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My Night Becomes My mother
by IM Luck (address withheld)
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Some events in life happen suddenly and you feel that
you have no control over them. Once such event happened
with me one night when I was 19. I was supposed to be
gone for the weekend. My dad was in another city. My
trip fell through and came home early but didn't call
my mom to let her know because it was too late. (MF,
voy, inc)
***
As I reached near our house I saw four men and one lady
leaving, it was 2:15 am. When I opened the door, the
smell of cigarettes, booze and sex hit me in the face!
The house was a mess! I poured vodka from a bottle to
cool my nerves.
As I passed my mom's bedroom I could hardly believe my
eyes! Mom was on her bed, spread eagled, thigh highs
on, spiked red heels, red bra with the cups cut out,
dangly earrings, bright red glossy lipstick looking
like she just had the fuck of her life.
The cum was oozing out of her pussy. She was out cold
too! I admit that I sometime smelled her panties but
never felt sexy feelings for her, but tonight was
different. I was getting very drunk and she already was
drunk. My cock was getting hard looking at her on that
bed. It was like being in a porno movie. She looked so
nasty, so sexy, so fucking hot! I shook her, she just
moaned a little.
I touch my mom's tit and she mumbled 'fuck me stud!' I
put a pair of hose over my head so she wouldn't
recognize me and started to fuck her. She started to
move her ass and moan; she was making me very horny!
She was saying, 'Fuck me baby, you feel so fucking good
in my pussy, give it to me baby, fuck me, fuck me!'
Then she opened her eyes and saw that a faceless man
was fucking her.
She pulled the hose off my face and then she screamed,
'What are you doing here!' She pulled a blanket over
her exposed body. I told her I was sorry. When I got
home, there were people here, naked and they got me
drunk and put a date pill in my drink. Next thing I
know, I'm in here fucking her! 'I'm so sorry mom'. She
calmed down and said, 'we must never mention this to
any one, anyone, okay honey?'
I said, 'of course mom.' She asked me how many people
were here, even though I knew she knew. Hell, they all
fucked her!! I said, 'I think 6 or 7 and one was a
woman'. She let the blanket fall a little exposing her
tits and asked me to get her a drink, she was still
drunk as hell, so was I. I was getting hard again
looking at her tits and remembering how my cock felt in
her pussy and her telling me to fuck her. I really
wanted to fuck my mother again I just couldn't help it!
The smell of her pussy, the way she was dressed.
She looked so fucking nasty and hot, I had to have her,
my mommy! She said, 'don't feel bad honey it was an
accident. Okay, You know mom was fooling around, I'm
sorry you saw this; I was just so horny honey. Even
mothers get horny you know,' we both laughed. I was
feeling at ease with my mom now, we were both really
drunk.
I said sorry to her again and told her, 'When I saw you
dressed so sexy and date pill in me, I just couldn't
help myself. You looked so fucking hot mom, I just went
crazy and started fucking you!!'
"You really think I'm sexy honey?"
"You better believe it mom; you've got me hard as a
rock right now!"
She giggled and called me a little devil. She dropped
the blanket more so I could see both of her tits now.
'Its hot in here,' she said and she kicked the blanket
off her, exposing her beautiful cunt to me.
She swallowed more vodka and was looking at my cock! My
head was spinning, how could I tell my mom I wanted to
fuck her so bad?! She was really drunk now. She kept
licking her lips, as she looked me in the eyes, and
then down to my dick! She was driving me nuts, one way
or another I was going to fuck my mother!
I asked my mom which guy she was in bed with. She said
if she tells me, would I promise not to get mad? 'I
won't, I promise.'
"I was with them all honey, yes your mom fucked them
all and I'm not ashamed of it, I loved it. I want to
fuck them again too!! You can't get upset, after all,
you fucked me too, your very own mother!"
"Mom, I can't stand it any longer I want to fuck you
now, real bad!"
"Do you honey, do you really want to fuck your mother?"
"Yes, god yes, I want your pussy, I want your tits,
your ass, kiss me mom!!"
My mother shoved her tongue down my throat; she was so
fucking horny she was humping me without penetration.
She started sucking my cock, very deeply. I could tell
my mother was a pro at sucking dick. She told me to eat
her pussy and lick all her juice up and she was very
wet.
"Now put your cock in me honey, put your dick in your
mother and fuck her! Give it to me baby, give it to
mommy, fuck mom like those other guys did OOOUUUU yes
honey, treat me like a whore baby, mommy wants to be
your very own whore! Oh yea, that's it honey, my son
knows how to fuck his mother!"
She wrapped her legs around me and we both came
intensely, it felt wonderful! My mom's legs up in the
air, wow, I LOVED IT! We KISSED HEAVILY, TONGUES AND
ALL!! WHAT A FUCK!
