Can't Hold Back

I needed to fuck my mom. I hadn't ever felt anything other than normal feelings towards her, until I came home early from an afternoon class that had been cancelled. I was 19, and still living at home while going to college in town. I had wanted to move out as soon as I graduated high school but we just couldn't afford that and college, not when my childhood home was 20 minutes from school.

The day my whole life changed, I was a little annoyed to have gone all the way to campus only for class to be cancelled 10 minutes before it started, but it meant I had enough time to go back home before baseball practice. When I opened the front door, I heard my father grunting and thought he was probably working out, only to realize I was wrong, when I heard the sweet melody of female moans.

I was instantly filled with rage. I don't know if I just couldn't fathom my mom and dad getting it on in the middle of the day, or if I thought my mother was supposed to be at work, but I was convinced my dad was here fucking some chick in their bed. I stomped angrily into the hallway that led to my parent's bedroom, full of fire, ready to confront my dad and catch him in the act of destroying our perfect family and taking advantage of my giving mother.

As I turned the corner, my field of vision tunneled to the open door, and I saw only my fathers feet, and a bouncing perky ass, riding his cock. My blood rushed and my face felt hot, as his grunts turned to moans and her heavy breaths increased. I stopped in my tracks when she planted her hands on his chest and her shoulder blades raised her torso up off of his, and I saw the first tattoo I ever remember seeing; the blue flowers that adorned my mother's left shoulder. My blood continued to race through my veins, one in particular. My hard cock caught my attention when it became painfully tight inside the leg of my jeans.

I was captivated by her body. The motion and the sounds that came out of her... I had never imagined she would be like this. I studied her rib cage, and her narrow waist, the muscles in her back that flexed and released in time with her sensual and skillful ride.

Her ass never stopped pumping and her moaning chorus increased as she whipped her head back to gasp for air. The waist length auburn hair I had admired my entire life snapped like a whip against her back and flowed over her writhing body. My fingers were numb and I nearly dropped my backpack, before I over-corrected and gripped tight. Luckily my mom's whines and gasps covered the sound of my hiss when I felt how hard I was unconsciously squeezing my needy erection.

My fathers toes curled and he grabbed her hips to slam her pelvis down on to his, trying to bury his seed as deep in her as when they made me. Her whines intensified in their final strokes, I can only assume in reaction to him emptying his load inside her, but they almost sounded like protests, as if she didnt want it to end.

She rolled off of his gasping body and I darted towards the stairs, sure that within moments, either or both of them would see my staring, half lidded eyes, and my hard cock straining my jeans. I climbed the stairs and slipped passed my brother's room and into my own. I shut the door with my back and dropped my bag on the floor, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pant and dug my cock out of my pant leg. I stroked my hand over the ridge of my head and collected my pooling precum as I imagined my mother's wet cunt sliding on and off of my thick dick. I fucked my hand the way I wanted to fuck the woman that had just been riding my dad.

Suddenly it was me. I was laying on my back, watching the tits I can't remember bounce, as her ass slammed repeatedly into my lap. I made her moan and gasp as I sat us both up and grabbed a fistful of long hair, wrapping it around my hand and pulling to expose her slender neck to me. As I heard her pleasure filled cries increase to screaming the name she gave me, my load shot through my cock quicker than I was ready for, and I shook as I came over the floor and my dropped pants.

Ever since, I've tried to ignore my disgusting incestuous desires. It would have been possible if it weren't for America's full embrace of "athleisure" and incest porn. Watching her do housework in skintight yoga pants and mow the lawn in a sports bra, and having to scroll past "MILF stepmom helps son jack off" videos when trying to find anything other than her to cum to, seriously stunted my sexual development. I cursed every mother-erection I got, and had to fight to keep her out of all my masturbatory fantasies.

My father sat me down a few months ago to ask me if I was gay. I was taken off guard, afraid he was going to confront me about the way I looked at, and lusted after his wife when I thought no one was looking. When it turned out to be just my dad being more involved than i ever remember him being, I breathed a sigh of relief and had to stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Definitely not, dad."

"Alright.. Well you know it's okay if you are.. It's just that your mother noticed that you stopped dating a few years ago. You don't bring girls to the house anymore, and since you broke up with Catherine, you haven't dated anyone seriously. Your brother, while he doesn't have.. the best taste in girls, he does bring them around and falls in love every other month."

We shared a laugh at my brother's awful girlfriend decisions and me even more so at hearing what my dad thought of them. He was a reserved man, discrete and modest. Him saying Cal didnt have the best taste in women was his version of calling them the "C" word.

"We just want to make sure you're okay... living life and having fun. You're too young to be heartbroken over Catherine if thats what it is.. and it's been two and a half years, we thought you'd be over her." He said with as much concern as, the wet noodle that he was, could muster.

"I am over her... it's not that." It's the woman that makes all of my meals, cleans our house, makes sure all of us have everything we need, and a body I want to crawl back inside... "It's nothing really... you guys are right, I'm just too young to be heartbroken.. I date.. sort of, and have fun, but I don't want to be in a serious relationship right now, thats all." I replied.

