Table of Contents

BREEDING MY TEASING MOTHER

BREEDING MY CURIOUS MOTHER

BREEDING MY FICKLE MOTHER

BREEDING MY FRISKY MOTHER

BREEDING MY NEEDY MOTHER

BREEDING MY HORNY MOTHER

BREEDING MOM AT THE NUDE BEACH

BREEDING MOM AT A SEX PARTY

BECOMING MY MOTHER’S NEW LOVER

BREEDING MOM ON OUR WAY HOME

MOM’S NEW BREEDING FETISH

BREEDING MOM IN OUR BACKYARD

BREEDING MOM AFTER WORK

HELPING MOM BECOME A PORNSTAR

ACQUIRED TASTES

BROKEN TRADITION

DIRTY PROMOTION

STOLEN TOUCHES

About the Author

Stars peppered the night sky, as we stepped out. I was like a dog to my mother’s walk, my feet moving from the wooden patio flooring to the soft green of the back lawn.

“Make sure It’s warm for me, honey.” Mom said, her body draped in her satin robe. “I just need to go get something, and I’ll come right back down.”

“Sure.”

Our nightly habit consisted of late soaks in my father’s hot tub. After the divorce it became something for us to share. A way to take something that was his, and make it firmly ours without question.

Each night I’d receive the same text from my mother. A simple smile emoji, followed by a question mark, then a knock on my door. I couldn’t deny I loved it, but what son wouldn’t when their mother looked like mine?

She was a stark brunette, with deep, smoky black eyes. She looked more like a painting, her face dotted with light freckles along her cute button nose, her cheeks prominent and sharp, fighting for attention from her hour-glass frame, as a tight waist met broad hips, as the shapeliness of her ass rounded into a deep swell.

I pulled my robe off my shoulders, and climbed onto the hot-tubs side. For a brief moment, I could hear my father’s voice, a distant memory, chastising me for the way I got in, treating his tub the way he should have treated his wife.

Use the platform or you’ll damage the wood.

I chuckled at the thought.

This was mine.

Mom was mine...

I stretched my right foot into the water, and felt its heat stretch up my leg. I submerged myself fully, letting the water rise to my chest, hugging me like a wet blanket, as the chill of the night’s air met its warmth. I sat back and took a deep sigh. I waited for my mother’s arrival, the eagerness in my stomach only matched by the hardness of my erection.

“How is it!” Mom called from the glass door that separated the patio from the living room. She stepped onto the grass like a model in waiting, a pale image under the night sky, the moonlight bright against her skin, caressing the soft satin along her ample bust, her cleavage growing deeper with each step closer she took.

She disrobed in a similar fashion she had all summer. She rolled the silk off her back, letting her chest draw forward beneath a tiny slither of white fabric that barely covered her nipples. Her outfits had grown more revealing over time. She had gone from swimsuits, to bikinis, to whatever you could call her outfits now.

A part of me wanted to see her fully. To have my mother come to me naked, her body mine, her form mine, her figure wet and ready to be explored. This was enough though. For now, it had to be.

“It’s getting warmer...”

The blue light of the tub spread out from the bottom of the water. She moved through the darkness toward its subtle glow. The light pushed a blue hue across her form, as she slipped in, lowering herself from the platform beside me, as her breasts floated heavy against the water.

“Finally...” She sighed, wrestling her dark locs into a messy bun.” She splashed water at me, then smiled. “Eyes up here mister.”

“What? I wasn’t-”

“Sure...” She chuckled, then placed her fingers along her top. She tried to stretch the fabric over her breasts. “Is it too much?”

“Might be too little.”

She splashed me again, her chest jiggling with the smallest exertion. “That’s not funny.” She struggled to hide her smile; a sweet blush followed by deep dimpled cheeks. “Is it really that bad?”

She looked down and we both soaked in her image. The roundness of her breasts sat like two perfect globes, her complexion a soft milk, her top a light bit of string that nearly popped around her chest. She looked more like a pornstar, than a mother. More like a woman on the prowl, bursting with erotic guilt, ready to draw in the eyes of any men she could find.

“Depends who you ask?” The weight of my lust was undeniable. It was desperate, rolling through me in a strange heat, stretching my cock to a full mass at just the slightest look of the woman who raised me. I shifted my hips, and lowered deeper into the water. I struggled to keep her form off my mind, my fantasies daring to get the better of me.

“Swap with me.” Her eyes lingered over my shoulder, and up to a window behind me.

A knowing instinct told me what it was. “Him again?” I said, an ounce of distain in my tone. I turned back and saw our neighbour’s bedroom light on. Mr.P. The pervert. The neighbour who always had a reason to be looking out of his window at this time, observing my mother from the comfort of his home.

Each night, there was a 50/50 chance his light would suddenly turn on. We started making bets around it, wondering how long it’d take for him to peer his bald head from the window, and get a good look at my teasing mother.

“Come on, honey. Swap.” Mom stood, the water cascading off her form.

A sudden jolt of embarrassment rose through my stomach, and I realised I couldn’t.

Not now I thought.

Not when my cock stood firm in my shorts with nowhere to hide. Not when my mother was wearing her skimpiest outfit yet. “Don’t worry. He’ll go to sleep.” I lied, knowing the lengths he’d go to see my mother’s body.

“Seriously... Come on.” Mom splashed me again, sending water across my face.

I decided to give in, and stood up. I mirrored her image, planting my hands over my crotch, as my shorts betrayed me in a record pace.

The weight of her stare was like a boulder against my chest. She saw it, hard against the wet fabric, the outline undeniable to the naked eye. She smirked, then caught herself, then blushed, then gasped. She tried to play it cool, swapping seats with me without a word, struggling to hide to clear recognition I’d seen with my own eyes.

We both sat down in an awkward silence. I looked up to avoid her gaze, the tension thick around me, my embarrassment an all-consuming dread, emphasised by the sound of the water bubbling around us, as my eyes fixed on Mr.P’s room.

The minutes felt like hours in my mind. Those minutes felt like my world was ending, like I’d ruined our summer tradition so easily, and in the dumbest possible way.

I took a deep breath, and not a single word left my lips. I tried again, and still, nothing. Just the flustered gasp of a son exposed, revealed to be a pervert like Mr.P, hard for the woman who raised him.

I took a glanced at her, then reverted my eyes. I saw trying to hide her smile.  “What’s so funny?”

She broke the tension with a soft giggle, her chest jiggling slightly with each breath, before she splashed me for the fourth time. “Look at you.” Her voice took a conniving tone. “All worked up over nothing.” She suffocated her nerves with a bright smile, then parting her hair against her right shoulder. “It’s good to know I can still affect men that way.” She raised her arms against the back of the tub. “Seriously, honey. Don’t worry about it.”

I feigned composure and mimicked her stance. “Who said I was worried? I just thought you’d be embarrassed wearing that in front of Mr.P.”

“Sure, you did honey.” She laughed again, this time with a knowing spite. “It’s okay to admit your mother looks good.”

“Well you don’t. I was-” I struggled to come up with a lie. “I was thinking about someone else.”

“Right...” She nodded sarcastically. “Right...” She folded her arms, pushing her soft tits up further, the suppleness of her breasts like a pillow I could dive in. “And this mystery woman, what did she look like?”

I shook my head. “Stop being silly.”

“No come on sweetie, I’m curious.”

“Well you shouldn’t be. It’s inappropriate.”

She chuckled again. “Like my son showing his big cock to his mother isn’t?” She startled as though the words had come from someone else. A deep rosy blush took her cheeks. “Too far?”

“Too far.”

The background shifted, and caught my eye. “Looks like the pervs gone to sleep.” I said, hoping it’d changed the conversation.

“Finally.” Mom stretched, then sighed, then rested her foot against mine at the bottom of the tub. “Now I’m just left with one.” She laughed again, catching the frustration in my eyes as she did, the taboo guilt inside me ripe for exploitation. Her smile widened even more. “Honey. It’s a joke. I’m joking.” She turned to check the window, her bikini giving me ample view of her breasts.

“Well stop...”

Mom saw my frustration as an opportunity to tease. She stood, showing off her body once more, letting me see her curved frame, as she waded through the water towards me. “I forgot you’re so sensitive.” She smiled, then chuckled, then laughed. She planted her round ass firmly at my side, the thickness of her thighs brushing into mine.

“I’m not. You just, sometimes you need to know where the line is.”

“Oh really.” Mom sat back, with a look of mocking glee. “And where’s that line exactly?”

“Talking about my, you know? Wearing...” I gestured towards her bikini, and the plain cleavage of her breasts.

“I thought you said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It isn’t... But.”

Mom raised her brow.

“It’s just- You look good, and it’s hard to look anywhere else.” I kept my gaze focused on the water, too scared too see my mother’s reaction.

“You think so?” I could hear the smile in her voice, the blatant recognition, the motherly curiosity slipping off her tongue.

If there was any world I could be in, it wouldn’t be this. I felt nauseous, sick, frustrated. I felt a deep desire in my stomach to tell her how I feel, to let my mother know she was the woman of my dreams, to tell her how much my focus had shifted to her supple bust against my arm, to the feeling of her thigh against me, fuelling a dangerous urge no son should have.

“You know...” She moved even closer, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, until we sat pressed into each other’s form. “Me and your aunt used to wear stuff like this all the time.”  Her voice singed against my ear.

I finally turned to look her in the eyes. “Really?” The glow of the lights spread across her face in a boldening warmth, lighting her like a villain in a movie, like a vixen ready to take her prey, to swallow him whole, to wrap him around her finger.

“Sometimes we wouldn’t wear anything at all.” Her words stiffened my cock to a hard log. “We’d just come out completely naked and tease our neighbours in the pool.” She pushed even deeper into my form, her voice now a whisper in my mind. “Men like to be teased.”

A warm heat flooded into my mind, as I startled. My mind filled with the image of them both, their bodies wet and lewd, their forms a welcome distraction.

“Mom, you’re not funny...”

“What? don’t you believe me?”

My will struggled to reconcile the woman beside me. This was my mother. The woman who was sweet, and loving, and a terrible prankster, not knowing when to toe the line, before things got out of hand. I wanted to see where this would take us, to know if I was just being silly, anticipating more than she was willing to offer.

I shook my head, smiling, knowing she was telling the truth. “Prove it.”

She flashed back a smile and leaned against my shoulder. “Fine.” She stood up, her form towering over me, as wet droplets clung to her stomach, and thighs, and legs, as her two round mounds blocked our gaze, as her sex sat level with my eyes, the slight pink of her lips showing through the wet fabric.

My mind raced.

My heartbeat quickened.

My entire body went heavy as a rock.

I couldn’t understand how quickly things had changed, how a summer of innocent fun led to a moment like this.

The softness of her complexion led me along her form. She stood like a pale goddess, her form milky and smooth, and addictive, and erotic, a beautiful specimen I just wanted to touch, to study, to taste.

“We would stand like this,” Mom moved into the centre of the tub, her eyes practiced on mine. “Then,” She held herself still, as though she wanted to tease me more. She turned around, giving me a view of her slender back, it’s toned frame, the round swell of her ass. “Then we’d lose our tops.”

The soft bit of string sat ready to be pulled. She lowered till it sat level with my head. “All it took was a simple pull.”

I did as my mother wanted. I raised my hands up her lower back, feeling the winding road of her spine take me to places I’d never been.

“Soo...” Mom said, as my hand rested against her bikini top, my digits firmly placed against the two knot that held her breasts in place.

I complied and pulled her chest free, my mind focused on Mr.P’s window, scared anyone would see how perverted we were being.

The fabric fell from her chest as though weightless. It floated along the water, the bubbles rocking it back and forth, as my mother’s hand took its place. “See.” Mom turned, as the soft fat of her chest threatened to pool over her arm. “Your mother’s still got it, huh?” She stuck out her tongue and moved to sit.

I stopped her. “I thought you took it all off?”

Her face twisted into a devilish grin. “So we’re playing that game, are we?” She turned to me, and presented her ass. The soft swell of her body like a treat to my eyes, tight and firm, and sculpted, a well-rounded physique topped with a light swell to make her ass jiggle as she moved. “Do it for me.” She looked over her shoulder. “If you want to see it so bad.”

“What?” My heart skipped. “Me? You were the one bragging about your-”

“Don’t play scared now, mister.”

I gave in to her taunting, and ran my hands up to her butt.

“Go on.” She teased some more. “It’s getting cold from up here.”

I wrapped my hands along her bottoms and pulled them down her form. I watched the middle escape from between her cheeks, the fabric revealing the soft pink of her cunt, perfect and wet, and tight. I pulled the bottoms lower, and lower, following the slenderness of her legs, letting my fingers graze her form, before she stepped out of them and turned to face me.

“See.” She said, her smooth mound now clear to my eyes, bare and tender, as though shaven just moments before.

She braced herself against my shoulder, and pulled her leg up onto the platform behind my head. “Is that what you wanted to see?” She let my head sit between her legs, the smell of chlorine mixing with the lust that radiated off her sex, that called me forward, that led me between my mother’s legs in a desperate need to taste her.

“Ohhhh.” She moaned, as my tastebuds sunk between her lips, parted her labia, drew her flavour along my tongue. “Honey, I didn’t-” Her voice called out in the night’s air, a warm bliss treating me, showing me exactly what was needed.

I lapped at her sex with a growing pressure. I rolled my tongue along her hard knub, feeling her shake and spasm and moan, as my hands trailed her thighs, and cupped around her ass.

“I didn’t know-” She braced her hand in my hair, and encouraged my feast. “I didn’t know this was how you- Uhhhh.” Her breath caught, as I clamped my lips closed around her clit. “Fuck.” Her grip tightened in my hair. “Fuck.”

This was the consequence of it all. Her teasing, her taunting, her showing off such an erotic body with no thought for the men around her. Of course Mr.P watched her, any man would. Any man would take such a beautiful creature, and love her, and hold her, and show her how much it would mean for even a slither of her attention.

