On the day my story starts I had just come from a meeting with my solicitor, where, after nearly three and a half years my deceased father's estate had been finally settled. In my favour! I was now the majority shareholder in a multitude of interlinked businesses, based across the world, and as such a very wealthy man. My mother now received a very generous allowance, and I also owned the house I was born in, and where mother still lived. All in all a good day.
To mark the occasion I decided mother and I would have a celebration - very privately - and therefore I collected a couple of bottles of my favourite wine from my "cellar", and drove to mother's.
Let me give you a little more background. I'm Peter Rowse, I'm 31 and the deputy principal of the Ashcombe Girls High School. My father had been a very successful entrepreneur who had created a world-wide empire, with offices across the world and bank accounts to match. It had taken those three-plus years to collate all his assets into one place, and now they were mine. My mother, Alice Rowse, had not needed to work for some years but had, in fact, acted as secretary to the local building society manager. Mother was 52, stood 5 foot 5 inches (without heels) and still had a very attractive body. To men anyway!
So, armed with the wine I knocked on the door of what was legally now my house and was delighted when mother opened it looking every inch the sexy "older" woman. After our hugs and kisses I followed her through to the lounge and sat her down on the settee, taking an armchair for myself. She already knew the details of today's court appearance and had glasses waiting - I poured us both a generous amount and raised my glass: "to us, mother, settled at last"
She echoed this sentiment and took a healthy swallow. I sipped the smallest amount of mine. For some 15-20 minutes we talked through what our newfound wealth might allow us to do, with my mother needing a couple of top ups.
Basking in this euphoria I stood up and went to look out of the window, and began a series of reminiscences about my upbringing, all favourable to the house and to my mother's care. She agreed with my praise, and added some memories of her own. As we spoke she got up and joined me at the window, admiring the garden she had mostly created on her own. All the while mother was sipping her wine.
By now, reader, you will have gathered I was up to no good - and my plan was progressing beautifully.
Turning to the room I regaled mother with a story of how I remembered sitting on her lap as a very small boy, night after night, as she read me a story, and I strolled back to the armchair. As I sat down mother refreshed her glass and turned towards the settee. "No, mother, come here. Sit on my lap for a change." With only a second of hesitation she plumped herself on my lap, laughing at the incongruity of it - mother on son's lap!!
Her bottom was now pressing down on my cock - my intention all along of course - and her mood was what used to be known as gay. I knew she didn't hold alcohol too well, and the behaviour was reflecting that. As she took another mouthful of wine I pressed my face into her neck and kissed her, nibbled on her ear, and began to run my hand through her hair. She giggled and turned her head as if to warn me off, but I simply kissed her neck and she turned to face me.
"Petey, you can't...oh" she gasped as my lips met hers. For a couple of seconds there was a frozen reaction, and then she actually kissed me back, her lips soft on mine. Holding her hair to prevent her turning away again I ducked my head and again nuzzled her neck and ear. Mother made a curious noise in her throat, and wriggled slightly to turn her body a little more towards me. My cock was hard, and I wondered if she could feel it on her bum. She seemed not to, and her mouth reached for mine.
As our lips met, both mouths slightly open, she stopped. "Oh Peter, we can't do this" she whispered. I ignored the words and pressed my mouth to hers. Mother just relaxed into my arm, which was around her shoulders, and allowed me to push my tongue into her mouth. The kiss now took on a life of its own, Our tongues jousted with each other in an attempt, it seemed, to reach down the throat. Mother had my left arm around her, and now my right hand came to life. I ran my fingers down her thigh and reached her left buttock. Without hesitation I took a firm hold of her bum, and began to gently caress her, feeling through her dress that she wore panties and nothing else.
Mother didn't hesitate. The kissing continued as she squirmed around a little, allowing my hand to brush her right buttock. My cock was as hard as I can ever recall it being but again she seemed not to notice. I actually believe that at that moment I could have pushed her legs part and touched her panties as they tightly crossed her crotch. But my plan was different.
