After the Party

John admired his mother's backside while she fixed the window; the smooth curvature of her back, the fullness of her ass, the way he could see the swell of her breasts even from behind. With a smirk, he swept her up in his arms and threw her on the bed. Yvette let out a shriek, but it was one of surprise rather than alarm. She found her son's strength and willingness to take charge incredibly arousing.

He straddled her on the bed, his knees at her trim waist. His enormous cock pointed across her heaving tits toward her face. With an insolent smile, Yvette took him in hand and, slowly jacking him, kissed the angry head of his cock. She tasted her own juices upon him, but his sweet, salty precum touched her lips as well. As she manipulated him, the trickle became a flood. She lapped up every drop, savoring his taste.

Surprising Yvette, John pulled away slightly. He pressed a palm against his rampant dick and slid it between her huge breasts. "I see," Yvette said. She cupped the sides of her breasts, where they lay semi-flattened against her chest, and wrapped them around her son's cock. John began to thrust between them.

John groaned. "Mom, you have the best tits I've ever seen or felt. I've wanted to titfuck you for so fucking long."

Yvette released a deep, throaty laugh. "Anytime you want, baby."

John's precum slickened the passage of his cock as he slid between his mother's tits. Her heavy breasts rippled with each thrust. The head of John's cock peeked out from between Yvette's cleavage. Precum squirted across her collarbone. Yvette craned her head, catching John's cockhead on her chin. It left a trail of juice that she swept away with a swipe of her tongue. She pursed her lips and kissed him on the next thrust. He squirted across her teeth and she slurped his fluid into her mouth.

Again and again John's massive dick speared her tits. His hot, hard maleness sank between her plush flesh, leaving a burning trail across her skin. John's strong hands sank into the soft domes of her breasts, his fingertips sinking into her pale skin. Her nipples scrapped against his palms. Then one hand reached behind, and she felt his dextrous fingertips brushing her engorged pussy lips. Yvette's hips wiggled and shifted. John's middle finger sank into her to the first knuckle.

His cock found her lips again and she kissed him hard, teasing his cockslit with the tip of her tongue. John froze for a moment, her tits pressed flush against his abdomen, his throbbing cock shuddering between them. His middle finger slid into her all the way, and he unfolded his ring finger into her as well. He thrust gently, fingers curling against her inner folds. Yvette's hips bucked.

John's cock started moving again. "Mom, I'm getting close."

Yvette cooed. "Me too, baby," her hips rocking against his fingers. "Give it too me, baby, give me all you've got."

John released a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. His own hips sped up, rocking his cock between his mother's heaving tits. A third finger blossomed deep within Yvette, nudging her g-spot, and she orgasmed. Hard.

She watched as John's cock surged toward her. The flushed head swelled, the cockslit opened wide, and a long, viscous rope of cum spiraled out of it, falling across her lips and cheek, closing her left eye, splattering her hair. Another rope caromed across her chin, staining her lower lip, and sprayed her neck, coating the cameo on her choker. John pulled back, guttural noises and grunts coming from his mouth. His cock continued to spit and spray his precious load, coating the upper slopes of her prodigious breasts. With his free hand he aimed his shuddering dick, draping the peaks of her tits, her strawberry pink nipples, the deep valley between them. A final, impossibly thick spurt shot across her chest and landed across her lips and cheek.

John fell back, off of Yvette, breathing heavily. His spend dribbled down his mother's cheeks and tits, pooling between her breasts, in the hollow of her neck, into the red curls pillowing her head.

Yvette used her thumb and fingers to scrape up John's cum and feed it into her mouth. She caught his eye and shifted on the bed, lifting her cum-splattered tits to her lips. Her tongue swept across the pools of cum, making slurping and lip-smacking noises as she sucked up as much as she could.

"God, Mom, that is so fucking hot."

Yvette laughed, a deep, throaty, inappropriate sound. "You inspire me to do naughty things, baby."

John slid off the bed, crossed the room, and picked up the towel draped across the back of his desk chair. He returned to the bed and began to clean Yvette off. It was the towel he used after his shower following practice. It had a strong, musky, male scent to it. It smelled like him, like her son. Yvette let him caress her with it, helped him get every remaining drop. She wiped down her face, her breasts, her hair. Then she grabbed her son and kissed him. Her lips and face still reeked of his cum, his taste upon her full lips, but he didn't flinch. He returned her kiss with equal fierceness.

She reached between his legs, was not surprised to find him rampant. She pulled him to her, and he maneuvered himself over her. His knees nudged her thighs, spreading her legs. She guided him to her, felt his flushed cockhead nudge against her netherlips. She parted to accept him. He slid in easily, perfectly, as if he was made to fit. John sank to the root inside his mother.

Yvette wrapped her legs around his waist, her stiletto heels pressing hard against his ass. John's head dipped to kiss his mother again, and his cock began to saw in and out of her sodden pussy. She would have been embarrassed by the wet noises emanating from her churning cunt, but she couldn't help how wet her son made her. John's powerful cock pounded into her, driving deeper and deeper with each incestuous thrust.

Yvette moaned and keened, a delicious heat exploding outward from her belly, expanding across her trunk and into her limbs, sinking into her mind. Her hands gripped John's shoulders, her legs tightened around him. Still he hammered into her, bathing her face with soft kisses. His chest flattened her full, bouncing tits.

He felt huge within her, deeper than any man had gone before. And yet, almost as deep as John had once been. They were one flesh again. He had returned to where he began, inside her, inside his loving mother.

"John, John, John," Yvette moaned into her son's shoulder. "Fuck me, baby, fuck mama hard and deep. I need you, I need you, in me, all the way baby, all the way, inside me, where you belong, where you've always belonged..." Yvette trailed off as her senses exploded, her orgasm taking away all possible coherence.

Reduced to grunts and moans, mother and son grapple in coitus, the only sounds the slap of flesh against flesh, mother's juices swirling around son's hardness. Son's heavy balls slap against mother's ass. Mother's breasts bounce and press against son's chest. Mother's lips trace their way across son's strong jawline. Sweat drips from son's forehead, falls across the pillow under mother's head.

Son's cock swells. Mother's pussy contracts.

Son growls, deep within his chest. Mother screams as pleasure sweeps her lush frame. Son's cock erupts deep within mother's molten core, spraying her insides in thick, viscous tides of white semen. Son continues to hammer into mother. As each rope of cum erupts from son's cock, he thrusts, driving himself deep into mother.

And then, as bliss subsided, and sense and some semblance of rationality returned, John and Yvette collapsed into one another, gasping and shaking. They kissed, tongues and lips touching as surely as souls, and finally, finally, subsided.

Much Later

Yvette wiped the cum from her lips after giving her son a morning blowjob. She left him in bed, padding naked and shoeless down the hall, hurrying for the living room. She had to pick up before Joseph awoke, gather her scattered costume, rearrange the room, take a quick shower. Then see about her husband.

Yvette cupped her pussy in the hallway, smiling a secret smile as she felt her son's cum leak onto her fingers.