I’ll be your Husband

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old.*

Ugh... thank god it was Friday. Plus I only have 3 more weeks and then high school is over. For an 18-year-old, high school seemed to never end. I was desperately hoping that college would be better. I mean it must be better, right? Students actually have to prove that their smart enough to get in and they have to pay. I was halfway in that boat. My grades were good enough that I could get into almost any college I wanted to and I was a good enough athlete in competitive swimming that I had secured a full scholarship. But high school was dragging along too damn much.

I finally sighed and went into the house. I didn't expect to see my Dad this early and I could clearly tell that something was wrong. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his jaw dropped, and he just stared at me, until he finally said, "I was hoping to be gone by the time you got home."

He then looked away and absently said, "I have to go. Talk to your mother."

My Mom then appeared from around the corner. She had puffy eyes and had clearly been crying. She just looked from me to him and said, "Well, he's here. You might as well tell your son too."

Dad looked angrily over his shoulder at Mom. My hackles were already rising seeing my mother upset, but seeing my Dad look at her like that had me staring him down and ready to go. Apparently, they both saw the change in my body language and expression, because Dad eyed me warily and Mom sighed as she said, "Alex, don't. Robert just go."

Dad then left without another word. I watched him get into his car, which I now saw was loaded with suitcases and other miscellaneous items and then drive away. I turned back to Mom and she just held out her hand, which I took, and she then guided me to the kitchen table so she could explain everything. Apparently, Dad had just served her with divorce papers. He hadn't said as much, but Mom suspected he was cheating on her and either he'd decided that the grass was greener on the other side or the other woman was pregnant.

At any rate, Dad had just packed up his belongings and given Mom his house keys, so they were now officially separated. Mom had already contacted an attorney friend of hers and they planned to meet in 30 minutes. I knew the friend Mom was talking about and she was a pit bull in court, so Mom had a good leg-up there. I didn't know what to say, so I kept my comments short and just focused on her feelings and plans. Mom was taking everything pretty well, now. But she had obviously been very upset before I got home and I figured she was just putting on a brave face for me.

Looking at my mother and I, no one would automatically think that she was my mother. Mom had dark brown hair and I had black hair. Mom's eyes were hazel and mine were green. The only thing we had in common physically was that we were both clearly athletic. Mom ran track through college and still liked to jog to stay in shape, whereas I swam. I had a toned swimmer physique and it was obvious that I got my athleticism from her. She was still toned for the most part, but ironically the only places where she hadn't been able to lose the baby weight from having me was her ass and breasts. She didn't mind and actually loved her physique, but she still joked that having me had turned her runners physique into the cliche bimbo physique.

At 38, she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of and had a very comfortable view of her own attractiveness. She never openly flaunted her body, but she was also shameless and not opposed to dressing in revealing and sexy clothing when the situation arose. Mom had gotten pregnant with me during her second year of college. Not only did she finish college on time with a bachelor's degree, but she earned an internship with an investment firm and was quickly offered a position. So money had never been an issue with her. She had worked hard and invested her money wisely, all while taking care of me. I never remember a time when she would say that she was too busy or too tired to play with me or come to a school event.

We stayed at the table and continued talking until her friend arrived, I excused myself so they could talk and stayed out of their way. After a little while, Mom called me back into the kitchen and had me join them. Mom and her friend asked if I had any questions and then answered everything I asked. Dad's attorney had already made a tentative divorce settlement, which included my Mom getting the house, alimony (that my mother didn't need but her attorney refused to let her refuse it), child support for me (for the whole 3 1/2 months until I leave for college), and any court costs that occur including Mom's attorney. I was slightly shocked that he was basically giving Mom everything. Mom's attorney hesitated, but Mom jumped in to say that my Dad probably wants the proceedings over and done with as soon as possible, especially if he intends to remarry soon. I nodded in understanding. After that, Mom's friend said that she would go over the paperwork again, but unless something popped out at her, she'd advise Mom to sign the settlement and be done with it.

The next few weeks were pretty normal for Mom and me. We continued on and acted as normal as we could. Dad had rarely been around anyway, so it wasn't that much of a change for us. She signed the divorce papers and that was that. Dad never contacted me to ask how I was doing and he barely acknowledged my existence when Mom, her attorney, and I met Dad and his attorney at Mom's attorney's law firm. Considering he had barely been around as I grew up and never took an interest in me before, I wasn't going to waste my time on him now.

After I graduated, things remained mostly the same. I had my timeline for my move to college, my summer training schedule, and I'd already chosen my fall classes. One night over dinner, Mom seemed especially depressed. I asked if anything was the matter and she explained that the city symphony was putting on a production of one of her favorite operas. Mom had bought Dad and her season tickets to all the symphony productions and had been looking forward to the event. But she was overly thrilled about going alone. She went on to explain that she had upgraded the tickets this year to include a very nice car service, a 5-course meal at any number of 5-star restaurants, and a private balcony.

I nodded, understanding her issue immediately. Thinking quickly, I suggested that I could go with her. At first, Mom shook her head and said that she wasn't really in the mood for the opera anyway, but I kept on. I argued that I already had a nice suit (a custom-tailored suit gift from Mom for my birthday), none of the high-society types knew me so it wouldn't be weird, I had never been to the opera, and Mom could use a nice relaxing and romantic evening on the town. I could see that she was considering it and sweetened the deal by adding that she could play the role of a sugar momma with a new boy toy that she wanted to show off.

Mom blushed and pursed her lips to hold in a smirk, as she mock glared at me, before asking, "What if they think I'm just an attractive middle-aged woman with an eye for younger men and you just have a thing for MILFs?"

I shrugged and smirked, as I replied, "Mom, how much fun would you have with me on your arm, both of us dressed up for a fancy night on the town, while everyone points and gossips about us?"

Mom held her mock glare, as she pointed out, "You do realize that we'll have to play at being a couple, honey? That means no calling me 'Mom,' no referring to you as my son, and we'd be arm-in-arm the whole night."

I shrugged and argued, "So I'll call you Paige, honey, babe, or some other pet name. You can call me Alex, honey, and whatever else you think would work."

Mom considered the idea as she resumed eating, before saying, "It is an upscale environment and most of the people there are very conservative, so we wouldn't be doing much, other than holding hands, hooking arms, and generally staying together throughout the night. If you're comfortable with that, this could work."

I nodded eagerly and smirked as I added, "I am, Mom. It'll be fun to get dressed up and have a nice night out. You need to get out too. Plus it'll be good practice for me to find a real sugar momma."

Mom smirked and shook her head at me, before finally agreeing to go for it. Over the next few days, her attitude improved and she started to look forward to the event. She made me get out my suit and try it on to make sure it still fit, had no tears or stains, and to make sure it wasn't rumpled. We both agreed that the suit was still fine and fit me perfectly. Mom had our entire day planned out, prior to the car service picking us up. She would have a spa treatment in the afternoon, including shampooing and styling her hair, filing and painting her nails, professionally applying her makeup, and a few other things that she classified as girly stuff. She would then come home, get dressed, and be prepared to be picked up at 5 pm. I didn't need any assistance since my whole plan to prepare included, a shower, getting dressed, styling my hair a little with gel, and adding some subtle cologne.