His brow furrowed in thoughtful consideration and he nodded slightly, raising up and walking away, apparently the conversation was over. I wasn't lying really, I did sort of date and have fun. I never brought girls home because I didn't want anyone realizing that I had a type, and how familiar that type was. I didn't want anyone to suspect that as I shoved my cock repeatedly into pussies attached to girls that looked enough like my mom to get my dick hard, that I was imagining it was her I was fucking. I didn't want anyone to realize that I very rarely fucked the same girl twice, because in the end they were never my mom, or never were the fantasy I'd built up around her for the past few years.

My dad bought the story, but I wondered if my mom would. As much as he was modest, reserved, and non-confrontational, she was loving and observant and deep. I had wondered before why they never fought.. my friends' parents fought even in front of us, but our parents? It was quiet, always. I saw disapproving glances from dad, or mom correcting behavior that he would deem inappropriate. There was even minimal discipline to us. Mom would occasionally yell, and ground us, but dad never seemed to want to get involved.

I think that was what surprised me most when I walked in on them. I know it should have been the repulsion of watching my parents fuck, but mostly, I was amazed so much sexual energy and raw animal fuck was locked away inside my mother. I knew her tattoo was from before they were together, and my father disapproved if it, but I wondered since seeing her that way, how much of her wild, firey, nature had been stamped out by my father. I wondered what I didn't know about her, and it added to the fantasy. I couldn't imagine how people so seemingly different could be happy together... but part of me was sure it was fueled by my jealousy of wanting to move in on his woman.

There were times I thought she wanted me too, knowing I was probably reading too much into it, but wanting to believe. I caught her watching me and my college buddies playing basketball on the driveway shirtless and thought I saw lust in her eyes as they stayed glued to me. She would always ask me to help with the laundry or groceries and never my brother. The time I was most convinced, was the way she hugged me when we were alone out on the back porch on my last birthday. I had announced to everyone the day before, that I'd gotten a job and found an apartment I could afford, and would be setting out on my own a few months after college graduation. Mom had made a big deal about being proud of the man I had become. The next night on my birthday, she had made my favorite dinner and a delicious cake, going way over the top. After we had stuffed ourselves, I went out on the back porch to enjoy the spring air, when mom came out to deliver another piece of cake to me, with a single candle.

"I already blew out my candles..." I said teasing her for being so sentimental.

"I know... but sometimes," she said softly as her hand covered the flame to protect it, "men have different wishes than boys, and they're usually secrets. So, as a man about to set out, you should make your man wish... your secret wish.. all alone, here in the dark... where secrets live." She looked into my eyes seriously and I stared into hers as hot wax dripped onto my icing. She swallowed hard under the intensity, and raised the cake up between us. I only opened my mouth enough to blow, never taking my eyes off hers, even through the dancing line of smoke between us.

I was telling her, in my stare, that she was the only thing I had wished for, for years. She broke before I did, stepping close to me, pressing her body into mine as she hugged me like a woman, not like a mother, and whispered, "happy birthday, baby" in my ear. I had become good at not letting myself grope her body the way I really wanted to whenever she was close, but this was pushing it. I kept my hand tastefully on her lower back and held her firmly. She set the cake on the railing and turned to go back inside and finish cleaning up from the family dinner she had carefully planned and painstakingly cooked.

How in the hell would I ever find a woman that would take care of me the way she does? She loves me like no one else ever will... and I dare to want more.

I was laying awake with a hard, throbbing, red cock, refusing to touch myself because of how I got it. Mom looked particularly hot tonight, and for some reason had put on music while she cooked dinner. She used to do that all the time when we were young, but somewhere along the line she stopped and cooked dinner with the sound of sports on the living room T. V. as her only companion. She sang with her beautiful voice and shook her hips back and forth as she stirred the contents of the deep saucepan, and licked the spoon to taste. I didn't care if anyone saw me watching this time, I wouldn't miss seeing her enjoy herself.

My cock started to deflate sometime during dinner but the smell of her hair as I kissed her goodnight on the cheek, brought it all back. For a long time I'd avoided those kisses and family moments that brought our bodies into close proximity, but lately I had started to give in. I didnt have to resist much longer, I knew I was moving away soon, and wasn't going to miss my last opportunities to kiss and touch her. I think she enjoyed the affection, she always looked into my eyes with care when I gave it to her. Besides, I don't think I had much of a choice. The lust festering inside me was breaking down all the good, gentlemanly, parts of me. I often felt, I was on the brink of taking her, without regard to the repercussions. Letting out little bits of it was keeping the dam from breaking.

I heard the T. V. still on downstairs and assumed, as usual, dad was in his place on the couch, binging his latest show, while mom cleaned or folded laundry. It was late, but I couldn't sleep, I needed a drink or something to distract me. I popped on my shorts and felt a little relief that movement sent blood to other parts of my body.

