A Trip to Remember Pt. 06 - The Return Home

WARNING - THIS IS PART 6 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.

When we left off, Jason had accomplished things he never dreamed he would, not only did he sexually ravish his mother all weekend but finally felt himself inside of her asshole. He found his mother to be submissive for him in ways he never dreamed of.

I laid on top of my mother for several minutes after finishing inside of her anal cavity, kissing her back, her neck, and the back of her head. I told her I loved her several times, I told her that she was beautiful and that my father didn't deserve to have sex with her. Through everything I said, she never responded. Not a single word. As my dick began to soften up, I slowly shriveled out of her asshole, feeling it tighten up as I was falling out.

"I'm going to shower and pack up my bag, we should leave for the airport before long," I said to her.

"Ok Jason," was her only response.

I stood up and took one long look at her naked body lying face down on my bed, her ass looked so perfect, red from me spanking it, but sexy. I leaned down and kissed her right ass cheek, just letting her know I appreciated her nakedness before turning around and walking into the shower.

A few hours later we were all at the airport waiting to board our plane, somehow my father was holding himself together, almost appearing completely sober. My father was constantly touching my mother, holding her hand, putting his hand on her leg, kissing her cheek, etc. I found myself staring at the two of them and being both jealous and laughing inside knowing that she sucked my entirety into that mouth not long ago.

The rest of the flight was completely uneventful, we made it back home and everything seemed completely normal. I knew that I needed to establish myself with my mother at home sooner than later, the longer I waited the more she would resist. The trouble I had is every time I turned around, my father was there beside her. She went to the kitchen to start making dinner and he followed her in to help. When she went to her bedroom to change, he followed her in and shut the door.

Later that night, all three of us were watching tv and I thanked them both for taking me to Vegas for my birthday. I told them I was going to call it a night and asked if they needed anything.

"You're welcome hunny, sleep tight," was all my mother.

I stared at her; her insolence lit a fire of frustration inside of me. I wanted to tell her to come to my room. I wanted to tell her to take her clothes off, get in my bed and sleep naked next to me. But I knew I couldn't say a word... so I stared at her. With nothing else said, I turned around and walked down the hall. Having a pity party that consisted of only myself, I began to try and find a way to create access to my mother's body. No matter what I came up with, I could not find a scheme that would get my father away from her.

At some point I drifted off to sleep but was awoken by the sounds of my parents in their bedroom. I could hear my father whispering something to my mother and I swore I heard what sounded like a moan. Instant jealousy. I opened my eyes wide and sat up in the bed and began listening as intensely as I could. I couldn't decipher whether the sounds I thought I heard were real, or my overly sexualized brain was playing jealousy tricks on me. I crept out of my bed and over to the edge of their bedroom door and then I knew. Then it was confirmed exactly what I thought I heard. My mother was moaning, not loudly, but moaning, nonetheless. I could hear her trying to be quiet, trying to contain the sounds she was making. I could hear the sounds of two bodies slapping together as my father was pounding himself into her. Pounding himself into the spot that I claimed for myself.

"How the fuck could she do this," I said to myself.

Every ounce of me wanted to push the door open and show him who's woman she was now. To tell him that he didn't deserve her like I did... but I couldn't bring myself to being this much of a man. Instead, I stood there, like a simp, listening to the woman that I wanted for myself being sexually gratified, no ravished, by my father. The woman that just hours ago, I was the one inside. The sex went on what felt like forever but couldn't have been more than a few minutes and heard my father begin to moan and cum. Probably inside of her. The audacity.

As I stood there, I kept listening for her to cum, I learned from fucking her when she came, she wasn't quiet. I should've heard her explode on him, I should've heard her say something, or moan from her pussy quivering. Could he not finish her? Or did he not care to?

But I felt dejected, like a failure, the way you feel when you played your best but lost anyways. When you left it all on the line and came up short... that's how I felt standing there. I made sure I made her cum, I made sure she got off when it was me, but here we are and it's not me. It's him, he was the one inside of her, while I was the one outside their room accepting defeat. I made my way back to my bedroom and climbed back into bed. Not knowing what to say, or what to do, I eventually fell asleep.

