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By Erika The Blond (vikingmiester@hotmail.com)

My name is Eric and I was thirty-five years old when my father died. To say his death hurt would be an understatement. It was truly devastating. Although it was a difficult time, I was fortunate in that I had my stepmother to help me through this period. As I'll say more then once in this story, Janice had raised me from my early teenage years. My real mother had died when I was so young that the only mother that I knew was Janice. I thought of her as my mother not a stepmother. That's important to this story. I should add one more thing. It was a rare day that I didn't lock myself in my room and jack off thinking about how wonderful it would be to fuck Janice.
I missed my dad, but my stepmother and I, mutually supported one another through our shared pain. My father was a man in every sense of the word. His last few years had broken him down to a shadow of what he had been before his illness. I'm sure that his sickness had all but eliminated the enjoyment of sex. Without a doubt, the inability to sexually enjoy one another must have been a "mountain of difficulty" for both of these wonderful people. I probably should apologize for certain of my more "earthy" thoughts, but I would be less then candid if I didn't admit that the thought of Janice's ripe body turned me on in a big way.
Even more candidly, I can't ever remember feeling any other way! It wasn't just that she was "full figured" (which she was); it was more the aurora of sexuality that surrounded her. I'm sure that she didn't know how she effected men, but she had a certain sex appeal that caused her to be a "man magnet." This was a woman who was in her early sixties, but "wow" what a body! In addition to her big-breasted hourglass figure, she had the classic face and blonde hair of a Doris Day.
It is important to say that we all know women who revel in the fact that they are sexy in appearance and they enjoy flaunting their beauty. Certainly my stepmother possessed the looks and body that was capable of "stopping traffic", but she was "delightfully" unassuming in the way she conducted her everyday life. Because she had been so focused on my father, I'm sure that she had never really noticed the effect that she had on other men. More importantly, until his passing, she hadn't really cared.
After the funeral people were coming and going and to tell you the truth it was a relief when the last person left and Janice and I were alone in her house. My father had left my stepmother in a position where she didn't have to worry about bills for the rest of her life. At the time of my father's death, Janice was in her early sixties. As I said, she looked as though she was twenty years younger. I know that I just mentioned her incredibly sexy body, but I would like to touch on just a few more things.
For instance, it certainly stretches the imagination to say that a woman that in her sixty's is "sexy", but Janice was... no question about it. It was not that she was slender because she wasn't. In fact she was a little bit over weight, but I have to say that she carried her "extra pounds" smoothly and with an undeniable grace. She had large full breasts that I frequently furtively observed as they swayed provocatively through her blouses. Sometimes she wore those soft "natural look" bras and I could see her nipples poking through the material of her dress. As erotic as her breasts could be, it was her unbelievably sexy crotch that really blew my mind.
Sometimes when she wore a tight pair of jeans you could see the pouting lips of her pussy through the fabric and it would . . . almost . . . drive me crazy! I would run to the bathroom, lock the door and wrap my hand tightly around my cock. As I feverishly pumped away I envisioned what it would be like to slip my fingers between the swollen lips of her cunt. Many were the times that I stroked my hard cock to a powerful orgasm thinking of her pussy.
Countless times I mentally replayed the fantasy of driving my tongue into her wet, hot, moist channel. I could almost taste her pungent sex juices. I will never forget the times when she would give me a casual hug or a little kiss as I left to run an errand. That brief moment of affection would cause my ten-inch cock to stiffen up so that it felt like I had a baseball bat in my pants. I'm sure that in our brief embraces that Janice must have felt the outline of my hardon through our fabric covered sex organs. Deep in my psyche, I wanted her cunt to feel my lust. I wanted her to think of me as a possible "fuck partner."
