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Lois sat in the living room, sighing as she flipped through the latest catalogues from the Quahog Mall. Every weekend they would be delivered, and every weekend she’d see some new clothes or accessories that she could do with. Her current purse was falling apart. It had a broken zipper, a clasp that wouldn’t click shut, and a small hole forming in one of the corners. Yes, it would have been nice to have something new for a change.
“Damn it,” she muttered, “Peter never buys me anything anymore. God, it feels like I’ve been wearing this same old green shirt forever!” Lois had thought of teaching piano lessons again, she hadn’t done that in a while and she always enjoyed the extra money. But was something nice and new once in a while really too much to ask for?
“Something wrong mom?” Chris asked as he walked down the stairs. Her middle (and largest) c***d sat on the couch beside her.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just looking at things I really can’t afford.”
“You can’t ask Dad to give you some money?”
“Chris, I pretty much have to wrestle the grocery money from him every week. And anything I don’t get he pretty much drinks away down at the Clam. I swear that your father’s tab alone could keep that place going. Sometimes I have to go down there myself just to make sure he gets cut off.”
It was well after midnight as Lois waited by the back door of the Drunken Clam. She was starting to shiver and she decided that if Jerome was going to take too much longer, she’d go and wait in the car. Thankfully, within a minute, she heard the soft click of the lock and the door swung open.
“You know Lois,” Jerome said as he let her in, “I’m starting to think your husband’s drinking problem isn’t the only reason you keep coming in like this.”
“If it isn’t, then it’s a win for both of us,” she grinned. Jerome slipped his hand into the back of her pants, groping her firmly as he walked her towards the bar. Lois dropped down to her hands and knees at the door. Jerome held it open so she could quick crawl and hide underneath the counter. Jerome took his place at the beer taps in front of her and Lois unzipped his fly. Since Jerome came back into her life, Lois had found herself on the end of his shaft on more than a few occasions. He was easily twice as long and thick as Peter was, but Lois had more enough practice with his size in their youth. Lois slipped his thick and growing shaft into her willing mouth as she heard someone stumbling towards the bar.
“Hey… Jer… Jer…… Jerome….. *hic* Gimme… four…. four more beers.” Peter slurred as he held up six fingers. Jerome cocked an eyebrow. Even without Lois’s hidden blowjobs, he would still be thinking of cutting him off at this point.
“Geez Peter, maybe you should slow it down. What would your wife think if she saw you like this?” Jerome asked. With his hand resting on the bar's surface, he felt Lois push the last few inches down her throat. Peter was a friend and valued customer, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of his wife secretly sucking him off as they talked.
“Lois? Lois doesn’t…. think? I don’t know. Four more Pawtucket Patriots.”
“Well, I think that you’d better take it easy. It’ll just be water for you after this round.” Spurts of pre dripped out onto Lois’s tongue as she worked her mouth. And as often as this happened, Jerome still had a little trouble keeping his focus. Back when the he and Lois dated, he thought that Lois gave the best blowjobs. And now, twenty years later, she was even better. Her lips slid back and forth along the length of his shaft as he poured the beers from the tap. Once Peter had taken them back to his friends, Jerome quickly busied himself with anything within reach. He didn’t want to have to serve anyone else until he had emptied his load. He flipped through the TV channels until he found a game, he wiped down the bar and he started to clean some empty glasses. It was at his third beer mug that he felt himself being pushed past the point of no return. He nudged Lois with his foot to let her know he was about to explode, and she responded by squeezing his leg and hilting her mouth on his dick. Jerome leaned over the bar and did his best to hold his composure. As soon as the first spurt of his cum shot into the back of Lois’s throat, Peter was making his way back over to the bar. Jerome swore under his breath. Why now? Couldn’t he have just waited another ten or fifteen seconds?
“Four… four more Jerome,” he managed to say, this time holding up seven fingers. Jerome ignored him at first, trying to stifle his own grunts. He took a deep breath as Lois swallowed the final spurt. She pulled it from her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She could hear her husband above her. It gave her such a thrill to suck of her ex-lover with her clueless husband on the other side of the bar. But with Peter standing there, she couldn’t leave until he went back to his booth. Not complaining, she took the softening shaft in her fingers and slipped it into her mouth once more. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock as Jerome decided to cut her husband off.
“I’m sorry Peter,” Jerome firmly said, “but it's water for you. You’re just too drunk.”
“No, you’re too drunk!” Peter swung his arm to point at him, but he lost his balance and fell to the floor. Jerome just sighed and rubbed his eyes. Every time. Every. Single. Time.
“Well I’ve got some money if you want it Mom, but you gotta do some chores for me first,” Chris said as he reached into his back pocket. Lois tried to stifle a laugh at her son’s almost absurd suggestion.
“Chores? For you?” She couldn’t hold her laughter back anymore. She clutched her sides and she fell off the couch in a fit of laughter. This was her house and she did most of the work anyway, but she couldn’t help finding a joke in her son’s idea.
“Yes, chores.”
“And what’s the first chore?” Lois asked as she stood up and wiped a tear from her eye.
