The Ultimate Woman

I can do nothing else. I grip her full, firm ass in my hands and pull her closer to me. I mimic our earlier kiss, pressing my lips against her pussy, lightly at first and then more insistently. I let my tongue dart out to caress her labia. She tastes like the sea, sweetened by honey. I know instantly that I will never have enough.

My tongue goes deeper, teasing her pink folds, thrusting and undulating against her weeping flesh. Her fluids bath my tongue and lips and chin. My nose presses against her pubis. Her scent floods my senses. My head grows light, though I have no more need to breathe than she does. Mom is shaking and shuddering above me. Her hands press against the back of my head, pushing me insistently into her.

I let my lips brush up against her clit. She moans. I lash it with my tongue. She shudders. "That's good, baby," she gasps. "Very good."

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck and nibble. She cries out, loud enough to make my eardrums echo. I alternate, using my lips and tongue and teeth to pleasure her. Her juices inundate me. I shut my autonomic system down, shortcircuiting my need for oxygen, and go to town. My tongue lashes her folds, her clit. My lips kiss her, my teeth graze her. Mom cries out again and again. Her thighs tighten against my head, blocking out her cries. I hear them as vibrations, as her body shakes and gyrates above me. I feel myself lift up off the floor as mom pulls me upward. I go with her, still assaulting her pussy. Her climax continues, her honey flows copiously, and I keep teasing and pleasuring her, drawing her orgasm out as long as I can.

At last she freezes, shuddering, and releases me. I drop lightly to the ground, and catch her as she falls into my arms, light as a feather.

Her beautiful breasts heave as she fights to catch her breath, too distracted by her thundering orgasm to maintain control. "That. . . that was pretty good," she gasps. She sweeps sweat soaked hair back from her forehead, her eyes full of lust. Her hands grab my head once more and pull me to her, kissing me once again. She can't help but taste her fluids, splattered all over my face. She sucks my tongue into her mouth. Hungry.

Her plush ass is braced across my raging cock. She bounces, teasing me. "Still excited, baby? So is mommy." She looks around, surveying the infirmary. In our lust, we've practically laid waste to it, without even noticing.

"This will be a bitch to clean up," Mom notes, frowning slightly.

"I'll get the drones to work on it," I promise. Later, though. I'm not done with her.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mom contorts attractively in my arms. Her tits press against my chest. "Mmm. That was a great warm-up, baby. Let's go somewhere else and finish this up."

"Your place or mine?"

She reaches beneath her, grips my hard cock between her fingers. She presses me against her plush ass. "Come and get me," she says with a wink. She twists out of my arms and before I can react, she flies away, out of the infirmary and down the corridor. I am after her in a flash, flying as fast as I can. Mom keeps just a few feet ahead of me, but the view is fantastic. She throws me another one of those over the shoulder looks, and adds in a salacious wink.

It's hard to fly with a hard on.

I pause only briefly to activate the drones, get them working on the infirmary. My thickness does not flag. I wonder briefly: my mother has always been mildly empathic, thus her vulnerability to Dr. Love's ray, but we have always assumed she was a receiver only. What if she is a broadcaster as well? I dismiss the thought, and hurry after my mother, now my lover.

I race through the fortress to the massive airlock that leads to my parents' room, and then through the open door. My parents room has two tiers. The first one is the living space, full of plush couches and tasteful décor, electronic devices, wet bar, and priceless works of art. A narrow plasteel staircase, seldom used, leads up to the second level, which overhangs the first, an ultimum braced plasteel balcony, upon which rests the massive round bed my parents occasionally use, draped in bright red silks. The far right wall of the room, slightly convex, is actually a huge screen composed of billions of tiny crystals. It captures a view of the arctic plain outside the fortress, a field of shining ice beneath an eternal sun.

I don't see Mom on the first tier, and it doesn't take super-hearing or x-ray vision to realize where she waits. I flex my legs, not bothering to fly, and land upon the plasteel ledge above.

My mother smirks at me from the center of her bed, a vision of staggering beauty lying in a red field. Her dark hair is spread out across the plush pillow upon which she leans, her magnificent breasts rising and falling quickly. Her long, muscular legs scissor together. "About time," she breathes huskily.

