My Hot Mom

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The next morning, I awoke with a boner after a really hot dream about fucking the shit out of my own mother. Though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help it. After everything that had happened, I knew I had to have her. I knew she would be happy if only she would stop resisting the urge that I knew she felt as much as I did. She needed a good fuck and I was just the man to give it to her. How to make that happen; I didn't know. I just hoped that continuing to push the issue would get me there; doing that had gotten me all the way to a blowjob the previous night, after all.

I pulled on my boxers, since it was Monday and I knew Dad had already left for work. I made my way to the kitchen. My cock was still hard, having not diminished a bit since I had woken. I fed it through the slot in my boxers and boldly left it there as I walked downstairs. I was nervous to do that, but I felt emboldened at the same time.

"How do you want your eggs this morning," Mom said to me without turning around as she heard me enter the kitchen. She pulled the eggs and milk from the refrigerator and put them on the counter.

When I didn't reply immediately, she turned around and looked at me. Her eyes grew wide when she saw my hard cock protruding obscenely from the opening in my boxers, pulsing and throbbing with desire. She looked back up at my face and asked, almost frantically, "Steve, what the fuck are you doing?"

I smiled and chuckled. I said, "I'm just letting my dick breathe free. Is that a problem?" I moved toward her, reaching for her hand.

She took a step back and said, "Oh my god, you have got to get upstairs and change into some clothes right now!"

I was confused. I said, "But I thought, after last night, we might-"

Speaking quickly and softly she said, "Steve, I can't have your father find-"

"He's not going to," I cut her off.

She looked at me incredulously. She replied, "He will if he comes in and catches you in your boxers with your big dick sticking out of it."

"What are you talking about? It's Monday. Dad's at work?"

"He took the day off for his doctor's appointment!" she reminded me frantically.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, realizing the gravity of the situation. My cock was still hard, despite the fear. It was what I call super-hard, which takes a minute or two to even start to deflate after I stop being turned on, so I knew I was in trouble. I moved quickly from the kitchen, through the corner of the living room to the stairs. I listened quickly to try to hear where Dad might be. I couldn't hear anything as I started up the stairs.

Dad came out of his bedroom and headed toward me. He didn't see me yet, but he would have in less than two seconds.

I knew that Dad would be able to see me retreating down the stairs before I could duck out of sight, so instead, I grabbed the railing and jumped over. I landed on the carpet and rolled into the living room.

The sounds of Dad's footsteps were subtle, but I could tell he was already making his way down the steps. The only way out of his sightline was in front of the couch. So, as quietly as possible, I moved into the living room and laid down on the carpet in front of the couch.

As Dad came downstairs, I knew that he wouldn't be able to see me if he headed to the kitchen, but if he, instead, headed for his spot on the couch, I'd be busted. So, I quickly tried to come up with an excuse. I was drawing a blank.

Thankfully, Dad's footsteps led to the kitchen where he said, "Bitch? What the fuck?"

"What the fuck is your problem?" she asked him. She was tired of his bullshit.

As I peeked over the couch, I saw the back of Dad's head. He hadn't entered the kitchen, so I knew he'd see me if I tried to make it up the stairs. Crouching there, I waited, stuffing my, finally, limp dick into my boxers.

"You came down here thirty minutes ago and you haven't even cracked a fucking egg!" he shouted at her as he moved into the kitchen.

As I moved toward the stairs, Mom replied, "What the fuck would you be saying if I had cooked your eggs thirty minutes ago?"

"Well, I'm here now. Get to crackin'!" Dad said as I reached the top of the stairs and headed for my bedroom.

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When I got home from work that night, I came in and found my parents in a heated argument. They were sitting on the living room couch, on opposite sides, shouting back and forth at each other.

The first words I could make out was Dad shouting, "I work all fucking day, while you sit around here on your fat ass; the least you could do is get me a fucking beer!"

Mom shouted back at him, "I'm not your fucking slave! Besides, you didn't even go to work today!"

"That's not the point, you stupid bitch," Dad shouted back at her. "I am the man of this fucking house. I pay the bills! Now get me a fucking beer!"

Mom was unmoved as she replied back at the same volume, "I do plenty around here and I'm going on casting calls all the time trying to get a job. I work just as hard as you."