On the day of the opera, Mom returned from the spa and immediately shut herself in her bedroom. I did my planned preparation and waited for her. I began to remember the numerous jokes I'd heard over the years about women taking three times as long to get ready than men do. Just as I was wondering what she was doing, I heard her open her bedroom door and gasped as I watched her descending the stairs. She had on a very elegant white dress that had a slit up her right leg and a deep enough drop in the top to frame her large breasts perfectly, a pair of white high-heels, her hair styled in waves, and incredible makeup. She was stunning. I shook my head and smiled, as I declared, "Mom, you look gorgeous."

She smiled and replied, "Thank you, honey. But I'm not your mother tonight, so remember to call me something else from now on."

I nodded and added, "Looking like that, I'll call you whatever you want."

Mom smiled cheekily and replied, "Promises, Alex."

Smiling, I took her hands, leaned in, and kissed her cheek, as I declared, "You look like a princess, honey."

Mom scoffed, rolled her eyes, and looked away in dismissal, but I saw the blush form on her cheeks and the proud smile on her lips. I then looped my arm in hers and escorted her to the waiting car. I waved the driver away when he went to open the door for her, indicating that I would do the honors. Mom saw the exchange and tightened her grip on my arm, indicating her approval. She then leaned closer and added, "You look very handsome too, honey. You might be able to find yourself a sugar momma tonight after all."

I shook my head as I held her hand, helping her into the car, before countering, "No, honey. Tonight is all about you. You have my undivided attention."

Mom smiled and blushed slightly at my oath, before I shut her door and climbed in from the other side. Once inside, I held her hand as the driver drove us to our restaurant. On the way, Mom informed me of the background and story of the opera we were seeing tonight. The entirety of the singing was in Italian, so I'd have to follow the performers' movements on stage to try to follow the story. Mom loved telling me all about the performers and how well they were in this opera. She gushed and hoped to one day see a live performance in Rome. I smiled at her enthusiasm and excitement for tonight.

Once we arrived at the restaurant, I got out, opened her door, and put out my hand to help her out of the car. I then looped her arm in mine and walked her inside. Mom smiled warmly and leaned into me as we walked. Once we reached the check-in, I checked us in by saying, "We have a reservation for a table for two for Mr. and Mrs. Drake."

Mom beamed and hugged herself to me, as the hostess led us to our table. I pulled out Mom's chair and pushed it in once she sat down. Mom blushed and continued to smile at me, as she whispered, "You're very good at this, honey."

I smiled warmly back at her as I laid my hand on hers over the table and gazed into her eyes while saying, "I told you that you deserved a nice romantic evening and that tonight was all about you and I meant it. Tonight, I'm the husband you should have had."

Mom blushed again and clasped my hand, as she replied, "I can live with that, honey."

We enjoyed a lovely meal and carried on like an actual couple: calling each other by pet names, constantly holding hands, sharing small moments staring into each other's eyes and smiling, offering each other bites of our food and feeding them, and countless other small details that kept Mom smiling happily and blushing. After our first course had been cleared, but before our main dishes were brought out, Mom grasped my left hand over the table and smiled excitedly, as she slipped a gold man's wedding ring on my ring finger, as she whispered, "Here, honey. Now you fit the part of my husband completely."

I smiled at her thoughtfulness and recognized the ring as her late father's half of our family's engagement/wedding ring set. I nodded my head in acceptance and replied in a normal tone, "Thank you, honey. I can't believe I forgot to put on my ring tonight. You're a lifesaver, my dear."

Mom blushed and smiled softly, enjoying my ruse, before replying, "My pleasure, my love."

The restaurant had a small dance floor and a string quartet playing soft music. Knowing Mom's love of dancing and my father's abject refusal, I stood up, offered her my hand, and said, "Come dance with me, honey. You look far too good to stay seated all night."

Mom pursed her lips to hold back her smile but blushed crimson, as she took my hand and let me lead us to the dance floor. The area appeared like it could comfortably hold 10+ dancing couples, but with only two couples besides us, we had plenty of room. I pulled her to me, placed my hand on her hip, and leaned forward to whisper, "Sorry, honey, but you'll have to lead. I've never done this before."

Mom blushed brighter as she placed her hand on my side and purred, "Gladly, my love."

We then danced slowly as we continued to smile and gaze into each other's eyes. I never stepped on her toes and Mom led flawlessly. As we danced, Mom whispered softly, "It's a shame that dancing has become a lost art. I've always loved dancing to classical-style music. It's so romantic and intimate."

I smiled at her enjoyment and whispered back, "I'm just happy to see you smile and enjoy yourself, honey."

Mom sighed, leaned against my body, and placed her head on my shoulder, as she whispered, "I am. Thank you, my love."

I kissed her forehead, brought my hand up to tenderly stroke her cheek, and held her close, as we enjoyed each other's company. Mom then perked up and hissed softly, "Damnit, just give me a few more minutes. Our food is coming."

I leaned forward and kissed her cheek just to the side of her mouth, but anyone looking would have thought I kissed her on the lips. Mom sighed and looked up at me, as I added, "I can always take you dancing again if you'd like, honey."

As we walked back to our table, Mom gave me a soft smile and nodded her head, as she whispered, "I'd like that a lot, honey."

I then held her chair for her and pushed it in once she'd sat down, before joining her at the table. As I sat down, I leaned forward and held up my left hand to indicate my grandfather's wedding ring, as I said, "I could get used to wearing this, honey."

Mom smiled proudly and replied, "You wear it well, my love."

The rest of the meal was excellent and we had a great time. Mom smiled brightly throughout the entire meal, making me glad that I'd had the idea of dancing with her. Once we finished, I texted the driver that we were ready to leave, and then escorted Mom to the car. She held onto my hand as I helped her into the car. As I went to go around to the other side, Mom refused to let me go and pulled me into the car, as she scooted over in the seat. We sat hand-in-hand with our bodies flush against each other all the way to the symphony hall.

Once we arrived and the driver had stopped the car, I teased her by asking, "Are you going to let me go so I can get out of the car, honey?"

Mom looked me in the eyes with a tone that brokered no argument and said, "No."

I shook my head at her playing, but then opened my door, slid out, and let her continue to hold my hand as she stepped out beside me. She smirked proudly at getting her way and allowed me to link our arms as we walked up the stairs to the symphony hall. Once we checked in, this time by Mom announcing "Mr. and Mrs. Drake" to the attendant, he checked our names and waved us to enter. Mom squeezed my arm and leaned into my body, as we walked around the hall looking at the numerous posters and advertisements for tonight's and future events. Mom and I saw the glances that we were receiving from the other patrons, most of them in their fifties and up. From time to time we would meet each other's eyes and share a small smirk at all of the subtle attention we were getting. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You're the center of attention tonight, honey. Have you seen the hateful glances that these frigid old bitty's are giving you? Or the quick peaks from the old men? Looking like this, you might give someone a stroke or heart attack."

