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But I was still hard as hell. As she lay asleep, I laid behind her, pushing her thighs apart and I continued to fuck, watching my dick go in and out. Then I started fucking hard, getting pure pussy from the rear. Within 10 minutes, I had cummed again.

I laid there behind her and I too dozed off to sleep.

Mom had arrived at 2:30 p.m. I awoke at 6:15 p.m. She was still knocked out. I woke her up by nuzzling my dick at her entrance, pushing it through the cum caked pubic hair that stood between me and her wet, fish smelling pussy.

I pushed into her pussy. It was plenty wet, so I had no problem getting in. Then mom awoke and rubbed my face. She began to thrust backwards on my dick, pushing me deeper as my left hand rubbed her pussy, tingling her clit.

Now mom pulled her left leg up higher, moving so I had a straight shot in. She put her left breast into my mouth and I sucked as I pounded away.

Mom was working that large ass in semi-circles, humping hard, then humping lightly.

Now she started moaning and softly said "rub my pussy hard baby."

I rubbed it, splitting my fingers as I fucked, rubbing the top, then around my dick.

"Oooh..." mom repeatedly moaned softly. Now she was cumming as I could feel her pussy muscles contracting.

I was cumming to. I moaned, "Aaah..."

We rolled a while longer and my dick got soft. I pulled out and we lay there staring at each other, kissing lightly and touching.

"Baby I don't know how this happened. But you know you can't ever tell…..can't tell anyone," mom said.

I agreed and said she knew I wouldn't tell. We'd be outcasts and literally ruined.

We rose from the bed and mom held her hand between her legs for the short walk to the bathroom. Cum dripped down her legs, through her hands and onto the carpet. She sat on the stool and loosened her pussy. The cum went "splotch," as it dropped from her. I watched her briefly, then she closed the door and locked it.

I went to cleaning up the room, changing the sheets, spraying air freshener and placing the dirty linen into the washing machine. Mom took a bath and emerged 10 minutes later, walking to the front room where she dressed again. She had to go to the grocery store and call dad.

We kissed before she left and I leaned down and kissed the crotch of her panties. I told her I would come by once I got everything cleaned up since she lived only five minutes away.

As I cleaned up and bathed, I found myself mentally high by the fact that I had fucked my mom. I had never fucked anyone so intensely or enjoyed sex so much – not even my first fuck when I cummed. It was something that ran through my head over and over, every caress, every kiss, every stroke.

I got hard again. I sat and sipped a beer, called my wife and kids who would be home tomorrow. Then I went to mom's house. When I got there, she was baking pies and a turkey for Sunday dinner. My brother, Alvin and his family, me and my family, and my father would all dine there together tomorrow.

It would be the same as it was two Sundays a month. Only I would be harboring the secret of having fucked my mom.

We talked about the events of the day and how we would continue it. Mom sipped a glass of wine as we sat on the couch, talking.

I wanted more. I had cum more today than I had ever cummed in my life. And still I wanted more. I pulled off my pants against mom's wishes. She was wearing a purple moo-moo with no clothes beneath. She had bathed again when she got home. She told me she had relaxed in the bath tub and was amazed at the amount of sperm that had come out of her pussy. "Thick, ropy stuff," she called it.

Mom looked at my hard on and said she wondered if she had made a mistake.

"That's why I kept you from fooling with old women when you were growing up. They'll ruin your nature by making you screw your dick out of use," she said. "Baby, an old woman will fuck a young man every day, every chance she gets and when it's all said and done, she'll wear him down after a while."

She said we had done enough today and I should put on my pants and calm down. She was tired and had never screwed so hard, so many times and by such a big dick.

Dad called and we both spoke with him. He said they had done well, getting a limit of pheasants, rabbits and a couple of deer. When he hung up, mom went to pull the pies from the oven.

I stood behind her, lifted her moo-moo and fingered her pussy. I had to have more. She sort of remained in that position for a minute, then told me to lick her. I obliged, dropping to my knees, licking from the back, this long and hairy pussy.

"Oooh baby. You might be in trouble tonight. I might have to knock you down for real now," mom said, as she straightened up, dropping the moo-moo and taking the pies from the oven to lay on the counter.

"Let me work a while baby. We'll get to that. Now go sit down. I can't do my work with you kissing my privates," she smiled.

I went back to the couch, watching television., sitting in my drawers, dick standing at full attention. We chatted across the room and mom asked me something that made me really think. She asked if she had not initiated the sex, would I have ever considered it.

I was honest, telling her I had wanted to have sex with her since I was 12, when I used to see her walk around the house in a short gown, or when I would by chance see her expose a breast, change clothes and I'd see her nude, or when she would walk around the house clad in only bra, slip and panties, the days she had gotten off work and rushed to fix dinner.