If you haven't guessed, I wanted to fuck my stepmother so badly that it almost constantly occupied my mind. I wanted to suck on her big tits, caress their firmness and then to bury my throbbing, wet cock in her pussy. I wanted to watch her mouth suck on my cock and hear the moist sounds of her slurping mouth. I wanted to hear her whisper in my ear about men that she had fucked and to feel my cock stiffen at the thought of her spreading her thighs for some nameless stranger. In other words what I wanted was those things that seemed to be destined never to happen.
It is sometimes strange how those things that you most wish for . . . happen and I am equally happy to report that sometimes everything works out exactly as you hoped! (Contrary to popular opinion.)
I had always wanted to go back to my roots, which were in Wisconsin and visit those places where my Dad had grown up. I told Janice that I was going to take a couple of weeks off from work and drive back there. Visit the places that my Dad had told me about and just do a lot in terms of memory cleansing. Janice surprised me by saying that not only was that a wonderful idea, but she would like to go along with me. Go along, if she wouldn't be an extra burden on the trip. She even volunteered to pick up the travel expenses like the gas, hotel rooms, etc. That sounded more then just wonderful, so it was heartfelt when I said, "Sure, why not. It would be nice to have someone to talk with on the trip and the time together would give us the opportunity to get to better know one another."
While planning our trip, Janice surprised me by saying, "Look, I've been thinking ... I know that could be dangerous," she laughed at her putdown of herself and continued, "but we're both sophisticated adults and you are my son. Actually my Stepson, but still you are my son. What I'm getting at is that it sounds foolish to me to waste money on separate motel rooms. Let's get one room with two beds and we can spend the extra money on really nice meals." I thought that "wow" that was a hell of an idea! I also immediately thought that I knew enough that when "opportunity knocked I should get up and answer the door!"
Little did I realize, but opportunity had . . . indeed, knocked. That night, I locked my bedroom door so that I would have the needed privacy for one of my favorite moments. Years ago I had found some old Polaroid's that my Dad had taken of Janice when she was in her thirties. The picture that I took was of a nude Janice. (Later when I went back to revisit the picture trove, I found that Dad had removed them.) She was sitting in a lounge chair with her legs spread. She had a sultry smile that made the picture come alive with a not too subtle sexuality.
At her pictured youthful age I could see that her beautiful breasts possessed a sensual firm meatiness. I would stare at the picture and pretend that she was posing for me. I would rub her picture along my cock and envision what it must have felt like to my Dad when she sucked his cock. As my sexual fantasy increased in intensity I would speed up the stroking of my meat until a fountain of white cream spurted across the room. It was a wonderful feeling, but I wanted the real thing! I had to ravish my mother's body!
Departure day was beautiful! The sun was out and we had absolutely no timetable. We both chattered endlessly about nothing of any importance as we headed East towards Wisconsin. During the afternoon, Janice grew tired and curled up on the seat next to me and fell asleep. I kept myself awake by letting my eyes occasionally drift to the rise and falls of her opulent breasts. As we crossed into Eastern Oregon, I heard on the local radio station that there was a large rain and lighting storm moving across and into the area where we were traveling.
I gently shook Janice awake and shared with her the information that I had just heard on the radio. Shaking the drowsiness from her head she opened up the road map and after a few moments of figuring out where we were, she said, "The town of Le Grande is only ten miles ahead. Why don't we find a place to stay there and forget about driving though the storm?" I said, with a grin of agreement "Sounds like a hell of a plan. You're right . . . we're in no big rush. Keep your eyes peeled for a motel."
Wouldn't you know it? La Grande had a rodeo in town and every motel-hotel was filled to the over flowing. As you know, these moments can be exasperating and as we drove out of town there was one last motel and that motel had a NO VACANCY sign posted. I told Janice, "I don't care, I'm going to stop, they may be filled up, but at least I can ask them if they have any idea where we can find a room."
I pulled the car up to the front office and went in to the lobby. This very nice elderly lady said that if we didn't mind they had one rather "unusual unit" left. It might not be a room that we wanted, because it was their Honeymoon Suite. I told her "I don't care what it was. A room is a room is a room. We'll take it!"
Carrying the luggage, I followed Janice into the "Honeymoon Suite" and I could hear her giggle. "I can't believe it! Look there is a mirror on the ceiling and then I hear her in the bathroom "…and the bathtub is shaped like a heart." As I sat down the luggage, I heard her somberly say, "Unfortunately, there is only one bed. I hope that you don't mind." I thought to myself, "Mind. Hell, I couldn't think of anything better then the opportunity to slip between the sheets with my sexual fantasy."
She pulled back the bed cover and said, "Can you believe it. The sheets are that slippery satin material." Janice put a lingering hand on my arm and facetiously said, "I promise, I'll try and stay on my side. Although, these sexy sheets," she laughed. "They will make it hard to keep from sliding into your arms" Evidently this thought really hit her funny bone . . . "What would you do with an old half naked broad like me in your arms." As she turned away to start unpacking I thought, "I would fuck your brains out, that's what I would do!"
Soon after we had unpacked the rainstorm moved in. We dashed through the rain to the Motel dining room and had a very enjoyable prime rib dinner. It turned out that with our "honeymoon suite package" there was included a very nice honeymoon dinner. The dinners included a bottle of red wine that along with a couple of cocktails resulted in a rather "wobbly" dash back through the rain to the haven of our room.
As we entered the room, the cumulative effects of the alcohol caused Janice to lose her balance and she stumbled into my arms. I could feel the raise and fall of her large breasts against my chest. I had on only a lightweight short sleeve shirt. The softness of her breasts was wonderful. It was impossible not to notice the sexual overtones of the moment. She blushed and put her hands against my chest, "Thanks baby."
Then she noticed my sculpted chest muscles and ran her hand thoughtfully across my chest. "To bad you're so young and too bad I'm your mother." She laughed and said, "I think that we've both had too much to drink. Let's go to bed so that we can get an early start tomorrow." The moment of truth had arrived. Thankfully, Janice handled the "going to get ready for bed" event in a logical manner. "You use the bathroom. Then while I'm using the bathroom, you can get in bed. Then I'll come out of the bathroom and I'll get in bed."
She started to sing a sultry version of "strangers in the night." Obviously the alcohol was working in my favor.
I smiled and said, "I'll go first." I went into the bathroom and took a piss. I optimistically washed off my cock."
What I didn't know that in the other room (I learned this later) Janice was thinking, "I wonder if he washes his cock after he's done? I wonder if it's big?"
At that moment I came out and couldn't understand why she was giggling. However not wishing to destroy the delightful silliness of the evening I jauntily said, "Next!" Janice slipped into the bathroom with her little bag of toiletries and I waited. The bathroom door opened and Janice came out clad only in a slip. My cock stiffened as I saw her large tits silhouetted through the gossamer fabric of her slip. I could see the dark aureoles that surrounded her rock hard nipples. I don't know what caused her nipples to erect, but I was enjoying the sight. Janice stopped by the bureau to take out her contacts. Taking them out she paused to rub her eyes and then she moved over to her side of the bed.
As she pulled back the light cover, she grinned and said "Lights out and move over, Eric. Your Mother needs some room."
I gave her my best smile and said "No problem!"
As she slid into bed she moved her body comfortably against me and said, "Can a girl get a little goodnight kiss?"
I responded by gently kissing her on her cheek just then there was a tremendous sound of thunder and an accompanying lighting bolt lit up the room. Janice instinctively plastered her body against mine. There suddenly erupted a rolling series of deafening thunderclaps. Janice sobbed "hold me I'm scared shitless! " I could feel her fingernails dig into my back and she had thrown one leg around my hips, which pressed her pussy against my stiffening cock.
Her breasts were crushed against my chest and my arms were clenched around her back. As she desperately clutched at my body, I could feel no bra strap, which meant that it was her thinly covered breasts that I felt against my chest. I could feel the rigid nubbins of her nipples against my chest. She didn't seem too notice, or at least she pretended not to notice, but I softly moved my hands in a circular motion, which covered her back and down to the crack in her beautiful ass. She buried her head into my shoulder. My lips were against her neck.
As the thunder abated, I took one hand and tilted up her chin. Her eyes were closed when I pressed my trembling lips against her lips. At first her mouth was still. Then I felt her resistance weaken and her sexy mouth moved in increasing fervor against mine. Our lips parted and I felt her tongue drive deep into my mouth. She suddenly realized what she was doing . . . she stopped and tried to push me away. "Oh my God! Eric, you're my son. There's thirty years difference between us . . . I could be your grandmother!"
I was scared at the thought of what I was about to do, but there was no turning back in my mind. My hard cockwas wedged against her pussy lips and I moved my hips forward to rub against her sex. I heard her gasp and then I felt that first tentative response of her pussy moving against my throbbing cock. I didn't want her to think that my cock pressing against her cunt was an accident. I rubbed my hardon insistently against her pussy. I knew that I was pushing her silk panty fabric back into her wet cunt. At that moment, I decided that there would be no turning back. I whispered into Janice's ear, "I've come to a decision." I heard her defiant and muffled voice say, "I don't know if I want to hear that decision."
I held her tightly and said, "I am going to fuck you and you have a decision to make." The shock of my words forced her to once again react by trying to rip herself out of my arms, but her resulting struggle did her no good. I couldn't believe the words that I heard tumbling out of my mouth, "You can choose one of two ways. Either way is going to result in our fucking."
I had crossed the river of illicit passion. I had to enjoy my mother's body and one way or another that was going to happen.
"I am going to fuck you Mom." (True, she was my stepmother, but to me she was mom and the thought of incest only heightened the awareness of what I was intent on doing.) "Option one is to resist me and then I am simply going to rape you. Option two is that you just lay back and let me enjoy fucking you." I could feel a very gradual relaxation of her stiffened body. I didn't move as I waited for her verbal explosion. Once again life surprised me. Against my neck, I heard Janice's muffled voice say, "You forgot to mention option three." I gentled released some of the pressure of my arms on her body "Option three.
What's Option three?
Janice raised her head from my shoulder and gazed directly into my eyes and in a very soft sexy voice said, "You may find this hard to believe, but I have had some incredibly sexy thoughts about the possibly of our fucking. Not making love, that can come later . . . right now I need you to satisfy my hot pussy with your hard cock." Her hand slid down between my legs and grasped my hard on and stroked it to an incredible hardness. "How would you like to bury this beauty in your mommy's gray haired cunt?"
I stared at her in complete disbelief at what I had just heard.
An impish grin spread across her face as she said, "Hay, when you're in your sixties you are just never sure when 'this time, might be the last time.' Now ... give me a good hard fuck!"
Her face moved to meet mine and once again our lips meshed in a soft, moist and passionate kiss. Different from our first kiss, this one was from the heart. It was born out of our mutual needs for a physical joining. It was a moment that seemed to stretch to an eternity of moments.
Our lips broke apart and I heard Janice say, "I've watched you sneak peaks at my tits for years. Now I want to show them to you . . . they're yours to enjoy. Put your hands on my breasts. I want you to squeeze my tits! Squeeze them hard!"
Needing no more encouragement, I let my hands roam across her silk covered breasts. Their incredible firmness served only to increase my lust. Our bodies moved as though they intended to eternally fuse our bodies together.
I heard Janice moan in a passion from the depths of her soul, "I need a cock . . . any cock . . . so bad. I haven't had any sex in years. I hope that my pussy hasn't rusted shut!"
That comment caused us both to laugh and I told her "Don't worry, if it's rusted shut I've got the tool to bust through any and all resistance." It was apparent that that type of talk just turned her on all the more. Her arms were around my neck as her mouth moved to my ear.
I heard her throaty whisper of "I love 'fuck talk'. I want you to talk dirty to your mommy. Will you do that for me son?"