I removed my hand from her bottom and allowed it to drift back up towards her breasts, at all times with enough pressure that she knew what I was doing. No hands came round to stop me. Instead she began to run her left hand over my face, and the kisses got wetter! As I actually stopped my hand just beneath her left breast she fluttered her hand at me, and managed a few words. "Petey, oh...Petey, this is...oh you're turning me on. Pleas...." I had what I wanted.
"Mother, this is exactly what you need after the last few months. Just go with the flow."
Mother made a noise in her throat, but no real words came out. My hand was still just below her left breast and I now moved it up and took a firm grip. Through the material of her blouse I could feel a bra, a bra that confined a rather plump titty. I was almost ready to move to the next stage of my plan, but first I could not resist fondling her tit, and feeling her rumbling in her throat. Mother was in ecstasy. My hand squeezed and twisted her bra-covered tit and mother wriggled her bottom. My cock was now getting close to an orgasm. Not yet, I thought, not yet.
For several minutes we kissed - snogged really - and my hand held her titty. No further words from her, just what appeared to be lust. I let my hand release her tit, and she stopped kissing me to gaze wildly at me. "Petey, I mean it. You're...oh hell...you're turning your mother on. Touch me, please!"
Internally I smiled. Externally I rested my hand on my thigh and stared into her eyes. "Mother, open your blouse."
Silence for a few seconds. "I mustn't. It's wrong. You're my son." She looked right back at me, like a deer in the headlights.
"Mother, I now own this house. Therefore I'm now the man of the house. Open your blouse." Absolute stillness. Mother fluttered her hand towards her buttons, then stopped.
"Mother, you've just been snogging your son - no forcing, you wanted to do it. You allowed your son to fondle what felt like a luscious bum, and I want more later. You also made no attempt to stop your son fondling your left titty. Open your blouse or I'll be forced to spank you."
Mother had made a throat noise at the word 'titty'. When I finished the sentence she wriggled, as though already feeling my hand descending on a tight buttock. "Peter, you wouldn't...surely?"
"I will. Now, obey my order."
Her fluttering hand touched the top button of her blouse, and steadied. Then, very slowly she unbuttoned the blouse from top to bottom. When she'd done she paused, looking at me. I nodded, and she, again slowly, opened it up. There, at last, her bra-covered tits were exposed. My eyes were riveted on them.
"Oh yes, mother. I like a well-filled bra." And my right hand took firm hold of her left tit - oh the feel of it, the sight of my own hand fondling this plump tit!!
Mother gasped and then pushed her head forward again. She wanted to kiss me! Our mouths met and once again our tongues danced around each other, while my hand felt her hardening nipple and tweaked it hard.
Mother broke the kiss and breathlessly asked me "are you going to...I mean do you want to...oh Peter, please don't stop." And she thrust her body forward, pushing that plump round titty at me.
The feel of that tit was making my poor cock positively groan! But still I resisted the urge to give in and go forward too fast.
"Mother, I want you to slide off my lap and stand in front of me....now!"
Looking puzzled she did as bidden, and moments later stood, blouse open, in front of me. What a sight. And all mine. Wow.
I got up and mother backed away a little. I took her arm and calmed her movement. "Easy, now, mother, easy. Now remove your blouse and put it on the floor." There was a flash of not understanding, and then my mother slipped the blouse from her shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor. "And now the bra: off."
Again a hesitation, then obedience. Her bra hit the floor as I took her two plump, slightly sagging, 36 inch titties in my hands. Heaven! Oh pure heaven. My mother's bare tits were now mine to fondle, grope, pinch and arouse. She just stood there, looking bewildered at this turn of events. I, on the other hand, was having the time of my life, and her bare tits were the focus. I lowered my head and suckled her left nipple whilst tweaking the right one. Then I reversed the process, and again felt an urgent desire to cum. Soon. Oh soon!
The next stage in my control of mother now arrived.
