Deep

"I'm so glad you could be here tonight honey," mom said, nuzzling my arm. "It's so good having a man about the place."

"You should invite me more often," I said smiling. "I have enjoyed all your company quite a lot."

"If all our sons were as charming as you we'd invite them too," Agnes said, twirling a finger in her hair. I couldn't help but feel that if it was just me and her in this room right now she would pounce on me.

We bantered for little while longer until it was clear that the night was getting late.

"Well I best get home and crawl into bed with Dan," Eve said with much disappointment.

"Ugh, I hear you," Agnes replied, stretching her hands to the sky.

We all stood and each of them hugged me good night - Agnes's hug was definitely warmer, pressing her body against mine firmer as she pecked me on the cheek.

"Night Jerry," she whispered sending a shiver through my body.

"Night Agnes," I replied, a bit chuffed that she had paid me the attention.

They left, cackling as they walked out to the road together.

"That was fun," I said turning to mom, smiling giddily.

"I wish it wasn't over," she said falling back down onto the couch. "Come lay with me a while," she said gesturing to her open arms. I was a bit unsteady and managed to plop down on her a bit, trying to find my spot. She was lying with her legs open, so she guided me in between them, laying my head against her breast. I squished my right arm around her waist, and under her back.

"Did you really enjoy yourself?" She asked, stroking my hair.

"Yeah it was great, I had a heap of laughs," I replied, feeling oh so comfy.

"Agnes seemed to like having you here," she said, still keeping the same tone.

"I think she was just a little drunk," I replied, shaking it off.

"No, she thinks you are sexy and I don't blame her," she said, throwing me off a little.

"Pshhh," I replied in protest. "I'm not sexy."

"You are honey, you are growing up to be a big strong man, you are my handsome baby," she said running her hand across the back of my neck. It felt so good, I nuzzled my face a little against her breast. Then I felt it. At first I wasn't sure but the next time I moved my face I could definitely feel it.

Through her tight top I could feel her hard nipple pressing against the fabric. I continued rubbing my face against it, dragging it across my cheek. It was as if I was doing it purely by accident, I didn't have any idea why I was doing it. I think it was a combination of making her feel good and satisfying my own curiosity.

Slowly her hand moved from my neck to my back, kneading my flesh with increased pressure. She sighed heavily each time my face pressed against her.

"Do you think I am sexy, honey?" She asked, pressing her fingers into my shoulders. As hot as the question was, I felt a little nervous as to why she was asking. I was too drunk to hold back any of my truths right now though.

"Of course," I replied. "You are hot as."

She laughed before replying, "You're not just saying that because I asked, are you?"

"Nope, you are one of the hottest women I know," I said, still with my face against her heavy breast. She lifted my head from her breast and tried pulling me higher. Awkwardly, I fumbled on the couch, trying to push myself up on my hands. Before I realized what was going on she'd put her tongue in my mouth. With her arms she pulled me closer, smooshing our bodies together. She moved her hands to my waist and positioned me firmer between her legs. I was taken aback but too drunk to not kiss her back. If I'd been soberer I probably wouldn't have anyway. As her tongue probed my mouth she rubbed her crotch against my pants. Here she was slurping on my tongue, dry-humping me on the couch.

To say it was a thrill would be an understatement; it was something entirely new and exciting. To have a mature woman, let alone my mother, bucking against me like a wild animal in heat. She moaned into my mouth as she fumbled with one of her hands at my belt. After unlatching it, she slipped the same hand inside my pants and gripped onto my hard cock. Her hand was smooth and warm. She gripped onto my phallus firmly and began to pump.

"Oh baby, it feels so good," she murmured squeezing it in her hand. I let one of my hands wander up to her breasts and tug at her top, dragging it down over her bra, exposing more of her flesh. I broke from her kiss and lunged at her bare chest, sucking at her soft breast. I sucked and licked at her cleavage, making her moan louder.

"Oh god baby," she repeated as I sucked down to the ridge of her bra. My hand was full of her boob but I wanted more. I dragged her bra down on one side to be presented by her full nipple. Her areola was even sexier up close, large, pink and puffy, her nipple hard yet still soft to touch. I placed my mouth around it and began to suckle, swirling my tongue on her erect flesh, driving her mad.