“Mom, I want you to suck my dick.” The smile from Lois’s lips quickly faded. Had she heard him right? Did her own son really just say that? She wanted to laugh again in hopes that he was just joking. But the look on his face told her that he was completely serious.
“Chris, how dare you!” she scolded. She wanted to slap him across the face for even thinking of such an idea. “I’m your mother!” Chris said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a folded bundle of cash from his back pocket. He peeled off two $20 bills and handed them to her. He didn’t say anything, but he kept the same serious expression as he kept his eyes locked on hers. Lois, on the other hand, looked between his face and the money. It was impossible to tell how much he hand in his hand, but it had to be at least a couple of hundred.
“Well Mom, what’s it going to be?”
Lois couldn’t believe what she was doing. Chris was sitting on the couch, with his pants beside him, and his shoes and socks tossed aside on the floor. And there she was, on her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. He wasn’t as big or as thick as Jerome, but he still carried an impressive member none the less. Lois closed her eyes as she felt Chris’s hand on her head. Ever since sneaking a peek with Peter while Chris was asleep, Lois had always secretly wanted to take her son to bed. But now that she was doing it, did she really want to? And for money, no less?
“Yeah, I know the real you bitch,” Chris muttered. He leaned forward and reached down towards her top. The buttons gave way as he pulled her shirt open. He pulled two more notes, a twenty and a ten, from the bundle and stuffed them between her breasts.
“There’s another $30 for you to swallow.” Chris said. Lois had barely enough time to realise how much money she had before Chris placed both his hands on her head. Before she knew what was happening, Chris pulled her down into his crotch. He pulled her head up and down, fucking his own mother’s face as his felt his climax brewing inside him. Lois, who had lost her gag reflex long ago, was doing everything she could to escape from Chris’s firm grip. But her son held her tight, fucking her face and pumping her lips up and down his cock.
“Oh God… Mom!” he cried as he forced her down. There was nothing Lois could do. His cock twitched in her mouth as several thick spurts erupted from his cock. Lois had no choice but to swallow Chris's load. But even though she knew it was wrong, deep down she couldn’t deny the thrill that it gave her to swallow her own son’s seed. Chris pulled back for the final spurt and he let it splash across her tongue, giving Lois the chance to actually taste him. He laid back against the couch with a sigh, only releasing his grip when his climax came to an end. Lois, however, didn’t pull off straight away. She found herself actually tasting Chris’s load before she swallowed it. She was no stranger to the taste of cum, but she didn’t expect her son to taste as good as he did. She pulled the head from her lips and looked up at her boy. With a nervous gulp, she willingly swallowed the last load of his seed.
“Chris… you, we… we shouldn’t have done that,” Lois softly spoke. She could almost feel his seed clinging to her throat as she swallowed it down, and unknowingly resting her hand on her stomach. “I think you should get dressed.” Lois couldn't help but gaze over her son's cock. It was slick with her saliva, and he was still hard and twitching. Chris was clearly ready for another round. He peeled five more twenties from the roll.
“Well I think you should get undressed.” Chris tried his best to keep his serious face. His mother had already seen the money. She was already in his pocket, but he felt the need to keep up his demeanour.
“What… ” Lois gulped. “What did you want?” She nervously asked, fearing that she already knew the answer.
“I want you to ride me Mom, right here on the couch.” Lois didn’t answer straight away. She couldn’t. Such a forward offer, and from her son no less. A part of her wanted to slap him, send him to his room and ground him for the rest of his life. But another part wanted to go along with it, even if he didn’t offer her money. As Lois stood there with her conflicting thoughts, Chris folded the notes in half and slipped them into her pants pocket with the rest of the money he’d given her. But he didn’t pull his hand away. He kept pushing down into her pocket and dragged her pants down her legs. He pulled his mother’s pants down to her ankles before he lay back on the couch. His ten-inch cock proudly lay hard against his stomach. She knew she’d love it, she couldn’t deny that. She had felt it press up against the back of her throat only minutes ago. Finally, Lois decided to push her logic and reason aside. She’d taken that monster in her mouth, now she wanted it in her pussy.
Lois climbed over Chris and stood on her knees above him. With one hand, she hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. With the other, she held his rod firmly in place. The tip brushed over her lower lips and sent chills up her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going to fuck her son. She bit her lip and pushed herself down his shaft. His girth stretched her open as she sunk down on him.
“Oh… fuck…” she hissed as her pussy took inch after inch.
“Yeah, keep going Mom!” Chris said as he placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he helped her take more and more as he pulled her down.
“Oh God Chris, you’re so big!” Lois cried out as he pulled her down. Within a minute, he had buried all ten inches inside his mother’s cunt. He didn’t give her a chance to rest. As soon as he was hilted, he pushed her back up. But this time, Lois was able to stop him.
“Just let… just let mommy get used to it Chris.” She muttered as she pushed herself back down. It took a couple of minutes, but with her hand gripping the back of the couch, Lois announced she was ready. Chris lifted her back up his shaft, only to slam her back down. Chris could feel his mother’s cunt squeezing his cock with every thrust, hugging him from inside as he pulled her down. Lois’s tits bounced as she rode Chris, and she reached up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. They fell free in front of Chris’s face, bringing a huge smile to his face.