Mom hummed in enjoyment and pressed herself to me, as she replied, "I don't know, my love. I think a few of these old bitty's enjoy looking at you. You're so handsome and dignified."

I kissed her cheek tenderly, and whispered back, "But they can clearly tell that I'm taken, honey."

Mom moaned softly and tightened her grip on me, as she replied, "Yes, you are."

As the ushers began announcing that the show would start soon, Mom went to kiss my cheek and announced she needed to use the restroom. I turned my head and kissed her back automatically, resulting in us kissing on the lips. Neither of us reacted to the kiss and carried on as if it were totally natural to us. I stared after her as the weight of what we just did hit me, only to see Mom glance over her shoulder at me with an embarrassed smile on her lips and a blush on her cheeks. I smiled warmly as we made eye contact before nodding silently, indicating that everything was OK. Mom visibly sighed and smiled softly, before nodding back. After she'd turned around, I couldn't help but admire the way she looked in that dress. Her ass swayed beautifully and her large breasts filled out the top of the dress amazingly well.

Shaking my head, to clear my thoughts, I decided she was right to visit the restroom before the show, before walking to the men's room. I returned to the lobby before she did, and waited for my mother to rejoin me. Once she did, I looped our arms and led us to our balcony. I held her hand as she sat down, before joining her on the cushioned seat. The seat was styled like a high-end cushioned stadium seat, but it was the size of a small sofa and so allowed two people to sit comfortably together. Mom immediately sighed and leaned against my body, as she purred, "I didn't realize how much I've missed this, honey."

Wanting to keep her smiling and blushing, I asked, "The opera or being doted on by your loving husband?"

Mom smiled wider and gazed into my eyes, before purring, "Yes."

I smirked at her, snaked my arm behind her back, and cupped my hand on her side to pull her against me. Mom sighed softly and did the same. She then snaked her other arm across my stomach and placed her hand on top of her other hand, as she hugged herself to me. We relaxed together as the symphony orchestra began to play and the curtain raised. Soon the performers made their way on stage and began to sing. Mom sighed and melted against my body.

We sat in silence as the opera singers performed their musical lines. Throughout the performance, Mom began slowly trailing her fingers on my side. As if in response to her, I did the same. Mom sighed and whispered, "This has been the most romantic evening I've had in a long time, my love. Thank you, for all of this."

I turned my head to kiss her forehead and whispered, "My pleasure, my lovely Mrs. Drake."

Mom hummed in pleasure at that, before replying, "Mine too, my loving Mr. Drake."

We both smiled at each other and shared a heated gaze. Mom dropped her eyes to gaze at my lips and then quickly looked back up into my eyes. We shared another gaze, before turning back to the stage, as we hugged each other tighter. During a long song by the main female, Mom moaned and began trailing her fingers along my side. I kissed her forehead and trailed my fingers along her side, making her shiver in my arms. Thinking I might have accidentally tickled her, I whispered, "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to tickle you. You're just too stunning in this dress."

Mom shook her head and squirmed in my arms, before saying, "You didn't tickle me, my love. You're my husband, remember? And you never have to apologize for touching me."

I began trailing my fingers along her side again, as I whispered back, "I'll remember that, honey."

We stayed like this until the opera finished. After the performers had done their bows, we stood up and prepared to leave. Just as Mom was turning to walk out of our balcony, I swiftly but gently pulled her flush against my body facing me. She instinctively wrapped her arms around my body, as I placed my hands on her hips and lowered my face to plant a passionate kiss on her neck. Mom giggled and squirmed in my arms until I pulled back. She gazed up at me with a sweet smile and blushing cheeks, as she asked, "Honey, what was that?"

I smiled and shrugged, before saying, "I felt like doing something spontaneous, honey. Now, are you ready to face the old bitty's and old men again, Mrs. Drake?"

Mom tightened her arms around me and pressed herself to me, before purring, "I like it when you're spontaneous, my love. And yes, I'm ready to face them if you are, Mr. Drake."

She then popped up onto her tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on my lips, as she giggled adorably. I smiled at her and then looped our arms, before leading us back to the lobby area. Once we worked our way through the crowd, Mom leaned close and whispered that she needed the restroom again. She then placed another kiss on my lips, which I instinctively reciprocated. We stood together smiling warmly and gazing into each other's eyes, before she turned to walk away. I stared after her and she peaked at me over her shoulder, giving me a knowing smile, before puckering her lips to mime another kiss. I returned the mimed kiss, before going into the men's room.

Afterward, I waited for Mom to return and couldn't keep the happy smile from my face, when she walked back into my arms as if she had missed me already. I hugged her to my body and kissed her forehead, as we smiled warmly at each other. After another quiet moment, we began walking around the lobby. Not long after that, we saw a professional photographer taking pictures of the various couples in front of the opera's poster. Knowing Mom would love this, I steered us in that direction, as I leaned down and whispered, "We're doing this, honey. We have to have a picture together."

Mom tightened her arms in mine and leaned into me, as she hummed excitedly. As we waited to have our picture taken, I considered how we should pose. I watched the other couples pose together and almost scoffed at their complete lack of intimacy with each other. We definitely wouldn't be doing that. I wanted a nice romantic picture that Mom would cherish, as a reminder of our night together. Smiling as I thought of the perfect pose, I tightened my grip on Mom's body and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She smiled and turned her head to look up at me questioningly, as I shook my head and whispered, "It just felt right, honey."

Mom smiled softly and then turned her head away to hide her blush, but tightened her grip on me and leaned against my body. Once we made our way to the front of the impromptu line, the photographer asked for our names and I gave our customary, "Mr. and Mrs. Drake." He then nodded as he wrote it down, while I guided Mom into position. I then stood slightly behind her and to her right, with my right hand comfortingly placed on her hip and my left arm snaked around her lower back. I placed my left hand on her stomach with my wedding ring clearly visible, as I placed Mom's left hand on her waistline just below my hand, with her wedding ring displayed. Mom gasped in appreciation when she realized how I was posing us, before turning her head to look up at me and beaming with joy. She then turned back towards the camera, as we both smiled for the picture.

Once the photographer took the picture, he showed us the digital image and said that it looked great. He then gave us his business card with his website and explained that we could order numerous sizes and formats online. We thanked him as we moved away. Mom was still beaming and I leaned down to ask if she was ready for me to have the driver bring the car around. She turned to me, shaking her head, as she explained, "Not yet, honey. Can we stay a while longer? The symphony club hosts an after-show party for all of the season ticket holders. It's only for about an hour, but they're usually very nice. And I've never been able to stay for one."

Mom declared that last sentence in a small regretful voice. Smiling widely, I hugged her to me and declared, "Whatever you want, Mrs. Drake. I told you, tonight is your night. I'll do whatever you'd like, honey."

Mom beamed and looked on the verge of bouncing on her feet in excitement. She hugged herself tighter to me and whispered warmly, "Thank you, my love."

