A Confident Man

He took one step forward and wrapped his right hand smoothly around her trim waist. The other he raised just as smoothly, taking her right breast into his bigger mitt and squeezing it.

"How long, baby?" he asked, his voice sounding like warm grease bubbling in a pan. "How long since you had a real man between your pretty legs?"

Incredibly, even as his right hand dropped and looked like it had started rubbing her ass, I heard her moan, "Too long," so loud we all could hear. Then, her eyes quickly glanced down at me. "Not here," she said more firmly, then struggled weakly to push him away.

"Yes, right here, woman. Dammit, he needs to see what a real woman is, not some ten dollar whore off the street. I'm trying to save his life here. Either he stays or he goes to jail. It's your call, baby. You can save his life, or you can throw it away, right now."

The whole time Mom was trying to decide, his hands were squeezing her breasts gently and rubbing that fine ass of hers. Walter had pulled her into his body, rubbing himself against her the full lengths of their bodies. Even as he leaned forward and bit her on the neck, she stared into my eyes.

"Oh please, Detective..." she begged meekly.

"Please nothing, baby. Ask me to please fuck you!" he growled at her, and then ran his left hand underneath her tight shirt to begin mauling Mom's small breast in the flesh. "Unbutton your shirt, baby. Let Junior see these beautiful tits."

Mom's head went back and a deep moan escaped her lips. Walter growled again, and then began attacking the upper portion of her chest as though he would devour her. Slowly, I saw mother's hand reach between them. She looked me in the eyes as her slim fingers began to loosen every one of those small plastic buttons.

"He's gonna love these, honey," Walter's voice suddenly sounded like smooth velvet. "Why would he go to some diseased whore when he has a beautiful woman like you at home? Especially a woman that needs it so bad, eh baby? You do need it, don't you, baby?"

As mother finished unbuttoning her last button, she leaned her head back and moaned again, saying, "Please, Detective. Let my son go and I'll give you what you want. I'll talk to him later, I promise." Walter ignored her words, pulling her hip snuggly into his and started rocking slowly into her. They swayed together and as her shirt fell open I saw my mother's breast for the first time to the music of mother's deep sigh. It was in Walter's hands and he was caressing them none too gently.

"No bra, kid," Walter said, addressing me for the first time since we entered the room. "And I can't feel any panties underneath here either. If she walks around the house half-naked like this, she's been wanting it for a while."

"Haven't you, honey?" he said, switching his considerable attentions back to her. "Haven't you been needing a hard cock so bad, baby?"

Mom moaned, and even though she tried to disguise it, we both could hear her deep, growling answer in the moan, "Oh god, yes! It's been so long!"

"Just lean back on this table, honey," Walter said, deftly spinning her half way around so that her pretty ass was to the table. For the first time I saw his hand back there. It was buried deeply between the firm globes of mother's ass. He was pumping it slowly in and out, gliding his fingers smoothly over the crotch of her shorts.

Mother leaned back onto the table. He snarled at her, "Get rid of that damned shirt," and she hastened to comply. Mother's shoulder length brown hair flew about as she removed the loose garment and when I looked down I saw her B-cup breasts bouncing freely for the first time. Walter's hands were busy at her waist, but my eyes were fixed on Mother's beautiful breasts.

Each one was just a little more than a handful. They were well rounded on the bottom, shaped somewhat like a teardrop. Each perfect breast was capped with a small brown nipple and surrounded by a perfect oval of light brown tissue. I wanted to bury my face in them, wanted to suck each one in turn just as I had probably done as a child.

I came back to reality and all that could be heard was three people breathing harshly. For some reason, the sound of the zipper of mother's shorts as Walter ripped it down sounded even harsher. It filled the air and almost before it finished echoing off the walls it seemed, Walter had the shorts down and off my mother's petite body.

She was naked on the kitchen table, served up like some erotic feast, but not for me. Not yet, anyway. The man feasting on her, the stranger engorging on my mother, began at those succulent breasts that I so much wanted in my own mouth.

"Slower, Detective! Please, go, slower," she groaned, tossing her head from side to side in confusion and desire.

Walter sucked practically one whole tit in. He was mauling the other breast in his firm hand. As he squeezed it, mother would gasp and moan and the nipple would puff out and swell. He must have been squeezing it very hard, too, because it went from a soft pink to a deep scarlet as he worked on it. Then he switched off, and though I couldn't see his hand at work on the other tit, I saw his lips sucking at the nearest one and I saw him bite down on her.

