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Forced Taboo

Chaewon's heart jumped as soon as she walked into the living room. Her mother had left for a three-day work trip, and having arrived home from college for the summer, Chaewon intended on spending quiet weekends with her father, Randy. They'd planned for the day. In the morning, after she'd gotten up, they'd cook breakfast together as they had done on weekends since she was a child. Afterward, they would go for a walk on the beaches of Santa Monica, catching up and enjoying time together, making up for the time they lost since she left for college nearly a year ago.

Those plans were the last things on her mind the moment she walked in the living room. Her father sat on the couch, his hands up on the air as a masked man, standing just a few feet away from him, held a gun toward him. Still shaking, Randy jumped as he acknowledged Chaewon's presence, then darted his eyes to the masked man again, looking as helpless as Chaewon, in her 18 years, had ever seen her father.

"Oh, dad! What's going on?" she screamed and took a step back, her knees wobbly, as soon as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. Never in her life had Chaewon been so scared. In the peaceful family in which she grew up, where her father and mother taught her to use words and denounced all forms of violence, no guns were ever seen or considered; she hardly heard a harsh word from her parents, whether directed at her or each another. Yet, here, her father sat with a gun pointed at him.

"Shut up and sit down," the man commanded, his voice crackling and filled with rage as he pointed the gun at the couch, signaling for Chaewon on the chair across from a father.

"Before you say anything stupid," the man began, his eyes glaring at the both of them. "I don't want your money."

He stopped for a second to let the words sink in, yet it didn't make it any easier on Chaewon's heart. The college freshman from American University could feel her heart pounding, not knowing what to expect or what was to become of her family. In that moment, she wanted Mom. While she loved and always got along with her father, her mother had always been a source of comfort, and deep inside, she wished Mother would all the sudden show up, and call the police, and hold her and dry her tears. Chaewon snapped back into reality by the intruder's voice, and jumped, as the man continued.

"What I want is to see you naked," the man said to Chaewon, staring at her up and down and focusing on her chest, hidden from view by her arms. Still wearing her pink and yellow pajamas, Chaewon didn't look at all like the confident, intelligent 18-year-old freshman who led many volunteer and community projects since she was a pre-teen.

"Now, stand up, and start stripping, and your dad and I are going to watch," the intruder commanded, his eyes as serious as his tone, while making motions with his gun.

"She … I …," Randy stammered, his hands trembling as he tried to protest.

"Shut up and just watch," the man interrupted. "I know you want to watch her," he man barked in an accusing tone, one that all the sudden made Chaewon sick to her stomach.

"Do it now!" the man said, pulling back the charging handle, as he chambered a round and pointed it at the teen, determined to prove to them he wasn't bluffing.

Reluctantly, Chaewon stood up and with her eyes to the ground, began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, her hands shaking from both fear and shame as she stood between the man and her father. For Chaewon, there was still a moment of salvation. She could turn away from her father and he would never have to see her naked. She would never have to be so openly naked in front of her dad.

Shame washed over Chaewon. Sure, she was comfortable with her dad, but to display her body for him in such a manner, she could never live with herself. She could never live with the idea of allowing her father to watch her strip, showing her tits, and then, even worse, having him look at her nakedness from the front, able to look at what was between her legs.

On the couch, Randy trembled as his eyes focused on his daughter, hoping, wishing she weren't so scared and that somehow he could reach out to comfort her and make her fear go away. Even just a few feet from one each other, father daughter felt like they were thousands of miles away, unable to comfort each other, or reach out to hug each other to make their world right again.

One button at a time, Chaewon began to undress, her fingers shook and her knees buckled with a new feeling of fear and shame she'd never experienced before.

If I think about something else, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, she convinced herself as she unbuttoned the top button to her PJ top, slowly exposing the skin on her chest, and with each button, her cleavage and breasts came into view.

She'd gone to sleep the night before without a bra and now, with half of her buttons already undone, Chaewon was exposing to her father a part of her body he had not seen since she was a child. The result of many hours in tanning salons began to show itself for the first time to her father. To Chaewon's surprise, her nipples began poking out in reaction to the cold air, her areolas filled with goose bumps. Two more buttons. She kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on each button, taking her time to undress as to not rush herself into embarrassment, and half hoping the man would change his mind.

When, at last, all the buttons were undone, Chaewon stood in front of her father, feeling like a child being judged, hands still shaking as her breasts pushed out of her chest, her eyes stared at the carpet as she reached up to get out of her PJ top, and dropping it on the floor.

"Now, your bottoms, too," the man screamed, once again waving his gun toward Chaewon, who flinched and moved back, startled at the man's sudden movement.

"Oh. No, no, no. This was bad enough, but my bottoms, too? Her mind screamed, weighing the meanings of being naked in front of a stranger as well as her dad. For Chaewon, the body was such something to be proud of - to be loved, but at the same time, also something private - not to be shown to just anyone. Trust. That's what had to happen before she exposed her body to any boy in college; yet, with both trust and intimacy nowhere to be found, she stood half exposed, with orders to show the stranger and her father more of herself.

Reluctantly, she reached for her either side of her waistband, just right above where both sides of her hips were, and began pulling down, half an inch at a time as if trying to bide her time, hoping if she went slowly enough, she would eventually make the man go away. She continued to pull at the waistband, just exposing the front, and Randy continued to stare at his daughter, first at her chest again and then at her crotch, part of him curious at the exposure of his daughter's body.

Then, it came into view. First just the fleshy lips, just the top of the lips, delicate and a hue of pink. As Chaewon began pulling her PJ bottoms down farther, her entire mound came into view, exposing the pouty lips, the long dip that bookended by either side of her neatly folded outer lips, gently covering the tiny hole within, still hidden from view. From that distance, Randy swore he saw a bit of shimmering light between her legs, perhaps a sign that she'd been a bit wet at the attention. His mind began to wander in places many fathers often visited, but so few ever admitted to doing such. Closing his eyes, Randy unsuccessfully pushed the image out of his mind. Imprinted within his mind were the beauty between her legs, and the pair of breasts that he never imagined he would ever get excited over. He shook and opened his eyes again.

As Chaewon stepped out of her PJ bottoms and stood naked and trembling in front of her own father and the intruder, the PJ bottoms, still hot from he body heat laying bunched on the floor, she began to wonder what her father thought of her. Was he judging her body? Was he upset that she'd so easily stripped, despite having done so under duress?

The young girl didn't have a chance to think to herself for long, as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another command, jolting her back into reality again.

"Now, touch your pussy," the man commanded as he sat down, gun still pointing at her, not giving a damn that she'd barely turned 18, after having graduated high school early, or that her father was also in the room.

"Uh … I can't…" Chaewon stammered, knowing that would cross the line, that it was one thing to expose her own pussy in front of her father, and it was another thing to play with her own pussy in front of him. Of course she'd masturbated before, many, many times, and in fact, had done so just the night before, but never had she ever considered playing with herself in front of her father.

Yet, the 18-year-old had no choice, for as soon as she started to protest, the man pointed a gun at her father, prompting her to sit down on the empty chair next to her and giving in to the man's demands as he smiled and motioned with his head to her father, telling him to watch.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. During the times Chaewon masturbated, it'd been in front of her lovers, men she wanted to see her masturbate, and in her own room, with privacy. An act so intimate, she reasoned, was only meant for those she loved, and for herself, not for the whole world to see. Of course she loved her father, but that was a different type of love. She'd never considered him a lover, and to sit there, already exposed, and now about to touch herself, sent a repulsive feeling down her spine and deep in the pit of her stomach.

But masturbate she must. She had to do what it took to get that man to go away, to leave her and her father alone, and when Mother came home from her trip, they would be a happy family again, forever leaving behind this incident. At that moment, she didn't even consider that they would call the police, because of the shame, and fear that her face would be exposed all over the news. If no one knew, if they kept quiet, Chaewon thought she could deal with the turmoil by herself.

Slowly, she reached for her slit, her tiny lips still neatly folded and tucked inward, hiding and covering the tiny hole that often leaked with her own juices when she touched herself. Her middle finger got there first, gently parting her lips as she pushed a middle finger into the entire slit, letting her hand, cold and trembling, slide down the valley that, at the top, featured her clit, still hidden from view, and below, the dip that at times became moist and wet, drooling with hot juices. But she found it to be dry and lifeless, partly because of fear, and because she wasn't turned on.

Chaewon listlessly moved her middle finger up and down the slit, her palm against her clit as she moved her middle finger's knuckle up and down over her tiny hole, her knuckle taking a dip each time she did so. She swallowed hard, knowing that soon enough, she would probably physically turn herself on, though emotionally, Chaewon was miles away, back at college, where she was loved and respected, looked up to and adored, lusted after and viewed as a world changer.

As if having an out-of-body experience, Chaewon continued touching her pussy, stimulating her clit, and letting her knuckle move over the fuck hole, sometimes making circles around it, completely ignoring her audience. As she did so, both her father and the man glued their eyes on her fingers, following each movement as the scared teenage girl continued to explore her folds. Partly feeling guilty, Randy swallowed hard and realized that he'd gotten excited. My God, Chaewon has a beautiful pussy, he thought, before chastising himself for looking.

Dipping her knuckle into her hole, just a fraction of an inch, Chaewon shocked herself and snapped back to reality, remembering all the sudden that she was masturbating in front of her father and a stranger, as she could feel a slippery, warm substance stick to her knuckle. Was she getting turned on in front of her father? Was she getting wet while masturbating in front of her dad, despite not wanting to? As if egged on by an unseen force, Chaewon continued to masturbate. Pushing her palm harder against her clit, and with a quicker pace now, the teenager ran her knuckle over her dip once again. As if by magic, the walls inside her pussy began to leak; thin, hot trails of lubricant exited her body and onto her finger.

I am wet. What's wrong with me? And dad can see me wet, Chaewon thought to herself, admitting to herself that she'd been turned on by touching herself, whether it was also because she'd done so in front of her father was another story. The first step - admission, was all that was needed to open the floodgate as her speed increased, and all the sudden, Chaewon could feel the lust building inside of her as each touch produced more lubricant, helping her hand glide much easier on her crotch, while sending shivers up her spine.

No, no, no, this can't be happening, her mind screamed, yet part of her also let it all go. Perhaps if she made herself cum, she thought, the man would leave them alone, and better yet, she'd be able to satisfy herself, her now-fogged mind thought. Then she and dad would talk about it, and it would all be over. They'd return to their normal lives, dad going on to love mom as he always did, and Chaewon continuing with her college career.

The more she focused on the fact that her father was watching her, which Chaewon simply could not get out of her head, the more wet she somehow got, as her juices began to coat her insides at first, and then inch by inch, ran down her pussy and wetting the opening of her tiny opening. Her knuckle became slick with each dip it took inside her hole, no matter how shallow, and the young girl felt a hot flush over her entire body as she looked down, realizing that her chest were flushed red, and her nipples pushing out of her the mounds on her chest, excited by the pleasure she was giving to her other body parts. As if resigned to accept her fate, Chaewon pushed her crotch out at the direction of her father, exposing her sopping pussy and she let out a hiss.

With her breathing becoming more shallow, Chaewon closed her eyes, hoping, thinking that perhaps if she didn't see her father in front of her, she wouldn't get as turned on. It didn't help. She'd given up now, she'd given up on trying to pretend it wasn't her father watching her, because in reality, he was; all the sudden, accepting the fact made it easier to masturbate, but she still didn't want to see him in front of her.

"Ugh!" a tiny gasp involuntarily escaped her throat as her knuckle took another dip, taking with it the slick, hot lubricant now seeping out of her pussy and running down her slit and onto the chair. Deep inside of her, more juices had built up, and they needed release; they needed her help to exit her body, through her pussy and onto her hands and the chair she sat on, even if it meant doing so in front of her father.

Opening her eyes again, Chaewon looked directly at her dad to find his eyes were glued to her, on her pussy, on the way her hand and fingers danced between her legs. Momentarily, as he realized that Chaewon was looking at him, Randy guiltily looked up at her. For a second, a mere second, their eyes locked. Chaewon sighed as he looked at her, because in his eyes, she could see it all. She could see the guilt of a father's helplessness, and for the moment, she felt an intense love for him. Yet, she also saw the eyes she'd seen in so many lovers - lust, the burning desire to be with her, to be inside her, to grind his crotch against hers as they both orgasm. Chaewon shuddered at the idea of her dad being turned on by her. Yet part of her, a small, little part deep inside of her, accepted it, knowing that it was natural for a man to be turned on at the sight of a woman in sexual needs, especially one as good looking as she was.

He wants to fuck me. I turn him on. Dad is hard because of me, Chaewon realized as her fingers continued to dance, and though the idea made her sick, Chaewon could not help but eye her father from where she sat, letting her eyes rest on his crotch and realizing that in between his legs, a bulge had developed.

Her heart beat faster, not out of fear anymore, as she'd learned to accept the situation, but because she'd never been in such a situation. To her knowledge, she'd never turned her dad on, and all the sudden, the idea seemed a novelty to her. Her own father had gotten hard watching her, and she, too, felt guilty. Yet, it somehow made her wet, as Chaewon increased the speed at which she rubbed her pussy.

"Ugh," she softly moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lips as she leaned back, preserving in her mind the image of her father with his lusty eyes and bulging cock, staring at her as she masturbated. Is he still staring? She thought. As if to find the answer to her question, Chaewon pushed her middle finger halfway inside herself, sending pleasurable shockwaves to the nerves inside her hole, now slick and warm as it expanded to welcome her finger. She let out a moan. Is he watching now?

"Ohhhh, shit!" she dragged out the word, letting her finger linger before pushing it in all the way and gasping as she did. The idea that her father was still watching made her more wet as Chaewon tensed her body while her finger, almost on its own, thrust in and out of her body.

How hot was it that her father had lost all sense of fatherly love and protection and was turned on by her body, she thought. How hot was it that all the social constructions of family, thousands of years of defining and redefining what was moral and immoral were all gone, replaced with only the pure lust a father had for his own daughter. How hot was it that her father probably wanted to fuck her.

She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not.

A she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling, young Chaewon was snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, still slick with her juices, and look up.

"That's enough!" the masked man said. "This isn't just for you."

All the sudden, guilt came over Chaewon as she remembered the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worse yet, she'd masturbated, and gotten wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her own dad.

"You! Drop your pants!" the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Randy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Chaewon. The man probably wanted her father to masturbate in front of her now, Chaewon thought to herself, and all the sudden, was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.

Standing up and unbuckling his belt, Randy unsnapped the hook to his pants and got out of them, as Chaewon kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that Randy, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought this was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline rulebooks; it just was.

"Look at how hard you're making him," the man said to Chaewon. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared child peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Chaewon passed her father's crotch and stared into her father's eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Chaewon could see her father's cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis rested.

Chaewon couldn't do anything but take in a sharp breath - lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Randy, her own father, the very man who'd raised her, taught her to hit and catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually drive a car, was turned on by her. Randy, her own father, the man who'd been there for her first date, who had dried her tears when she was a child, and who had driven cross country to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt?

"Come over there and sit on him! Kiss him," the man commanded, perhaps ordering Chaewon to do what she would have done by herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Chaewon began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her own father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.

With nimble feet, Chaewon walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the entire time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she didn't know what to think. On the one hand, they were both turned on. On the other hand, she was his daughter. He was her father. This just couldn't happen in any civilized society, and because they'd considered themselves educated, this especially couldn't happen in their family.

What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert back to this incident and actually be turned on in her future masturbatory fantasies?

Inches away from him now, Chaewon swallowed hard as her father reached for her face, cupping her cheek with familiarity and love, and tried to comfort her as the heat of her cheek penetrated his hand. Reaching for the few wispy hairs on her face, he moved them to the side and continued to stroke her face with the inside of his thumb.

"I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice desperate for forgiveness. "I am so sorry we have to do this. And I am sorry for my reaction."

Chaewon took a deep breath knew she had to respond. Though, she wondered, was he more sorry that he couldn't do anything to end the situation, or was he sorry that he'd gotten hard watching her masturbate? Either way, Chaewon wanted to believe his words - every bit of them, and reaching to grab his hand, she kissed his thumb.

"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyone else. She forced a smile, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference between the love and lust she and her father felt, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their family endure?

Reaching for him, she pulled herself onto his lap and straddled to face him, their faces inches apart. It was much like when she was younger as father and daughter sat facing each other. But it didn't feel the same. First, she was naked and he was in his underwear, and second, he'd watched her masturbate. Thirdly, Chaewon was extremely turned on, and as far as she could tell, he was also turned on.

"Oh, wow," Chaewon whispered next to his ear as she felt his hardness jump in response to her naked, warmth crotch. Her father's cock was now separated from Chaewon's pussy by a small layer of underwear. She could feel its heat, strength and eagerness to break free of his underwear. A sense of guilt washed over Chaewon as her mind screamed to her that she was getting turned on by cock - her own father's cock. Yet, she nuzzled his face, taking in his scent, and closing her eyes, placing her lips on his chin, readying herself for the activity she'd done so many times before. It all felt familiar, but this time, it also felt different. Was she repulsed or she was excited? Chaewon couldn't tell, but as she kept her eyes closed, and gasped in surprise as she felt his lips gently touching hers. Taking in a deep breath, Chaewon parted her lips and took in his bottom lip before canting her head and sucking in her father's scent.

Warm, comforting and sexy. Those were the only words she could use to describe his kiss, as she sucked in her breath, taking in his, and felt his lips sucking on her upper lip, his hand stroking her face. Her eyes were tightly shut, remembering her first kiss and the many kisses she'd given and received since, but she also remembered that it was her father she was kissing. Guilt washed over her once more.

A tongue. He'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth. Warm and slick, the tip of his tongue danced against hers. Chaewon sighed, clinging tightly onto her father's face, giving in and feeling his heart beating against hers, her breasts on her father's body, her nipples mashing against his chest. Completely helpless and utterly horny, Chaewon gave in. Even if she were told to quit, Chaewon probably couldn't have done it. She needed to continue kissing.

Down below, she could feel her father's cock twitching in his underwear, pushing and pulsating against her pussy, as she straddle him, feeling her own juices oozing out of her pussy and soaking her dad's underwear. Small waves of pleasure built upon her as they continued to kiss, her tongue now exploring his, occasionally opening her eyes to check to see if her was looking, only to find his eyes tight shut, lost in the kiss.

As if by accident and through muscle memory, Chaewon began humping against her father's cock. Slow, rocking motion on her father, with his underwear still on and soaked with both their juices. His underwear preventing his cock from springing free, but riding the clothed-covered shaft, soaking it from the outside with her own slick juices, seemed exciting to Chaewon, as she placed her hands around his neck and bounced, subtly and slowly, as if afraid to be discovered that she was enjoying this.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned into his mouth so that only he could hear, leaving him harder now, knowing that his own daughter - young, sweet Chaewon was enjoying the make out session and attempting to relieve herself by humping his cock. Randy could feel the slickness of her juices on his thigh, as it ran from inside, and grew even more excited because of the incestuous and forbidden nature of their kiss. But inside of him was also a feeling of guilt.

My daughter. She's my own daughter. He pushed his thoughts away, and allowed himself to get lost in making out with his daughter, occasionally pumping his whole crotch up, pushing his cock, still restrained by his own underwear, against her. How many fathers had ever done this with their daughters? The thought was erotic to him, too erotic, and Randy knew he needed to cum. He needed to shoot his load, whether on her beautiful face or deep inside her hole, drooling and ready for him to slide inside, it didn't matter. Randy, a happily married man, needed to fuck Chaewon. Randy, a loving father, needed to fuck his own daughter.

They were interrupted yet again, and came back to reality, remembering that there was a stranger with a gun in the room. Clearing his throat, the man pulled Chaewon off her father, and with a lusty look in his eyes, pointed the gun at her and, as if the anger were gone, began to speak softly.

"Now, make him cum! You both need to cum," the man demanded, his words etching into Chaewon's mind as she imagined Randy's cock stretching her, filling her.

The words shocked Chaewon as she felt her heart skip a beat. What shocked Chaewon even more was how wet she'd gotten, as she looked down and saw that her lips were puffy, parted, and a constant stream of fuck juices slowly flowed out of her, running down her thighs. Her clit pushed out of its hood, readying to be pleasured.

"We're not going to do that," Randy said, almost drained from the emotional rollercoaster. "She's my daughter, I can't…"

Randy continued, but was cut short by the intruder who proceeded to give the 45-year-old man a verbal lashing.

"What do you mean you can't?" The man's eye popped wide open as he gestured toward Randy's groin. "Look at you. Look at how hard you are! You want to fuck your own daughter. Strip down!"