"Bullshit!" Dad hollered. "You're just a lazy fucking cunt; that's all there is to it. Maybe when Steve gets home, he'll get me one. He's the only one that gives me any fucking respect around here."

Hearing my name mentioned made me very uncomfortable. They didn't know I had come in the house. I stayed near the back door, ready to push it open and closed to let them know I was here, but I didn't in that moment. I just listened.

Mom laughed at that and then said, "He doesn't respect you. He's scared of you."

"Same thing!" Dad declared.

"No, it's not. And how about you give me a little respect?"

"Do something to deserve it and I will," he challenged.

"Asshole!"

"I'm the asshole? Look in the fucking mirror!" he told her. Then he added softly but plenty loud for all to hear, with a shake of his head and a slight chuckle, "You're such a cunt!"

"Fuck you!" she dismissed with a wave of her hand.

Seeing that the argument had basically ended, I opened and closed the back door again. This time, they heard me.

Dad said, "Steve, is that you? Can you grab me a beer?"

"Sure," I told him as I went to the fridge, took a beer out, and walked it over to him.

Dad was wearing his normal tee-shirt and jeans while Mom was wearing a purple version of her pink nightie, the only difference being the color.

Instead of thanking me, which he never did, he asked, "You and your Mom have another movie on tonight?"

Was that a trick question? Treading carefully, I said, "Maybe. I'll have to check. I think so."

He nodded. "Good," he declared. "Maybe I can get some sleep tonight with the bed all to myself for a little while."

"Hey, if you like sleeping alone all night, that can be arranged," she told him, with daggers shooting from her eyes.

"Sounds good to me," he replied with a wave of his hand.

Mom was fuming as I went to sit down in the loveseat and watch television, like I usually did. This time, she was not content to just take that from Dad, however. She stood up and, as she headed upstairs, she announced, "I'll sleep down here tonight and I won't even set foot upstairs until morning."

Dad muttered, "Stupid fucking bitch!"

I considered following Mom upstairs, but I didn't want to make Dad suspicious. Besides, seemed to me like I'd have plenty of time to talk to her after Dad went to bed.

It wasn't more than three minutes and Mom was back downstairs with an armful of stuff. There was a blanket, a pillow, and her toothbrush among other items. She had been very serious.

Making a big show if it, Mom slammed her armload down on the couch in the spot where she normally sat. Then she turned toward me and sat on the loveseat beside me. I sat on the left side, so she sat to my right.

Dad acted unfazed and turned up the volume on the television, not even looking over in our direction. He took a swig of his beer, shook his head, smiled, leaned back, and relaxed.

"Your dad is an ass," Mom muttered to me.

"I know," I whispered back, ensuring that Dad couldn't hear me.

After a moment more, Mom got up and headed for the kitchen. Since Dad didn't even look up, I watched her go. I couldn't help but study her ass as she walked away. I couldn't see much but it seemed that she wasn't wearing her frilly pink panties. It made me wonder what she had on under that nightie.

A few minutes later Mom returned with a large adult beverage, of which she drank about a quarter before she even sat down beside me.

After watching TV for about fifteen minutes, Mom put her drink on the end table and leaned into my shoulder.

Unable to believe my luck I went with it and put my arm around her shoulders. I made sure not to accidentally touch her breasts in case Dad glanced over.

Mom rested her head on the side of my chest as I held her with my arm. She pulled her feet up onto the couch to her right, leaning even more into me.

I rocked to my left onto the soft arm of the loveseat to let her, basically, lay down against my side. I regretted that I hadn't changed out of my work clothes but felt it was too late. I didn't want to disturb her to go change.

It was still early in the evening and there were a couple hours of television left to watch before Dad would go upstairs, I realized. As I was trying to decide what to do, Mom fell asleep.

***

A couple hours later, when the news was halfway over, Dad turned off the television, leaving the light very dim in the room, and headed upstairs. He didn't look at us or say a single word. It was an aggressive thing to do but I actually didn't mind. I would have liked something to drown out any sounds I might make but I didn't really care what was on television anyway.

I let Mom sleep as I listened to Dad in the bathroom and then close the door to his bedroom.

She didn't even stir.

With my left hand I reached across and pushed the right spaghetti strap off her shoulder. When she didn't wake, with my left hand, I slowly peeled the top of her nighty down to reveal her big right breast. Caressing gently with my fingers, I thrilled to the feel of the very soft flesh of her tit, moving gently and slowly.