“Honey! I’m- Fuck! I’m-” Her hips writhed along my face, as her orgasm heightened. “Don’t stop.” She ground herself against me, soaking me in her filth, letting her juices rub against my lips, then nose, then chin, back and forth in a dirty dance, as her moans guided her rhythm.

“It’s-”

I sunk my fingers into her thighs, and squeezed her body still. I ate and ate like a man dying of thirst, my mother’s cunt my oasis, her form the only thing tethering me to this world.

“Baby- I can’t. I can’t.”

I ate at her like a wild animal. I slobbered and slathered her cunt. I relished her sex, letting her throw herself against me, letting her hips thrust wildly along my lips, letting her pace grow harsher and harsher, and harsher, before watching her explode.

“Fuuuuuckk!” Her orgasm rocked through the night, and spread across the neighbourhood. It dirtied her form, turning her into a shaking treat, as tremors met convulsions, as her thighs gave in, as her voice trembled, loud and uncontrollable and relieved, the tension we had built finally released in the rough pants of my mother’s cry. “You’re sooo good!”

Her body broke from my touch, and crumbled into the water. Her sex rested on my thigh, sloppy and wet. “Kiss me.” She grabbed my chin. “Kiss me, now!”

Our lips met, and her aggression melted into my tongue. She danced with me like a lover in heat, soft and knowing, her rhythm a deep swirl in my mouth, pulling the taste of her orgasm directly from her son.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She spoke as though this was planned. As though I was aware of the woman that sat across the tub, as though I’d known the passion that roared inside her, her willingness to cross such a boundary.

“I-”

She stood up and waded back into the tub, letting me soak in the sight of her nude form. “It’s your turn.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Don’t be shy... Take it out.” Her eyes fixed to my cock beneath the water. “Practice what you preach honey. I taught you better than that.”

“Apparently not.”

She splashed me once more. “Watch it mister. Now up. Let me see what you’re so desperate to hide.”

I stood, and she took my seat. Her eyes were wide and ready, and excited, eagerly waiting for her son to present himself fully.

I wrestled my hands against my trunks. I grabbed at the two bits of string that held them tight along my waist, slowly pulling them apart, as my nerves swelled deep within me. I wanted to savour this moment. I wanted to engrain it in my mind, the warm glow against her breasts, the impatient look in her eyes, ready to wrestle me beneath the water.

“You do it.” I paused, snapping her out of the moment.

Her face scrunched, and a slight hesitation gripped her. “Me?”

“Practice what you preach.” I mimicked her tone.

A bright smile spread across her cheeks. She left her seat but kept herself level with my groin, moving forward like a shark in water, hungry, on the hunt, ready to launch at her prize. “I never knew you were so cheeky.” She ran her hands along my trunks.

“Learned from the best.”

The deep silence of the night came back in full effect. Our eyes met, a silent stare between lovers, both focused on what was about to occur. Mom took a deep breath, and moved her hands along me slowly. She stopped at my waistband, then curled, then pulled. She unveiled my cock with a maddening pace, slow, but steady and deliberate, her eyes following until my cock slipped from beneath the fabric.

“Oh my...”

It stood hard and pointed at her lips.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have teased you.”

A line of pre-cum slipped from its tip, gently showing off the pleasure she could bring, the way she could treat her son if she dared. She left my trunks hanging around my thighs, and gripped it with one hand.

I groaned, catching her attention for a brief moment, before she shifted back to its length.

“Does-” She jerked her hand slowly, mixing the pre-cum from my slit back along my head, the wetness of her hand turning it into a strange lubricant, as her soft touch coiled tighter around me. “Does that feel good?”

I nodded as the pleasure soared inside me. I shifted my hips forward even more, gently pressing my head to her mouth, watching as she let it rub against the softness of her pink lips.

There was no room for hiding and we both knew it. I wanted to fuck her mouth, to use her lips as she had mine. I pushed forward even further, and watched her take me into her mouth.

The softness of her kiss stretched over my head. She coddled me, inch after inch, each one escaping into her warm heat, the wetness of her tongue, the pleasure of her moans, as her breath sent jolts across my nerves.

“It’s soo biggsh.” She mumbled around me, her worlds slurring across my length. She closed her eyes and sealed her lips tight. She moved to a slutty tune, bobbing her head back and forth, her rhythm building in broken moans, before finding a pace she desired.

I moved her hand from my shaft, and joined in on her dance. I thrust my cock inside her, working her like a toy, as her cheeks filled at each push of my girth, as her saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, as her sounds turned dirty and taboo, the perfect the image of a mother face fucked by her son.

“Mmmhhmmn.” She moaned, as she moved to my assault, her fingers sinking into the soft fat of her breasts, her desire causing her to maul and grope at her tits, to molest herself in front of her son, blinded by pleasure she gave me.

“Cum.” She gasped. “Cum on me.”

I didn’t want to stop. I had so much more to give, yet her words worked me like a spell.

“Pleashh! Give it to-”

The pressure roared inside my core, and I pushed her off my shaft. I came with a violent force, the pressure wild and sporadic, sending out loving ropes on her pretty face, as her hand guided my decision.

She squeezed and pulled, and milked me out onto her skin. “That’s it!” She held my length, moving it from her chin to her lips, then her nose, each tug dragging out a helping of my seed, each one painting her in her son’s mess, until a firm lathering of me drenched across her smile.

“Thank you.” The cum bubbled around her lips. She scooped some of it into her mouth, then swallowed. “Oh.”

A knowing hunger still filled me. I wanted to fuck her, here and now. I wanted to pin her against the grass, to have the whole neighbourhood know exactly who she loved, who she needed, who could satisfy her to no end.

I grabbed her cum soaked hand and helped her to her feet. I saw the strands of my please across her face, the mess I made like a clear coating of cream.

“Looks like someone’s still has something to prove.”

I did.

Of course I did.

There was a summer’s worth of tension that needed to be released.

A years’ worth.

A lifetime.

“It’s okay.” Mom pressed her hand on my shoulder. “You do what you want to-”

I spun her around, and grabbed hold of her hips. I bent her over at the waist, feeling her wet cunt spread around my head, as I pushed in like a raging bull.

“Honey, easy baby, eas-”

My cock filled her to her limit in one smooth motion, craning her back up, and against me, her voice whaling into the night. “Fuuuck!” She cried out, as my hips slammed forward, and back and forward again. “Honey! I- I-” The sound of her voice met the force of my thrusts, mixing in the air with the sound of her ass clapping against me.

“Baby! Oh fuck honey, it’s-” Her words struggled against the lust on her tongue. “Fuck mommy! Fuck me please!”

I barrelled inside her like a mad fool. I threw away all care, watching as my force rippled along her back, as she curled her hips around me, as the sound we made echoed into heavens, loud and ungodly, and uncaring.

“Fuuuck!”

Her cunt pulsed and her toes curled in the water. Her head shook from side to side, panicked, aware, excited. “Oh fuck! I’ve never- It’s- It’s-” I pounded her through it, the pleasure leaving her tongue, her hand running between her legs, circling in wild motions, rubbing her swollen clit, before she pushed me out, and squirted around my shaft. “It’s too much!”