The intruder's words inspired the young girl to take notice again, secretly moving her eyes toward her father's crotch as Randy removed his underwear and stepped out of it. As he pulled down the underwear, Randy's cock sprang to life, its deep pink head dripping a thin string of clear, lubricated substance as its shiny head pointing straight out in front of him. Chaewon drew a sharp breath, partly because of the shock of having seen her dad naked and hard, and partly because she marveled at his cock. So beautiful, so hard, and to Chaewon, it seemed just the right size for what she needed at the moment. She closed her eyes and let herself drift again.

I can't do this. I can't do this, a voice echoed in her head as she swallowed hard. I want to, but I can't. It's daddy, and as much as I need to cum, I can't do this. I love my father, but not like this.

Thoughts continued to run in and out of her head, one second telling her it was her father and that it was unacceptable to even think about, let alone be pleasured by his cock. The next, Chaewon was wishing she could cum, wishing he'd make her cum, wishing he'd fuck her until she was so satisfied she couldn't move. Then she drifted back to the guilty thoughts, shameful thoughts, thoughts that things would never be the same. She then scolded herself for being turned on, and then reasoned that it was natural, only to feel guilty again. Chaewon was in a confused and sexual stage, and Dad's hard cock, just inches from her, did not help.

"Oh, Chaewon. I am so, so sorry." Randy's eyes almost begged for forgiveness, looking at her and then down at her pussy before quickly moving his eyes back up.

Chaewon, standing naked and shivering in fear and perhaps desire, her pussy shiny and slick, had in inverse effect on Randy's words as he felt his body and mind betraying him. He wasn't really sorry. He needed to fuck her. He needed to glide his cock inside what he imagined to be her quivering, velvety pussy, pinning her down and making her nectar splash on his thighs and hers with each thrust as they ride together toward an incestuous orgasm. The image weakened his knees.

"Dad, it's okay," she whispered, her voice quivering. "After this, we'll be done and we'll be a family again."

Chaewon meant what she said. She wanted to be a family again, and she was sure everything would be okay again. Yet, the only lingering word that rested in both of their minds was "this."

"This" meaning father-daughter sex; "this" meaning Randy shoving his cock deep inside Chaewon; "this" meaning Randy fucking his own daughter; "this" meaning giving in to their own lust and letting their sexual urges take over. "This" also probably meant keeping it a secret between them and never telling her unsuspecting mother. "This" meant they would never be the same again.

"This" was here and had to happen. Chaewon walked over to the couch and sat down, her eyes on her dad the entire time as she leaned back, waiting for Randy to approach her, knowing that although he was a few feet away from her, soon enough, he would be inside her. Soon enough, she knew, they would cross the threshold, the line drawn in the sand between father and daughter. Soon enough, Chaewon's father would fuck her.

"Just do it and get it over with, dad," she said, her voice detached as she spread one leg, flexing her knee, while her other leg dropped to the floor, exposing her pussy, still wet and slightly opened, to her father and the stranger. She closed her eyes and waited for "it." She took in a deep breath, expecting the worst emotionally, but also knew sex, no matter whom with, would feel good. For Chaewon, this would be a rollercoaster ride. For the young student, this would be the duality of good and bad, incest and sex. She sat there, back against the arm rest, waiting for "it."

Suddenly, Chaewon could feel her father's weight as he knelt down on the couch, his breathing labored as he approached her, letting out a sharp breath. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. Chaewon didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to acknowledge that it was her dad placing his hands on her naked body, his face inches from her now soaking pussy. She didn't want to admit it was incest. Was she turned on? Yes, more than she'd ever been. Blame that on biology, but she also knew it was her dad, and no matter what sociologists said about family being a social construct, it was still wrong.

She gasped at his touch as he moved her right knee up closer to her chest. Chaewon turned her face into the couch, closing her eyes, readying for "it." Then, without any warning, it took her by surprise, as she felt his thick, hot cockhead against her slit, dragged up and down the valley and spreading his heat along her slit before resting at the entrance of her hole. He hadn't entered yet and already, she could feel waves of pleasure as his rubbery cockhead made contact with the insides of her pussy lips. She could feel his pre-cum mixing with hers, and trembled at how hot his cockhead felt as she imagined what it might feel like burning deep inside her, filling her, stroking the insides of her pussy, pushing her to an orgasm.

But Randy had other intentions. Rather than pushing deep inside her, after resting the drooling penis in front of her entrance, Randy reached for his shaft and moved it back up, gliding up her slit and resting it on her clit, his hot pre-cum drooling onto it, coaxing it to further push out of its hood.

"Hmmm," she moaned as his cockhead touched her clit, and opened her eyes to look at him, kneeling over her, his cock in hand and just inches from the entrance of her pussy. Her own dad was grabbing his cock and tapping it on her clit. His beautiful, thick and round cockhead just half her height's length away from her mouth, and she felt a desire to take it deep inside her mouth, sucking on it, feeling the lubricant in her throat, the saltiness on her tongue. But first, she needed to cum.

Her words, her simple "hmmm," darkened Randy's mind, as he began to understand that she, too, was enjoying this. Randy reasoned he could not fuck his own daughter at that moment, remembering all the father-daughter moments they'd had; but in this sexual stage, his own thoughts dictated, this moment, too, would be added to the thousands of other father-daughter moments they'd created.

My God, what an incredibly horny girl she is, he thought as he began massaging her clit with his cockhead, making her jump and pushing herself deeper down against the couch as if to get away. She hissed at his touch, his cock vibrating thousands of nerves in her clit as her mind went blank, only focusing on the pleasure her father's thick, drooling cockhead provided.

"Oh, my God! Da … " she very softly moaned, still aware that there was a stranger in the room, and that this was incest, yet she wanted more. Chaewon wanted to cum, and the only person available to make her cum at that moment was her dad. She needed to cum, despite that it was her dad.

"What the hell are you doing, put it in her." The impatient man shot a look his way as he tinkered with the camera. "Fuck her," he demanded.

"I … please, I just can't do it," her father said, continuing to rub her clit and occasionally moving his cockhead in between her pussy lips to sweep up her hot, excited juices and making her flinch with each rub, spreading their fluids all over her clit. Though her father knew Chaewon was sexually turned on, he wanted to wait longer to see what would happen, he wanted to prevent himself from fucking her then and there. He wanted to keep their relationship as was, if only for another five minutes.

"Dad … daddy, just do it, please. Just get it over with." To both her father and the intruder, it sounded more like a plea, a beg to be fucked by her own father, a plea to cum by her father's cock, a request to have her father's cum deep inside her teenage pussy.

"Do what?" the man asked with a sly smile, knowing that Chaewon had fallen in lust, and needed to cum. His mission had been a success. He wanted the young girl to beg to be fucked, and soon enough, he knew, lewd words would fall out of her mouth, and would forever echo in his and her father's ears.

"Put it in me… your co … penis in me," Chaewon stammered, catching herself before she said "cock" instead of "penis."

"Just give him what he wants," she continued, knowing damn well that she only meant to give her what she wanted, and that if the man was going to force them to fuck, that she would want to be fucked right then. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, she reasoned. If he was going to force them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.

Complying, though still reluctantly, her father dragged his cock downward toward Chaewon's wet, drooling hole, as her lips parted and, holding his cock at the entrance of her pussy, pushed his thick head against the opening. Although Chaewon was soaked from anticipation, her pussy slightly parted, the 18-year-old's tightness resisted his cock's advances. Yet, just the tip of his cock, nestling against her pussy, sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. Randy needed more. He needed to push his entire cockhead within her, and once that happened, pin his daughter against the couch and fuck her until her body convulsed with pleasure, sending her toward their incestuous finally. Tight, yes, but not impossible to penetrate. He would try again, Randy determined, until his entire cock was within her.

Repositioning himself for better leverage, and staring into Chaewon's desperate eyes, Randy grunted as he pushed against her pussy once more, using his thumbs to part her smoldering lips before placing his cock against the entrance, his clear, hot pre-cum leaking onto her hole. This time, the tiny hole, already well lubricated and burning with her natural lubricant, yielded to his cock. Feeling his cock pushing her lips apart, Chaewon groaned, letting out a lung full of air through her mouth, and helped her father's penetration by pushing against him.

The warmth of Chaewon's pussy engulfed Randy's cock as their efforts met, his head expanding her insides before they clamped tightly around his shaft, clinging onto his leaking cockhead, his pre-cum mixing with her own juices, making her entire pussy walls slick with the combination of their nectars. Soon, he hit the bottom of his daughter's tiny pussy as the rest of his shaft disappeared inside her. Stopping to take a breath, Randy marveled at his daughter's rolled back eyes, her mouth opened, as if asking to be kissed.

This was it. This was a father and daughter fucking. Those words rang in Chaewon's ears and ran through her body, and to her surprise, it caused goose bumps and waves of pleasure, rather than fear and repulse.

"Oh, nice, daddy." Grinning her teeth, Chaewon wrapped her arms around his neck as his cock filled her tight, teenage space, her pussy expanding to accommodate him. Chaewon was filled with her father's own cock. "You're in."

That fact excited Chaewon in ways that surprised her. To be filled by her own father, his cock deep inside her pussy was something Chaewon never expected or thought of. But now that the hard, pulsating cock was inside her, it didn't matter to Chaewon that the cock belonged to her father.

Pinned to the couch under her father's weight, Chaewon drifted again - thousands of miles away, lost in her own thoughts. Start flexing your cock. Move it. Start fucking me. You're hard for me. I can feel your cock. Now fuck me with it.

They remained still, her eyes opening back up and locking themselves into his. The guilt and fear she saw in him had dissipated, replaced with the kind of lust she'd never seen in any man's eyes, nor felt within herself. Nothing more did she want than to cum, to be fucked so hard her pussy ached. It didn't matter anymore that it was her father. Or, perhaps, the thought came across her mind, it did matter that he was her father. It's because he is my father that I am so wet. My God, just start fucking me already. Fuck me hard.

Randy moved his cock, subtly at first, just fractions of an inch in and out of her, rocking both of their bodies as he felt the entire couch move and her breasts swaying. Her hotness burned his cock. Randy increased his speed, his balls slammed into her, creating sweet, flesh-against-flesh sounds each time he thrust deep inside of her. What began as a scary proposition for them both had culminated in pleasure. His cock was in her pussy. Randy was in Chaewon. Father was inside his daughter. Randy's mind spun and fogged at the realization he was inside his own daughter, but it only fueled him to fuck her deeper and faster. Inside their living room where he had watched Chaewon grow, take her first steps, and grow into the beautiful young woman, the slapping noises and Chaewon's increasing yelps of pleasure echoed like staccato gunfire. Each time he thrust himself all the way in, slippery juices from their incestuous fucking splattered on her thighs and stomach and his chest, making their skin glisten from the lights' reflection.

"Oh, fuck," Chaewon moaned and pushed back each time he pushed in, knowing that they'd crossed the line, and there would be no turning back. There she was, home from summer vacation, getting fucked by her own father and enjoying it. When she'd left school earlier in June, Chaewon never imagined she'd get fucked by her own father. Though now, she didn't seem to care, Chaewon thought to herself, as she spread her legs wider, offering her entire body to her dad.

Randy had heard "fuck" come out of Chaewon's mouth before, but never in this situation. He had never heard the young girl say, "fuck" in response to sexual pleasure - and what's more, sexual pleasure that came from him. Fuck. She is enjoying this, too. My daughter is wet and fucking back. She wants this. My own daughter is horny because of me - because of my own cock.

"Nhhhh, da …," Chaewon groaned as his cock hit a sensitive spot, and grabbed onto the couch, meeting her eyes with his. For father and daughter, there were only two in the world as their bodies meshed, his cock deep inside his daughter's pussy.

"Oh, dad, oh, shit," Chaewon panted through her nostrils, her head rolled back, her body pushing back to meet his thrust as her hands covered her face. A deep itch developed inside her, and thank God he was here, she thought. Thank God her father was here to scratch the itch - an itch that only her own father's cock, at that exact moment, can possibly scratch.

"More, daddy," she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out.

Though the 18-year-old had never been quite vocal during sex, something within her erupted each time her father's cock slammed deep inside her, his slick cockhead massaging her pussy, bringing out even more of her juices from within her pussy walls.

"Oh. My. Gooood," she enunciated each word softly with every thrust. For the first, Chaewon accepted that it was her father fucking her, and not giving a damn. To hell with the taboos society imposed. To hell with what sociologist had to say. Dad is fucking me and I want to cum all over his cock.

Just as Chaewon and Randy had developed their rhythm, with his daughter pushing her crotch toward him each time he pushed his cock into her, he pulled out, his cock pulsating and coated with her cum as he stood above her, almost out of breath, staring at her. They looked into each other eyes, and as if able to communicate just by their eyes, Chaewon stood up to momentarily face him before turning toward the couch, her hands resting on the armrest as she leaned forward. Chaewon's bottom, naked and red from being pinned on the couch, stuck out at him and she spread her legs.

"Hurry," Chaewon begged, almost out of breath as she looked back at him before burying her face against the back of her hands, expecting that her father would know exactly what to do and almost ashamed that she was asking for it - "it" being getting fucked again and harder by her dad.

Randy quickly found her pussy again, still wet and smoldering from their previous fucking. Sliding his cock along her slit from behind her, Randy promptly placed his cockhead against her hole. Her pussy, now familiar with his cock, opened up to accept the thick head, before clamping onto his entire shaft. Chaewon winced as her father pulled her back toward him, gliding his cock deeper into her with a violent thrust. Just like that, they were at it again - father and daughter were fucking and this time, they began fucking not out of fear or intimidation. His cock was deep inside her and as he began pumping again, her breasts swayed.

"Oh, my God …daddy …fuck…" she moaned as he pumped his cock against her repeatedly, holding on to either side of her hips, feeling his orgasm building and hoping he could wait until she came.

As Randy repeatedly slammed his cock into his daughter, pulling out slightly before pushing his hardness back inside her, it didn't matter to Chaewon that it was her father fucking her. In fact, she wanted it. She no longer loved it because it felt good despite the fact that her father was fucking her. She loved it because it felt good, and because her father was fucking her. Incest. The oldest, most socially taboo sin in society and she'd given into it. She'd reluctantly given in because she had to. But it didn't matter any longer because this was incest, and she was enjoying it. At 18, Chaewon was enjoying fucking not for sheer fucking; she was enjoying fucking because it was incest fucking. She needed to cum because it was, Chaewon realized as she saw their reflections in the mirror, her own father fucking her from behind.

"Oh, my God, …fuck …me." Words she'd never uttered escaped her lips, still reluctant and embarrassed that she was enjoying the lewdness of the situation. The words would add to that. Chaewon wanted to say more. She wanted to scream the words. Words she never even thought of all the sudden were on her mind and needed to come out as her dad pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside, and taking it back out and thrusting back in harder each time. She needed to say it because the words were already ringing in her own mind. Oh, God, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your own daughter. Make me cum.

Chaewon tried to hold on, she tried to wait until it was all over, until he'd came deep inside and she was alone to say those words to herself and relive what her father did to her, as to maintain a modicum of self-respect. She did try to hold on. Oh, she did. But as Randy's cock slammed into her and his hand reached around to squeeze her tits while their bodies crashed against each other, the 18-year-old felt a jolt of pleasure and gave in.

"Oh, ugh, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, more!" she let loose, emphasizing each word and begged with every thrust. Goosebumps popped up all over her arms and chest as the young girl was surprised at her own words and turned on at the same time. Randy, hearing those lewd words for the first time, lost control, groaned and slammed harder into his daughter. Grunting with each thrust and feeling his balls boiling, readying to shoot his hot cum deep inside her, Randy slowed down to almost a stop. Slouching forward to hold her entire body, his cock still buried inside her, Randy sucked on his daughter's right ear before whispering, letting his humid breath penetrate her ear. "Tell me what you want, Chaewon."

"You know what I want. Please" She let out a desperate grunt, knowing her father had caught on to how much she wanted it. Yet, it was one thing to let those words loose while he was fucking her and another to beg for it now that he had stopped fucking her. Her mind still raced. Why did you stop fucking me? I was so close, she thought. Put it back in. Make me cum.

"Then tell me, Chaewon. Tell daddy what you want," Randy whispered as he stopped fucking her entirely. His face leaned against hers, his cocked still buried deep inside. He needed to hear her say it again.

"I … I want your … cock. Fuck me hard. Fuck your … little … girl's pussy. Make me cum." She was delirious. She was begging and no longer ashamed of it. Chaewon needed her father's cock. She needed Randy to p

As he heard the words, Randy groaned and began pumping again, pulling Chaewon's entire back onto his cock as she yelped, her breathing labored with each thrust.

"Oh, yeah. Right there. Fuck me more, daddy. Fuck me … fuck me." With her father's cock lodged in her and fucking her toward an orgasm she'd never felt before, Chaewon let go and gave in to all the incestuous lust she'd denied herself. Chaewon needed to cum and the only person she wanted to help her cum was her own father.

Then, there were stars. Chaewon felt the intensity build up deep inside her, as her tits became heavier, her pussy pulsated and leaked hot juices against her father's cock and felt her body tense at the images in the mirror - her father's eyes intense with lust as he slammed his cock into her. As the itch continued to rise and the speed at which her father fucked her increased, Chaewon inched closer to her orgasm. Sudden, it exploded. She felt her whole body tighten, and pushed back hard into her father's thrusting cock. Her whole body cramped, and she exploded, shuddering as she came, her cunt hole tightening around his cock.

"Oh, shit. Cumming … daddy," she screamed as her muscles contracted, her cunt vibrated and at that exact moment, between her yelps and moans and delirious incestuous moans, Randy's cock gave in to the undulating movements inside his daughter's pussy, as it twitched and his balls tightened, and his temples filled of blood as he momentarily only saw darkness. Pulling her in and slamming his cock into her, Randy felt the gallons of cum deep inside him shooting into his daughter, coating her pussy walls with his thick, sticky cum. With each squirt, he pulled her against his body, as he shot inside his daughter, feeling his cum dripping back down against him.

Her father's hot cum was what did it for Chaewon as she grinded her pussy to meet his thrust, feeling the jets of searing hot cum exploding inside her. Letting out a groan, her body went limp, her chest flushed as her muscles tensed and she exploded, her pussy squeezing against his cock as she exhaled, waves of orgasmic pleasure hitting her, and like a slingshot rollercoaster ride, time and again shooting her up high at the point of orgasmic ecstasy before sending her crashing back down before shooting her up high again.

Then, it was over. The highs of fucking his own daughter ended as Randy pulled out, leaving behind a trail of his own gooey cum, slowly dripping out of Chaewon's red, shiny pussy. Gone were the echoes of her yelps and the slapping of flesh. Gone was the unquenchable lust both father and daughter needed to satisfy. Gone, too, was the relationship they'd had.

Together, they fell onto the couch and lean against each other's sweaty body, out of breath and out of things to say to each other. For a second, father and daughter embraced, taking in their breaths and staring at the ceiling, confronted with the reality of what had just taken place. With only their quiet, peaceful breathing audible, Chaewon realized the man had left.

Beginning to deconstruct what had happened, Chaewon reasoned that it had to happen either way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, and that there would be no regret. The fact still remained that she liked it - that they liked it. Once she caught her breath, she would wash her father's cum off her, they would air the room to hide their incestuous fucking from her mother. She would make lunch, they would talk about it and, she hoped, they would move on with their lives.

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(END) Educating Mommy Eunbi

RING! RING!

Ah shit. Just as I started pulling at my tie, my cell phone rang. I hated all those different distinctive cell phone rings that people put on—I just wanted mine plain and simple, so it sounded just like a regular old phone. As much as I wanted to let it ring, the number of people that had the number of my cell was limited to a select few, so I figured this call might be important.

"Hello," I said as I pulled it out of my jacket pocket.

"Andy, we need your help—right now." A distressed voice that sounded familiar came over the phone.

"Bob?"

"Yeah Andy, it's me," replied Bob McBride, the IT Director at The Luxor. "We're up shit's creek and I need you to get your ass over here as soon as you can."

I'd never heard Bob sound so frantic before. The Luxor was one of my regular clients, but he'd never spoken to me in such a harried tone before. Either something was seriously wrong, or one of those hookers he liked to fool around with had his balls clamped in a rusty vice. But since his voice wasn't as high-pitched as the second scenario would indicate, I figured he was having a genuine problem with his systems.

"Whoa, slow down there, Bob," I said as tried to calm him. "Now tell me what's going on."

"Okay, sorry." I heard him take a deep breath. "All of our systems are running way too slow. I've never seen it bogged down like this. I've had our guys try a bunch of different things but nothing seems to be working." He paused for a second before speaking again, a pleading tone in his voice this time. "Andy, I really need your help. Can you come right away?"