Mother sighed loudly, leaning back on the table, not to get away, as I would have suspected, but to arch her back and press her breasts higher up to him. She tossed her head, then looked quickly down at the man devouring her until her gaze came to rest on me again. Every time she looked at me our eyes would lock together. Each time our mutual staring would hold until Mother's eyes would roll back in her head. Then I would look down and Walter would be ravishing her in some new, perverse way.

"Daniel, please don't watch, baby," Mother pleaded with me, but for the life of me I couldn't turn away. "Please, Daniel, I'm doing this for you, baby."

Walter was kneeling between her legs now, the back of his nondescript head weaving in concentric circles between her thighs. I couldn't see what he was doing, so I found myself standing up and moving closer, eager to see this stranger tonguefuck my mother. How many times had I dreamed of doing that myself? I could smell her fragrance in the air. I could also hear Walter as he unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt.

Could Mother? Did she know what was coming?

Maybe she did. He hadn't been eating her long and she was already climaxing. She convulsed, throwing her hips higher in the air and pushing his strange little face tighter between her legs. How could her face be filled with such bliss for this strange man? I resented him for a moment, and then realized that without Walter I would never have known how beautiful Mother looked when she was climaxing on our kitchen table.

"Oh, god! Oh god! It feel so good," Mom whined, pulling Walter tighter between her thighs.

The handcuffs were getting restrictive and I wanted desperately to rub my aching, hard crotch. So I undid them and let the cuffs clatter to the floor. Mom certainly didn't notice, grunting in her rut like an animal on the table. Neither did Walter. As she relaxed, he rose smoothly up between her thighs and before Mother knew what was what he was impaled in her.

"Oh fuck! She's tight!" he grunted, even as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Mother's back arched up off the table, then settled back, only to rise up once more as he thrust in her again. Her legs stretched up and wrapped around his hips. As she locked her ankles around his waist, she covered up his ass, which was all the better for me. Slowly, as Walter's strokes began to increase in tempo, I began to take off my clothes.

"Go slow, Detective, please, it's been so long for me. Oh, god, I haven't been filled like this in years!"

But Walter wasn't listening and soon he was really drilling her roughly. By then I was naked, anxiously waiting my turn, my cock throbbing in front of my as my eyes gorging themselves on my mother's ravishment. I stepped to the side and looked at her face where Mother was stretched out on the table. She had that same look of pure bliss! She was enjoying herself, enjoying this rough fucking by a complete stranger. How much better would she love it when her own son was between her thighs?

"Such a good pussy!" I heard him tell her, then saw his hands up and molding those gorgeous tits again. "Such a hot, tight pussy, baby. I bet it feels good with a fat cock filling up that empty hole, doesn't it, honey?"

Suddenly I realized he had been talking to her the whole time. Walter had been talking ever since he stepped into the house. It was his smooth, confident words that had talked him between my mother's thighs. If I ever wanted to learn to be like him, I had to learn to use his words.

"You're one hot little fuck," I heard him snarl at her as I walked around the table to get closer to her head. He wasn't using sweet words, like the men in my stories would have. He was being rough, almost abusive. But each phrase carried some vulgar little compliment with it.

"So wet! Your hot little cunt is so wet, baby. Can you feel my prick slide in and out of your hot, wet pussy?"

Mother rolled her head and groaned audibly, each wave of words crashing against her delicate sensibilities. Each verbal thrust was like the shock of a wrecking ball, wearing away at the edifice of normality mother had built for us all these years. Each phrase seemed to burn in my gut and make my balls tighten and ache to shot my cum.

"Are you going to cum again, you wicked little cunt? Are you going to let your son see your hot little pussy suck the cum out of my cock? Are you gonna let him hear you howl as I shoot off inside you, you sweet little whore!"

"Yes, cum for us, Mother," I found myself saying in the same smooth tones. Reaching forward, I took one of Mom's tits in my own hand, then leaned across the table to smooth the hair out of her eyes. "Here Mother, suck on my finger as you cum. Imagine that it's my dick sliding in and out of your mouth."