My relief was short-lived when I came to the landing halfway down the stairs. I looked into the living room to see my mother's naked body, lit by the strobing light of the T. V., reclined slightly on the couch, with one leg on the ottoman, and one heel resting on my father's back. Her arms were outstretched in front of her, pushing her tits together, as she gripped my father's hair in fists and bit her lip. His arms were wrapped around her thighs and his fingers were splayed out as wide as they could be, trying to caress as much of her body as he could while he ate her quivering pussy.

She traded his hair for hers as she stretched and writhed, grinding her wet pussy against his face. I was so disappointed I couldn't hear the wet slurp of her cunt over the noise of the television, sure that sound would come with me to my grave. I hoped it would be loud enough to cover my involuntary groans as I made the decision to finally touch myself. I pushed the waistband of my shorts down and let the cool air touch my hot, neglected, erection before cupping and tugging slightly at my tip.

Mom's head lolled onto the back of the couch and I saw the mask of pleasure I'd never seen on her before and felt emboldened not to step out of sight. She had her eyes closed, and I didn't care anymore if she opened them and saw her half naked son, stroking his cock to her pleasure. It did remind me of where I was though, and I took a glance up the bannister towards Cal's room to make sure he wasn't witnessing my perverted spy on our parents. When I looked back my dad was shaking his head and my mom was bucking more wildly. I dont know how long they were at it before I witnessed, but it seemed incredibly fast for her to already be about to cum. Her face looked twisted and I wanted to change it myself. I wanted to see the woman I wanted to fuck, look down at me between her legs and beg me to make her cum through squeaks and whines.

Suddenly her head shot back to looking down her body at him, as he stopped suddenly and walked toward her on his knees. He lined his hard cock up to her entrance and started pushing in. She moaned slow and readjusted herself to make it feel better. She held his face as he looked into her eyes and fucked her slow. It was romantic, but I could tell from my mother's clenched fists, she needed more, and fuck did I want to give it to her.

I edged the entire time my dad seemingly took what he wanted from my mom's body. Occasional glances to Cal's room to ensure I was alone, stole my attention for split seconds, one of which, I tuned back into my familial sex show, only to see my mother's eye's looking straight into mine. Her mouth opened in a gasp and I'm sure, in order to warn my father, but it was frozen that way when she saw my hard cock out, being stroked, and the look of desire in my eyes, above my forefinger in front of my lips, willing her to be quiet.

I'm sure she could see that I was fucking my hand in time with my father's every entry into her heat, and after a few glances trying to decide whether to look into my eyes or her baby boy's manhood, she felt the final strokes of her husband's impatient cock. She turned her face away from me and buried it in his neck as he came inside her.

She planted little tender kissing along him as he slipped out of her and flopped from his knees back onto the couch. She hurried away without looking back to me, not willing to acknowledge what happened. She returned in a night dress to clean his cock with a warm wet towel and cover him up with a blanket, before kissing him and walking into their master suite.

I looked at the pole jutting out from my midsection and became drunk with the lust. I had horny courage, and I don't know who it was inside me, but he was determined. I finished descending the stairs and got my drink of water, until the sound of dad snoring gave me the permission I needed. I strode into their bedroom only to find it empty with a closed door to the bathroom.

I pulled open the bathroom doors to reveal my mother in the bathtub as it filled up.

"Mark! What are you doing?" she shouted quietly at me as she attempted to cover what was not distorted by bath water. "Your father is"-

"Asleep on the couch.. of course." I said, shutting the door behind me and trying not to let my contempt show.

"You.. You saw.. I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have been doing that out there in the common room... how... how much did you see?" She asked embarrassed and unsure if she really wanted the answer as she snuck peeks at my still very present erection. I walked slowly towards the bath as I ran my fingers through my matching auburn hair and knelt beside her.

"Long enough to know he didn't make you cum." I said as I reached into the warm water near her thigh.

"Don't talk like that honey... It's not right." She said as she tightened up her legs, astonished by what was going on with me. My warm wet hand touched her bent knee and she flinched away. I held steady, grazing, fingers first, along the inside of her creamy smooth thighs. She looked scared and suspiciously at me as her legs closed shut, stopping my fingers' journey.

"Open." I said to her sternly as I put pressure on the crease. She took a ragged breath and clenched her jaw, clearly battling with herself, and stared me down before giving the slightest millimeter of space back to me. I looked into both her eyes, and said nothing as I brought my other hand to her knee and forced her thighs as open as the tub would allow. Reaching into the water, I raked my nails down her thigh and waved water against her sensitive clit.

She moaned and whined and watched me do it, taking solace in the fact we weren't actually touching... for now. She started to close her knees and look away in shame at what her son had seen and was doing to her. When my strong hand stopped her.

"Mark.." she said quietly protesting, so unused to having to fight.

"I said.. Open." I ordered, while gazing straight into her eyes. Her cheeks flushed as did her chest and she slowly opened her legs. She liked being commanded.. I wondered if she craved assertiveness after years of quick milk-toast fucks from my father. Wondered if she needed to be told what to do after having to decide everything all the time. She looked ashamed of her obedience and maybe her mutual desire for me.

Instead of splashing more water against her throbbing clit, I made contact. She gasped quietly and whimpered as my fingers made contact with her sensitivity. I cupped and rubbed her whole sex while pulsing my middle finger against her entrance, feeling the indescribable difference between the slickness of her pussy juice that is so distinct from water.

