Mommy Comforts Her Heartbroken Son

My mom stood before me in a tight, short, thigh-high, pink bathrobe. The fleece material clung to her body as if it was two sizes too small, showing me the curves at her waist, the bump of her fat ass and the heft of her big tits. She was thick and beautiful.

It was late, 1 a.m., and only the back hall light was on. The house was quiet. I was an hour late of making curfew.

She crossed her arms, perking up her tits. I knew then that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her body had always seemed to force me to sneak glances at her. Her short skirts, tight pants, slim v-necks, thin slips and snug dresses all gave me glimpses of her in ways a son shouldn't see his mother.

"Why the fuck are you an hour late?" she asked. "We said midnight."

I stared at her. She was fired up, aggressive and pissed. Why was she so adorable when she was pissed?

"Kacy broke up with me." Embarrassingly, the words came out far more broken than I'd intended.

Her shoulders sank. "Oh my God." Her tone had changed, just like that she was in mom-mode. Comfort-mode. "Are you okay? What happened?"

It had been a devastating night and my emotions were shot. A single tear ran down my face. I turned away to hide it but it was too late. She'd noticed. My mom rushed to me and wrapped me up in her arms, her subtle perfume hit me as I gave in and embraced the hug.

"Did she give you a reason?" she whispered.

"She cheated."

I felt her entire upper body drop with an exhale, a, sort of, sigh of disappointment. My mother had done a lot for Kacy over the year we'd been together, so, this betrayal didn't just hit me.

She inhaled and I felt her chest rise against mine. She was almost petite in my grasp; twice my age and half the height, I'd used to joke.

Her right hand caressed through the back of my hair, while the other pushed at my back, keeping us together.

I thought of Kacy, imagined her with that other guy, naked in his arms, her, never again in my own. Did she suck him off? Did he go down on her? Did he bend her over, fuck her ass, cum inside? My racing mind was in a free fall, spiraling into a pit of despair. I was angry, embarrassed and hurt. But this comfort that I held felt good, felt right. I had a beautiful woman embracing me, and her intoxicating scent, subtle cute breaths and tight form got my blood flowing.

I moved my hands to her waist, something she usually never allowed me to do. But this time, she didn't pull away. I squeezed my grip, trying to invoke the usual response, the one that always made her give me that disapproving look. But no, she let me, and now, the fact that I'd crossed this barrier and held her the same way I know she'd seen me hold Kacy ... it made my dick rise, which made my heart jump. I breathed her in, focused on her body pressing against mine and let my dick fill, grow and push against her stomach.

I moved my hands to her upper back as I felt my cock, literally, pulsing, throbbing against her. I knew she knew. How could she not? The fact that she still hadn't pulled away, broke from her visibly turned-on son, made my cock rock hard, harder than morning wood. I pulled my chin from her shoulder and looked into her eyes. God she was cute, so pretty and elegant. I was tired of denying it, of fighting how sexy she was. I kissed her forehead. She let me. I kissed her cheek. She actually let me.

As my cock nearly erupted, I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her feet from the floor. I put her back against the nearby wall as my dick sunk between her legs; she instinctively wrapped them around me. Then I heard it. Her voice came out soft as she breathed through her words.

"You need to stop."

My heart sank. My head dropped to her shoulder. "Put me down, honey," she said. "This can't happen."

I kissed her neck, kissed her chest at the break in her robe and kissed her chin.

As she started to speak, my lips met hers and we kissed. My hands slid up her robe and it was then I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. The kiss was long, a bit wet and her lips felt fuller than I ever remembered them seeming. When we pulled away our lips separated loudly.

I was lost in her eyes and that, nearly, pouty look on her face. She didn't make a move, nor did she give me another command. We just stared at each other until I leaned in. She pushed forward and ... we kissed again.

The kisses now were short, quick bursts, somehow aggressive, yet loving. I wondered how long it'd been since she was fucked, since she'd cum.

I rubbed the bulge in my jeans against her bare pussy, but I rubbed too hard and she jumped and pulled her lips from mine. "Careful, baby," she whispered. "I don't have anything on under this."

I kissed her again. "Sorry," I whispered. "Let me make you feel better."

