Mom Needs More Ch. 04

After my first sexual experience with Mom---both of us deeply stoned, my cumming hard in her mouth---I'd like to say that we rushed madly into a full evening of fucking and sucking. That seems to be what happens in so many of the stories I read. But in truth, that first moment seemed to stun us. Mom swallowed my cum and rose up from the floor to kiss me deeply on the couch. I admit I loved the taste of my cum on her mouth, mostly because I enjoyed the erotic charge of having evidence I'd made my mom my lover, that I could taste it on her tongue. We held each other for a while, silently. When we finally broke our embrace in the living room, Mom sheepishly said, "I should get to bed, sugar."

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Oh, honey, I need to think. This was beautiful and special, but I....I just need a little time to think." She gave me another loving slow kiss on the lips and looked at me, as if to say, This isn't the end of what we've been doing, then walked upstairs slowly. I couldn't help but watch her naked ass as she rose and disappeared.

I slept on the couch a little fitfully, my body warring against its own exhaustion and the excitement of cumming twice with my school counselor, Julie, and once with my own mother. Eventually I drifted off, my brain a confusion of feelings of love and lust. I loved my mother---she raised me, supported me, took care of me in spite of all the chaos of her broken relationship with dad. But the part of me that saw her as a gorgeous, highly fuckable mature woman had overwhelmed me. How was I going to balance those two feelings?

I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen nearby. I was cold in the chill summer morning, naked as I was, but I realized I had a light blanket draped over me---Mom must have put it on me sometime during the night. The pot pipe was put away, our clothes removed from the floor and presumably put in the hamper. Mom's tennis watch on the coffee table was the only evidence she had stripped here last night.

I stood up and, draping the blanket over my shoulders like a massive shawl, walked groggily to the kitchen. I felt a little silly, my cock waggling half-covered, but I was eager to see Mom and try to resolve some of the ambiguity that had fell over last night.

She was tending to a couple of skillets on the stove. Seeing me in the kitchen doorway, she turned to me and smiled. "Hey sugar," she said.

"Pull up a chair. I'll have breakfast for you in just a sec."

It was as if nothing at all had happened, though if Mom was feeling any remorse over getting baked with her son and then sucking his balls dry, it didn't translate into a compulsion to dress more conservatively. She wore a pair of black sandal wedges that invited my eyes to follow the curves of her calves and thighs up to the denim miniskirt I saw in her shopping bags yesterday. It covered her ass, but just barely; as she leaned over the counter to grab a towel, I could see the delicious crinkle of skin where the tops of her thighs met the bottom of her round ass. I couldn't quite tell if she was wearing panties, but she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Instead, she sported a blue bikini top that actually covered her tits pretty fully but couldn't disguise her gorgeous cleavage.

"Careful, Mom," I said, pouring some coffee from the carafe on the breakfast nook table. "Bikinis and bacon grease don't go together."

"Oh, I'm fine," she said, giggling. "But thanks for looking out for me." She put together plates for both of us, then sat down, her tits bouncing a little. She caught me looking and smirked.

"Mom, about last night, I just wanted---"

"Let's talk about fucking," she said, firmly. She looked me in the eye firmly, making it clear that she wasn't going to have much patience for evading what happened, or apologizing for it. "Do you know what I did as soon as I got to my bedroom after I was done sucking you off? I started playing with my pussy. My cunt was soaked. I found my clit and just kept stroking, stroking, stroking until I came. And after I did that I found my vibrator and I started getting myself off with that too. One time wasn't enough, so I just kept on making myself feel good."

"Mom, I..."

She held a hand up, pushed on. "I have a butt plug, baby. A nice big one that really fills my ass up. And it has a little vibrating bullet in it. I got that butt plug good and greasy, and I slid it up my ass, and I pushed that button. And then I turned that vibrator on. I was buzzing all over, my pussy was so wet and you should have seen my nipples, how hard they were. And I came so hard, baby. So fucking hard. And I thought about you the whole time.

"So we're not going to have some conversation about feeling regret or shame or anything like that. I think I flirted with you so much, wanted the pot and the tight clothes because I wanted to unlock something very, very deep in me. You helped me do that, and I don't want to close it off again. I spent years with your father hiding the part of me that wanted to be loving and erotic and sexy, and I can't find it in any of the other men I see. They'll stare at my tits or cop a feel of my ass at work or at the mall, but they don't....they don't unlock me, baby. That's what you did. I don't want to cover up anymore. I want to be the woman I deserve to be with you."

I stared silently back at my mother, so consumed by a raging mix of emotions that I practically felt like I was levitating. I was stunned to hear my mother speak so candidly about her sexual need, even a little intimidated. But the erotic charge in me was enormous---she was confessing freely that what she wanted from me was sex, and my cock was fully hard under the table, my balls almost painfully tight. A warmth enveloped me, and I shrugged the blanket off my shoulder.

