Giving Mom What She Wants Pt. 04

"All right, but everything else applies." She seemed to think she'd won here, but my heart was pounding again in my chest. It was going to be okay. I knew it now.

She started to get up, as if the discussion was ended and the debate was over, but I wasn't through. I stood up with her and then hugged her. My mom has great hugs and loves touching, and she hugged me back, hard. We laughed a little, and I could hear the relief in her voice. She patted my back and started to pull away, but I didn't let go. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips. It wasn't anything I hadn't done before, but this time when she started to move back, I tightened my hug and leaned in again. I kissed her lightly, brushing my lips back and forth over hers, my heart pounding in my chest, feeling lightheaded. She didn't pull away, but she didn't kiss me back, so I kept kissing her, no tongue, just our lips touching, rubbing, brushing. My eyes were closed, and I opened them. Mom was watching me, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated, and I could see she was holding her breath. Her arms were still around me, her hands on my biceps, and she was so close to me. I pulled her in a little closer, where my hips and my hard cock pressed into her stomach, and I heard her breathe in really quick. I watched her eyelids flutter closed, and her cheeks redden just a little, and I almost came in my jeans. My mom was getting aroused. By me.

I wanted to push her onto the bed and bury myself in her right then, but I knew if I did, it would be the last time I ever touched her, so I just kept kissing her, feeling my pulse hammer away in my throat, feeling my jeans get tighter and tighter.

Finally, I just let the tip of my tongue touch her lips, just a little, and I heard this little breathy moan come out. She must have heard it too, because she pulled back hard and looked at me. For a few seconds, our faces inches apart, we just stared at each other, breathing hard, and then she pulled out of my arms and rushed out of the room.

I wanted so badly to run after her, to kiss her again, to convince her that we needed to be together, to be everything to each other, but I knew that would be the wrong thing. I shut my door with a sigh, unbuttoned my jeans, and jacked off slowly, sitting on the edge of my bed, thinking of her and cumming hard into my hand.

I thought dinner would be hard, but it wasn't. My dad was clearly relieved for everything to be back to normal—at least in his mind—and my mom was mostly her old self. But I could tell that she was nervous and a little excited still, and her cheeks were a bit red. She was kinda quiet during dinner, but I helped her wash the dishes afterwards, and we talked about a movie we'd downloaded and wanted to watch. All I could think about was sitting next to her on the couch like we always did, when we'd cuddle and I could put my arm around her and hold her close.

My dad was in the media room reading when we came in, and we sat down like normal, although my mom seemed a little quiet and uncomfortable. We started the movie—a comedy we'd both been looking forward to—but all I could think about was how warm she was, how great she smelled, how much I wanted to touch her. After a few minutes, she moved in a little closer to me, and I put my arm around her, my heart pounding. I could barely breathe I was so turned on, and I couldn't believe I felt that way with my dad sitting right there across the room.

Then I thought about how hot it was—that we were going to have sex, maybe in a few hours—and my dad would have to watch us, have to hear us. Instead of it being a buzzkill, the thought made my cock throb harder.

I knew the way to my mom was going to be touch. She loved to touch and be touched so much, and my dad was just not good at that. So I started to rub her shoulder lightly, just barely moving my hand at all, She gave a little sigh, and I cuddled her in tighter, wishing we were already in bed. I couldn't even follow the movie, but I pretended to watch it as I held my mom in my arms.

At exactly 1030—just like always—my dad got up and left the room. He didn't say a word—just like always—but the atmosphere in the room got heavier the moment he left. I could feel Mom tensing up just a little, and I wondered what she thought I would do.

And I was thinking the same thing: What should I do next? If she was a girl I was dating, now would be the moment I'd move in. I was thinking about it—do I pull her close, start kissing her, or just keep rubbing her shoulder?—when she turned in my arm and faced me, getting up on her knees next to me. I was a little surprised that she moved and started to ask her what was wrong, when she leaned in and kissed me. Not only was I blown away, I almost came in my jeans. I actually felt my cock tighten and jerk, then I stopped worrying about that and started feeling Mom's lips moving on mine. She was in charge of this kiss, and I was just fine with that. She leaned in and took my face in her hands and kissed me a little deeper. It was like she was exploring, or just trying this new thing out: kissing. I kept warning myself in my head not to push, not to take more than she was offering, but it was fucking hard. And so was my cock.