Though her nipple was flat when I started, it quickly grew and hardened as I caressed her. She continued to sleep.

I palmed her tit, feeling the hard nub bore into my palm and then rolled the nipple between my fingers. After a moment, I moved my fingers to the inside of her right breast, her breastbone, and then tucked my fingers into her nighty to cup her left tit.

Mom moaned and shifted under my caresses. Then she woke and looked down at my hand caressing her breasts.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as I boldly fondled her tits, dropping my right hand down so I could roll each nipple at the same time. I braced myself for her reaction. I didn't know where her thoughts were, but I was just hoping for the best.

To my distress, Mom sat up, pulled away from me, grabbed her drink, and stood up. "Where's your father?"

"He went to bed," I informed her.

When she walked to the couch, I thought she was going upstairs but, instead, she grabbed the remote and turned the television back on, the sound of a random sitcom filling the little room.

Surprised, I sat up, on the edge of my seat, about to stand up, when Mom turned and looked at me. She drained half of the remaining drink in her glass, and put it down on the couch's cup holder, before coming right up to me, bending down, and kissing me.

I kissed her back despite being completely taken by surprise, the alcohol strong on her tongue. When she pushed back against me, her hands on my chest, I laid back on the loveseat. With my ass on the edge, I was able to lean back quite a bit before the seatback stopped me.

Mom knelt between my legs as she ran her hands down my chest. She grabbed my belt and unhooked it with expert skill. She then unhooked and unzipped my work slacks. "Take these off," she instructed as she reached to my ankles, grabbed my pants, and stood back up, attempting to pull them off.

I lifted my ass off the couch enough for her to get my pants down my legs. My boxers trailed behind, but I didn't mind.

She took ahold of the waistband of my boxers and pulled them and my pants down and off my feet, my shoes having been kicked off an hour earlier.

Dressed only in my work shirt and my socks, I leaned back, my cock as hard as a rock, pulsing strongly as it bobbed and swayed between us.

Mom, again on her knees, came up and in one motion swallowed my long hard cock down her warm wet silken throat.

"Oh shit," I moaned with pleasure.

Mom didn't reply but instead began slowly stroking her lips up and down my prick.

My cock was fully hard, and I was afraid I was going to come without too much prompting. I didn't want that, so I tried to distract myself from the amazing sensation of her soft full lips travelling wetly up and down my rod. "Oh, Mom," I groaned.

Lifting her head from my dick, she looked at me, lust glazing her eyes. "You're gonna get it now, young man!" she declared as she stood up. Reaching down to her hips she grabbed a handful of material and lifted her nighty up and off, revealing her entire body to my hungry eyes.

I nearly came right there. Her body was everything I knew it was from her flashing me and her swimming in that bikini of hers. Still, she was right in front of me, completely nude.

"Have you been a good boy?" she asked me as she reached down and pushed my knees closer together.

"Yes Ma'am," I told her reflexively, calling her ma'am for the first time in years.

As she walked forward and climbed onto the loveseat, a knee on either side of me, she asked, "Is this what you want?"

Unable to think of anything better to say, I replied, "Yes Ma'am."

She smiled at me as she reached behind herself, down below her ass, and grabbed my hard throbbing dick. She placed the head of my cock against her pussy. "Mommy wants it too," she mewled as she sat herself down.

I groaned with pleasure, unable to say what I really wanted to, as the lips of her pussy parted around the head of my cock and slowly slid down to the neck. "Oh Mom," I finally moaned.

"Yes Son?" she asked as she lifted up and then back down, the head of my cock delving deeper into her hot wet cunt.

"Fuck me," I urged her without thinking. I didn't move my hips at all. It was hard enough to try to hold back my orgasm without actually fucking her.

After a few more strokes, driving her pussy farther and farther down my shaft, she asked "You like mommy's pussy?"

I looked into her eyes and said, "Yes Ma'am!"

She smiled back at me. "Your cock feels wonderful," she breathed. "You are such a big strong man."

I knew I wasn't that big or strong, so I knew she really was talking about my cock. Of course, I didn't give a shit, as long as she kept fucking me. So, I asked, "You like that cock?"