As the attendants ushered the rest of the one-time attendees from the symphony hall, the ushers began escorting the rest of us into the main gallery. This room held their best works of art and had an open floor plan. A string quartet was set up off to one side and several servers were carrying small entrees and drinks for the members. Mom beamed up at me excitedly and hugged herself to me, as we looked around the room. I led us around the room, admiring the artwork until the quartet started up, followed closely by a recording of "Every Breath You Take" by the police. The quartet played along with the recording, making a nice addition to the overall ambiance. I began leading Mom to the floor, making her smile up at me silently. Once I positioned us on the floor, we began dancing comfortably to the music. This time I was able to lead, and Mom blushed as she gazed up at me and whispered, "This is wonderful, honey. Thank you for staying."

I could hear the vehemence and emotion in her voice, as I smiled and nodded slightly, before replying, "My pleasure, honey."

We continued to dance throughout the song and into the next one, which was a cover version of "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis. Mom pulled herself tighter against me and rested her head against my chest with a soft sigh, as we continued to dance. We stayed on the dance floor, oblivious to the other dancers or onlookers, through the rest of the songs. The final song of the evening was an instrumental slow song that practically oozed sensual romance. Mom lifted her head to smile up at me, as I held her close and gently trailed my fingers up and down her spine.

As the song ended, I leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek, making her sigh softly. She then whispered, "Let's go home, honey."

I sent our driver a quick text and then led Mom to the main exit. As we were leaving, I led her to the car and opened the door for her. She smirked and still refused to let go of my hand, as she pulled me in behind her. I laughed at her stubborn playfulness, as I followed her into the car. I then told the driver to take us home, as Mom leaned against me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I wrapped my arm around her body and pulled her tightly against me, as I asked, "How was your evening, honey?"

She moaned softly and purred, "It was wonderful, honey. I can't wait to order some pictures of us. Can we do that again sometime?"

I tightened my hold on her, kissed her hair, and replied, "Of course, we can, Mrs. Drake. I like seeing you smile so much, honey."

Mom hummed softly against me and asked quietly, "But did you have a good time, honey?"

I nodded against her head, as I replied, "Of course, I did. I loved the food, dancing, opera, and the company. I had my beautiful wife on my arm and I got to see the way she smiled the whole night. What more could a loving husband want?"

Mom tightened her arms around me and hummed in contentment. Knowing she'd get a kick out of hearing it again, I leaned down to whisper into her ear, "You look great tonight, honey. I want you to know that."

Mom hummed affirmatively, before replying, "Thank you, honey."

We stayed silent for the rest of the ride home. I then opened the door, helped her out, and looped her arm in mine before escorting her inside. Mom giggled and blushed at what she called my "proper etiquette and manners," as I led her to her bedroom. When I expected to break apart at her bedroom door, she held me firmly and continued into her bedroom. She then turned around in my arms, hooked her arms around my head, and gazed up at me, as she purred, "Tonight was so romantic, honey. I can't think of the last time I had a more perfect evening. Thank you for this."

I smiled and intended to reply when Mom raised her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Thinking this was only going to be a quick peck on the lips, I went to kiss her back, only to have Mom swipe her tongue across my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and kissed her back, as I tightened my grip on her waist. Mom moaned into the kiss and pulled herself tighter against me, as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. We continued to kiss passionately until Mom dropped her arms from my neck and began pulling off my suit jacket. I pulled back a little bit and looked seriously into her eyes, as I asked, "Are you sure?"

Mom nodded her head and leaned forward to recapture my lips, before moaning against my lips, "You've treated me like a loving husband should treat his wife, now I'm going to treat you like a loving husband should be treated."

I nodded and resumed kissing her, as I shrugged out of my jacket. Mom then brought her hands to my chest and began unbuttoning my shirt. She then pulled off my tie before pushing my shirt off my shoulders and onto the floor. She then broke the kiss, took a step back, and gazed heatedly into my eyes, as she slowly pulled her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I sighed as I let my eyes travel up my mother's body. She was still wearing her white high heels, a white lace thong, and a white lace bra supporting her massive tits.

I stepped forward and pulled her back to me, as I returned my mouth to hers. We stood there kissing and trailing our hands over each other's bodies for several minutes. I then dropped my hands to grope her ass cheeks, making her sigh into the kiss. Mom then snaked her hand down to my crotch and moaned, as she felt my hard cock straining my pants. She whimpered in desperate desire, as she began undoing my belt and pants. She then let them fall to the floor and broke the kiss, as she began kissing her way down my chest and abs.

Once on her knees, she leaned forward and began moving her mouth over my hard cock through my boxer briefs. She then slowly pulled my boxers down my legs, letting my hard cock spring free in front of her face. I kicked my boxers off my feet, as Mom gazed longingly at my hard cock, before reaching out to grasp my hard shaft. I sighed at the feeling, as Mom began slowly feeling my smoothly-shaven cock and balls. She was sighing and moaning softly, as she enjoyed the feeling and finally leaned forward to take my hard cock head into her mouth. She moaned audibly around my cock, as she began sucking and licking my cock head. She slowly stroked my shaft with one hand as she massaged my balls with her other.

She then forced a deep moan from my lungs, as she deep-throated my hard cock with ease. She held my cock in her throat, as she swallowed around my cock head, sending electricity through my entire body. Mom then backed her head off my cock and set a slow and steady pace, as she bobbed her head. She continued to moan and stroke my shaft as she sucked, and she began adding a twisting motion to her strokes, adding even more stimulation to my cock. I already felt my orgasm approaching and not sure if my mother wanted me to cum in her mouth or wanted me to cum so soon, I moaned in warning, "Honey, you're going to make me cum."

Mom made her opinion on the matter very clear when she moaned affirmatively, increased the speed of her stroking and head bobbing, and added more suction to my cock. In no time, I felt my toes curl and my balls draw up, just before I moaned in pleasure, as my cock exploded into my mother's waiting mouth. Mom moaned louder and milked my cock, desperate to get all of my cum into her mouth. Once she was certain that she'd swallowed all of my cum, she let out a long-winded moan of satisfaction and pleasure, as she slowly pulled her lips over my cock head. Her sucking mouth came off my cock head with an audible "pop," as she looked up at me with a very satisfied smile on her face.

I smiled down at her as I caught my breath, and then smirked, as I leaned down, grabbed her under her armpits, and easily lifted her off the floor, before sitting her on her bed. She giggled excitedly, as I pushed her further onto the bed. I then pulled her thong down her legs in one motion, making her moan in anticipation. Without a word of warning, I spread her legs, gripped her thighs to hold her in place, and buried my tongue deep inside her pussy. Mom grabbed my head, arched her back, and howled in pleasure, as I began exploring her insides with my tongue. Ordinarily, I would want to take my time and tease her, before I finally licked her pussy to orgasm. I might kiss and lick her through her panties, kiss and lick her inner thighs, and draw out her anticipation and desire before I gave her what she wanted, but I was too desperate to bring my mother to orgasm after our romantic evening and certainly after that amazing blowjob. I wanted to show my beautiful and sexy mother that I could make her moan and orgasm too. I wanted her orgasming so hard that she was reduced to shaking and whimpering on the bed.