Her body squirmed, and spasmed. Her knees buckled, as she continued, unwilling to let a second of pleasure escape, unwilling to let this moment go, until her orgasm left her broken in my arms.

“Again.” She panted desperately. “Again please. That was- That was the best thing I’ve ever done.” She looked at me like I was a god. Her eyes were bloodshot red, as tears rolled down her cum stained cheeks. “Again, please. Don’t ever stop.” She loosened from my grip and moved on wobbly legs. She climbed onto the platform, her body weak, her ass up, showing her pink puffy slit.

Her eyes turned and noticed Mr.P in the window. “I don’t fucking care.” She growled. “Fuck me.”

I stepped forward and she snarled in anticipation. My mother had disappeared, replaced by a ravenous beast that crawled before me.  I pulled her feet back into the water, and bent her over once more.

“Take me.” She lay her chest against the wooden platform exactly how I wanted. She reached her hands behind her, spreading her cheeks wide, showing off the mess her son had made of her sex. “Just take me.”

I pushed my hips forward and glided into my mother. I slowed down my pace from before, taking my time to feel every ridge and curve, familiarising myself with the way her breaths moved around me, the way her cunt held me, the way it dared me to fertilise her precious womb.

“Honey? What are you-” Her voice left her in a whiny tune. “Please! Like before, fuck me please!” Her eyes showed me the image of a woman desperate, a woman who knew exactly what she needed.

I squeezed her ass, and let my fingers sink into the fat. I teased her slowly, at my own pace, showing her the dangers of her teasing nature, as her cunt ached for the fucking she deserved.

“Please.” She pouted like a spoiled brat. “Mommy will never tease you again. I swear.”

This was for all the men she’d ever played around with.

“Baby, come on. I just need it!”

For her old neighbour.

“I’ll do anything.”

For me.

“Just give it to-”

The brunt of my force sent a sharp gust from her lips.

“Fuck honey! That’s it! Use mommy’s pussy anyway you-”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her back arched. I barrelled myself into her again, this time feeling the bottom of her cunt, the way it sucked around me with each thrust, desperate to rub every inch along her nerves.

“Yess Honey! Yees!”

Pants met moans, and cries, and grunts. Our bodies moved in sync, rabid and lost, the high of our taboo bringing us closer than ever, the weight of our bodies slamming in a disgusting heat like two animals mating in the wild.

“Only you! Only you!”

I wanted her to feel me when she woke. I wanted her to relish the pleasure I gave her, to embrace the sluttiness of her body, to engrain the sound of our love, a dirty, unrelenting song, so taboo and pure, and unfiltered, so desperate and panicked it escape us in long unbroken howls. 

“Cum in me! Breed me! Put a-” Her voice knew no shame. “Put a baby in me please!” She braced behind her, struggling against my force, crying out my name in a harsh uncaring growl. “It’s all yours! All of me! All of me!”

I smacked her ass for telling me what I already knew.

“Fuck!”

No woman turned like this for anyone who didn’t own them. No woman would let a man be so rough, so reckless, so daring with her form.

I grabbed her arm and used it as a handle behind her back. I lifted her, balancing her form on the weight of my force, using her like something to be broken, like something to be used, like to something to be came inside of as her breasts swung to our rhythm, as her ass rippled to my thrusts, as her body crumbled, crippled by the weight of the pressure inside her.

“Please!” Every pump slammed directly into her core. “I need it! I need it! I-” Her body went limp, and her orgasm sparked around me, building me to my own, pulsing around my length, as she babbled, and moaned, and whaled.

My cock erupted inside her, sending my seed in relentless jets, flooding her womb in my love, the ropes as thick as before, the pride in me swelling to a maddening heat.

“That’s it! Just for you!” She ground her ass back and forth against my length. She painted herself entirely, drenching her warm cunt in my white sheen, letting it stains her walls, and her mind, and her heart, forever indebting to the son she loved to tease. “Thank you.”

I let go of her hand and we both collapsed onto the platform. We lay their gasping, her chest against the wood, mine against her back.

“I love you so so much.” Her voice went shaky, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Let’s do this forever, every night. Please.”

How could I refuse?

Why would I ever let go of my teasing mother?

They say women in their forties have a second coming of age. A time in their lives where they can re-find themselves, free of motherly obligations. My mother was an example of that change. A stark brunette, now free from taking care of me and my younger sister, ready for the world to see the woman she could be.

She’d always wanted to go to a rave, to be the type of girl you’d find with paint on their face, and sweat on their brow, dancing away the night in her own world. 

But I knew the truth.

She loved her body as much as everyone else, and now she finally had time to show it. She had an hour-glass figure matched with tear-drop breasts and a steamy black glare, her hair flowing over her shoulders, as each step emphasised the round softness of her ass.

“This is just how I pictured it!” She said, pumping her fist in the air, as her other hand struggled to keep her chest at bay. The music was loud and abrasive. The crowd even more so, bumping and screaming, and shouting, attendants looked more drugged up, than having fun.

“Re-” I pushed past a group of guys trying to close in around her. “Really?” I had never been into large crowds. They frustrated me, more than anything. “Seems more over-the-top than I’d thought.”

“That’s the whole point sweetie.” She looked over my shoulder at the men. Her lip twisted into a smirk, before she leaned into me. “Keep me safe from those guys, yeah?”

I nodded.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She kissed me on the cheek, then moved deeper into the crowd. She wore a dainty white crop-top that sat snug against her chest, the fabric tight and revealing, as each raise of her hands threatened to reveal her. “Woooh!” She bounced to the rhythm of the music, that deep techno shake that vibrated across the hall. “Come! Let’s get closer to the front.”

I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed her new journey. I followed her like a lost dog, pushing past sweaty elbows, and needlessly touchy women.

Near the front were a line of young women trapped in the DJs grasp. They moved to the music as though it was a ritual, their bodies throwing from side to side, their faces covered in dark cycling shades that matched the neon rings around their arms.

Mom moved to the shortest one out of the group, and gestured to one of her rings. The woman smiled, then hugged her, then shook a few rings from her arm, before handing them to my mother.

“Thank you.” Mom mouthed, the excitement on her face bright and pure.

“No worries.” The woman kissed her on the cheek, and sent a wide blush across my mother’s face. She grabbed her hand, then turned towards her friends. The women embraced her as though she was one of their own, dancing around her like a lost tribe celebrating one of their members.

I decided to keep my distance, and enjoy the moment. I closed my eyes, letting the rhythm sink into my skin, its harsh thump an attractive lure, guiding me from side to side, as the thought of my mother eased me of any tension.

For a brief moment I was back in my room, headphones in, the world gone around me. I became completely aware of my body, the warm feeling in my chest, the love I had for my mother spreading across me, until a warm heat in my groin.

“Don’t move.”

I opened my eyes to find Mom backing into me, the twirl of her hips waking my cock to a hard log. I turned from side to side, to see the men from before, the look on their faces showing disappointment at the image laid before them.

Mom pressed her back up against my chest. “Pretend you’re my boyfriend.” She took my hands, and trailed them along her waist. “Just until they go away.”