I could tell she was a little off balance, and I put my hands on her hips—you know, just to steady her (or that's what I told myself)—and I could feel the soft skin of her belly where the end of her shirt and the top of her jeans left a gap. I rubbed just a little with my thumbs on that warm, soft skin, and I felt and heard her give a little gasp on my lips. I kept my eyes open, watching her, but hers were closed, and I knew she was concentrating on the feeling of our lips touching. Then her mouth opened, just a little, and I felt her tongue do what mine had done earlier that day. This time it was me that made a little moan. It felt so goddamn good! There seemed to be a direct path from her mouth on mine right to my cock.

I tightened my hands on her hips and pulled her in closer to me as she continued to lightly lick my lips, and I opened my mouth a little, just in case she wanted to taste in there too. And she did. I felt her tongue slip inside my lips and then further, and I opened up to her, letting her go wherever she wanted. I'm pretty sure I'd kissed a lot more than she had—even in my young life—and I wanted to let her have as much fun as she wanted.

Her hands slid up my face to my hair, and then I felt her nails lightly scrape my scalp, and I swear to god, every hair on my body stood up on end. I couldn't help it: I opened my mouth and ground it into hers, my hands sliding around to cup her sweet ass and pull her into me. And she came forward, leaning against me, tilting her head and opening her mouth to me, letting me kiss her and lick her and suck that exploring tongue into my mouth. I don't know how long we kissed that way, my hands kneading her ass and hers pulling my head to her, before we stopped, both of us panting. I opened my eyes and looked at her face, all flushed and beautiful. She looked back at me, and I could see she wanted me too.

"Well, I don't think we have to worry about you being excited enough for sex, do we, babyboy?" She asked me with a sexy sly smile, and the husky note in her voice had me throbbing even harder.

"When, Mom?" was all I could manage to say.

"Tonight."

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A half hour later I was pacing my bedroom in my underwear, trying to think about anything that would keep me from cumming in my shorts. Mom just wanted me to cum and get her pregnant, but I wanted to give her an experience that would make her want more. I couldn't cum too soon, or that wouldn't happen.

Mom had said to give her thirty minutes, and it had been just that. I went to Mom and Dad's room, took a deep breath, and opened the door

Dad was lying on his side of the bed with a book, but Mom—my beautiful, sexy mother—was closest to the door, her beautiful breasts peeking out of the covers. She had on some kind of black silky nightgown, and she looked amazing. My dad looked a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. I knelt down beside the bed and knew I needed to say something, but I didn't know what.

"Mom..." I stopped, wishing I knew what would make her feel more comfortable with what we were about to do. "I love you." She smiled at me. "But more than that, Mom, I want to give you what you want." Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened a little. And that was all I needed. I stood, and she slid over a little so I could get into bed. My feet slid down her leg and she giggled. "Oh god, Mom, I'm sorry. My feet are always cold."

We laughed a little, and the tension seemed to go down a little. "Mine are warm," she said, and her voice sent a little shiver up my spine. She slid her foot up my leg, and I had to keep from attacking her. I looked over to see Dad looking at his book as if he couldn't see or hear us. I wondered what she'd told him. Then she smiled at me, sexy and gorgeous, and I forgot all about him as I leaned in, sliding my arm around her, and I kissed her. Just like we'd kissed before—slow and sexy and warm—and her arms came up to touch me, her hands sliding over my bare skin and I shivered, and then my tongue was in her mouth, and she was sucking on it, and my cock was as hard as a rock, and all I wanted was to bury myself inside her.

I slid my arm around her, and just like that, my hand found her breast. It was full and hot in my hand, and I knew that breast—and my mother—were mine. Everything blurred then, and we continued to kiss, and I continued to touch her, my hands going everywhere I'd dreamed about for all those years: flicking her nipples, sliding over her stomach, cupping those full hips. Then I realized she wasn't wearing panties under her gown. She had prepared for me, had made sure I could get to her pussy, and I knew I had to be inside her.