She pulled harder at my cock as my hand slipped down her body to her milky thigh. When I gripped her thigh she moved her legs further apart, guiding me to dive in deeper, or so I thought; she already had far more advanced plans. She let go of my cock and started tugging my jeans and jocks down at the same time. She pulled them down to my knees and spread her legs wide, lifting her knees to brace herself. I stopped sucking her nipple and looked down to see her hairy bush staring back at me; she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fuck" I whispered, surprised and so turned on by how naughty she was.

She wrapped her arms under mine and placed her hands on my shoulders, pulling me back up towards her. My body lurched forward catching my cock on her skirt fabric. Again she continued her tongue assault, pushing it beyond my lips, lapping at my own.

She wriggled underneath me, pushing her crotch towards mine and within seconds I could feel the warmth of her sexual furnace burning for me. My cock pressed against the sopping lips of her juicy pussy. Her lips slid against my penis, wetting it with her excitement. She was so ready and she knew exactly what she wanted. With one more rise she angled her body so my hard phallus slipped inside her snug fuck hole, penetrating her easily with a sloppy squelching sound. I slid inside the full length of my shaft, my balls resting against her fluffy ass cheeks. Her pussy was so soft and oh so wet - I could feel her fluids dribbling down onto my sack below. Her hands were now on my lower back, pulling me against her as she ground her pussy in circles on my cock. She was fucking me, using me like a toy.

This was a whole new experience for me. I was usually the one taking over but I felt like I should just let her be in control. She was obviously more experienced than me when it came to this department. She was out of control but still in control if you know what I mean. Driven crazy by lust but still getting exactly what she wanted. I was just along for the ride and way too out of it to stop it, not that I thought that I could even if I wasn't.

Even though I was drunk the feeling was still exquisite. It was the least tight pussy I'd been in, but what it lacked in snugness it made up for in the consistency of her cum and her sheer skill to please. Her cum was slippery and plentiful, it flowed from inside her with each thrust, coating the whole of my cock not to mention my entire pelvis region. Her smell was intoxicating; her scent was potent but not in a bad way. It was strong but sweet, something like fairy floss - you can smell it from afar but it's not bad that you can. With each full insertion, her scent wafted to my nose, sending my pheromones into overdrive. I couldn't get enough. Even in my drunken state I was blown away at what was happening. How did we get here?

I knew there was no way I could stop myself from cumming. I tried so hard to stop moving but she wouldn't stop, grinding against me relentlessly. I released myself from her lips to let her know I couldn't go on.

"Mom," I whispered. "I'm going to..."

"Cum for me baby," she said, not letting go.

"I'm going to... where?" I asked, looking her in the eyes, not knowing where she wanted me to cum. She wouldn't let go, holding my ass firmly in place. I had no choice but to bust my load deep inside her.

"Ugh, ahhhh," I groaned, spraying my seed into her drenched vagina.

"Fill me up baby," she said, holding me as my body convulsed with erotic pleasure.

The orgasm thrummed through the lower half of my body, my cock pulsing with intensity. The pressure rose from my balls all through my hard cock, pulsing with each spurt. I unleashed waves of cum inside her, spraying her womb with my baby batter. At this moment all I could think about was the ecstasy I was feeling cumming inside the pussy I came from. It was so taboo, and there was a feeling in my gut that what we'd just done was wrong.

As we panted, coming down from the experience, the mood changed. It became a little awkward. I pulled out and pulled up my pants. I sat back and we said nothing for about a minute. I just looked at her. I couldn't help but notice her frazzled hair, her crumpled clothes and the sweat that clung to her. I was torn as to what I was feeling. On the one hand she looked sexy, on the other she was still my mother, so I felt like I shouldn't be looking, let alone be the one who'd put her in this state.

"I didn't expect that to happen," I said looking for something to say.

"Yeah, neither did I," she replied closing her legs, pulling down her skirt.

"I'm sorry," I said looking sheepish.

"No honey, don't be, I should be sorry, I got carried away," she replied, looking just as awkward.

"We both did, it wasn't just you," I said moving to place my hand on her leg.

"I should have been the mature one," she said, as if sobering up instantly.

"Let's just be adult about it now then," I said, also surprisingly sober.

"You're right, honey, let's. We both were in need and we just gave in to it. We shouldn't do that again."

"Agreed," I said feeling better about the awkwardness, but still weird about how I was feeling.