“You remember these, don’t you sweetie?” She asked as she leaned over him. With one hand on the back of Chris’s head and the other cupping her breast, she pressed it against his mouth and invited him to suck on her nipple.
“When you were a baby, you drank so much milk from me.” Chris groaned as he rolled his eyes. He wished he could have remembered it. But now, as a young adult, he had much more an appreciation for her perfect tits. As he sucked and as Lois rode him on her own, all he could think about was how a bundle of notes had turned his mother on to him, how that was all it took.
Lois gasped as Chris bit down on her nipple. While she wasn’t lactating, that didn’t stop him from sucking. His hand grabbed her other breast to grope and fondle. It felt so smooth in his grasp. He felt the small nubbin under his fingers as he rotated his wrist and gave it a gentle twist and tug.
“Oh God, keep going,” Lois groaned. “Faster honey. Faster,” pulling back from her tit, Chris planted his hands back on her hips. He pulled her down as he pushed up, their bodies meeting in the middle. He fucked his mother as hard and as fast as he could. His eyes never strayed away from her tits that bounced above him. Each thrust of his cock hit that special spot inside her. She bit her lip and groaned as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge each time. The impressive cock, the taboo and forbidden act, even performing it in front of the living room window in broad daylight. It all counted towards her release. She threw her head back as she rode her son, her pussy spasming around his shaft as she was brought to her climax.
“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck FUCK FUCK.” Chris never stopped, and he fucked his mother right through her orgasm. Lois quickly collapsed on top of him, too exhausted to stop him.
“Fuck Mom… I’m going to cum,” he groaned as he pulled her down.
“What? Chris, no. Not inside me.” Lois panicked as she was brought from her afterglow. But Chris ignored her. He held his mother down while she tried to pull off. But, much like with her head, her son kept his strong grip. Lois’s eyes went wide as she felt those warm spurts of cum erupting into her body.
“Oh God...” she muttered as she brought her hands up to her face. In her mind, she could picture Chris’s seed swimming inside her. The thousands and thousands of tiny sperm cells swimming and fighting to make it to her womb. But Chris didn’t seem to care. He sighed as he came, letting his body go limp on the couch and finally releasing his grip on his waist.
“I told you to pull out!” Lois snapped, but Chris just shrugged his shoulders.
“Sorry Mom, but I couldn’t help it. You just felt so good inside.” Lois glared at him as she pulled herself off. Her panties snapped back into place as she stepped back onto the floor.
“Well, at least it means that we don’t have to clean up,” Lois sighed as she gathered her clothes. “You'd better hope that you didn't knock me up. And if you did, you’re going to help me raise it.”
“I don’t think that’ll happen Mom. I’m sure you’ve got some pills or something in your bathroom upstairs.”
“That’s not the point, Chris.”
They dressed themselves and quickly tided up any evidence of their fun. Lois had to open the window to air the room. Chris dug out the rest of his cash from his pocket, two fifties, a twenty and a ten, and he held it out to his mother.
“And what’s this for?” Lois asked as she took it, already agreeing to whatever perversion her son had in mind. As long as she got his cock and he made her cum like that again, she’d be more than willing.
“For you to come to my room tonight. I want to try your ass as well.” Lois paused for a quick second as she eyed the last of the money. She gave him a sultry smile and stuffed it between her breasts.
“Looks like I’ll be seeing you tonight. But you don't breathe a word of this to anyone, understand?”
“Absolutely,” Chris smiled as he raised his hand.
“Good, now off you go. I’m sure you’ve got some homework to do.”
Lois made her way into the kitchen. With each stride of her leg, she could feel a slight and dull ache inside her.
“I’m going to feel this tomorrow… and I know he’s just going to destroy my ass tonight.” She filled the kettle with water and left it to boil for some coffee. Slowly, she sat down at the kitchen table and counted the money that she had just made. By the time she finished, she couldn’t believe it. She had to count again, just to make sure. “Three... three hundred?” she quietly asked herself. “I… slept with my son for $300?” She knew she should feel disgusted for such an act, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt. "Still... if he can make me cum like that every time..." Lois bit her lip as her mind entertained the notion of sleeping with her son again., perhaps even on a regular basis. She had definitely enjoyed it and she had some extra cash for herself as a bonus. Now she could buy that new purse, or maybe even a whole new outfit.
The kettle boiled and Lois went about making her morning coffee. She was just about to sit down when the phone rang. She took a sip as she answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey Lois, it’s me,” Peter greeted her on the other end of the line. Lois breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t call earlier.
“Hey Peter, what’s up?”
“Look, I just noticed that I’m missing some drinking money. You didn’t take $300 from my wallet this morning, did you?”
“…Lois?”
“Damn it,” she muttered, “Peter never buys me anything anymore. God, it feels like I’ve been wearing this same old green shirt forever!” