…and suddenly I had her folded in half and I was plowing her harder than I ever fuck a woman in my life. Her ankles on my shoulders, her eyes reflecting the wild beast claiming her cunt as his own. me. That and perhaps getting caught in the illicit act.
I look back down at you and I see joy in your eyes. A deep, unabashed joy. I have never seen anyone reflect as much joy from someone sucking my cock, or hell, sucking cock in porn.
I shudder as you open your mouth just enough to let me warm cum, mixed with your saliva flow down the length of my spasming cock. Just for you to make sure I was still watching as you suck it all back off. Again, and again, and again.
How you continue to worship my cock after you so thoroughly emptied me out pushed me into a headspace I’ve never known. I was so hypersensitive, yet the pleasure now, mixed with almost tasting the lust radiating from you, was scrambling my mind. I held locks of your hair as if I was clinging to a cliff desperately.
“Mmmmm,” you moaned as you let my cock pop from your mouth for the last time, “I wonder if my Katy-girl knows just how lucky she is?” You stood and kissed me hard. Tasting myself on your hungry lips and hungrier molesting tongue smothered my headspace with darker thoughts of you. And as I watch you smile and sway away from me out of the room, I try to figure out how the hell what just happened, happened. Even as guilt starts to swarm me that I just had my cock in the mouth of the mother of my girlfriend.
~~~
I try to stifle my moan as Katy bobs her head on my cock. When she sneaked into the room her parents set for me, she whispered, “I cannot stand it. I just need to be with you for a little while. I know you like it noisy, but please be quiet for me. I’ll even make it worth your while.”
Katy told me early on in our relationship she didn’t enjoy giving head. I never pushed it. Now, here she was, sucking on my dick as I continued to lick her scent off my fingers. Remembering how her cunt spasmed around my fingers minutes ago. Remembering how she was biting into my pillow to mute her moan.
I watched Katy in wonder, and yet my mind could not help but wander to a very different woman sucking me off earlier that day. As if my illicit thoughts summoned you, I notice my door open, my heart suddenly in my throat at getting caught with Katy sucking my cock. Then, there you are, in such a sheer nightgown, you might as well be wearing nothing at all. I can see the size and shape of your nipples and how the top the fleshy globes of your breasts. I can tell your pubic hair is a brighter gold than the mane of hair on your hair. Your fiery green eyes capture me. Your lips smile, painted in a deeper crimson tonight. You lick your luscious lips with a hungry and wicked tongue. I explode in your daughter’s mouth almost as hard as I exploded in yours.
Katy started to choke and I looked down at her. She let my cock pop from her mouth, still spurting cum on her face and neck. “Christ Matt! You could have warned me.”
“I am sorry, Katy. It just felt so…”
“Good?” She was smiling again, beaming almost. She playfully kissed the head of my cock and I stole a glance up at the door. It was closed and you were gone. I couldn’t help but wonder if you had similar thoughts to Katy.
“Matt? What is wrong? I am telling you, stop looking at the door, everyone is dead asleep. We are safe.”
*Not everyone, Katy. Not everyone.*
~~~
I was the first awake and made my way to the kitchen, tossed a k-cup in the Keurig, and waited for my liquid life to brew into the mug I picked out. One of the few ones that didn’t have horses all over it.
I almost became hypnotized as I watched the coffee slowly fill the mug, when I noticed you glide into the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. You were already smiling that hungry smile. My cock was already shifting in my shorts, betraying. You were wearing a bright blue robe, but the lace of the nightgown from the night before was sticking out of the sleeves. That made my cock speed up its erection.
I can smell you before you are invading my space. Your taloned hand stroking up my naked thigh, crimson lacquered nails grazing my aching erection through my shorts. Your lips millimeters from my ear, “You feel swollen and feverish, Matty. Are you feeling alright? I think you may want to stay home today to rest. I think it is in your best interest for you to do so.” She gave my cock a long squeeze and stroke. “Thanks for the coffee hun.”
Her laugh rang though my body teasing me worse than her hand had moments before. It was at that point I finally felt I might be going to hell, and not quite caring.
As my second mug, which happened to be covered in horses, was halfway full, Katy smiled her way into the kitchen. “Good morning, Mommy!” she almost sang right before pressing against me and kissing my cheek chastely. “And good morning, Matt! Sleep well?”
*…I think it is in your best interest for you to do so.*
The lie sprang from my mouth effortlessly, “I slept ok, Kate, but I am trying to will this migraine away now.” I watched her wilt. I was definitely going to hell. She wanted two things on this visit. To show my off to her parents and to take me horseback riding. Neither thing was going how I imagined before we ever came. I felt your eyes weighing me, measuring me. I saw you hiding your hungry smile into another sip of coffee.
“Oh Matt! I am so sorry. Did you catch it in time with your shots? I hope so, I will be so bummed if you can’t go riding with me today.”
“Who cannot go riding today?” The gruff voice of Katy’s father, your husband, sung out from the archway, in his pastor sermonizing voice. I was definitely going to hell!
“Matt has a migraine, Daddy. If he cannot get it under control, there is no way he is going to enjoy riding if he can’t.”
Pastor Hal eyed me, I looked pained, but at that moment it wasn’t because of my phantom migraine. “Can’t you take something for it, son?”
“He already gave himself one of his shots, Daddy. I really pray it is not a bad one. He is in so much pain with even the moderate ones.”
I didn’t correct her. I was pondering just what the temperature in hell was today. It didn’t help feeling both Katy and Hal’s concerned eyes on me.
“Well, I suppose perhaps we should all stay home then. It is not fair to leave Matt here alone if he doesn’t get better…” Hal started. I wondered if the man had an inside voice?
“Daddy, Matt will be ok, if he has to stay. He will have to lie in bed with his eyes closed and wait it out. I have been dying to go riding ever since we got here.”
You cut in, the loving concern from your voice even fooled me, “Oh you two should go riding. Hal, if you keep Katy from riding another day, she is going to drive us all mad. I’ll make sure Matt keeps taking his medicine.”
Hal chortled, “You probably gave the poor boy a migraine on purpose, Laura. Heaven knows you want any excuse to get out of riding.”
“That is not fair,” your voice sang out to your husband, “I do like riding!”
Hal laughed, “Well, maybe a Harley, but you have never liked riding horses.”
I felt you begin to molest me with your eyes as he responded to you, even as you hide your smile behind the mug you stole from me. I could feel my cock reaching out to you.
I was almost surprised Pastor Hal didn’t smite my lustfulness with it visibly showing right then and there. I suppose some things can only be seen by those that want to see it.
~~~
I am not sure how much time passed from when Katy and her father left for the ranch as I laid on my bed, trying to recall how things spiraled out of control with you yesterday. The memories of your initial flirtations and innuendos were almost ethereal, like something you can see clearly in your peripheral but as soon as you look at it straight on, it vanishes.
I almost had it when you arrived in the doorway. You were wearing a form fitting dress, scarlet as sin. I was shocked the good Pastor even allowed such a thing even five miles from this home. It was a second skin. It may have hid your flesh, but it just reminded anyone looking of your sinuous shape. My cock was a rod of iron. I gave up trying to resist the carnal feelings you so easily stirred in me.
Your smile was sin. I felt the memory of your lips around me again. I could see how similar Katy’s smile was to yours. Yours was a riper fruit though. Hers was sweet. Yours, when naked, was pure pleasures, and wants, and longings.
“Is Matty ready for his medicine?”
Your voice was bewitching. My cock twitched my response in my shorts, even as my mouth tried to form words. You laughed, my cock quivered to the harmony of the sound. You were closer to the bed. Your talons hooked into the waistband of my shorts. Pulled them down just enough to expose half of my sex. It wasn’t enough.
“You know Matty, you should wear clothes that are wet.” She eyed the wet spot my cock left on my shorts. We both looked at the stream of precum leaking from the slit on my angry, purple cockhead. There was glee, mirth and sexual hunger on your face. Before meeting you, I adored your daughter, I loved her. I was planning on asking Hal for his blessing to propose to her. You put it all on its head. I could barely think about her as you traced your nail along my exposed length. You drew pleasure from my form in ways even I couldn’t do. Your other hand slipped under my shirt, suddenly the fabric felt scratchy and hot. You scratched my nipple and I involuntarily thrust my hips in the air, while pulling my shirt off.
You laughed with mock concern, “You are practically convulsing, Matt. You definitely need your medicine.”
I barely had my shirt off, before you were on the bed, your thighs holding my head in place, your talons digging into my short hair, and your wet, naked pussy grinding my face until it found my mouth.
You began to feed me my medicine. I was lost. I was so fucking found.
There was something wrong with my brain. There was something wrong with this. Katy wouldn’t let my mouth near her pussy. On her scale of premarital sexual sin, that act was off the chart. The taste and flavor of you was filling my head with more lust than what your lips sucked out of me. I’ve never been dizzy with lust before. You were so fucking wet. And your taste? Fuck, pussy never tasted so good to me.
“Mmmmm…that is it, baby, lap up all of your medicine. We cannot play unless we get you feeling better.” Your smile was ravenous. It was sinister, and dripped with lust and was just wonderful! I struggled to remember the rules I discovered pleasuring a woman with my mouth, I struggled with not wanting to just devour you. My hands grabbed your hips as my tongue circled your clit before plunging into your soaked cunt for more of your nectar. You beamed and whimpered. I was humping the air, as much to try to work my shorts off with just the movement as to the desire raging through my bloodstream. I was completely drunk on this, on you. It wasn’t just the wrongness of it. The risk. You were…
“Purrrrr…You are so hungry baby. Doesn’t my Katy feed you well?” You laugh, “Of course she doesn’t feed you like this.” You grind harder against my mouth. I am aware of you, your scent and taste, your body, my cock, and the warm pool of precum slowly growing on my belly. I attack your clit again before plunging deeper into your core. You hiss, “So hungry…I think you need to take my dress off, baby. Do you want to?” With that, you kneel up and pull your pussy away from my hungry mouth.