I followed her movements, and moved my hips with hers. I trailed my hand along her smooth stomach, touching her body like a lover, feeling the soft curves guide me to her hips. “Move slower.” I found myself caught in our roleplay, my hands reaching the swell of her waist, guiding her along my shaft in deep, relentless thrusts.

“Are they still looking!” She spoke with closed eyes, as she embraced the touch of my cock. “Check for me!”

I turned to find them locked onto my mother’s form. They stood there as though waiting for their turn, as though I was presenting a slut for them to try. “Follow my lead.”

“Honey, what are yo-”

I spun her around, and made her face me. I leaned into her embrace, forcing my lips against hers, feeling the resistance break, as she wrapped her arms around me and accepted her role.

The taste of her was sweet and intoxicating. It drenched me along her tongue, filling me with a soft pride at how far I’d go, the things I’d do to protect my mother.

The slender bridge of her back guided me along its route. I stopped at her ass, then groped her, feeling a warm gasp flood my mouth, as our kiss turned dirty, and unfocused.

We stood there like we were lovers, our bodies trapped, our hands roaming each other’s skin, as she ground her cunt against my thigh. “I think they’re gone.” Still, she didn’t stop, not even for a moment, not even when I lifted her skirt, and took a firm handful of her ass.

“Mom, I think they’re gone.”

She ignored me yet again, parting from my kiss, as her hands pressed against my neck. “God, you make me so horny.” Her words shocked me. It was as though she’d forgotten what this was. She panted, and moaned, and trailed her lips along my skin. She worked me like a vixen lost in heat, like an animal trapped in its instincts, wild and feral, and untamed, using the weight of her chest to spread her warmth against me.

I found myself lost in that void once more. I embraced it as I did before, letting the feel of my mother guide me deeper, letting minutes past one by one, as I savoured every second our tongues touched.

“Thank you.” Mom parted from my kiss, her eyes still closed, as her lipstick smudged against her lips. “I’ve always wanted someone to whisk me away at a party.”

“Your welcome.” I still wanted more. So much more I could barely control my urges. I wanted to take her right there, to show those guys just how much she was mine. “Was-” I searched the deep blackness of her stare, before I asked my question. “Was that real?”

Her gaze softened to one of motherly comfort. The type of look that told me just how much she cared. “It was real.” She pressed her hand against my cheek, and stroked her thumb slowly. “You make me feel so young.” She kissed me again, a small peck on the lips, the softness of her lips lingering against mine. “I just-” She gave me another. “I just want a man to make me feel young again.” She smirked, not realising how hard I was against her.

“That’s a lot to ask.” I chuckled.

She smirked, then batted her eyes. “I know.” She leaned in and kissed me one last time. “A woman can dream...”

We stood in stark contrast to the world around us. We were the image of a couple in a sombre dance, her head pressed against my shoulder, my hand stroking through her dark locs, as we swayed from side to side.

What kind of son was I for thinking the way I was? For feeling this unbridled urge to take my mother outside? For thinking I could be that man, that man that could love her and fuck her, and breed her?

“Come!” I yelled over the music, and grabbed her hand. I pulled her through the crowd, letting me urges guide.

The fresh air greeted me in a cold splash across my face. The music faded behind us, as a few people stood around, making out beneath the moon’s glow.

The setting was grungy, and unwelcoming, bits of litter sprinkled across the floor.

A dark corner called out to me from behind the venue’s backdoor. I followed it, leading my mother out of sight from the others, before pinning her against the brick wall, as my animalistic mind swelled with excitement.

“Are we-” Her lips crashed into mine, before she could finish her words. “Are we really doing this?”

The answer was plain on her tongue, her rhythm a manic dance calling me to take her.

“Just for tonight, okay?” She whimpered. “Let me see what it’s like to be a slut.” She bit my lip, then smirked, as I startled back. She dropped to her knees, squatting before me like a whore in the alley, her face barely visible in the night’s air.

She gasped.

“You okay?”

She didn’t respond, instead strangling my girth beneath the fabric, her hand delicate and curious, before she pulled my cock from its sheath. “This is so wrong.” Her voice carried the excitement of an anxious teen.

The tip of my cock swiped her lip, and a wave of pleasure consumed me. This was my mother. The woman I loved. The woman who took care of me, and loved me most in the world.

I braced my hips, and let those thoughts slip away. Tonight, she was my slut. My needy pet that wanted nothing more than a cock in her mouth.

“Give it to me.” Mom flattened her tongue, and opened her mouth wide. She positioned herself as my little hole to fuck, her fingers clinging against my waist, her mouth lined perfectly with my tip.

I shifted my hips forward with little care for the woman she was. I pushed into her warm hug, trailing it along my cock, wearing it like a sleeve, back and forth, and forth again, as her head followed my rhythm against the wall.

“Thank-“ She tried to speak against the weight of my force. “-You.” She struggled through wet lips, and rough pants, through her soaking wet mouth, as saliva bubbled against her chin, through the fervor she’d provoked within me, the deep stare that told me more, that told me to make a mess of her face in hard relentless thrusts, carrying her sound into a tortuous mix of slurps and gags, and moans.

“Yeeeeshhh.” She bobbed against my length, wrestling her tight seal across its skin. I could feel the weight of her tongue rolling with each one. Its low curls lathering me, coaxing me, pulling me deeper in her trance, as a cold breeze washed along my back. “Mmmhhmnn.”

She closed her eyes and fell into her rhythm. She let her mess flow from her lips, the wet trail pooling on the concrete floor, the sound of it a messy tune, dirty and ragged, spilling from her lips in loud abrasive pants that showed the slut she could be.

My arousal built, and built, and built. It worked me in waves, stretching from my cock to my groin, then my mind. I joined her pace, and fucked her mouth as though it was my toy. I pumped her head against the wall, watching the mess coat her chin, watching as the mess bubbled against her cheeks, and changed her image forever.

“Giiishh it.”

The sight of her drew my orgasm like a current through water. I pulled back, blasting her with my seed, drenching my loving mother in thick ropes of white that coated her completely.

She accepted it like any mother should, with love and understanding, with her face bare for me to paint, as my seed spread from her lips, to her chin, to her nose, as it left her sitting beneath me like a painted toy, basted in a thick coating of my love.

“Wooow.” Mom chuckled through squinted eyes, as a wild string pooled along her eyelid. “You were really backed up, huh?”

The truth was I wasn’t. I’d just cum the day before. “Yeah.” I lied. That pleasure was like nothing I’d experienced, the sight of her, the sluttiness of her, the way she sat there before me. It’d made me cum like nothing ever could.

Mom squeezed my cock as the rest of it pooled out onto her tongue, as she scooped the mess I’d made into her mouth, as she swallowed it all, before flashing me a proud smile. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”

*****

The silent purr of my car guided us along the suburban roads. There was an excitement that sat in the air. A silent one, ready and pulsing. There was no need for words between us. We both knew the truth. The sick twisted reality that the moment that door opened we’d pounce each other like animals, ready to mate with the other, ready to take this newfound freedom as far off the edge as we could.