After one great night with her there was no more sex
between us for almost one week. Dad came back and life
looked normal. I started to believe that what happened
was an accident. Then after about a week Dad again went
away. Early in the night I passed by my mother's
bedroom door and She called to me,
"Hon, Sweetheart, come in for a minute please?" I
stepped into her room. She was wrapped in her dressing
gown, standing near the bureau, her lingerie drawer
open. "Hon, I haven't cooked anything for dinner so
tonight we're going out for dinner, just you and me. I
want you to be happy to be seen with me. I know how it
is with most boys your age. They'd rather die than be
seen with their mums..."
I cut her off. "Mom, there's no way I could ever feel
embarrassed around you. Look at you! You're the most
beautiful woman in this town. Everybody knows it Mom!
I've never felt like I didn't want to be with you. I'm
very proud of you Mom, I really am!" I stepped up to
her and wrapped her in my arms, squeezing her tightly.
I felt her shoulders begin to shudder. I pulled back
and looked at her. She was crying. I bent down and
kissed her cheek, tasting the salty tears. She shook
herself, clearing her head and pulling herself back
together.
I spent the next hour getting dressed, calling the cab
and generally pacing back and forth. Soon I heard the
taxi pull up at the front of the house. I opened the
door, called up to my mother and then pulled out a
light coat from the hall closet for her. I turned
around to the sound of her heels on the hallway floor,
then stopped dead and stared.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was pulled up
into a French roll. She wore a simple strand of pearls
to match the curve of her neckline. Her makeup accented
her large dark eyes and high cheeks. Her full lips were
a bright red and her teeth sparkled as she smiled
broadly at me.
I helped her on with her coat and we walked arm in arm
to the waiting cab. I opened the door and watched her
climb in. The silk of her stockings flashed in the
light. I caught a whiff of her perfume. I slid in
beside her and gave the driver the address. As we
pulled out onto the street, she squeezed my hand and
wriggled like an excited little girl. "This is going to
be lovely, I just know it!" she said.
After reaching the restaurant I handed some cash to the
cabbie. I stepped out onto the curb and turned to help
my mother out of the car. Her coat fell open as she
slid out. The neckline of her dress fell forward,
offering a generous view of her cleavage. She stretched
a foot out. Her leg was long and gracefully curved,
shimmering in the lights of the restaurant's marquis. I
took her hand and helped her to her feet.
Looking up, I noticed that she had won the full
attention of the carhop. He made no attempt to hide the
fact that he was staring at her, ogling her breasts and
legs. Even the cabbie was giving her the eye. I felt
the old mixed feelings: annoyed at some guy checking
her out, yet proud that she could turn heads so easily.
During the dinner nothing extraordinary happened. After
the dinner we came out of the restaurant. Seeing no cab
in sight Mom said, "Let's go for a walk, ok? Your poor
mom is feeling a little tipsy." She squeezed my arm and
pulled close to me. "A little fresh air will do us some
good, yes?"
We headed toward home, passing through the business
district, window-shopping, generally enjoying each
other's company. As we moved to a almost empty street
we heard distant rumble of thunder. Rain was coming. It
was time to head for home anyway. We looked around for
a cab. No cabs were in sight.
We kept walking in the direction of home, hoping one
might pass by soon. Off in the distance we heard a
hissing sound. It grew louder. Within moments, the wind
whirled around us, lifting her skirt and offering me a
very generous view of her long legs. We laughed
together as she tried to control the billowing dress.
'Imagine your father seeing us!' she giggled.
The rain soon followed the wind.
There was nowhere to hide from it. Within moments, we
were soaked. My blazer hung heavily on my shoulders, my
hair plastered to my forehead. I looked over at my
mother. It was then that I realized we'd forgotten her
coat at the restaurant. She was wet through and
through. Her hair was still done up but her mascara was
running in dark streaks down her face.
I glanced down at her dress. It was stuck to her skin.
More to the point was what became visible through the
soaked fabric. Everything. I could see the colour of
her skin. I could see her brassiere. I could see her
dark nipples, erect again from the cold rain. I saw her
girdle that white sheath wrapped around her hips. I saw
the garters holding up her stockings. I could even see
the dark bands of her stocking tops. The dress hung
limp, dripping, clinging to every curve of her body.
"Gosh Hon, look at me!" she cried. "I'm soaked! People
can see everything!" She tried to shield herself with
her arms. She managed to hide her breasts but her
girdle was still in plain view, as were her stockings.
Then it dawned on her. "Hon!" she whispered, "I'm not
wearing any panties! Oh god, they can see!" I looked
down. Sure enough, there was a dark patch between her
legs, fully visible. She turned her back to me. Yup.
There was her bare bottom, perfectly outlined by the
wet fabric. Quickly I took off my jacket and wrapped it
around her shoulders.
