Mom Sucks Dick!

I didn't realize my expression had changed until she looked up at my face and asked, "What's bothering you, honey?"

I blew out a breath, annoyed with myself for spoiling the moment. I wrapped my arms around her so we could rotate around each other. "Let me wash you, while I think how to put it," I murmured. She smiled up at me and raised her arms over her head once I had the soapy bath sponge. Her naked body, glistening in the spray of the shower, took my breath away. I stared in wonder for a few seconds before I managed to shake myself out of it and started scrubbing her armpits. "Wow," I breathed.

When I was finished lathering up and scrubbing her back and legs, she pulled down the shower nozzle so I could rinse her backside for her. When I had finished with everything else, she spread her feet so I could direct the spray into her most intimate parts. I was completely hard after that.

"I'm glad to see you're ready," Mom murmured with a grin. "Before we get carried away and forget, though, what was on your mind?"

I handed her the spray nozzle and sighed, stepping back to reach out for bath towels. After handing her one of them, I spoke while drying myself. "I couldn't help but think, 'This will all be over when Dad comes home.' I didn't want to spoil the moment by bringing it up, but that's what's going to happen, right? We're not going to keep sharing showers and having sex after he gets back, will we?"

She looked at me and shook her head, biting her lip as she worked the towel over her shoulders and arms. "No. This will all have to end before he gets home, and we can never mention it again. You know your father. He may have...what's the word? 'Tacit?' Yeah, that's it. He has given us tacit approval in his absence, but that doesn't mean he would ever want to hear about it. Well...not directly."

I looked at her with some confusion. Later I would look up the word just to be sure. "Understood or implied without being stated." Yeah, that was the right word. My dad was all about being tacit when it came to talking with me about sex. I was still confused about what she meant by "not directly" talking about what we had been up to in his absence. It wasn't until we were dry and in her bedroom that I managed to bring it up.

"Mom, I have to ask. What did you mean by that last part? How would Dad hear about what we have been doing 'not directly?' That doesn't make any sense."

She stopped working her lubricated fingers in her ass long enough to turn her head and look at me. Then she swallowed carefully and blushed. That threw me for a loop. Here she was bent over in front of me and letting me watch while she lubricated her asshole, but my question made her embarrassed?

"Well, um..." she stammered, clearly struggling to figure out what to say. Then she looked at me standing at the foot of her bed with my hard cock at the ready and she sighed. "I couldn't help but notice what an incredible, strapping young man you had become. Your father caught me looking at you in a most un-motherly fashion. It...turned into dirty talk between us. Even if nothing had happened while he was out of town, I would have been telling him how his son had taken me while he was gone."

"Oh," I uttered. I blinked a few times as my mind worked through the implications of her statement. "So...when Dad gets home on Monday...?"

"I'm going to tell him what a dirty boy his son has turned into," she growled. "I'll tell him how you weren't satisfied with just a blowjob this time, and even my pussy wasn't enough for you." She looked into my eyes and licked her lips. "I'll tell him how you took my virgin asshole and made me love it."

It confirmed my suspicion, but I still asked as I crawled into the bed behind her. "Is that true? Dad never did this for you?"

"Ohhh, no," she moaned as my hard cock once again filled her horny backdoor. "Your father loves telling me what a sexy ass I have, but he never tried to do anything to my asshole. You are the first man to ever do this to me. Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass, just like that!"

I couldn't imagine being married to a woman with such a sexy ass for twenty-two years and not doing this. I shook my head and looked from her face to where her sweet asshole was welcoming every thrust. Almost immediately I heard her moaning and felt her ass grip me tightly as she came. I was glad we'd had the foresight this time to lay a dry bath towel beneath her. She gushed copious juices down her thighs all three times she shuddered and came with my dick buried in her ass.

Shortly after her third orgasm, I had to stop. My tortured ass muscles demanded a break. "I really need to walk it off," I muttered as I slid out of the bed and tried to stretch my legs.

"Okay," Mom panted as she looked over her shoulder at me. She could tell I was serious because her irresistible ass was still pointed up in the air behind her. It was really frustrating to have to stop fucking it, but the pain in my backside had reached the point it was just unbearable.

* * *

Simply pacing around the house wasn't going to get those muscles loosened up. As soon as I realized it, I put on jogging shorts and a tank-top and headed out the front door. I smiled and waved at several of our neighbors as I stretched my legs into a loping jog around the block. The late afternoon sun felt good on my shoulders and my legs quickly loosened up as the muscles got warmed up.

Three laps around the block served to completely relax my butt and hamstring muscles, and a final cooldown lap ensured I would not cramp up again soon. I reminded myself I needed to hydrate again as soon as I went back inside. As soon as I was in the front door, I turned and headed for the kitchen. I sucked down three big glasses of water and knew I was going to be all right.

