Holy shit!" I exclaimed.
Mom released her pudgy cheeks and stood up straight, then peered at me over her shoulder. "Wanna see the front now?"
"Hell yes I do!"
Mom crouched down to pick up the towel again and tied it around her waist before she turned around, making absolutely no effort to conceal her breasts while she did. "Gotta put on a show for you, sweetheart."
I nodded eagerly. "I'm watching, Mom."
"Good boy," she said as she blew me a kiss.
She grabbed the corners of her towel again and held it up in front of her like a matador flashing a white cape, daring me to charge her. The edge of the towel rested just above her pussy, hiding the fur-covered mound behind the curtain for just long enough for me to get impatient.
"Hurryyyyy, please!" I begged with a pout.
She knew she had my attention, and did not waste time when she knew she could make good use of it. Little by little, inch by inch, she gradually lowered the towel and exposed more of her furry cunt and - as I had been imagining for days by that point - the chalky delineation that her bikini bottoms had left behind.
Lower and lower she dropped the towel, until she saw no reason to hold it up at all. It had not taken long for her entire pussy to come into view, and once it had, there was no sense in hiding what we both wished to be the centerpiece of the unfolding scene.
Mom's pussy sported a magnificent triangle of dark brown fur. Her pubic hair was surrounded by the crisp, creamy whiteness of her untanned skin -- the V-shaped memory of her swimwear, which lingered long after the garment had been removed.
I adored the fact that she remained unshaven. It appeared to be not out of rebellion, but of comfort and ease in her body. The hair atop her pussy was full and coarse, growing naturally across her mound, and though I had expected it to be gray in places, I was delighted to discover a singular shade of earthy brown.
She raked her fingers through the dense bush and lightly tugged on her fur. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Perfect. You're perfect, Mom."
She scrunched her nose. "Don't flatter me! Just be honest. Do you really like it?"
I stated at her quizzically. "That has to be a joke, right? It looks fucking awesome!"
She grinned sheepishly and turned her heels outward so that her toes were laid over one another. "Well, okay. You can keep flattering if you want to."
I stepped closer with my hands outstretched. "Can I--"
She slapped my hands away and stepped back. "I think you've done enough to my boobs for one day, sweetheart. I don't want your father to see all these--" She pointed to several faint red markings that I had drawn into her skin whilst groping her. "--when we go to sleep tonight. It might be hard to explain whose hands made them!"
I rolled my eyes playfully, though I was somewhat annoyed to be denied what I sought. "Fine, fine. Just... let me look at you, then."
Mom stood as she was, wholly herself in the presence of the boy she had birthed. Whether it was the soft texture of her pudgy abdomen, the way her shoulders sloped gently forward, or the subtle wrinkles that had gathered at her elbows and knees, all was laid bare for my eyes to obsessively admire.
"You're staring, honey."
I licked my dry lips, trying to seal the cracking skin with saliva as my cement. "I can't help it, Mom. You look phenomenal."
"They're just tan lines! I don't know why you're so obsessed -- although, I do miss having someone to appreciate... you know... me!"
"And I appreciate all of you. I just wish I could appreciate it even more!"
A flicker in her eye told me that she was intrigued by the idea. "I think I know where this is going. Okay, honey, I'm listening."
"Well, you look fucking beautiful, Mom-- at least, on the outside."
She sighed. "Oh, dear."
I froze my thought process. "What? What 'oh, dear'?"
She gave a timid smile. "Let's just say I had a funny feeling this would happen."
"I... er..."
"Let me guess; you wanted to know if Mommy feels amazing on the inside, too?"
I cringed at the fact that she had me pegged to a tee. "Yeah, that's pretty much it."
With a devilish smile on her face, Mom stepped towards to the bed and hiked her left leg up onto the mattress. She then turned the rest of her body to face me and excitedly thrust her mane of fluffy cunt fur towards my face. The hairy maw was mere inches away from me, and wafted its heated steam against my cheek. I could see every individual coil of hair that made up the lush, sprawling forest.
"Give me your hand." Mom held hers out, so I placed my wrist in the curve of her outstretched fingers. She closed them, then guided my hand between her legs. "Feel, sweetheart. Feel Mommy."