As soon as my finger entered her mouth, Mother sucked it in deep and then started to climax again. Her back was arched and her head thrown back. It was just the right angle for me to slide my finger deep into her throat and for us both to pretend I was fucking her there. Over and over I slid my finger between her tight lips, wishing it was my stiff prick. Even as Walter grunted and shot inside her, I was imagining my cock shooting off into Mother's hot mouth.

So was she apparently. Mom certainly sucked on it voraciously enough. Soon enough though, they both finished humping frantically against one another. Gradually, Walter's hips slowed to a smooth, lazy stroke.

"That is one fine pussy, son. You're a lucky man, hoss. Now come over here and saddle up and do us proud."

I felt that wave of resentment again. Resentment for his condescension and most of all, as I moved between mother's thighs, resentment for his semen even now flowing from mother's gaping pussy. But that was just a short-lived sentiment. As I aimed my stiff rod towards its mark, and especially as I slowly sunk into mother's warm hole, all the resentment for anyone and anything seemed to flow out of my body like a tidal surge washing everything out to sea.

"Ah, fuck, you're right! So tight," I moaned, sliding in as deep as I could go.

Finally, for the first time in my life, my cock was buried in a woman! Her heat surrounded me totally, and yes, she was slick and sticky inside too! For two heartbeats, then three, then four, I savored the feeling. Then my hips could be contained no more. Pulling out slowly, I felt mother's pussy grip me hungrily all the way out. Then immediately I reversed it and the same greedy pussy devoured me on the way back in. I was amazed that she still felt tight around me. Amazed that I was even inside her in the first place.

I looked down into mother's face and saw her, not blissful as I desired, but anxious. Then I realized what was wrong. The room was silent as I glided in and out of her wetness. For the first time, there was no soft flow of words, only the wet slap of a son's pelvis as he incestuously fucked his mother.

"You are tight, mother," I began, trying to match Walter's verbal smoothness. "Even after Walter was finished with you, you still grip my thick cock good, baby. Your pussy feels so sweet; I might never need another. I should have been fucking you for years, Mother. I'm going fuck you every day from now on. We'll make up for lost time, just you wait."

As the words began to flow, Mother's anxiety began to ease as well. I picked up the pace and started stroking into her harder.

"Sweet pussy! That's what I'll call you from now on! My sweet pussy!"

"Oh, baby, that feels so good inside me," Mother moaned, looking deep up into my eyes. She looked anxiously at Walter, eager to prove that she could teach me the right way. She bit her lower lip, then whispered in a strained voice, "You can be rougher, baby. I don't mind."

I gripped her tits, using them for leverage as I thrust harder into her. As I squeezed them, mother's hips started coming off the table, bouncing up into me in the same hot manner she had done for Walter.

"Are you going to cum for me too, mother? Are you gonna soak my nuts with your cum, woman? They're already wet, you know. Your wet pussy has already soaked my nuts. When we're done, I'll let you suck them clean, you little slut. Would you like that? Sucking cum off your son's cock and balls?"

I didn't think she was going to be able to cum again, certainly not before I did. I didn't count on Walter's inventiveness, however. He got beside her head, just like I had done and we double-teamed her with our smooth words.

"Cum for your kiddo, baby," he whispered smoothly into her ear. "Cum for him and we'll give you a nice reward. We'll all get on the floor and we'll both fuck you, front and rear you sweet whore. You'll be so full of cock you'll want to scream. But if you try, we'll both take turns fucking your mouth."

Amazingly, mother actually started climaxing before me. She tightened up like she was going to curl into a fetal position, but Walter and I kept her stretched out as I pounded even harder into her. As she raced ahead, groaning around the fingers he stuffed into her mouth, I squeezed her tits hard and then buried my cock deep into the woman. As her pussy convulsed around me, I shot hot ropes of cum into her guts, flooding her already saturated womb. My cum, injected so deep within her and having no where else to go, bubbled up and overflowed her pussy, spilling out and coating my balls even more before dripping thickly onto the floor.

"Oh, baby! Deep, baby, pump it in deep," Mom groaned as she came hard on my dick shoved all the way into her slippery cunt.

I came in buckets, in gallons it seemed. Every time I spurt, mother's stomach would grip and tighten and she would convulse again. Our spasms fed on one another, a circular feedback loop until my testicles were completely drained and I had nothing left to give.