"Mother, while I play with your tits please raise your skirt so that I can see your panties." Another gasp, but her hands moved almost robotically to the hem of her skirt, and up it came. Wow, again. Dark blue panties, full cut, with a lacy edging. For several minutes I felt those titties as roughly as I knew how, and then "Turn around." Once again obedience, and I gazed at a bottom beautifully showcased in the panties, just as I'd always imagined it - totally encased and begging to be exposed. Now it was time to grope her bum again, and two handfuls were swiftly taken. No protest or sound, just a slight thrusting back of that bum, and a wiggle as my hands roamed over it. Surely she was now all mine? Time to find out.
I took mother's arm and led her back to the settee - "bend over the back of the settee, mother, and push that gorgeous bum back at me." If she couldn't figure what was coming next she must be asleep!
Slowly she arranged herself as I asked, and what a lewd sight she made. Those panties were begging me to lower them, and her swinging tits wanted another grope. I simply took the waistband of her panties and eased them down, letting them go when her thighs were uncovered and watching them fall to her feet. Without being asked she stepped free of them. Now my slutty mother was completely naked, bent over offering her over-ripe bum to her horny son. Me!!
I stood back a little to admire my prize, and Mother picked that moment to shuffle her feet to a slightly more comfortable position, and thus she spread her legs. Now, from my viewpoint, I saw her cunt, that glistening pair of lips just waiting for my cock.
My cock!! Its time had arrived, and I unzipped myself eagerly. Then I moved back behind mother and let one hand drift across her left buttock before finding its way between her legs to that cunt. It was wet! Boy was she wet! My fondling and ordering her to strip had aroused my mother - now she was ready, and so was I. My cock felt so sensitive as I gently ran my hand up and down it. My orgasm was begging me to release it.
I shimmied right up to mother's bum and let my cockhead tickle her cuntlips. A gasp was the response, and then "Petey, if you're going to...." she stopped, she couldn't say the word. I could: "Mother, I'm about to fuck you. Give you a hard long fucking. Just enjoy."
I could wait no longer. Gently, slowly I pushed in to her cunt, and immediately felt her cunt muscles gripping my cock. I pushed harder, further, until my balls were tight against her bum. Then, and only then, did I start to pump my cock in mother's cunt. At the first firm thrust she gasped again, and as I increased the speed a little she began to pant, rather like a dog in heat. Which, I suppose, she was. All too soon I released my first jet of cum, spurting it deep in to her cunt. At almost the same time I felt her muscles tighten, flutter, and then felt a warmth spreading back towards me - mother had cum. I'd given my mother an orgasm. Hip hip hooray!
Feeling pretty good, and still very horny, I continued to pump my cock in and out of my mother's cunt. Soon she began to work with me, pushing back as I went in and relaxing away as I pulled back. Her tits were swinging in front of her, and I leaned slightly to one side to get a better view of them. Beautiful!
Now she began to make noises - the only word to describe the wails that escaped her mouth. All sounded positively ecstatic, and simply acted to spur me on. My orgasms came fast - one, two three, four and five. Through all these orgasms her doughy tits were swinging, and I groped them as often as I could, whilst steadying myself by holding her hips, and allowing my hands to caress her bum. Then my cock was beginning to feel softer. I slowed, then pulled out, and mother's knees bent as she slumped forward over the back of the settee.
"Oh, Peter, what have we done?" she moaned. I laughed at that as I could see cum, mine mixed with hers, slowly running down her thighs. "Mother, your son, your horny son, has just fucked you for the first time. I hope you enjoyed it?"
There was silence, and then she half turned so that she might look at me. "You bastard!" Then a small smile touched her lips. "You horny bastard. I've never been made love to like that." I interrupted her: "mother, you've been fucked, not made love to. Remember that." A pause as she considered that, and then "you're right. I've been fucked." And so saying she pushed herself up on to her feet, turned to face me and touched herself between her legs. Then she picked up the discarded panties and attempted to dry herself.
I put out my hand - "Mother, no, leave that luscious cunt of yours wet, we haven't finished yet. I have another treat for you." Pausing in her movements mother looked mystified. She'd been fucked, what else was there? "Besides, the first time I fuck a lady I take her panties as a souvenir." She reluctantly handed them over.
"On your knees, please, mother, on your knees." She dropped slowly, them gazed up at me. "And now, mother, take your son's cock, the cock that just made you cum, take that cock in your hand."
She lifted her right hand and obeyed my instruction. It felt good, my slutty mother's hand holding my sticky cock. Gently she began to wank my cock, her soft fingers sliding up and down my cummy cock. "Now, put your son's cock in your mouth. I want a blow job."
The expression on her face was classic - a mixture of shock, horror, and developing understanding. A mother - in this instance her - was being told to suck her son's cock. The cock that had just fucked her.
"Peter, I don't...oh Petey..oh" mother nearly choked as I pushed my stiffening cock into her mouth. It felt blissful, my own mother about to suck, lick and excite my cock.
Mother's lips were soft, far softer than any others who had been allowed to feel my cock in their mouth. I could feel my orgasm building, and I reached down to find a tit so that I had that added pleasure as I enjoyed the sensation.
"When I cum, mother, you will swallow every drop. I want to see no drop of my creamy cum sliding down your chin. If I do, you will be punished." Mother, her eyes focussed on my face, merely nodded. Then I felt sorry for her. "Mother, while you suck my cock I will allow you to use one hand, one only, to frig your cunt or fondle a tit, but not both. Your choice." She blinked her eyes, then reached down with her left hand to that slippery slit between her legs, and continued lightly caressing my cock with her other hand as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her own fingers made noises as she frigged herself like a young virgin, eager for that next orgasm.
As my cum erupted I gave a shout, a shout of ecstasy; here I was, a horny son shooting cum into his mother's mouth. She was startled, and I saw her fighting to keep every drop in her mouth, and I'm delighted to say she managed well. She choked and gulped, but managed to keep every drop in that well fucked mouth.
Oh how mighty I felt. I indicated she should stand, and then had to pull her hand away from her cunt; she obviously had not managed to cum again, so I used one hand to steady her body as with the other I pushed her fingers to one side and slipped two fingers in to a very wet cunt. Mother moaned loudly, an unintelligible sound, and had her orgasm. I slapped her bum lightly and pushed her on to the settee, where she sprawled, exhausted.
"Mother, you are a slut, there's no other word. You're my slutty mother." She cast her eyes down at this, but made no move or word to disagree. "From now on you'll do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Do you understand?" I got a nod as reply, and she picked up her long-discarded blouse to cover her tits.
Me? Completely sated I simply zipped up my trousers and quietly left the house. Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.As deputy principal of the Ashcombe Girls High School I also have responsibility for lost property. This week, two days after I fucked my mother for the first time, I saw that a box containing a handful of DVDs had been handed in, and as I checked them I found that a couple were, apparently, pure pornography. Now, I'm as red blooded as the next man, so decided to take them home to view them. It was also Friday, so I thought I'd call on my mother, to see how she had recovered.
I decided to wait till school was over, thus allowing mother time to get home from her job as secretary to the local building society manager, and to feel the week was finished. So, at just after 6pm, despite having a key, I was knocking on her door - which she opened almost immediately.
"Oh, Peter, it's you. I..." she hesitated, obviously recalling the outcome of my previous visit. "Please, come in."
Mother (Alice Rowse) was still dressed in her work clothes of crisp white blouse, black skirt and what I guessed to be stockings. At 52 years old she still appeared a good few years younger, and as I looked her up and down my cock was twitching. Mother led me into the front room, the room I had taken such liberties in. Inwardly I smiled, and she blushed ever so slightly. Turning to face me she hesitated and then: "Peter, did you want... I mean what brings you here?"
"Mother, we need to understand each other. As a result of dad's will I own this house, and as a result of our, er, activity the other night I now own you." At this she blanched a little and opened her mouth, but I cut across her: "don't argue. You are my mother yet you, of your own free will, obeyed my request to remove your blouse, remove your bra, and then take off your skirt. With no protest you allowed me to fuck you, then give me a blowjob. Yes?"
She paused, then just nodded. I smiled. "So, from now on, when I want your body, you, as my slutty mommy, will perform whatever act I demand. Yes?"