Together, with my hand in hers, we combed my fingers through the dark brown thicket. It got caught a couple of times on some of the knotted tendrils, but a short tug dislodged it each time. The tip of my finger wandered further under her body, searching for the source of the warmth that tickled it.
I straightened two of my fingers and pushed them through her soggy lips, nudging apart the curtains of plush meat so that I could wedge her bulging clitoris between each of my outstretched digits. "Christ, Mom. How are you so warm?"
"She's been warming up for you," Mom groaned. "I haven't been this fucking wet in years. I don't know what's gotten into me!"
"Me neither, but I know what's about to!"
Mom giggled with the jubilant glee of a woman half her age. "I hope it's that big, fat fucking cock of yours, honey."
I could have sworn that I witnessed her shedding years like snake skin as she slithered beside me onto the mattress, then up towards the headboard. Once there, she spun around to face me and slowly spread her golden legs, all the while studying me like I was helpless prey that had wandered into her nest. "You made Mommy awfully horny. You should do something about that."
Mom's legs were splayed out on either side of her body and bent at the knee, forming an alcove with her tuft of dark pussy hair framed in the center.
I got on my hands and knees to crawl towards her, but could not tear my eyes away from the magnificent mane crowning her cunt. I felt compelled to venture closer, summoned forth by the spellbinding trance that her pussy had cast on me.
Mom curled one of her fingers and beckoned me forth. "Come, honey. Get on top of me."
I crawled closer, then closer still, my dick a divining rod that guided me every step of the way. I inched forward until her outstretched legs flanked me on either side, at which point she drew them in so that she could lock her ankles behind the backs of my knees.
"Gotcha," she whispered. "Mine, now."
I towered above my mother. My forearms were unyielding pillars that supported me as I loomed overhead, staring down at a woman twice my age who, at that moment, appeared to be half my size. She was dwarfed under my menacing frame, but the look of unabashed glee on her face carried no hint of nervousness.
"Hi, baby," she cooed warmly.
"Hi, Mom."
I pushed the head of my dick through her dense bush, which tickled the sensitive underside of my throbbing helmet as it carved a path through the fuzzy jungle.
Mom thrust upward with her hips so that her pubic hair brushed against my cock with greater force. "Are you just gonna keep teasing me with that thing, or are you gonna put it back inside of me?"
I gulped anxiously. "B-back inside?"
She nodded with a fierce smile. "Back inside, honey. You haven't been in there in a long, long time. Do you wanna see if it's as warm and wet as you remember it?"
Obviously she knew that I did not have any actual memories of the nine months that I had spent growing inside of her womb, but the implication that I was revisiting the narrow channel I had once passed through - the one she had fought through tears and pain to deliver me through - was a powerful one.
Mom wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me against her so that my chest laid atop her sagging breasts. "Put your weight on me, sweetheart."
They had flattened against her chest due to gravity, the once-billowing udders a single, condensed heap of wobbling flesh that sloshed to the side of her chest at the slightest roll of her shoulders.
"I'm not too heavy?" I asked.
Mom's eyes sparkled at me. "I can handle it."
My heart was racing so fast I feared it would burst, but I knew that I would do everything in my power to make it back inside of Mom's pussy before that happened. It felt like my destiny to be reunited with her in that fashion.
I reached down with one hand and aligned my cock with the mouth of her pussy. I dragged the head through the sodden curtains that surrounded her tiny opening, painting her nectar across the fat knob as I lodged it inside the entrance.
I held it there to tease us both with what was to come. Though it was inevitable, I still wanted to take my time and make the moment perfect. I let go of my dick, but it was easily kept in place by her snug grip. With both arms, I suspended myself above Mom, hovering my face close enough to hers that the tips of our noses touched.
I breathed in her scent, which was a delightful mix of tanning lotion and her raw, natural musk. It was a heavenly aroma, and I craved it just as deeply as I loved having her so close to me that she became my sole focus.
It was the opposite of sensory deprivation - taking in as much of her as I could, hoping to immortalize every detail so that I would never forget how it felt to be that close to her-- physically and spiritually.
She slid her hands further down my back until she was cupping my ass with both hands. "Push slowly, baby."
I thrust forward as slowly as my body would allow, barely restrained by her alluring plea. Her pussy was not merely warm, but exuded a kind of heat that I had only experienced from sitting in a sauna for too long. The briskly air conditioned room emphasized that sensation via sharp contrast - not exactly a tan line, but having much the same effect on me. I slowly inched my way inside, and I was not the least bit surprised to find that the torrid tunnel grew hotter as I crept deeper along its wet, convulsing walls.
Mom was soaking wet, allowing me to gently slide my dick into the tightly compacted pocket without pausing a single time-- though she did treat it to a plethora of lovingly tight hugs when she would constrict her cunt muscles. At a steady pace, my dick pushed aside her silky folds as it ventured into the depths that boiled at the bottom.
"Good boy," Mom chanted in my ear. "Goooooood boy, that's it."
I dug at the bedsheets with my feet, trying to find the leverage that would allow me to jam another girthy inch into her. All I wanted was more, and if I'd had it my way, I would have climbed all the way inside of the cozy chamber to feel her velvety lining compressing around my entire body.
I unleashed a mighty groan as my cock head wedged against her cervix. I pushed it against the spongy wall, instinctively trying to burrow my way as deep as I could go even though she had already proven that we were perfectly matched. Just as I had felt the mouth of her womb kiss the knob, so too had I felt the fluffy carpet atop her pussy mound tickling my groin.
"Oh, honey," Mom mewed seductively. "You made it all fit, didn't you?"
"Y-yeah," I panted. "Jesus, Mom, you're so fucking hot."
I did mean it the other way, too, but it was literal heat that was melting my brain and probably my cock. I imagined there would be wisps of steam curling off of it when I eventually pulled out of her, evidence that even the jealous, equatorial Sun had competition.
She squeezed my butt a couple of times. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart."
Mom tightened her leg lock around me, securing my dick against her womb so that we could jointly savour the sensation of a pussy that had been stuffed to the brim. She squeezed around me again, welcoming her guest into the passageway that it hadn't returned to in almost two decades.
She flicked her tongue out of her mouth and battered my slightly parted lips with a series of little licks. "Are you gonna fuck Mommy now?"
I did not have the wherewithal to return her affection; I was too enthralled with the sensation of her insides coiling around me. Thankfully, she seemed to find it cute that I had lost my faculties-- or rather, that she had taken them from me. I imagined it must have been quite the compliment for a woman to be able to reduce a man to a blubbering heap by virtue of her pussy alone.
Mom raked her fingernails up my spine, then returned her hand to cup my ass with a firm squeeze. "I don't have all day, honey."
I knew that I could not - I would not - let her down. I wanted to be the man who made her feel young again, and summoned the strength to fulfill that role even as my dick began to whisper to me that it was already -- despite my wishes for longevity -- nearing the limit of what it could handle.
I pushed those hazardous thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on doing what Mom had asked of me. I was aware that I would not last long, and so made it my mission to push myself right up to the brink for the sake of her pleasure. It was pride, too, that made me want to impress her-- to be the cock that made her feel better than she ever had. It was a lofty dream, but Mom made me feel like I could do anything.
I pulled out a few inches, making space in her pussy only to thrust forward and fill it back up again before she had time to miss me. When my dick plunged through the tiny tube of squelching, pink meat, my entire nervous system went into overdrive.
I could have sworn that I felt every soft little fold along the interior of her cunt massaging me on the way down, and when I reached the bottom, it took some serious mental fortitude to not devolve into a whimpering husk.
"Fuck, Mom," I grunted. "Holy fuck you feel so good."
I knew that she was comfortable with my weight resting on her, so rather than suspend myself over her with my arms, I laid flat against her breasts and tucked my hands underneath her bum. Just as she was doing to mine, I sank my fingers in to the pudgy globes until my knuckles cracked, then used the grip to empower my next thrust.
I drove my dick to the root, plunging the entire piston to the base in one fell swoop that evoked a deep, guttural groan from both of us. Our harmonized moans filled the room, and only became louder when I doubled my efforts for another revitalized thrust.
"Fuck me, honey!" Mom squealed. "Just like that! Good boy!"
