Mom, You're The Best

"Like I said, it was a good start," she replied lustfully. "Now, where would you like to fuck me first?"

John was aghast. "Wuh, wuh, what d' you mean?" He asked.

"Every room in the house, John. I want to cum in every room of the house. Where do want to start?"

A wave of confidence surged through him and he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips opened and their tongues probed each other's mouth, dancing, swirling together. He broke the kiss, grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground.

"Right here in the kitchen," he stated as he placed her on the edge of the table with his cock rubbing against her pussy.

Helen looked down at his still hard cock and a thrill of excitement ran through her remembering a young man could stay hard. She placed a hand against his chest and gently pushed him back.

"Go slowly at first, okay," she told him, looking into his eyes. "I'm small and that is the fattest cock I have ever seen. Let me get used to you before you let loose and fuck me."

John couldn't believe his ears, let alone his eyes, with this sexy wanton woman before him. Then it dawned on him to take it slowly and not hurt her.

Helen wrapped her arms around his neck and eased forward to the edge of the table. Her pussy now available for his cock.

John took hold of his cock and rubbed it over her slit and up to her clit. Helen flinched as he slapped his cock against her clit and felt it pulse. Then he lowered his cock and eased it into her pussy. She gasped and John stopped, with the first two inches of his cock inside her.

"Hold still," she said breathlessly.

John felt the heat and moisture from her pussy and struggled to not pound his cock into her. He held off and watched her face, then she nodded and he pushed further inside.

"Christ, that's thick," she said, as she leaned back and placed her hands on the table behind her. "Push it all in then stop."

John slowly eased his cock all the way into her tight pussy and stopped, then looked at her. Her mouth was wide open. She stared down at her pussy and breathed heavily.

"Slowly now," she instructed and John eased his cock back out and slowly back in. Her pussy felt hotter and tighter than any he had known before. He wondered how long he would last, then remembered he had just shot his load and should be able to fuck her properly.

Helen felt her head swoon as his cock filled her pussy. She could feel her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her brain. Her stomach inflated with every in thrust and deflated as he withdrew. She'd heard of women fainting during sex and made herself concentrate on his cock. In and out. Slowly in and out. In and out. In and out. Her mind went blank as she was consumed by the pleasure her body and his cock was giving her.

John looked down and saw his cock glisten with her juices. He figured that meant she was suitably aroused and he made his cock throb. Her little gasp told him she was ready and he upped the tempo.

Helen moaned and lay back on the table. John took this as a sign that she was ready. He took hold of her left leg and raised it up to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her leg and used it as a lever to thrust his cock home into her pussy.

A minute later sweat was pouring from his forehead as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. He watched her writhe with pleasure and shake her head from side to side.

Helen could no longer control her body. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God. Urrrgghhhhh," she whimpered.

John was amazed at the sight beneath him, then felt her pussy clamp to his cock as she rolled onto her side. Her body convulsed and she let out a long guttural moan as her orgasm enveloped her. She was gone. This was animal fucking.

John stopped and withdrew his cock as her body shuddered on the table. He pulled out and her orgasm erupted from her pussy. He looked down as it splashed against his stomach. "Fucking wow!" He thought. "Jeez this girl is something else. Fuck! I've got her for the weekend. Be cool. Be cool."

As Helen regained control of her breathing john asked if she was alright.

"Alright?" She answered. "I told you, this is just a good start," she said as she pushed herself up on the table.

Thoughts flew through John's mind: "Is she some sort of nympho. Just a start? That was great. Much better than most of the porn I've seen. Best I've ever had and I didn't even cum."

Helen took a sip of her wine. "Number one and two were good, but number three is the big one," she said looking at him.

"Sorry?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Give me a few minutes to get my breath back." Helen noticed the puzzled look on his face. "The third time I cum is the big one. Now pour me another glass and think about which room is next."

John fixed her another drink and wondered what the 'big one' could be. He'd never seen a woman convulse on his cock like she had. She's squirted twice. He tried to think what he could do better and failed to come up with anything.