"Mom?" I asked, looking in her eyes firmly, letting her know that I was game for the erotic life we were getting ready to explore.

"Yes, baby?" She was panting a little.

"How wet is your cunt right now?"

She closed her eyes and shuddered. "Say it again, baby."

"Say what?"

"Cunt."

"Your cunt, mom. Is your pretty dirty cunt getting soaked right now?"

She purred, and opened her eyes, blue and sparkling. Her voice shifted into a lower pitch. "It's been soaked all fucking morning." With that she stood up and walked to me, standing up with her legs astride me as I sat.

"See for yourself."

I ran my hands up her thighs, pulling up the denim miniskirt. Indeed, my mother was going without panties this morning. I ran the index finger of my right hand slowly up her thigh, smelling the fragrant, humid air surrounding her wet pussy, then entered her slit. It was wetly smooth and giving, and mom began moving her hips as I slid one, then two fingers inside her. I took my other hand and began rubbing her clit with my thumb, the rest of my fingers splayed over her warm flat belly.

For a long minute, mom simply reveled quietly in my attentions, pressing or pulling against my fingers and making incoherent but obviously affirming noises. She reached a hand down to my thickly veined cock. Giving it a slight pull, a small short stream of clear precum oozed from my cock and onto her fingers.

"Messy," Mom groaned absently, and licked her fingers.

"I want to make a mess in you, Mom. I want to cum in your pussy."

With that, she snapped out of her dreamy haze and brought herself down to straddle my lap. Expertly grabbing my cock, she rubbed it over her clit, a heightened buzzing that ran between us. We kissed hard, and my hands naturally drifted up to her tits, mauling them over the fabric of her bikini top. As I kissed her again, I leaned forward slightly to undo the bikini top from the back, and my cock head slid into her pussy. I panicked slightly, but she grabbed me before I could pull out.

"Mommy's on the pill, baby," she cooed in my ear. "You can make that big cummy mess in mommy's pussy if you like."

We started fucking, our muscles tightened and every bit of ourselves given to fulfilling the need we felt in each other. Her thighs clutched mine as I grinded my hips up from the kitchen chair. I grabbed her ass cheeks hard, loving the smile on mom's face as she eagerly consumed my rough pawing. I began spanking her ass while sucking on one of her obscenely hard nipples, and I thought I could feel a gush of pussy juice warmly wash my cock with every slap, slap, slap.

"Bruise me, baby," she said between groans.

Eventually I sat up, pulling Mom up with me, and stood behind her, relishing the feeling of my hard wet cock pressed hard against her firm ass cheeks, cupping her big tits and kissing her neck.

"Bend over, Mom."

"Yes, baby. Fuck Mommy from behind." She did as I asked, pushing our plates of uneaten breakfast away as I grabbed her round hips and guided my cock back inside, deeper than before. Mom let out a low, guttural groan as I fucked her, and I could feel her orgasm physically overtake her, rumbling from her pussy to my cock to the whole of both our bodies.

"Make that big mess in me, baby! Mommy's cumming! Mommy's gonna fucking cum!" She clutched the tablecloth, and just as her sweating, beautifully curved body stilled, I came, shooting so impossibly hard into my mother's pussy, into her cunt, that I felt for a moment removed from reality. Her hips began moving again, coaxing more and more cum from my engorged cock, my balls beautifully sore as they drained.

As my half-hard cock slid out of my mother, I smiled as fat drips of my cum leaked out of her as well, onto to the clean tile floor. Turning around, she grasped me as if to a lifesaver, her knees wobbly. "Oh, baby boy, she groaned. That's exactly what mommy needed." We kissed each other wetly, lasciviously, binded closer than ever before to our new relationship. I looked forward to more of this fucking from now on.

"So what's the rest of your day going to be like?" she said, laughingly, like a longtime girlfriend, or even a spouse. I sat back down on the chair and she joined me, straddling one thigh. As I caressed her ass and we gave each other small intimate kisses, we talked about our plans for the day. I adored how casually, how freely her tits pressed against my bare chest, loved how we could fuck so casually now and talk about going out to meet a friend or do the laundry.

In fact, that was Mom's plan---she needed to get laundry done.

"You got dressed up like that just to do laundry?"

"I got dressed up like that to fuck you," she said, kissing me. "And, mission accomplished. I'm betting I'm going to want some more of you later, but right now duty calls."

So, reluctantly, we broke it off. I went upstairs and took a long, warm shower, pulled on some gym shorts and a T-shirt, then scrolled through my emails and Facebook updates. "What's on your mind?" the website prompted me. "Frankly, fucking my mother again," I thought, and smiled at the thought of what would happen if I actually typed those words and clicked "Share." But of course not. What was so exciting, so amazing about what my mother and I were cultivating was that it was so private, this space we reserved for each other where we could indulge our hunger for the other's body.

