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He has just unloaded the load of the century into his own mother's cunt, and he is still rock hard. Holy mother of God!
I gasp and wipe tears from my face.
"Are you still hard for me?"
My Son growls. "I am just warming up. It's my turn. I need to own you now. I am going to fuck you like I have always wanted, Mom!"
I shudder.
"Like make me yours?"
He kisses me with fire. His look into my eyes is intense. "Yes. You are mine now."
I actually think I have died and entered another realm where we only exist. Is this possible?
He lifts me off his still rock hard cock and turns me around.
"On your hands and knees, ass up for me."
I purr, "Yes, Master." I do as he says and wiggle my tight butt.
Damon slaps it. I shudder. Oh God, that was so bad and so good. "Again, slap me again."
"So my Em likes some rough stuff?"
I feel so fucking horny I am going to blackout. "Damon, do whatever you want, baby. Slap me again."
SLAP!
It's hard, and I shudder. I am so close to exploding.
I gasp and I feel his cock, his huge bulbous head slap against my ass, both cheeks and then tease my asshole. He chuckles. He then slides his cock up against my wet pussy. He starts teasing me.
"One thrust, then that's it. You are mine. There is no going back, Mom!"
I lose all sense of reason. I have lost the past. Damon is NOW! "I am yours. Make it so."
He slaps my ass and runs his hand up and down my pussy and ass.
"So fucking perfect."
He rubs his big cock head over my pussy lips. It's insane in the brain. Then he thrusts his monster cock into me with such fierce abandon I cry out.
It's glorious, it's pure, it's what I need, what I want, what I have been missing for years and years.
Damon grabs my ass cheeks and starts fucking me like a Roman Gladiator fighting in his last battle. I start screaming. I cannot control how I feel that my Son, my only Son that I gave birth to when I was only 15 is now fucking me with the intensity of a thousand exploding suns and a thousand armies.
I thrust back. I want more. His huge cock is so fucking amazing that I am cock drunk, cock addicted, cock owned, and cock controlled. I am his slave, his fucktoy, his whatever he wants me to be, just keep fucking me.
He hollers out, "I am coming Em!"
He shoots his first load, and I am so beyond horny, if that's possible, I start coming as well. He shoots his second load and third and fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh deep into me. I collapse, and he collapses with me, his heavy, hard weight falls on my back. His cock still twitching inside me.
He hugs my back.
"Sorry, Mom, but you are fucking amazing. I so fucking love you."
I cannot talk. I groan.
He rolls over, and I look at him.
"We are now officially fucked. I mean we are now a couple, my Son. Is that okay with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"We are now lovers. Unless you are going to fuck and run?"
Damon gently touches my cheek and kisses me tenderly on the lips. It's beautiful.
"I am in love with you. Totally. Completely. I want us. I want this. I want it forever."
All the dams in the world break.
I kiss my Son not as his mother, but as his lover, his woman, his fucktoy. He must sense this as he kisses back with such passion I almost lose air.
"Damon, I am yours. I love you with such passion that I cannot think of another moment without you." I touch his hard chest and run my hand down to his cock. It's hard.
Is it harder than before? Is this possible?
Damon scoops me up into his strong arms.
"We are off to my room, Mommy. I am your fucking Son, and you cannot call me my name, got that."
I giggle.
"Then, Mommy is going to have to step up, Son."
I grip on to his cock as he carries me over to his bed and throws me down.
I roll over and open my legs.
He moves over to me and aims his monster cock at my pussy. I have never been so wet in my life.
"Mommy, I am going to pin you to my sheets like a second skin."
What happens next?
Read the second part to find out!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoI have to concur with my fellow commentators here. I imagine this was satisfying to the author and they enjoyed writing it, but the inaccuracies are distracting to the reader. I realize it is not easy for the armature as I have repeatedly tried to document my sexual experience with my grandmother but I tend to get too involved with the minutiae. It is gratifying to me to remember the experience but I just can't word smith it enough to make it pleasurable to the reader.
Anonymousover 3 years agoSince you were sort of playing with the 6 months before his birthday I can forgive the "bad math" But since the story takes place in the U.S.A. (a pet peve, America/s refer to continents, North, Central, and South.) My country is the United States of America. Just a couple of clothing terms were off. I had to look up the British definitions for "singlet" and "vest". Here a singlet is a tank top or just a tank. A vest is known as an undershirt, or tee shirt. Really no big deal, I have no idea what "Anonymous's" problem with distracting details is. I suspect all of the Anonymous comments were from the same person. One I suspect of seemingly on a one person crusade to further the term "in the way" by repeating it so much in her stories. I have seen it used as many as 4 times in a single paragraph and continuing with subsequent paragraphs. Then when she changes pages she re tells up to 3/4s of the previous page. Maybe it has something to do with word count ? I enjoyed the story, keep it up.
Anonymousover 4 years agoI was waiting for you to describe in graphic detail how many grains of salt were in the shaker on the table... bored and moved on after a few paragraphs
DomJ69over 4 years agoI really like it when a person's thoughts are included - the mind is where sexual tension builds. It's even better when there are the thoughts of more than one character. So I compliment you on your style.
Sexual tension is built before the act, but not in this story. It would have been better if you conveyed both of their thoughts before anything physical happened. That way it has a chance of being plausible.
Your story was a bit too dumb for me. A 10.5" cock, he cums four times in an hour, the first kiss, the first masturbation scene,...
Most importantly though are the mistakes. One or two can be forgiven, but here there were so many they kept taking me 'out' of the story and that is the worst thing that can happen to a writer. I suggest you use a proofreader/editor before you post in the future.
