"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," she chanted. Her pace was that frantic. That was the timing of her rhythm. She was frantically fucking the holy hell outta me. I had watched my Mom's videos a thousand times but I had never seen her get this manic.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," she chanted. Her whole body was thrusting down upon me. Each down our bodies crashed together a ripple would course up her body. As I watched her boobs were slightly out of time so she would bounce down upon me and then her boobs. It was a spellbinding to watch.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," she chanted and that's what she did. If at any time before we were making love or having sex we had passed that. Now Mom was just fucking the daylights out of her son -- and god did it feel good. My brain was afloat with pleasure, my body was adrift in delight and my balls shouted their desire to cum.
"Oh... Goddamn... Chris... You... Mother... Fucking... Son... Of A... Bitch..." she grunted and then I couldn't hold back anymore. Having seen her take the Money Shot many times I cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum inside me," Mom yelled back, surprising me. "I wanna... feel... my... son... cum... in... my... pussy... [grunt]... [grunt]," and then I did what she told me to do. When I knew I could hold back no longer, I pulled my finger out of her ass. Grabbing her hips with all of my might, I rammed my hips up into her to feed my seed into her pussy.
"Oh God YES!" we both roared as I came. My first shot was a massive one that tore outta my cockhead with bad intend. My second fired out hard, full and thick. My third shot out with intensity. Number four quickly followed, as did five, six, and seven. I was amazed how much I was cumming. Usually I launch four shots and then the avalanche follows. Then we both bucked against each other and I squeezed out missile numbers eight and nine before the remaining lava flow of cum oozed out.
Exhausted and breathless, we both remained there for a moment. Then Mom dismounted off of me by a kinda slow graceful, controlled fall to my right side, where she landed laying on her back next to me. There we both lay gasping for breath.
"Wow," she exclaimed and that pretty much summed it up perfectly. After a few minutes I felt her shift and turned to her. As she snuggled up against me she reached up and we kissed like the two sated lovers we were. We playfully exchanged a series of soft kisses before she rested her head on my chest and I, somewhat instinctually, hooked my arm behind her neck. As I grew drowsy, I heard her softly whisper, "Would you like to be in my next video?"
We fell asleep until I awoke at the voice of a screaming woman. Opening my eyes, I saw my Mother somewhat hovering over me protectively as my twin sister was screaming at us, or really me:
"You motherfucking son of a bitch, how could you do this to me? You bastard, how could you cheat on me? And with her? You motherfucking son of a bitch bastard, you're supposed to be babysitting our child. OUR CHILD." She screamed at the top of her lungs
"Is this what you do when I'm not around? You motherfucker, is this what you call watching over our son? I can't fucking believe it, especially with her. How could you?" my twin shrieked.
I, of course, had no answer but thankfully Mom saved me as she softly purred, "Christina, baby girl, come here darling..."
The Good Mother
We all tossed our caps in the air celebrating our graduation and that the ceremonies were finally over. For a moment there was a sea of dark blue caps with a gold tassel (my university's colors) in the air; and then we were all filing out, congratulating those next to us as we searched for our friends and family.
"We did it bro," I joyfully exclaimed as I hugged my best friend.
"I'm so proud of you," a seductively sultry voice said behind me and turning I gave the beautiful woman congratulating me a big hug. As we hugged I inhaled deeply breathing in her fragrances. I smelt the scent of her shampoo. I smelt her perfume. And beneath that I smelt her.
"Wow! You look incredible. You are, without a doubt, the prettiest woman here," I proudly complimented. She was wearing a shift dress that fit her perfectly, that had an ultra-low scoopneck that showed a lot of cleavage. Since her dress was dark blue she wore a large, chunky gold necklace to show my university's colors.
"Watch it young man," my Mom warned with that lovely smile of hers.
"Can I say 'Thank you'? This would've never happened without your help and support; without you pushing me." She smiled awkwardly as if embarrassed.
"No, I'm serious. Me getting a Bachelor's degree with Honors?! No way would one have believed that four years ago. God, even I have trouble believing it. Yet it was you that made that possible, you showed me that anything is possible, that if you keep at it it'll happen, that you just gotta work hard at it." I grabbed her and hugged her tight. "I love you."