I am lost without it. I suddenly realize I need to take a deep breath. I exhaled an excited, “Yes!” and you slam your sex into my face again. The euphoria I feel is unlike anything…
“Mmmmm…Matty, you need to mean it. Do you want to really see what is under my dress or not?” You pull away again. I suck in another much needed breath of air. I was so dizzy. “Oh fucking yes, Please…I need to see…” The voice doesn’t even sound like mine. I am never that desperate. You were breaking me. I was sure Katy was going to find out and I didn’t care. I was sure Pastor Hal was going to skin me alive. I didn’t care. I needed you more than I ever needed anything in my life. Your cunt fuck my mouth as your hands kept mine from moving your dress even an inch.
“Grrrr…So hungry and desperate. You can do so much better if you want a peek at your girlfriend’s mother’s body. If I am not mistaken, you are practically engaged. Or that is one of her sweet hopes of this visit. That you will ask her father and hopefully me too, for permission to claim her for your wife. Knowing that we are practically family. So I will ask only one more time, don’t you really want to see what is underneath, baby?”
My thoughts were spinning and frantic. I was grasping for anything more. I ached with such raw sexuality, I was beyond being lost. I was expecting my ending after today. Whoever I was, was dying or already dead. You have been slowly pulling a different version of me to the surface. You raised your pussy away, perhaps for the last time. I missed it so much already. I took a shuddered breath and exhaled, “Please let me see you, Mommy. You do not know how much I need to see all of you. To touch all of you, to taste all of you. Please, Mommy.”
You placed your pussy almost gently against my mouth this time. It was perhaps the best kiss I ever had. You took your hands from mine and stroked my hair almost tenderly, and for the first time, you lost a bit of your control, and uttered a single *Fuck!*, before almost whispering, “Mmmmm, you are such a good, little boy and you make Mommy so very happy. Promise me, you will always make me happy and do what I need?”
You didn’t race your hips for me to answer, so I whispered it into your cunt instead. That was the first time you came. You flooded my mouth with sweet warmth.
As I peeled your second, sinful red skin from your form, the way my eye drank you in, forced a Fuck! Out of you and your fuck my tongue and you came for the second time. You leaned back enough to grab my cock and start stroking it, fumbling the touch until you get a good grip. The pleasure from the contact exploded stars in my vision. So much pleasure ripped through my body. I would have done anything for you at that moment. My hands reached for your tits and squeezed in delight.
You whimpered and whined as you bucked against my face, sliding against the slickness you’ve left there. You jerk on my rod almost roughly. It feels divine. “Does my Matty want Mommy to make him cum?”
For the brief time my mouth was parted from your pussy, I grunted out, “Oh fuck yes, Mommy. Please make me cum.”
You let go of my cock and it quivered in the air, your hands came down on either side of my head and you pushed back, your sex leaving a hot, wet trail down my body before sliding against my aching cock. You kissed me hard in the mouth, tasting yourself, even as you reached and shoved the head of my cock into your cunt. You ripped your lips from mine, your teeth almost tearing my lower lip away, “Oh fuck, baby. THAT feels so good!” You forced your body down onto me. Being inside of you shattered the few remaining shards of me left. I was someone not new, but discovered. You stripped away the well built facade. I couldn’t comprehend it in that moment though. All there was was you. Merging with you. Fucking you. Feeling you smother and squeeze my cock deeper inside of you.
Your eyes were manic, you radiated lust in a way that made me question if I ever had sex correctly in my past life, before you pulled this version of me to the surface. You slowly started to ride me, and you looked as found as I was. “I told them I liked to ride. Damn, Matty. Fuck me, baby. Help your new Mommy make you cum.”
I watched her bounce on my cock. I felt the pleasure rip through me, over and over. I soaked in how her flesh shook and jiggled. She was more ripe and more sexy than anything. She rode and I started fucking her back. She rode…
…and suddenly I had her folded in half and I was plowing her harder than I ever fuck a woman in my life. Her ankles on my shoulders, her eyes reflexing the wild beast claiming her cunt as his own.
“Oh fuck me Daddy. Fuck me harder…” I rammed her feeling the head of my cock trying to break through her cervix. Her calling me Daddy made the pressure inside of me build.
“Oh fuck, yes! Daddy. Take me. Take me the way you wanted me…the way I needed you as soon as I saw you.” I arch my back, trying to get deeper inside her. I felt I would never get as close as I needed to.
“…I am going to cum, Daddy. Please…” I exploded inside of you. We both screamed into it. I fucked faster and harder. I felt each ribbon of hot, thick cum stream from my cock. Filling you again, and again. I couldn’t stop fucking. We couldn’t stop cumming and screaming together. I was your Daddy, your Matty, and your baby, your naughty little boy. You were my goddess, my Mommy, my sinful seductive secret. I never wanted more, needed more, and lusted more in my life. The way you smiled and wept and whimpered, I knew you felt the same. I was home. We both were.
[To be cont.]
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