I grabbed her by her nape hairs and held her forehead to mine as we took more and more labored breaths. My thumb snuck between my hand and her and started applying pressure to her hardening clit as my fingers tested the wetness required for entry. I looked out the top of my eyes at her to find her staring back. I rubbed her clit twice more before using her hair to force her head to look at her pussy.

"Watch it happen..." She let out a restrained whimper as I slowly pushed my middle two fingers inside of her clenching walls until my outside fingers stopped me from going any further. She grabbed at my arm and covered her mouth to keep from wailing and I encouraged her by wiggling my digits. I didn't want to get caught but I wanted to hear what I was doing to her.

I started caressing inside her, relishing the risk I was taking and hoping it wasn't the last time I'd get to push her past the limits of what was acceptable. My thumb circled her bundle of nerves and fingers began to curl in just the right spot inside her. I pulled her hair back so that her head was hanging over the bath and I licked her neck from collar bone to chin. Her tase was exquisite. She was salty from being fucked, wet from the steam of the bath and her own flavor ran through her and onto my tongue. My turn to moan and growl.

"Mm!, Maa. Maarrk!!!" She started to whine louder which made my excited fingers work harder for my loving mom.

"Shhh. Don't wake dad.... Cum quietly for your boy and I promise I'll make you scream another time." Her pussy clamped down at my words and I knew this couldn't be the first time she had felt a spark of desire for the very same thing.

"Yes, baby. Anything for... for.. my baby." She tried to say through the extreme angle at which I bent her neck, and her efforts not to moan.

"Yeah. You'll do anything for me won't you?" I said in her ear before shoving my tongue into it and tasting a hint of wax. She tried to nod with my hand holding her hair and my forehead pressed hard into her face. I doubled my speed, fingering her pussy teasing her with ripples of water over her very close clit, until her hips started to buck. I bit her neck and released her hair so she could cum how she needed to, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder to pinch her far nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I rubbed her g-spot with everything I had, so much more difficult underwater, but there was no way I would stop before she came.

"That's right you will.. Such a good Mommy.." I praised her wriggling body with a pinch that caused her to squeal too loudly. I dropped her nipple quickly and covered her mouth with my hand. The echo of the water splashing around my forearm as I roughly and repeatedly stroked the button inside her, was deafeningly loud considering how volatile it could be if we were caught. The little waves distorted my view of her lower body, but the way it made the water splash against her tits and decorate her chest with beads of water made up for it.

I felt her heavy breaths on my fingers get more desperate and saw her eyes begin to roll back into her head as her pussy squeezed at my fingers. Her hands gripped the edge of the bath and her legs wobbled as she approached her explosion.

"Give it to me." "Yes, yes.. Yes YES!" I said, greedy to finally get a piece of what I'd wanted for so long. She looked into my eyes over my white knuckled fingers covering her mouth with pleasure, need, surprise, lust, insecurity... everything. I looked back at her with love.

She fell apart and started shaking in time with the convulsions squeezing my fingers. Her muffled moans threatened to empty my balls and I wondered how long it had been since someone had made her cum like I just had. I was dangerously close and feared letting go of her cunt or her mouth but needed attention. I pushed into the cold enamel of the tub, but even the shock was adding to my rush. I'd just made my mom cum, in the room next to my dad, with my fingers and she'd loved it, needed it.

She flexed her final spasms and I decided to let go of her cumhole. I stood, hunched over with my arm still wrapped around her head, my bicep twisting her face away from me slightly, and fisted my cock. I brought it out before her wide eyes and let the hot water and my mother's juicy orgasm lubricate my stroking hand. It was only one or two pumps before I felt my balls tighten, cum rush through my dick and kick out at her.

As I grunted quietly, she ripped her head out of my firm clutch so that she could watch. The first shot landed between her tits, and the remaining ejaculations marbled the surface of her bath water before sinking into it, the biggest globs going first. We watched it together as we recovered from our separate orgasms. I made sure, as I held her head in place.

"You're going to sit in it." I whispered in her ear after I caught my breath. "Sit in the bathwater with our cum until your fingers are pruney." She blushed and looked away but finally glanced up at me with a filthy look in her eye and nodded.

"Anything for you, baby." she said softly as she sunk into our cum tub, satisfied. I bent and looked at the red marks on her face from where I'd manhandled her and couldn't wait to mark the rest of her body. I dragged my fingers through the first shot of cum that landed on her chest and painted her with the little bit that the water hadn't stolen. Then I pressed my whole hand into the cum smear before holding my mother's face and getting her to look into my eyes.

"Goodnight, mom. I love you." I said as I noticed that I had deposited some white jizz onto her face in the process.

"I love you too, darling." She said automatically as she always did, and I could see the dilemma it arose inside her. I found a towel and dried my arms and chest as she watched. Striding to her, I bent and kissed her on the cheek tenderly, and went to my room without another word.

