Cum to Mommy Ch. 03

"Rita, I'll leave now if you want. It has been about ten minutes since I walked in. But, I really, really love this and I don't want to stop. Do you Rita? Just tell me."

God, he was so damn arrogant and he knew he had me.

Breathlessly, I replied, "yes, we should stop now." But I hung on and moved it around my open pussy. I was dying. I wanted this as much as anything in the world but...but. And then without thinking or saying anything else, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was still a little soapy but I didn't care. I had to have that cock.

I slurped as I talked, "God, Josh, I need this so bad. Oh, my God, my God."

"Me too Rita. I want this so fucking much. It feels so damn good to fuck your mouth again."

His hips were humping my head and I knew he was close and I wanted to drink his cum, but right now, I needed something else. Apparently, he did too.

He pulled me to my feet and moved me back in the shower, bent me over so I was leaning against the seat. He held the cheeks of my ass open as I groped for his cock and I pulled it to my waiting, needy cunt. With one stroke, since I was so slick, he buried his big cock all the way inside me until I felt his balls nestled against my clit. I pushed back as hard as I could against him. "God, fuck mommy Josh. Fuck mommy baby."

It seemed like his cock stiffened even more. I felt his big head every time he entered and then almost exited my hot fucking hole. My pussy felt like it had been empty for years but was just now getting as full as it needs to be.

My tits were swinging as he reached around to grab one and squeezed it hard. I heard Josh's familiar grunts as he worked to give me the fucking we both needed. I was sobbing and moaning at the same time. No matter how many times Josh fucks me, I am always surprised by the size of his cock, the force of his strokes, and the passion he has. I am very loud during sex but if anything he is louder. He talks, grunts, moans and groans and when that is combined with my sounds and that of our bodies slapping together, it was a good thing we were the only ones in the house at the time. He has fucked me before when other people were in the house but when no one else is, we are both very expressive.

He almost lifted me of my feet every time his cock entered me. All I could do was stand there and try to remain on my feet. One hand was holding my shoulders and the other was gripping my tit and it seemed like he used both to get leverage to plunge in me harder. If I weren't so wet and ready, it would have hurt it was so hard but even so, it would have been a very pleasurable pain.

I have to admit that I started cumming way before he did. My pussy was contracting and clinching his dick but he kept fucking me. I have no idea how many times I came but my spasming pussy soon had the effect of making him even more passionate. He shortened his strokes and made them harder. I couldn't believe the fucking I was getting.

In writing this after the fact, I want to pause here and expound on that last sentence. As most women know there are all kinds of sexual congress. And most of it is great...but it can be different at different times and certainly with different men. There is a difference between making love and getting fucked, and there is a difference between getting fucked, and getting FUCKED. I am submissive so for me it may be different than for girls that aren't but when a man thoroughly, totally, consummately, entirely, passionately fucks me, it is the most amazing thing in the world. My husband will very occasionally do that when he'd been gone for several weeks. But Josh does it every time he has fucked me. I've seen girls in porn flicks that spent more time fucking a cock than the man fucks them with his cock. Believe me, I TRY to fuck - to thrust him - and maybe I just don't know how to do it but with Josh, about the only thing I can do is just hang on. He REAMS, FILLS, and FUCKS. I heard a woman say once that getting fucked by her husband was analogous to eating Chinese food...a couple of hours later and you don't remember it ever happening. Well, when Josh fucks me, I definitely remember. I may want it again in a little while but I sure as hell knew that he wore my cunt out when he did fuck me.