I step up on the ultimum frame of the bed and onto the mattress itself, which gives only a little under my weight. It's made of some weird material that my father brought back from space, supposedly the most comfortable substance in the universe. It does feel pretty nice, but I have an inkling that I'll be feeling something even better in a moment.

I straddle my mother, feet on either side of her waist, my hardened cock pointing towards her face like a divining rod. She arches an eyebrow. The smirk widens as a drop of precum leaks from the head of my cock and lands, sizzling, on her right tit. Mom cups her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingertips. One fingertip brushes the drop of precum and brings it between her full lips.

I bend my knees, bringing my dick level with Mom's breasts. I slide my length along the canyon formed between them, sawing between their full softness. Precum squirts onto her collarbone. "There'll be time for titty-fucking later," Mom says. "I want that fucking cock inside me. Now, son."

I can't keep an insolent grin from my face. I slide my cock down mother's smooth belly. Her legs spread, and I almost stumble against her hips, but preternatural agility enables me to recover. Then I am between her flawless thighs. The plum head of my cock rubs against her steamy furrow. Her juices stain me, our fluids mixing together for the first time.

I brace my arms and nudge at her with my hips, jabbing her a little with my cockhead. Her lips part easily. She is so wet. Dripping. Mom moans beneath me, pushes her tits against my chest. Her nipples scrape against my pecs. Hard, eager. My heart pounds, and I feel a drop of sweat slide down my brow.

Mom's hips hitch up, her lips nipping at me. Her thighs come up around me, her calves press into my ass, urging me on. I ease my cock forward. She parts under my gentle thrust, and I glide inside my mother. Her heat envelops me, her folds surround me, her flesh sucks me in.

Mom grabs my cheeks and pulls me toward her. Her lips press against mine, her tongue darts into my mouth and begins to wrestle mine.

I jab my hips forward, and my whole cock slams into Mom's pussy. Deep. Her heat is incredible. I surge into her again and again, slamming into her, harder and more roughly than I could with a normal woman, more roughly than I have ever fucked anyone before. Mom takes everything I give and fucks back just as hard.

I break our kiss and bury my face between her heaving tanks. I kiss and lick my way across their expanse, find a nipple and squeeze it between my teeth. She captures one of my earlobes with her own teeth and wraps her legs around my waist. Her calves and heels press against my ass. I fuck into her again and again, driving with all my weight and strength. She gives against me, and it feels as if I dive deeper with each thrust. My cock swells. I feel the hard nubbin of her clit drag across the top of my dick as it drills into her. She is moaning, making sounds that I've never heard from her before, halfway between words and sobs.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh god my own son. . . filling me up. . . so good. . . un. . . uh uH UH. . ."

She trails off into a wail as her body thrashes beneath mine. Her climax thunders through her. Mom throws her head back, sweat soaked tresses flying, full lips parted as she gasps for air. Still I ride her, plunging into her, fueling her orgasm with every slam. Her calves press hard against my ass and her hands are like claws on my back.

And then, slowly, she subsides. Eyes bright with passion, she looks up at me. "Pretty good, cowboy," she says with several gasps. "Cowgirl's turn." Her thighs tighten around my waist and she gives me a throw, rolling us both bodily over. I lie flat across the bed, rigid cock still grasped within my mother's steamy pussy. She sits above me, grinning widely, arms braced on my shoulders.

Her huge tits thrust towards my face, beautiful dark nipples nearly as broad as my palm and fully erect. I lash one with my tongue, feel her pussy tighten around me. I add lips, suck her nipple into my mouth, bathing it with my saliva. Her pussy gushes around my rampant rod.

I feel her hips rise up. My cock slides out of her momentarily, and then she pushes down, sucking me in once again. My hands find her plush ass, squeeze those magnificent globes. Mom grinds her pussy against me, fluttering above me, riding me. I let her go for a little while, enjoying how her breasts bounce against my face and chest with each thrust, her flawless skin shivering as she rides me.

"How does mommy feel, baby?" she coos. The slick walls of her vagina constrict around me. Her inner muscles caress my length.

"Fantastic, Mom," I manage to say. "You feel fucking fantastic."

She grins, and begins to fuck me in earnest. She rides me hard, bouncing up and down on my rigid pole, driving me deeper and yet deeper into her warm sucking pussy. My grip on her ass tightens as I slam inside her again and again. Her heavy tits spring against my face, and with a nudge and a lash of my tongue, I wedge my entire head between them. I press my lips against her breastbone as her tits bounce against my ears and cheeks.