I lowered her body, setting her feet back on the floor. I dropped to my knees, spread her thighs and pushed my face into her soft dark bush; I breathed it in; its scent ... luscious, inviting lavender. I put my mouth into mommy's warm, comforting pussy lips, her beautiful labia, like folds and strips of delicate satin. I sucked her entire vulva as if I wanted to swallow it; i lapped at those lips and power-flicked her clit with my tongue. This was the same pussy I was birthed from; the thought made my dick swell tighter and I gripped at her plump, perky asscheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart. I used my entire mouth to work at mommy's cunt, listening to her whispered moans and loud breaths. When my tongue slipped inside her and I forced it deep, my upper lip pressing on her clit, she tilted back her head, held her breath, then released it, exhaling through a surprisingly loud shuttering orgasm, her fingers grabbing and pulling at my hair.

Her chest heaved and her legs and hands trembled. She pulled me to my feet, then pressed her face against mine and, inadvertently, intimately breathed into my mouth. "What are we doing?" she asked through deep breaths. "What the fuck am I doing?"

I kissed her lips. I didn't stop kissing her. My hands untied her robe and I opened it. Her body was tight, fit and beautifully pale. I ran my fingers from her hips to her stomach, then cupped her big, soft breasts, breasts I'd secretly dreamt of seeing for years.

Her lips tasted like faded peppermint, working against mine, falling between them, their subtle wetness pulling me in until, finally, our tongues met.

She gasped when my palms brushed over her hard nipples; I massaged them, then pinched them hard enough to make her moan into my mouth.

As our tongues twisted together, her hands fumbled with my jeans. She unbuttoned them. I felt her hand dip into my boxers and when she gripped my cock and balls, I burst cum all over her arm.

We stopped kissing.

"I swear I've never cum too early before," I said, lowering my head in a bout of defeat.

Her expression didn't change. She didn't smile, wasn't awkward or disappointed. She didn't miss a beat. She was determined. "Cumming is exactly what I want you doing, baby," she whispered in my ear. "I take is as a compliment."

Her tongue went back into my mouth and my dick came out of my pants. She spread her thighs and I pushed the dripping head of my cock against her cunt as our fluids mixed. She guided it. The feel of her wet lips rushing over my head as she tried to get it into position was a touch that no girl of mine ever possessed; this pussy was special. I felt my dick push into her and her entire cunt spread around me, her vaginal walls gripped my cock like she was comforting me all over again, the way only a mother could. The heat her pussy radiated over my shaft burned like hot oil. Soft wet tingles enveloped my cock as if she'd taken a fucking vibrator to it.

I thrust my rod deep.

"Yes, baby. That's it," she said, no longer bothering to whisper.

I stretched up into her, expanding further, widening, forcing her flesh to open around me, deeper, harder.

"Just like that, sweetie." She brought her hands to my face and held me there. My dick jumped as I looked at the flawless beauty in her face, her perfect complexion, her cute nose and lush lips. "Fuck your mommy, baby. Fuck me." She rested her head on my shoulder.

I thrusted so hard that her feet momentarily lifted from the flooring.

"Harder baby," she whispered.

I slammed her back against the wall, picked up her legs and fucked that pussy in a way I'd never fucked Kacy's. As I picked up momentum, the head of my dick pounded her cunt, slipping from her lips, then slamming all the way to her cervix. The sounds of wet pumps and sloppy hits filled the house. I punished her pussy far beyond any punishment she'd ever given me. My balls slapped and smacked the skin beneath her as each aggressive pump sent her juices dripping down my thighs. I kept pounding, not giving a fuck if it hurt her and I took in a mouthful of tit. I sucked at the nipple like I needed mommy's milk. She held me against her breast, pushing more of her plump flesh into my mouth.

"Fucking bite it, baby," she commanded as she slipped the robe from her shoulders and I held her naked, fit body.

I did as I was told and delicately, yet, aggressively bit at her nipple and areola. I sucked it, then bit it again, a repetition that had her nodding her head at me. I sucked mommy's other tit, working my mouth while simultaneously fucking her so hard that her fat ass jiggled in my hands.

She orgasmed, stifling a scream into my shoulder, but I didn't stop fucking her. I bounced her on my cock, watching her head bob, her big tits smack and flop, her shoulders rise and fall. Her lips locked onto mine and I let her mouth reward me for making her cum again. I sucked at her tongue and when I heard her whimper and moan--the cutest moan I'd ever heard--my cock burst inside her and I pumped mommy full of my white hot cum. I sucked her lower lip as I spurted shot after shot deep into her, wanting her in every way imaginable, wanting to dominate her further, needing her to always be my girl, feeling more like a man than I ever had before. Good loving moms have a different way with their sons; I understood this now.

We stayed frozen for a time, my cock inside her, her pussy clenching around my shaft every few seconds, my dick still leaking juice into her. When I pulled back, we kissed again.

