Changing Roles

"Fill me son, please, I need you. Fuck your mother, please?"

I kneeled behind her. I let my hard brush her ass and settle between her flanks. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, lubricating it in preparation. Then I pulled back a little and ran my hands over her ass, caressing, admiring. My thumb traced down the middle of her flanks and paused caressing her tight anus. She was moaning and her hips had an involuntary flexing. She knew better than to beg. She knew I was going to have her. I took my hands off her and pulled back, completely out of contact. She wiggled, searching. I moved until my penis was lined up with her dripping pussy, close but not in contact. I wound my open hand up and cracked her hard on her ass as I plunged my dick in as far and as fast as I could. Our bodies slammed together as she howled.

"OOHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK!"

She had no words after that. My cock was in heaven, surrounded by the tunnel that bore me, tight, wet and oh so hot. I moved my hands to cup her hips and began to truly fuck my mother. She just groaned and moaned as I plundered her. Every few minutes she'd crest: cumming again. My cock would be bathed in a hot flow. She felt so good. After three orgasms she found her voice again. It was strained, needy, wanting.

"Ohhh so good so good! Fuck me baby, fuck momma, take me!"

And I did, for a half an hour. Under the moonlight in my back yard. I'd waited a long time for this moment, I was reveling in it. I was in charge, she was mine, and loving it. We never changed positions, I stayed behind her and she continued to bath my dick in her orgasms. Finally she begged me.

"Please cum in me. I'm so tired. I need your cum son."

That was what I needed to hear. I ramped up my strokes and I felt her tunnel grip me.

"I'm going to cum in your pussy Miranda. You're making me cum mom."

She groaned.

"OH FUCK! Do it! Fill me baby!"

And I did. I drove deep and the surge came up from my toes and pulsed out the end of my rod, squirt after squirt. I had to stop moving, the feeling was too intense. I finally stopped cumming and just stayed there, coupled with my mother. Slowly I pulled out and helped her up. She was a mess, but smiling. She draped herself on me.

"Thank you."

Was all she said. I put my hand around her waist and steered her into the house and up to my room. The shower is huge, tiled with seats and a steam feature. We stepped in and she began to reach for the soap. I gently stopped her.

"No, mother, let me wash you. Leave your arms down."

She smiled warmly and handed me the soap. I put it down and got the shampoo. For ten minutes, all I did was wash her hair and condition it. My hands never touched any other part of her body. She just purred. My strong fingers combed the shampoo and then conditioner out of her thick auburn locks. When I was sure it was done, the bath commenced.

I began by washing her face, caressing every inch. When she rinsed I kissed her, our mouths merging and tongues touching. Next was each arm, lovingly stroked. I massaged the shower gel into her firm breasts, touching every inch and pinching her nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh John! You know how to make mom feel sooooo good!"

She panted. She turned and I bathed every inch of her long hard back, stopping just at the top of her ass. She put her hands against the wall and I combined the bath with a massage.

I knelt behind her and began to wash her right leg, starting at her ankle and ever so slowly up, until my hands reached the spot where her womanly flanks began. I stopped, she sighed. Then I did the other leg. As my hands got to the top she began pushing her ass out, towards my face. I ignored her. Gently I turned her. I was looking right at her center. The skin was so smooth as it flowed from the triangle formed my her tapered waist into the tight crevice of her vagina. I reached my hands up and washed her abdomen, never looking up from her pussy. Her breathing was ragged. Subtly she tried to press her hips forward. I pressed her back. I spoke to her slit.

"I'm going to wash your womanhood and then I'm going to put my mouth on your pussy mother."

"Ohhhhhhhh please!"

She moaned and spread her legs. I gently took some gel and massaged it into her warms folds, exploring every tiny bit. Mother's legs quaked as I took the showerhead and rinsed, letting the stream pulse against her clitoris. I released the shower head and I moved my mouth closer till I knew she could feel my breath, and stopped.

"But not here. I'm going to eat your slit on my bed, and I'm going to do it for a long time."

With that I gave her sex a long lick, tucking my tongue as far as I could go between her legs and licking up steadily till, at last, I flicked her clit.

"OHHHH! UNNGGHHH!"

Was all she said and I had to hold her hips to keep her from sinking down. In a second she recovered and she turned away from me and bent slightly. I took the body wash and started at the top of her womanly behind. I gently massaged each cheek, avoiding the groove in the center. I took my hands away and paused. She groaned.