"I'm going to clean up and I suggest we go to bed," she said standing up from the couch.

"Yeah, ok," I said, wandering off to my room.

I plonked down on my bed face first. I just lay there with my head in my pillow. I was still out of my mind. I felt like what could have happened was a dream. Like I'd just passed out after drinking myself into a stupor and what just happened could have just been fantasy. It made sense to me, as the next time I opened my eyes it was morning. I lay on the top of my rumpled covers, pillow covered in drool, with my pants on the floor next to me. Somehow I'd made my way out of them during the night. My head was pounding with the dullness of my hangover. First thing to do was to get water. I staggered to the bathroom lazily before stumbling through the door. As I supped on the revitalizing water I heard footsteps in the hall.

"Morning, honey," mom said, yawning through it.

"Morning," I replied, wiping my chin before spotting her.

"How you feeling?" She said, coming into view, making me think back to what I think happened the night before. She was in her robe which she hadn't been in last night. Then again I didn't see her after the cleaning.

"Yeah alright, headache-y," I replied, hoping that's what she was asking about.

"Do you want aspirin or grease?" She said, leaning against the door frame, the robe parting at her leg giving me some bare flesh to stare at. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Grease sounds good," I replied nodding.

"Well I'll go catch some in the kitchen, come down when you are ready," she said, turning.

I was stunned for a moment; it was like nothing had happened last night. Did I actually dream it? Had it just been my wild imagination while drunk? I jumped in the shower to wash off the smell of the alcohol from the night before, but when I took down my trunks a familiar smell entered my nostrils. I had her smell all over me. It was the smell of her sex that had been on me last night, it was distinct, there was no faking that. Holy shit, it had happened and she was totally fine this morning. I thought back to the night before as I got into the shower. Before I'd even turned on the taps on I was hard. Hard as a rock at the thought of what had transpired. How hot the act itself was, how intense, how empowering the whole experience was. That I was able to get a woman in her forties that hot for me. How sexy she had looked and sounded with me inside her. It was like my dirtiest fantasies all rolled into one and even though I was still somewhat confused, I wanted more.

It was hard not to jerk off just thinking about it but I managed to control myself. I needed to talk to her, figure out what she was feeling this morning. I didn't want life to get complicated and awkward but I had to bring it up. I hopped out of the shower, dressed in a tee and shorts and went down to face whatever was waiting for me. The smell of frying bacon wafted out into the lounge as I passed into the kitchen. There she was, her back to me, slaving away for me over the stove, frying up bacon and eggs like the best mother in the world. I walked up and threw my arms around her waist like I'd done in the past and squeezed. As I pressed my chest into her back I felt a twitch downstairs. Without hesitation she pressed back against me as usual. I had no time to move as the crevice on her cheeks rested against my crotch. I just stood still, hugging her for a moment before retracting my arms. There was no awkwardness, nor did she say anything except for "It'll be ready in a minute or so."

"Thanks mom," I replied, sitting at the table sporting a huge boner.

I wasn't objectifying her, but it was hard not to think about the fact that there was only one layer of fabric between me and her supple flesh.

"So mom," I said, trying to bring what I wanted to discuss to the foreground.

"Yes sweetie," she replied, still not turning to face me.

"Can we talk about what happened last night?"

"What did you want to talk about exactly?" She replied, still focusing on the stovetop.

"Well..." I said trying to think of a way to phrase it. "What are your thoughts?"

"I said last night that it just happened - we were both in need and we scratched an itch," she said, turning off the burner.

"So you're saying it wasn't special at all?" I said, gulping after I'd said it, hoping on some level she wasn't just going to brush off the whole experience. She turned to me with a soft look on her face revealing more of her flesh. Her robe was now opening revealing to me what she wore underneath. She had a small tank top that her tubby belly stuck out the bottom of. Through her top I could see the full shape of her breasts, nipples and all. On her lower half she wore a tiny pair of shorts she obviously slept in which covered up barely any of her leg. She looked damn sexy.

"Of course it was special honey, I'm never going to forget it," she said with a bit of a smirk.

"Why was it special?" I asked, leaning as far back as I could in my chair.

She scrunched up her face a little as if she was trying to find the right words herself.

"Honey, I just don't want this to get any more weird than it already is," she said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Talking about it isn't going to make it weirder, in fact I think it will make it better," I replied nodding.