Mom hummed, as I pulled in steady onto the driveway, her voice confirmation of the tension I could feel.

I turned off the ignition, hopped out, and was at the door within seconds. Mom followed my pace, her nervous laughter filling me with glee, her panicked strut like a teen sneaking back inside after a night with someone special.

“Uh- Uh- Uh.” I stopped then turned my back to the door. “You need a special password to get in.” I said playfully, my eyes drawn to her pert breasts filling her top.

She flashed me a knowing smile, then stepped closer to the door. “What if someone sees?” She said playfully, her tone a clear indication she was willing.

“Let them.” I pressed my hand against her chest, and cupped my finger beneath the fabric. I lifted her crop top slowly, watching as her breasts molded from my force, glaring as her eyes sparkled under the moonlight, a soft blush spreading through her cheeks.

“You wanted someone to carry you away right?” I said.

She nodded.

“Someone to control you?”

She nodded again, then lifted her arms in the air for anyone to see. She let me peel the top off her slowly, revealing her erotic form in all its glory, her two globes full and round, her nipples hard like diamonds, brushing against the fabric as I pulled it over her head.

I threw the top onto the lawn, turning it into a piece of evidence for our taboo crime.

“Your turn.” She looked at me as though she wanted to strip me, as though she wanted to pounce her only son right there on the lawn.

This was everything I could have ever wanted. She was starved for sex, desperate for my touch.

“Mmmhhnn.” She purred a sweet tune, as my hand worked her form, slowly caressing her shoulder, then breasts, then nipples. “They’ve- they’ve always been sensitive.”

I closed my index and thumb over her knub. I pinched it, listening to her wince, and hiss as she pushed through the sensation, watching as her mouth parted from the pleasure I could give.

“Harder.” She whispered.

There was a twisted pleasure in it, in seeing the woman I loved most whimper from my pleasure, in feeling her soft breasts jut against me, as each twist drew her closer and closer to my form.

“Okay- Okay.” She moaned.

I let go, and she stepped back onto her hells. In that moment I realised how much I hadn’t known. There was a side of her I could have never understood, parts that led to her pleasure, parts that only a lover could unlock, and train, and tease.

The first was her clear love of risky situations. I could see it in her eyes, the rough glances from side to side, the soft startles at any noise that filled the nighttime air, working her excitement in a warm glow across her cheeks.

She was scared. But that fear only made her sluttier.

I trailed the smooth length of her stomach, admiring the flat trail it gave me. “Take them off.” I said, as my hand reached her skirt.

Her eyes went wide. “Are we-” She could barely stop the smile that formed on her lips. “Are we doing this outside?”

“Not yet.” I chuckled. “I just want them off before I take you inside.”

She nodded, then shuffled around in a cute dance. She bent over at the waist, her ass facing me.

“Like this?” She peeled her skirt down her round ass, and supple thighs, letting her pink slit glare at me between her legs. She stepped out of it, right foot then left. She threw it onto the lawn, piling up even more evidence for our neighbours to find.

“There.” She spun around with a young excitement. “Now I’m exactl-“

The sight of my mother drew me like a moth to flame. I was flooded by images of her in the same position, clothed, happy to be home. I lunged at her, pulling her soft lips into my kiss, rubbing my hands along her back, then ass, then cunt, spreading and pulling the woman the soft fat of the woman that raised me.

I imagined how insane we must of looked, a young man meshing with a nude mother. Our minds melded by pants, and groans, and grunts. 

I imagined our neighbour Cheryl taking a nightly stroll. I imagined her seeing my mother, the woman she knew as kind and respectable, the woman who let her into her house for wine and gossip, wrapped around her own son.

I pulled back, and pinched my mother’s cheeks. I snaked out my tongue, and danced it around her, feeling her warm pants cool the air, relishing the moment with pride.

“Fuck me.” She ground her warm cunt along my pants. “Please.” She humped me like she needed it, like the world was at stake if she couldn’t have it, like the only thing more important was her son’s cock inside her.

“Please. I’ll do anything! Just- just-“

I shifted her hips, and ran my hands between her legs. I felt the wetness of her trail my palm, the thickness of it a clear sign of her arousal, soaking deep into the skin, as my digits found her entrance.

“Yes...” She hummed a sweet song, as I penetrated her cunt. “Yeees.” Her words left her in a slow whisper, followed by a deep crane of her form against me.

I curled my fingers, and dragged them across her nerves. I felt her pussy tighten, then hold, then squeeze me, desperate to savour every moment of my touch.

“You don’t know how good you make me feel.” The sound of her cunt filled the air in a dirty gushing tune, her song so loud and abrasive, the wetness of it pooling along my palm in deep thrusts of her hips.

“Honey I’m- I’m going to be too loud.”

I didn’t care, and neither did she. I worked my fingers deeper and faster, and stronger. I flooded my palm in the essence of my mother, letting it spill onto the clothes she’d left on the floor, dirtying it in the final treat for anyone to find.

“Fuuuck!” She cried out, as her knees buckled on the cement, as her voice turned twisted and unruly, as a deep howl stretched from her lips, dangling in the air with nothing but lust on her tongue. “Please! It’s- it’s too- fuck! Honey, mommy’s still-”

Her head thrashed from side to side. Her muscles went taut and useless, and her body limp from my force. She wrapped her arms around me, and desperately gripped against my shirt. She babbled and whimpered sweet nonsense, her voice thick and rabid, her cunt gushing in thankful squirts, as her form crumbled onto the floor.

She was mine now.

This confirmed it.

She was mine.

*****

My mother’s room was a mess of clothes, and perfumes, each scattered across the bed, as the dim lamp sat on her counter. We barrelled through like a raging storm, our bodies crashing through the door.

“Take it off!” She moaned against my lips. “Quick. I’m so fucking-“

I spun her around, and threw her onto her bed. She giggled like a woman taken by her crush, her cheeks a bright red glow that signalled her approval.

I worked against the soft cotton of my shirt, then threw it over my head.

“That’s it.” Mom watched as my pants went next. “Come to mommy...” She chuckled again, then leaned up on her elbows. She spread her legs wide, her form the image of a vixen, mature and plump and toned, her eyes like a magic charm, as my cock pointed towards her face.

I knelt onto the bed, and she moved back playfully. She laughed as though she knew the power she had, the desire she built in her son, the love she’d brought, forcing me to follow her like a lost dog up the bed.

“You have to catch me first.” We moved in a sensual dance, our distance only a play, our bodies just close enough I could grab her when I pleased.

“I want you to do whatever you want with me.” She shuffled back some more. “I want you to fuck me, sweety. To really fuck me!” She pressed up against the headboard, her eyes wide as she had nowhere to run.

I grabbed her legs, and pulled her flat onto her back. “I didn’t know you were so dirty.” I pinned her legs up against my shoulder, feeling her slippery cunt glide against my shaft.

“I’m a lot of things.” She shifted her hips “But-” A soft moan escaped her lips as my tip entered her warmth. “I’m a mother first...”

I let my full weight glide inside her, feeling the warm heat of my mother’s cunt stretch across my length.