The last time I'd done some work there I'd told Bob that his systems were outdated and should be replaced. I had told him that something like this might happen if he wasn't proactive. But I knew this was not the time to start saying 'I told you so'—it sounded like he was in enough of a mess as it was. I looked over at my mother who was still kneeling on the floor. Her eyes looked at me longingly as I talked on the phone, her fingers scooping up the wads of cum from her face and chest as she fed my warm manly cream to herself. As I watched her with perverted lust, I felt my cock twitch again, my erection refusing to go down, and I felt torn—torn between my incestuous desire for my sexy mother, and the professional reputation I'd fought so hard to build. As a professional consultant, I had no choice. I'd told Bob—as I had with all my other clients of that stature—to call me anytime they had a true emergency. I'd basically given my word, and I wasn't going to break it now. The Luxor had been good to me, and now they were calling for my help. As I watched my mother close her lips down on her semen-coated finger, with a groan of displeasure, I made my decision. "Yeah Bob, I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Andy, that's fantastic. Thanks so much. I'll meet you in the lobby," Bob said just before I hung up.

"You have to go?" my mother asked, the look on her face telling me she was anxious to continue what we'd just started.

"Yes. I'm sorry. That was a guy from The Luxor. They've got a huge problem."

She sighed, sadness spreading over her pretty face. "That's okay, Andy. I know how hard you've worked to build up your business. I was really looking forward to having the whole day together, but it can wait." She looked at me lovingly, wads of my fresh cum still dangling from her pretty face and huge tits. Her eyes drifted down to my throbbing member, still sticking out from my open fly. "You're...you're still hard." She raised her eyes back up to mine, a devilish glint in her gaze. And then she said the kind of thing I'd always dreamed of her saying. "I don't think you should go to work like that. It looks like it would be very uncomfortable."

I knew my cock was still rock-hard, even though I'd just climaxed. They didn't call me "Triple-A" just because my name was Andrew Alexander Adelson—it was also because an old girlfriend had once told Connor that I can keep cumming and cumming—just like the Energizer Bunny. I'd been hoping we'd be able to spend the whole day together too, as I definitely had some specific plans to move forward with my mother's sexual education. But unfortunately, duty called. My mother was right about one thing—I definitely had no intention of leaving until I got rid of another load—but I also knew I didn't have a lot of time. As I looked at her and her pile of discarded clothes lying on the floor next to her, I knew just the thing to get this load off in a hurry.

"You're right, Mom, it would be very uncomfortable to go to work like this," I said as I stepped in front of her kneeling form and wrapped my hand around my pulsing dick. "Give me your panties."

I was happy to see that she didn't question my instruction at all, she simply rose to her feet and reached beneath her skirt. I started to stroke my cock slowly back and forth, my hand circling my truncheon-like dick in a warm loving corridor. She shimmied her hips and then drew her warm panties down over her glistening legs and those sexy bone-colored high heels.

"That's a good girl." I praised her as she handed me the lacy white panties. They were nice and warm, and completely drenched with her womanly nectar. I brought them to my face and breathed deeply, the intense musky scent of her cunt-honey settling luxuriously into my senses. "That smells really nice. Now get back on your knees."

She did exactly as I asked, instantly dropping to her knees, her cum-coated face and tits mere inches in front of my dripping cockhead. I slipped her sodden panties over my throbbing erection and resumed stroking, the damp silky fabric arousing me even more as I moved it back and forth along the rigid shaft. I loved the look of wicked surprise in her eyes, but jerking off with my mother's soiled panties was something I'd been doing for years—and having her watch me do it now just made it even more exciting.

"Now pull your skirt up and spread your knees...that's it...just spread 'em a little wider," I said as she pulled her skirt up and shifted her knees out to each side. Her swollen pussy-lips came into view, the pink labial curtains shining with her sticky juices. "That's it—perfect. Now put your fingers between your legs and play with yourself while I jerk off." An incestuous thrill went through me as her hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding their way between her gooey lips. I stepped closer and drew the enflamed head of my cock all around her face, the crimson helmet sliding sensually through the milky semen I'd deposited there just minutes ago.

"Do you like that, Mom?" I asked as I moved my long thick erection all over her pretty face, my hard dick snowplowing through the pearly gobs of cum.

"Yes," she replied in a breathy whisper as her fingers worked feverishly between the slick petals of warm flesh.

"Give me your bra." I looked down at the sexy garment, the huge formed cups staring up at me from the floor beside her. She reached down and quickly passed me her bra. As I took it in my hand, I could feel the wire piping beneath the white fabric of the heavily-structured piece of apparel. I stepped back and pulled my engorged member off her face, the tip dripping with flowing precum and milky remnants of my previous discharge. I held one of the massive bra cups before me as I vigorously stroked my hand back and forth, the smooth curved lining of the 32G cup beckoning for my cum—just as it had many times when I was younger.

"Oh yeah," I groaned as I felt the tingling contractions start in my midsection. I stroked faster, the boiling semen inside me starting to speed up the shaft of my surging erection.

"OH FUCK, MOM...HERE YOU GO," I said as I started to cum. I could see her watching intently, her eyes alive with animalistic rapture as the first shot of thick rich jizz spurted forth into her bra cup.

"Aaaaaahhhh," she gasped and I saw her fingers working feverishly between her legs as I continued to cum, flooding her bra cup with a massive load. A second, third and fourth shot spat forth, my pearly cock-juice pooling in the bottom of the huge cup.

"OHHHHHHHHNNNN," she moaned deep in her throat as she climaxed. I saw her body twitching and her eyes closed in bliss as the rocking sensations of a tingling orgasm raced through her body, every nerve-ending alive with pleasure. The warm earthy scent of her oozing cunt filled the room, the intense fragrance of her flowing juices firing my burning libido even more.

"This is all for you, Mom," I said as I continued to jack away at my spitting cock, her damp panties sliding salaciously along my throbbing shaft while I pumped out wad after wad of viscous goo. I stroked and stroked until I had no more, my balls drained, at least for now. My hand slowed, before I turned to her and drew the last creamy drop of my precious seed along her parted red lips. It made me smile to see her tongue quickly slide out and run all around her pouty lips, drawing my savory nectar back into her mouth.

"Here you go, Mom," I said as I handed the cum-filled bra to her. She withdrew her sticky hand from between her legs and cradled the big structured cup, her eyes staring intently at the cloudy puddle of warm semen filling the bottom. As she looked at the swirling pool of sperm-laden goo, I saw a shiver of desire run through her body as her tongue ran instinctively around her wet lips. I dropped her panties on the floor and put my hand gently on her head. "Like I said, it's all for you. Go ahead, lick it up." I softly pushed her head towards the bra, but she needed no coaxing. A lecherous smile crossed my face as she lowered her head, her whole face fitting inside the massive bra cup.

"Mmmmm," she purred like a little kitten as her tongue slid forward and delved into the pearly mass of quivering fluid. I watched her tongue slide all around the puddle of milky discharge before she lowered her face even further inside the structured cup and put her lips right into the cloudy pool.

"SLUPPPPPPPPPP..." It sounded just like someone sucking up a strand of spaghetti as she eagerly vacuumed up my sperm-filled cum. She made a second wet sucking sound, and then a third before I saw the muscles in her neck contract as she swallowed, my warm cream slipping smoothly down her throat.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewed again as I saw her tongue press flat against the inside of her sexy bra and lick at the soft smooth material lining the cup.

"That's my girl, get it all," I encouraged as her tongue lapped eagerly at the sodden fabric. She finally got as much as she could, then looked up at me as she licked her lips, a look of hungry desire on face—she wanted more. This was the perfect time to leave, knowing she'd be anxious for me to feed her more when I returned.

"I've gotta go," I said, tucking my slowly deflating member back into my pants. "You'll get some more when I come back later, okay?"

She nodded happily as I zipped up and grabbed my keys.

"Good. In the meantime, lick the rest off your breasts—that should keep you until I get back."

As I went out the door, I turned and looked back. A tingle of perverted pleasure ran through me as I saw my sexy mother lift one of her huge tits to her mouth, her pursed lips seeking out and sucking hungrily on her cum-covered nipple.

I closed the door behind me, a shit-eating grin on my face. Yes, things were coming along perfectly with this re-education of my mother. She was happily agreeing to everything I wanted—I only had to break down her resistance to actual intercourse to make things absolutely perfect. It seemed like it was only going to be a matter of time, and I had hoped that time was going to be today. As I hopped in my Ford Fusion and headed to The Luxor, I was anxious to help Bob McBride with his problem and get back.

"Bob, what's going on?" I said as he met me in the entrance lobby and started to lead me to their main systems room.

"Like I said on the phone," he replied, his long gangly arms waving frantically as he rushed forward. He looked like a cartoon character of a frantic bird, gesticulating and flailing his arms about as he talked. "Everything is totally bogged down. Something seems to be malfunctioning but I can't determine what. I don't understand it. I know what you said before about our systems being outdated, but I thought they were still good enough to take some additional load."

"What additional load?" I asked as I entered the systems room behind him and closed the door. I could see his tech guys rushing everywhere, grim looks on their faces.

"We set up a number of new stations in one of the convention rooms. You know, everybody brings their own computers to these things nowadays."

"Oh Jesus," I thought to myself. Their system was far too antiquated to add any more load on it. This is one of the things I had told him previously. But again, I wasn't going to lecture him. Bob was a nice guy, but if I wanted to really know what was going on, I figured I'd get the right answers from his main tech guy. That guy knew his stuff, Bob was mostly an administrator. "Bob, is Yamal here? I want to talk to him."

"Yeah, he's over there," he said as he pointed across the room. I saw Yamal busy typing away at his keyboard, his eyes fixed on data scrolling across his monitor.

"Yamal," I said as I hurriedly walked up and looked over his shoulder. "What's going on?"

"Oh Andy, hi," her replied as he turned around and quickly shook my hand. He held up his hands in an exasperated fashion. "They've overloaded the whole system when they hooked all those new stations up in that convention room. I told Bob it wasn't going to work but he insisted."

"Have you run a diagnostic?"

"Yeah. I ran one earlier and made a few changes to see if it would improve things. This is a new one running right now. It should be finished in a...aaahh...there we go. Let's take a look."

I pulled the chair from the next station over and sat beside Yamal as we looked at the data.

"Oh shit," he muttered under his breath as he scrolled from the initial screen to the next. His statement was right on the mark. As we looked at the next few pages of diagnostic results, it just seemed to get worse.

"You know what this means, don't you?" I asked.

"I know exactly," replied Yamal with a resigned shake of his head.

"Bob," I said as I stood up and called over the director, who'd been anxiously watching us. "To put it mildly, you're fucked. If you want the rest of the hotel to operate properly, you're going to have to unplug all those new terminals from that room. And even then, at this point, your old systems might not work as fast as they did."

"But I can't do that," he replied, his long arms waving frantically once more as he paced back and forth. "We need that room this week and then next week, we've got an even bigger convention. We're using that room, plus the one right next to it, and it's even bigger. By next weekend, we're going to need similar systems in both of those rooms." He paused for a second to let me think about what he'd just said. "Andy, please, can you fix this?"

I couldn't stop shaking my head at the mess they'd gotten themselves into. "There's no way. Not with the servers you're running now." I saw him shrug in despair, knowing he was going to be in deep shit if things didn't get straightened out. The poor bastard might even get fired. Although he was a bit of dolt sometimes, Bob was a decent guy, and I knew he'd been directed to keep his eye on the bottom line. I figured I needed to try and save his sorry ass as best as I could. "Look, I'll tell you right now, if you want me to take this job, I'm going to need carte blanche when it comes to ordering the equipment you need."

"I think I can arrange that. I know you told me before our equipment was outdated," he added sheepishly.

I looked around, my eyes meeting Yamal's. At least there was one guy here who knew the score. "And Bob," I continued, "this is going to take at least two weeks to be up and running the way you want it."

I saw his shoulders slump once more. "Uh...hang on," he said, hurrying from the room.

"Let me take a look at that information again," I said to Yamal as I sat next to him once more. As we discussed the problem and what the diagnostics were showing, Bob rushed back in a few minutes later.

"Andy," he said as he beckoned for me to join him. I walked over and stood next to him, wondering what was going on. "Look, I know how much your usual rates are. I've been authorized to let you know we'll pay you this much if you can get everything up and running properly by this coming Friday." He handed me a folded slip of paper.

I opened it and almost gasped out loud as I looked at the dollar figure that was written down—it was half of the income I'd made the previous year, and that was no small figure. My mind raced as I thought about the work that needed to be done and what that would entail.

"Okay," I said as I took the piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. "I'm going to need free access to this room at any time."

"No problem," Bob replied, a look of pure joy coming over his face as I agreed to help. He pulled a PDA from his pocket and started making notes as I spoke.

"And I'm going to need two of your suites."

"Two suites?"

"If you want this done by this coming Friday, then I'm going to need to be here 24 hours straight until then. And I'm going to have to bring in a couple of other people to help out. I'll need that second room for them to take turns crashing until we can get this sorted out for you. Plus, our meals are all going to be here. And you guys will be covering that too."

"Uh...okay, I can arrange that."

"I want Yamal here all the time until this crisis is resolved. And he gets paid triple time." I saw Yamal look at me, a pleased smile on his face.

"Okay." Bob nodded.

"And one other thing," I said as Bob held his phone out, wondering what I was going to ask for next. "I want a steady supply of cold Dr. Pepper on hand at all times, starting right now." Bob looked surprised at that one but quickly made a note.

"Is there an actual period in Dr. Pepper?" he asked. Yamal and I smiled.

"I don't think so, but I don't really care. I just want one here now." I turned and faced Yamal as I took out my phone and pulled off my jacket. "Okay, let's get to work."

Yamal and I discussed the situation intently for the next half hour before we agreed on a plan of attack. A waitress had brought in my Dr. Pepper as requested and I was almost finished before I made my first phone call. I made two calls, one right after the other to two guys who were my main competitors in the freelance market, Chet and Doug. I knew in order to get this job done by Friday, I'd need help from both of them. I'd pay them directly out of my bonus. Being competitors, we knew each other very well but had never worked together. They were surprised to get my call. I told each of them if they weren't able to help, I'd be calling the other. Neither one seemed to want to be the odd one out. They were surprised when they both showed up and knew I'd played each of them against the other to get them to agree.

"Andy, you're a clever bastard, that's for sure," Chet said as Doug walked in. They knew they'd been had.

"Hey, I needed both of you for this job." We shook hands all around as Doug gave me a playful poke in the ribs. I quickly explained the plan I'd previously discussed with Yamal. "Chet, I'm going to need you to write some new code and Doug, I want you to ensure the integration of the new systems. Yamal will be working with both of you. He'll see to it that everybody else in here gives you whatever you need."

There were nods of agreement all around as we sat down and started to set out the list of equipment needed. After a couple of hours, we got the approval from Bob to go ahead. Once Doug got on the phone and started ordering, I spoke with Bob. "If we can get that one server in place tomorrow, this first additional room should be able to work. It won't be as fast as you want, but it will work."

"Oh Andy, that's great." I saw a wave of relief wash over Bob as he smiled for the first time all day.

"Okay, now I'm going to go home and change while those guys are working. I'll be back in less than an hour."

"Great. Thanks Andy. That's great."

I rushed home and changed into jeans and a t-shirt before packing a bag with enough stuff to do me for the rest of the week. I called my mother from home and told her what was happening. She was sad that I wouldn't be coming back today, but she understood. I told her I loved her and couldn't wait until I saw her again.

"I love you too, Andy," she said tearfully. "I love you more than you could ever know." She hung up and I think I felt just as sad as she did.

For the rest of the week, everybody worked day and night. Chet and Doug were great, working like slaves as they took turns getting some rest in the suite I'd arranged for them. I had one to myself and basically just used it to sleep, shower and change. We ate our meals in the systems room while we continued to work. Things really started to come together on Wednesday afternoon and it inspired us to work even harder. Those guys were heavily into the Red Bull, but I stuck to the nectar of the Gods, Dr. Pepper. I lost track of the number of bottles I drank, but the empties were scattered all over the meeting room we'd made into our control center.

We finally finished just before noon on Friday and metaphorically turned the keys over to Bob at lunchtime, well in advance of our end-of-the-day deadline. We called him into the meeting room where we were sitting having one last drink together to celebrate—even if it was just Red Bull and Dr. Pepper.

"Andy, I don't know how you did it," Bob said as he handed me my check, "but you really saved my ass this time."

"It was no problem, Bob," I said. "It pays to have some great help." I looked around at the other guys who were exhausted, but smiling like boys who've just lost their virginity to a sexy MILF. They all nodded in agreement as we shared high-fives all around. I wrote checks for Chet and Doug and shook hands with Yamal before we all went our separate ways, everybody in dire need of sleep.

I squinted as I carried my bag outside to my car, realizing I hadn't seen the sun in days. Before I started the engine, I phoned Jessica, the clerk at The Cat Pajamas who always helped me, and asked her to prepare a selection of new items I planned to pick up on my way to my mom's.

"32G, right?" she asked, a mischievous tone in her voice.

"That's right, 32G. I think you know my taste by now. And this time, I think we'll try something a little more daring as well." I pictured my mother in some sexy open bras or bustiers, her huge tits projecting invitingly over nothing more than a supportive shelf.

"Alright, I think we've got some things that I think you'll love."

It didn't take me too long to arrive at the shop, and Jessica's taste didn't disappoint me. I paid for all the goods she had ready for me, plus I purchased a few more articles I considered a 'must have' for all the sexy games I had planned.

Not wanting to waste another second, I raced over to my mother's. Between the hectic rigors of trying to get that job done under the deadline, I had managed to call her a couple of times. She told me she was missing me terribly but she understood why I had to stay and do what I was doing. She'd been working at the library part-time but she'd also told me she'd had a bit of a run-in with a woman at her church. It wasn't Alice Palmer this time—I guess she'd taken my hint to lay off my mother. This time it was another woman, somebody named Mary something-or-other that I'd never heard her mention before. I'd told her on the phone to forget about it and not to let it bother her. She had said she'd try.

"Mom, I'm here," I called out as I breezed into her house. I found her in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch crying, a box of tissues on the cushion next to her. I was surprised to see her dressed in a loose-fitting sweat shirt and sweat pants. "Mom, wh...what's wrong?" I asked as I sat next to her and took her hand.

"I went to church today to help get things ready for Sunday school this week and Mary was there." Just saying the woman's name had her sobbing again.

"The same woman you had words with yesterday?" I asked. My addled brain wasn't sure of anything right now. I was exhausted and I knew my tolerance level was at an all-time low.

"Yes, it was the same woman. I wore one of the new outfits you'd got me—that first one, with the nice purple sweater and black skirt." She looked at me to see if I knew which outfit she was talking about. As if I could ever forget—I remembered how fantastic she'd looked in that outfit, and how quickly my cock had become an iron bar in my pants as I'd taken picture after picture of her with my phone.

"So what happened?"

"Yesterday she'd been on me about how it was the duty of someone in my position to make 'positive contributions to the church', as she called it. I did like you'd suggested and just sloughed it off. I don't think she liked that because today, she started picking on me about my clothes."

"What did she say?"

"She said they were the devil's clothes and that God was looking down on me with scorn. She told me I should leave and wasn't welcome in the church until I learned how to dress accordingly. She said it right in front of everybody else. The only one who looked sorry for me was Alice Palmer. Oh Andy, I felt so bad. What am I going to do?" She followed her story with more sobs. She dabbed a tissue to her nose as she looked at me, her eyes swimming with tears.

I shook my head in dismay. I couldn't believe the pettiness and ignorant jealousy of these women. But then again, this seemed like the same type of conversation my mother and I had been having forever. In my frazzled and sleep-deprived state, I snapped. "What you're going to do is get as far away from those people as you can."

"Andy, but I...I...," she stammered as she looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes.

"No buts," I said as I got to my feet and paced back and forth in the living room. I stopped and pointed to what she was wearing. "Is that why you changed into those clothes, because of what that woman said?" She nodded, the tissue once again dabbing at her nose. I felt the fury in me building, and I knew inside that this moment had been coming for a long time, however, I did my best to remain in control. After all, it was the church people I was angry at, not Mom. Despite that, from the look on my mother's face, I guess the disappointment I felt with her now was evident. I thought this was a pivotal moment in our relationship, and I didn't want that 'Mary' to mess everything up between us. Still, something needed to be done about it.

I pulled her to me and hugged her until her sobs subsided. It took her a few minutes to regain some composure, but I'm sure the fact that she was in contact with me after so many days helped to relieve the pain and sadness she was feeling. That convinced me further the necessity of what I was about to do in the great scheme of things. I lifted her chin up and looked tenderly into her eyes.

"That's it, Mother. I'm sorry but I'm not going to listen to this any longer. We've been over this again and again. Those people don't respect you. They just look at you as a bank account they can draw from whenever they want. I don't care what you do with your money, but I do care about you not being treated the way you deserve." I picked up my car keys that I'd dropped on the coffee table. "I've had a rough week and I'm sorry, but I've had enough—you have to make a decision—it's either me or the church. I can't do this anymore."