Josh started grunting louder as I felt his cum erupt inside my pussy. It may be my imagination but it felt like it was splashing against my vagina canal walls. His strokes were very short and very hard and I kept cumming the whole time. He made several final deep thrusts and then, buried deep inside me, he slumped over my back. We were panting too hard to talk for a minute or so. Finally, he stood upright and his cock slipped out of my well-fucked hole. As I said, I knew I had been thoroughly fucked and I was exhausted - and I knew that he would fuck me again later - but stopping fucking with Josh is always a strange sensation for me. Of course, I was very well satisfied and having orgasms always gives me a high. But the act itself is so pleasurable, I want it to go on forever. It's like I just want to keep that hard flesh inside me. Maybe with Josh it is some kind of Freudian thing or something, taking him back inside me again. (God, that is way too philosophical isn't it?)

I stood as well and as I often did after his cock had been inside me, I got on my knees and put his softening rod in my mouth to get the last drops of cum and to retain his cock inside me just a little longer. He rubbed his hands in my hair as I did so and then when I stood he kissed me.

When we finally recovered to the point that we could talk, I told him that we should get out of the shower, get dressed and talk about what we just did.

I got fully dressed, panties, bra, jeans - the loosest I had - and a collared shirt; Josh put on shorts and t-shirt and we went downstairs to the den. I am not sure what I thought dressing in a very non-revealing way would do in a situation where I was having a conversation with someone that had just a few minutes before taken his cock out of my vagina, but it seemed right.

I don't really know what I was trying to do except maybe just use this session as therapy or something. I explained that I loved what we did but that we both knew it was not a good idea and that we should end it. I explained that it wasn't right for his father and certainly not right for Louisa.

Josh nodded at the right times and looked totally serious throughout. I don't know what I expected but while he didn't necessarily indicated he agreed, he certainly didn't suggest that he didn't either.

"So, Josh, what do you think about all this? Don't you think it has gone on long enough and that we should end it? You haven't said anything."

He looked at me - still very seriously - and said, "we'll talk about it more but first, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Nonplussed, I stammered a response, "I have a hairdresser appointment, golf practice and maybe have lunch with some people at the club. Why, what are you doing?"

"See if you can cancel those things. I want you and I do spend time together since I am moving away."

"Okay, I can do that. Do you want to play some golf, or go out to lunch? Or we could go hiking; we haven't done that in a long time and the weather is great for that."

He smiled. "Those things sound great. But I thought we may do something else."

"Okay, so what were you thinking?"

He shifted in his seat and leaned in and looked me in the eye. "Well, Rita, I am going to make you my personal slut tomorrow."

I was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"I think you heard me Rita" he said smiling. "I am going to make you my personal slut. I am going to sleep with you tonight and keep you naked all day tomorrow and we're going to have sex all day. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to fuck your mouth and your pussy and have sex with you in every room of the house. And when my cock rests, I am going to use my fingers and mouth and maybe even a couple of those vibes I know you have. We're going to be each other's sex toys tomorrow. How does that sound Rita."

I was stunned and I started to protest, but at the same time, I could feel how wet my pussy had gotten. In 30 seconds of talk, I had gone from a serious mom trying to counsel her son to a...well, I guess slut is the right term.

"Josh, I don't think we should do that. What if somebody just drops in."

"Yeah, you're right. So, tomorrow morning we'll go out to Kurt's lake house. He mentioned today that no one is there now. And it's only a 20 minute drive. And very isolated. We can walk outside naked there. So it's a deal then."

I started to protest again, but this time, he came over to where I was sitting and leaned over to kiss me. "Rita, don't say anything. I am going to sit here for a little bit and just talk to you. At the end of ten minutes, I am going to check your pussy. If it's not soaking wet, you can make plans for tomorrow. If it is really wet, then I get to make the plans. Deal?"

I didn't respond but as we sat there, he didn't touch me anymore. He just talked.