"I hate you, but I love you."

Her slot was full of suds. I put a hand on each cheek with my thumbs deep in her crack and slowly moved them down. She bent over more. I could see the pouting lips of her sex sticking down, droplets of water running off of them. Her body heaved with her breathing. My right thumb felt the approach of her most secret spot, and then it was there. I centered my thumb on her star and pressed, gently. My mother exhaled deeply. I paused, still pressing, but not enough to spread the tight muscle ring. She gasped.

"Take it. I'm yours, all of me."

I had pooled a lot of the bath gel in her crack. I pulled my thumb back and let it flow around her ring. My thumb came back and now I began my assault. My left hand clamped on her left cheek, pulling it to one side, opening her. My right thumb pressed, firmer, harder. Her ring fought back, my thumb pushed. Then I felt her push her anus back and my thumb fell in, almost to the end. I saw fluid course from her pussy as she yelled incoherently.

"OHHFUCKSHITDAMN... UNNGGGGHGGG... FUUCCKCKKKK!"

I stroked my soap lubed thumb back and forth until I was sure her orgasm was done. Gently I pulled out and my mother just settled on the floor of the shower. The water poured over her and her hair was a soaked tangle around her face. She panted as she spoke.

"I've had a lot of sex, a lot. NOTHING is like being your toy. John, I am so yours."

I leaned forward and we kissed, like the intense lovers we had become. I pulled back; she smiled and began to get up.

"Do you wish me to bathe you? It won't last as long as my bath because I simply can't wait for you to ravage me again."

I said nothing, I just stood. She was right, her washing was gentle. But she was not lingering. But, as she finished washing my legs she was on her knees. She looked at my erect penis and then up at me.

"May I?"

I smiled.

"May you what?"

Mom got a wicked smile.

"May I, put my son's rock hard COCK into my motherly mouth and suck him until he shoots hot cum all over my tongue?"

I just nodded. She brushed the tip with her lips and parting them, just a little, looked up at me as she slowly encased my rigid penis with her mouth. I've gotten a lot of blowjobs, this is the only one I'll never forget. As her mouth settled slowly down I felt her tongue massaging the underside of my erection. I put a hand on the wall to steady me. Her eyes never left mine. Deeper and deeper my rod went until there was a pause. She gulped and I was in her throat and her nose was against my shaved pubis. There was no way I was going to last long. She knew it too. Mom began a nice steady suck off. She'd let my dick go out until just the circumcised head was between her lips and then go back down, all the way, her tongue bathing every inch of my shaft. The feeling of my penis head passing into her throat was stunning. Five minutes, I was done. I gently put my hands into her soaked locks. She nodded.

"I'm going to cum mother. I'm going to shoot hot cum into your hot mouth. Take me, take my seed!"

She groaned. My penis pulsed and my cum burst forth in a needy wave. Mom gulped and sucked greedily, taking every drop. Once, twice, three times I shot. I gently pushed her off of my sensitive, fading erection. She stayed kneeling, looking up, the warm water running all over her and smiled, licking her lips.

"I love the taste of your cum, son. Please feed me often."

I reached down and helped her up. I moved to kiss her and she paused, I pulled her to me. Our mouths met and as we kissed I tasted myself in her mouth, she knew and she moaned. I pulled back, she looked at me and smiled.

"I loved that you'd kiss me like that. I'm so needy for you."

I shut off the shower and took her hand to lead her out. I stood as she dried every inch of me and I did the same for her. I moved her to the front of the vanity and grabbed a stool from the corner. I combed out and blow dried her hair, brushing it for five minutes. She just sat and purred. As I dried and brushed I took in her naked wonder in the mirror. Her face was a mask of joy.

"You're so good to me, my son. I love you so much."

We were dry now and I put the brush down and took her hand. She rose and we walked to my bed. She released my hand and climbed up on the bed, getting on her hands and knees again, presenting me with her motherly pussy. I gazed, she was still in full flower. I moved up behind her and gently shoved her over. She rolled on her back and looked at me quizzically. I smiled warmly.

"I took you by the pool mother. It's what we both wanted. Now, now I'm going to make slow love to you, for the same reason."

I kneeled between her legs and began to spread them.

"Oh fuck, how do you know me so well?"

As I lowered my face to her open sex I spoke as my lips brushed hers.

"Because I'm your son, your blood, I'm what you need."

"UNNGGGHHHHH AHHHHHHH!"

