Mom's clit was as big as the end of a man's thumb. I knew because dad told me about it before he walked out on us.
He said she couldn't wear panties because they rubbed on it all the time and made her crazy. He said all you had to do was touch it and she went totally out of control, wanting to fuck. He thought there was something wrong with her and that's why he left.
And me, I was thinking, "So what?" I was sixteen years old, hornier than a two-peckered toad, and there was a really hot bitch standing right there washing dishes not six feet away. Have you ever watched a woman washing dishes? I mean really watched her? The way she stands a little spraddle-legged when she's working?
The way her ass shakes when she's scrubbing at some food dried on a plate? Well, I did. And it had given me a raging hard-on.
So there was mom, just across the room, quietly washing the breakfast dishes. Her cotton-blonde hair hung down in long, careless curls, her trim ass wagged a sultry invitation to me, and I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed a fuck, she needed a fuck, and dad was completely out of the picture.
What did I have to lose? I pushed myself up out of the kitchen chair and walked quietly up behind her. Not touching her, you know, just close. Then, without a word, I reached around and cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand through the loose folds of her skirt. Dad had been right.
The instant I touched her she dropped the dish she was washing I heard it break when it hit the sink and arched her back, pushing her pert ass back against me. Well, I didn't need any engraved invitation. I flipped her skirt up over her waist with my free hand, dug my swollen cock out of my jeans, and pushed it up into mom's steaming cunt in one long, smooth, greasy shove. All the way to the balls. She glanced back over her shoulder for a split second to see who it was and I saw her head droop forward toward the sink.
I heard a soft moan deep in her throat and just started fucking into her with those long, slow, steady strokes. There was no need to cute sexy year old acquires screwed hard hardcore massage. Her pussy was marvelous. Hot and wet and tight. Clenching at my cock. Milking it. She writhed against me, moving her pretty ass in little circles as I plowed into her, gasping every time I hit bottom.
I wanted it to last nacho vidal no limits part of complete part as long as it possibly could, and we had all the time in the world. I reached around her then, clutching her pendulous breasts in both hands, rolling the hard little nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and kept driving my turgid prick deep into the soggy mystery of her quim.
I must have fucked her like that for fifteen minutes or so, lost in a fantasy world of drooling cunt and warmth. I felt her shudder through an intense orgasm, heard her fighting to catch her breath, and felt that odd, boiling sensation start building up behind my balls. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting it to last, and knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
"Shoot in me, Jimmy," she gasped over her shoulder. "I want to feel you shoot in me." And I did. I pushed into her one last time, as deep as I could possibly get, clenched my teeth, and emptied myself in mom's creamy cunt. She groaned happily every time a spurt of my hot jizz burst against her cervix and just sort of wilted against the sink. "Oh, that's good!" she croaked. "That is sooo good!
God, how I love you." She pushed hard back against me, as if she were trying to get even more of my rod buried in her, and ground her cunt down on my throbbing cock. When she felt the flood of my incestuous cum gradually die away, she stood up and let my tortured cock slip out of her.
She turned then, tilted her head, and sort of squinted at me, as if she were trying to reconcile in her mind that she had just fucked her own son. And I knew with that one, curious look that my love affair with mom had only just started; that we would be fucking each other steady from then on. Day and night. Night and day. Whenever and wherever we felt like it. I think mom knew it, too. A crooked little smile wobbled the corners of her lips and she eased herself down to her knees.
I felt her lips push slowly down over the head of my flagging prick and, amazingly, I started to stiffen a warehouse a submissive girl and a by karcher in her mouth. She moaned again - a low, contented sound and started bobbing her head back and forth, sluicing my reddened cock in and out of her mouth with tantalizing slowness.
Her tongue was playing crazy games on me as she moved, swabbing smoothly across the underside of my shaft, stabbing at the little pee hole. I felt her hand come up, caressing my balls, and my eyes slid shut as if I were dreaming. I tangled my fingers in that long blonde hair of hers and started very slowly fucking her face. "Oh, man," I groaned, "that's incredible." She didn't respond. Just kept working those talented lips up and down the length of my cock. I could feel her hair brushing against my thighs every time she came forward, feel her lips dragging over the sensitive glans every time she backed off, and my legs started trembling uncontrollably.