A rolling heat shot through me, as her moans picked up against my skin, as the image of us singed into my mind, a mother locked beneath her son, a son lodged into his mother.

“Finally...” She curled her hips up and spread my cock along her walls. She embraced me with a gentle pride, slowly rolling my cock inside her, as each thrust went deeper than the last. “You have no idea ho-”

I leaned down, and silenced her words. I tasted the lust on her tongue, its flavour wet and vibrant, its taste calling my hips forward in a steady rhythm, dragging each nerve through her soft, pink hole.

“Yees baby!” Her voice slurred with each stretch into her cunt. A rough warmth rose from her throat, forcing itself deep into my mouth. “Just-” Her lust was so thick and intoxicating, her gasps like fire in the air. “More!” She bounced against the spring of the bed. She pulled her wet sex in a rhythmic pulse, sending her force back in an equal amount, forcing her curvy form to writhe beneath me.

She coiled herself around my shoulders, then grabbed desperately on my shoulders. She tried to shove me, and pull me and squeeze me. She tried to work her hands at my back, hoping her dainty palms added to my force.

“Faster, honey, faster.”

How could any son resist a mother like this? One so dirty, and nasty, and kind. One so curious, she’d fuck her son raw on her bed, loud and emboldened by each thrust in her slutty cunt.

My pace quickened at the sight of her. The way pleasure stole her face, the way it rolled her eyes, and curled her lips, the way it sent her even deeper against me, bathing my cock with a hot splash on my groin.

Her lips quivered and her eyes fluttered hysterically. She lost all control of her form, her voice turning to a babbling song, as each thrust sent her symphony higher and higher, as each pump made her cry out her lust, scorching the air with the proud tune.

“Nobody can do it like you! Nobody!”

I felt a strange urge to punish her for how good she made me feel. For being a bad mother, for leading us both down a path we couldn’t resist.

“Yeees.”

I curled my hips like a dancer, sending me even harder still, letting this pleasure consume me completely as our pants muffled my mind.

“Baby-” She braced her hand on the sheet, before throwing her sex against me, once, then twice, then a third, her body barely able to keep her pace, as our dance turned rough and manic.

There was only us, lost in the sounds of our grunts, taken by the feel of her breasts against me, the soft fat gliding across my chest, coating me in the sweat of my mother’s form, pinning me to her embrace as I pumped deeper and deeper through the warm heat of her sex.

“Honey, I’m- you’re-”

I wrapped my arms around her, and picked up my pace. I fucked her like I was possessed, plunging my cock into her cunt, feeling her legs crumble to my force as each wild buck, crashed her down beneath me.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”  

This was all her fault, and I wanted her to know. I wanted her to feel it harsh and direct, to understand just how much love her son could give.

“Fuuuuck!”

She deserved it.

“Baby! Baby I-”

She was the woman of my dreams...

I clenched my legs forward, and rolled my cock inside her. I pumped against her deepest region, feeling the pressure swell, as my tip grazed her spot over, and over again.

“Fuck...” She squeezed the sheets for dear life. She prayed her orgasm wouldn’t break her. “I’m cumming!” All at once, she was a mess of moans and groans, and cries. In an instant, she was the picture of a woman broken, her body shaking and thrashing, her toes curling in the sheets, as each thrust pumped recklessly at her core.

It took violently, and sporadically. It twisted her back, and shifted me inside her.  It turned her face into a harsh grimace, her eyes struggling to catch my gaze, her pussy gushing in light trickles, sullying the bed, before her head curled back, and her cunt pushed me out.

“Yeeeees!”  She squealed like a tortured slut, finally releasing the woman she’d become. She inhaled a deep gust of air, and fell flat onto the bed, her hair draped over her face, wet from the slick sheen of sweat that coated her.

There was no way I could stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

I flipped her over, and watched her get on all fours, her instincts telling her to please her son, to shift her hips back into me, until her cunt rubbed gently against my shaft.

“You-” She cleared her throat, and turned to me. A lust fuelled haze had her gaze bright red, her eyes like that of a predator in the night. “You know what to do.” She rested her head against the sheet, and placed one hand between her legs. She circled her fingers across her labia, letting me see her soft lips mold beneath her digits, letting me hear the dirty squelch of her lust bright along her sex.

For a brief moment, I knealt there gawking at her, watching her, scanning her. I couldn’t believe this was my mother, a dirty vixen ready for release, the woman who raised me presenting herself like an animal in heat.

I squeezed tight around her waist, and curled myself inside her. I moved the full weight of my inches through her tight walls, feeling the wet warmth guide me, letting it take over my senses as their nerves massaged my length.

This was heaven.

Nothing could compare.

“That’s it sweetie,” Her voice spat venom into the sheets. “Take it! Fuck me like you did before!” She sighed a deep relief, then wormed her cunt against me. She trailed every inch in a slow dance of her hips, coaxing me deeper inside her, flooding me with a taboo urge that trailed beneath my groin.

I let that urge move my hips forward. I let it build into a pace of its own, guiding her soft ass into my groin again, and again and again.

“Uhhhh...” She shuddered on each thrust, the sensation rolling up her form, as our bodies clapped with a reckless glee.

There was nothing that could stop me now. I took her hard, and rough, and unforgiving, gliding my entire length though her wet tunnel, as my aggression built inside me. I wanted her to remember this moment, to have the pleasure back into her mind, to picture it anytime she saw me, her cunt dripping at the thought of doing it again.

“Baby- I-” She struggled to speak, as my her head drooped against the sheets. “Never leave!” Her body crumbled under my weight, the sound electric and dirty, the feel of her ass a soft cushion smacking in the air, clapping my lust against her form, before curling itself against me.

“Fuuuck!” She cried out in an ecstatic plea, her breaths shallow as her body moved, her hips wild and reckless, trailing her cunt in long convulsions across my shaft. “Kiss me.” Her orgasm curled her up and into my arms.  “Please baby, kiss me!” She pressed her back against my chest, desperate for the taste of her son.

I indulged her needs, and lathered her tastebuds with mine. I rolled my tongue in a broken dance, tightening my grip around her waist, as I pumped her gasps into my mouth.

“It’s all yours.”

I wanted to taste her, and hold her, and grope her. I wanted to taste her lust, bright and dirty, the culmination of a lifetime signing against my lips.

“Show me honey!” She opened her eyes as I fucked her, as her chest heaved against my force, as her head swayed back and forth, dangling against the pressure of each thrust. “Show me...” She sounded nothing like the woman I knew, her voice now whiny and needy, desperate to be fucked.

I wrapped my hand in her hair, and held her steady. I wanted to see it, her beautiful face smiling as her son took her, the image filling me with pride.

“Give it to me baby! Give it to me!” She panted and cried, and braced into the sheets. She threw her soft ass against me, daring to make me cum, daring to force my seed deep into her unprotected hole, as her cunt gushed around me.  “Show mommy what she gets! Make me your greedy sl-”

My cock erupted in a violent surge inside her. It sent me over the edge, letting the pleasure rush to my brain, as my cock pumped seed in my mother’s womb.