"I luv you too, sweatheart," she whispered in my ear. From there we milled about congratulating my friends, classmates and the few parents we knew.
"You ready to get out of here?" she asked. Nodding my head I told her, "Let's blow this pop stand."
Having planned ahead by coming with my pal, Mom and I left in her vehicle and headed to our favorite restaurant for dinner. After getting seated, the waitress came over to ask if we'd like an appetizer. I was surprised when my Mom said, "After being out in that afternoon sun I need something refreshing. Can I get a Jalisco Sunset?"
The waitress seemed a little discomfited as she asked, "Ma'am, I'm gonna have to see some ID first."
"Oh, certainly." Mom merrily chirped. She pulled out her wallet and showed her driver's license. Turning to me the waitress asked me, "And for you sir?"
I was surprised my mother was ordering a cocktail as an appetizer. She is what you would call a 1, 2, 3 drinker. One drink, she's tipsy. Two drinks, she's drunk. Three drinks she's done -- although I've never seen her have three drinks. But with that in mind and wanting something cool myself, I got a Sprite and an Insalata Caprese (which is basically tomatoes and mozzarella cheese with basil dressing.)
"God, can you believe she ID'ed me?" my Mom said with that delightfully flirtatious and seductive feminine laff after the waitress left. With her being 43, she isn't accustomed to getting ID'ed anymore. Still laffing she asked me, "Do you know when's the last time I got proofed?"
"No..." I deadpanned, "...but I'm guessing you are gonna tell me."
"I don't know. I'm too old to remember," she laffed with a bit of sarcasm and cynicism.
"You ain't that old," I informed her. "Especially if you're young enough to get proofed, young enough to look as good as you and," opening my eyes wide and nodding my chin, "able to look as great as you do in that dress." With a wink, I ended with, "Some would say you are a definite MILF."
"Watch it young man," she again warned with that delicious smile of hers.
"Congratulations. I'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished," she said raising her martini glass that had a swirl of greenish liquid on the bottom with bright yellow floating on top.
"I couldn't have done it without you," I told her and as we clinked glasses I gave her a wink at which her face reddened. She tried to hide it by sipping her drink. As she sipped her drink and I ate my appetizer I silently checked her out. I couldn't help but to compare and contrast her to her twin sister.
Whereas Lisa continues to remain a brunette and hides her greys by dying her hair a dark auburn, my Mom (Julia) is a blonde. Yes, she is a drugstore blonde but if you didn't know it you would be somewhat hard pressed to realize it. With a desire to distinguish herself from her identical twin and develop her own identity, Julia had switched to being a blonde well over 30 years ago. In some ways she seems to have grown into being a blonde.
Aunt Lisa has the fair skin of a northern European whereas my mother somehow has developed a slight golden tint of ...umm I guess a Californian although we don't live there nor does she waste her time in tanning booths. Where Lisa has dark, smoldering brown eyes Julia has soft brown eyes that seem to have vivid grey specks that are welcoming. From there Lisa always has dark, thick prominent eyebrows whereas my Mom keeps hers thin and light, even bleaching them to match her hair.
Over the last few years the sisters' facial features have begun to noticeably differ. For years Aunt Lisa was a wild party girl. Then about eight years ago she suddenly stopped and turned that maniacal focus on the gym. It seemed that she was trying to deny her age through fitness and while I applaud her efforts, as she becomes leaner and trimmed her face shows the results. Her face has sharp edges and she has the look of a predator.
My mother on the other hand was always more disciplined than her twin. She never got out of control and if she ever did any partying I'd guess it was very limited by her inability to handle her liquor. My Mom has always remained fit without being fanatical about it. I looked up and noted how her facial features have a pleasant soft smoothness to them. If Lisa is a cougar on the hunt than Julia is the sexy MILF next door who you are attracted to but not scared of.
I enjoyed seeing how her soft cheeks gently blended with her jaw and her jaw molded into her chin so that while she has a dimple in the middle it is a pleasant crease instead of a sharp valley. She must have sensed me looking at her because she playfully growled, "What?"
"Nothing," I said defensively even raising my hands up playfully. As she took another sip she smirked and gave me an impish wink. After a few minutes our entrees arrived. Mom got the blackened Swordfish that came in a bed of yellow rice pilaf and sliced artichoke hearts. She also got a glass of Chardonnay to go with it.