I had a hard time speaking as I answered, "Yes . . . I love to tell you all the things that I want to do to you. I have thought about this opportunity so many times. I plan to plunge my cock into your mouth, your cunt and finally, I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
Mom grinned at me and mockingly said, "My you do have an aggressive and bold agenda. Is there anything else that your whore mother can do for you?" I replied, "as a matter of fact I am also really looking forward to having oral sex with you." I moved my hands from the small of her back to cup her generous ass cheeks. I squeezed them and laughingly reflected that, "all my life I have watched men looking at those huge tits that you have. Now . . . they are mine to enjoy. I want you to strip . . . let's see those tits. Also, since I'm making out my verbal wish list, I have always fantasized about watching you suck your own nipples."
My sex talk seemed to put Janice into a trance like state and I knew that this would be the first of many steamy fuck sessions. She suddenly dropped to her back and pulled her knees up to her chest. With a wanton wiggle, she pulled off her panties and threw them against the wall. She giggled, "I would have bet that they would've stuck there."
In one smooth movement, Janice moved to a kneeling position. A smile crossed her lips as she pulled up her slip and her lush, heavy breasts, released from the confines of her slip, slapped against her chest. She dropped her slip to the bedroom floor. With her hands, she cupped each of her voluptuous tits and leaned forward... her voice was husky in the passion of the moment. "Would my son like to suck his Mommy's tit's?"
Her hands squeezed the full ripe mounds and went on ... "Mommy's nipples are very sensitive and they need attention."
My dreams came true as my lips encircled her nipples and I sucked the tits that I had so often dreamed about. As I removed my mouth from one breast to move to another, she pushed me back. "Ops, almost forgot. I have one more neat little surprise. I made you promise to talk dirty to me. It's only fair that I return that favor in spades. Tonight I want to be your whore and I want you to be my young and virile stud. I want to think of you as my real son and I want you to fuck your mother without a rubber. I want to feel your virile cum spurting into my ripe womb. The symbolism of your bald headed cock ramming into mommy's pussy will cause", she chuckled. "will cause some orgasms on my part. Part of that intense feeling that I want us to share is the fantasy that you are going to commit the ultimate incest act. You're going to make your Mother pregnant with your potent seed. When I feel you pumping jets of hot cum, I want to feel the eroticism of our incestuous lovemaking. I want to cuddle with you after we have sex and fantasize about a little girl that you put in my tummy. A little girl that some day I'll present to you and share in the moments when you fuck her." Mom's voice had taken on a new level of released lust. "I look forward to watching you spreading the white thighs of her child-body ... her body will be twisting with a need that you will need to satisfy. She'll be begging you to fuck her and that will be our joint destiny. I'll be fingering my cunt as you ram your cock through the hymen of her cherry. After you fuck her, I'll lick the blood tinged sex juice from your used cock and get you hard all over again."
Her tight little pussy will remind you of the mother that gave you that choice piece of young ass." Janice eyes flickered as though she was coming out of a trance, "Question is . . . Can you handle all this erotic "mental stuff" or should I just spread my legs and let you fuck me? What do you want?"
There are some times that actions speak louder then words. I slid out of bed, stood up and removed my tee shirt. My cock was obscenely silhouetted through my jockey shorts. Mom moaned as her mind registered that her son had a large ... very large ... cock -a cock that would soon be buried in her dripping, hot pussy.
I hooked my fingers in the top of the shorts and bent over as I removed them. My hard on sprang up with the release of pressure. Her physical hunger for my cock was evident as she ran her tongue over her lips. She stared at my uncircumcised cock. I wrapped my hand around its girth and gave it a couple of hard strokes. Janice, said in a quavering voice ... "No let me. I want to feel that love muscle. I can't believe its size! It's even bigger then the black guy I screwed and he was hung like a fucking horse!"
She put her hand to her mouth and shyly said, "Of course that was before I met your father. I mean how often does a girl get to have sex with a six foot six 350 pound professional football player?"