A minute later John lead her into the living room. "I think we need to get rid of this," he said, indicating the Basque and moved behind her. He slowly pulled the zip down as his cock hardened against her ass.

Helen felt his cock against her cheeks, then she was free of the Basque. His arms came around her and his hands caressed her breasts. She leaned her head back and John kissed her neck passionately. "Where do you want me? She asked.

"Over here," he replied and lead her to the sofa. "Lean back and spread your legs." He watched as she lay down and spread her legs. "You look absolutely fan-fucking-tastic," he said, then knelt down before her.

Helen felt her breathing tighten as John moved his hands up her thighs with his head between her legs. She watched him slowly roll down her nylons and felt the anticipation in her pussy build. Moments later she felt his tongue on her pussy and she grabbed his head, pulling him onto her sex.

"Lick my pussy. Lick my tight, wet, pussy. It's your pussy now. Oh, that feels good."

John looked up and saw her eyes were closed and her neck had reddened. He reached up and cupped a breast tightly. She let out a little squeak when he pinched her nipple.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

That was music to John's ears and he rose up onto his feet. He took hold of her calf's and lifted her legs up to her tits and watched as Helen pulled them back to her shoulders. He took hold of his cock and slid it into her pussy.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me."

John stared into her eyes as he started fucking her. Feeling his cock slide in and out of her hot wet pussy was better than he had ever dreamed of.

Helen giggled then said: "This is where your Mom always sits. Ummm, keep doing that, it feels so good."

John continued pumping his cock in and out, occasionally slipping out.

"Did you position me here on purpose, John?" She asked lustfully, with a horny look in her eye. "Are you thinking of fucking your Mom? Oh, that's it, your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me."

John moved his hands to her tits and pinched her nipples, unable to speak as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy.

With her legs against his shoulders and his head above hers, Helen moved a hand down and strummed her clit. "Oh, that's good," she gasped. She looked up and saw John was consumed with lust and sweat poured from his brow. That turned her on even more. "Call me Jen and fuck my pussy."

"Jen, your pussy is fucking great."

Helen felt her body go into overdrive when he called her Jen. Her mind raced: "He wants to fuck Jen. He wants to fuck his Mom. Fuck, this feels good. I'm going to get him to fuck his Mom. Fuck, that's kinky."

"Oh, Jesus, Hel, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," she replied breathlessly. "Another minute," she managed to say as she rapidly stroked her clit.

John concentrated on not cuming, then felt her pussy clamp on his cock. Helen's eyes were wild and he knew she was close.

Helen screamed then grabbed his head, looking him straight in the eyes. "Call me Mom and cum in my pussy," she demanded.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum."

That was all Helen needed to push her over the edge. She felt his cum explode from his cock and pump into her pussy. Her body tensed and she heaved her hips upwards.

John felt his orgasm trigger her orgasm and continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. He watched her rapidly strum her clit. "Arrgggghhhhh," she moaned, then reached up and pushed him away.

John felt her pussy muscles contract tightly and push him out. She squealed as his cock came out of her pussy and she squirted a stream of her juices up over the back of the sofa.

Helen continued strumming her clit and he watched in amazement as a second stream squirted from her pussy over her body and into her hair. The third squirt splashed over her face and into her open mouth.

John couldn't believe what was happening. He quickly lowered his head and the next squirt drenched his face. His cock was still hard and he thrust it back into her pussy, only to feel her force him out.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, as a fourth and final eruption exploded from her pussy and soaked her body, covering her tit's, neck and face. Her head uncontrollably rolling from side to side as her body jerked and convulsed on the sofa.

John couldn't say anything and just watched the woman before him disappear into sexual oblivion. She was consumed by sexual bliss and not in control of her body. It was the most amazing sight he had ever seen. He reached forward to stroke her hair from her face. Helen flinched and pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me," she said, exhausted. "Too sensitive."

John just watched as she tried to regain control of her breathing. A minute later she opened her eyes and looked at him. "That was the big one," she said and smiled at him. "Thank you, that was great."

"That was better than great," He replied, awestruck. "That was fucking amazing!"

Helen giggled. "Glad you liked it. Did you like watching me cum?"

"Like it? I loved it. That was... That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. You're amazing."

"Did I make a mess? She asked.

"Don't worry about that," he replied and gently kissed her on the lips. "I think you need a shower."

"Not yet. I need a few minutes. Could you get me a glass of water?"

When John returned from the kitchen with her drink, he sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her into him.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," he told her.

"It was pretty hot wasn't it," she replied feeling her nipples harden. "And we've only just got started."

"There's more?" he asked, surprised.

"That's what this is for," she said, and raised the glass of water. "Give me half an hour and I'll cum like that again."

"WOW!" Was all he could say.

"Where would you like me to cum next?"

John thought for a moment. "In my mouth," he replied.

Helen giggled and stroked his cheek. "I meant which room, Silly? But pick a room and I'll happily cum in your mouth."

John felt his cock harden just as his phone rang. "Ignore it," Helen told him and he resisted the urge to answer it. A few seconds later his phone buzzed, indicating a message, and he checked his phone.

"Oh, shit!" He exclaimed. "Bad weather has postponed Zoe's athletics meet. They're on their way back. We got ten minutes."

They both rushed into the kitchen and grabbed their clothes. Helen ran upstairs and a few minutes later she was ready to leave. "I was so looking forward to me fucking you, but I guess that will have to wait," she said, before kissing him goodbye.

John was in his room when his parents and Zoe entered the house. A little while later his father called him downstairs. His sister and mother were standing by the living room door and his father beside the sofa.

"What happened?" Ben asked, pointing to the wet patches on the carpet.

John felt his cheeks go red and tried to think. "I, uh, sorry, Dad, I spilt a drink. I'll clean it up now." He made to leave and Zoe stopped him, pointing behind the sofa.

"How the hell did you spill a drink both in front and behind the sofa?"

"I don't know," he answered and pushed past.

Half an hour later John lay on his bed, relieved he hadn't had to explain further. Zoe knocked and entered his room.

"Sorry about your meeting being cancelled," he said sympathetically, as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"Don't worry about that, it's been rearranged for next week." She looked at him with a wicked grin on her face. "What really happened in the living room?"

"Nothing," he replied tersely.

"Oh, come on, John. The living room reeked of sex when we walked in. Who was it?"

John knew he was busted and he couldn't lie to his sister. "I can't tell you. I promised I would be discrete."

Zoe raised her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh my, God," she exclaimed. "We passed Helen on the way back. You had sex with Helen."

"Shush," he replied, shocked that she knew. "You can't tell anyone, alright."

"I won't tell anyone if you tell me all the juicy details," she said and giggled, moving closer on the bed.

It didn't take long for John to share his story and by the end he could see her nipples poking through her shirt.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Zoe commented when he explained the stains in the living room. "You really made her come that hard?"

"I think it was more down to her than me," he replied.

"Don't put yourself down, big brother. It's good to know we have a stud in the house."

They both laughed and Zoe continued: "You got me all hot and flustered. I'm just going to go and take care of myself," she stated with a giggle and got up from the bed.

"Uh, too much information, thank you."

"Oh, don't be silly. I do help with the laundry and I've seen the mess you make on your sheets."

John was mortified, then relieved as she left his room.

The following morning, I wasn't surprised when I got a call from Helen and we arranged to meet for a coffee. As I drove there I wondered if I wanted to hear any details of my son having sex with her. Helen always enjoys telling me of her adventures, but this would be different. How right I was.

After getting our coffees and exchanging a few pleasantries, Helen leaned onto the table. "Jen, your son is incredible. He gave me the best orgasm of my life. It was amazing!"

"I'm not sure if I want to hear this," I replied, knowing that I did.

"I've got tell someone, Jen. It was mind-blowing. He made me squirt and the last one was an explosion. I came all over the place. I went over the edge, Jen. It was... it was like nothing I have ever experienced."

I confess I felt a little pride for my son at that point. "Wow!" I said without thinking. "I've never had one of those."

"He gave me three, Jen. Three! The last one was... His cock is incredibly thick."