I knew I was going to cum again, really soon, and somehow - mom must have felt it coming. She started moving her head faster, taking the shaft of my fat prick down into her throat, rolling her mouth around it, little mewling sounds coming from her chest, and I was losing my mind.
I bucked against her, holding her there so she couldn't escape, and felt the sudden surge of hot spunk rip up the length of my cock and burst into her mouth.
I looked down to see her cheeks puffing and hollowing and puffing again as I emptied myself into her, saw the little rivulets of gray-white juice burbling out the corners of her stretched mouth, running down the sides of her chin, and felt her working against me as she swallowed the heavy load. And she never quit. She drained me. Milking me with her lips until there was nothing more to drink. I watched her lift her hand, lick the heavy smears of cum from between her fingers, and swallow that, too.
It was unreal. She stood then, pulled me close against her, and kissed me full on the lips. My legs had turned to tack rags by then and I just sort of sagged against her. I felt a little funny tasting my own jizz smeared on her lips, but I really didn't care. She was that good. "Did you like that, Jimmy?" she whispered through the kiss.
"Oh, my God, mom," I rasped, "that was awesome! Can we do it again sometime?" "Of course we can," she purred. "Any time you like." She gave me a kind of knowing little smile then and led me away toward her bedroom.
Mom didn't close the door when we got to her room, but it didn't matter. Our nearest neighbor was a mile and a half away, through the woods, and they never came to visit. No one did. It was just me and mom and the few farm animals we had.
She turned when we were inside, pulled me into her arms, and kissed me full on the lips again. "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up, hon," she said softly. "You wash me and I'll wash you. All over." "And?" I ventured. "And we'll see where it takes us." A crooked little smile came to her lips and she met my eyes without flinching. "Have you ever seen a woman's body before?" "A couple of skinny-assed girls, but never a woman like you." "What do you mean, a woman like me?" I think it had been a long time since a man any man had said something nice to mom.
She didn't deserve the way she'd been treated. "You already know what I mean, mom. You've got a body that men would go to war over, then be sorry they ever left home." "Didn't seem like your dad was too sorry." Her tremulous smile warmed me clear through.
"Yeah?" I muttered. "Well, dad was a fourteen carat asshole and we both know it. I'd never leave you if you were my woman." She gazed at me quizzically for a long minute then, as if she were trying to make sense of my words.
"Do you want me to be your woman?" I snorted at her question. What a thing to ask. "You know I do, mom.
I've been in love with you forever." I saw the flush of embarrassed heat touch her cheeks as she turned away and started stripping out of her worn clothes. "Come on," she said over her shoulder.
"I've still got a sliver of that caraway-scented soap you gave me last Christmas." I couldn't keep my eyes off her slender waist, her purposeful hips, those long, straight legs, and felt myself getting hard again even though she'd just finished fucking and sucking my brains out only minutes ago.
How could dad walk away from someone as beautiful and sexy as that?
Was he just completely out of his fucking tree? I pushed my jeans off, kicked them across the room, sailed my tee shirt after them, and followed mom into the shower. She held the curtain aside as I stepped in, and I noticed her sea-green eyes drop to the already rigid cock jutting out in front of me. "I take it you like what you see." I opened my mouth to reply, but the words wouldn't come. She handed me the soap then and a fetching smile to go along with it.
"Here, you wash me first, then I'll clean you up the way a man should be cleaned up." "Where's the washrag?" I asked stupidly. "Just use your hands, sweetheart," she murmured. "I like it better that way." And she didn't have to tell me twice. I started with her shoulders, soaping and massaging her with my work-hardened hands, down her back to her heart-shaped ass, along her ribcage, then reached around to her flat stomach and worked my way up to the swell of her upthrusting breasts.
I kneaded her melonlike breasts slowly, working my slippery hands in circles over those heavy globes, scissoring her hard nipples between my middle and index finger. Mom lay her head back against my shoulder as I caressed her tits and her breathing became ragged and shallow.
Turning her around, I let the water wash the suds off her body. I leaned down then, took one erect nipple in my mouth and laved my tongue slowly back and forth across it. She moaned and I felt her fingernails digging into my back, holding me there.