I fucked her as hard as I could without blowing my load, or popping a blood vessel in my neck from how hard I was concentrating on not cumming early. The mushy fuck-tunnel convulsed mightily around me, as though trying to strangle the life out of my furiously throbbing cock, but Mom was so profusely wet that she could not stop my forceful fucking no matter how tightly she might squeeze.
One pump at a time, her juices were churned into a rich, creamy broth that saturated my entire dick when it was safely embedded inside. Regardless of whether I was thrusting into her or withdrawing, soupy nectar oozed out from her cunt, each of her powerful convulsions serving to eject another frothy dollop.
I could feel each bead trickle down over my tightly pulled ball sack when I bottomed out, which encouraged me to further bludgeon her cervix with my spongy battering ram. It pulsated happily each time it sunk into her depths, silently confirming that the bulging red knob was exactly where it wanted to be.
Mom dug her nails into my butt. "Such a good boy. Keep going, honey."
"I dunno if I can," I admitted, though to my surprise, that seemed to delight her.
"Really?" she asked eagerly. "Gonna cum for Mommy, sweetheart?"
"If you talk like that, yes!" I cried out, my brow furrowed in concentration.
Mom rubbed my butt with one of her hands, then gave it a reassuring pat. "Let it all out, honey. It's okay, Mommy's here." Her soothing voice was a slow waterfall of honey, coating first my eardrums and then my brain.
I was but a handful of seconds away from fulfilling her wish, and would have done so without even asking whether or not she was on birth control, but our momentum was brought to a screeching halt by the sound of a key card unlocking the door to her suite.
Click-- whiiirrrr. Bzzt!
"Fuck! Not now!" Mom exclaimed with equal doses of fear and white-hot rage.
I was in such a daze that I had hardly noticed the sound, and could have easily written it off as trivial if doing so would have allowed me to cum.
Mom, on the other hand, was quick to leap into action. It was a good thing she did, too, since I would have continued to lie on top of her while Dad, without having announced his entry, stepped into the room.
There were a brief handful of seconds before he would round the corner from the entryway, at which point he would see the rest of the room, which included the bed where his naked wife and son were canoodling. There was no time to waste, and Mom took action just in time to save our skins.
"Roll with me," she demanded curtly.
She wrapped her arms around my back like a seatbelt. Once I was sure she was secure, I did the same to her. As a singular entity, we rolled our bodies in unison so that she was the one on top.
Just as the door closed behind Dad, followed by a casual greeting that he assumed was aimed strictly at his bedridden wife, Mom swiftly pulled the comforter over top of our naked bodies.
I was still partly in shock. "What do--"
"Shh!" she hissed into my ear as she threw a pillow on top of my face to muffle the end of my sentence. By the feel of things, it seemed as though Mom folded her arms on top of the pillow, and then rested her head atop her crossed arms, likely to downplay the bulky figure trapped underneath her.
The weight on my face was intense, but not unbearable. Truthfully, I was a bit concerned with how deeply I enjoyed having Mom take control of the situation. I could hardly breathe, both from the pillow facemask and from her heft pinning me against the mattress, but I did not make a peep. I was unsure how we looked from Dad's perspective, and could only hope that Mom had covered us up in a way that looked inconspicuous.
"Hey there, hun," I heard him say. He sounded drunk.
Mom's breasts were pressed against me so firmly that I could feel her heart thumping against the inside of her chest. "H-hey, dear. Back so soon?"
Dad began to urinate, but did not pause the conversation. "Yeah, I guessa drinks jus went riiiiiight through me. I haven even seen Jason for a while."
Dad had never been able to hold his liquor. I wondered if I owed my little sister a 'thank you' for an unintentional assist, or if he'd done it to himself.
Mom stifled a gasp, but I was close enough to hear the tail end of it slip through her pursed lips. "Well, me neither!"
"Hmm. He's gon be ogay. Mighta been he gotta hot date!"
Mom squirmed on top of me. "Yeah, uh, maybe!"
"Psst," I whispered through the pillow. "He's in the bathroom! I can sneak out!"
Mom lifted the pillow for a quick second, just long enough to sternly say, "Stay there, and do not cum until he leaves."