I woke in the morning to the smell of bacon, and my mother's lovely voice singing in the kitchen. I say I woke, but I dont think I slept at all, reliving fingering my mother to orgasm over and over. I had a baseball game today, it was really not the night to get no rest, but I didn't care. I felt like I had the strength and energy of 1000 men.

I put on my workout shirt that best displayed my muscles and went downstairs to find my dad at the breakfast table with a paper and my mom rushing around setting the table and getting drinks. 'Should have worn different shorts. I'm not going to be able to be around her without getting hard.. even more than before...' I thought.

She looked at me and it hurt. She looked scared, insecure, guilty, and anxious. It hurt me that she felt that after last night... she seemed so happy before she saw me. She plastered on a smile and waved her hand towards the table

"I made your favorite, honey. You need your strength today." she said with her fake smile. I showed her on my face how I felt and made my way to the table. Dad wished me a good morning and good luck at my game before excusing himself to the bathroom.

"Mark... Last night.." I shot a glare at her.

"What about last night, mom?" I asked defensively.

"We shouldn't have.. We can't.. I'm so sorry, it's.. I should have been stronger. I'm the adult, and I shouldn't have given in to my impulses. It's.. wrong. I feel.. I'm sorry. We tempted you, fooling around in the living room, I should have..." she blabbed on.

"Mom. Stop." I said wrapping my arms around her, innocently this time. "I've wanted you for years." I whispered. "It wasn't your decision or your fault. I was going to have you... no matter what." She looked at me surprised because that is not the boy she raised, and surprised that her son would have no trouble admitting this.

"But"- she protested and I spanked her to shut her up.

"This is not it. I want more... and mommy gives me what I want... Right?" I asked her in the same voice I used when I coaxed out her orgasm. As I stared into her eyes with the same seriousness and intensity I knew would control her and held her tight, she took a deep shaky breath and nodded. I clawed my fingers against her hip, telling her I wanted more right now.

"Thank you for breakfast, mom. It smells delicious." I said with a deep inhale of her rather than the prepared meal.

"What are you guys doing?" I startled at the sound of my brother's voice.

"Thanking mom for breakfast. You should try it sometime." I chastised him as I let go of my borderline inappropriate grip on her. She grazed my strong arms and sighed as we separated.

"Oh, thanks mom!" Cal hollered, already dressed in his own uniform, even though his game started an hour and a half after mine.

"Your welcome boys. Eat up." She said with a genuine smile until she saw the fire in my eyes at a command she'd given me a million times that now had a whole new meaning to me.

We said goodbye to my dad and Cal who had to drive separately to Cal's later game 45 min away, and headed off to my game. As she drove I couldn't help but stare at her every move. I had kept myself from doing it for so long, and now that she knew, I was going to indulge. I leaned over the console and grabbed for her neck to suck and lick, only to be met with her hand pushing me away.

"We can't in public Mark. Too many people know who we are, not just your dad and Cal, we... If we do.. this.. We have to have rules."

"You do want to do this though, don't you? It isn't just me, is it?" I asked wondering how much we were sharing or how much I was taking. She paused for too long, it started to make me sweat.

"It's not just you... I.. Oh god." She said looking away from me, unable to meet my eyes and own her shame. "I have.. had thoughts about you before... I wouldn't have tried to do anything about it for your sake, but when you were so.. assertive about it.. it was hard for me to deny." She admitted reluctantly.

"You have thought about me before?" I asked, wanting to have my ego stroked by my mother and by a woman I wanted.

"Yes... you're.. Very attractive.. and you just.. I think you and I share something that... your father and Cal don't.. I feel like we have a bond because of it. We see people. I see you and I feel like you see me. You thank me for things, you pick up the slack even before I ask, you comfort me when I need it... You're such a good boy." She looked at me with a twinkle and a little smirk at the last admission.

She was right, I did see her. Cal and dad paid attention to themselves, mom and I paid attention to everyone. She saw me too. She knew something was wrong when I was having trouble with Catherine. She makes my favorite meals when she can tell I've had a bad day. She covers for me when she senses I need it.

I slid my hand over to her thigh and rested it there, returning her smile.

"So you think I'm attractive, huh?" I joked and we both laughed.

Standing in the outfield I looked into the stands at where my mom was sitting. Her eyes had been glued to me for the past 4 innings. No matter where I was or what else was going on, those sunglasses were pointed in my direction. It made me feel hot. I wanted to show off for her, but it felt silly. Showing off for my mom. She would love me whether I won or lost, and by the way she was looking at me, she would fuck me either way too.

The bottom of the 6th, there were 2 on, I was at bat, and had 1 strike. I loaded up and swung hard, only for the ball to end up in foul territory.

"Come on baby." I heard shouted from the 3rd base line seats. A voice that warmed my stomach and pumped my chest full of pride. The adrenaline of her calling me "baby" in front of the whole stadium the way she had when my fingers were buried inside her and my tongue was tasting her neck last night, made my heart race. The pitcher wound up and released. I swung and the crack of the ball against my bat told me it was going far. One voice in all the cheers and applause stood out as I rounded 1st, still watching my sailing homer. My smile was ear to ear as I stomped on 2nd base and looked into the stands to see my mom, on her feet, clapping and wailing and cheering my name. I winked at her as I rounded 3rd and headed towards my teammates who were lined up to welcome me home.