Mother again just nodded. "OK, just to let you know I'll be over tomorrow evening to continue the fun." I paused. "It was fun, yes?"
"Peter, it's not appropriate...I mean, you can't just..."
I held up my hand, like a traffic cop, and she stopped, mid sentence. "Why do you create so much negativity. I am the head of our family, don't argue."
Feeling a little pissed off at her attitude I left, walking on towards my own residence at the far end of town. I had not expected a warm welcome but her behaviour was annoying. She needed another session with my cock, and tomorrow it would be applied.
On arrival at my home I made myself some tea, then sat down to watch the DVDs, at which point I realised that I had left them in my mother's hall, quite forgetting them in my abrupt departure.
After hesitating I decided to go and retrieve them, and strolled back to mother's. As I'd already bothered her once I used my key and let myself in, and was immediately aware of a sort of moaning coming from the lounge. It reminded me of... it reminded me of a couple in the throes of sex, and flung open the door, expecting to see my mother in flagrante with a man. But what I saw was much more interesting. The television was showing a porn video, looking like one of those I'd left there, and on the sofa in front of the tv mother was sitting with her legs apart and a hand in the front of her panties. As I gasped in surprise she turned and saw me, also revealing that a couple of the buttons of her blouse were undone.
"What do you think you're doing? No, don't answer that - it's obvious" I managed to say. Actually, it was exactly the sort of scenario I'd thought about as I returned to mother's. Now I had the upper hand - for ever!
"Peter, oh Peter, I ... I found the box you'd left and opened it and discovered these discs. I just wanted to see what was on them. I've never watched pornography before."
"Never? Did dad never show you any?"
"No. He said it was ...dirty."
By now she had straightened her skirt, thus hiding the yellow panties I'd spotted. and was just going to do up her blouse buttons.
At this point let me explain, for new readers, that my 52 year old mother had a pair of tits around the 36 inch size, and a plump bum that a couple of days ago she had allowed me to grope at my leisure. And pleasure! As for me, well, at 31 and now (courtesy of my recently deceased father) a wealthy man. But single. I'd never allowed any relationship to get too long.
And my cock was twitching as I let my mind work out how to further this moment.
"Mother, leave those buttons." She hesitated, then obeyed. "Now explain to me exactly what you were doing, please" I demanded.
"Peter, I was...oh dear, I know it was wrong but the sight of those people on the video made me ... horny." Mother breathed that last word very huskily, obviously still caught up in the scenes she'd seen.
"You are a naughty mother. do you hear me? What are you?" Mother stared at me, then whispered "I"m a naughty mother." My cock was straining to get release. I waited to mentally compose myself, and then: "Mother, I'm going to punish you for, firstly, watching videos you were not given permission to watch, and secondly for then lewdly fingering yourself, and hoping to make yourself cum."
This last part of my little speech caused mother to gasp. Had she not thought that far ahead? Was it just the ecstasy of touching herself that had excited her?
She gulped a couple of times, to steady herself, and then, plaintively asked "How... how will you punish me?"
A whole scenario was beginning to form in my brain - she definitely wasn't going to enjoy it!
"While I decide how to punish you I think we'll use the same method as at school, whilst various methods are considered. For the time being, just like a naughty schoolgirl, you will put your hands on your head."
Mother looked surprised, then did as bidden. This, of course, made her tits and her bum stick out provocatively, something she didn't appear to realise. I did. I liked it, especially as her blouse was still hanging open.
"Now, mother, go and stand in the corner, no turning round, no other movement."
My mother stared at me as the childish nature of this command sunk in. She even opened her mouth, presumably to protest, but then thought better of it, Perhaps she assumed that this was her punishment. I smiled inwardly.
Standing looking at her, knowing her blouse was open, knowing she was going to do whatever I told her, was making my cock harden. I knew I couldn't delay too long or I'd have a hell of an erection. Not yet, Peter boy, not yet! But watching, oh boy. I slipped my zip down and quietly put my hand into my trousers; my cock stiffened more. Gently, so gently, I wanked myself, until I reached that point when I just had to stop. Adjusting my clothing, I ordered mother to keep her hands on her head and to turn and face me. The expression on her face as she turned said it all. She really did believe that it was over.