I had to make sure the church's influence on my mother was totally severed. I admit I was being partially selfish, but I was totally convinced that the new path I had envisioned for her would make my mother much happier than she had ever been. So I continued in an understanding yet firm tone, "Actually, the real choice is: do you want to remain the woman you were up until dad left or do you want to become the woman I've recently shown you that you can be? And do you know who that is? That's a truly beautiful woman, who dresses the way she wants to dress, who's willing to eagerly try the wondrous experiences her inner self is willing her to do, who loves to feel the joyful pleasures and blissful happiness that life is capable of giving her, that's who that woman is."

I could see in her eyes that she already knew the answer to that question. She just had to come to terms with the implications. It was clear to me I had to be proactive. My mother needed someone who knew how to take charge in any kind of situation, so I needed to step up my game too. It only took me a fraction of a second to decide what was the appropriate course of action I should follow. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, then stood up and turned around, heading for the door.

I heard her gasp, but I didn't even look back as I turned and walked out the door. I knew that right now I was so tired that I was about to lose it, but I knew inside me that at some point I had to give her that ultimatum to shake things up. Now was as good a time as any.

I hopped back in my car and drove home, knowing I needed sleep in order to think straight. My new relationship with my mother may be coming to an end, and that was something I was going to have to deal with too. I hoped if I put her in this spot she'd see things my way, but you never know. I figured if we were going to break it off, I might just as well try to look on the bright side.

As soon as I got home, I made a call to my best friend, Connor, to see if he wanted to grab a bite to eat at Gabriel's. I needed something like that to take my mind off her. I got his machine and left a message, but he called back just as I was about to take a shower. He said some plans had fallen through and he'd be able to make it. We agreed I'd swing by his place and pick him up later.

Stripping off my clothes, I luxuriated in the blissful heat of a steaming shower. After the long brain-wracking hours of the last few days, it felt wonderful to put my head beneath the pelting spray and let the driving pellets of water wash away my worries. I leaned against the shower wall for a long time, letting the steaming bullets beat down upon me.

I set my alarm clock and dropped into bed, instantly succumbing to the sleep that I so desperately needed. When the alarm went off I awoke, deliciously refreshed by a little over four hours of blissful slumber. I showered again to wake myself up and then headed over to Connor's. I called him when I was a couple of minutes away and he met me outside his place as I pulled in. I was happy to see his sexy neighbor Margaret was outside. She was a definite MILF, that's for sure. She looked great, standing on her porch with a glass of wine in her hand, her mature body nicely on display.

"Hi Margaret, how are you?" I asked as Connor walked towards my car.

"I'm great, Andy," she replied as she stepped of her porch and walked over, wineglass in hand. She was a tall buxom woman approaching 50, but she looked incredible. Today she was wearing a pair of red stretchy shorts that showed her long tanned legs and wide womanly hips. On top of that she wore a white and red floral blouse that was knotted below her tremendous set of tits. It showed off her breathtaking flat stomach and sexy hourglass figure.

"So what are you two boys up to tonight?" she asked as Connor slid into the passenger seat next to me. She leaned forwards against the frame of the car door, giving both of us a spectacular view inside that teasing blouse of hers. I gulped as I looked at the massive swells of her huge tits, my eyes searching deeper where I caught glimpses of a scintillating white bra, which seemed barely adequate to contain the sizable load it was being asked to carry.

"We're gonna go out and grab a bite to eat, maybe have a couple of beers," I said, using all my willpower to drag my eyes away from her full voluminous tits and look her in the eye. She seemed to enjoy the attention as she flirted with us for a few minutes. The conversation she had with Connor seemed very suggestive (see 'The Face-Painter' Chapter 6) and I wondered if something was going on between the two of them. We eventually said our goodbyes and headed to the restaurant. I asked Connor about Margaret and if he was tagging that, but with a dismissive wave of his hand and a shake of his head, he said she just liked to flirt.

It felt great to be at Gabriel's with my friend. After this crazy week at work and with what was going on with my mother, I needed a break like this. As I took a nice long drink of beer, I felt some of the anxiety of the past few days ease out of me. Gabriel's two daughters were both on duty, which was nice to see. I noticed Silvia immediately, and knew if things didn't work out with my mother I'd be happy to try dating her. Her older sister, Marta, was our waitress for the night and it was fun to see her and Connor teasingly flirt with each other (see 'The Face-Painter' Chapter 7). They had a fun little bet and it ended up with Connor and me promising to take the two sisters out to dinner sometime.

As usual, our meal was great and I loved the way the conversation flowed freely and naturally between Connor and me, just like it always did when we were together. Things took a turn though when I asked him what was new with him. He answered that nothing was new but I'd known him long enough to know that something was up, that he was keeping something from me. With a little prodding, I was shocked to hear that he'd posted an ad to be a professional escort, and that he was going by the name "The Face-Painter". It was fantastically exciting to hear about his first client, but I was worried for him at the same time. The sex trade is a pretty scary place, with all sorts of whackjobs—both male and female—out there. I told him I didn't know whether to think of him as my hero or whether he was totally insane. He laughed but I made him promise to be careful.

"You got any more customers lined up for this weekend?" I asked.

"No. The e-mails have been quiet the last couple of days. That's okay though, I've got something else going tomorrow night."

"What's that?"

"I was asked out on a date."

"Oh, that old blind toothless woman again?" I said playfully, as if that was the only type of woman Connor could get.

"No, believe it or not, an attractive older woman asked me out?"

"Your neighbor Margaret?" I asked, excited now at that possibility as I remembered the recent incident with her in my driveway. Connor just shook his head.

"Too bad. Okay, c'mon, who?"

"My mother," he said with a smile.

I was shocked, but I think mostly because I knew the feelings I had for my own mother. Connor's mother Victoria was gorgeous. She was a beautiful blonde woman with a tremendous set of tits and gorgeous features. Connor and I had even discussed with each other how much she reminded both of us of Wifey, the internet porn star. I knew anyone would be thrilled to have a date with her, even her own son—especially if he felt the same way about his mother as I felt about mine.

I listened intently as he told me his mother hadn't been out on a date since his father had died a couple of years back and wanted to see what it would be like to be 'back in the game'. She'd asked Connor to take her out to see how she'd do in that kind of environment again. He was a little nervous when he talked about it, and it set me to thinking about my own recent situation. I could see the same anxiety in Connor's eyes that I knew I'd felt myself. We always told each other everything, so I pressed a little to try and see what he was thinking. We talked a little about what might happen and then I asked him a question.

"Okay, let me ask you this. Let's say your date goes well, you have a nice dinner, share a bottle of wine, maybe go dancing...then you take your mom home. Do you kiss her goodnight?"

"Well, I guess I'd give her a kiss on the cheek."

"Is that the way you kiss all your dates goodnight? I thought your mom wanted to see what the real date experience was like again?"

"Well...I...uh...I guess you're right," Connor replied nervously.

"So tell me honestly," I said slowly, looking at him intently. "What if, as you're saying goodnight, your mother turns her face up to yours and gives you that 'I'm waiting to be kissed look', do you do it?"

"I...I don't know."

I looked around to make sure no one was listening before turning back to him. I leaned over the table and spoke in a confidential whisper, "I can tell what's on your mind. And let me tell you, my friend, if it gets to that time, you kiss her...and it's beautiful."

He looked at me...absolutely in shock. I could see him getting agitated and angry before he asked, "You...you've kissed my mother?"

"No...of course not," I replied with a dismissive wave of my hand, letting him know it wasn't his mother I was talking about.

"Then...then who?" he asked.

I just sat back and stared at him as he thought about what I had said. As I looked at him calmly, I could see the truth hit him like a frying pan to the face.

"Your...your own mother?" he asked. I nodded slowly. "You've kissed your own mother? Like a real kiss?"

"Since it seems like a night for confessions, yes, I've kissed my mother like that."

"And was it...was it..." he stammered, unsure of what to say next.

"It was absolutely amazing," I replied.

"What...when," he asked, just as my cell phone rang.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and brought it to my ear. "Hello."

"Andy, it's me," my mother said, her voice somewhat anxious.

"Uh-huh."

"Andy, we need to talk. But can...can we do it at your place? I'm sorry, but I just don't want to talk about this here in the house you grew up in."

"Okay."

"Oh good. I just have to get changed and then I'll come over."

"When?"

"I should be there in about half an hour. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes...yes," I replied, my heart starting to race as I knew she'd reached a decision. "Okay, I'll be right there."

"Speak of the devil," I said as I put my phone away.

"Your mother?"

"Yeah." I reached into my wallet and started pulling out some bills. After the big bonus I'd received today, it was only fair that I paid for our meal. "It looks like she's reached a decision on that ultimatum I gave her. She wants to come over to my place and talk about it. I've gotta go."

"But...but," he stuttered.

"Sorry. Hey, dinner's on me tonight." I threw down some more cash and got to my feet, anxious to get home.

"Andy," Connor said firmly. I pulled up short and saw him looking at me, a serious look on his face. "I think now we both know how we each feel about our mothers, right?" He paused for a second as I looked him in the eye. "There's no point in trying to put up a fake impression for each other. I think we both know deep down what we'd each like to do to them."

I looked around once more to make sure nobody was close by. "Yeah, I could tell by the look on your face that you feel the same way about your mom as I do about mine."

"Okay," he said, looking relieved that the truth had been aired between the two of us. "Before I go out with her tomorrow night, I'd like to hear more about what happened between you and your mom. How about coming over for lunch tomorrow?"

"Okay, sounds good," I said, relieved myself that my best friend and I could confide in each other about this. "It'll actually feel good to talk about it. Now, I've gotta go. I want to hear what she has to say."

"Great. Around noon then?"

I nodded and hurried out, wanting to make sure I got home before my mother arrived. My mind was racing on the short drive home, wondering what she'd decided and why she wanted to talk about it at my place. My mind was filled with feelings of dread. Since her recent education in the ways of sex had taken place at our family home, if she was in agreement with what I wanted, I thought she would just want to continue with what had happened in the past few days—and that had been right at her very own house.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was going to be in for a major disappointment. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. The way her spectacular body had reacted told me she was ready. My God, if there was ever a woman that was built for sex, it was my mother. I thought about those beautiful legs of hers, so tantalizingly full at the thighs and calves, yet so trim and dainty at the knees and ankles. And her ass, that plump round heart-shaped ass. It looked like it was made to bounce on a mattress all night long. I pictured her wide motherly hips and trim nipped-in waist and how incredible she had looked in the form-fitting clothes and lingerie. That womanly hourglass figure had left me sweating with desire, wanting to see what levels of pleasure I could derive for both of us from that tremendous body of hers. Her face, her pretty face, those soft delicate features highlighted by her sultry blue eyes and pouty red lips, all framed bewitchingly by her lustrous brunette hair. Those features were all so incredibly beautiful, but they all took a back seat to her spectacular tits. Her mammoth 32Gs were simply breathtaking. The round heavy orbs spread fully across her chest, a testament to their sheer size and weight. Her areolae were huge, the pebbly pink skin calling out for a luxurious tongue-lashing. And her nipples, those long thick nipples that felt like a stiff fingertip in your mouth. My mouth was just watering as I thought about those rubbery red buds coming alive under my tongue. Altogether, I had never seen a more perfect set of breasts in my entire life.

I didn't know how she could deny herself the rapturous pleasures her body was showing her she was capable of. I thought of how sensitive she was, how swiftly her body responded to my touch, whether that touch be with my fingers, lips or tongue. I remembered how quickly she could cum as I sucked on those swollen nipples, or how her body had twisted from side to side in delight as my fingers had slipped deep into the welcoming slick tissues of her cunt. And then her clit, that fiery spire at the apex of her sex, the stiff sentry that was the sensitive trigger for one shattering orgasm after another. I thought about how instantly she'd react as I touched nearly anywhere on her body. It was like her whole body was one blissful erogenous zone, just waiting for the sleeping eroticism that had lain dormant for so long to be awakened and bring her the cunt-gushing pleasure she deserved.

I shook myself out of my daydream as the elevator arrived at my penthouse. I rushed in and set to work, getting a few things ready, in case my mother's decision went my way. I had thought about this day and what it might entail, and I'd planned accordingly. I was anxious to see if my mother would allow my dream to come true.

I had just finished turning the lights on next to my bed when my phone rang, signifying my mother's arrival. I looked at the soft amber glow bathing the bedroom, then out to spectacular view of the Vegas evening skyline twinkling below. "Perfect", I thought as I buzzed my mother up.

"Mother," I said, keeping a non-committal expression on my face as I met her at the elevator. It was nice to be the only occupant of this floor, the elevator opened right into my condo.

"Hi Andy," she said softly as she stepped up to me and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. Her bewitching perfume wafted into my nostrils, stirring my senses. I could see that her eyes were misty, that whatever decision she had come to had not been an easy one for her. She stepped back from me and I was happy to see she had shucked her old clothes and had donned one of the new outfits we'd picked out together. It was a black wraparound dress that molded itself provocatively to her shapely hourglass figure. It had a deep plunging neckline that displayed the upper swells of her ample tits and the enticing line of her deep cleavage. The right side of the dress wrapped over the left at the front and the vertical edges of both sides were emphasized by a brilliant strip of white material about ½" wide. The same white strip occurred at the hem, which ended a few inches above her knees, and at the ends of the sleeves, where they terminated just below her elbows. The flattering outfit was accentuated by a slim black belt that not only drew your attention to her wasp-like waist, but emphasized the thrusting shelf of her tits above.

"Mom, you look great," I said as I looked her up and down, my eyes now taking in the final pieces of the whole ensemble. Her neck was adorned with a chunky black beaded necklace, the sweeping curve of the jewelry pulling your eyes downward toward the voluminous swells of her breasts. I looked down past the teasing hem of her skirt. Her legs were once again bare, the glistening skin of her dimpled knees and full toned calves shimmering warmly. On her feet she had one of the new pairs of high heels we'd picked out, black open-toed sandals with a single narrow strap over the toes and an equally slim strap circling her ankles. All this on top of a sexy 4" stiletto heel.

"Thanks," she said bashfully. "I hoped you'd like this."

Like it was an understatement—it looked great. Seeing her in one of the outfits we'd selected together gave me a surge of hope. I figured if she was going to turn down my ultimatum of whether it was going to be me or the church, she wouldn't have worn something like this.

"I love it, Mom. You look beautiful in that dress," I said as I stepped over to her and hugged her tightly. I put my lips next to her ear and whispered softly. "I'm so glad you're here. I've missed you terribly this week."

"I've missed you so much too." I could feel her body trembling as I held her close. We both knew what was coming was going to be a life-changing event for both of us—whichever way she decided to choose.

"C'mon," I said as I took her hand and led her into the living room. "Would you like something to drink, some tea, some wine?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you." She sat on the couch as I plopped myself into an easy chair opposite her.

"So, your work this week. That emergency project at The Luxor, it went well?"

I could see that in trying to make small talk like this, she was attempting to build up her nerve to talk about what she had really come here for. "It went very well. We finished in advance of our deadline, which is always nice." I paused for a second. "The only thing I hated about it was how it kept me away from you."

I could see her get teary again as she looked at me, my loving eyes letting her know how much I cared about our possible new life together. Her hands came together in her lap and she nervously wrung her fingers. She glanced down for a second before looking up at me once more. "Andy, I felt so bad after you left earlier. I couldn't stop thinking about all those things you've said to me about the people at the church. I don't really know if the reason I didn't want to believe you was because I'd been brought up that way—to believe in the goodness of the church, or just what it was. And then I thought about what's happened between us over the last week. It made me warm all over when I thought how good I feel about myself when we're together, and when I'm wearing the kind of clothes you want me to wear." She paused and gestured down to her new dress. "I so look forward to our time together now. I miss you so badly when you're away from me—I never want to let you go. You make me feel like a real woman, not just a wife or a mother." She paused again, seeming to gather up her strength once more. "I think I always knew you were right about the people at the church, I just don't think I had the strength to make that decision on my own. After what you said to me, I looked deep into my very soul and I realized...I realized the truth—that I love you more than anything and I'll do whatever it takes for us to stay together."

My heart soared as I listened to her speak. I couldn't have asked for anything better. I just had to make sure of one final thing. "And by saying you'd do anything, you do know what that means, right?" I made sure she was watching as my eyes flicked down to her midsection.

"Yes," she replied. "I'll do whatever you want, Andy." Those were exactly the words I'd hoped to hear my mother speak.

"Come with me." I got up and offered her my hand. She reached forward and slipped her dainty hand into mine as I helped her to her feet and led her towards the bedroom. Her fingers feathered their way between mine as she walked at my side, her warm sensual perfume washing over me. As we entered the bedroom, I stepped to the side and pointed towards the bed. "I have something special for you."

"What...what is it?" she asked excitedly as she looked at the large white box wrapped up with red ribbons sitting in the middle of the bed.

"It's a present befitting an occasion like this. Something special I picked out, just for you on a special night like tonight." She reached forward to pull at the intricate bow before I stopped her. "Un-uh. I want you to take it into the bathroom and open it in there. You'll understand once you see what's inside."

"Okay." A warm smile spread over her face as she turned and lifted her lips up to mine. "Thank you for everything, Andy. I love you so much." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, my lips seeking out hers. They tasted warm, soft, and incredibly delicious. I teased the tip of my tongue along the simmering crease of her lips before sliding it deftly into her mouth, her own tongue circling mine and rolling sensually across the hot wet membranes. I pulled her close as we kissed, her huge breasts pressing hotly against my chest. I slipped my fingers beneath the overlapping fold of her dress and hefted one enormous bra-encased tit, blood flowing instantly to my midsection as her heavily-structured bra felt sinfully warm beneath my cupping hand.

"You better go and check out your present before we get carried away," I said as I reluctantly withdrew my hand from inside her dress.

My mother's wet lips and lust-filled eyes looked up at me as she straightened her clothes. "I think I need to freshen up a bit too." Slinging her purse over her arm, she lifted up the beribboned box and entered the en-suite. As she closed the door behind her, I stood still, my heart racing with anticipation of the night ahead. I took a deep breath to calm myself, turned down the covers on the bed and then stripped off everything except my fitted boxers. I went to the walk-in closet and checked to make sure what I had placed there earlier was still on the hook behind the door—yep, perfect. I then opened the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a long slim box. Popping the lid, I looked down and smiled to myself before closing it and setting it down. Just as I did, I heard a sound behind me and turned to see my mother emerging from the bathroom.

"Oh my God," I said to myself as I looked at the most intensely erotic display of feminine pulchritude that I'd ever seen in my entire life. I was dumbstruck with awe as I simply stared, my jaw almost hitting the floor as my eyes took in every glorious detail.

I'd asked Jessica at The Cat's Pajamas to show me some bridal lingerie, and after much discussion, I'd finally decided on the outfit my mother was now wearing. Jessica had agreed that for someone blessed with 32Gs, this outfit would no doubt make an impressive statement—and what an understatement that was. Everything she wore was brilliant white, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the main part of the ensemble, a spectacular merry widow. Jessica had shown me the substantial amount of underwire that had been sewn into the fabric to give it the factored support required for someone with breasts the size of my mother's. The garment was amazingly designed, with all the wires deftly hidden in strips located at the various sections sewn together. The vertical ribs wonderfully enhanced her already nicely defined hourglass figure—nipping in nicely at the waist and then flaring out at the breasts and hips. The parts of the sexy piece of apparel supporting her huge tits were barely more than half-cups, the underwire in the cups pushing her voluptuous boobs together and up, resulting in her ample cleavage looking even deeper than usual. The lacy top edge barely covered her areolae, the upper swells of her tits all but spilling over the edge. Thin satin straps ran up and over her shoulders, and I noticed the tension in the shiny straps as they fought to contain the huge load they were holding.

My eyes drifted down to the lacy bottom edge of the corset-like garment, more satin ribbons stretching down in the form of garters, the delicate clamps biting tightly onto a pair of sheer white gossamer nylons. The hose fit high on her full thighs, the tops decorated with an intricate lace pattern where the garters gripped them, before giving way to her smooth toned thighs above. My eyes followed those enticing thighs up to the inviting V between her legs, snuggly covered with matching white lace panties, cut extremely high on the hips. I remembered Jessica showing them to me, and the wicked twinkle in her eyes as she showed me how to undo them. There was a little Velcro tab in the skinny little waistband at the thinnest point over each hip—just a quick flick of that hidden tab at the right time, and off they'd come. I gulped as I thought about it, knowing it wouldn't be long before my fingers would be seeking out those wicked little tabs.

I then looked down, following the attractive lines of her toned legs, the nicely-defined columns sensually encased in the sheer nylons before giving way to an incredibly sexy pair of white patent leather sling-backs with an extremely pointy toe and sky-high stiletto heels. Oh man, those were definitely a pair of 'fuck me' shoes, that's for sure.