Mom was doing her part. I watched as she writhed and clawed at the bed, as my attention to her pussy drove her wild. I found a certain area that produced a lot of feedback from her whenever I flicked my tongue across it. As I concentrated on this spot, she began chanting, "Oh, Alex," "Oh, baby," "Yes, baby," and "Oh, yes," continuously. Her pussy grew wetter and began to tremble around my tongue. Her pussy clenched tightly around my tongue and she cried out in sheer pleasure, as her orgasm shot through her. I relaxed my tongue somewhat, so she could come down from her high and catch her breath. Mom moaned deeply and stretched her limbs to either side of her body, as she enjoyed the tingles running through her. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me with an astonished grin, as she watched me slowly pull my tongue from her pussy. She bit her lower lip as she looked me in the eyes and said, "Wow. You're a very loving husband, honey."

I smiled up at her and swiped my tongue between her pussy lips, as I said, "Well, I happen to have an incredibly sexy wife with a sweet-tasting pussy. It is a very pretty pussy, honey. In fact, my wife had better get used to this view of me, because I intend to be down here a lot."

Mom giggled at my playful flirting and wiggled her hips enticingly, as she said, "Well, my husband is so attractive and such a romantic gentleman that I doubt I'll be able to stop myself from sucking his cock whenever I see him."

I placed a kiss on her pussy lips, making Mom giggle and squirm again, as I added, "I guess my wife and I will be spending a lot of time naked for the foreseeable future."

Mom smiled sweetly and replied, "I guess so too, my love."

I smiled up at her and added, "I love hearing you call me that, honey. But let's talk about pet names later. For now, I need to..."

With that, I dipped my head, wrapped my lips around her clit, and began sucking and licking her sensitive nub. Mom moaned in shock and ecstasy, as she fell backward on the bed. I smiled around her clit, as I listened to the sounds she made. Mom then unclasped her bra, pulled it off her shoulders, and tossed it to the floor. She then began caressing her large breasts, as she moaned in pleasure. I moaned around her clit, as she began tweaking and pinching her nipples.

Mom continued to massage and caress her breasts and tweak and pinch her nipples, as I continued to suck her clit. I smiled knowing that I would finally be able to do that soon. Absentmindedly, I wondered what her nipples would taste like and feel like in my mouth. I moaned around her clit, as I decided to add to her pleasure. I brought my middle and index fingers to her pussy and began trailing them up and down between her lips, getting them coated in her juices. Once they were sufficiently slippery, I slowly slid them inside her pussy.

Mom moaned louder and arched her back, as her pussy clenched around my fingers. As I got them inside her I began finger fucking her in sync with my sucking. Mom was going crazy, as she moaned and writhed. I moaned around her clit, as I began curling my fingers to target her G-spot. Mom immediately bucked her hips and grabbed onto the pillows on either side of her. Her chest began to heave, making her breasts shake erotically. I continued sucking and licking her clit, as I worked her G-spot making my beautiful mother go insane with pleasure.

I smiled around her clit, as I imagined us ending all of our days like this. I smiled wider, as I considered the sensual, passionate, and kinky things we could do together. Mom's pussy was continuously clenching around my thrusting fingers, as she continued to moan and writhe in pleasure. Just listening to her had already made my cock hard again, but watching her had my cock throbbing. I moaned and flicked my tongue over her sensitive clit, as I imagined sliding my hard cock into her pussy for the first time.

Mom's moans had grown in volume and she now began a series of moaned exclamations that foretold her impending orgasm, as she moaned, "Alex, I'm so close," "Honey, please don't stop," "Oh, my God," "Oh, yes," "Oh, my love," "I love you so much," "Oh, baby," and other oaths and cries of passion. Her pussy juices were practically free-flowing over my fingers, as she suddenly gasped, went rigid, and arched her back off of the bed. She held that pose until she began shaking from exertion. She then bucked her hips, fell back into the bed, and cried out, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her intense orgasm was a treat to watch, as she gasped for breath and shook.

She then let out a long-winded moan of satisfaction, as her orgasm began to recede and her shaking subsided. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, desperate not to allow any of her juices to go to waste. I kept my licking slow and sensual, to not overly stimulate her in her moment of post-orgasm high after such an incredible orgasm.

Mom sighed and peaked down at me with through lidded eyes with a soft smile on her lips, as she purred in satisfaction, "Honey, you're amazing at that."

I slowly withdrew my tongue from her pussy, making her giggle as she watched me. I then ran my tongue from her asshole, between her pussy lips, and over her sensitive clit, making her shiver, before I smiled up at her and replied, "It's easy for me to make you orgasm, when I love watching you cum so much. Making you orgasm might be my new favorite activity, just winning over making you smile and blush."

Of course, Mom immediately blushed at my statement and smiled excitedly. She then crooked a finger and beckoned me up to her, as she purred, "Come up here, Mr. Drake. Your loving wife wants you back in her arms."

I smiled and began crawling up her body, as I replied, "My beautiful loving wife gets whatever she wants."

Mom flung her arms around my body and slammed our mouths together for a passionate kiss. We trailed our hands over each other's bodies, as we moaned into the kiss. Mom moaned out emotionally, "Alex, I love you so much."

I moaned back, "I love you too, honey. You're so fucking sexy."

Mom tightened her hold on me, as she moaned back, "So are you, my love. I need you, right now. Please, honey."

Never able to refuse my mother under "normal" circumstances, I certainly wasn't going to refuse her now. I slowly maneuvered my hips until I felt my cock head teasing her pussy lips, making Mom gasp and stiffen at the feeling. Both of us moaned, as my hard cock slowly slipped inside her wet pussy. As I eased inside, I moaned into the kiss, "Honey, your pussy's so wet for me right now."

Mom nodded slightly and replied against my lips, "I've been wet for you most of the night, my love."

We both moaned again, as my hard cock came to rest deep inside her. Once I bottomed out, I immediately set a slow and steady pace. I wanted to draw this out for both of us and take our time. There was plenty of time for intense passion and enthusiastic sex but for now, I wanted to show my mother my sensual side. Mom was gazing into my eyes, as she wrapped her legs around me. I smiled against her lips, and promised, "I'm not going anywhere, honey."

Her only reaction was to tighten her arms and legs around me, as she moaned and intensified our kiss. I moaned and enjoyed her affectionate response, as I continued my steady fucking of her pussy. I smiled against her lips and it must have showed on my face because Mom narrowed her eyes, broke the kiss, and pulled her head back to stare suspiciously at me, as she asked, "What?"

I smiled wider and shrugged, as I explained, "It just hit me that you proposed to me on our first date, honey."

Mom giggled and smiled wryly, as she added, "Actually, my love, I didn't ask. I just put the ring on your finger after you declared that we were married."

I nodded and ghosted my lips over hers, as I countered, "I think hearing me refer to us as 'Mr. and Mrs. Drake made you happy and excited you sexually, honey."

Mom pursed her lips to hold in her smile, but her eyes gave her away, as she added, "I can feel how sexually excited you are right now, my love."