I thought to myself, "That's a whole another story that I'm going to look forward to hearing. I could picture her giving me the details of her black stud as I slowly fucked her, but that story could wait . . . there were things 'here and now' that needed my attention." I moved to the edge of the bed and on her knees she inched her way to meet me. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her towards my groin.
"Open your mouth, Mom. I need to have you suck my cock. I want to see your mouth wrapped around it. If you're good, after I get done fucking you ... I'll come in your mouth and let you swallow my cum."
She looked up at me with a devilish look and answered, "I'll let you come in my mouth, but I'm not going to swallow. Not this time at least. I've got a treat planned for you. After you come, you're going to French kiss me and I'm going to put your cum back into your mouth. You're going to swallow your own cum and if you don't . . . if you don't, there will be no more pussy for my darling little son who likes to fuck his mommy." Her obscene mouth was such a "turn on" that it only increased the need for my cock to be sucked. It was time for some action.
I moved to stand next to the bed. Janice inched forward on her knees. Almost without thinking I heard her say, "That is the biggest juiciest cock I've seen in years. If I had known you had this piece of swinging meat we would have been fucking long before tonight."
Her lipstick covered lips opened and her mouth moved to kiss the head of my cock. Pre-cum was oozing from the end of my throbbing cock. Janice greedily licked it off and then let my pulsating organ slide into her warm, wet mouth. I groaned at the feeling of her mouth muscles as she sucked on my cock. I felt this incredible emotion of being swallowed, I leaned down to squeeze her full breasts. Both of us were moaning in ecstasy. Her tits were so soft and I tweaked her nipples, which only resulted in another burst of passion from my Mother.
Incest ... incest, the most taboo of all sex acts only fueled my cock as it pistoned in and out of Janice's mouth. She paused and pulled her head back "Just a moment" and she reached down to the floor and came up with her panties. "I wore these all day and the crotch is soaked with my sex excretions and womanly sweat." She held them out to me, "Bury your nose in them while I'm sucking you."
As her eager mouth resumed her moist sucking of my cock, the fragrance of her soiled panties filled my nostrils. The incredible fragrance of her panties and the suction of her mouth only served to build the tidal wave of cum building in my balls.
"I'm sorry Mom, but I can't wait. I have to blow my wad in your mouth."
I heard her grunt . . . "go for it. Pump that salty cum into your Mommy's mouth." It happened faster then I expected.
Suddenly, I felt myself ejaculate a steam of cum. My cock spasamed again and again. Mom's mouth could not hold all of the creamy white liquid. A stream ran out of the corner of her mouth. Her mouth was so full, that through clenched lips she murmured "hmm-m-m-m-m" and pulled me to her. She planted her lips to mine and encouraged a French kiss. I could feel my mouth fill with my own cum! If I wanted to breathe, I had to swallow.
As the cum flowed down my throat, I was finally able to take a breath of fresh air. Mom giggled and said, "Now dip a finger into my pussy and I'll lick it clean.After, all we have to share in our little peccadillo's."
I moved my left hand to her fur covered love channel and dipped one and then two fingers into the wet recesses. I removed my sticky fingers and held them to my mother's panting lips. She greedily licked them clean. She licked her juice so fast that I knew I had to repeat the effort. Three or four times I filled her mouth with her love liquid. Finally she was relatively satisfied and commented, "Every time I taste pussy juice, I think that someday I'll have to try making love to another woman."
I whispered in her ear. "Maybe you can break in that little girl that I'm going to impregnate you with tonight. A nice little hairless cunt for you to lick." She planted a passionate kiss on my lips and said, "That's another wonderful idea that you've had!"
Mom slid out of bed, took me by the hand and said, "let's sit on the couch. We can tell each other some marvelous sex stories. That will put some "stiffener" back in your cock . . . then we can fuck!" As we sat down, I said, "I have to tell you I have never enjoyed sex as much as I just did and . . and . . . I still have to look forward to fucking your pussy!"