Even then, I could pull back and slam into her again. It felt like someone was pealing the skin off my cock, but the burn and tingle felt so good! I felt so alive! More alive than I'd ever felt before.

And more exhausted too, I realized. Only for a moment, though. When I could breathe again, I felt mother's breasts still in my hand. I could feel a pulse in them, whether hers or mine, I couldn't tell. It didn't matter either. Her eyes were locked in mine and it was like we were one and the same anyway.

"That was great, mother. You're the best I'll ever have."

"Yeah, yeah, come on kid. Watching you fuck her has got me going, again," Walter said, using that same smooth tone on me yet again. "Come on, let's put her on the floor like I said before. I'll even let you have the back, kiddo. I bet she's tighter than shit back there."

But I didn't care what Walter wanted any more. I had my own brand of confidence now, and my own woman to share it with. She must have seen it in my eyes too, that hungry look of a confident man.

"What do you want, Mother? Should I toss him out, or do you want us both to fuck you?"

"I've always wanted to try it, baby," she said, flushing with embarrassment.

Walter was right, again. What had he said in the park? 'Broads want to fuck as much as we do.' He was right, alright. My straight-laced mom, now that she was excited, just wanted to fuck, too.

When I let her up, Walter was already waiting on the floor. He was looking up at us, waiting patiently, confidently. Then he saw the look in mother's eyes and called out to her, "Come here you sexy bitch! I've got a stiff Johnson just waiting to fill you up!"

And she hopped the three steps or so over to him eagerly. Our cum was running down her thighs, that's how full I had pumped her, but she didn't seem to care.

"Come on, baby. Set that wet pussy down right here. Crawl aboard old Walter and ride him to your heart's content."

Mother crawled over him, then she took a firm grasp of his cock and quickly set herself down on top of it. They both groaned as she took him in. Then Mother started riding him in earnest.

I watched her ass as she pumped herself on top of him, the ass that had fascinated me for years. Now, suddenly, it was not just in my view but within my reach.

Kneeling behind her, I bent down and let my fingers graze across the perfect mounds of mother's asscheeks. She was so wonderfully smooth there. But, smooth as it felt, I didn't let my fingers slow until they had traced the shallow groove that split her ass into two perfect halves. Pressing lower, into the deeper portion, my fingers traced the crinkle of her anus.

Mom moaned, thrusting herself down on top of the strange cock beneath her. The more she moaned, the harder I fingered her. All the while, Walter's flow of words was unending.

"Look at those tits, kid. I've never seen more beautiful tits bouncing over me, son. Damn I'd love to fuck this sweet bitch every day like you're going to from now on. You're one lucky little bastard to have a fine woman like this at home, I'll tell you that. Beautiful tits and beautiful wet cunt, too!"

I reached lower, my fingers just barely grazing where mother's cunt was stretched out by Walter's thrusting cock. Going even lower on her leg, I scooped up the dripping cum running in a thick stream down her thigh, then smeared the gooey mess on Mom's puckered asshole. As she groaned, I thrust one finger deep into the tight ring, stretching it with my thick middle knuckle and then even more as I swirled it around.

"Oh, you got her with that one, kid! Whatever you're doing back there, this hot little number loves it. Don't you baby? I bet you're one of those uptight girls that always wanted a real man to open up your back door, aren't you baby?"

With the coating of thick cum I had rubbed inside and out of her, I moved further up between their legs and seated the swollen head of my cock against her impossibly small pucker. Gritting my teeth, I began to gradually press in. As I did, Mom began to twitch between us uncontrollably.

"Go easy, kiddo," Walter suggested with a lewd leer looking up at me over mother's shoulder. "Treat a woman's ass right and she'll give it to you for the rest of your life. Treat her wrong just once and it's never yours again!"

Since he'd given me such great advice so far, I eased up after the fat crown had sunk into her tight ring. Mom threw her head back and was chanting something in a low, raspy whisper that I couldn't make out. First Walter began to slowly pump into her from below, and then Mom's hips began to move as well. As they picked up a little speed, I began to ease into her some more.

"Oh fuck!" I heard my mother cry out and she cursed for the first time I'd ever heard her. The fact that she was cursing as she pushed herself back to take even more of my cock in her ass made it all the more special. Suddenly, I couldn't contain myself and I pushed in harder and slid right in up to my nuts.