She asked why I had never attempted anything. I was honest in saying I didn't think folks should think of their mothers in that way. That it was wrong and so forth.

"Well what about now?" mom asked. "How do you feel inside now that you've had sex with your mother? Do you feel bad? Do you regret it? Do you think I was wrong? Should we quit it?"

I flat out told her no. I was not interested in quitting it. I told her I'd never been so free with a lover, so intense and never so wanting of that person.

I also confessed my guilt of having had sex with her behind dad's back. It was the only regret I had at all.

Mom told me that I should shed that guilt and consider us as simply being two normal humans who had given away to lust and had fulfilled a fantasy at the same time. Mom told me if it wasn't me, then there would be someone else having sex with her because people change and men often grow cold of their women.

She told me how to keep my wife from ever needing a lover. She told me much that night, about how women needed to be loved, kissed and catered to now and then, how important tender oral love was to a relationship.

Then she went on about how society viewed incest. We talked a while longer, each vowing we would never tell it and we would only have sex when we were certain that no one would know. She also told me she loved sucking dick, but my father was never much interested in it.

She also told me about the differences in women's anatomies, why she as a big girl, had a long pussy crack and little women usually had smaller ones.

It was getting late as the 10 p.m. news came on. We hugged, petted and caressed.

Then I did as she had told me, I licked, kissed and caressed her breasts for a while. She wanted me to go ahead and fuck her, but I took my time.

I worked down her belly, a kiss here, a lick there, returning often to her sensitive nipples, and to kiss her lips.

Mom's pussy was on fire as she begged me to stick it in. I wouldn't right away. I continued my lovemaking to her body, then rose to spend time kissing, as she stroked my dick and I fingered her pussy, rubbing her breasts.

Then mom had enough. She dropped her head to my lap and started to suck my dick again. Her tongue glided around the head, then she'd suck the head a minute and return to licking it. She licked the underside of my dick, kissing and gently sucking on my balls. I begged her to stop. I wanted to suck her juices. Mom quickly sat back on the couch, and took off the already open moo-moo.

I got on my knees, pulled her to the edge of the couch and gently sucked and licked up and down her pussy. I flicked my tongue over her clit every so often, training myself to the techniques that would please her.

Mom was getting near orgasm, begging me to stop before she discharged and stained the couch. I obeyed and we went to my old bedroom, pulled back the sheets and began again. This time I had some bath towels that I had placed beneath her ass.

We did a 69, with me, at 6'3'' and 200 pounds, lying on top. I held my weight off by resting on my elbows. Then mom arched her back, gripped me tight and started cumming, moaning as she tried to take in most of my dick while I tried extracting every ounce of juice from her pussy.

I needed to cum in her tonight, not in the mouth, but in her magnificent pussy.

I got up and mounted mom. She told me she wanted to see my dick going in and out. I cut on the lights and she could look in the mirror on the dresser at the foot of the bed and see the action. I sucked and licked tits as I went in and out of mom. Every so often, she'd glance to the side to see my dick going in and out. Then she'd kiss me, look deep into my eyes with a dreamy stare and just moan.

Mom came again pretty quickly. I was doing my best not to cum. I would fuck her, get up, eat her pussy then, return to fucking her.

As I approached my climax she hit another orgasm and started to squeal, "Aaah…Aaah damn! Ooooooh shit! Oooooh damn baby. Right there. Keep it right there!. Aaahhhhhh"

I didn't say anything. I kept grinding up against her pussy then I started to really rod her, going in and out, hitting bottom rising back.

When I cummed, I kept my dick pressed deep in her so she could feel my seed hitting her when it shot.

Mom lifted her legs up, this time putting her knees to my shoulders so I was smashed straight up against her pussy. Nothing blocking me, no legs to maneuver around. It was straight pussy, wide open. I remained hard as she pushed and rolled, keeping me moving, with no time to rest.

After a few minutes, mom asked me to let her up and for me to stand at the edge of the bed. She moved across the bed, turning sideways at the foot of the bed about two feet from the dresser where the mirror stood. She got onto her back and pulled her legs straight up into the air, telling me to hold her ankles. We were less than three feet from the mirror. I held her legs as she lair her feet onto my shoulders. She guided my dick into her.

Amazing, my dick looked wonderful, sliding in and out of her and she could see it all close up from this position, the one they call The Buck.. I was going in and out and mom whose head was turned to the mirror, kept saying, "oooh what a big! Ooooh such a big dick!"