She laughed and said "Right on, you've got to plant those baby seeds in me." I joined her laughingly, "You're being facetious, but I have a pretty interesting erotic idea." Janice put her hand over her mouth and then said, "I can't help it. What do you want me to do. Put on a strap on dildo and fuck you in the ass!" Mockingly, I replied, "Not tonight, but here's my idea."
My next statement stunned Janice. "We get married. Forget the age difference. We have plenty of money between us to do whatever we want. We do enjoy sex. It's a fact. It's also a fact that life is all together too short. We need to maximize our 'fun-sexpotential.'" Being married, we can join wife-swapping clubs. We can go to nudist colonies. We can do things like travel to the Far East and hire a young girl and pretend that it's our love child. I'm serious. I want to have sex with someone who has never had sex before. I want you to hold my cock while I push my way through a virgin's tight little slit. Afterwards we can jointly lick up the juices oozing out her cunt. This relationship would be a two way street. I would enjoy watching you get "your rocks off." I can imagine our finding you a fourteen-year-old black stud. A stud who's still a virgin and he's fantasized all his life about dipping his cock in a white woman."
Janice finally found the muscles to close her gaping mouth. Obviously happy with what I had just said, "The young black stud sounds wonderful, but I can just imagine him blowing his first wad all over my stomach!" With a grin I said, "Janice, we can do anything that we put our mind to, but we have to get moving." Janice moved restlessly . . . "it sounds fantastic. Let's discuss it further on this trip." She leaned toward me and grasped my hardening cock, "I'll do anything you want. I'm your love slave and you know it. Right now I want you to show me that you know how to use this hard cock."
My voice was thick with emotion as I said, "To the bed. I need to do the ultimate sex thing and that is to fuck my mother."
Mom led me to the bed. She sat on the bed's edge, opened her mouth and gave my cock a couple of deep gulps of her sucking mouth. She flopped back, spreading her legs and raising her knees. My hard cock swayed back and forth as I moved between up between her thighs.
"Mom . . . this is one special moment. I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and then place the head against your pussy entrance."
Her hand fumblingly groped for my cock. I stared at her heaving breasts, the beautifully hard nipples and the sound of her heavy breathing. Her gorgeous blond hair framed her lust filled facial features.
As she placed the glans of my penis against her pussy, I said, "This is it Mom. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to cum in you. You're going to have my baby. Are you ready?"
Her voice came from her soul. "Eric, I want you to fuck me now!" Her hips snapped up and suddenly I found myself buried deep inside the best feeling pussy of my entire life. My driving cock slammed into her. I met her churning hips with my hammering cock. Her voice was lusty in "Ungh. . . ungh. Jesus, give me your cock. I've never felt something so big." Suddenly, from her soul "God yes! I'll marry you, but we'll have to learn to share each other with other people!"
I looked down at her lust-contorted face, my emotion filled voice growled, "I want you to find that black football player. I want to watch you fuck him. Will you do that for me?"
The cords of her neck were etched in passion, "Yes ... yes. Maybe you can fuck his wife." I tauntingly said, "I'd rather fuck his mother ... in front of his wife."
All of this only served to heighten our mutual enjoyment. I looked down at my mother and reveled in hearing her "Give it to me son! Fuck your mother! You're fucking me better then your Dad ever did! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" The sex talk caused me to move faster and then it happened.
"Mom ... you're going to have my baby." I could feel the thick cords of my cum drenching the walls of her cunt.
Her fingernails raked my back and she wailed, "Slam your cock as deep as you can. I want the seeds next to my egg!" In the morning, we were making a final check before leaving the hotel room. "Forget anything?" She nodded her head "no."
I looked at her and said, "One thing that we've forgotten."
Mom looked at me in confusion. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock. "I want one blow job for the road."
Mom just grinned and dropped to her knees. As she grasped my hard cock, she tauntingly looked up, "This time I'll swallow. I need the nourishment of your cum cream!"