"Mother, after some thought I've decided to follow the school level of punishment - I'm going to spank your bottom."
Mother blinked. "Surely you're not allowed to do that?"
"I nodded. Oh yes, as Ashcombe Girls High School is a private school all parents have to sign an authorisation allowing the head and I to punish the girls in this way. From 11 to 16 they get a spanking, from 16 till they leave they can be caned."
This visibly shook mother. She stared at me as she digested my words, then..." but I'm...I'm your mother. You can't ... spank me."
I took such a delight in smiling as I informed her that I could, and would. Hands still on her head she began quietly to cry. Tears ran down from both eyes, and had just reached her chin when I moved one of the dining room table chairs into the middle of the room, and slowly sat down.
"Keep your hands up. Come here." I pointed at the floor in front of my knees. Mother hesitated, and then came forward.
"Now, before I start I have a question. When I arrived your bra was still in position; does that mean you hadn't yet touched your titties? Oh, but you had your hand in your panties so am I correct to think you were fingering yourself?|
My mother kept her hands on her head and considered my words. I could see she was trying to work out the answer that benefitted her the most.
"Peter, I had opened my bra, yes, but not ... touched myself. My hand in my panties was merely to move the material away from my...my pussy."
"It's a cunt, not a pussy. What is it? I demanded.
"It's my cunt." She said the word so softly. Obviously it embarrassed her. I must remember that.
"Let me just check the truth of that statement" I said, and reached forward and let my right hand slide gently down the outside of her panties and into the exciting depths between her legs. They appeared to be dry, so maybe she told the truth.
"Alright, now come round here" and I indicated that she should move to stand beside my right leg, facing across the room. At last she lowered her hands and shuffled round to obey. I took hold of her left hand and pulled her forward so that she was forced to lay across my lap, and as she did so she gave one more plea. "Please, Peter, don't hurt me!" Needless to say I ignored her and busied myself easing her skirt up on to her back. Now her chubby bum was exposed to my eyes, encased in yellow panties that covered her bottom properly, no thongs for my mother! Lacy panties. Sexy panties. And half hidden under her panties was the suspender belt that was holding up her stockings. Indeed, the sight of the suspender belt and panties, together with the black stockings stretched down mother's straight legs to her high heels,was erotic. Earthly delight!
I took hold of her waist with one hand and let my other one caress that bum. As I fondled her she wiggled, as though to escape my hand but the one holding her waist took care of that. No, I was in my element taking a good grip on my mother's pantie-covered bottom and letting my hand go wherever it wanted.
I eased her position slightly so that her bottom was thrusting up in to the air. God, my cock was hard, and pushing itself against her stomach. I stopped the fondling, rested for a couple of seconds, and then started.
Spank! I brought my hand down on her left buttock, and followed this with another blow to her right one. She gasped and wriggled a little, I ignored this and repeated the process, going from left to right, left to right, spanking that beautiful chubby bottom as hard as I could. Every so often I stopped to run my fingers over those tight panties, to fondle the forbidden fruit.
Then it was more hard spanks, till my hand stung with the strength of them.
I stopped, gripped her bottom and realised she was crying, really crying. When I spanked naughty schoolgirls at work I did so with a lighter touch and rarely got more than a few sniffles. This was different. I was spanking my mother and doing so to excite myself sexually. This was different. Indeed, this was magic!
I decided the time had come to remove her panties. I eased them down, letting them rest by her knees. My! Her bottom was a delightful shade of red. Hopefully it hurt as bad as it looked. Framed between her suspender belt and those rucked-up yellow panties was my idea of heaven.
Mother now seemed to realise I'd paused in her spanking, and began to try to ask me to stop. She'd be good from now on. She'd never anger me again. She'd do anything I asked.
Ignoring her words I let my right hand again fondle her shiny hot bottom, and quite without thinking I allowed my fingers to ease their way between her legs, which she obligingly opened to make this easier. My first surprise! Her cunt was wet, very wet. My punishment of her chubby bottom had turned her on. I pushed one of my fingers into her cunt, her cuntlips just slipping apart with little pressure from me. Mother let out a long sigh and I felt her cunt muscles gripping my finger.
