by CPBaudelaire 10/10/12
As she calmed down, I continued to touch her gently, simply stroking my hands up and down her back and sides, murmuring encouragement. Then quickly, it was over, Mom wincing slightly as my head slipped past her sphincter.
The sensation was indescribable, incredible searing heat, even more than her glorious cunt, but also an amazing tightness beyond anything I had ever experienced. I don't think I could have fisted my cock any harder than Mom's ass was gripping me. It was all I could do to hold still, waiting for her to accommodate me.
She was breathing in deep gasps, trembling a little bit as she adjusted to my presence. Bending over her back to kiss her spine, I caressed her sides again. "Don't do anything until you're ready, Mom. Go as slow as you need to. I won't move unless you tell me to. We can stop any time you want."
Still breathing deeply, she shook her head, biting her lip. Ever so slowly, she began to push back, millimeter by millimeter. It took about two minutes, but finally, I was buried to the root in her gorgeous, amazing ass, realizing one of my fondest dreams and biggest fantasies. "Oh my God Mom, you feel amazing- so hot, so tight!" I gasped. "Are you ok?"
"Oh, baby, it's unbelievable! Ahhhhh, I feel so full, so stretched...I had no idea it would be like this. It hurts just a little, but even that feels so good!"
"Are you ready?"
Mom reached back with one of her hands and took mine, giving it a squeeze. "I'm ready, lover. It's time to fuck your mother's ass."
I began to gently move, keeping very slow, steady strokes as Mom got used to the motion. Within a minute she was moving with me, giving out a low, primitive grunt each time I bottomed out, a sound I had never heard her make before.
"Oh fuck, lover! Oh Jesus, it's incredible! My God! My God!"
The sensations I was experiencing were so amazing I could barely focus. I was overwhelmed by her heat, the tightness, the incredible noises she was making, the sheer lewdness of the act we were performing. I was fucking my mother's ass! I was balls deep in her and she was loving it! All I could do was moan over and over again.
"Oh Mom, oh Mom! Oh my God, Mom! MOM!"
I couldn't help myself; I began to pick up my pace, putting more power into my thrusts as I started to feel the beginnings of an absolutely monstrous come building in my loins. When I changed my rhythm to pull out completely with each cycle of penetration, grinding tightly against her at the bottom of each stroke, Mom went absolutely wild.
"Oh shit, Ricky! Unnghh! Oh my god! Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" she moaned, burying her face in her pillow. "Fuck it! Fuuck it! Fuuucckkkkk!!!"
It was all too much for me. My orgasm shook me like a sonic boom. "Oh God! Oh GOD! Cumming! Cumming, Mommmm!" I roared.
As I sprayed myself into her entrails, Mom's head jerked off the pillow and she arched her back, unleashing a stentorian bellow as she reached her own peak. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! OH SHIT! SO GOOD RICKY! CUMMING, SON! MOMMY'S CUMMING! OHGOD! OHGOD! SWEEETJEEESUS!"
As I was spending myself, Mom's climax made her ass contract around my meat like a velvet vise grip, bringing me to a completely shattering peak. I lost all track of time and place, because the next thing I remember is being draped over Mom's back, pressing her flat into the bed. My cock was still twitching randomly, dribbling out the final dregs of my cum into her clinging rectum. My body shook as though a Taiko drummer had set up shop inside my chest, my breath coming in great, ragged gasps as I struggled to reestablish my grip on reality. Mom was completely inert beneath me. I could still feel a few weak contractions of her ass around my cock as her orgasm slowly faded away.
I carefully rolled us over onto our sides, staying inside Mom, remaining tightly spooned up against her, hugging her close. A minute or two later, she finally stirred and I kissed the nape of her neck. "You okay, Mom? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh, my baby, my darling son, you were wonderful," Mom sighed. "That was amazing...I had no idea, not a clue how intense that was going to be. It felt like your cock reached to my tonsils, I was so wonderfully full! And when you came inside me, my god! It was heavenly, sweetheart."
"And you're feeling okay now?" I asked anxiously.
"Better than okay, dear heart. You were so gentle, so caring, it was perfect. I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy it, but it was much, much better than I thought it would be. You're a marvelous, sweet lover, son. I love you so much!"
"I'm so glad you liked it, Mom," I murmured into her hair. "It was incredible for me too. I came so hard I think I passed out for a minute."