My raging cock glides through her succulent folds, inundated with her honey, which streams from her pussy, coating my cock and balls, staining my pubic hair. Mom's thighs flex and bunch, her ass pushes against my hands. I slide my grip up to encircle her impossibly thin waist.

I feel the head of my cock nudge up against something hard yet yielding. Mom's breath hitches, and she pauses for a moment, my cockhead against. . . Jesus, that must be her cervix. It gives against my cockhead, the insidious, hungry invader.

Mom raises her body, just a bit, and my head falls from her cleavage. Her green eyes bore into mine. Her plush lips are parted, but no sound comes out. Her face is contorted in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I do not move, do not breathe, momentarily uncertain. Mom grips my shoulders hard and slowly her mouth closes. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her body shudders sweetly, shaking deliciously as another orgasm thunders through her amazing frame.

"Deeper," she gasps, "than anyone before." Her hips move again, and my cockhead buts against her cervical ring, which begins to part. To open up. To draw me in. She orgasms again. Sweat pours down her brow, drips from her breasts onto me. I taste her salt and sweetness, and I feel that familiar ache within my balls, building and building.

My hands find Mom's ass again, gripping and kneading. She mewls, pressing her body against mine. I drive my cock into her, the base of my cock mashing her clit, the head of my cock hammering her cervical ring. My own impending orgasm builds and builds. I try to stave it off, try to ride it through, but there is nothing on this earth that could possibly stop me.

I feel the cum churning in my balls, then at the base of my cock, beginning the journey up my engorged rod. I thrust into Mom with all my might and lust. My cockhead punches through her cervical ring just as the first explosive jet of cum erupts from the head of my cock. Mom wails above me, consumed by yet another orgasm as I empty myself directly into her womb. Surge after surge explodes from cock, coating my mother's molten interior with an endless stream of pearly white jism.

I saw my cock into her, thrusting with each eruption of cum. I am mad with lust, consumed with pleasure. My cockhead tingles, my jabbing rod shudders and shakes. Still I cum, pumping a gallon of incestuous sperm into my very birthplace. Mom's orgasm carries on, mirroring my own. Her eyes are slits of lust. Sweat or tears spatters my face, even as her own fluids bathe my loins in lustful heat. My cum fills her pussy and begins to leak from between her lips, soaking my pubic hair, dripping down my contracting balls to stain the sheets beneath us.

Still shuddering, Mom drags herself deliciously off of me, my cock still spurting, and as I slip free with a slurping sound, the last few jets of cum spray upward, painting her belly and the undersides of her heaving tits. The last one jets across my own belly, my left pec, and ricochets off the pillow beside my head.

My copious seed begins to leak from Mom's ravaged pussy. She cups a hand beneath her, catching it before it spills all over us. She collapses beside me, still shuddering, but still consumed with lust. Her free arm and hand lay across me, and she dips her head, kissing me on the lips lightly, before beginning to kiss her way down my chest. Her lips and tongue scoop up the remnants of my cum, cleaning me. Mom's teeth nip against my flesh. Her tongue leaves a trail of saliva from my chest to my abdomen. I hear her slurping up my cum noisily, mewing her appreciation.

Then she finds my semi-hard length, dripping with our combined juices. Butterfly kisses along its surface, putting steel once again in my rod. She licks and slurps and sucks, cleaning me thoroughly, urging me back into another raging erection. She sucks my soaked balls into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue. Then, when I am clean and hard and eager for more, she rises up on her knees.

Her hand still lies between her legs, but only momentarily. With a wicked smile, she removes her hand. I see her fingers are coated with a slick layer of my jism and her honey, swirling in an alchemical, heady concoction. I watch as she raises her hand to her lips, then slowly leans her head back and allows our fluids to drain from her fingers into her open mouth. Her throat moves as she swallows, and then when the flood slows to a trickle, she sucks each finger between her lips and slurps them clean.

I don't know whether to give Dr. Love a medal or crush his skull like a grape, but he managed to turn my loving mother into the sluttiest, most amazingly pornographic woman I have ever seen. And for now, she is mine.

Mom licks her lips, swiping one last trail of cum into her mouth.