Then my mother came sauntering out from her bedroom wearing that sexy little lace nightie again. She looked at my slightly sweaty chest and her eyes flashed with arousal. I knew I was in trouble.

Mom practically dragged me back to bed, pushing me roughly down onto the damp towel so she could slither up on top of me and impale her tight puckered hole on my dick once again. She moaned into my neck as she savored the scent of my perspiration and kissed me frantically. The way she was bucking her hips up and down quickly pushed her right over the edge and I felt her juices drenching my pubic area.

She was just getting started.

An hour later we finally took a break to stagger into the shower. Mom had ridden me hard, but when I saw her sexy bottom pointed toward me in the shower I felt like it was my turn. I loved the way she moaned when my dick slid back into her horny little asshole. Once again she shuddered and came and I felt her juices pouring out of her. After that, though, she insisted, "My poor little asshole needs a little bit of a break, honey."

She turned around and soaped me lovingly. By the time we were clean, though, we were famished.

For the first time all day, we finally felt up to cooking something to eat. It was almost a return to normalcy; we got dressed and fixed a nice dinner together. I loved seeing my mother's face when she smiled brightly and shivered. The way she leaned up and drove her tongue into my mouth kind of spoiled the "normalcy" of the moment. I knew that as soon as we had eaten dinner, she would be ready for more.

She was, but Dad called while we were still eating. Mom's eyes lit up again, and she reached over to squeeze my hand when she took the call. "Oh, baby, you would not believe how incredible your son was today!" she gushed. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I meant at his soccer game, you dirty-minded man. No, I'm serious! He practically beat the other team single-handed. He scored two goals, stole the ball like a dozen times, and he assisted on almost all the rest of their points. Seven to nothing!" She nodded her head vigorously as my dad replied. Then she looked at me with a gleam in her eye. "Let me call you back after dinner," she said, "and I'll tell you what happened after we got home."

After she hung up the phone, she reached over beneath the table and squeezed my thigh. "You really were incredible," she said softly.

"Thanks, Mom," I replied with a smile.

She looked increasingly thoughtful and troubled as we finished eating. Eventually I felt the need to ask, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, sweetie, I really wanted to have you there in bed with me while I talk with your father. But the more I think about it, the more I think it's a bad idea. You know how carried away I get sometimes, and I don't want to ruin it." She sighed loudly and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

I gave her a soft smile and reached over to squeeze her hand. "Don't worry about it, Mom, I understand. You know I really love Dad. I would never want to do anything to hurt him. I think it's awesome what you two have, and I wouldn't want to mess that up." We shared another smile, and then I thought to add, "Hey, why don't you go make that call now? I'll take care of the dishes, and then I can join you for movie night after you get off the phone."

"You're so thoughtful," she murmured.

I figured that phone call would take a while, so I took my time and did a thorough job of cleaning the dishes, the kitchen counters, and the dining room table. Mom came out and gave out a low whistle when she saw the gleaming table.

"Wow, you really did a great job," she said. Her tone let me know she was genuine. "Let's get back to bed so I can thank you properly."

* * *

I don't know if "thanking me properly" was accurate. She was dripping with arousal after that phone call with Dad, and couldn't wait for me to fuck her horny little pussy. Not that I was complaining, of course. It still felt like wet perfection when I was inside her. It did not take long at all before I came inside her and she shuddered through her own intense orgasm when she felt it.

Afterward she pushed me over onto my back and hungrily slurped our combined juices off of my still-hard dick. I never went soft. She reached over to grab the remote and handed it to me, and then she finally released me from her mouth with a gasp. "Turn on the television," she panted. "I can't see your face in the dark."

I found a channel that was showing movie trailers for all the pay-per-view stuff. There was just no way I would be able to pay attention long enough to actually watch a movie, but it felt like this still qualified as "movie night." I came in her mouth again after a long and thorough blowjob, and she shuddered through her own orgasm as she drank every drop of my sperm.

We took a short break so I could brush my teeth, and she left the bathroom light on when we went back to bed. I watched her undress for bed and shook my head in undisguised admiration.

"You look incredible," I breathed. "I still can't believe I get to see your body like this."

Her smile was just as beautiful. "Oh, honey," she purred. "You really know how to make me feel sexy."

I could not stifle the yawn that overcame me, and felt like it ruined that moment. "Sorry, Mom," I said as I covered my mouth. "I'm afraid I'm wiped out. It's been a really full day."

She just smiled and shook her head. "It's okay. I understand. Get some sleep, and then we can enjoy some more of this incredible quality time."

Once again I fell asleep with a smile on my face and my mother's mouth happily nursing on my dick.