I wanted to stop her there, but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt.

"And he certainly knows how to pleasure a lady. I'll never forget that last one."

"Did that happen in the living room?" I calmly enquired.

Helen twigged immediately. "Sorry about the mess," she said and smirked. "I tell you, even if you want me to replace the carpet, it was worth it."

I grinned and shook my head, happy that she had such a good time. "That's okay, I'm happy for you. Just wish you hadn't done it where I sit on the sofa." The expression on Helen's face changed to excited and serious as she gestured for me to lean closer.

"Oh, Jen, you're not going to believe this. That was his idea. I think it's what made me feel so naughty. When he came he was thinking of you. He called me 'Mom' as he filled my pussy."

I leant back in shock and gasped out loud. "NO!"

"He did, Jen. Hand on heart, I wouldn't lie to you."

I turned away, unable to comprehend what I just heard. My heart raced and thoughts flashed through my mind: "My son couldn't want to have sex with me. That's incest. That's perverse. What's the matter with him? He called her 'Mom' as he came. He thought he was fucking me. Oh my, God. What am I going to do?"

"Jen. Jen." She said, snapping me back into the moment. "So you've never had a squirting orgasm?" She asked in a matter-of-fact tone that again surprised me. I blinked and gently shook my head. "Well, I would certainly recommend John, if you want to experience one."

"What!" I exclaimed, stunned. "I can't have sex with my..." I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence, it was that absurd.

"Why not?" She responded, shocking me once again. "Two consenting adults. What's wrong with that?"

"He's my... My, God, Helen. What's the matter with you? I think we need to change the subject." I looked away and sipped my coffee, astounded at her suggestion.

The following week was strange. I noticed I felt uncomfortable being in the same room as my son and when I sat on the sofa, I couldn't help but think about Helen. I was relieved to get away from the house when taking Zoe to the athletics meet and suspected Helen would use the opportunity to have more sex with my son.

"I won't be back 'til after midnight," Helen said into her phone.

"That's alright. Just come over when you can," John replied.

"Okay, I'll see you later."

John had thought about Helen all week and still couldn't believe the amazing sex they had. His cock stiffened just thinking about her coming over later and stayed semi-erect all evening until she arrived. He greeted her with a kiss and a glass of wine.

After drinking her wine, she looked at him with a mix of curiosity and mischief on her face. "Do you remember what you said to me last week?"

"I remember virtually everything," he replied enthusiastically. "But not what I said. I was just concentrating on your sexy body."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied seductively. "Let's take this upstairs and I'll remind you of what you said." She lead him into his bedroom and gently pushed him onto the bed.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," she stated and took off her clothes. John peeled off his T-shirt and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one move. He still couldn't believe what was happening and smiled at her as she climbed onto him and positioned his cock between her legs against her pussy. He felt the heat from her pussy against his cock, then in one motion she slid all the way down his shaft.

"You've got a really good cock, John. I've never had one this thick."

John lay back and watched as Helen fucked him. She used his cock like a toy and bounced up and down, getting more and more turned on with every penetration. He felt her pussy contract and reached down to stroke her clit.

Helen felt his hand on her clit and a wave of excitement shot through her body. "Not yet," she said and brushed his arm away.

He wondered what 'Not yet' meant, then realized she was working herself up. He made his cock throb inside her hot pussy and saw her body respond with a shudder.

Five minutes later and Helen was getting close. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration and her hair was sticking to her face. She looked wild. She looked like an animal. She looked out of control. John reached up with both hands and cupped her tits, squeezing her nipples.

"Oh, yes. That feels good." She said, as she bounced up and down on his cock. "Do you like my tits? Do you like my pussy? My tight pussy?

He was about to answer when she placed a hand over his mouth. "I like your cock. I love your cock. It's going to make me cum. Pinch my nipples, make me scream."

John thrust his hips up off the bed, forcing his cock deep into her pussy. She crashed forward, burying her head into his shoulder and continued riding him. "Nearly there," she whispered into his ear and pushed herself back up. "I've never felt so full. So horny."