"I hope you liked it as much as I did, sweetie, because Mommy is going to want to do this again...and again... and again!"
"Works for me, pretty lady."
Spooning up against me, Mom heaved a deep, contented sigh. "You know Ricky, I was ready to do this, knowing how much I like it when you lick and finger me, you know...back there, but I didn't expect to come from getting fucked in the ass. That was amazing and very unexpected; I just thought I was going to do something nice for my lovely son."
"I was surprised, too. You rattled the china with that one, Mom."
We lay together quietly, touching softly, Mom turning her head to share kisses with me as I slowly softened inside her, eventually squeezing out with a plop. She squealed as I left her. "My god, Ricky! What did you do to me? It feels like you put a quart of your stuff up my bottom! It's running all over the place!"
Looking down, I saw one of the most erotic sights I have ever beheld, then or in all the years since. Mom's thighs and buttocks were glistening with the lube we used. Her rosebud was red, still slightly open, streamers of my thick semen pulsing out and flowing over the curve of her buttock and onto our sheets. "My god, Mom! I can see it coming out of your ass - it looks sooooo hot! It's incredible. I wish you could see it."
I stayed spooned up next to her, wet spot be damned. We lay in silence, softly touching for some time. I suspect that we both more drained by the experience than we thought, because we fell asleep quickly, not waking until the next morning. So much for the "who's gonna out-fuck who" competition.
As I was to come to find out, Mom's hormone-driven lust was awesome to behold. She left me in the dust as her pregnancy advanced, needing sex two, three or even four times in a day as her belly grew. She ran me delightfully ragged. On weekends, especially, it wouldn't be uncommon to wake up with Mom riding me. Another session might follow in the kitchen at lunch or even at breakfast. It didn't seem to matter what we did, Mom just needed cock constantly, and she didn't care what hole got stuffed. When she needed it, by God, she needed it NOW and there was going to be no dithering or delays.
If I was lucky enough to catch a Saturday or Sunday nap on the couch, more often than not I would wake up with her dripping pussy rubbing on my face. Oh yes, another thing about being pregnant - her taste, my god, her taste. It was always ambrosial to me, but there was something about her now that seemed different. I don't know if it was real, or just my knowledge of her pregnancy, but somehow, she tasted more substantial, more flavorful than I could remember before. It was the difference between a great burger and prime rib.
Even she would remark on the difference when we would kiss after I went down on her. Thank god I loved eating her out, because it was the only way I could keep her satiated sometimes. The thing was, even though Mom often pushed me to the limits of my sexual endurance, I loved every second of it. I don't know exactly how or why, but there was something about her being pregnant that put my dick and brain in overdrive. I had to have her all the time. I became absolutely consumed with fucking her, as if I wasn't already completely besotted by my gorgeous mother. It seemed as though if I didn't have her pussy plugged every minute, she wouldn't be pregnant any more. It was a magnificent, complete and total obsession.
The times when Mom was at work all day were often particularly memorable. On those occasions, her return home followed a fairly predictable pattern. She would arrive in the garage and close the door, emerging from the car with her panties in hand. I would meet her in the hallway connecting with the kitchen. My pants would come off in about one minute, and depending on the urgency, we might end up on the hallway floor, in the kitchen, or rarely, making it to the bedroom. Depending on her mood, I might get a whisker biscuit as my before-dinner appetizer in the kitchen, or something more exotic.
I recall one day where she emerged from the garage actually naked from the waist down, her thighs glistening with arousal. Plastering herself against me, she whispered in my ear "I want you to love my bottom, right NOW, baby." She pulled my shorts off without ceremony and led me by my dick into the kitchen. Not wasting a moment, she rummaged in the pantry, pulling out a bottle for lubrication and bent over the kitchen table, lewdly spreading her cheeks with both hands. The irony of using "extra virgin" olive oil as I fucked her ass was not lost on me. But I digress.
We were so preoccupied with extinguishing the raging inferno between Mom's legs that the visit to Vancouver snuck up on us. Archibald MacLeish was as good as his word, setting us up with First Class tickets flying out of LaGuardia and a suite at the Fairmont Pacific Rim, with a magnificent view overlooking Coal Harbor, Stanley Park and the North Shore Mountains. I remember teasing Mom as we were riding in the van to the airport, breathing softly into her ear, "Are you going to be able to make it all the way to Vancouver without needing an orgasm?"
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