Sometime around 6 am I heard my father getting around the house, he was going to work, which meant my mother was going to be alone. Just the thought of her lying in their bed began to turn me on. The idea of fucking my mother in their bed was hot to me, the idea of fucking her right where he did, set my nerves off. Lying there, my cock was already hard, pointing straight at me, knowing that we were going to give my mother what he didn't.

As the sounds my father made went silent, I got up and made my way through the house, I had to make sure he left. I opened the garage and his SUV was gone, jackpot. I walked back down the hall and as I was walking down the hall, I started stripping off my clothes dropping them haphazardly in the hallway. T-shirt, off. Shorts, off. Standing right outside of her closed bedroom door, I was completely naked. Completely oblivious to the fact that I was exceptionally careless with my clothes as I dropped them while I walked down the hallway.

I slowly opened the door to their bedroom, still dark inside the house, I didn't want her to even know it was me coming in. Slowly creeping through the door, I pulled it closed behind me and then locked it. He wasn't interrupting, if he came home, he could listen to me fuck her for the next hour outside his door like I had done the night before. His wife, my mother, was about to be my sex slave. She was going to cum, and cum, and cum. I was dead set on making her scream so loud the neighborhood heard her.

I made my way to the bed and began lifting the covers up, my mother lay there facing away from me, naked. I slid into the bed next her and slid my hand over her leg and across her stomach.

"Not now John, I'm sleeping," my mother said pushing my hand away.

"You had time to fuck him last night, you will make time to fuck me too mother," I said back to her.

My mother immediately rolled over and looked at me wide-eyed.

"Jason what are you doing? Get out of here! This is your father and my bed!?" she snapped back at me.

"Did you forget the last few days mother? Your holes are mine. You agreed to that, you fucked him last night and I heard it. I also know he didn't make you cum, so do you want me to fuck you and walk away or do you want to enjoy sex and cum for me?" I asked her.

"Jason, this isn't right, we can't do this," she started to say.

"We can, and we will." I cut her off.

Before she could respond, I reached over and pushed her on to her stomach, she didn't resist. I pushed her legs open and threw the blankets off her, leaving her completely exposed and lying naked face down. I reached down and spread the lips of her pussy apart, she wasn't wet, but she was sticky from his cum. I elected not to waste time and wanted to remind her that she was mine and thrust my finger inside of her.

"Ahhh, Jason that hurts," she started to say.

Without acknowledging the dryness of her pussy and the amount of sex I put her through over the last few days, I pulled my finger out and thrust it back inside again.

"Do you want to enjoy this mother, or do you want me to just fuck you like he does?" I asked her.

But she said nothing.

I pulled my finger out again, only this time it was a little wetter and she her legs started to tremble. She was unsatiable, her pussy craved attention. I bent down and ran my tongue up her pussy and across her puckered asshole. She flinched at my brazen attack on her sphincter.

"I thought so mother," I said to her.

I pushed my face back down and started licking her, thrusting my tongue inside of that little pussy hole. Running my tongue across her puckered asshole, over and over. My mother started to moan, she accepted what I was doing, and she liked it.

"Turn over," I demanded.

My mother, the obedient housewife she is, rolled over on command and exposed her beautiful naked body to me. I dove right in, I began licking her, tasting her, teasing her, running my tongue across her clit and feeling her juices running down across my face. She was moaning, loudly.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck Jason I'm going to cum," she began saying.

I pulled my face away from her pussy, stopping the onslaught it was taking.

"Whatever you are doing, please... don't stop," she said panting.

But I waited, I stared at her, I wasn't ready for her to cum. I wanted to drive her crazy. I wanted to drive her to the point of acknowledging "us". There would be an "us". There will be only one dick that she takes and that is going to be mine.

Once her breathing slowed down, I started the onslaught again, licking, flicking, teasing, running my tongue across her clit, driving it inside of her honey hole. Sliding my fingers inside and finding her G spot, pushing her ever so close to cumming on my face. And then I stopped again.

"Jason, please baby, I'm going to cum, please baby..." she said rapidly.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes baby, please," she said as she pushed her pussy back against my face.

Pulling away from her, I asked her, "who's pussy is this?"

But she said nothing - I ran my tongue across her clit and flicked it. "Who's pussy is mother," I asked her again.

"Yours baby, it's all yours," she panted.

"You won't fuck him again without my permission. Do you understand?" I said to her.

But she didn't respond. She tried pulling my face back to her pussy and pulled away.

"Do you understand," I asked again.