After a few minutes, she urged me to go slower. She began to command the action, "stay right there baby. Now slide in. All the while she and I are looking in the mirror, looking down at our genitals clashing.

Mom started rubbing her clit and the top of her pussy, never taking her eyes from the mirror, but knowing where to rub. She started to buck her ass wildly again, moaning even more. She bucked and cum again.

Now I started fucking hard and instantly, she pushed her hand to my belly and told me, "No baby. Not yet."

Now mom moved again, getting off the bed and standing on the side, in front of me. She bent over and leaned onto the bed and told me to enter from the back. She was still focused on the mirror as I went in from the back.

I started off banging her, and again mom told me, "Slow baby. Please."

I slowly went in and out or mom, my hands beneath her chest massaging the nipples of her massive tits. After a few minutes, mom stuck her ass out, straight to me and starting her pre-orgasm movements of humping that ass hard, rolling my dick around inside of her. I started fucking harder too. I wanted to cum now. I could have held out even longer, but I didn't want to. I wanted to fire cum down into her hot hole.

Mom stretched straight out, her eyes half closed as she humped her ass onto me hard.

Her pussy was so hot and wet that the aroma had covered the room. As I went in and out her pussy made a squishy sound like "Quuueee."

She stretched straight out, grabbing the sheet and huffing and I had my hands gripping the hams of her ass hard, slamming in and out and then we both cummed together, her letting out a squeal, me giving off a low sounding, "Uuuhhh!"

I laid across her back a few minutes to catch my breath. We both breathed hard as my wobbly legs wanted rest, but couldn't move much as I lay on mom's back, my semi-hard dick still planted in her pussy and my sweat rolling onto her body. Both our hearts were beating like native drums had beat hundreds of years ago back in Africa.

I had cummed twice more in an hour. I couldn't keep track of mom's orgasms. But they were numerous.

After a few more minutes, we got up, laid in the bed and held each other. We talked as I rubbed her tits and her hairy mound. She rubbed my dick, at times tugging at it.

It was about midnight and I said I would let her rest. Mom wanted one more favor. She wanted to suck me again. So I laid back in the bed and she rose to cut off the lights this time, wanting to enjoy the feeling.

Slowly, methodically, mom sucked my dick, licking it, sucking, massaging it and squeezing. After about 12 to 15 minutes, she was making me cum again.

Mom started to beat my dick up and down as she made the cum flow. She was drained. I was drained. We had practically fucked all day. I washed up as she took a bath. We chatted, kissed and I went home. I called when I got home and told her I loved her and how today had been the best day I've had in a long time.

We have lived pretty normally since then, having every other Saturday to make love the entire day.

Strange thing is in the five years since we have tried most sexual things a few times, except anal. We tried once, but I'm too large to enter her butt.

We have fucked on the roadside, in the woods while traveling to visit our relatives, in the barn while going to feed the horses or to visit my grandparents and at hotels. I have had so many blow jobs I can't count them.

Mom dropped her weight down to 175 and she looks awesome. Her big thighs are toned, her calves look like candy to be licked. She colors her hair so the gray disappears. She has not been able to shave her pussy as I wished, because dad would become suspicious, she said.

They fuck once every two or three weeks and he still does his thing with his buddies every weekend and golf's as much as he can in the evenings. I have laid some wicked monster fucks on mom between 5:30 and 7:30, when dad's out there hitting that rounded ball and drinking beer with the guys.

The strangest fucks have been us stopping one night on the way from a clearance sale at a mall two hours away. I was fingering her and we pulled over into a corn field and fucked on the back of the car. Of course, she was bent over. The other time, we fucked on the side of the rural road coming from my grandparents.

And mom has this thing where she likes for me to cum on top of her head, in her hair. Sometimes she likes to take it splashed all over her face. Mom has some freaky things she does in a bedroom. I have learned so much.

I once got involved in an affair with a pretty white woman from my job. After she and I had been dating for a month, mom said she could tell I was with someone else because I was spending less time with her and my "nature," was softening. I lied at first and mom got so angry she cut off the sex for a couple of weeks. But I didn't care because I was fucking this white chick. It was my first white woman and it was awesome.

One day mom followed me from work and busted me and the chick at a restaurant. She was cool, walking over and introducing herself as my mom, saying she was there to grab a meal. When I left there, I fucked the girl and went home.

When I got home, mom was sitting on the couch playing with my kids and talking to my wife. Mom had given my wife some money to buy the kids an outfit on sale at JC Penney's, about 30 minutes away on a school night! Off to the store my wife and kids ran to get the items before the store closed, leaving us there alone.

My mom is an excellent manipulator, so we're there together. As soon as my wife left the driveway mom grabbed my zipper and undid the pants.