"Heads up." I said as I tossed my home run ball to my mother who was leaning on the hood of her car waiting for me. She looked up just in time to catch it with a huge smile.

"wha.. it's not signed?" She asked incredulously, to which I laughed and grabbed her up in a full body hug. She wrapped her arms around my ribs and squeezed tight. "I'm so proud of you baby."

She said low to me, making me growl with need in response. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the drivers side of the car and opened her door. She started to get in, but I stopped her with a yank to her arm. She looked at me questioningly.

"Your baby boy just won the ballgame... I want a kiss." I said quietly. She looked at me with hard eyes for wanting to break rules she had only just set, and I returned her look with an even harder one. I raised my brow at her expectantly, to which she looked around the car to see who was nearby. I rested my elbow and forearm on the car door and removed my hat. I held it by the brim and shielded us from the sliver of view between the heavily tinted windows. She looked back at me a little afraid before I grabbed her neck and lifted her face to mine. My gut was exploding as I licked the seam of the lips that had kissed me thousands of times, knowing this one would be altogether different. She opened and accepted me, pushing her lips onto mine as my tongue tasted hers. She touched mine delicately before it seemed her own dam broke and she turned her head and sucked my lips and tongue in relentlessly. We were attacking each other's mouths until I felt her hand on my chest, pushing me away.

"Get in." She ordered and closed the door behind her. I knew we were going home to an empty house and my cock turned to steel.

When we pulled into the driveway, we both jumped out of the car, her faster than me as I had to take time to force my bare cock back into my uniform pants after my mom had stroked it the whole way home. Her soft hands pulling at my loose skin and applying delicious pressure around my glans had me moaning unrestricted and gripping the car handles.

If i had gotten that experienced treatment from any other chick, I would have cum already, but I fought it hard, knowing all of my fantasies were about to become reality. Mom was holding the front door open for me, calling out Cal and my father's names to make sure they were not home.

As I approached the door, I started unbuttoning my jersey from the top down, as I walked through it to where my mom was stood, still holding the handle. I spun to face her and slammed the door shut. My body crowded her space as I walked her backwards and slammed her against the closed door, all the while staring into her eyes that looked at me with a hint of the real her, the wild her.

She was tall, especially for a woman, but she had to look up to her son and my hulking body sandwiching her between the door, let her know she wasn't going anywhere I didn't want her to. Luckily, she didn't look like she wanted to run.

I grabbed her face and pointed it at mine and watched her reaction as my hand dove into the front of her tight pants and pressed hard onto her clit. She gasped even though I had her by the jaw, and when she did, I poured my tongue and desire into her mouth. She groaned around my invading muscle and my heart pounded.

I let go of her face and started grabbing at her body the way I had wanted to for so long, every time she brought me a snack or asked me to help her carry a laundry basket. Her tits were so soft and pillowy, her waist was slender and flared out to delicious hips that I sunk my fingers into. I raised my hands up her waist, taking her shirt with them until it was over her tits. With both hands I yanked the cups of her bra down to expose my long-ago milk sacks to me again. I groaned when I saw her dusky pink nipples, hard on top of her perfectly round and puffy areolae. I took the left into my man mouth and sucked for her this time. She whimpered and shook, overwhelmed I assume, by memories and intense feelings. I slid my middle finger into her pussy then and she squealed. I couldn't stop myself from biting down on it as her cries sent a rush through me. I wanted so much right now, so much from her and with her, but I couldn't do anything more before I was inside her.

Her nipple slipped out of my mouth with a sucking pop as I stared into her eyes. I bent slightly to peel her leggings off of her perfect ass when I noticed my pants were undone and my cock was free, standing at attention. I looked to my mom, who was wearing a mischievous smile.

I bared her ass and pussy, pushing her pants only down to her knees. I continued rubbing her clit and kissed up her body to her ear. She was breathing heavily and running her hands over my shoulders. She tried to unbutton my shirt when I'd had enough.

I pushed and pulled opposing shoulders to spin her around in place. As soon as she was facing the door and her ass was on display for me, I pushed into her body hard, knocking her into the door. She yelped and reached up to push off of it, but before she knew it her wrists were in my hands and being pinned to the door up above her head.

I nuzzled my head against hers and took a long deep smell of her hair as I wet my cock with spit.

"I need you. Now. I want more.. but I need this." I said as I rubbed my wet tip between her legs, seeking her heat.

"Take me baby." She whispered. I bent at the knee slightly to get aligned and when I was dipping in a pool, I pushed. I didn't thrust or fuck, I just pushed inside of her slowly and steadily until I was all the way inside her.

I let go of her wrists and laced her fingers in mine, still pinning her in place. We both sighed and groaned at the most taboo feeling we could ever experience. My mother was full of her son's cock. We stayed, relishing in the feeling. I lowered my head to rest on her and bit her tattooed shoulder, claiming her true, wild, self, as mine.