I had ordered the Rib Eye steak and was amazed when they delivered this huge cut of meat in front of me. Seeing the look on my face the waitress laughed and explained, "Our rib eye is a 22 oz. cut."
"I'm gonna need something to help wash that down," I told the waitress as my Mom laffed. "You have Dinkelacker on tap, right? Let me get a glass."
"I need some ID sir," the waitress said stiffly even as I was pulling my wallet out of my pants pocket to prove I had been born 22 years ago. Seeing the date on my license she simply nodded her head and left. When she returned with my beer, I noticed that she was checking out my Mom and felt jealous about how openly she was appreciating my mother's lovely cleavage.
"Did you see that?" I exclaimed in disbelief after she left.
"See what? Did I miss something?" my mother genuinely wondered.
"She was checking out," and seeing a look of doubt I argued, "I'm serious. She was looking at you like she..." and I stopped in mid-sentence.
"Then I hope she liked what she saw," Mom laffed. "Why are you jealous?" and she laffed even more directly at me.
"Remember she works for tips; and between that and proofing me, she's gonna get a big tip," she light-heartedly warned me by pointing her fork at me. I said nothing and focused on my cavemen slab of beef.
"So are you excited about graduating?" she asked with a sense of excitement herself.
"I know I'm excited about one thing," I joked.
"Watch it young man," she warned with an amused tone of menace.
"What did I do?" I asked with feigned ignorance.
"If you're not careful you're gonna lose your privileges," she warned with that amused tone of menace and pointed her fork at me.
"I'm sorry," I laughed raising my hands in front of me defensively and she laffed along with me. As she took a sip of her wine she gave me a mischievous wink and I knew all was forgiven.
"When do you start your new internship?" she inquired as we ate.
"In two weeks."
"So what are you going to do for two weeks?" she wondered.
"I know what I wanna do," I answered quickly and she attempted to look angered but couldn't.
"God! You are horrible!" she laffed. Stilling laffing she took a sip of her wine and I tried to look innocent and wounded by her words. With a growl she laffed, "You are a cretin."
Finished with our entrees the waitress came around to take our orders for dessert. Mom continued to surprise me. Handing me her keys she seemed to announce more to the waitress than me, "Here you're gonna have to drive us home." and then asked the waitress, "What's in a chocolate martini?"
"We make ours with Godiva chocolate liqueur, Stoli vanilla vodka, and DeKuyper Creme de Cacao. The glass is drizzled with a swirl of chocolate syrup and then topped with Godiva chocolate shavings..." the waitress explained, "...It is really delicious and quite decadent," as she looked directly at my Mom and I wondered which one she was talking about. While this was happening my mother seemed to be dramatically hanging on every word. I swear it seemed as if she was flirting with the waitress!
"She's pretty and has a nice butt," my Mom said as she openly watched the waitress walk away. I was just speechless as I wondered if I had joined Alice in the rabbit hole.
"Oh my god, this looks too pretty to drink," she exclaimed when her chocolate martini was delivered along with my hot fudge brownie that had a scoop of melting vanilla ice cream next to it and a cup of coffee. As she drank her chocolate martini, I enjoyed the sight of her bountiful bosom she was displaying and again started thinking of the differences between her and Aunt Lisa.
Perhaps it's from being more slender but I would guess my Mom is more busty or appears to be. With me being 22, she now felt comfortable talking openly with me about certain intimate matters. This included her grumbling about that fact she fluctuated in bra sizes depending on the bra. She was sometimes a 32C, 32D, 34C, or 34D which as she'd say, "means I can never buy my bras online and enjoy the savings." I had discovered she had a legitimate grievance because unlike my 3-pack of boxers for $10bucks, a single bra often cost her $30.00 dollars and up. (Yikes!)
With Lisa dedicated to the gym and now having a physique that showed the results she is more curvy than Julia. Lisa's legs are strong, shapely muscled pinions that reach up to her full, thick ass resting on her strong hips before squeezing dramatically in to her narrow waist and flat, smooth stomach. My mother's choices of exercise were instead Pilates, Tai Chi and yoga, and her body reflected that. Her legs were smooth and svelte with soft curves as if an artist molded her from clay. This included her hips which had a gentle swell to them -- as I knew she was only a 34 inch -- and I found her butt appealingly petite and tight. While her waist was between 28-30 from her Pilates and yoga she had surprisingly firm ab muscles. When she wore one of the ubiquitous sports bras and yoga pants during her exercise I'd be surprised to start to see hints of her abs showing.