"So you want to know why it was special?"

"I mean, I thought it was," I said, making her smile a little.

"Do you really want to hear this?" She asked, hesitating.

"I really do," I replied, leaning against the table.

"Because it was really good. There, I said it, are things weirder now?" She said slapping her hand against her thighs.

"No not at all," I replied, looking her in the eyes. "I thought it was really good too."

"Really?" She asked, a little flustered. "I just thought when it was all over you freaked out, so I thought you must have just been lost in the moment."

"Well, I was lost in the moment, but in the best way possible. Mom, you were fantastic."

"Oh honey," she replied, blushing.

"Seriously mom, that was the best sexual experience I've ever had," I said, telling it to her straight.

"I have to admit I haven't been fucked like that in a long time," she said giggling. Just hearing her say that gave me another erection. God, right now I wanted so bad to fuck her again. I was wondering what she was thinking. I wished I could just get inside her head.

"I have no idea why you've had to wait so long," I said, trying to see where my compliments could take me.

"I'm just not as attractive as I used to be," she said with a shrug.

"That's bullshit mom, you are fucking hot," I replied with a grin whilst standing up.

"Stop it," she replied blushing. "This isn't overly sexy," she said pulling her robe further apart for emphasis. To me right now she was the sexiest woman I'd laid eyes on.

"Mom, it's beyond sexy," I said moving closer to her, close enough to put my hands on her hips.

The feeling of her flesh in my hands was warm. My thumbs rested against the soft skin of her belly. I could hear her breathing heavier than before. Her gaze was penetrating - she couldn't look away and neither could I. She bit her lip seductively and looked a little nervous.

"What do you want mom? I mean really want?" I said, looking down to her lips.

"Baby, I... I don't think you should be asking me that," she muttered, as if too embarrassed to say.

"Why not?" I said, pressing my body harder against hers. It would have been easy now for her to tell I was fully stocked. Her heavy breast was now resting against my chest, nipples erect.

"God," she whispered under breath. "I want that hard cock inside me again," she said in dirty seductive tone.

"Good," I said running my hand down her back to her squishy butt cheek. "That's what I want too."

She placed her hands on the kitchen counter behind her and lifted herself on top of it. Once perched, she reached out with both hands and pulled me into her embrace, nestling my cock between her legs. Before I could move in for the kiss she had pulled me back by the neck. Forcefully her tongue probed my mouth, wrapping around mine. I was so into how much she wanted to control the situation. It was as if she was trying to hold back her urges this whole time, like she was clear what she wanted but was waiting for me to broach the subject. As she held me tightly, she pressed herself against me down below, wriggling her pussy against the tight fabric separating us. My hands instinctively slipped underneath her robe and ran up her pliable skin. Her body fat was fluffy and silky in my hands; unlike any girl I'd been with. She broke off the kiss to look at me with hungry eyes. Without skipping a beat, she lifted her feet up to the top of my shorts and with dexterity dug her toes underneath it. In one swift motion she dragged them down over my erection, releasing it to the open air. I just smiled at her brazen attitude - she knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Following her lead, I moved my fingers underneath the top of her shorts and pulled them all the way down her legs. Leaning back, she rolled up her shirt, releasing her heavy breasts.

I exhaled heavily, taking in the whole of her body. I was in awe of her, just as I was the other day when I watched her as she stood in front of her mirror.

"Like what you see, baby?" She said, licking her lips.

"You are so fucking sexy," I said, sighing happily.

"Take that off," she said nodding towards my shirt. I slipped it up over my head and stepped back into her embrace. Her arms and legs wrapped around my back, enveloping me with her soft flesh. I sunk my fingers into the supple flesh of her ample behind, pulling her against my crotch. My hard tip dragged up the full length of her wet slit making her moan. "Baby, stop teasing," she said, grinding against me, trying to insert me inside her. I couldn't hold back - the lust to be back inside her overtook me. I drove my cock through the silky curtains into her moist hole. My senses this time were not dulled, I had all of my wits about me. The feeling this time was heightened. I thought the last time was the best I'd had, but this time dwarfed it. Her passion was unrelenting, she growled and moaned whilst slamming her pussy against me. Her juices splashed all over my groin with every thrust and ran down my legs.