She was so tight around me, and she let me know I was bigger than dad, by her discomfort. I pulled out and thrust back in, punctuated by a little cry from her sweet mouth. I released a hand to grab her hip and step back, bringing her with me. I pushed on her lower back arching it, and presenting her ass to me. A groan left my chest as I shoved into her deep and hard and faster than she was expecting. Fucking her made me go into a frenzy that lost my mind and my wits and made me feel nothing other than my mother's wet heat I wanted to lose myself in.

I came back to reality enough to hear her scream and it only spurred me on. She didn't scream like that with my dad, she barely moaned loud enough to hear in another room. Right now our house was ringing with her wails of pleasure.

I spanked her ass meat hard to watch it jiggle and feel the contractions of her pussy on my cock. I bent forward over her and grabbed the front of her neck from behind, using it as a handle to stand her up and shove her back into the door. I let go of her hip with my next thrust and reached around to rub her orgasm button. Keeping hold of her neck, I pushed my big body into hers, hardly able to stand. I slowed my strokes, letting her feel every slow inch of my cock fill and empty her.

"Fuck Mom. You feel... so fucking good." I groaned into her ear as she gasped for breath, grateful for a reprieve from my relentless thrusting. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to jackhammer her resistance away, break her down and make her need me as much as I need her.

It was already working, she whined and tried to look back at me as she pushed her ass back, engulfing my cock faster than my next thrust. I moaned at her desire and need.

"Let me make you feel good baby." She begged, all high-pitched and breathy as she delivered another short slide on and off of my rod, unable to do much with me restricting her movements.

"Mmmmhm.. that's right. Fuck your baby." I said as I let go of her neck and clit and planted my hands on the door above both of our heads, taking a step back, and giving her the space she needed to fuck me. Her hands pushed against the door, and her hips started rolling until her juicy ass slammed into my pelvis, earning her a massive groan from deep inside me.

I could never have imagined it would feel this good. Never imagined her sleeve would be so tight, that I would feel my mother's wetness coating my balls as her heat swallowed and released me. With each contraction, each roll of her hips, I realized I never wanted to go another day without her ridged velvet walls caressing my hard cock.

When I heard the door rattling on its hinges, I realized she was panting rather than screaming and that just wouldn't do. On her next push back into me, I thrust forward, punching the end of her and hearing her delicious cry. I met each following one with the same intensity. It felt like going home, knocking at the door of her womb.

"I can't.. believe... you're still going." she whimpered out between poundings.

"I've dreamt about this for years... Every time I came, I came for you... I'm not ready for it to be over... I'll fuck you... for as long as I'd like." I said in her ear as she moaned sweetly at the dirty compliment. I let one hand fall from the door to seek her unattended clit and felt her wet thighs. I growled at how much pleasure I was giving her, how much she needed what I had. Bringing my wet hand up in front of her face, I whispered in her ear, "Look at yourself, soaking your baby's cock..."

Her face blushed and she bit her lip as her muscles squeezed me.

"You like that... You like being such a good mommy slut for me... Don't you?" I asked as my hand resumed its original intention. Her clit was swollen, and she gasped at my attention and dirty words. I slowed my pace to torture her a little, to retain the sweet surprise of the tank of stamina I had left. I had to feel her cum. She nodded her head vigorously. I don't know if she was answering my question or telling me the rubbing of my middle finger up and down on her nervy bud was exactly right.

"Yeah? Then say it." I commanded. She replied only with wailing moans. Not good enough. I used my bracing hand to spank her thigh hard, "Say it Mom."

"I love it!" She admitted. I grabbed her hip then and rewarded her with a fast hard unending fuck; the relentless pace that had won me orgasms in the past, and I hoped would result in the same now with such a superior woman. My hand gripped her hard and the other fingers danced over her throbbing clit faster.

"Don't stop. Don't stop! Please, please Mark! Don't. Stop." She blubbered as her legs started to shake.

"I'm not gonna stop." I assured her "Not until you explode like you did around my fingers last night." The memory of the bath may have helped her, but it hurt me. I had to chase it away fast before it made me cum. She fucked me back again, fast and wild as she trembled. Her squeals got louder and her cunt got tighter. I kept doing everything the same as she willed me, knowing it would result in the most exceptional milking of my cock I surely would ever feel. She threw her head back as she had the first time I saw her, the moment my life was ruined for other girls, and she reached back and grabbed a fist full of my hair as she clawed her nails down the heavy oak door.

I tried to keep going, I really did, but as her squeal turned into a scream, her pussy clamped down on my thick erection and would not let me go. I slowed my rub at her clit as her thighs trembled around my wrist. I wrapped my other arm around her to catch her as she started falling forward. I held that tit in my hand and walked her forward, impaled on my trapped cock and pushed us both into the cold door.

I licked and sucked her neck as her fingers eased their grip on my hair and she chanted my name softly. I ran my fingertips up and down her hips and thighs as she recovered. She tried to turn to face me when I pushed her back against the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" letting her know I wasn't finished with her heat.

"To lick my cum off of your cock." She said, so naturally that it sent a shock to my balls. My mother really was a slut. It was who she was inside. A desperate hot fucker who had been put in a suburban wife and mom cage. I'd set her free.