I finally looked up to her face and saw her smiling at me provocatively—I'm sure she knew how good she looked in the outfit she was wearing. As she'd said, I could see that she'd 'freshened up' after putting on the new outfit. She'd touched her eye makeup up a little bit, her eye shadow and mascara looking a little more daring than she normally wore, but looking naughtily appropriate for what she was wearing right now. With the same idea in mind, she had fluffed her hair out, her lustrous brunette locks framing her face wildly, giving her an erotic promiscuous look. She'd also reapplied the lipstick I'd previously picked out for her, her full sensuous lips now a brilliant glistening red slash that just seemed to beg for a hard cock to slip between them.

As a sexy accessory to the whole incredible outfit, I'd had Jessica stick in a pair of white opera-length gloves, which I saw reached almost to my mother's shoulders. The gloves looked fantastic, and with everything in brilliant white, it made her look like a cross between a virginal bride and a sex-crazed dominatrix—just the look I was going for. There were only two more accessories she needed to make the ensemble complete.

"Mom, I love it. You look amazing," I said as my eyes continued to roam up and down her dizzyingly erotic form.

"I love it too. I feel so...so..." she stammered, as if searching for the right word.

"Sexy?"

She positively beamed. "Yes—sexy."

"You look beyond sexy, Mom. I can honestly say I've never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. Everything looks perfect."

"I don't really think this necklace goes with it." She pointed to the chunky black necklace she'd been wearing with the dress she'd arrived in. "I didn't have anything else with me, but I thought it needed something."

"I think I can take care of that for you. Step over here." She came over and stood next to me, facing the mirror located behind the dresser. I reached up and undid the clasp at the back of her neck and set the black necklace beside us.

"Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, and I saw a little grin come over her face as she closed her eyes. I reached down and opened the little box I'd brought out earlier. I took out what was inside and slipped it around her neck, my fingers working beneath her shimmering locks as I fastened a similar little clasp.

"Alright," I said as I withdrew my hands and stepped back to watch.

Her eyes lit up with delight as she looked at herself in the mirror, her fingers coming up to touch what I'd placed around her neck. "Oh Andy, it's so beautiful. I love it." I smiled as her fingers ran over the glittering band of the rhinestone choker circling her neck. It was a little over an inch wide and sparkled enchantingly as her fingers ran over the endless number of shining stones. Again, it had the diamond innocence befitting a bride, yet the tight-fitting design as a choker gave it a wickedly nasty look that I just loved.

She turned and lifted her lips to mine, kissing me endearingly. "It looks perfect with this outfit." Her gloved hands went to her neck again, her fingertips running over the glittering stones. "I love it so much—just not as much as I love you." She kissed me again, her arms circling my neck as she pressed herself against me.

"Just one more thing," I said as I forcibly held her back at arm's length. I smiled at the look of disappointment on her face—obviously now that she had made her decision and surrendered herself to me, she was looking forward to the next lesson in her education. I stepped past her and opened the door to the walk-in closet, grabbing the item I'd placed over one of the hooks on the back of the door.

"Oh Andy," my mother whispered under her breath as I stepped back to her and placed a white hair band on top of her head, then reached behind her and leaving one piece of the fine gauze-like material draping over her shoulders, I drew the other filmy piece of the veil forward to drape over her face. I stepped back and looked at her, the winsome veil making the final perfect adornment to her wickedly sinful bridal attire. She looked at me through the veil, her eyes misty with love. We both knew what the veil symbolized, and I could see the same rapturous bliss glowing from within her that I felt within myself.

I stepped closer to her and reached forward, my fingers lifting the edge of the veil. I raised it slowly, knowing we'd each remember this moment for the rest of our lives. I lifted the delicate fabric higher, before finally draping it back down to rest with the other piece atop her shoulders. I brought my hands to her face as she looked up at me, her eyes teary. "I love you, Mom...always." Her gloved arms came up to circle my neck as I lowered my face to hers, our mouths meeting in a deep passionate kiss—the kiss of lovers.

"Mmmmmm." We moaned into each other's mouth as our tongues rolled teasingly in a slow sensual dance. I felt my throbbing member stiffen as it pressed against my fitted boxers, the extending slab of meat pushing impatiently against the confining fabric. I reached up, grabbed her arm from around my neck and guided her hand down to my groin, pressing her palm against the growing bulge.

"Oh Andy," she mouthed breathlessly as she pulled back slightly and looked down. With her hand still on the outside of my underwear, her fingers wrapped themselves around the protruding cylinder of flesh. Her hand slid slowly from the base all the way up to the pronounced head, the engorged rope-like corona standing out boldly against the stretched fabric. I saw her lick her lips instinctively as her fingers closed and pumped provocatively along my surging erection.

"Take it out," I whispered softly. She took her other hand and pulled my underwear down. The elastic waistband got hung up for a second as it caught on the enflamed helmet. She tugged harder and I shimmied my hips as they came down in a rush. I kicked them aside as my unfurled manhood sprang forth, freely thrusting upwards, the damp red eye already glistening with precum. I heard her gasp as she looked down at the menacing truncheon that would soon be finding its way deep between her legs, the thick veiny shaft bobbing threateningly with each powerful beat of my heart. She reached forward and circled my prick again with her fingers, filling her hand with over 8" of solid throbbing cock.

"Andy, you're so hard," she said with a low groan as she pumped her hand slowly along the full length of my beefy prick.

"That's because of you, Mom. I can't help but get this hard when I'm around you. I think you better get used to it, because you're going to be getting a lot of that hard cock from now on." I saw her shudder in both excitement and trepidation as her hand continued to slide back and forth, precum now oozing from the tip as it started to coat her stroking fingers, the seeping fluid looking wickedly lewd as it soaked into her gloves. "Do you think you could get used to that, Mom? Do you think you can get used to working on my hard cock as much as I need you to?" I accompanied my words by reaching forward and sliding my hand beneath one of her overflowing bra cups, my fingers wrapping themselves beneath one heavy orb and squeezing gently. I watched as a shiver ran down her spine while her tongue slid out of her mouth and circled wetly around her bee-stung lips.

"Yes," she replied, her voice almost trancelike.

"Yes what?" I asked as I continued to manipulate her massive tit, my fingers sliding teasingly over the swelling mound of flesh.

"Yes, I'll work on your cock as much as you want me to." Her tiny hand continued to stroke back and forth, precum flowing continuously from the tip of the dark crimson crown to run salaciously back down the turgid shaft.

"And you'll take as much cum as I want to give you, however and whenever I want?"

"Yes," she hissed breathlessly, her lush body now trembling with need.

"That's my girl. Now I think we both know where I want to put this first load. Are you ready for it?" I asked as I pulled her close to me and lowered my lips to hers. I paused for a second as I looked into her lust-filled eyes, waiting for an answer before I kissed her.

"Yes, I'm ready," she gasped, pressing her lips to mine as I feathered my tongue deep into her welcoming mouth. We kissed ravenously, our tongues entwined as our hands sought out each other's body. I backed her up to the bed and laid her down in the middle, her head propped up on the stack of pillows I'd placed against the headboard. She looked so desirable laying there, her body provocatively displayed in a sensual myriad of virginal white, her lovely features accented enchantingly by her brilliant red lipstick and provocative eye makeup. Those white gloves looked so wickedly sexy as they rose almost to her shoulders, the soft fabric seeming to caress the full length of her arms. My eyes feasted on the lacy merry widow that was barely able to contain her big tits, the swelling orbs rising and falling wantonly with each rapid beat of her racing heart. I looked down the flowing lines of her supine body, lying provocatively on my bed, one leg drawn slightly up at a sexy angle. The merry widow nipped in tightly at her slim waist before flaring out and ending at those wide motherly hips that had given birth to me so many years ago—hips that I would soon be pounding mercilessly into my mattress.

"Absolutely beautiful," I thought, looking at her dainty lace panties as she parted her legs slightly, the smooth narrow band of lace covering her pussy now darkened as they absorbed more of her flowing juices. My eyes peered further down, down past her full meaty thighs to her toned legs bewitchingly encased in sheer white nylons. Her feet looked so sexy in those shoes, the sky-high heels of the white sling-backs digging provocatively into the mattress beneath her. As I kneeled on the bed and crawled between her legs, I looked up at her pretty face once more, my eyes locking for a second on the choker I'd placed around her neck. I felt a surge of illicit lust go through me as I looked at that choker, that sexy rhinestone choker—glinting wickedly in the soft amber light. Just looking at that alluring little piece of jewelry, the shiny band circling her slim neck so teasingly, I felt my cock become even harder as I thought about how amazing that choker looked with the rest of the outfit. I was almost dizzy with desire as I hungrily stared at my mother, the most incredibly erotic display of feminine pulchritude I'd ever seen—and now she was going to be all mine.

"Just part those legs for me, Mom," I said as I positioned myself in front of her on my knees, my swollen erection bobbing menacingly. She instantly complied, drawing her knees up and letting her nylon-covered legs roll open to each side. As her legs parted, I moved in closer, my eyes drawn to the inviting V of her spreading thighs. Her warm womanly scent wafted into my nostrils, setting my already soaring libido afire as I breathed in the thrilling scent. I could see the crotch of her panties snugly cupping her sex, the wet stain spreading all the way across the front panel as she got wetter and wetter. I reached forward with both hands and slid them beneath the lacy edge of the merry widow to the waistband of her panties. My fingers quickly found the tiny tabs that Jessica had shown me in the store. With a little flick of each thumb, I felt the tabs come away, just as she'd promised. I grabbed the damp panties in my fingers and pulled them away.

"Aaaaahhh," she gasped as the tiny piece of fabric easily came away from her body. I took her panties and brought them to my face. I looked down at the gusset, the panel sinfully warm and incredibly wet from her flowing cunt-juice.

"Mmmmm," I moaned deep in my throat as I pressed her drenched panties to my nose and breathed deeply. My brain burned with incestuous lust as I savored my mother's earthy scent. I lowered the sodden garment and we locked eyes as I feathered my tongue from between my lips and licked sensually at the warm damp crotch.

"Oh Andy." She gasped breathlessly as she watched me, her body trembling with need as she drank in the perverted sight of her own son hungrily lapping up her womanly nectar from her dripping panties.

I sucked lewdly at the sodden crotch before tossing the panties aside and moving between her spread legs. My rampant cock was poised over her dripping cunt, a strand of precum dangling tantalizingly from the glistening tip. I wrapped my hand around my thrusting erection and pointed it right at her. "Mom, I'm gonna make you cum so many times with this, you'll wonder how you every lived without it."

I saw her eyes go big as I moved closer and pointed the engorged head down, leaning forwards as I pressed the engorged crimson crown against her beckoning introitus. With my hand still wrapped around my cock, I leaned forwards, watching intently as the slick pink petals of her labia started to spread sinfully over the broad flared head of my rock-hard prick.

"Uhnnnngg," she gasped as I watched the helmet disappear completely inside her, her pussy-lips closing down snugly just past the rope-like coronal ridge. With my rigid boner trapped firmly inside her, I released it from my grasp and slipped my hands over her bent-up knees.

"Do you like that, Mom?" I asked as I rocked my hips back and forth slowly, fucking her with just the plum-shaped head.

"Y...yesssss," she hissed.

"Then let's give you a little more." I levered myself back for a second and then slowly thrust forward, my thick cock sliding deeper into her.

"Ohhhhnnnngg," she moaned as her head rolled from side to side. Her birth canal felt exquisitely tight and hot, the steaming tissues inside her gripping me like a hot buttery glove. I got about 5" deep and found my progress blocked, her snatch tightening right up. It dawned on me that this must be the point that my father had been able to reach with his smallish dick, and that was the only man she had ever been with. I looked down at my shaved groin and saw a good 3" at least that I had no intention of leaving outside my mother's hot wet cunt.

"This might hurt a little, Mom, but I'm going to put all of this as far into you as I can. And once I'm there, I'm gonna start fucking you...and I'm gonna keep fucking you until you can't take it any longer." I leaned over her and supported myself with my arms on either side of her. With my eyes locked on hers, I rolled my hips backwards for a split second and then slowly thrust forward.

"Oh my Goddddddd," she groaned as my penetrating erection started to split her wide open. I could feel the tight tissues inside her reluctantly giving way as the battering head of my prick drove deeper and deeper. Her gloved hands pulled at the sheets in a death grip, but I wouldn't be denied, my long thick cock burrowing to the bottom of her virginal-like hole. Her cunt felt incredible as I slowly powered my way deeper, the molten-like tissues inside her grudgingly parting before my surging dick. With a final firm thrust of my hips, I drove myself balls-deep, the head of my prick bumping against her cervix.

"Oh my God...oh my God...OHHHHHHHHHHHH," she moaned loudly as a shattering orgasm roared through her, my probing cock reaching sensitive spots inside her that had never been touched before. I kept myself buried to the hilt as she bucked and shook through a wickedly intense climax, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow as she moaned like a wounded animal. After nearly a minute, her twitching finally subsided as she opened her eyes and looked at me, those beautiful blue orbs shining with blissful happiness.

"Andy, that was incredible," she whispered softly as she reached behind my neck with her gloved hands and pulled me down to her. I kissed her deeply, her welcoming tongue pulling mine deep inside.

"We're just getting started," I said as I rolled my hips in a slow sensual circle.

"Ohnnnn...it's so thick and hard," she purred as she looked down between us at our joined bodies. "I never thought I'd be able to take all of it inside me."

"Well, I'm gonna make sure you get all of it inside you time and time again from now on—starting right now." I drew back along the tight gripping channel until just the broad head was left inside her steaming trench, then drove my hips forward, smashing my shaved groin flush up against hers.

"Aaaahhh," she groaned deep in her throat while her hands gripped the sheets once more as I started to fuck her. I felt like I had lost control of my senses as I thrust into my mother savagely, my incestuous lust for her driving me like never before.

"Ah...ah...ah..." She was moaning continuously as I slammed into her, my cock spearing as far into her as I could get. Her cunt felt as hot as a furnace, and I could feel the recently-split walls deep within her becoming slick with her oily juices.

"Yes...yes..." I hissed through clenched teeth as I hammered the full length of my prick as deep as I could get it.

"OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum again. I continued pounding her into the mattress as she gyrated beneath me, her body twitching and convulsing in paroxysms of pleasure as her climax continued. As I'd expected, my mother's needy pussy was as sensitive as the rest of her body—a body whose capacity for such sexual pleasure had previously been untapped. And from now on, I had every intention of exploring the limits of what that spectacular body of hers had to offer. From the way she was gasping and shaking through this first fuck left me no doubt that she was as insatiable doing this as she had been for everything else I'd taught her.

"So deep," she groaned as I pistoned my hips up and down, nailing her to the bed with the hard fleshy stake between my legs. I could hear the springs creaking and the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall as I kept pounding her, her gripping hot cunt almost tearing the flesh off my thrusting cock. I felt my balls start to draw up close to my body as I approached my orgasm. As she started to buck through her third climax, I felt her gushing juice spray out of her and onto my sack as my balls continued to slap against her upturned ass.

"OH FUCK MOM, HERE IT COMES," I warned as I felt the first rush of semen speed up the shaft of my cock. I thrust into her as far and as deep as I could, the head of my enflamed dick pressing snugly against her cervix as my cum burst forth.

"Oh my God, I can feel it shooting into me," she gasped as I started to fill her, torrents of semen filling her hot gooey hole.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I flooded her gripping snatch, basting the hot wet membranes inside her like a Christmas turkey. I came and I came, my cock spewing wad after wad of thick gooey cum deep inside her as I continued to unload. I had never felt such intense pleasure in my life. It felt like I was shooting my very soul deep inside her. As my throbbing member continued to twitch and shoot, I thought about the fact that this is what I had fantasized about for so long—fucking my mother, and now, it had been better than I had ever dreamed of. A final post-orgasmic shiver ran down my spine and I stopped moving, keeping my body poised over her ravaged form but leaving my turgid manhood in its new home—buried deep inside my mother's tight gripping vagina.

"Oh Andy, that was so good," she gasped breathlessly as I looked deep into her warm blue eyes.

"I'm glad you liked it. I told you I was going to make you cum with this." I flexed my stomach muscles so she could feel my beefy dong move inside her.

"Yes, but I never expected four times already," she replied, her eyes twinkling naughtily at the thought of those nerve-jangling climaxes.

"Who says we need to stop at four?" I rolled my hips in a slow sensuous circle inside her, as if I was using my prick to stir a thick batch of cement.

"Ohhhhnnn...that feels sooooooo goooooood," she moaned, relishing the feeling of my rigid dick rubbing all around the hot oily membranes inside her. Her eyes had closed in pleasure, but now she opened them wide and looked at me in surprise as I kept circling my hips provocatively. "You're...you're still hard?"

"Yes. It's you that makes me like this, Mom. I've been waiting for this for a long time, and I don't plan to stop now." I sat back on my haunches, my dick sliding back until just the tip was hidden from view by the slick pink petals of her needy flower. I reached down to her ankles and pulled her legs up and apart until they rested on my shoulders, the whispery soft nylons feeling sinfully cool on my skin. I rolled forward until I was again face-to-face with her, my movement raising her dripping cunt up slightly until I had it at just the right angle for the wickedly immoral assault I had planned. "Now, let's just see how many more times I can make you cum."

Her eyes were glistening with anticipation and desire as I reared back and with one powerful thrust, I drove my still rock-hard prick into her until the broad head bumped against the opening of her womb. I felt her body twitch in response at the same time as my groin pressed firmly up against her greasy mound.

"OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD!" she wailed as my powerful thrust triggered another searing orgasm deep inside her. With her hips turned up in perfect position, I started to vigorously fuck her, my hips getting into a smooth rhythm as I took her balls-deep with every energetic thrust.

"Oh...oh...oh..." She was moaning continuously as I thrust away, both our bodies quickly becoming covered in sweat. I was soaring with lust-driven desire as my hips kept jack-hammering away, as if I was trying to drive her deeper and deeper into the mattress. I pulled out and quickly turned her over, mounting her from behind as my surging dick slipped effortlessly between her dripping pussy-lips. I held onto her wide matronly hips as I slammed my groin against her lush heart-shaped ass, my burning erection sluicing deep into her steaming cunt. Her veil had come off at some point, and I watched it slide slowly off the bed, which was shaking rhythmically with our lustful exertions, the headboard bumping noisily against the wall.

"OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK." My mother gasped out as she came again and I smiled to myself—it was the first time I had ever heard her use the 'F-word'. She twitched and shook for a long time as I rolled my hips salaciously, rubbing my engorged prick against every tingling nerve-ending inside her. I looked down at the connection of our joined bodies, our sweaty flesh spackled with whitish froth where my first load of semen had been pushed out of her cunt by my powerful thrusts. The smell of pure animal-like sex filled the air.

After she had a second orgasm in this position, I withdrew my cock once more and turned her on her side. I raised one of her legs high in the air, slipping my throbbing erection back into her as I kneeled at the steaming entrance to that velvety-hot twat of hers. We continued fucking, and I turned her every which way, but never taking my raging cock out of her for more than a few seconds at a time. As soon as I had her positioned the way I'd want, I'd sink it all the way into her once more and started pounding away, making sure she came at least twice in every position.

"Do you like that, Mom?" I asked as I flipped her onto her back once more. I put her legs back over my shoulders again and rolled her up into my favorite position, perfect for deep hard fucking.

"I...I...," she stammered, her body quivering in blissful waves from her repetitive series of climaxes.

"Let's see how you like this." I reached forward and yanked at the front of the merry widow, the detachable bra cups coming away in my hands, just like Jessica had shown me they would. Her huge tits spilled forth, spreading over the full breadth of her chest, her big nipples stiff and throbbing.

"I think you've got a few more left in you," I said as I leaned forward, taking a hard rubbery nipple between my lips at the same time as I fed my blood-engorged lance right to the bottom of her hot oily cunt.

"OH GOD...NOT AGAINNNNNNNN." She growled deep in her throat like an animal as she started to convulse once more. She ran the fingers of her gloved hands through my hair as I made sweet oral love to those tremendous breasts of hers, my lips and tongue licking and sucking at every square inch of those sensitive mounds. Continuing to suck at her huge tits, I pounded myself into her mercilessly, feeding her every inch time and time again as her enveloping snatch gripped me like a hot buttery fist. I'd been fucking her for over an hour, slowing down periodically as I summoned all my willpower to stop from cumming. Now, I couldn't stop anymore.

"OH FUCKKKKKKK," I groaned loudly as I started to cum. I felt the muscles in her weeping box contract snugly around my probing erection as I started to shoot, as if she was trying to milk as much cum out of me as possible.

"OHHHNNNNNNNNN..." She moaned again, another shattering climax roaring through her as I nipped at her sensitive tits. I kept thrusting into her as my cock kept shooting deep inside her gyrating body. She was thrashing about beneath me like a ragdoll while my blistering pecker spewed out wad after wad of milky semen at the apex of her slippery birth canal.