Still kissing her, I moved to where I was partly lying on her, and I started to slide her gown up slowly. Her skin was so warm, and she smelled so good. I kissed her down the side of her neck, feeling the pulse banging away in her throat, then went where I wanted to go. I moved aside the strap of her gown, and slid my mouth over her breast, taking her hard, pebbly nipple into my mouth, suckling and licking and nibbling. I was in heaven. I went back and forth between her two breasts over and over, as Mom threw back her head, her hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her.

It was there, suckling at the breast I'd suckled from as a baby, that it hit me: if we were able to get her pregnant, my mom would be nursing a baby at this breast. I felt a surge of energy to my cock just thinking about it, and I couldn't wait any longer. I slid back up to her mouth and kissed her one more time. Then I held myself above her and looked down at her. watching her face while I did. She looked up at me, so beautiful, and nodded.

I reached down and slid her silky gown up, pooling it around her hips. As it came up, I could see her beautiful thighs, then her hips, and then I saw her pussy—oh god—my mom was shaved. Before I could come in my briefs, I pulled my cock out. It was so hard, hot and throbbing, and I didn't know how long I would last. I guess my mom wouldn't care if I came too quick—as long as I came inside her—but I would. I wanted her satisfied.

I wished she'd have let me go down on her first, but with her damned conditions, I was lucky to have kissed her, and we both knew I'd snuck in the touching and suckling. I made myself a little happy by sliding a finger down over her clit to her pussy, feeling the hot wetness there. I heard her breathe in as I played with her body, a long slow deep inhale. I wanted to see her naked so badly, and I slid up her body and kissed her again, and asked: "May I please take off the gown?" But she just bit her lip and shook her head, and I didn't press my luck.

I looked over at my dad for a second and he was staring at my mom, his mouth hanging open. Fuck him. I moved completely between her legs, my cock hanging hard and thick between us. Mom spread her legs a bit more, and I took my cock in my hand and—god help me—slid it inside my mother. She was so tight. So motherfucking tight. She was wet—don't get me wrong—but her pussy was so tight it gripped my cock and didn't seem to want to let go.

I pressed inside her, feeling the head of my cock go deeper inside, then pulled my hips back and slid out, then back in again. I could feel the pressure building up inside my balls and cock and I knew I wouldn't last long. I tried thinking of anything else I could to keep from cumming and ending this experience too soon, but it was pointless. I was fucking my mom, trying to breed her, and there was nothing about this that wasn't exciting to me. I felt my mom's hands on my shoulders, then my back, and then my ass, as I picked up the pace and began really fucking her. I looked down in her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back and she was breathing hard. I leaned down and kissed her and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Then she spread her legs open further and tucked her feet behind my knees, and the next thing I knew, I was slamming my cock inside her, thinking the whole time, I'mfuckingmymomI'mfuckingmymomI'mfuckingmymom, and as I felt her start to shiver and grip me tighter, I knew I'd never seen anything as beautiful as my mom lying beneath me, open to me, taking my cock inside her. "Oh Mom...you're so beautiful..." I told her, and it was true. And she came all over my cock, breathing out her special name for me: babyboy.

I had to cum. I had to fill her. Had to breed her and claim her as mine. "Mom, I'm so close," I told her.

She answered me, her eyes closed, "Yes, baby yes...give me what I need," and that was it. I thrust a couple more times and then I felt my cock begin to jerk and pulse inside my mother's pussy.

The next day passed in a blur. I don't think my cock was soft from the moment I woke up until I fell asleep. My run in the morning was incredibly uncomfortable. My thoughts were full of my mom, my senses still on high alert from the night before. I'd left her in that bed with my father even though I hadn't wanted to, but I kissed her as gently as I could and even slid a pillow under her hips like I'd read about earlier in the day. The whole time I ran I could see her in my mind as she lay under me, my cock inside her, both of us cumming. I could even still smell her scent.

When I came into the kitchen, my dad was at the table and my mom was standing at the sink, looking out the window. Everything seemed normal, but not one of us in that room felt like we had a few days before. I stripped off my shirt and drank down my big glass of water, and I could feel both of my parents watching me. No one spoke. It was the weirdest moment I can ever remember, and because of my dad, my memory is full of awkward moments.

It was standing there in the kitchen that morning that I made a decision. My mom and I were going to be lovers—were already lovers—and it wouldn't just be in their bed late at night. I went over to my mom, with my dad sitting a few feet away, and wrapped my arms around my mom. I felt her body go stiff for a second, and then she seemed to relax back into me, tucking her arms over mine. I could feel Dad watching, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear. I wanted to say something deep and profound, but the only thing in my head was the line from that song. So I told her.