About 20 minutes later I was lying on my bed flipping through a magazine when there was a knock at the door. I told mom to come in, and she entered, wearing a pair of ass-hugging shorts and a tight white T-shirt that made her nipples plainly visible, even through her bra. My cock was beginning to spring to life, but something in her expression told me she wasn't in the mood.

"I found this in your jeans pocket," she said, handing me a slip of paper. It was the number on which Julie had written her phone number with the name "Mom" on it after our role-playing fuck session the day before. "Care to explain to me what it means?"

"It's n-nothing," I stammered. "It's just..."

"Don't bullshit me," she said. She planted her hands on her hips and stared daggers at me, as if I were no longer her lover but a 9-year-old boy who'd just broken a window. "We don't keep secrets now, baby. Who's this 'Mom'? Tell me or I'll call the number myself."

I sighed and sat up on the bed, then told her the whole thing---how Julie had slowly become more than just a counselor after she divorced her husband, our regular blowjob sessions, and how we had graduated to fucking yesterday, complete with some incest roleplaying. I told her that she was leaving town for the summer but that I should get in touch with her back in August.

Mom listened patiently as I explained this, her expression softening as I described the slow shift in may relationship with Julie, from flirtation to sex. When I got to the part about the role-playing her countenance turned quizzical, but she no longer seemed mad. When I was done she was quiet for a moment.

"Call her," she said. "Now."

"Call her? Mom, I..."

"Call her and tell her it's over between the two of you. Tell her you've found somebody else." She grabbed the phone from the bedside table and placed it in my hand.

"Mom, you're being a little crazy. Should I tell her I'm dumping her for my mom while I'm at it?"

"Maybe you should! Point is, I don't want to share my baby with anybody else right now."

I had no idea what was running through Mom's brain at this moment. Maybe she was so concerned that I would abandon her that she insisted I commit to her exclusively. We could talk about it more later. For now, though, I had to dial the number and make the call.

Julie perked up immediately once she recognized my voice. "What are you up to, sexy? I was just packing my bags for my trip."

I lay down looking at mom, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. "Nothing much," I said. "Just lying in bed, thinking of you."

Mom's eyes widened at me, and she shot me a look that said, What the fuck do you think you're doing?

"Is that a fact, and what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about how good you fucked mommy's tight pussy yesterday?"

"I am. I am thinking about how I fucked mommy's tight pussy." I stared at Mom as I spoke.

"Thinking about how hot it was to watch mommy's big tits bounce while I fucked her, and how good it felt to shoot all that thick cum deep in her cunt."

"Oh, baby, are you trying to phonefuck me? You should see the tight shorts I have on right now. I bet you'd love to pull them off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would, mommy. I'd love to pull down those tight shorts and watch you play with your pussy." Mom stood up, a little skeptical, but she stood up and hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her shorts. I put Julie on speakerphone.

"Mmmmmm, baby," Julie cooed. "I love how you look at mommy when she plays with her pussy. You've been making mommy very horny for a very long time now."

Mom nodded at that, and pulled down her shorts.

"Are you playing with your pussy, mommy?"

"Yes I am, baby boy. Mommy's stroking her clit, which is sooooo swollen right now."

My cock was tenting in my shorts. Mom, bottomless, stood a little closer to me by the bed and began stroking her pussy. This close, I could hear her wet stroking.

"Are you naked, mommy? You know I love it when you're completely naked."

"I am, baby boy. Got my big tits ready for you to suck on."

Mom pulled off her T-shirt and bra, tossing the bra playfully over my face. She was into this now.

"Mmmm," I groaned. "And I have a big cock ready for you to suck on."

Mom straddled me, riding my chest, pressing her tits into my face. I couldn't resist taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard.

Julie was perplexed by the long silence. "Are you there?"

"I am....I'm just busy sucking on mommy's big fat tits."

I heard a guttural groan over the speaker. "God, mommy needs such a good fucking," she said, as Mom pulled off my shorts and slid her pussy, beautifully wet again, over my hard cock.

"I know mommy does," I cried, loving the feel of Mom's silky pussy all over again. She began to buck harder, but I put a finger to my lips, cautioning her. "Your baby boy needs some hard fucking too. So much hard fucking, mommy."

"Mmmmmm, mommy wants to be your little fuckslut, do you know that? My pussy is so juicy right now. God, I wish you were here to fuck me for real!"

"Me too, mommy," I groaned, as Mom rode me with a silent intensity. Julie and I kept phonefucking that way, and thought Mom definitely got a little louder as we kept on, I don't think she heard us fucking over her own groans of pleasure. After we came, all three of us, I had wonderfully naughty, uncanny feeling of having fucked my mom twice, simultaneously. But after I hung up on Julie I was grateful to just hold one Mom, my mom, as we relaxed and eased into each other on the bed.

"When she gets back to town," Mom whispered in my ear, "invite her over."