She growled and moaned, and accepted my love. “Yes honey! Yes!” She spoke like a woman gone mad, rolling her hips against me, staining her womb in her son’s seed, as it swam through her welcoming cunt, filling her until we collapsed into a messy pile on the sheets.

“Thank you.” Mom smiled, as we both gasped for air, our bodies drenched in sweat. She kissed me again, this time a soft peck. “I’m not done with you yet Mr.” She smiled a deep white, reminding me of the woman I once knew, the woman who’d been transformed into this insatiable beast before me. 

We went three more times, and cemented the reality we’d made.

It wasn’t until the sun came up, that we were fast asleep, dreaming about all the joy this experiment could bring.

My eyes squinted before the summer’s sun, as it stretched beneath the clouds. I couldn’t hide my excitement. It sat in me like a ticking clock, ready to go off at the first sight of my mother.

She was doing one of her shows again. A moment where she’d show me some change she’d made to her body. She stepped out into the garden, as her blue sundress hugged her with each step. It emphasised her hourglass figure beneath its light grip, the fabric doing little to hide the nipple piercing she’d already shown me.

“You’re home early.” I said, trying to keep my excitement from tenting in my shorts.

She smirked. “It was quicker than I expected.” She brushed her soft hazel locs from her shoulder to give me a better view of her round, supple bust. “I can show you later, if you’d like?”

My mother was an angel in a body made for sinners. She was soft and gentle, and seductive, a walking contradiction, as her toned waist contrasted her soft cheeks, as the curve of her hips swelled into her full, round butt that trapped the minds of any man that laid eyes on her.

“I’m free now, if you want to?” I replied.

I imagined each change excited her more than the last. My father was a conservative man, and he expected a conservative wife. But after he left, I couldn’t help but notice a fire that brewed in my mother. One that wanted to experiment, even in the smallest of ways.

She smirked. “Not out here.” Her eyes caught wind of my cock beneath my shorts. She lowered to my height, lining her supple bust with my view, before grabbing my hand. “Come inside.”

I nodded, then stood up.

“Someone’s been working out.” She smiled; the excitement blatant in her voice.

I followed her into the house, as she led me to my surprise. I could see the excitement in her eyes, the faint glimmer of her crystal blue gaze, staring back at me with each turn of her head, further exciting me, as the sway of her hips led me through, and into the kitchen.

“Okay...” She took a deep breath. “You’re going to have to go low to see it.”

I furrowed my brow, but complied. I lowered slightly, lining my gaze with her stomach.

“Lower.” She snickered.

I felt a warm heat fill my groin. I complied again, getting to one knee, my eyes fixed on my mother’s crotch.

“Okay...” She took another deep breath, then placed her hands at her side. She gave me a knowing look, as though it was my turn to engage her.

I slowly lifted the fabric of her dress. I rolled it up her thick thighs, taking my time to tease the possibilities, using the moment to feel what I could of her smooth skin beneath my palms. I worked up, and up, until her smooth sex sat bare before me. I felt a deep heat warm my throat, the weight of it luring me closer to her glistening sex between her legs.

“What do you think?”

I knelt there confused, too shocked by the sight of my mother’s cunt. I didn’t know what I was meant to be seeing, the only surprise was how calm she was being.

“Men...” She scoffed. “I got a wax honey, look.” She tilted her hips slightly to show the smoothness of her skin.

Her words blurred before my true focus. Her pussy sat wet, and tight, and ready. I imagined her excitement had manifested like mine, a deep desire that surged in her sex, daring to be released.

“Honey?”

Her voice snapped me out of my trance. I looked up, eyes wrapped in a foggy haze, my mind ready to lock back onto the spot I wanted most.

“Do you like it?”

I gulped down my frustration. “Yeah. Yeah. Uh- It looks great.” A smile crept across her face, forming dimples in her cheeks. “How much was it?” I continued.

She blushed, then giggled. “Expensive.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Here, see how good it is.” She took my hand, and placed it along her mound, swiping my fingers left, and right, as her clit throbbed desperately for my praise.

I wondered if she knew the game she was playing. I followed along with her guidance, struggling to keep my fingers high, to not graze the warm knub that sat before me. “Wow Uh- It feels great.”

“I was thinking...” She paused to consider her words. “What if I got a piercing here too?” There was an earnestness in her voice. I could tell my opinion mattered most.

“Where? Here?” My eyes sat locked on her clit. The knub was swollen and throbbing, ready to be pleasured at a moment’s notice. I spread my fingers to get a closer look.

“It-” Another whimper escaped her lips, as I parted her labia. “It’ll go right there.” She pressed her fingers between her legs, and tried to guide my sight. Her index finger sat in the way, and I grabbed it moving it along her clit slowly to guide me.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips. I removed my hand, watching as she worked her sex like a metronome, as she continued the rhythm I’d set, as she leaned back against the counter, and teased her sex, one rub at a time.

“It’s- it’s right there, honey.”

I was an animal stalking its prey, careful to not alert her to the things she was doing. I watched her moan, and gasp, and whimper. I watched her pace grow to a dramatic conclusion, ramping up in speed, as her hand blurred against her sex.

“It’s a really sensitive spot already but- But I think- Uh- Ohhh...” Light spasms rolled up her form, as her face grimaced. She was still trapped in her imagination, lost in the idea I was helping, lost in the pleasure she was feeling.

“It’s-” Her body curled forward, and her hair flooded my face. She hissed and shivered, and moaned above me, her body cumming in a desperate heat.  “Yeeees! Fuuuck!” Her voice turned to a harsh growl. She blew large gusts of air out against me, as her orgasm peaked. “Fuck...” She grunted.

I sat there and indulged in my senses. The sound of her pants as she calmed down, the weight of her palm against my shoulder, bracing from the pleasure she’d exhibited.

She straightened her form, and opened her eyes. She looked down at me, realising what she’d done, seeing the wet evidence plain against her digits, as her a stark horror stretched her expression.

I sat up, and lowered her dress down her legs. “Don’t worry. You said it was sensitive right? You were just taking care of it.”

She nodded. “Right. Right.”

I tried to act as though nothing had happened, as though my heart wasn’t racing in my chest. “When are you getting the piercing?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it, but-

“Tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Her eyes widened, as she struggled to contain her smile. “Tomorrow...”

*****

A thick tension flooded the air, as we both stood in my mother’s room. She looked at me, her face a deep red that stretched down to her neck. “I don’t think I’d be able to show it to anyone else.” She smirked, then gripped the hem of her dress. “Just getting it done, was pretty embarrassing.”

I furrowed my brow, then turned to the mirror behind her. I could see the faint glimpse of her ass, the curve of her hips teasing me in her reflection. “Why?”

“Well... A woman my age, getting a piercing on her-” The red in her cheeks deepened further. “It’s just- It screams mid-life crisis, you know?”

I laughed, then stopped when she caught my gaze. She was serious. More serious than I’d seen her in a while. “Do you actually believe that?”

She nodded.

I took her hands in mine. “Well, it’s not true.” I stepped forward, pressing my chest to hers, as our eyes locked. “Who said there’s an age limit on experimenting?”

She turned away.

“What?”

She chuckled. “When did you become so smooth?”