I smiled wider as I replied proudly, "Oh, honey, I've been excited ever since I watched you descending the stairs, before our date. I've been in a state of excitement all night since I had you on my arm. It's not every day I go on a date with a sexy woman dressed so elegantly. It's a good thing I'm your husband because I don't intend to leave our marriage bed any time soon."

Mom giggled again as she blushed at my compliments, before purring, "I know what you mean, my love. I doubt you and I will be doing anything outside the house for a long time. It's a good thing the pantry and refrigerator are well-stocked, I don't think I'll have the strength to leave your side any time soon."

I dropped my head and peppered kisses up her neck, causing her to moan and squirm beneath me, as I moaned out, "Well since we are newlyweds, I think we need to christen the other rooms in the house and not just the bedroom, honey. I can't think of a single room in the house that wouldn't be improved by seeing you in there naked."

Mom moaned louder and tightened her hold on me affectionately, before purring, "I agree, my love. I think that should be on our to-do list. Along with moving you into the master bedroom. I have no intention of having my handsome and loving husband sleep in a different bed."

I nodded and kissed my way across her jawline until I was ghosting her lips again, as I asked, "Are you foreseeing a lot of sleeping in our marriage bed, honey?"

Mom whimpered with desire and lifted her head to kiss me, as she moaned, "Not much, my love."

We stopped talking as we kissed and pawed at each other, as I continued to fuck her. Mom's breathing had begun to pick up, as her moans increased. I smiled against her lips and moaned, "Honey, your pussy feels so good stretched around my cock. I love how wet you are for me."

Mom moaned into the kiss and replied, "I love how your hard cock fills my pussy, honey. Knowing that you're hard for me makes my pussy so wet, my love. It's such a lovely cycle and I intend to take advantage of it to have so much sex with my loving husband that we put newlyweds to shame."

I moaned and tightened my grip on her, as I listened to her dirty talk and future intentions. Unable to help myself, I added, "Well, you're in luck, Mrs. Drake, because my wife happens to be incredibly smart, elegant, determined, and sexy. If she sets her mind to do something, she does it. Plus she's such a fucking knockout and goddess in bed that I doubt I could refuse her anything, anyway."

Mom moaned and squirmed under me, as she purred, "Careful, my love, if you continue to talk like that I'll never let you out of this bed."

I smiled against her lips, as I whispered huskily, "I can live with that."

With that, we stopped talking and concentrated on enjoying ourselves, as we continued to kiss, move together, and stroke each other's bodies. Both of us were moaning into the kiss, as our passion grew, but I kept my pace slow and steady, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible. Mom wasn't complaining, as she held me tightly and moaned into my mouth. I smiled against her lips, as I enjoyed her soft moans and content sighs.

Unable to stop myself, I asked, "I'll be honest, honey, you're so fucking sexy that I doubt I'm going to be able to look at you for the foreseeable future without getting hard."

Mom let out a long-winded moan into the kiss, before replying, "Good, because you make me so wet and horny when I look at you that my whole body starts to tingle. I started getting wet as soon as I saw your reaction when I walked down the stairs tonight. I had already soaked through my thong when you danced with me at the restaurant. By the time you posed us for the photographer, I was ready to do anything to keep you on my arm. Everything you did tonight, from opening doors for me and escorting me as we walked, to complimenting my appearance and asking me to dance, and all the way to making me feel like a princess and treating me like a queen had me so turned on and loved that I had to have you."

I moaned at her descriptions and admissions, as I stated, "My cock has been unbelievably hard since you walked down the stairs in that dress, honey. I had to keep adjusting myself so I wouldn't rub my bulge against you whenever we touched. Now that I have you, I intend to show you how much you turn me on."

Mom tightened her grip on me and attacked the kiss with a fervor that had us both moaning in pleasure. I continued my slow fucking of her pussy, as our passions rose. Her pussy began trembling and spasming around my hard cock, as she moaned louder. She suddenly growled, "I'm going to orgasm so hard on your big cock, my love. You've had me so hot for you all night long."

I nodded into the kiss, as I replied, "Me too, honey. My cock's been rock hard for you."

Mom then pleaded, "Don't pull out, honey. Cum inside me, please."

I nodded as I felt my long build-up to my orgasm reaching its climax. Mom's pleas had my cock throbbing and ready to burst. As I felt my balls begin to draw up, I moaned, "I love you so much, Mrs. Drake."

With this, my hard cock twitched inside her and then exploded in a sea of cum, deep inside her pussy. Mom moaned and stiffened beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my pulsing cock, as her arms and legs squeezed my body. She then let out an adorable squeak, as her orgasm crashed over her. We intensified our kiss, as I continued to fuck and fill her pussy with my hot cum.

Mom finally relaxed under me and she sighed into the kiss, as her orgasm began to ebb. My cock finally stopped spurting and I slowed my pace until my still-hard cock had come to rest inside her. I sighed in and slowly rolled off of her, as we lazily kissed. Still wrapped in each other's arms and legs, we lay there kissing serenely, as we enjoyed our post-orgasmic highs. Feeling the need to say something, I declared, "I love being married to such a sexy and passionate woman, honey. I'd love to take you on a honeymoon someday, so we can experience all of the aspects of our marriage."

Mom moaned at my words, before purring, "Mmm... that sounds wonderful, my love. I think we've earned a romantic honeymoon."

As we kissed and stroked each other's bodies, I could already feel my lust and desire for my mother rising. Mom squirmed against me and moaned into the kiss, as she felt the same thing. Needing to voice my desire, I moaned, "I'm not ready to stop, honey. As much as I loved that, I think we can do better."

Mom nodded before adding, "I agree, my love. I think it's time I showed you how you make me feel."

With that, Mom rolled us over and pushed herself on top of me. She then readjusted herself until she was sitting on my lap. We both moaned as we enjoyed the new position. I began trailing my hands to grope her big breasts, as she began to roll her hips to fuck herself on my hard cock. She let out a long-winded moan and continued to slowly fuck herself on my hard cock before looking down at me with a predatory grin, as she purred, "My God, baby, you make me so fucking horny. I never thought I could love you and love fucking you this much. Feeling your hard cock deep inside me makes my pussy so hot and wet, my love. Having you cum inside me makes me feel so amazingly dirty and incredibly whole, all at once. I never thought I would be so turned on by fucking and loving my son, honey. I've never been excited or interested in incest, but I don't think I've ever wanted or needed anyone like I want and need you, my love."

I smiled up at her and gently tweaked her hard nipples, as I rolled my hips in sync with her. I then replied, "You're amazingly sexy, Mom. No woman could ever compare to you. My cock's been hard for you all night. I'm all yours if you want me, Mom. I don't care what anyone else thinks. You're the only woman that I want and I love you completely."

I then smirked up at her, as I asked, "You do realize, Mom, that this is the first time we've acknowledged that this is incest?"

Mom smiled wider and nodded, as she purred, "Oh, I do, my love. And I can honestly say that my pussy is on fire for my loving son."