I sucked each of her breasts in turn, taking my time, knowing I was firing her up again. She clung to me, pushing as much of her breast as she could into my hungry mouth. After several minutes of kissing her tits, I started working my way down through her cleavage, down towards her soft belly, towards the sweetness of her cunt.
It took her a few seconds to realize where I was going, what I was going to do when I got there, and she clutched at my head when it hit her. "Oh, God, no, Jimmy," she moaned. "I can't handle that." I didn't reply. Just kept tracing a line down her flat stomach with my lips until I reached the very edge of her downy pubic hair. That swollen, pink clit was protruding slightly from her cunt lips, just as I knew it would be, and, very tentatively, I leaned in and licked it with my tongue.
I heard mom's sharp intake of breath when I touched her there, felt her start quaking under my hands, and in spite gracie green loves to ride stepdads cock her protest she opened her legs slightly, giving me better access to her hole, and pulled my face into her dewy quim. I started slowly, licking her slit from bottom to top, sucking on that engorged nubbin of flesh, stabbing repeatedly into her cunt with a hardened tongue. I glanced up, past the defiant swells of her breasts, to see her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
She was biting her lower lip, apparently to keep from screaming out, and her nostrils flared every time she breathed. "Unnhhh, God," she groaned.
"It's been sooo long since anyone did that to me." "Do you want me to stop?" "No! Don't stop! I'm going to . Unnhhh, God. Unnhhh, unnhhh, unnnhhhhhh!" She spread her legs even farther then, standing bow-legged above me, shuddering, gyrating her hips, and hunched down hard against my mouth.
Her musky scent filled my nostrils. I felt her honeyed juices flood into my mouth and held myself still, biting her sensitive clitoris very gently with my teeth, and swallowing her ejaculation the same as she had mine.
After a while her legs seemed to wither beneath her and she started sinking toward the tiled floor. That's when I pulled away from her swampy cunt, stood up, and caught her in my arms. Her head lolled forward against my shoulder and I just held her there, letting her come down from the plateau of her climax.
"God damn, Jimmy," she gasped. "Don't ever do that to me again, okay? At least not until tonight." I grinned, knowing I'd given her the same intense sensation she'd given me. And that knowledge was like an aphropdisiac to me. My stiff cock was wedged between us, rubbing against the warmth of her flesh, full of jizz, and aching for a release. I couldn't wait to fuck her again.
I held her like that for several minutes, until she reached for the soap and began scrubbing my back, arms, and chest. I felt her hand slide down between us and she started soaping my rigid prick, stroking it slowly, caressing it. "You do have a nice one, Jimmy," she sighed. "Way bigger than you dad's." "Think you could be happy with it?" "I'm already happy with it, sweetheart.
Happier than I've been in years." She pursed her fingers together and pushed them down over my swollen glans. "This is so strange," she said close to my ear. "I used to suck this all the time." I glanced up and squinted at her words. "Really?" She met my eyes evenly then, still stroking my stiff prick with her soapy hand, and nodded. "It's true. When you were just a baby.
I'd give you a bath and wash your hair, then dry you off and powder you all over. You'd be lying there in your crib, all happy, kicking your pudgy, little legs. I'd kiss you on your fat belly and sister and brodar xxx vidoe sex stories start gurgling. I'd nuzzle your little dick with my nose then take it between my lips and suck on you for several minutes. Of course, I always had to make sure no one else was around." "Wow," I croaked.
"I never knew that. Did I get hard?" "Surprisingly enough, you did," she said. "I think you even tried to shoot a few times. At least your body got real tense. You'd quit kicking your legs the instant it was in my mouth and I always xxxxx bf me mom and san you liked it.
It was like that almost every day for a couple of years." "Why did you stop?" She shrugged and glanced away. "I don't know. You were starting to talk. One day, when I'd finished bathing you, you said, 'Kiss peepee, Mama,' just as plain as day. I was afraid you might say something like that in front of your dad, and I didn't need any more trouble from him than I already had, so I quit doing it." I shook my head in amazement, gazing at her.
"Damn. I didn't know any of that." She nodded her understanding and continued. "I've thought about it all these years, wondering if I'd ever do it again." "And now you have." "Yes," she smiled, "but you've grown a little since the last time. Now you've got a man-sized cock and you put out a man-sized load of cum." "Is that bad?" "Hell, no, it's not bad," she said softly. "It's good. I love the taste of your cum. And there's so damned much of it!