The differences between the twins didn't stop at the physical. Although not religious my mother worked as an administrator for the Catholic charities. As for Aunt Lisa well... she made things awkward for her sister. I'm not sure if Julia would deny it but she liked to pretend she didn't know, or that anyone else did, that her twin was an adult film actress -- a porn star and a very popular one. In fact she was often referred to as the Über MILF. We all knew though and I had, guiltily, watched many of her movies and could understand why she was popular. Let's just say Aunt Lisa was very good at her job.
Then there were their children. Besides myself, there is my 21 year old younger brother who joined the Navy right after graduating high school and was somewhere 4,000 feet below the Atlantic Ocean along with my 16 year old sister who being a talented and fanatical softball player lives in Florida with her father. Aunt Lisa has her own set of twins, a boy and girl both oddly named Chris. While I don't have anything against them they are a couple of strange ducklings. However for reasons I don't know my brother Hates, with a capital H, the girl Chris; while my sister Hates the boy Chris.
Shaking my head to clear the images of all that my mother wondered, "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just thinking about this and that, when I should be thinking about you," I said with a grin.
"Watch it young man," she again warned with that amused tone of menace and when I smirked she laffed, "God you are horrible."
When the waitress came with the tab Mom pointed at me and she left the little leather slip next to me. Picking it up I tried to remain stone faced as I looked at the numbers and dug out my credit card. Remembering what Mom had said about the waitress getting a big tip instead of adding it to the bill I pulled out a $20, thought about it and added a $10. I was rewarded by a big smile and a mischievous wink from Mom.
"You ready to go," I asked after the waitress returned and announced directly to my Mom and ignoring me completely, "Please come again. It was such a pleasant time and so wonderful seeing you."
"Woo!" Mom exclaimed as we got up and she discovered just how tipsy she actually was. Although she didn't actually stumble or stagger I was at her side in a flash and we both laughed. We walked out side by side and when we got outside we discovered the sun had set and it had cooled off considerably.
"Brrrrrr," she announced with an exaggerated shiver. She snuggled up against me and I, instinctually, looped my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close as we headed over to her car. Pulling out the key fob I unlocked the doors and started the engine to her vehicle, a Chevy Tahoe. She claims she needed it for her job and that the 4 wheel drive would help in the winter. I suspected she just liked the size and so took to calling it 'The Tank.'
Climbing into 'The Tank', it took me a moment to adjust the driver's seat and mirrors to fit my male frame instead of Mom's petite 5'6 figure. As I did this she pulled out a bottle of water from the center console. Flipping the center console up, revealing the split front bench, she surprised me by sliding over against me. I looked at her and she just smiled back at me. Internally I just shrugged figuring, 'Ok, whatever.'
To back out I ended up hooking my arm over her shoulders. After shifting into Drive and leaving the restaurant's parking lot I unconsciously returned my arm around her. When she snuggled closer to me, I pulled her nearer and realized she felt really comfortable there. I also realized my car with its bucket seats, center console and stick shift fucking sucks.
"I want you to know I'm really proud of you," she murmured at a red light. When I turned to look at her she lifted up and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. With a soft laff she snuggled back down. Another 100 feet there was another light that turned red as I rolled up to it.
"I love what a wonderful man you've become," she seemed purr. When I turned to look, she again lifted up and kissed me. She again softly laffed but instead of settling back down she kissed me again. This time I was ready. I kissed her back and it was a lovely kiss. Her lips were as soft as butter and tasted slightly like chocolate. With my right arm I held her tight to me. My eyes popped open as her right hand reached over and boldly cupped my equipment. As my body jerked and my cock sprang to attention, I felt her laff before her tongue was in my mouth!
Her tongue touched my teeth and ran along the bottom edge of my upper teeth as the tips of her fingers caressed my sac and the base of her hand slid along my shaft. My entire body trembled and quivered with excitement. As if timing it perfectly she pulled back just as the light turned green -- however her hand stayed in place.