I groped her large breasts, as I added, "And my cock is rock hard for my beautiful mother."

We smirked at each other, silently acknowledging our depraved love for each other, as we continued our love-making. I then lifted my head to capture one of her hard nipples between my lips and began sucking and licking. Mom moaned and began trailing her fingers through my hair. She sighed and gently trailed her fingernails down my back, as she purred, "Baby, you make me so hot and horny that I could just break my pussy on your big hard cock. You have no idea how amazing it felt when you came inside me."

I smiled around her hard nipple, and moaned out, "I think I do, Mom. I felt your pussy tremble around my hard cock right before you orgasmed. I just had no idea that my prim and proper mother would get off so much by having her own son cum inside her."

With this, Mom pushed me backward onto the bed and smirked deviously down at me, as she practically growled out, "Oh, you have no idea, baby. Now why don't I show you how your prim and proper Mommy gets off?"

She then leaned back and began bouncing energetically on my lap, driving my hard cock deep inside her. She began moaning loudly, as she trailed her hands up her body to grope her large breasts. I moaned beneath her, as I watched her and enjoyed how her pussy felt on my hard cock. I began rolling my hips to maneuver my hard cock at different angles, as she continued to enthusiastically fuck herself. Mom gazed down at me and smiled excitedly, as I began trailing my hands up her thighs to squeeze her luscious ass cheeks. I then trailed my hands up her body, so I could take over massaging her big tits. Mom continued to moan in pleasure and pressed her breasts into my hands, as she smiled down at me. She then threw her head back and moaned loudly, before gushing, "Fuck, baby! You feel so fucking good inside my pussy! Oh, honey, I want to cum all over your hard cock!"

I gently pinched her rock-hard nipples between my fingers, making her squeak in pleasure. Mom continued to bounce energetically on my lap, as I purred, "I want to fill your pussy with my hot cum, Mom. I want you to feel me explode deep inside your cunt."

Mom nodded affirmatively and moaned, "God, I love feeling you cum inside Mommy's pussy, honey!"

I began thrusting my hips up, driving my hard cock deep into her pussy in sync with her downward bouncing. Mom's moans grew louder, as I purred, "Your pussy feels so hot and wet on my cock, Mom. I want to feel you cum on my cock again."

Mom nodded again and purred, "Oh, yes, baby! I'm going to cum so hard in your big hard cock! I'm so close now, baby!"

I continued to thrust up against her, as I moaned out, "I'm getting close too, Mom. Cum on my cock! Cum for me, Mom!"

Mom slammed her hips down, driving my hard cock deep inside her pussy, as she went completely rigid and began to curl in on herself. Her whole body began to shake slightly, as she took in a deep breath. Her pussy clamped down hard on my hard cock, sending me over the edge and causing my cock to explode deep inside her.

Mom finally cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. She shook from head to toe and howled like a banshee. We both stayed still, as we panted for breath. Mom finally dropped her head and looked down at me with a very satisfied smile on her face. She slowly leaned down and sighed as she captured my lips for a lazy kiss. We both sighed into the kiss, as we trailed our hands up and down each other's bodies. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry and we were both enjoying our tender moment together.

After several minutes of lazy kisses and tender touches, our passions began to increase. Our kissing became more intense and passionate. Our hands began to hold each other tighter and with a silent possessiveness. As I snaked a hand to tightly grip her ass cheek, Mom suddenly was hit with a cold chill. She squeaked adorably in surprise when she realized that my cock was still rock hard inside her. Mom froze, broke this kiss, and leaned back, as she stared at me wide-eyed and asked breathlessly, "How are you still this hard, baby?"

I smiled crookedly up at her, squeezed her ass cheeks teasingly, and purred, "Well, Mom, your pussy is still wrapped around my cock, you're still completely naked, and you're sexy as hell, so..."

Mom shook her head in disbelief and breathlessly asked, "You've already cum three times, can you go again?"

I smirked and nodded, as I replied, "Oh, yeah. I can definitely go again with you, sexy."

Mom smiled brightly and looked down between us, as she silently considered this. She then looked back into my eyes with an adorably innocent expression, as she asked, "Can we try doggie style now? I haven't done that in years, honey."

I smacked her ass cheeks and nodded, as I replied, "Oh, I would love to watch your sexy ass cheeks shake as pound your pussy doggie style."

Mom practically gushed, before leaning down and giving me a quick peck on the lips. She then climbed off my lap and got on all fours, before looking over her shoulder at me, grinning excitedly, and shaking her ass, as she said, "Come on then, baby. Pound Mommy's pussy!"

I smirked at her excitement and depravity, as I knelt behind her. I tenderly trailed my hands over her luscious ass cheeks, making Mom moan and shiver. I gripped both cheeks tightly in my hands, as I purred, "Mom, you have an amazingly sexy ass."

Mom gushed, "Thank you, honey."

I then gripped her hip in one hand, grabbed my hard cock with my other, and teasingly trailed my cock head up and down between her pussy lips, as I added, "And your pussy lips are so wet and hot for my cock."

Mom groaned in desire and looked over her shoulder with an expression of desperation on her face, as she pleaded, "My pussy's been wet and hot for you all night, honey. Now, please stop teasing me. I need you to fuck me deep and hard."

With that, I plunged my hard cock deep inside her pussy. Mom cried out in surprise and pleasure, as I gripped her hips tightly and began pounding her pussy. I grunted in pleasure and exertion and Mom howled in pleasure and lust, as I viciously fucked her. Mom began moaning out, "Oh, baby," "Oh, honey," "Fuck me, baby," "Pound my pussy, honey," "Fuck me," and numerous other pleas for more and outbursts of pleasure. I was more than happy to oblige.

I moaned back, "God, baby! I love fucking your pussy!"

Mom was already losing herself to her building orgasm, as she pleaded and moaned, "Oh, baby! Fuck me!"

I began pulling her hips back as I thrust forward, driving my hard cock deeper and harder into her pussy. Mom's moans grew louder and more desperate, as her orgasm grew closer. I knew I wouldn't last long at this pace but I was determined for her to orgasm first. I concentrated on her moans of pleasure to gauge how close she was to orgasm. I moaned loudly when her moans grew in pitch and I felt her pussy tremble around my cock.

I felt a tingle in my cock head as my balls began to draw up, signaling my impending orgasm. Wanting to add to her pleasure and hopefully drive her crazy with lust, I suddenly smacked her ass cheeks and moaned out, "Cum for me, Mom! I want to feel your needy cunt cum all over my hard cock!"

Mom didn't disappoint. She suddenly arched her back, went completely still, and cried out, as her orgasm swept through her. As her pussy clenched around my cock, my orgasm crashed over me. I grunted and moaned, as I plunged my hard cock deep inside her pussy. Mom and I both moaned in pleasure as my hard cock exploded inside her pussy, making us both sigh in satisfaction.

As our strength began to give out, we collapsed into each other's arms. Without a word, we captured each other's lips for a deep kiss. We clung to each other and kissed, as our need to hold each other close overwhelmed us. Needing to voice my feelings, I moaned into the kiss, "Mom, I love you so much. You're so fucking sexy."