"Rita, all the way home yesterday all I could think about was sliding my cock inside your hot pussy. And when you walked out in that swimsuit and I saw your legs and your hard nipples and I thought about your nice, hairy pussy under that thin layer of fabric, I just about lost it. I know you could tell how hard I was when we were playing in the pool. And how about how it felt in the shower. Your pussy was soaked and I know you loved cumming on my cock inside you. I don't know exactly what it is but when I am inside you with my cock buried as deep as it will go, it feels like home. I love the way you open yourself up for my cock, your slit and pussy hair all shiny with your juice. And I love the noises you make. One of the things that turns me on so much is seeing how much you love it, how passionate you get. You don't hold anything back. Do you know something Rita? Sometimes - not all the time but sometimes - when I am fucking Louisa, I thought about fucking you. You say it is wrong and maybe on some levels it is wrong, but I have to tell you, it feels so right to me. And I think you know that don't you, Rita? I don't think you want to end this at all. I think you just have to say those things but I know what you really want. You want this big stiff cock up inside that pussy don't you? You want to be able to wrap your hands around it and feel the veins popping out. You want to be able to put the tip of your tongue in the hole in the end and coat your lips with precum. You want to be able to open up your hairy hot cunt and guide me into your waiting pussy don't you Rita? Admit it."

I didn't respond; I just sat there but as he was talking it was evident what I was feeling. My breathing was accelerated, my face flushed. All the images that he described kept flashing in my mind. I could feel his stiff cock, in my hands or when he slid it up inside me. I could see how tight his balls were and be amazed by how much his penis grew as he got hard. I could feel him holding my ass as he fucked me, or sucking my nipples. I could feel the head of his cock opening my lips as I sucked him.

"Okay, Rita. I told you that I was going to check you. If you're not really, really wet then you can call the shots. If you are, then you're mine. I will own you tomorrow."

I didn't protest as he unbuttoned my jeans. And I lifted up as he pulled them over my hips. I knew exactly what he would find. At first he didn't even have to pull my panties off. The crotch was soaked. He put the palm of his hand over my crotch.

"Your panties are plastered to you. You're leading cunt juice Rita. You're so fucking hot that I can feel you throbbing beneath my hand. You lose Rita...or maybe win depending on how you look at it. Do you agree that your pussy is soaking now Rita. Let me show you. "

He pulled my panties off and took my hand and moved it between my legs. I didn't even have to open my pussy lips to know that they were oily-slick with my juices.

I gave up. "God, I am so hot again. What do you do to me?"

Josh got on his knees, lifted my legs and put my feet on the seat of the sofa and spread my legs. I looked down and saw my pussy lips part and inside was milky-pink flesh. He was staring at me and almost licking his lips. That alone made me hotter, knowing how passionate he was getting. He leaned in and licked up my slit from ass to clit. I quivered with anticipation and pleasure. I moaned with my pent up need. God, no more than 45 minutes ago I came repeatedly. What was happening with me? And Josh's words about tomorrow and what he wanted to do was so exciting that I was almost delirious with desire.

After one lick, he stood and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall. He raised his arms and lifted the t-shirt over his head. My eyes were of course riveted on his cock. The only adjective I could use to describe it - other than the normal ones of throbbing, big, etc - was "proud." It is long, thick, and slightly curved and when I put my hands on it, it is so excited that it seems to quiver, like plucked guitar string.

"I just wanted to make sure this cock was free in case I wanted to put it in your pussy or mouth. But right now, I want to do something else."

He got back on him knees between my legs and gently kissed every part of my pussy. Then, with little butterfly-like flutters, he moved his tongue all over it. It was almost breaths instead of licking. I kept pushing my groin out to him to get more tactile contact but he skillfully avoided it. Apparently he wanted to drive me totally up a wall before I got what I wanted. My clit and pussy lips were swollen.

He paused and reached up to unbutton my shirt. I leaned forward and unhooked my bra and let my tits tumble free. My breasts aren't huge but they are probably slightly above average in side. They weren't quite as taut as they were when I was younger of course but they were still fairly full and tight. As I said before, the one thing that was well above average I thought were my nipples. They were always big but when I was excited they got harder and bigger and stuck out prominently. His surrounded one of them with him lips and rolled the other in his fingers; he tugged on both, to the point where it was slightly painful but totally fucking exciting.