I growled as I stepped back to give her enough room to turn and slide down the door. Her filthy eyes looked into me and her mussed hair raised from the back, catching on her path down. I watched in anticipation as she pulled her now wet leggings down to her ankles, to be able to spread her knees. I gripped hold of my dripping wet cock to stroke to her and she smacked my hand as she had every time I'd tried to taste a piece of dinner before it was served. I let go and chuckled, but was quieted as soon as I felt the wet warm pressure of her tongue tracing my vein. She licked and slurped at her cum that pooled around my base with an occasional slather to my full balls. I groaned and fought to keep my eyes open as I unbuttoned the rest of my jersey and uncovered my chest. I clasped my hands behind my back then, to keep myself from taking control. I was curious to see how she would suck me.

Once her cum had been lapped up, She held my balls with both hands and made eye contact with me as she opened her mouth wide and shoved me as far into her throat as she could. I could feel my hungry mommy trying to get even more and I wasn't sure I would outlast her mouth. She gagged around my tip and backed off to spit her extra saliva onto my cradled balls. She grabbed my shaft and pointed it at her mouth and shoved me in like she was starving for it.

"Fuck." I exclaimed, absolutely in heaven. "You're wasted on him, aren't you?" I asked, knowing the answer. She looked up at me with pouting eyes and nodded with her full mouth. I dont know how long it had been since she let this animal out, but it seemed like she hadn't lost a step. Her skill at flicking her tongue and sucking my tip, caressing my balls and choking on me was light years better than I had ever experienced from girls who just bobbed their head up and down and thats it.

My ears were ringing, but I could tell I was groaning with each heaving breath I took. My hands went to brace myself on the door again as I felt her sucking the strength right out of me. She gave me life and I could tell she could take it away with her power if she wanted.

Her tongue rippled against my glans and her delicate fingers tugged at my ball sack as she sucked and released. With a loud groan, I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved my cock into her hot, sucking, hole, banging the back of her head against the door that held me upright. I let my hands slip, and rested my weight on my shoulder and neck as I buried my fingers in her hair to protect her head.

"Don't worry mom.. I'll use you the way you need, the way you were meant to be used. I'll be the man who deserves you." I cooed into the space between me and the door where I fucked her face. She moaned and hummed her satisfaction around my tip and I didnt know how much longer I could possibly last.

One last choke I thought, I'd only shove in one last time, but I thought that the last five times I held her neck to feel it bulge when she tried to swallow me. I felt her push on my pelvis and gasp for breath and reluctantly I backed away to let her have it. She panted and stroked me fast, and when I saw her chin and the tops of her tits shine with slobber I had to warn her.

"I'm close Mom.. You're too good.." She growled and picked up speed with one hand and tugged my sack with the sweet fingers of her other hand, nodding at me, having lost her voice.

"You want it? You want to drink my milk like I drank yours?" She gripped tight and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she moaned at her boy's filthy mind.

She gobbled my cock up and sucked like she wanted every last bit of me to come out and feed her. I heard my desperate begging "Yes"'s that sounded a whole lot like hers and pounded my fist against the door. Her little fingers couldn't pull at my balls anymore as they tightened up and shot my hot cum through my cock hole. I pushed into her again as my legs tingled and my brain exploded. Warm waves covered my body as My first shot hit the back of her tongue and slid down her forced open throat. I roared as I poured my cum into the mouth I was never supposed to, and pulsed at the idea that I would never stop.

I let the final kicks of my spurting cock be comforted by the warm wet of her loving lips before pulling out of her and collapsing to my knees between he spread legs. My head fell forward onto her shoulder and I wrapped my limp arms around her.

I felt the gulps in her neck as she swallowed the huge load I had saved up for her. Pulling the legging from one of her feet, I spread her legs and brought her ass forward to sit on my lap, she wrapped her ankles around my back and ran her fingers through my hair and held me as I cuddled into her soft tits.

Being up on my lap I felt the soft petals of her pussy lips caressing my softening cock and the movement of my bosom-pillow as she caught her breath. I looked up to her slut messy face and never saw anything so beautiful. I pulled her in to kiss me and felt the revitalization of my cock when I smelled her cum, and my sweat from the field, mixed with my cum, on her breath. I let my kiss be tender and exploratory. I wanted to know every part of her, the real her.

She whimpered her approval and satisfaction into my mouth, but I wasn't satisfied yet. I rose up to my knees carrying her with me and laid her down on the cold tile of the foyer. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down towards my cock to see if I was already hard again. I chuckled as I pinched both of her nipples, knowing that she couldn't imagine what she was in for. I buried my face in her chest and pushed her tits together, rubbing my face in the space between.

"My.. sweet... boy.." she breathed as she stretched out under me. My growl made her smirk and I started my journey down. I reluctantly released her tits to hook my arms under her thighs and push up. I rested my weight on the back of her thighs as I stared at her glistening, abused, pink and wondered how red I could make it.

"What is it you always tell me?" I looked at her mischievously.

"Eat up."