"Yes. Yes, baby I do, please..." she responded.

"Good, but this goes for your mouth and your asshole. He gets none of you without my permission. Understood?" I asked her.

"Whatever, Jason please let me finish," she said back.

With that, I raised up and aimed my cock right at her pussy. I ran the tip of my dick over her soaking pussy and covered myself with her juices. Without a word, I thrust myself all the way.

Her eyes went wide, "oh fuck Jason, you're so big. Fuck," she exclaimed.

I slid all the way inside of her, burying myself to my testicles. Feeling her pussy clamp down on me as I rested there letting her adjust to me. Before she could relax, I began pounding away, not even taking into consideration how sore she probably was. I wanted to wreak havoc on her pussy. I reached down and lifted both of her legs up and over my shoulders, positioning myself above her so I could bury my swollen cock all the way to her cervix. My mother was moaning louder than I ever remembered, she was thoroughly enjoying the cock lashing she was enduring.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck ahhh, fuck... I'm going to ummmphh," she was screaming.

Without slowing down, I kept pumping myself in and out of her. Not hesitating, pushing her further and further into ecstasy.

"FUCK, mmphhha ughh, I'm cumming fuckkkk," she let out a guttural statement that half made sense and was half jumbled words.

I continued fucking her as she rode out her orgasm. I reach down and gripped her legs, above her knees, tightly, my intention was to leave some finger marks there, marking my territory. As I pulled out, I used my grip as leverage to slam back into her, feeling her pussy soaking with her own juices and cum. I could feel myself getting close, I could feel my testicles begin to tighten up as I was about to unload inside of her.

Freeing her legs from my grip, I went back to thrusting as far inside of her as I could with every pump, knowing it was only a matter of thrusts before I filled her up. *Slap slap slap* the sounds of our bodies made as I continued thrusting my pelvis into hers.

"This is all mine," I said to her as I felt myself beginning to cum.

"FUCK ummphhh fuck I'm cumming," I strained to say as I could feel my cock explode inside of her.

Rope after rope, thick stream after thick stream, I could feel pumping out of me and into her. The pure lust I had from hearing her the night before, the carnal craving I had to make this mine, to make her beg me to finish her, everything coming to this defining moment. All the anger, all the jealousy, gone, just that fast. Just pure, uninterrupted, sexual bliss.

After I stopped cumming, I slowly started pushing in and pulling out again, feeling my semen leak and run down her ass and onto their bed. Knowing I had just sexually satisfied his wife on his bed, something he couldn't accomplish the night before, gave me a sense of fulfillment. A sense of empowerment over him. It turned me on knowing that her battered, sore pussy just kept taking more and more abuse. She was as sexually deviant as I was. She was just as horny as I was, and she wanted my cock as bad as I wanted every inch of her.

I raised up and looked down at her pussy, her lips were red and swollen, her labia had endured more sex the last few days than she has seen in the last few years. Yet, she couldn't get enough. Still wet, still inviting, I continued sliding in and out of her, slowly. Teasing her G spot with just the head of my dick sliding in at the right angle.

"I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house mother," I said while I was pushing in and pulling out.

"I'm going to cum inside of you any time I want, and any time you want. This dick is yours for the taking. When you're horny, I will fulfill you, and you will do the same for me," I said to her as I kept sexing her.

My mother lay there, with her eyes closed, licking her lips as her pussy was still craving more.

"I think you need to shower and meet me in the kitchen, but I don't want you in any clothes. Do you understand mother," I said to her.

"He will be home soon Jason, we ca," she started to respond.

"We can and we will. He won't be home for several hours, and I intend on capitalizing on those hours mother." I cut her off.

"Ok baby," was all she whispered back as I continued pushing in and pulling out.

My cock still raging hard, I pulled it all the way out, bent down and put my lips against hers. I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth and she slipped her tongue against mine. Accepting my role over her now, accepting her new position with me, this silent, albeit loud gesture, acted as a mutual agreement between us.

I got up out of bed and looked at my mother and smiled, my cock still stiff with excitement, I looked at her and smiled. With lust in her eyes, all she did was stare at my hard member right in front of her face and continue taking deep breaths.

"God your cock is marvelous," my mother said with my cock inches from her face.

"It's all yours as long as you want it mother," I said back to her.

To be continued... maybe.