By the way, I know you can't necessarily tell, but recalling all these details so I can write this gets me totally soaked. All the sensations that I experienced a month ago come flooding back and I am transported.

After sucking my tits, Josh returned to my pussy. My legs were still splayed out and my lips were swollen and also spread open. He licked my slit again and a string of pussy juice clung to his lips. I started vibrating or quivering or something, making spasmodic jerks. I con't think I was actually cumming right then and I assume it was a prelude but it is something that does happen particularly during sex after I have had so many orgasms as I did a short time ago. Men tell me that they sometimes experience almost a dry orgasm, where just a little bit of semen emerges but they are cumming nevertheless. That could have been similar to what was happening to me...an orgasm that wasn't quite the same kind of orgasm.

But then when Josh began to finger my asshole, I grabbed his head and pressed him to me and fucked his face...and then the real orgasms started. I am writing this kinda making a few details up about this part because I was in such an erotic daze, I can't precisely recall each detail. The thing I do remember though is that it seemed to go on forever. I had both big earthquakes and small aftershocks. I kept humping. Then I held his head time against my open pussy. He said later he could feel the contractions on my lips. I have no idea how long we stayed in that position. The next thing I remember is Josh standing back, looking at me all spread out and slowly stroking his very hard cock. That was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. He was looking at me in a very possessive way, proud of his conquest, devouring me with his eyes. In retrospect, I suppose the natural thing to do was immediately grab his cock to help him. But I was too exhausted to quickly do so and besides, we were both enjoying what was happening. The other thing he did was reach down and stick two fingers in my very wet pussy and spread the fluid over his cock to lubricate it and make the stroking smoother. We just kept looking at each other and I made sure my legs stayed spread so he could fully appreciate the view of the woman he had just consummately pleasured. His hand kept moving up and down on his cock. I had masturbated him a few times before and have watched him masturbate but this time, for a long time, there was no frenzy involved...it was a slow, deliberate act that showed how much he enjoyed sex with his mom and how passionate he was about it.

How many of the readers of this have enjoyed this sensation? For the females, have you ever watched a man "fuck you" with his looks while he strokes his hard cock? For me, it feels like I am totally stripped bare, totally at his mercy, nothing standing in the way; animal-like desire in the man, just having ravaged you and already doing it again. Likewise, it must be a powerful feeling on the part of a man in that scenario, pleasuring himself while he drinks in his parter; and at the same time, very fulfilling for a woman to see a man stroke his big cock looking at her. The reverse can also be true of course; it is also very, very erotic for a woman looking at the hard cock and tight balls of a man and slowly stroking her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter. In both cases, what does it is the hungry look in the eyes. And Josh's eyes were lustful, and well...hungry...and I'm sure mine were as well.

I now had to hold myself back from grabbing him. I was getting even wetter watching him. I don't know I could but I did. And he started stroking a little faster, still watching me. His cock looked like it was getting even harder. I was mesmerized.

His strokes shortened and I thought he was about to cum but then he reached for me, laid down in front of the sofa and pulled me down onto him and rammed his cock into my welcoming pussy. He started cumming almost as soon as he was inside me but he held my ass cheek with one hand and one of my breasts with the other and slammed his cumming cock into me over and over, squirting his hot semen into me with each thrust. I think I came as well but frankly, I can't say for certain. All I know if that we were both writhing and thrusting and yelling. There is no other word I can think of to describe this except amazing.

Finally, our movements slowed and I collapsed on top of him with my heaving tits pressed to his chest. I have no idea how long we remained like that and almost like zombies, I went to get towels and we just sat on the sofa naked for the next hour or so, occasionally talking but mostly just trying to recover.

Then I stood, say on his legs, straddling him, and gave him a kiss. "I can't wait to go to the lake and be your slut tomorrow, Josh."

"Neither can I Rita. But we also still have tonight as well."