Is she fucking crazy? I thought in a panic. Dad is right there! If he comes to check on her, we're gonna be totally screwed! I figured it was only thanks to how soused he was that he hadn't stopped by the bed straight away.
As it was, with Mom lying on top of me, I figured that it must have looked incredibly suspicious for her to be resting so high up off of the mattress. She was not a particularly big woman, so with my body underneath hers she must have appeared to be situated atop a whole spread of big, fluffy pillows. All I could do was pray that she had arranged the comforter and pillows in such a way that it Dad would not question the awkward, lumpy shape if he came to check on her.
The surreality of the scene was not lost on me. Though I had been momentarily distracted by the horror of Dad's arrival, that fear was quickly quelled by a few loving squeezes of Mom's pussy. I got the feeling that she was using those tight hugs to reassure me that everything would be okay - that "Mommy" was right there.
While I had not necessarily forgotten that I was inside of her, the sensation of her walls hugging me had taken a back seat while I had wondered if we were about to be exposed. Once it was clear that, despite the risk, Mom was going to keep fucking me anyway, the overwhelming pleasure came rushing back all at once. I was too entranced to catch my groan before it escaped my mouth. "Ohhhhhh, God."
Mom lifted the pillow again, and I knew by the stern look on her face that she was not playing games -- well, except for the most dangerous one. "Hush," she said, and it brooked no dissent or disobedience - but then, she was also still squeezing me with her pussy.
"Be quiet, honey," she whispered. Then she bent down to give me a quick peck on the lips before burying me under the pillow again.
"Mixed messages" would have been putting it mildly. The woman on top of me was unrecognizable as my mother-- or even as a mother. At that moment, she was not. She was purely a woman -- one that had already given up control to her raging horniness, succumbing to the intoxicating lust in which we had embroiled ourselves.
I knew it was a bad idea. At the very least it was risky, and at worst it had the potential to tear our family apart, but there was a quiet confidence in her assertive approach that made me fall in line. Coupled with the submissive state I found myself in thanks to the repeated clenches of her soft, slimy cunt walls, I was in no position to resist her.
I heard the toilet flush, indicating that the moment of truth was nigh.
Is he going to catch us? I was concerned, but not enough to do the smart thing, which I knew would have been to roll out from under my mother's naked body so I could hide under the bed. I trusted Mom, so even as my brain screamed at me to take action, I refused to listen.
"You feelin' any beddur?" Dad's voice warbled from just outside the bathroom door.
I knew that he was probably looking straight at Mom - at us, and the lump our piled bodies made under the covers - and wondering why she was in such a strange position.
"Oh, yes. Much better, but I'm probably gonna keep lying down for a little while to be sure."
Dad murmured something unintelligible, then said, "Whyur you up so high?"
"Oh, uh, I'm lying on a bunch of pillows! See?" Mom grinded against me, but disguised it as a steady roll of her hips. "It helps offset the back pain if I can sort of wiggle like this."
She accented her point by forcefully pushing her cunt against my crotch, burying my dick as deep as it could go.
I knew right away that she had messed up the details of her lie, but she did not catch it right away. Even in his lumbering state of drunkenness, Dad still called her on it. "But... I thought your head wus hurting?"
Mom stopped grinding and her muscles tensed up in a panic. "I-- oh, did I say that?"
"Ye-uh," Dad slurred.
"Sorry, honey. My back was hurting, too. I must have misspoken."
Dad did not seem like he was buying it, but that could have just been the fact that it was hard to properly read a person without seeing their body language. "Well, ogay. I'm jus habby youre feeling beddur. Gimmie a kiss 'fore I go."
"No!" Mom shrieked, clenching her legs to smother my dick in a creamy cocoon of hot, sultry pussy meat. The sudden convulsion tightened her grip beyond what she had ever achieved intentionally, and I wondered for a brief second if the circulation in my dick was going to be cut off.
"No?" Dad echoed with heaps of confusion in his voice.
"No, I mean, uh..." Mom searched for an excuse that would justify her outburst. "It's just my head, that's all. I'm not in much of a kissing mood, I guess. I'm sorry, honey."
Dad groaned in frustration. "Ogay, ogayyyy, fine. Ranchek? Or--" He hiccupped grotesquely. "Rain check?"