I felt her arms drop to her sides and I looked up to see her eyes roll up into her head as she collapsed into the bed beneath her. I kept thrusting away at her still body, flooding her needy cunt with my warm semen as she blacked out from the intense fucking. I continued to unload, her sinfully hot pussy becoming a welcoming receptacle for my lust-driven desires. The delightful orgasmic contractions coursing through me finally subsided, and I lay still, my drained member still clamped deep inside her.

"Wha...what happened?" she asked as she came to a few seconds later.

"You're okay, Mom," I said as I reached up and removed a strand of her disheveled hair from her face. "You just kind of passed out there for a few seconds."

"Oh Andy," she said as she reached up and pulled my face down to hers, her lips giving me a series of rapid kisses. "I've never felt anything like that. It felt so good, but I felt like I was gonna die at the same time. The feelings were just so intense. It was amazing."

"It was, wasn't it?" I said as I pressed my lips to her chest and took a good long pull at one of her rigid nipples.

"Oh my gosh, they feel so sensitive tonight." She took my head in her hands and cradled me against her tits, just like she had when I was a baby. I gently nursed at her massive tits as my drained member slowly deflated inside her. "You're finally going soft," she said as I felt her cunt muscles squeeze down on me. I felt giddy with happiness as my withering dick started to slide out of her, then came out in slippery rush. I lifted up and looked down between us, just in time to see a pearly gob of semen ooze out from between her puffy cunt-lips. I watched as more and more cum ran out of her dripping snatch, the milky fluid running down her body to soak the sheets beneath her.

"Oh my goodness. How much did you cum? I can still feel it running out of me."

"We're just getting started, Mom," I said as I reached down and slipped a finger between her swollen pink labia, my finger sloshing around in the wads of warm jizz seeping through the oozing slit.

"You...you mean you're going to have more?" She had a look of both surprise and ravenous anticipation in her eyes as she looked at me.

"A lot more. I just need a few minutes to recover, and then I'm gonna fuck you all night long." I punctuated my words by sliding my finger deep inside her and massaging the roof of her vagina. At the same time my fingers toyed with those hot folds of flesh, my thumb rubbed over the erect spire of her clit.

"Ohhhhnnnn, Andy, you shouldn't do this to me." I could tell her heart wasn't agreeing with her words as her gloved hands pulled my face back to her succulent tits while my fingers kept working her over. I added a second finger to the first and kept rubbing those deliciously hot membranes inside her as my thumb toyed with her throbbing clit. I loved how incredibly sensitive she was—her whole body one quivering nerve-ending of sexual delight. I kept sucking at her tits, my lips and tongue laving at those gorgeous puppies as she writhed and groaned beneath me. My fingers had her close to orgasm a number of times, but each time she got close, I'd slow down and then let those sensations start to build again as my fingers and lips went back to work. I felt my cock start to slowly swell again, my insatiable sex drive for my mother firing my ravenous libido once more.

"Andy...please...don't tease me anymore. I...I have to..." she stammered, her needy body twisting and bucking against me.

"You have to what?" I teased, spinning my long middle finger in a slow circle deep inside her.

"Ohhhhhhnnn...I...I need to cum," she gasped out, her hips bucking up against my probing fingers.

I didn't make her wait any longer as I lowered my head and clamped on hard to one of her nipples, my teeth scraping gingerly over the long stiff bud as I sucked hard, pulling most of her areola into my mouth.

"OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSS," she hissed as my big thumb rolled all around the throbbing button of her stiff clit while my fingers rubbed salaciously along the roof of her vagina, triggering the nerve-endings separating those two sensitive areas.

"OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD," she cried out as her body started to shake convulsively. She was twitching and bucking wildly as I held on, my lips and tongue driving her crazy. She came for a long time, her moans of ecstasy filling the air while the sound was accompanied by the creaking of the bed as she gyrated through a spine-tingling release. She finally collapsed back on the bed as the delicious sensations receded, her full lips parted sensually as she gasped for air. I looked down at her spectacular tits, the voluminous orbs rising and falling as she fought to regain her breath. Just looking at that magnificent body of hers—absolutely glorious in virginal white—had my cock rearing up to its full length once more.

"C'mere, Mom." I pulled her up and reached beneath her legs as I lifted and carried her over to my dresser. I knew that in her fucked-out condition it would be hard for her to walk right now, even just a few steps.

"Wha...what are you doing?" she asked in a daze, her eyes looking at me glassily.

"I think you're going to like this," I said as I sat her on top of my dresser. She leaned back, her sweaty body leaving its dampness on the mirror behind. Her exposed tits looked great, riding full and heavy on her chest. I pushed her legs open, my throbbing cock rearing up between us. "Bring your legs up." I reached down and grabbed her ankles, my eyes feasting on those wickedly sexy sling-backs as I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders. It was a good thing she'd been going to the gym and attending those yoga classes, because I had her almost completely folded in two.

"Put your hand down there and steer," I instructed. She did as I asked, her gloved fingers circling my rigid prick as she brought the head to her slick oily cunt-lips.

"Mmmmm," she purred, rubbing the enflamed head all around her wet pink labia before nestling the throbbing tip between those hot pink curtains.

"That's it," I said as she released my dick and put her hands flat on the dresser on each side of her, her fingers clutching the front edge. "Now, let's see how far we can open you up so you can take this as deep as possible." I reached up and took her slender ankles in each hand, and then pushed them further up and out to each side, leaving her totally spread-eagled for my frontal assault.

"Aaahhh," she gasped as I felt her thighs tighten up, knowing I had reached the physical limit of how far I could spread her open.

"That's perfect, Mom. Now that I've got you spread wide open, I'm gonna work that greasy hole for a while." I salaciously rolled my hips, stirring her red-hot box with just the first few inches of my searing prick.

"Oh Andy, that feels so good." Her eyes closed in pleasure as she leaned her head back against the mirror. She looked incredibly beautiful, a pure vision in virginal white, with the rhinestone choker and white opera-length gloves make her look wickedly nasty at the same time. Her lustrous brown locks swirled about her face wildly, while her skin glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration from our previous exertions. What I had before me looked more like a wanton sex machine than my mother, and that was just as I'd hoped. For years I'd pictured and fantasized about her being with me like this—and now, there was no turning back for either of us. As I looked at the ravenous creature spread out before me, I drew my hips back, figuring it was time to go nice and deep. I flexed forward, the fist-like helmet rising high and deep inside her.

"OHHHHHHHHH," she groaned loudly as the mushroom-shaped head pummeled the opening to her womb. Her molten trench felt exquisite, the lubricated tissues wrapping tightly around my penetrating shaft. I drew back and looked down, my veiny shaft glistening with a mixture of her warm cunt-juice and the semen I'd already deposited inside her. I flexed further back until those soft pink petals were nibbling at the purple rope-like corona, and then impaled myself balls-deep once more.

"OH MY GOD." Her head lolled from side to side against the mirror as I started to fuck her hard. "Uhn...uhn...uhn," she moaned with each powerful thrust of my hips. "It's so hard...and so deep."

With my hands still holding her nylon-clad legs up and out to each side, I angled my hips upwards and concentrated on sliding my probing erection over the upper folds of flesh inside that tight wet channel. In just a few minutes she was gasping and starting to shake, her sweating body leaving a damp smear on the mirror behind her as it banged rhythmically against the wall. Her huge tits were shaking enticingly as I slammed my hips against the pouting mound of her pussy over and over, her swollen nipples looking as big and stiff as the tips of my baby fingers.

"Andy, I...I...AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she uttered as she started to cum once more. I redoubled my efforts and fucked her viciously as she started to writhe and twitch. Her cunt gripped down on me hard as she spasmed through her orgasm, the steaming membranes gripping the throbbing shaft of my cock and trying to pull the precious nectar from inside me. Feeling that delicious hot squeezing was all it took. I flexed back and drove forward, my balls slapping noisily against her upturned ass while I powered my pulsating erection as high and deep inside her as I could. With my hands still holding her legs spread wide open for me, I kept my body pressed tightly to hers as I blew my load forcefully against her cervix.

"I can feel you cumming inside me," she cried as my cock continued to spit, filling her with a fresh batch of hot thick protein. The delicious orgasmic shudders ran through my body as I came, filling my mother with a massive load of semen. I felt my body quaking as the engorged head spit out the viscous gobs, flooding her with my precious nectar. My buried prick finally stopped shooting as the exquisite sensations coursing through me slowly dwindled. I held still with my rigid manhood buried deep, her insides awash with my potent swimmers. If my mother's tubes hadn't been tied at the time I was born, there was no way she would have escaped this night without getting pregnant. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I felt my member start to lose its rigidity. I lowered her legs to each side and let them drape over the edge of the dresser before withdrawing my spent prick. We both looked down as it slid out of her, immediately followed by a slithery milky-white river that spread out into a pearly puddle on the dresser beneath her.

"Push down inside you, Mom. Get as much out of you as you can." I watched her stomach muscles flex beneath the sexy merry widow as she followed my instruction. The flexing muscles rolled down through her abdomen as she pressed down. We both watched as another long strand of thick cream oozed from between her glistening pussy-lips to join the growing puddle beneath her. She pushed again and again until a final shimmering gob oozed forth. I took my finger, slipped it inside her and drew it down along the bottom of the hot trench, pushing out the last warm gobs of thick semen. I watched her lick her lips instinctively as I brought my gooey finger up and held it mere inches from her face.

"Would you like this, Mom?" I asked teasingly as I waved my cum-coated finger in front of her.

"Yesss," she hissed, her eyes never leaving the sight of my milky fingertip.

"Here you go," I replied as I slipped my shimmering finger between her lips.

"Mmmmmm," she mewed as her lips and tongue closed down on the invading digit. She sucked wantonly, her eyes closed in bliss as she savored the tasty morsel.

"If you're still hungry, there's a lot more you can have," I said softly as I stepped back and nodded to the swirling pool of milky semen between her legs. She leaped off the dresser and dropped to her knees beside it, her mouth just above the front edge. I watched with perverted delight as she leaned forward and slavishly feathered her tongue into the inviting puddle of cum.

"Mmmmmm." She purred like a kitten with a saucer of warm milk as she ran the flat of her tongue through the slippery mass of cock-juice, then flicked her tongue up sluttishly, drawing her milky reward back into her waiting mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she purred again as she swallowed, the silky cream sliding warmly down her throat. She extended her tongue once more and resumed licking, her talented tongue quickly noisily lapping up every precious morsel of my manly cum.

"That's my good girl," I said as I climbed onto the bed and lay on the stacked-up pillows against the headboard. I brought my legs up and pointed to my spent prick, the sticky tube now lying against my thigh. "There's a little more here for you. Bring that sweet tongue of yours up here and clean this up."

She looked so fucking hot as she crawled onto the bed between my spread legs, her huge breasts swaying pendulously beneath her, the tips of her nipples almost touching the sheets.

"Oh yeah, that's it, Mom," I said as she eagerly took my gooey member in her mouth and started cleaning off our combined juices. "Yeah, that's perfect. Get it nice and clean, and then just keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

She did just as I asked, settling in between my legs and sucking obediently as I lay back with my arms crossed behind my head and savored the illicit pleasure of my mother sucking my cock. I looked at her spectacular body as she enthusiastically sucked, her lush form provocatively displayed in that stunning white outfit I'd picked out. I kept her working on my cock for about 45 minutes before it was once more standing up at attention—and I knew I wanted to feel it deep inside her once more.

"That's good, Mom," I said as I reached down and pulled her vacuuming mouth off my upright prick. "Now get over on your back—I'm not finished fucking you yet."

She needed no encouragement as she quickly took my spot as I rolled out from beneath her. I took her slim ankles in each hand and folded her up into my favorite position once more, spreading that deliciously slippery twat of hers wide open. Her cunt lips were absolutely dripping and searing hot as I fit the broad head of my cock between them.

"Time to take your temperature again, Mom," I said as I pushed her legs up and out to each side as I buried my rampant prick inside her. She'd obviously become more and more aroused as she'd been sucking me and as my driving erection touched that sensitive spot deep inside her, she spun off into another sheet-gripping climax.

For the next hour, I fucked her every which way, my long thick cock never leaving her gripping cunt for more than a few seconds at time. I lost track of the number of times she climaxed. Her body was a twitching sweaty mass that I just kept pummeling my cock into. A couple of times she did that thing where she seemed to black out for a few seconds, her body becoming overwhelmed with the pleasurable sensations running through it. I knew she was okay though and just kept hammering away at her until she recovered, before once more sending her over to another gushing release.

After staving off my own orgasm for so long, I finally couldn't take it any longer. Right now, she was lying on her stomach beneath me, her lush round ass perched high in the air as my rigid pecker shuttled relentlessly in and out of her dripping pussy. She was face down with her head turned to the side, her messy hair draped over her pretty features as she gasped for air. I had my hand pressing on the middle of her back, holding her in place while I drove my long thick erection as deep into her as I could. I felt my balls start to draw up, and I knew just where I wanted to put this load.

"Turn over, Mom," I said as I pulled out and crawled up until I was kneeling next to her face. She rolled over on her back, her hair falling away from her pretty face onto the pillow beneath her. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing prick and pointed it down just as the first rush of boiling semen sped up the shaft of my cock.

"Aaahh." She gave a sharp intake of breath and I saw her hand shoot between her legs as I started to cum, the first thick rope of semen splattering against her face.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh..." She let out another long gasp of orgasmic delight, her fingers working busily between her legs as I painted her face with cum. I kept jacking away at my throbbing cock, pumping out wad after wad of baby batter, directing each shot at her pretty face. My hand pumped again and again as the semen rained down upon her. I continued to unload, absolutely flooding her face with warm milky cum. I could see her quivering and twitching through her own climax as I stroked away, her face now almost totally covered in silvery strands and milky gobs of cock-juice. As the final orgasmic contractions slowly receded, I flicked the last dangling strand of semen onto her face and sat back on my heels, totally spent.

I felt a wonderful illicit thrill as I reveled in the fact that I had fucked my mother into blissful submission, just as I'd always dreamed of. I had fantasized about this forever, taking my mother in any way I wanted time and again, and now here we were and it was better than I had ever imagined. I was happily content knowing that my mother had totally submitted to me—that tonight was only the start of many similar times we'd have together. Times where she'd let me dress her up exactly as I pleased, and then willingly submit to anything I wanted to do to her.

I looked down at my mother lying beneath me, her face covered in my pearly seed, her eyes closed in blissful satisfaction as her fingers toyed gently between her legs.

I had started out to educate my mother in the pleasures of sex, only to find out that she was as insatiable as I was. As her teacher, I could give her nothing less than an A+ for each of our lessons. In each lesson and ensuing test, she had achieved the same result each time—absolute perfection.

I watched as her tongue slipped out and ran sluttishly around her lips, drawing my warm semen into her mouth. I smiled to myself, knowing the education of my mother still had a ways to go. Yes, there was one more hole of hers that needed some of her son's special attention—but that's a different story.

THE END

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(ch. 7) Educating Mommy Eunbi

"Andy, wake up… wake up!"

"Huh?" I said as I quickly came to, my mother's hand shaking my shoulder as she leaned over me, those huge pendulous tits swaying hypnotically before my eyes.

"We slept in. We're going to be late for church." She slid out of the bed, her body still clothed in that sexy black bustier I'd gotten for her. I watched her lush tits bob deliciously as she hurried into the en-suite bathroom, my morning hard-on twitching beneath the sheets. Her sexy voice came to me from the bathroom as I heard the water start to run. "You better hurry and go take a shower; we don't have a lot of time."

The intent of her words seemed to be that she expected me to go to the other bathroom and shower there; but things had changed between us and I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this. She needed to know the way things were going to be from now on.

"Oh dear," she said with a surprised look on her face as I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind me.

"I thought it would save even more time if we showered together," I said as I stepped up to her and wrapped my arms around her. She turned her face up to mine and I wasted no time in pulling her to me, my lips searching out hers. She moaned softly as we kissed, her arms circling my neck as I held her close, her soft heavy breasts pressing warmly against my midsection.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she purred as we finally parted, my swollen member pressing against her abdomen.

"Here," I said as I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up my hands. "I think it's best if we help clean each other up." Once my hands were a frothy mess, I passed her the soap. My fingers immediately sought out those tremendous guns of hers, the pillowy flesh of her massive tits overflowing my slippery hands as I moved them all around those voluminous orbs.

"I think you might have a good idea there," my mother replied as she looked up at me kittenishly. As I continued to lather up her huge tits, she put the soap down and wrapped her foamy hands around my semi-hard cock. I felt it pulsate in her grasp as she gripped it lovingly and started to teasingly slide her hands back and forth. Immediately, I felt it start to swell under her stroking fingers.

"That's it, Mom, feel it getting nice and hard for you… just the way you like it." I saw the look of desire on her face as she looked down at my hardening dick, the dark crown blossoming forward as her slippery hands pumped more and more blood into the stiffening tool. My cock wasn't the only thing that was hardening—her luscious red nipples felt like stiff thimbles under my taunting fingertips. I rolled the firm buds between my slippery thumbs and the middle finger of each hand, the rubbery pebbles coming alive in my hands.

"Mmmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned as I filled my soapy hands with her mammoth jugs, marveling at the tremendous weight of those soft pillows of flesh. Her eyes closed with pleasure as I worked on her tits, and I could see her fighting the rising feelings of pleasure emanating from her body. "Oh Andy, we shouldn't." Her feeble plea fell on deaf ears as I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, our stroking hands never leaving each other's body. Our kiss was intense, my tongue rolling over hers in a tantalizing incestuous dance. My cock felt like an iron bar in her hands, and I had no intention of going to church without getting rid of the tempestuous load boiling inside me.

"Turn around," I said as I unwillingly pulled my mouth away from hers, both of gasping wantonly. I used my hands to spin her around. I pushed her forwards until she was leaning against the front wall of the shower, the steaming bullets of water pelting down upon us. I moved close in behind her, my surging erection sliding into the glistening crevice of her backside.

"Andy, we… we can't," she said as she turned and looked at me over her shoulder, her voice quivering with alarm—but she wasn't moving away from me.

"Don't worry, Mom," I said as I soaped up my hands and slid them between her succulent round cheeks, the slick lather filling the beautiful warm valley. "I know we can't do that. But I've got something else I think you might like."

I stepped closer and leaned forwards, directing the engorged head of my swollen dick against her puckered little rosebud.

"Aaahhh," she hissed as the hot crimson crown rubbed teasingly over her tight pink hole. As much as I wanted to shove it deep into that delicious ass of hers, I knew in my heart I wanted to wait for that until after I'd filled that other enticing hole of hers—the steaming tunnel of slick pink flesh from which I'd first entered this world. I angled my hips up and slid forwards, my rigid shaft sliding up into her slick foamy crevice as the burgeoning cockhead rose to the small of her back.

"Mmmmmm," she purred as I pressed myself tight against her, the soft sultry skin of her backside fitting snugly around my throbbing member. I drew my hips back along the warm channel until the dripping tip once more teased at the puckered opening of her bum. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped those huge pendulous tits as I flexed forward once more, my pulsing love muscle pressing deep into the hot slippery crevice of her bum.

"Oh Andy, that… that feels so good," she said as she leaned forwards against the shower wall in front of her as she rolled her wide matronly hips back against me. We got into a nice smooth rhythm as I made sweet incestuous love to that beautiful warm crevice of hers, the bubbly lather billowing out from her hot slick crack as my throbbing prick moved back and forth, the dripping crown oozing precum all over her lower back.

"Oh God… oh God," she moaned as I rolled her stiff bullet-like nipples between my fingers. The hot water from the shower continued to rain down upon us, the steaming pellets of water feeling like miniature darts as they stung my skin, the misty steam filling the stall as I continued to plow along the trough of my mother's enticing heart-shaped ass.

I could feel myself getting closer, and I wanted to make sure we came together. Cupping one of those huge tits in one hand, I slid the other down the front of her body and slipped my soapy fingers between the pouty lips of her hot pink labia.

"Aaaaah… yessssssss," she hissed as my fingertips rubbed teasingly over the hard throbbing button of her clit. She twitched under me as I took that erect spire and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As I felt her body quivering under my tormenting caress, I pressed my rock-hard dick firmly against her, sliding it rapidly back and forth along the full length of that slick sweltering valley.

"Oh Andy… wha… wha… OHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD!" she moaned loudly as she started to come. I felt my balls drawing up close to my body as she started to convulse and shake in my grasp. I tweaked her clit and she groaned like an animal as I felt the boiling semen speed up the shaft of my throbbing cock.

"YESSSSSSSSS!" I groaned as the first shot of thick pearly cum jettisoned forth, the milky stream spewing forth powerfully to land in a viscous white streak, the long strand pearly semen stretching from the back of her head down onto her shoulder. A second and then a third shot spat forth, each long ropey strand landing high on her back.