* * *

As was almost always the case, my dick woke up long before I did in the morning. I was only aware of my surroundings and my muscles hadn't yet unlocked when Mom moaned and slurped harder around my morning erection. Then she abruptly stopped and pulled her mouth off of me. By the time I could actually open my eyes and move, she was already bouncing up and down on top of me with my cock in her ass.

I licked my lips and watched. She was facing away from me and leaning slightly forward so I had an unobstructed view of my shaft driving in and out of her sexy backdoor. I thought about making a smart-alecky comment about her not wasting any time, but then I realized it was already Sunday morning. I would have school the next day, and then Dad would be home. This might be the last day for me to enjoy the marvelous sensation of fucking my mother in her impossibly perfect asshole.

My hands reached up to hold her hips and steady her as she shook through an intense orgasm. Her juices poured out and soaked my balls and thighs. Shortly after that, she had to use the bathroom and shower. I got up and made us a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. We would need our energy, and I did not want to have to stop again until dinnertime.

Right after that breakfast, I bent my mother over the kitchen sink and fucked her in the ass. I held nothing back and soon shot a massive load deep inside her. She cooed happily to feel it, and turned to kiss my mouth while my dick was still pulsing out all that fresh, creamy cum.

"Ohhh, I love that," she groaned. "I wish we could start out every day like this."

"That would be incredible," I moaned in agreement.

My body was shuddering through the final stages as I emptied my nuts inside her tightly-gripping ass, but in my mind I pictured what she described. Mom always wore skirts to work, even when it was chilly outside. Dad usually left for work while we were still eating breakfast. It was easy to imagine the two of us heading out here after breakfast, putting our dishes in the sink, and then lifting my mother's skirt so I could take her just like this.

"You'd need a butt plug," I murmured.

"What?" she asked, clearly confused.

"I was just thinking that if we started every day like this, you would have a massive load of my cum in your ass. You'd need a butt plug or it would be leaking out and drenching your panties all day long." I chuckled as I felt her asshole squeeze down on the base of my shaft. "Could you imagine that?" I asked in a husky whisper, "going to work every day with a fresh, hot load of your son's sperm filling your ass? My goodness, Mom, what would they think if anyone ever found out?"

I felt her shudder and watched her bite her lip as she looked into my eyes and came. "You're such a bad boy," she whispered, "putting such dirty thoughts in my head."

* * *

The day wasn't entirely a non-stop fuck-fest like I had hoped, but it was close. I lost track of the number of times I came deep in my mother's horny asshole. Neither of us could get enough. We finally fell into bed completely exhausted after one final shower together. I was already half asleep when Mom squirmed around in the bed and took me into her mouth.

In the morning, I was again reminded what a lucky guy my father was. Mom was once again sucking me vigorously, and I opened my eyes to find her between my spread thighs. Her head bobbed up and down and she was making those same obscenely loud slurping noises. She moaned happily when she felt me swelling in her mouth, and then I groaned and fed her a fresh batch of sperm.

I softened only slightly after I came, and her wet, talented mouth never relented until she had teased out every drop. By the time she had gotten all of it, I was completely hard again. I watched her sexy face the entire time, and saw the wild look in her eyes when she pulled her mouth off of me and was faced with my wet, throbbing dick. She looked up at my face and panted, "We still have time!"

I didn't have to ask. We had time to lubricate her horny asshole, and time for me to give her a deep, thorough butt-fucking. There was time for her to come three times as I fucked her ass, and time for me to come hard, deep inside her. There was just enough time for us to share a quick shower and get dressed for school.

That didn't leave quite enough time for breakfast, but we snagged granola bars to munch in the car on our way to school. Mom parked further out in the parking lot and looked around quickly before leaning over and giving me a searing kiss.

"Thank you for taking care of me this weekend," she murmured dreamily. "You were incredible."

"I'm the luckiest guy on earth," I replied, looking at her and shaking my head.

It wasn't until I got out of the car and walked up to the school that it hit me. That may have been it. I might never get to experience anything sexual with my mother, ever again. I stopped walking for a second, but then the press of other students carried me with them into the building. I kept walking on autopilot until I reached my locker. I knelt and opened it, getting out my book bag and the textbooks I needed for my first three classes.

A sexy pair of legs appeared on my left, drawing my attention. I followed those legs up to a long skirt and smiled up at Emmanuelle. "Hey there, stranger," I joked softly.

She was still in two of my classes, so it wasn't like I never saw her. We just hadn't talked much since she broke up with me and started seeing Justin. Before she said a word, I knew they had broken up. She knew Denise and I had broken up three weeks earlier. As I stood up, it was obvious there were way too many people around. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"So, are we going to date again, or are you just looking to hook up with me, now that you're single?"

"I don't know," she whispered in reply.

I nodded. We looked into each others' eyes briefly, and she shivered. So. We were going to fuck, and after that we would figure it out.