"Oh yes," she breathed as she sank lower and lower on each long slow stroke. Then, when she finally sat full on my dick, the head pulsing against the deepest point of her fuck hole, she said, "You are completely filling Mommy's cunt! Did you know that?"

"Mmm hmm," I replied, feeling my orgasm very close indeed.

Mom rose and fell twice more, sliding her cunt up and down the entire length of my thick prick, before I couldn't hold back any longer. When she felt the cum blasting from my cock deep inside of her, she lustfully murmured, "So warm!"

As I groaned in orgasm, I was surprised that she continued to fuck me. She rode atop my dick faster and faster, fucking my cock as it came and then still fucking it after all the cum had been drained out. To my surprise, my prick did not go down. It normally stayed hard for a while afterward, but I soon realized that my cock had moved on to round two without ever going down.

"Oh my fucking God," Mom groaned. "I'm getting close. Your dad would have been done by now," she told me as she bounced faster and faster on my cock.

I smiled at that. I knew I had come quick and I could feel the cum coating my balls as it washed out of her cunt on each stroke, but I was so proud that I was still hard and that she was about to come on my cock that I didn't worry about it.

"That's it," Mom shouted as she fell onto me, holding me tight, with her mouth against my ear.

Hoping that she wouldn't shout again but wanting to make it good for her I wrapped my arms around her and, with my feet on the floor, fucked my cock up into her coming cunt. I could feel her fuck-hole contract tightly around my dick as she came.

Mom whispered into my ear, "Oh yes, that's it. Mommy's coming on your cock. Oh God yes. Oh fuck! Ahhh."

I held her tight as she came, her juices mixing with mine and coating my entire crotch. Her body tensed, trembled, and then, finally, collapsed on top of me.

When her breathing finally slowed she said, "You are so much better than your father! Your cock is still hard?"

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Fuck me!" she commanded.

I tried to move my hips up against her, but she had all her weight pressing down against me.

She shook her head and lifted up to look down at me. "Not like this. Put me in whatever position you want. I don't have the strength for this one."

I sat up with Mom still on my lap, my long hard cock fully inside of her cunt, and, with my hands on her back, I laid her down on the floor in front of the couch. I was just strong enough to manage to do that with Mom's light frame.

Laying her head back, her long black hair splayed out across the thick carpet, she smiled up at me. "You are such a good boy," she told me.

I began working my hips, slithering my cock in and out of her dripping snatch, as I told her, "I can't believe I'm really fucking you."

She nodded, "You are! You are really fucking your own mother."

My hands cupped her big tits and I sucked strongly at her nipples as I fucked her. I was in heaven, the silky texture of her slick cunt against my sensitive prick sending tingles of pleasure through me.

"That's it, give it to me, Steve," she cooed as my balls slapped against her ass on each stroke.

Still in a bit of disbelief that I was actually on top of my very own mother, I groaned in pleasure and drove myself in and out of her sopping wet cunt faster and harder with each stroke. The sound of my hips slapping against hers was disguised somewhat by the sound coming from the television.

"That's a good son," she muttered to me. "Fuck your mother. Make her come again."

"Yes Ma'am," I whispered as I began slamming my hard cock deeply inside of her, our fuck fluids sloshing loudly between us. I hooked my hands under her back and hooked my fingers onto her shoulders to hold her firmly against me.

"Oh shit," Mom groaned into my ear as I laid my head down beside hers, looking down at the carpet.

When I felt her cunt begin to clasp tightly around my rampant prick, I let my second orgasm go. My thighs tingled as I released my cum deep within her cunt.

As Mom repeatedly convulsed beneath me and grunted in orgasm she managed to gasp, "Yes! Give Mommy your cum!"

All I could do was pant in pleasure as I emptied my balls into her. I stroked my dick in and out of her slowly, savoring the feel of filling her with my cream.

Mom clasped strongly to me as we came together.

I laid there on top of her for what seemed like an hour until, finally, I lifted myself and looked down at her. My head was completely clear, though a bit sleepy. I was happy over what had just happened but also apprehensive of what Mom might say. I braced myself.

"That," Mom slowly began, "Was. Amazing!"

I smiled down at her. "Yeah?" I prompted, my limp dick still stuffed inside her fuck-hole.

She nodded up at me. "I've never been with a man that can come twice like that. You lasted so long I managed to come twice too. I don't think I've ever been fucked like that."