Was all I heard as I tasted her. She was smooth and the scent of the body wash was mixing with her pheromones as she became even more excited. I felt her pressing herself into my face. I cupped my tongue and plunged it into her vagina.

OHHHH YEEESSSS!"

My hands moved up and I pinched her nipples. Mother was writhing under my erotic assault. My cock was beginning to come back to life, pressing into the sheets, inspired by this amazing woman. I loved tasting her.

I tasted her sex flow, pouring out of her. She writhed against my face.

"OH FUCK CUUUUMMMIINNNGGGGGG..."

As she said that I moved up and sucked her clit while I slid two fingers in. She began to quake.

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

With her hard clit in my mouth and my fingers up deep, she came. I rode it out till she relaxed and then I disengaged. I moved up next to her and took in my arms. She was still panting.

"John, you're amazing. Your father is a good sex partner, but you, my son, are a lover."

I hugged her and kissed her tawny mane.

We lay there for a few minutes, to recover. My cock was still half hard. I knew I wasn't done. I looked at the clock.

"Mom, are you going to need to get home?"

Her face was against my chest, her mouth near my nipple. As she spoke I felt her hot breath excite my nub.

"No, I can stay all night, if you want me. Your father and Jackie are at a golf tournament."

I smiled. I'm sure it was a legit tournament, but I knew what they'd be doing in the room.

I didn't answer right away so there was a moment of silence. Mom took a breath.

"He's fucking her, you know."

I wasn't surprised she knew, but she was so calm.

"I know, mom."

She looked up at me, quizzically.

"It's a long story, but I was in the storeroom in his office the night she seduced him, which, by the way, didn't take much."

Mom laughed lightly at that.

"Why do you let him do all that stuff? I know about the women at the club too."

Mom laughed again.

"You must have been living in that damn storeroom. Your dad and I have a huge sex drive. Mine, like yours got channeled into work. But I knew there'd be trouble if I cut him back, so we reached an agreement. He has to tell me about everyone. He did, except for your sister. I know your sister initiated it so I'm not as mad as I could be. But now, I'm mad a whole lot less."

She ran her hands over my body, lazily exploring me.

"John, your sister is, well, a slut. Have you and her...?"

I hugged my mother.

"She tried, I refused."

"Why?"

I moved a little and began to climb on top of my mother. She smiled and spread her long lean legs wide as I moved between them.

"Because there is only one woman in my family I ever wanted to make love to."

She gasped and our mouths met.

As we breathlessly kissed we shifted until my cock was poised at her soaked entrance. I felt the head spreading her lips. I pulled my face away, just enough to talk.

"May I make love to my mother?"

She looked at me, her face a picture of lust.

"Always, anytime, you never have to ask, just take me."

My eyes stayed locked with hers as I slid myself into her. It wasn't like the first time, this was so much more intense. We both gasped as we both felt my hard cock fill her molten depth.

For an hour I loved my mom. We change positions. I'd go slow and then fast. The head of my penis explored every inch of her pussy. She came many times. The bed was a ruin. Finally, on top of her, eye to eye, I climaxed deep inside my mother. I rolled off, we cuddled and passed out.

I didn't wake up to a blowjob. This was better, the smell of bacon and coffee. The bed was empty. I got up to piss. Latent steam still rolled gently out of the bathroom as I went in to pee. I showered, my body was a mess. A wonderful mess, but a mess none the less. I dried and headed for the kitchen.

Mom was bustling around the huge kitchen. The bacon was on a plate on the table and she was working on omelets. I just sat and watched her tall athletic frame move around, serving me. She was completely naked. She finally noticed me.

"About time you got up. I was famished, something about a night of loving that made me hungry."

I got up and moved to her. She was at the range. I gently pulled her back and turned her to me. She smelled of body wash and breakfast.

"We can't fuck, breakfast will burn."

I took two handfuls of her hair and just kissed her, deep long and hard. She groaned and our tongues touched. I released her. She was panting as she turned back to the stove.

"I think I just came. I never knew how hot it would be to let someone, you, take charge."

I poured coffee and went back to my stool on the island.

"So, you're not feeling guilty?"

She gently shook her head from side to side.

"You will be coming back to see your son?"

She shook again.

"To have him take you, again?"

Her head bobbed up and down.

"Here? In my house?"

She nodded yes, and sighed.

"In your office?"

I had to push as hard as I could.

She stopped, but didn't turn.

"If you insist, but I really hope not, that's my other life."