With a lustful growl, I shift on the bed, throwing her backward. She squeals and laughs. "Going to fuck mommy again?"

"Damn right." I casually flip her over onto her chest, and she allows me to do so. I grab her hips and pull her up to me as I rise to my knees. With a lustful laugh, Mom gets her hands under her and raises up on all fours. I drag my cock across her plush, curvy ass, nudging each cheek with the tip, then grip myself and nudge against her open, glistening pussy.

My free hand braces against the small of her back as I slide between her nether lips again. She is twice as slick, twice as juicy, twice as hot. I flex my cock, feel her jump a little bit. She throws her hair over her shoulder and gives me a smoldering look, top teeth biting into her lower lip. Her hips push back against me as I pierce her pussy, driving into her once again. The taut, full globes of her ass press and flatten themselves against my rock hard abs.

Mother makes little gasping sounds and wordless cries as I once again plunder her charms, fucking into her again and again. I'm not as deep as I was in this new position, but as she arches her back, thrusting her enormous tits out, I feel myself slip deeper and deeper.

"Such a good boy," she moans, "such a good boy to fuck his mother so hard and deep. I need this so badly, son. I need you, your beautiful cock, your endless cum." She releases another loud cry as I jab into her, grazing her g-spot.

"I don't know if I'll ever not need this," she gasps. I know the damning, unforgiveable answer to that. I need this too, forever and ever.

I slam into her pussy again and again, driving like a hammer, like a pile-driver. The ultimum frame of the bed beneath us creaks and shakes. The sheets are stained with sweat and cum, slick beneath us. I lack the self-control to modulate my breathing or even stop altogether, and each hammering cock blow to my mother's drenched and scorched pussy elicits a sharp grunt from me. She answers with a wail of intense pleasure.

And then she's coming again, thrashing beneath me. Her arms, smoothly muscled and powerful enough to lift an oil tanker, give out beneath her and as her forehead presses against the bed, her massive tits balloon out beneath her, pressed into the sheets. Yet her ass rises up against me, still fucking against me as I drive again and again into her deepest, most secret recesses.

She turns her head, cheek against the bed and turns one lust glazed eye to me. "I'm going to cum again soon," she manages to gasp. "I want you to cum with me. I want to feel my son squirting inside his mother. I want to feel you filling me up. I want to feel-"

She breaks off. Her words, her body, her delicious pussy, have brought me to the brink once more, and as I grab her hips and slam into her as deep as I can, I feel the head of my cock expand deep within her and an explosion of cum rockets from me into her molten core. She explodes with me, shuddering and crying out. Her pussy clenches and squeezes me erupting dick, coaxing each tremendous spurt from me. I paint her insides with goo once more, and then finally pull out, still spraying, sending two arcs of pearlescent jizz across her arched back, and a third one squirts across her clenching, curving ass.

At last we collapse in a heap. She scrubs herself clean with her hands, feeding herself my cum yet again. My mother the cum fiend.

She twists around and curls up beside me, eyes still bright with lust. She strokes my chest with her fingertips, tracing the muscles in my chest and abdomen, then running them across my arms, and up to my neck. Her fingertips trace my jawline, my lips, my nose.

"You have the best parts of your father," she says at last. She looks down at my softened penis and smiles "Well, some parts are better." Her eyes find mine once again. "And you have my coloring. A perfect distillation of two genetically perfect beings -- and a hell of a lover."

"Thanks, Mom," I say. I don't know what else to say. "You are the most beautiful, most insanely sexy, most incredible woman I have ever known. You really are the Ultimate Woman."

She laughs. "Thanks, baby." She watches me for a long moment, her eyes inscrutable. Is the Hypno-Beam wearing off? But then she smiles. "I need to clean up. Then I want some fresh air." Her hand cups my balls and my slickened member. "And more of this."

"Whatever you want, Mom. I'm yours forever."

She gives me that inscrutable look again, licks her lips, and smiles. "Get this room cleaned. Take a shower. Meet me at the airlock in twenty." She rises up off the bed and flies off toward the master bath.

I lay back on my crossed arms, looking up at the ceiling. I bask for a minute or two in the last few hours, hardly believing that we have done what we have done. This night I have culminated many long years of forbidden, barely acknowledged fantasies. And I have also betrayed my father, the greatest hero this world or any other has ever seen. I should feel worse than I do. But I don't.