As I carefully pulled myself from her pussy, she dropped to her knees, her face mere inches from the tip of my dick. I watched her as she sucked it into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the head, tightened her lips around the shaft and deep-throated my cock. Her hands pulled at my pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor and she gripped both my bare asscheeks, then squeezed tightly. I watched her head dip and pump, push and pull. When she picked up pace, I gripped her head and forced her to suck faster. I watched her ass, slightly lifting from her ankles when she'd go deep and when her movements made her tits jiggle, I lost control and exploded in mommy's mouth; the soft, muffled moans that came from her as I filled her up had me spurting continuously as I stared into her pretty eyes.

She swallowed twice, then pulled her mouth off my cock.

I held her hands and helped her to her feet, then wrapped her bare body in my arms. We stood there for a time in our embrace, listening to the nearby clock tick away the night. It felt right, having her this way.

I lifted her chin, once more, and kissed her lips, then stripped off my shirt and threw it to the floor; I felt the weight of her big tits press tightly against my chest. When my cock rose between her thighs, I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom. My fingers clicked the door's lock into place, then switched on the lamp--its light half smothered by a torn-up t-shirt draped over the shade. I watched my mother slip into my bed, under the covers. I crawled in after her, pushed her onto her back, and climbed on top of her. My penis penetrated easily, even without her fingers guiding the tip, then I kissed at her shoulders, chest and neck. She breathed heavily and her hands gripped my hips as if she was afraid she'd lose me. I worked my dick deep and slow, taking my time to fuck her right.

With each pump into her cunt and every "I love you" that she whispered, my pace quickened, my grip on her body tightened and my aggression grew. Before long our sounds carried throughout the house, and, just like she liked it, I pounded and fucked mommy into the mattress.

When I knew I couldn't last much longer, I pulled out and closed her legs tightly together; I bent her knees, pushed her onto her side and, from behind, buried my face in her ass and pussy. As I ate her cream and cum, I pushed my tight wet cock in between the soft arches of her combined bare feet; she kept them there, closed around my rod and I fucked them. The sensation, enhanced due to her juices still lubricating my cock, was similar to a titty-fuck, only firmer, with more of a rough grip on my tool. My penis thumped between her feet with quick, sharp hits, using the friction between us to heat and knead my tip.

As I tasted her asshole, lapped up her juices and sensually bit at her cherry lips, I ran my fingers all the way up her smooth legs, squeezing handfuls of her plump thighs, listening to her audible expressions align to my tongue's aggressive actions. A spark stirred within me that got my pulse pumping, a fiery burst between my legs, building, rising. When mommy reached back and forced my face deep into her ass, she came in my mouth, and the sweet taste made me climax, ejaculating all over her ankles, feet and toes.

***

There we lay--spooning together, my chest at her back--after committing our small crime. My fingers traced there way, up and down her spine. We were quiet and exhausted. Her flowery scent filled my nose and her pussy's taste, still on my tongue. I pushed my throbbing hard dick into her asscrack. I applied more pressure, letting her know what I wanted. She reached down and pulled open her asscheeks. The hot feel of a tight asshole stretching around my cock could never get old; my mom's, believe it or not, was tighter than Kacy's. My dickhead inched its way into mommy's perfect fat ass. I moved glacially slow, wanting it to feel good for her, not painful. I could tell she'd never taken it in the ass before; I was her first. She gasped when my entire cock broke in and slid deep. I grabbed a handful of that ass, squeezed it tight enough to burst a few capillaries, and I butt-fucked my mother.

My cock drilled her, and my hands spanked her hard enough to leave welts. Between the thrusts and slaps, her ass couldn't stop shaking, jiggling. Her asshole clenched around my shaft, so tightly that I felt the extra pressure in my dickhead. She covered her mouth and screamed through the pleasure. Her body stretched, toes curling, and she reached back to grip my left arm with a fury; as she burst with an adorable orgasm, she matched my lower half's steady, rhythmic motions. My mom's voice trembled slightly as she begged me to pack her tighter. I did so, using all my strength to make sure she'd feel this fuck for days. Her orgasm stretched on, carrying beyond the limits of what I'd ever seen with any one of my girls. Mommy's beat-red cheeks clapped around my cock as she took over the work and stroked me off with her pink little hole.

As I watched her ass bounce for me, my cock swelled, stretching her hole further and I pushed in deep, blowing cum up her ass. I kept fucking her as I blew, filling her, spurt after spurt, her cheeks vibrating with every hump.

When I pulled my cum-covered cock out of her ass and fell back to the bedsheets, she positioned herself between my legs, and my beautiful mommy, so loving and pretty, sucked it clean.