Mom faked a laugh. "Rain check, you got it."
"I lobe you," Dad said as he turned to leave.
Mom hesitated a little, then forced herself to say, "You too, dear."
After a few footsteps that grew gradually quieter, I heard the door open, then close.
Finally, I thought with a sigh of relief. We're--
"All alone, honey," Mom mewed as she lifted the pillow off of my face and set it aside. "Hi, baby."
I smiled up at her. "Hi, Mommy."
She bit her lower lip with a cheeky grin. "That was fun."
"That was scary!"
That made her giggle. "That's why it was fun! I thought you were gonna wimp out."
I shook my head. "I trust you."
Her face lit up. "Thank you, honey. Now, I think you should rewarded for being so good. Don't you agree?"
I licked my lips to communicate back to her the same insatiable hunger that I saw burning passionately in her eyes. "What do I get, then?"
Mom set back on her haunches, shedding the covers off of her body to expose her naked breasts. She cupped them from below and dug her fingers into the soft, pillowy pudge. "What do you want?"
There was only one thing in the world I truly wanted at that moment, and I knew that it was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Can I cum inside you? Please, Mom. I can't last much longer and I really want to."
Mom purred lustily. "Really, really?"
I nodded emphatically. "Really! Please, Mom, just say yes so I can stop holding back!"
She rolled her eyes playfully as she shuffled her ass from side to side. "Now, how could I possibly say no to such good manners like that? You can cum inside whenever you're ready."
My heart leapt into my throat. "Oh my God, thank you, Mommy!"
She lifted her ass off of my legs a couple of inches. "Here we go, honey. Don't hold back."
I had already felt my balls tightening up in such a way that I knew it would not be much longer. I was so close to the edge that merely hearing her condone the act of inbreeding had made me want to cum, and that inevitability came rushing at me head on when Mom threw her ass backwards and engulfed my dick back into her birth canal.
I groaned so loud that I feared the pictures on the walls might have been shaken loose. "Jesus, Mom!"
Her blubbery bottom smacked against my bare thighs again, making a dull, bassy thud when she landed on me. She tossed it back with every ounce of strength she could muster, plunging my dick to the hilt.
Mom repeated the pattern and quickly fell into a smooth rhythm that saw her slowly ascending the length of my dick, massaging the length on her way up towards the tip. Then she would plummet back down to the root and swallow my entire dong back into her buttery sheath.
Mom held out her hands, palms facing me. "Hands, honey. Gimmie your hands."
I obeyed and interlocked our fingers so that she had something to steady herself against while she rode me. Her thumbs were locked so tightly that I thought she would leave behind a bruise when she was done with me, but I was willing to endure any amount of pain for the pleasure that was just about to come.
Her tits bounced around chaotically, swinging back and forth from the tremendous momentum she was generating. They slapped against each other, then against her tummy, then back into each other again. The collisions created a cacophony that, when paired with the almost metronomic pattern of her ass clapping my thighs, created a deeply lecherous symphony.
Mom was so wet that I sank effortlessly to the bottom with every stroke. The snug tunnel clung loosely to my shaft, greasing the length on its long descent the bottom.
My balls were being doused with the droplets of nectar falling freely from her cunt. Its slackened mouth had become so loose in the wake of her energetic bouncing that it was making loud squelching sounds every time she dropped her ass. The interior of the slippery tube squeezed around me, trying in vain to tighten its stranglehold, though it was but a fraction of the grip strength she had demonstrated earlier.
Mom's intense gyrations were so energized, and had such power behind them, that I could feel my cock head being flattened against her cervix each time she drove her hips downward. Were the bottom of her pussy - where the mouth of her womb lay saturated in a thick glaze of honey - not so spongy, it would have hurt to be shoved against it so roughly.
My dick pulsated vigorously as a last-minute warning to Mom-- a warning that she recognized immediately.
"Oh, honey!" she chirped. "I felt that! Already, huh?"
I unearthed a moan from deep in my stomach. "I can't, I can't wait. I'm gonna f-- oh God, Mom, I'm gonna fucking cum!"
Mom released my hands and fell forward onto me, bringing her enormous tits crashing down onto my chest. They bulged out so far that they blanketed my shoulders, with their tops tickling the bottom of my chin.