"So goooooodddd," she moaned as she continued to shake and twitch beneath my stimulating fingers. I continued rocking my hips as I shivered through a nerve-jangling release, creamy cum coating my mother as I continued to flood her back with thick pearly semen. The last thrumming twinges ran through me, my hips slowing as the final drops of cum oozed forth to slither down from the wet red eye along the underside of my rigid shaft before clinging to the smooth skin of her lower back. I released her sensitive clit from between my fingers and slid my soapy hands back up her front, filling my hands once more with her spectacular tits.

"Oh Andy, that felt so good," she purred as she looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes shining with blissful satisfaction.

"Did you like that, Mom?" I asked as I slowly slid my spent dick along the supple channel of her bum.

"I… I did. I liked feeling you close to me like that, even if we weren't… well, you know."

I knew she was talking about the fact that we couldn't have intercourse—at least in her mind at this point. I hoped to change that soon enough. "I liked it too. It's just another way we can show how much we mean to each other." I pulled her back towards me and she instinctively turned her head, offering me her lush pouty lips for an endearing kiss. I pressed my lips to hers, the warm satiny feel of her lips feeling exquisite as we kissed deeply.

"Andy," she gasped as she finally pulled her mouth back from mine, "we've really got to get ready or we're going to be late."

"Okay," I replied, letting her out of my grasp. We hurriedly finished showering, but not before I got to fill my hands with her heavy round tits a couple of more times. I returned to my old room and dressed in the navy suit I'd brought over, complimenting it with a Ralph Lauren yellow and navy striped tie. I had to admit; I looked pretty good once I was cleaned up and wearing something different. At least I wouldn't be an embarrassment to my mother in front of her church people. I didn't give a shit about them, but I wanted her to be happy.

I wondered what she was going to pick out from the clothes we'd bought her. Besides the provocative items that I really wanted to see her in, we'd also picked out some clothes that would be more suitable for her part-time job at the library, or to wear to church, which was the destination of choice today.

"Oh my gosh, I hope we're not going to be late," my mother said as she stepped into the room, her hands busy smoothing back her hair.

I turned and simply stared at her, once again mesmerized by how beautiful she could look wearing clothes that flattered and accentuated her voluptuous figure. Oh man, she looked fantastic.

She was wearing one of the new outfits we'd bought that we both agreed would be perfect for her to wear to work, church, or other similar venues. It was a little more conservative than the other things I'd already bought for her that I liked to see her in - but this looked just as amazing on her as those other outfits. It started with a high-collared sheer white blouse, adorned with cap sleeves and a series of vertical little ruffles running down over her sumptuous breasts. Beneath it I could see the outline of a white camisole and beneath that I could barely make out the lines of a heavily reinforced white lace bra I'd picked out for her. The blouse looked sweetly feminine in design, but the sheerness of the fabric hinted at the bountiful treasure lying beneath. It looked teasingly appropriate for church - but I knew many eyes would be drawn towards that huge thrusting chest of hers.

The business skirt we'd decided on was slim-fitting and ended just at the knees, with a taunting little slit at the hem in back. It was a rich-looking cream color the sales girl referred to as "bone", which seemed appropriate based on the twitch I felt in my crotch as I looked at her. The skirt deliciously formed to her wide matronly hips and lush heart-shaped rear. I loved the way the material smoothly hugged the curvy cheeks of that full round bum of hers. The price of that skirt had definitely been worth it. I felt like I could have stared at that beautiful ass all day—at least as long as I got to jerk off a couple times while doing it.

I almost licked my lips as my eyes feasted on her spectacular body and my gaze drifted downward from the nipped-in waistband of the skirt, over her broad fuckable hips, following the alluring lines of the trim skirt as they hugged her beautiful thighs and all the way to her full calves, tiny ankles and delicate feet. The shoes she was wearing were the same bone color as the skirt and looked fantastic with the whole outfit. They had a sensible heel about 3" high which gave her toned legs some sexily-enhanced definition without looking trampy. The shoes were mostly open with a couple of bands of soft creamy leather covering her toes and another piece cupping her ankle.

After my gaze had slowly scanned all the way down, my eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn slightly northward to her temptingly tanned calves. They were bare, but glistened alluringly.

"I put on some of that cream you got me for my legs. Do you think it looks okay?"

Man, did it ever! This was another thing that Jessica from The Cat's Pajamas had recommended. It was a cream that she said strippers used a lot—it made their legs glisten like they had oil on them, but it didn't feel greasy at all. It just left a smooth soft coating on the skin that had a wickedly alluring sheen to it. And looking at my mother's gorgeous sexy legs, I knew exactly why Jessica had suggested it - they looked incredible. It made you want to reach out and run your hands over the smooth supple skin, the tempting sheen almost calling out to your fingers like the sirens of Titan.

"Mom, it looks wonderful. Your legs look great," I gushed.

"Thanks, honey. But we really have to go or we'll be late." She pulled her lustrous hair back and slipped a mother-of-pearl clip over it; her drawn-back hair completing the look of the sexy librarian I'd expected to see with this outfit. Jesus, she looked fantastic, I wondered if I'd be able to keep my hands off her until we got back home.

She grabbed the purse we'd bought that matched the shoes and off we went, heading to her church a little faster than I was used to driving. We made it, but barely.

Going into my mother's church always made me smile—you've gotta love Las Vegas-style churches. From the outside it looked more like a shopping mall: lots of colorful metal siding, a big sign and beautifully landscaped walkways leading to the main entrance. Inside the place gleamed, but there seemed to be far more plastic and chrome than marble and weathered wood that you would expect in a place of worship. It always left me feeling warm and fuzzy to look up and see Jesus looking down at me from the cross, the little pieces of tissue waving from the air-conditioning vents on either side of him. Hey, this was Vegas, air-conditioning was front and center everywhere.

I'd been to this church many times—my parents insisted that I attended Sunday School as a little gaffer. So off I'd go, every Sunday morning, dressed in bow tie and short pants, learning the scriptures and revering The Lord who looked down at me from above—only he couldn't really wave because he was just some kind of statue - the tissue paper at the air vents did the waving for him.

My mother took my arm as we entered the church, with most of the chairs already occupied. Yes, chairs. There were no pews to speak of, just fold-down chairs like you'd see in a cinema. As we made our way forwards, I noticed nearly all eyes turned towards us. I wasn't surprised - knowing how my mother looked in what she was wearing, I would have been shocked not to see most of the males in the congregation straining their necks to get a better look. And look they did. I saw many men and even young boys staring in awe as we made our way towards the front, their eyes feasting on my mother's thrusting chest and round curvy bottom, beautifully displayed by her form-fitting skirt. But it was the gaping jaws and wide-eyed stares of the women that really made me smile. They all seemed to have the same look: unmitigated shock and overwhelming envy. They'd seen my mother many times before, but never looking like she did today. I could see it in the eyes of all the women there that they wished they could look half as good as she did.

My mother spotted a couple of seats about three rows from the front. We excused ourselves past a few people and edged into your chairs, my mother's pronounced heart-shaped ass drawing some hungry eyes as she side-stepped along the narrow aisle. As we greeted the people next to us and took our seats, I noticed a couple in the front row turn and look in our direction. Oh yes, the good old Palmers: Alice and Chuck, or Charles, as his wife always referred to him. I mention her name first, because "Queen Bee-otch" Palmer ruled that house, that's for sure.

Their son, Mike Palmer, had gone through school with Connor and me. Mike was a great guy—even considering who his mother was—and we hung out with him on a regular basis. His parents had pressured him into attending law school, and follow into his father's law practice. But unfortunately, their dreams for him took a quick left down the shitter once Mike got to college and realized that wasn't for him. Writing was Mike's passion. Like Connor, they had the artsy creative stuff, whereas I was the techie in the group. They were useless when it came to math, computers or anything related to technology. But I couldn't touch either of them when it came to creativity, imagination and prose. They could each write circles around me without breaking a sweat, but we formed good friendships, each of us appreciative of what the others could do.

So Mike withdrew from the law school train and told his parents he was switching to the arts, which went over like a fart in an elevator. Mike told me his father admitted that he was disappointed, but understood Mike's decision. His mother was a different story altogether - it was totally unacceptable for a son of hers to behave in this fashion and she'd have none of it. If Mike chose this "pathetic path" (as she described it), he better find himself somewhere else to live. His father intervened but she stood her ground, and as usual, she got her way while her husband meekly surrendered to her wishes.

We were floored - Mike was a pretty stand-up guy who never got into trouble or anything. I could safely say that this was as close as he'd ever come to an "act of rebellion", and yet, all he was doing was choosing what he really wanted out of life. His mother wouldn't budge, and Mike left town. After leaving, he kept in touch with Connor and me as he put himself through a small college in California.

A short time back, we'd seen Mike in town as we attended a funeral of an old high school buddy who had been killed in the war in Afghanistan. It was great to see him and catch up. He pulled me aside at one point and asked a favor. My inheritance had come through at this time and I was nicely set up in my penthouse. He asked if it was possible for me to put him up for a few weeks. He had written a novel and was in the process of editing his first draft. Money had become tight for him and he was on the verge of getting booted out of his apartment. I eagerly agreed, more than willing to help out a good friend.

So Mike had set up shop in my spare bedroom and his suggested "few weeks" turned into about five months. But I didn't mind, he was great to have around. He did the cleaning, cooked up a mean spaghetti sauce, and generally was no trouble at all. He completed the work on his novel, acquired an agent and sent it off. He was fortunate enough to have it picked up and through some connection his agent had, a movie company had contacted him about helping them with some screenplays. So off he went, back to California, but not before graciously thanking me for what I'd done for him.

As I saw Mike's mother looking back at me from the front row as we took our seat, I couldn't help but remember the things Mike had told me about her. He'd mentioned how active she was in the church, but it was all for appearance's sake. She talked a big game, but Mike said she didn't know her ass from a puckered starfish when it came to religion. Apparently she was adamant and forceful when it came to coercing others to donate funds for the many "causes" and "committees" she always seemed to end up chairing. But Mike told me she never - not once - donated any funds herself. He was disgusted by her, and told me that her throwing him out had been the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Mike had told me life with her had been no picnic whatsoever, let alone a Happy Meal at McDonalds. She'd treated Mike with the same churlish and intimidating attitude as she'd treated Chuck, her husband. She'd been the classic Ice Queen, making her husband's life a living hell. So I wasn't surprised to see Chuck Palmer's eyes open wide as he looked at my mother, his eyes zeroing in on her voluminous breasts. But Alice Palmer gave my mother a glacier-like stare, her cold eyes moving slowly over her gloriously-displayed curvy form. She then turned to me, shocked to see me I'm sure, a look of pure disdain in her eyes as she pressed her lips tightly together and curtly nodded in my direction. I smiled in return and gave her an acknowledging nod of my head before she turned around in her seat. I saw her give her husband an elbow in his ribs - he was still turned in his seat, his neck craning as he fought for a better look at my mother. The poke in the ribs had him turning and facing forward, like a reprimanded child. I'm sure "Charles" was due for a lecture on his behavior once they got home.

The minister came out a minute or two later and began the service. When he spoke and gestured to "Our Lord, Jesus Christ", I turned and looked at The Big Guy, sadly looking down at me from his cross. I noticed things had changed since I'd last been here, this was a different figure looking down at me from the last time I'd attended. This was a much more modern-looking Jesus, with what looked like a male model's four-day growth of trimmed facial hair, like George Michael. He was swathed in sleek looking robes, fashionably arranged around his pinioned body. But it was the cross that drew my attention - a gleaming stainless steel cross had replaced the old one made of laminated lumber - if you could call that old. This stainless steel cross was something to behold, a testament to our times, with Jesus fastened to the cross with hexagonal bolts instead of nails or stakes. I wondered what Jesus would have thought of the portable power drills that no doubt spiraled their way noisily through his flesh. As I looked at those pristine steel bolts and his alluring five-o'clock shadow, I thought all that was missing was an Elvis cape and sunglasses to make the look complete.

The service ran smoothly. I found myself distracted, busier watching all the people who were trying to surreptitiously ogle my mother while trying to go undetected. I don't think too many were successful in that endeavor. I especially noticed one teenage kid in the row in front of us who kept looking back and staring at her thrusting chest. I would have bet my condo that the kid was sporting a stiff dick inside that Sunday suit of his. I didn't blame him though. Here I was, her own son, thinking the same thing as him -how much I wanted to get my hands on that spectacular body of hers.

Finally, the service ended. We shook hands and well-wished our seated neighbors, then retired to one of the church meeting rooms with some of the select members of the congregation who assisted in the affairs of state… or church, whatever. Having gone without breakfast, I was happy to grab a juice and one of the cookies they were providing for refreshments. Unfortunately there was no Dr. Pepper amongst the beverage selections.

"Andy, how nice to see you." I turned to see Mike's father, Chuck Palmer, standing with his hand extended.

"Mr. Palmer, nice to see you too." I shook the extended hand, but his shake seemed like he'd turned it to automatic, his eyes quickly turning to my mother who was standing next to me.

"And Eunbi, you look wonderful," he said as he kept pumping my hand while his eyes roamed up and down over my mother's alluring form.

"Thank you, Charles," my mother replied with a polite nod.

"Andrew, what a pleasant surprise to see you in church today." Mrs. Palmer's voice sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. I felt an internal twinge and an unconscious grimace come over my face as she spoke to me. The distracted Mr. Palmer finally noticed that he was still shaking my hand, then awkwardly released it as he timidly stepped back next to his wife.

"Mrs. Palmer, the pleasure is all mine," I said with a little bow in her direction.

"Eunbi, is that a new outfit?" Mrs. Palmer was busy looking my mother up and down, from her sexy shoes and glistening legs all the way up her lush curvy body to her pretty face.

"Why yes, Andy helped me pick it out. Do you like it?" My mother gave a little bit of turn for side to side. I saw Mr. Palmer and a number of other people smiling in admiration, but Mrs. Palmer was not so easily impressed.

"Well, it's very distinctive, yes. I'm just wondering if The Lord would think it appropriate for church?"

Her words hit my mother like abrupt slap in the face. I decided it was time to step in and have a few words with this bitch.

"Mrs. Palmer," I said, "I have to admit that I strongly suggested this outfit to my mother." I paused and looked her up and down, my stomach turning at the ugly floral dress that hung on her body like a potato sack. It matched her harshly pulled back hair and lemon-sucking face though, I have to admit that. "She had spotted a dress very similar to yours, but I guess she felt sorry for me and succumbed to agreeing to my suggestion. So I should be the one apologizing, but I really think she looks quite nice, don't you Mrs. Newcomb?" I turned to one of the other church biddies who I'd noticed eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Well," the old bag said, her face turning red at having been caught out, "Yes, I think it looks very nice."

"And your dress, Mrs. Palmer," I continued, "it looks very distinctive as well. Not everybody can carry off that look the way you do." And nobody would want to, I thought to myself. I could see by the look on her face that she didn't know if I was fucking with her or not. She looked like she didn't seem to know if she should thank me, or be outraged. Since she thought my mother's clothing inappropriate for church, I decided to press on and see if her religious beliefs and knowledge of The Bible was as good as she thought it was.

"So how's Mike these days?" I asked. I knew that she had totally cut Mike off from any financial assistance.

"Michael is fine, Andrew. Thank you for asking," she replied curtly. She turned to my mother. "Eunbi, can we count on you for the next charity drive?"

"My mother and I have been discussing that," I interrupted. "We are looking at our charitable donations and may be considering some other organizations that are currently in greater need than your church. I assume you would respect that decision. I seem to remember Luke 22:36 stating 'He said to them, "But now let the one who has a moneybag take it, and likewise a knapsack. And let the one who has no sword sell his cloak to buy one."

"But… but the church," she stammered, totally flustered by my interference.

"My mother has given graciously to this church, as you well know. I love and respect my mother more than you can imagine for what she has done for this church." I turned to my mother, who was watching the exchange between me and this puritanical mouthpiece with rapt attention. "What about you Mrs. Palmer? Have you given as generously as my mother? As I once read in Luke 12:1: 'Be on our guard against the yeast of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.'"

I looked at Mrs. Palmer who was standing there speechless, her lips set tight. I could see the steam all but coming out of her ears. "Charles, it's time to leave," she said as she took her husband's arm and turned away. She looked back over her shoulder at my mother. "Eunbi, I'll be calling to discuss the pledge drive." And with that last word, she hurriedly minced her way across the room and out the door, poor Charles tagging along in her wake of fury.

With Mrs. Palmer having disappeared like the Wicked Witch of the West, my mother and I looked at each other. I'd never seen her look happier.

"I don't think she knows what hit her," my mother said, a slow smile spreading over her pretty face.

"I guess all those Sunday school lessons paid off. I think I got all those references correct."

"Oh Andy, I love you so much for sticking up for me like that," she said to me quietly as she stepped up on her tip-toes and gave me a peck on the cheek before putting her lips next to my ear and whispering. "I'll thank you properly for that once we get home." Her provocative breathy words sent a surge right to my groin. I felt my dick twitch as a rush of blood flowed southwards.

"Then let's go," I said as I took her arm and turned towards the door. I suppressed my rising libido and walked calmly to the car, hoping my stiffening member wasn't tenting the front of my pants too badly. I held the door for my mother and ogled those glistening legs of hers as she teasingly drew in one sexy leg after the other. I started the car and headed for home, anxious to find out how she was going to 'thank me properly'. As I looked over at her, I couldn't wait. "Mom, your legs look beautiful with that cream on them. How about you hike your dress up a little bit and show me some more?"

"But Andy, won't people be able to see?" she asked as she looked out the car windows as we headed through traffic.

"With the tinted windows, no one can see in unless they're right in front of the car," I replied in a soft lulling voice. "So we're going to be just fine—just you and me. Now how about you show me how great those legs of yours look? Just bring that skirt up a little bit more for me."

"You won't take 'no' for an answer, will you?" she inquired as she looked out the car windows again to double check in case there was someone around. "It's too risky, baby, don't you think?"

She had a point, but I really wanted to admire how her legs shined, so I kept pressing. "Fortune favors the brave, or so they say. Besides, you actually want to show me how nice you look, don't you?" By now I knew my mother had certain submissive tendencies and if I wanted us to really become lovers, I had to take charge, stand my ground and make the walls in her mind crumble little by little. "This is the new 'you', mom. When we are together, I want you to forget about the rest of the world. When we are like this, I want to enjoy being with you to the fullest. And right now nothing would make me happier than seeing those amazing legs of yours. Moreover, you are completely right. I won't take 'no' for an answer." I gazed at her to let her know how serious I was. This was kind of a gamble, to see if she would go through with it in this kind of situation.

"You actually like my legs too? I don't think they are that good, and that's why I applied that shiny cream, so that they would look better for you." She seemed slightly ashamed, but she couldn't help but smile at my praise.

"Of course I love them. What's not to love? Your legs are fantastic and besides, you know I love everything about you. If you still doubt me about that, then I'm going to get angry, if only a little." I winked at her to lighten the mood, but I went right to staring at her intently after saying that. "Besides, I want you to feel totally comfortable and safe when I'm with you, no matter the situation."

My mother sighed, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she looked at me with adoring eyes. "I do, darling. I know ours isn't the usual relationship between mother and son, but I can't help myself from wanting to get even closer to you… within reason. Look at what you did with Alice back in the church. You showed that woman her place. You wouldn't let me or yourself be bullied by her, and you took charge. You make me so proud. You don't know how much that means to me. With Gerald, I never felt that safe. You are gentle, yet strong. You are kind, yet determined. You have grown up to be the loving yet strong-willed man I've always admired. I think I'm going down the slippery slope here, but I want to make you as happy as you make me… again, within reason."

Her voice wavered, but she went on. "When we are together, I feel like I can leave the old 'me' behind and become a whole new person. And I like the new 'me' far more than the old one!" She looked through the windshield, lost in her own thoughts, but still voicing her mind. "I've always relished in the fact that I'm your mother, and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You always made me so happy while the world around me seemed to hate me."

I was touched by her honesty and I wanted to give her some reassurance while further convincing her that what we were doing was perfectly okay. "First and foremost, I don't think you could do anything to lose me. Period. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it together. Since I was little, I've always been aware of our surroundings, of how some other people treated you, and I hated that." I paused for a second as she looked at me, her eyes misty with happiness. A warm tender smile lit up her face. "You look so beautiful when you smile. I want to make you happy to keep seeing that smile of yours. And these last few days, with this new turn our relationship has taken, I've noticed you smile a whole lot more." I took hold of her hand as she turned her head and looked at me adoringly.

"So, if only for the sake of that incredible smile of yours, I'll take charge and I'll protect you to the best of my abilities." I had never sounded so serious in my life. "I agree, our relationship is shifting somewhat. But I think it's doing so in a very good way. Think of it as mother and son with benefits. You are helping me with my urges and I'm helping you become the free-spirited woman I know you yearn to be. And we are both happier in the process. So I'm not going to apologize for what I've done, as I plan on keep doing it from now on, do you understand?" I winked at her again.