That confirmed what I knew.

"Here then, only here will my mother be my lover."

She nodded but turned and gave me a smile too, then turned back

"I'm going to fuck your ass, you know that, right?"

She sighed again. The omelets slid onto plates and she joined me at the counter.

We ate in silence for few minutes.

"They won't be home till late Sunday."

"Then you will stay here tonight."

She looked up from her plate, smiling a most seductive smile, full of gratitude.

"I'd like that, a lot."

I had finished my meal and was sipping my coffee.

"What would you like to do today? I don't think we can do much, you only had that one outfit."

My mother blushed.

"I have a bag in the car."

I put my cup down and looked at her hard.

"Miranda Kaufman, you went to your son's house on the pretense of an evening business meeting with the plan to allow yourself to be seduced and fucked, repeatedly?"

She was whispering.

"It wasn't a plan."

"Oh? Well, what was it MRS Kaufman?"

She looked up and we locked eyes.

"It was a fantasy. Spawned by your determination, your skill and your strength to stand up to me. It fucking turned me on and made what few inhibitions I had left disappear. I didn't know how far you'd take me. But I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be yours."

We got up and cleaned up. I loved watching her move. A naked woman is an amazing thing to watch. As we finished she came to me, we hugged. My hand moved on her thigh and she opened. I dragged my fingers up the inside of her thigh. My mouth went to her neck as my fingers spread her soaked lips.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSS!"

I gently plowed her crevice with my fingers, flicking her nub at the top. Her legs were quaking.

"Please John, fuck me, fuck your mother, I need you."

I gently pulled back.

"Later mother, later."

She looked at me in shock, which faded into a petulant smirk.

"YOU are a horrible son! Making your mother wait for satisfaction."

I moved close to her.

"When did you know I wanted you, wanted to see you naked, wanted to put my erect penis inside you?"

"The tee shirt. When I saw it I was shocked. You wanted me. But I still wanted to be in charge. I flirted horribly that night and you refused to give in. John, your mother masturbated every night that week, wondering what it would be like to fuck you. I still don't know, you took me, you fucked me, and I love it. This visit I teased too, but you took command, I love it."

We cleaned up and mom got her bag. We spent the morning touring around the city, finally having lunch down by the river. She was in a casual dress and I had insisted she wear panties. She pouted and I told her she could only be a wanton slut inside my walls, she giggled. Mom was like a school girl. I'd never seen her so relaxed and free. Our table was just a little bit away from the others. We were on a pier and there was a light breeze, just enough to mask my voice.

"We're going back to my house after this. What am I going to do?"

She briefly looked at me, cocking her head, then her eyes lit up and she looked around.

"Tell me what I'm going to do."

"You're going to order me to strip, take my clothes off and remain totally naked, available for you."

We smiled at each other. I was looking into my mother's eyes.

"And?"

She looked around, nervous.

"Tell me Miranda."

"You're going to make love to me. I hope."

"Nooooo say it Miranda."

She looked around again and whispered.

"My son it going to put his amazing cock in my pussy and fuck me senseless, I hope."

"What else, Miranda, Mom?"

She was fidgeting now.

"My son is going to put his hard prick in my mouth and let me suck his big dick till I can nourish on his cum."

She had this really naughty smile on now. She was getting into this. I took her hand and gently massaged her fingers, she sighed.

"How are you, Miranda, mother?"

"You know my son. You've made me say nasty things in public, things about forbidden sex. My pussy is gushing right now. My panties are soaked."

We had paid the check by now so the staff was ignoring us. I got a wicked thought.

"Take them off and show me, mom."

She started to get up. I held her wrist.

"No, here."

My mother got a panicked look.

"No, I can't."

I smiled at her.

"Yes, you can and you will, or..."

She looked worried. Then she began to shift around. I watched as she bunched her dress up around her waist. I was between her and the rest of the diners, but there was no tablecloth to shield her. She gave me such a look.

"Nobody has ever made me..."

I smiled.

"Shhhhhhh, you know you want to."

Now she gave a furtive look and her hands went below the table. She quickly sat up, just a little and sat back down. Her dress was back in place. She was fast, I'll tell you that. Her face was red as her hand came up, holding her Victoria's Secret hipsters. The gusset was three shades darker. I put out my hand and she went to pass them. I intentionally dropped them in the middle of the table. Our twenty something waiter was walking nearby with a water pitcher. As my mother looked on in shocked silence I called him over.