She pressed her forehead against mine-- hard -- as she summoned my orgasm forth with a spellbinding plea. She had stopped riding, but continued to dotingly squeeze her tired cunt around my throbbing cock. "Do it, baby. Cum for Mommy."
Then she mashed her lips against mine, sloppily thrusting her tongue into my mouth, but my mind was elsewhere. I could not even return her generous kisses; I could only cry out under the weight of insurmountable pleasure.
I closed my eyes, though it didn't make much difference. I was blinded not by darkness, but by galaxies of frenzied stars. "F-fuck, Mom!"
My dick became hard as tempered steel and spewed from its bloated head a thick, gluey rope of semen, pasting Mom's insides with what I could only assume to be enough cum to instantly get her pregnant. The wicked idea of implanting my seed in my own mother -- breeding her to create life of our own -- stuck in my brain as another tablespoon of baby butter exploded out of me.
"Good boy, good boy," she chanted between kisses, none of which I had the faculty to return. I simply laid there and allowed her to fawn over me while my dick released another healthy dose of cum.
The veins on my dick felt poised to tear, pulsating with such palpable energy that the entire length felt foreign to me. The sensation of having Mom clench around me while I came was causing me to produce more cum than ever before. As the next few ropes flew out of me, they felt so inexplicably voluminous that I could feel my piss sit expanding to accommodate the width of each fat, chunky cable.
The ring of muscle around the mouth of her pussy felt loose, as though the elasticity had been beaten out of it. From that raw, worn hole came a trickle of cum that ran over my balls, leaving a slimy trail behind on its way down. I felt Mom try to tighten up when she, too, surely felt it begin to seep out of her, but she could not muster the strength.
She released a breath that sounded as though it had been held for the past minute. "I think I might be leaking."
I grinned from ear to ear. "I think you are, too."
She tilted her head to the side and dropped it onto my shoulder, where it rested comfortable as her body deflated to a state of relaxation. "You came too much, honey. I can't keep all that cum inside, even if-- oh!" She jumped a little when my cock flexed inside of her. "Oh, hello, sweetheart."
"Even if what?" I asked innocently.
"Even if I want to keep it all inside, you made too darn much. I can feel more dripping out already! I'm gonna have to take another shower."
I could not quell my cheesy grin. "Sorry!"
She huffed into my neck. "You certainly are not sorry. That much I know. Besides, I'm not complaining. I haven't been this full in years."
"And... you like it?"
Mom snuggled against my chest. "I missed it. Feels nice to be full again."
She kissed my upper chest. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Just how we're gonna have to change the sheets after this."
She snickered. "You let me worry about laundry, young man. At least one of us has to go back to the pool before the others get suspicious."
"But Mooooom!" I whined in a fake petulant tantrum. "Can't I stay here with you instead?"
"Why, so we can have sex again?"
I stayed quiet through her obviously rhetorical question.
"That's what I thought," she concluded.
"Just a few more minutes. Please?"
Mom sighed deeply, filling her lungs to the brim before she responded. "Okay, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes, but then we have to go before the sun goes down."
"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"
Mom curled up tighter against my body and draped one of her legs over mine. "Because I have a tan to work on, honey. I wanna see how dark I can get for you."
My mind was instantly flooded with images of exactly that. Her tan - or tan lines, I suppose - had been what had brought the two of us together, and while I never would have forced my kink on anybody - certainly not my own mother! - fate had woven a strange web around us, and everything had changed. I had her. She had me. We knew what made each other tick; she'd put in the work to drive me crazy, and I'd praise and compliment her endlessly for it.
I could only hope that wherever we were - or wherever we snuck off to - we'd wind up joined together again, and again, and again. Even if our family couldn't afford full-on vacations more than once every few years, there were still summer seasons back home, and tanning salons, and cheap motels.
They'd been the key factor that had brought the two of us together. It had not been my intention to turn a simple kink into something so powerful, but it was something that I knew I could no longer live without. I had Mom, and I intended to keep her.
Life with Mom had always been good. From then on, I knew it was going to be great. With a few tan lines in the mix, it was going to be absolutely fucking amazing.