I know I had touched her deeply with my words, and it showed in her teary eyes, but I didn't want her to cry at the moment, so I decided to go further with her education and make the best of our conversation.

"The fact that we enjoy our bodies doesn't mean it's wrong. In fact, it's awesome. For example, since I've learned you love it so much, I plan on letting you get as much of my cum as humanly possible. You are comfortable giving me pleasure with hand-jobs, blowjobs and tit-fucks, aren't you?"

She blushed and replied. "Yes, I'm comfortable with them. Oh, God, I never thought I would be comfortable doing that, with my very own son no less, but I am. You've awakened something in me I can't explain. When you look at me with such desire in your eyes, I feel my chest burst with happiness."

I could understand her very well indeed. I had awakened her sexuality, and it turns out my mother was a very sexual woman, only she didn't know it. But I would properly teach her. This education of hers still had a long way to go.

"I'm so glad that I can make you feel that way. But as far as anything else or anyone else goes, never you mind, mom. Let me take care of it all, one thing at a time." My resolve seemed to put her at ease and a wide smile appeared on her lips. It was clear to me she didn't mind letting me be in control.

"Now that we've cleared the air… How about you show me how great those legs of yours look? I'd really love to see them," I said, a lecherous shiver running down my spine now that I knew I'd convinced her.

"Do you mean like this?" she asked as her delicate fingers reached down and hiked it up slightly, a few inches of thigh coming into view above her dimpled little knees. My eyes were flicking back and forth between the road and the sexy sight of her creamy thighs as she continued to pull her skirt higher.

"That's it. Oh Mom, your legs look so nice with that cream on them. I love the way they glisten like that."

"Even up here?" she asked teasingly as she pulled her skirt higher, her upper thighs now exposed.

"How about you let me see if they're as shiny between your legs as they look on top," I said as I felt that delicious tingling sensation in my groin as my cock started to swell.

"Do you mean in here?" she asked innocently as she let her legs roll open, the V-shape between her thighs widening as her legs spread further and further apart.

"Yeah, right in there," I said as I felt my heart start to race at the teasing sight of my mother spreading her legs for me. The skin of her inner thighs looked temptingly sinful, the smooth skin shining provocatively under the magical allure of the silky cream. She stopped hiking up her skirt, a few inches of upper thigh still hidden from view. The dark shadows lying at the apex of that inviting V drew my eyes like iron filings to a magnet. "Is there anywhere else that's glistening like that?" I asked as I looked at her, a hint of lustful mischief in my glance.

"Wh… where do you mean?"

"Just pull that skirt a little higher," I replied, my eyes flicking over as she shifted her hips slightly to allow the skirt to be hiked up even more. "Yeah, that's it. Now let your legs come open a little more. That's it… that's my girl… perfect." She did exactly as I asked, the hem of the skirt clutched in her delicate little fingers as she drew it up to her hips, allowing her legs more freedom to spread further out to each side. As her legs parted, I looked over and saw the treasured cleft of her pussy lying hidden beneath a sexy pair of lacy white panties. I knew these were a beautiful pair of French-cut panties we'd picked out for her, the alluring line of the leg openings cut wickedly high on her hips. My cock surged as more blood pulsed into it while I looked at the teasing shadow of her full cunt-lips snuggled tightly by the sensual lacy garment. I could even see the little shadow of her large protruding clit at the top of her slit, the tight lacy material hugging her like a second skin. I felt myself licking my lips as I pictured what was lying beneath.

"Now, why don't you pull the edge of those panties up a bit so we can see if there's someplace else that's as shiny as the rest of your legs?"

She reached across her body with her right hand and pulled the edge of her panties towards the passenger door, allowing me an unobstructed view of her enticing pink pussy lips. They were glistening alright—I could see that she was absolutely soaking down there. The luscious petals of her labia and the erect spire of her prominent clit seemed to be screaming out for attention, the soft pink tissues shining with her flowing juices. Being the loving son that I was, I figured her lush wanton body should get the attention it wanted. "Mom, slip your fingers inside there and show me how wet you are," I instructed.

Holding her panties to the side with one hand, she took the first two fingers of her other hand and slid them along the glistening slit of her beckoning labia. I saw her fingertips disappear as she slipped them between the pouting soft lips. I looked up at her tremendous chest, the stiff bullets of her sizable nipples thrusting against the front of her dainty white blouse.

"That's good. Now let me see those fingers," I said. She withdrew her sodden fingers and held them out towards me, her shiny juices sparkling in the shifting light as we sped down the road. Her fingers were coated with her warm nectar, the bone-hardening scent drifting into my nostrils and firing my already rampant libido. "That's beautiful. Now rub some of that on your thumb." She did just as I asked, rubbing her thumb sensually over her glistening fingertips.

"That's the way," I continued. "Now I want you to reach down and take your clitoris between your thumb and forefinger." She did exactly as I asked, her slick fingers circling the stiff red nodule poking out from the top of her greasy slit. "That's my good girl. Now roll it slowly between your thumb and forefinger."

I watched the muscles in her hand move slightly, and then was rewarded as she gave off a deep animal-like moan of pleasure, "Ohhhhhhnnnn… "

I shuddered with wanton delight, amazed at the spectacle unfolding right beside me. An illicit thrill of incestuous desire coursed through me as she did just as I wished. A week ago, I could have never pictured anything like this to ever be possible—now here was my sexy stacked mother, her spectacular lush body sinfully exposed beside me, her fingers wrapped around her sensitive clitoris, just as I had instructed her to do.

"That's it, rub it nice and slow." My instruction was followed by another low groan from her as she heeded my instruction. "Yes, just like that. Now stroke it back and forth, just like you did with my cock." I watched as her hand moved slightly differently, her glistening thumb and forefinger sliding back and forth along the fiery red spire like she was jerking it off—which was exactly what I wanted her to do.

"Ohhhhh Goddddddddd… " she moaned deep in her throat as she pleasured herself. I saw her huge tits shifting enticingly as her heart rate increased, the massive orbs heaving up and down as she breathed more rapidly. I looked up at her pretty face, her smooth skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her eyes were hooded with desire as her head rolled against the back of the seat, her full red lips parted as she breathed raggedly.

"That's a good girl, Mom. Make yourself feel real good. Keep working that nice big clit of yours," I said in a soft lulling voice. Her fingers continued working vigorously between her legs as she twisted and shifted in the car seat, the muscles on the insides of her spread thighs quivering sinfully as she approached orgasm.

"Andy… I… I… AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH." She moaned deeply as an intense climax rolled through her. Her body was twitching and bucking as the overwhelming sensations of a tingling release took control of her body. I saw her fingertips pinch firmly on the sensitive red nodule between her legs, causing a second orgasm to follow right on the heels of the first. "OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD… " she groaned again as she continued to cum. I could see the warm juiced flowing from her oozing slot, the delicious warm scent filling the inside of the car. Her head rolled from side to side and her massive tits quivered beneath her prissy blouse as she came like a wildcat, her body convulsing wantonly until the delightful sensations finally subsided.

I flicked my eyes back to the road and saw that we were almost home, her house less than a minute away now. Watching her, my cock had become rock-hard in my pants—and now it was going to be my turn for release.

"We're almost home, Mom."

She looked out the window and realized where we were. She withdrew her hand from between her legs and drew her panties back into place. I saw her looking at her gooey hand while she pulled her skirt down with her other hand.

"I'd want you to lick that hand clean for me," I said softly.

"You… you want me to lick this off my own hand?"

"Yes. You want to make me happy, don't you, Mom?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Alright then. Go ahead, let me see you lick those fingers clean."

With just a slight hesitation, she brought her hand to her mouth. She paused and I saw her nostrils twitch as she inhaled her own womanly smell. Her lips parted and her tongue came to rest on her pouty lower lip as her fingertips slipped inside. Her lips closed down on the invading digits—just like they'd clamped onto my hard thick cock last night. Her eyes closed and she gave a soft little purr as she sucked on her fingers, enjoying the sultry taste of her own mature juices. After licking her fingers clean, she inserted her shiny thumb and I felt a shiver of lust go through me as she drew it slowly back and forth between her lips, just like she was sucking on a rigid erection. I didn't think I could get any harder, but the look of pure wanton bliss on my mother's face as she lapped up her own warm cunt-honey had my throbbing prick ready to burst.

"Did you like that?" I asked as she finally drew her gleaming thumb from between her lips.

"I… I did," she admitted, her face flushing pink. It made me smile inside to see her reaction. It made me wonder how she'd react to the taste of another woman's creamy nectar. A tingling shiver ran down my spine just thinking about it.

I pulled into the driveway, slammed the car into park and hurriedly opened my door. "C'mon, Mom," I said as I opened her door and reached to help her out. Her glistening sexy legs parted once more as she stepped out of the car, giving me another teasing glimpse of her gorgeous thighs. I took her arm and all but pulled her along as I got my key out and quickly opened the door. I yanked her inside and threw the door shut behind me. I pushed her back against the door and turned to face her, my body raging with need. She seemed slightly fearful of my aggression, but when I leaned in and pulled her into a rapturous kiss, she dropped her purse and her arms went around my neck as she turned her lips up to mine.

"Mmmmm," we both moaned longingly into each other's mouths as we kissed passionately, like two lovers who've been reunited after a lengthy separation. I moved in close, crowding her against the back of the door as I pressed my body against hers, my throbbing erection rubbing against her abdomen. My tongue rolled against hers with an urgent need as I reached between us and quickly undid the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse, one after the other. I pulled the blouse from the waistband of her skirt and pushed it off her shoulders and out of the way, wanting desperately to get my hands on those full heavy tits of hers. I drew back slowly and pulled my mouth from hers, both of us gasping. I looked down at the deep dark line of cleavage between the massive orbs, her satin camisole and white lace bra all that was separating me from my objects of desire. I reached forward with both hands in a frenzy of desire and grabbed the lacy top edge of the camisole as it covered each breast—then pulled savagely to each side.

RRRRIPPPPPP!!

"Aaaaahhhh," my mother gasped in shock as the shredded camisole came away in my hands.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one," I said as I moved in close and kissed her deeply, tossing aside the bits of torn fabric and filling my hands with her bra-covered breasts.

"Mmmmm," she moaned warmly into my mouth as her hands gripped my face and pulled me against her as we kissed ravenously. Her huge tits felt wonderful in my hands, the sexy lace bra barely containing their incredible weight and size. I knew this bra did up in front so I deftly reached down and slipped open the front clasp.

"Yesssss… ," I hissed under my breath as I quickly slipped my fingers beneath the lacy fabric while the heavy weight of those 32Gs had them settling beautifully into my cupping hands. I luxuriated in the wondrous feeling of those spectacular breasts coming free from the confining warmth of the heavily-structured bra and right into my loving hands. Oh man, they felt so big and heavy. My mother purred as I kissed her hotly once more, my hands pushing her bra off her shoulders to join her blouse and tattered camisole on the floor beneath us.

"Mmmmm," she whimpered softly as my hands caressed her soft warm breasts, my fingers toying with her big rubbery nipples. Under my needy touch, they got stiffer and swelled even more as I rolled the large red buds between my fingertips.

"Aaaaaahh," she gasped as I pulled my mouth back and lifted her breast towards my face, my hands bringing one massive tit up to my descending mouth. My lips closed on her enticing nipple and sucked hard, bathing the hot stiffness in my flowing saliva.

"Oh Andy, that feels so good," she whispered as she took my head in her hands and held me to her breast. I moved from one huge tit to the other, my lips sucking ravenously on her long thick nipple. She was whimpering and gasping with pleasure as I devoured her sensitive breasts with my sucking mouth. Feeling her getting more and more aroused, I decided to give her another orgasm before taking my own satisfaction. With my lips still clamped down on the stiff buds of her nipples, I slipped my hand beneath her skirt and feathered my fingers right beneath the leg opening of her panties. Her gooey wetness soaked my hand instantly as I pushed her drenched panties to the side.

"Andy… wha… what are you doing?" she moaned as I slid two fingers right up inside her. I found her stiff clit with my thumb and started sawing my hand back and forth, the fingers inside her working on the roof of her vagina while my thumb kept up a constant caress of her fiery little spire.

"OH MY GOD… OH MY GOD… OH MY… AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," she groaned loudly as she started to thrash through an intense orgasm. I heard her arms bang against the door behind her as she twitched and shook like a ragdoll, her whole body one twitching mass of sensual delight. I kept sucking at her spectacular nipples, my teeth gently nipping at the rubbery stiffness as my tongue swirled all over her pebbly areola.

"Oh Andy, that's so good… Oh my God… not again… AAAAAAAAAAHHHH," she whimpered blissfully as my lips and fingers triggered the onslaught of a second tingling climax. I held onto her for dear life as she convulsed and bucked against me, her back against the door as my body pressed against hers kept her from collapsing. She rode out the searing pleasure as the blissful waves of delight coursed through her. I waited to move until the final quivering paroxysms of bliss ceased to flow through her twitching body.

"Did you like that, Mom?" I asked as I pulled my mouth away from her heaving chest and withdrew my hand from beneath her skirt.

She stood against the back of the door, gasping for breath as her massive tits bobbed wantonly up and down with each ragged breath. Her eyes looked glazed over with rapturous satisfaction, her flesh glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.

"That… that was incredible," she said in a breathy whisper. I stood before her, still wearing my suit and tie, a lecherous smile of incestuous contentment on my face. I reached down between us and her eyes followed my hands as I unzipped my pants and reached inside to pull out my rock-hard cock. Once I managed to pull the hard thick shaft out of my fly and let it go, the bulbous crimson head pointed right up towards her, pre-cum already dripping from the wet red eye.

"You said you wanted to thank me for what I said to Mrs. Palmer," I said as I reached forward, put my hands on her shoulders, and started to push her down to her knees, "well, I can't think of any better time to thank me than right now. And if you do a good job, I'll give you a nice big load of that cream you've come to love so much."

She knelt before me, her pretty face mere inches away from my dripping cockhead. Her eyes never wavered as they watched the throbbing crimson crown bobbing with each beat of my racing heart. As another sluggish pearl of pre-cum pulsed from the shining eye and started to distend downward, I saw her tongue slip out and run instinctively around her lips. I was happy to see that my mother had become addicted to my cum already.

"Stick out your tongue," I said as I stepped closer and wrapped my hand around the stiff shaft of my pulsing erection. She immediately complied, her inviting tongue slithering from between her lips and presented to me like a dinner plate—and I was ready to serve up a nice big helping of protein for her. I positioned my upright dick right over her tongue until the dangling drop of shiny fluid was poised just over the pebbly membrane of flesh. I took a long firm stroke from the root of my prick all the way to the engorged head, forcing more precum forwards. The distending strand dipped lower as the amount of viscous fluid grew, the tip starting to form a glistening pool on the surface of her tongue.

"Don't swallow yet," I warned as I continued to milk my throbbing erection. The shiny wad of slippery fluid on her tongue grew in size as I pumped out more and more precum, her beautiful tongue connected to my burgeoning dick by the flowing glistening strand. When the little puddle on her tongue seemed just about to overflow the curved edges of that lovely receptacle, I stopped milking and lowered the broad flared head before drawing the shimmering ribbon of precum off the very tip of her tongue, leaving the rest of the alluring strand deposited warmly on her tongue.

"Swallow," I commanded. She closed her mouth and I saw the muscles in her neck contract sensually as my warm cock-juice slipped smoothly down her throat.

"Mmmmmmm." She mewed like a kitten with a bowl of warm cream as she savored the taste of my manly nectar.

"Do you want some more of that?"

"Yes, please," my mother eagerly responded as she stuck her tongue out for more. I fed her my precum three more times, each time slowly stroking my rigid dick towards her face as the flowing goo ran onto her tongue. She waited patiently until I instructed her to swallow—each time purring rapturously as the silky nectar found a nice warm home in the pit of her stomach. Finally, I couldn't take it any more—I needed that mouth of hers. I looked down at her, my beautiful mother, her gorgeous blue eyes alive with lustful need, her spectacular body kneeling before me with her mouth open wantonly, anxiously waiting for me to feed her my thick creamy cum. I shivered with desire, not believing that I was actually in this spot—having only dreamed of having my way with my gorgeous stacked mother like this. As I looked down at her, my incestuous desire for her roared through me like wildfire, my heart racing with lust.

"Open wide," I instructed as I reached forward and took her head in my hands. She opened her mouth eagerly into an inviting "O", just as she knew I liked. I spread my legs into a solid stance as she enthusiastically waited for me to fill her mouth with over 8" of rock-hard cock. With the enflamed head still dripping precum, I fed it right between her pouty red lips, the soft ovalled pillows quickly clamping down on the broad mushroom-like cockhead.

"Mmmmmm," she purred as I felt her draw warmly on the engorged crown, her tongue pressing against the underside of the flared V as she coated it with her hot saliva. It was amazing to look down and see her wantonly sucking on my rigid cock, her lips pursed forward as she attempted to draw it deeper into her mouth—and being the good son that I was, I fed it right into her welcoming mouth.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as I held her pretty face in my hands and watched my thick hard cock penetrate deeper between those full red lips of hers. I flexed forward until I bumped up against the soft wet tissues at the back of her mouth, and then held it there as she swirled her magical tongue all around my buried lance.

"Oh Jesus, that's so good," I crooned as I slowly withdrew until her lips were drawing just on the very tip. I then flexed forward, harder than I anticipated. Her head bumped into the door behind her, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead, her hands went to my hips and pulled me even closer to her, her suctioning mouth milking me like a hot buttery glove.

"Time to work that mouth over real good," I said as I reached up to both sides and gripped the door frame in either hand as I firmly positioned my feet just past shoulder-width apart. I drew back once more and then thrust forward, the back of her head bumping against the door once more.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned savagely as she really started to suck, her vacuuming mouth pulling deliciously at my steel-like erection. With my feet firmly set, I started to fuck her mouth vigorously. She kept her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her every time, both of our bodies aflame with euphoric need. I rhythmically pounded her hot wet mouth as she ravenously sucked, her head drumming a steady tattoo on the door. If anybody happened to come to the door right now, I'm sure they'd wonder what the hell was going on.

"Oh Mom, your mouth is so good," I moaned as I felt my pleasure escalating. She was mewing and groaning continuously as she rapturously sucked at my invading member, her hot spit bathing my stiff shaft wickedly. She sucked in her cheeks, her mouth a hot wet sheath for my thrusting desire. My cock felt harder than I ever imagined, the blistering skin of the head felt like it was about to burst open right there in her mouth. As I rocked my hips back and forth, I felt my balls drawing up closer to my body, and then I felt the delicious contractions start in my midsection as the first rush of semen sped up the shaft of my driving erection. It made me shiver with incestuous delight knowing I was about to give my own mother another huge load of my pearly semen.

"HERE IT COMES," I warned as I drove my thrusting prick back and forth between her sucking lips. I felt the first thick rope shoot deep into her welcoming mouth, and then I quickly flexed backward, pulling my pulsating cock free of her sucking mouth. I quickly reached down and wrapped my hand firmly around the throbbing shaft, then pointed the engorged purple crown right at her pretty face. The second milky rope jettisoned forth, sending a long pearly ribbon stretching from her chin into her hairline. I stroked again and again, a third and fourth creamy strand raining down upon her upturned face. I then pointed my spitting cockhead lower, spraying more of my viscous semen all over her huge tits. As soon as one massive gob landed right on her long stiff nipple, she groaned deep in her throat.

"OHHHHHH!! GODDDDDD!!" she moaned as she started to shake and quiver in ecstasy beneath my showering load of cum. I kept jacking away, flooding her spectacular breasts with semen as she twitched and convulsed through a tingling climax. I pumped away at my spitting cock until I had no more left inside me, all of my cum now covering her face and tits. A large drop was left dangling from the open dark eye at the tip of my prick. I stepped closer and wiped it on her lower lip, her tongue quickly feathering from between her lips to draw it deep into her mouth. I stepped back and looked at her, the final shuddering paroxysms of pleasure flowing through our bodies.

"Mom, you look beautiful," I said as I looked at her. Here was my innocent refined mother, kneeling before me with her skirt hiked halfway up her thighs, her blouse, bra and shredded camisole laying in a tawdry pile beneath her, her pretty face and large heavy tits a beautiful mosaic of milky-white cum. I don't think I had ever shot a bigger load in my entire life. I almost laughed to myself as I realized I was still fully dressed in the suit and tie I had worn to church. In my frenzied haste to make use of my mother's beautiful and willing mouth, I hadn't even bothered to disrobe—I'd simply pulled my rampant prick from inside my pants. But the look on her face told me everything I needed to know—she had loved it—every blissful second of it. And I could see that she wanted more. As I reached for my tie and started to loosen it, I decided it was time to take my mother's education to the next level…

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