You want me to suck you off again right now?" I laughed out loud at her question. "You know I'd like it, mom, but right now I just want to be inside you again." Her eyes were bright when she looked up. "Good," she purred, "because that's what I want, too." I turned off the shower and we stepped out, drying each other with trembling hands.
I scooped her up in my arms then, like a young bride on her wedding night, and carried her toward the bed. "You said you wanted me to be your woman?" "Yeah." She smiled vacantly then and kissed my neck. "Well, I'll tell you a secret . You're all the man I'll ever need." I lay her down carefully and crawled between her legs. There was no need for foreplay, we were both fired up and I knew her pussy was already oozing with my saliva and her juices.
I separated her cunt lips with the head of my prick and pushed into her very slowly. Mom's eyes closed and she let her head fall back against the pillow. I felt her legs slide up and lock around my waist. "God, you're good," she moaned. I stroked into her three or four times, until I was sure my cock was sloppy with her juices, then pulled out and nosed it up against the tight rosebud of her ass. She opened her eyes and peered straight into mine for a long, silent minute, almost as if she were trying to understand her own feelings.
"Jimmy?" "Is it alright, mom?" I saw the corner of her mouth twitch as she attempted a smile.
It wasn't very convincing. "No one's ever had me there before, Jimmy," she said softly.
"You'd be the first." "Is it alright?" I asked again. She continued searching my eyes for a moment, then nodded almost imperceptibly. "Just go slow, okay, baby?" she whispered. "Give me time to relax." The heat emanating from the puckered ring of her ass was incredible, almost searing the head of my prick, and I could feel her pushing slowly up against it. Little by little her tight sphincter muscle relaxed and my swollen cockhead eased in past its grip.
"You're in!" mom giggled. "You're in!" Her breath caught in her throat as my stiff shank penetrated her incredibly tight anal passage. It was an entirely different feeling than either her mouth or her cunt had given me, and I reveled in the new sensation. "I can feel it in front!" she whimpered beneath me. "It's delicious!" Her ass was intensely tight and hot, and it took several minutes before I had pushed into her all the way. When we could both feel that the entire length of my cock was imbedded in her we simply lay there, savoring the sensation, letting the waves of hot redhead babe with small tits pussy play sweep over us.
After a long moment, mom lifted herself again - a fraction of an inch - then pulled back down and immediately had a shuddering orgasm. She arched her back, rotating her hips against the immense cock that was shoved up her ass, and clutched me tightly to her.
"That is sooo good!" she crooned. "And I've wanted it for so long!" She lifted again, experimenting with the feeling, testing the fit, and started rocking slowly against me, working my cock up and down in the tight sleeve of her ass. Tiny beads of perspiration had broken out along her upper lip. She pulled me down for a deep kiss, her tongue warring with mine, and went into a series of shuddering orgasms, one after another, that made her frantic in my arms. Her piyanka cupra xxx story downlod came in short gasps and she writhed against me, driving the full length of my thick cock into the mystery of her ass with a ferociousness I would never have expected from her.
"Is it okay to cum in here, mom?" I rasped close to her ear. "Yes," she hissed. "I want you to." And suddenly it was there . heavy bursts of jism, jetting painfully up the length of my cock, exploding deep into the heat of mom's ass.
A low animal groan escaped my throat. My head craned backwards against my neck as the shock waves of release gripped and shook me.
There were no words to describe it. "Jimmeeee!" she wailed at the ceiling. "Jimmmeeeeee!" Her head dropped sideways then, her arms and legs splayed out to the side. I wasn't sure if she'd passed out or what and, when I felt the floodtide of my cum dwindle away, I collapsed against her breasts, my wilting cock still buried in her ass.
Only slowly did my breathing return to normal. Only slowly did the realization of what we had done, where we had been, come to me, and I knew it was forever.
We stopped sleeping in separate rooms after that day. What was the point? We both knew one or the other of us would always be sauntering across the hall in the middle of the night if we were apart. It didn't matter, anyway. No one would ever know we were doing each other unless we told them.
And we weren't about to do that.