We stared at each other in silence, unsure of what to
do next. She started to laugh. I looked up at her. She
was quite the vision: streaks of mascara on her cheeks,
hair plastered wet, my soaked blazer hanging heavily
around her shoulders. Her bra was still in plain view
between the lapels of my jacket; she might as well have
not been wearing her dress for all I could see of her
legs and stockings. She was beautiful. I started to
laugh too. What else could we do? We started walking
toward home again, arm in arm.
We managed several more blocks and then she stopped. We
were standing at the end of a long, dark driveway
bordered by a series of trees. She grabbed my tie and
pulled me into the darkness of the lane. She took my
jacket off and handed it back to me. "Here, put this
on. I'm so hot right now, I certainly don't need it."
Her voice had that familiar low, husky quality. She
began to undo the buttons of her dress. In a moment it
was hanging open.
I felt I was in a dream. My mother was standing in
front of me in the dim light of the streetlights, her
breasts pushing out from her open dress. Her girdle
pressed her waist and hips into tight smooth curves.
Her stockings and heels made her legs into graceful
curves a mile long. I looked down to that dark triangle
between her thighs. Her vagina formed a swollen mound,
split by a deep, moist crease. "Come here, Hon."
She turned her back to me and lifted her dress up high
over her waist. Gathering it together in one hand, she
leaned against a tree and raised her hips to me,
spreading her legs. She looked back over her shoulder.
"Fuck me," was all she said, then turned her head away
and waited.
She certainly didn't need to ask me twice. I was so
ready for this. I'd been ready for hours. I quickly
stepped up behind her, undid my pants and pulled out my
rock-hard erection. I pressed my hips against her bare
ass. She reached down between her legs and guided my
cock up past those swollen lips until I was fully
inside her. She moaned loudly as she felt me slide my
entire length up into her waiting tunnel. "Oh god,
yes," she groaned. "I'll never get over the feel of my
son's cock inside me."
She took hold of the tree with both hands and braced
herself against my thrusts. She spread her feet widely
and arched her back to offer herself fully to me. Her
loose dress draped across her waist. I gripped her
hips, her girdle a tight smooth band wrapped around
her. I looked down and watched my cock slide into her
again and again. I watched as her legs trembled and
shimmered in their silky coverings. She let out a
quiet, low "Unh" each time my hips slapped against her,
each time I pressed my cock up inside her.
We were out in the open, a block away from our home. I
was still a little light-headed from the wine. My
mother was bent over, hanging onto a tree while I
fucked her furiously from behind. Her dress hung open,
her breasts swinging in the flimsy bra, in time with
the urgent movements of our two bodies.
I ran my hands up the glossy silk covering her thighs,
up her bare hips to the satin fabric of her girdle,
then further up under her dress and took hold of her
breasts, squeezing them tightly. I nudged the heavy
flesh up and out of the bra, then massaged and squeezed
her breasts as they hung down in my hands.
Then I came.
I pumped load after load of cum into my mother,
slamming my cock up into her as deeply as I could go,
feeling the throbbing, pulsing orgasm spread across my
belly and down my legs. She felt it too. "Oh god, yes.
Keep going Hon. come inside Mummy. Fill me up. Yes, oh
yes! I love the feel of you coming inside me! Oh god
yes, keeping fucking me. Fuck me Sweetheart!"
She twisted her hips, milking me of every drop. She
kept thrusting her hips back at me, harder and harder.
I sensed that she was going to come too. I took hold of
her erect nipples and pinched, tugging at her breasts,
stretching them taut. She squealed with pleasure and
pain, and then released her own raging orgasm. I felt
the trembling waves wash over her, heard her gasp with
each successive convulsion.
She thrust her hips down onto my cock, tightening the
burning sheath of her vagina around me. Her legs were
shaking. She was whimpering, almost crying as she drove
herself back onto my cock again and again. She moaned
loudly and then I heard her whisper to herself: "He's
inside me. Oh god, he's fucking me, fucking me, he's
actually inside me, my baby is fucking me..."
We stood there, locked together in that ultimate
embrace for what seemed an hour. I kept twisting and
thrusting into her. She continued to accept me,
tightening her vagina around me, offering her to me. My
hands roamed over her body, always coming back to take
hold of those full breasts that hung down, swaying
gently.
Eventually I withdrew from her. She whimpered as she
felt me pull out. Sighing heavily, she straightened up
and brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. She
gathered her dress around her then stepped close to me
and planted a firm, luscious kiss on my mouth. Looking
up into my eyes, she said, "This has been the best
night of my life...."
"And mine too."
MY DEAREST, SEXY AND NASTY MOM, CUM HERE AND SUCK ME,
SWALLOW MY CUM MOM, OOUU MOMMY, YOUR SO NASTY AND
DELICIOUS!!!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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