She got on her knees and sniffed my dick.

"You fucked that white girl," she said and started to cry. "You washed up. I can smell the soap."

Then mom rose to her feet and slapped me, then started to hit on me, fighting me. I held onto her hands, talking sense into her as the tears rolled down her cheek and she yelled, going on and on about the "white girl."

After she calmed down, we chatted for a few minutes and mom started to suck me.

I told her to let's wait until tomorrow. She wouldn't hear it and said, "You didn't say that when you were fucking me beside the door when your father was on the way home. You didn't say that when you were fucking me in that fucking me in that funky ass horse stall with shit all over the floor."

Mom continued to suck and within a couple of minutes, I got so damn frustrated that I pushed up her skirt, revealing she had no panties on, then bent her over and rubbed a handful of spit on her pussy and fucked her there on the edge of the couch. I really fucked her too, not caring if she came or if I hurt her, just deep, hard and quick, trying to knock the breath out of her.

She liked it. She wasn't saying much just grunting like "Uuuhm. Uuuhm. Uuuhm...you're...trying...to hurt me...Oooh."

Further venting my frustrations, when I came I pulled out of her, I turned her around and shot my cum onto her face. She groveled in it, sucking me dry. She wasn't humiliated. She was again in control, and I knew then I could never leave this relationship because she wouldn't let me.

So much for all those times when she told me "If you don't feel comfortable doing this baby, then we can quit."

That was a lie and I knew well now that she'd never let me stop fucking her. She had gotten what she wanted, the convenience, the safety of not getting busted again or raising anyone's suspicions, and she was getting a long, hard young dick in her when she wanted it. She had me where she wanted me, even though there were times I really didn't want to be with her.

She basically forced me to cut loose my girlfriend. That's the problem. Mom doesn't want me to cheat on my wife with anyone but her.

As crazy as it sounds, it's strange to have your mother being your woman and her having a jealous streak. But it's what has happened even to the point of her coming to my job to take me to lunch a few times each week.

How's this for a twist. Mom retired from her state job at 52, after working 30 years there. She opened a small business and has me working with her every free moment I get.

I want to hang out with my friends sometimes, but at least every other weekend, I'm either working with mom at the office, where we fuck, hanging out with her at the house where we fuck, in a hotel somewhere fucking her and as of late, traveling out of state with her where her imagination stays charged with sex.

I suggested to my dad that he work with her. He wouldn't hear of it. Dad is content with being the head deacon at the church and the accountant. They have services three times on Sunday, 8:30 a.m., 11 a.m. and 6 p.m. He's there for every one of them. Dad comes in about 1:30 to 2 p.m. on Sundays, eats dinner, naps in the chair watching television, then he's leaving again at 5:30. He returns about 9 p.m. after all the accounting is done.

Then they have night services on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Mom eggs him on talking about how valuable he is to the operation and how if he left it, they would be lost. She strokes his ego that way to keep him gone all the time and he can't even see it. After all, she tells dad he's the reason things have remained normal through the years. Pastor Brown resigned without ever stepping back into the pulpit after I caught him and mom. He moved back to Mississippi somewhere.

Place all that on top of his insurance sales and you see how he easily spends 60-70 hours a week working, all the while, neglecting mom and his marital vows by placing everything else before her. But as I said, she plants the seed in his head and he's too blind to see that's exactly what she's doing – keeping him away from the house as much as possible.

The deacons and other church members often remark about how good it is that I'm working with my mother on weekends.

And to show you how some old guys speak without thinking, Brother Smith, one of the deacons made a remark once, "Yea it's good little brother that you spend so much time with your mother. Boy if she was by herself, I can imagine many men trying to get up in there with that foxy thing."

I wanted to slap the shit out of him, but smiled and said "you should tell my dad that."

Now and then dad and mom will go on vacation together. But he can't wait to get back to that church and to his group of older deacon friends. He still can't see how they're using him to do all that accounting and other stuff then getting him to donate the money back to the church. They would pay an outside accountant every bit of $100,000 for all that work. But that's how dad thinks.

And all the while mom keeps me around like some trained prostitute, ready to perform whenever she says "come on."

It's been five years now. In a way, I wished I had never gotten it started, staring at my mom's panties that day and following through when she asked to let her see my private part. She'll never let me stop, not anytime soon because she stays hot as fire, fucking on a desk top, against the wall, bent over the toilet., sitting in the car. Just where ever she can get it, she does. I spend more time pumping her than I do my own young wife!

Be careful what you read and what you wish for. Sometimes things are not as good as they seem. It's best to leave some things alone and to stay out of your parent's business. Let their problems be their problems or they could become yours.