I slipped in a second finger and mother almost shouted as she felt me do this.
"Oh yes, Peter. More! Please, more!"
My cock, needless to say was so rigid I reckoned that at that moment it would have held a great weight without drooping. My but I was hard.
I needed to keep control of the situation, so quickly pulled my hand from mother's cunt and ordered her to stand up. As she struggled to do this her panties slid the rest of the way down her legs, nearly tripping her up as she stepped back a little. Her hand went to go between her legs, but I caught it and said very loudly "no!!"
"Oh Peter, please let me, you've got me so" here she hesitated, not liking to utter the word that described her feelings. "So, horny."
It seemed she still hadn't learned that I was in complete control of her, and that what I said was exactly what she must (or sometimes must not) do. In one swift movement I stood up and, pulling apart the two sides of her gaping blouse, I gave her right titty a hard slap. She stopped all her noise and stared at me, before abandoning touching her cunt or sore bum and rubbed furiously her bra-covered tit.
I was sooo horny that I now had to progress things speedily or I'd embarras myself! Taking mother by her arm I propelled her towards the stairs.
"Up to your bedroom. Quickly!"
As she stumbled to climb whilst still trying to ease pain from both tit and bum my mother managed to get upstairs, followed by me, beginning to lose my clothes as I did so. She hurried into her bedroom, and I paused on the landing to remove my trousers, thus when mother turned to see what I wanted her to do next she was startled to see my most erect cock angling toward her. I indicated with my hand that she must remove her blouse, and at the same time pushed her back onto her bed, where she landed ina flurry of half removed clothes. I took the 2 cups of her bra in my hands and yanked them down, earning a squeal from mother as her plump, delectable tits flopped out and hung there, awaiting my hands or my mouth.
She had landed on her back, so all I needed to do now was to push her legs up, till her knees were almost level with her shoulders, exposing a wet, hot, throbbing cunt to my full view. W
Without thought I slapped her hard on the inner thigh, just next to her cuntlips, first on the left side then on the right. I watched the shock waves ripple across that delicious cunt and saw her face screw up in pain. Heaven now awaited, and without any further warning I took my cock in my hand and aimed at her cunt. Mother was still bemoaning those 2 slaps and didn't notice till my cockhead had entered her cuntlips and was pushing for full penetration.
"No. No. Please, Petey, no."
Before I could even ignore her my cum was blasting out, filling her womb with my seed. This was only the start; now I began to piston my cock, which I swear was getting even harder, and before more than a minute or so I had experienced 3 orgasms, and was delighted to be out of breath but with a cock still rampantly doing its job.
Mother now began to respond, as her own desire took hold. Her breathing was fast and noisy, rasping at the back of her throat.
I halted to regain a little strength, and she looked really upset, till I recommenced my hard fucking. Never had any woman I'd ever fucked seemed so slutty at that point in time.
"Tell me, mother, "I gasped, "are you enjoying this?" I was bathed in perspiration, but nevertheless was still capable of a fucking this enjoyable!
She, meanwhile, was energetically fucking me back, with a hard gasp for breath every minute or so. I lost count of my orgasms, and never attempted to count hers, but just enjoyed myself, until, finally, I had to stop. I withdrew my cock from mother's cunt, and rolled off her to lay alongside. After a minute or so she put her hand on my cock. "Do you want me to masturbate you?" Internally I grinned. Anything to keep me from inflicting more horror on her!
"No, mother, I don't need you to wank me. I reckon I've finished for today."
I got up from the bed, and looked back down at mother. She still lay with her legs apart, cum (mine and hers) oozing from her cunt.
"Mother, you're learning. You really are a slut - a mummyslut. But my mummyslut. I won't keep you any longer tonight, but I'll pop in to see you in a couple of days. You be good now," I said, and went slowly down the stairs, gathering my clothes as I went. My mother was becoming extremely submissive. This I could explore again.