"You fill up my senses."

I heard her draw a breath in, and I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck just under her ear. Both of us heard my dad leave at that point, and I waited, wondering what Mom would say or do, but she just sighed and leaned back against me. I hugged her tight, feeling her hair tickling my chest, feeling my hard cock against her lower back and gorgeous full ass. I pushed aside the collar of her robe with my cheek and kissed the curve of her shoulder, and she tilted her head away to give me access. I felt like I'd just won the lottery. She wanted my kiss, wanted my touch. I spent a minute brushing my lips at the place where her neck and shoulder met, then wanted—needed—more.

I turned her in my arms and looked down at her. Her hair was pulled back and she wasn't wearing any makeup on her clean face, but she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. And she was looking up at me in a way I just can't describe, like she was waiting for me to say something or kiss her. So I did. I leaned down and put everything I felt in a kiss. And she opened up for me, her hands sliding up my bare chest, making me shiver. I couldn't help it, my hips pressed forward and my cock pushed and throbbed, wanting to be buried in her again.

I pulled back to look at her again. "Mom?" I said, not knowing what I was asking.

She tucked her head into my chest. "Just hold me, babyboy." She sounded tired or maybe sad. I held her tight and rested my chin on hers. We stood there for a few minutes, and I swear to god, my cock stayed rock hard. Just being near her was exciting.

After a few minutes, she leaned back and smiled up at me, then kissed me briefly and started to pull away. I held her for a few seconds, then kissed her forehead. "Love you, Mom," I said. She smiled at me as she pulled away.

"Love you too, babyboy," she said as she walked towards her room.

Maybe not in the same way yet, I thought, but you will.

That night, I stood next to the bed and looked down at my mom lying there in the bed with my dad and slowly, deliberately took off my underwear before climbing into bed. Mom looked surprised but she didn't stop me or say anything. And then I realized what was different: Mom was naked with the sheet covering her breasts. Another rule gone. Those full, heavy naked breasts. I couldn't wait to dive in. So I didn't. And she met me more than halfway, her hands all over my body from the moment I slid in. I guess the rule about no excess touching was out the window with the kissing. And the clothes.

My head was swimming with what I felt for her and how excited she made me, but I wasn't so far gone that I didn't hear Dad clear his throat. He said my mom's name, as if he was going to get onto her about what we were doing, and I was instantly angry. How dare he?

I lifted my head and looked at him, and I know he could see in my eyes exactly what I was feeling. "No way, Dad," I told him, barely stopping myself from reaching across the bed to throttle him. "You didn't want to be involved, remember?" I could see him think about responding to me, and then, watching him, I bent back to my mom's body. I was through with rules and conditions.

This time I was going to taste her. I suckled her breasts, drawing moans from her from the first suck, nibbling and licking. But I wanted more, so I slid down to her shaven pussy. She started to protest, but I didn't listen, diving into that space between her thighs, inhaling her scent as I licked her slit top to bottom with my tongue. She tasted just like I thought she would, sweet and tangy and salty and soft, soft, soft. Her thighs were as soft as her breasts, and I kissed and rubbed my face on them, playing like those kids on the playground with my own toys.

When I began to stroke her pussy with my tongue, she moaned and gripped my head with her thighs, and I could feel the wet spot under my cock from all the precum it was leaking. I was in heaven, my face wet with her juices, when I felt Mom reach down and tug me towards her.

"Now, babyboy, now," she moaned, and I felt my cock throb heavily. She wanted me. She wanted me inside her. And I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. I slid up her body, and my cock slid into her as if we'd been fucking for years, as if it was going home. She moaned as I slid all the way inside her, and then I heard a noise from my dad's side of the bed. I looked towards him, and by god, I was ready to kill him if he said a word. But he didn't. He couldn't. I wanted to laugh. He was stroking his cock in his pajama pants, and he'd cum on himself. Mom stopped and looked towards him, and I leaned down and kissed her, and said, "It's nothing, Mom. Just Dad cumming in his pjs." Mom looked over at him, lazily, and then she lifted her arms and put them around me.