with my thoughts that I could not enjoy the feast. After dinner there was nothing else to do. Mom brought me hot chocolate, and we settled down to watch TV.

For almost an hour or so we watched TV, not even talking for a single time. Around ten, mom decided to call it a night. She told me that she was feeling sleepy and was going to her room. I bade her goodnight but told her that I would be watching TV for some time. Mom finally retired to her room.

After mom was gone, I turned off all the lights in the lounge. Now, only the occasional flickering of TV and the glow of fire in the fireplace were illuminating the room.

I sat silently in the lounge near the fireplace watching TV. My mind was still occupied with the terrific experience, which I had with mom last night. I wanted to go to her room and fuck her furiously. I was longing to feel her beautiful pussy again pulsating around my rigid cock. At times, I felt like going to her room and raping her. But, I realized that I didn't have that much courage, and further, I didn't want to hurt her. I felt like a coward and wanted to run away from home.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs. Someone was coming down. My heart almost stopped in anticipation. In the dim light of the room, I could see her silhouette slowly coming toward me. I was dumbfounded. I didn't know why she was coming but certainly expecting it to be good. I didn't move from my place, slowly her diminutive figure was in front of me, her face shimmering in the light from the fireplace.

I looked into her eyes; she didn't say anything but it was all written there. Without hesitation, I got up from my place and put my arms around her, eagerly pulling her willing body to mine. Breathing heavily, I brought down my hot lips to hers and kissed her intently. Mom responded positively pressing her mouth to mine and inserting her tongue inside my mouth.

Oh God, we were onto it again. Delightfully, I grabbed her ass cheeks. My cock was rock hard, and my hardness was probing into her pubic region. Slowly moving my abdomen, I rubbed my hardness against her pubic area. Again, I grabbed Mom and began kissing her wildly. After a while we broke the kiss. Mom hadn't changed yet, and she was still in her black evening gown.

Without wasting any time I unzipped her from the back and slowly lowered the gown to the carpeted floor. Mom was standing in front me wearing only her black cotton bra and panties. I unhooked the bra and removed it. Free from the confines of her bra, her boobs swayed gently. Mom's tits were not big, but they were perfectly suited for her small figure. Her dark aureoles were an absolutely perfect match to the size and shape of those gorgeous tits. I lightly gripped those mounds of pleasure and squeezed them. Mom moaned softly.

My hands then moved down to her thighs, and slowly I lowered her panties down her waist towards her ankles and in a moment they were lying on the floor. My mother was standing in front of me gleaming in her naked glory.

I looked closely at her beautiful body. Last night I didn't see all of her. Her small breasts were now firmly jutting out of her chest. I watched her small boobs gently sway in slow motion, her dark stiff nipples looking at me invitingly.

I gazed down between her thighs at her muff. Her thick blonde muff was shining like gold under the yellow light radiating from the fireplace, like a little hot radiator trimmed with gold. I put my hand over her cunt and groped at her pussy, running my finger along her wet, delicious crack. I kissed her again, while my probing finger slowly made its way towards the opening in her slit and entered it. Mom moaned loudly this time, indicating her state of rapture.

"Pull your pants off," she said suddenly, almost demanding.

I was shocked first, but I felt happy over her audacity. It was a welcome change. I led mom near the fireplace and slowly helped her to sit there. With electric speed I removed my clothes and within a moment I was standing near my mom, completely naked, my hardness jetting from my black pubic hair, slightly pointing upwards. Mom looked at my cock lovingly, and slowly she took hold of it. She felt the hardness of my cock, now harder than it had ever been before, and started to stroke it lightly.

"Son, you have got a masterpiece." Mom was slowly moving my foreskin up and down. "It's so big! Did I really take it inside me completely?"

"Yes mom, but your pussy was so tight," I was flattered by her praise, "that I had to make extra effort to insert it completely."

Mom continued petting my hard organ, and then she bent forward and began to kiss the bulbous head of my raging rod. Tenderly, she licked the drop of precum off its head and began licking all over. I was so excited that soon I felt like shooting off in her mouth. I didn't want that so immediately I forced her head away from my crotch. She could understand, and reluctantly she pulled her head away.

She bent backward and eased herself on the carpeted floor beside the fireplace, her body supported on her elbows, her legs wide open allowing me the lustrous view of her blonde thatch and wet cunt. I looked greedily at her nude body glowing from the deep golden color radiating from the fireplace, her flawless creamy thighs and the golden thatch gleaming in between in a mouth-watering temptation.

Mom saw my stare as she blushed slightly but opened her thighs little more giving me a better view of her sopping cunt. Mom's muff was so thick that it was completely covering her slit and her clitoris. I stretched out opposite to her, my head facing her cunt and my cock near her face. I began kissing her leg, sucking and licking her toes, then leisurely working my way up her creamy white thighs. At last, my nose was nuzzling into her soft curly bush that covered her prominent mound abundantly. I rested my head over her thigh and touched her slit with the tip of my tongue.

As my tongue touched her outer lips mom wriggled in ecstasy, producing a loud moan of extreme pleasure. I breathed the musky smell radiating from my mother's cunt; it was mind-boggling. I gently spread her puffy cunt lips and ran my tongue over her inner folds tasting her salty wetness. It was delectable. For a moment I ran my tongue in a slow flickering motion enjoying the salty muskiness, then I started lapping her cunt feverishly. I thrust my hungry tongue deep inside her pussy and tried to insert it as far as it would go. Soon, my face was covered with her delicious nectar, which was gushing profusely, with every stroke of my tongue.