Mom was practically in tears, as she moaned back, "I love you too, baby. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

We trailed our hands up and down each other's bodies, needing to feel every inch of each other. Neither of us was getting worked up, but we were so overcome with emotion after everything we've been through and after tonight that we both needed to voice our feelings. I sighed into the kiss and moaned, "I want to end every day just like this from now on, Mom. I want you naked, in my arms, and filled with my cum. How does that sound?"

Mom nodded subtly and seemed even more overwhelmed by her emotions than I was, as she sobbed, "Yes, baby! I want that so much. I've never felt so loved and complete before."

We both moaned into the kiss, as we tightened our grips on each other. Without saying anything, I rolled us over into the missionary position, as Mom instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. I doubt either of us expected more sex, but we both felt how possessive we were becoming toward each other and needed to express ourselves however we could. Mom began to grind her pussy against my crotch and drag her fingers up and down my back, as she clung to me. I ground my crotch back into her, as I trailed my hands down to grip her ass cheeks and pull her tighter against me.

We were both moaning into the kiss and basically going on instinct, as we moved against each other. Amazingly, I felt my cock begin to stiffen again, as we ground together. We both moaned as our movements brought my cock back to full hardness. Without a word, I maneuvered my hips to let my hard cock slip back inside my mother's pussy, making us both moan in satisfaction. As we both sighed at the feeling, I moaned softly, "This is where we belong, Mom, naked in each other's arms with my hard cock deep in your pussy."

Mom nodded again and tightened her arms and legs around my body, as she moaned, "Oh, yes, honey! I can't believe how hard and how many times you've made me orgasm. But I still need more."

I tightened my grip on her ass cheeks, as I moaned, "I know. I don't see us leaving the house any time soon, Mom. I'm going to fuck or lick you every chance I have. I want to keep you filled with my cum."

Mom nodded slightly and purred, "Mmm... and I want to suck and ride your cock every time it gets hard. I've never felt so complete as I do when you're inside me. I've orgasmed so hard when I feel your cum exploding inside me."

We deepened our kiss but kept our pace slow and steady, as we enjoyed our serene lovemaking. Mom sighed into the kiss, as her pussy trembled around my hard cock. I moaned in pleasure and purred, "Mmm... Mom, your pussy's going crazy on my cock."

Mom nodded slightly and intensified the kiss, as she moaned softly. We stopped talking and enjoyed ourselves. Mom continued to roll her hips against me, as I slowly fucked her. We clung possessively to each other and would trail our hands over each other's bodies from time to time. In no time, Mom stiffened beneath me and let out a long-winded moan into the kiss. I felt her pussy clench around my cock, before a flood of juices flowed over my cock.

Mom sighed in satisfaction, before breaking the kiss, leaning her head back, and staring at me with deep emotion in her eyes, as she purred, "Honey, I can't believe how hard you make me orgasm and how many times. Your hard cock feels amazing inside me."

I smiled down at her and kept the same pace of fucking her, as I purred, "Can you imagine our happily ever after, Mom? You and I fucking like bunnies in every room of the house. Me coming home every day from college and you swallowing my hard cock to welcome me home. Us taking vacations together as a couple and everyone assuming that we're newlyweds because of our sexual appetites towards each other. The two of us falling asleep naked in each other's arms from exhaustion and waking up the next morning for more sex."

Mom's eyes almost glazed over as I described our future. Her pussy clenched around my hard cock, as she moaned in approval. She slowly nodded and held my gaze, as she purred, "You and I attending one of the snooty neighborhood events and all the while we're subtly touching, teasing, and touching without anyone suspecting our incestuous relationship. Going out on dates and having you pull me somewhere semi-private so you can lick my pussy or fuck me until I howl in orgasm, then returning to our date, as everyone sees the blush on my cheeks, our giddy attitudes, and our rumpled clothing, knowing that we'd just fucked. Us renting the honeymoon suite in hotels from now on and putting it to good use."

I smiled wider and nodded at her, before adding, "You seeing some woman eying me or trying to hit on me, all the while knowing that I only have eyes for you. Me ignoring them completely, kissing you passionately, and telling you how fucking sexy you are."

Mom swooned at my description and looked on the verge of joyous tears. She then tightened her arms and legs around me, dug her fingers into my skin, and steeled her gaze, as she practically ordered, "Now pump my pussy full of cum, baby! Fill Mommy with all of your hot baby juice! I want you to exhaust yourself inside me, baby!"

I smirked above her, before plunging my hard cock deep inside her. Mom moaned loudly, as I bottomed out deep inside her. I then set a punishing pace, as I fucked her pussy. Mom howled in pleasure and moaned out in encouragement, "Yes, baby! Fuck my pussy! Break Mommy's pussy with that wonderful cock! Oh, god, baby, you're so amazing in bed! Fill me up, baby! Show Mommy how much you love me!"

I grunted and did as she ordered, as I continued to batter her pussy. The speed and force of my thrusts were rocking the bed. Mom was howling in pleasure as she clung to me. Feeling the need to talk dirty to her, I moaned out, "I'm going to fill your pussy with my hot cum, Mom. You love feeling my hard cock pumping baby juice into your needy pussy, don't you? I bet incest has become your new favorite hobby. I certainly intend to pound your pussy and make you scream in orgasm every chance I get."

Mom continued to howl in pleasure and immediately cried out, "Yes, baby, pump Mommy's cunt full of your hot cum. Fill me up, honey. I love fucking you, baby. I want you to pound my pussy whenever your beautiful cock gets hard."

I could already feel my orgasm drawing near and knew this would be my last orgasm of the night. I wanted Mom to orgasm with me, so I purred seductively, "Mom, you're so fucking hot and sexy. You looked so elegant and sophisticated tonight. You have no idea how hard my cock has been for you. Your big breasts, luscious ass, and sexy legs, had me wanting to strip you naked and show you how a real loving husband treats his beautiful wife. I want you to cum on my cock again, Mom. I want your pussy to tremble and explode, as I fill you with my hot cum. Cum for me, Mom."

Mom tightened her legs around my waist, dug her fingernails into my back, and ground against me, as she howled in ecstasy. She then pleaded, "Now, honey! I'm so close! Cum now!"

I grunted and buried my hard cock deep inside her, as I exploded. My cock twitched and jerked, as I bathed her insides with another load of hot cum. Mom buried her face in my neck and cried out, as her body shook beneath me. I could feel her pussy trembling and clenching, as her orgasm flowed through her.

We stayed in this position until our orgasms had subsided. Mom then began kissing her way up my neck and across my jaw, until our lips met in a very satisfied kiss. I held her tightly as I rolled us to the side. She giggled and pulled her body tighter against mine, as we enjoyed our blissful moment. As I tenderly ran my hands up and down her naked body, Mom purred into the kiss, "You're amazing, honey."

I gripped her ass cheek in one hand and playfully squeezed, as I replied, "So are you, sexy."

Mom swooned at this and settled against my side, as we both began drifting off to sleep.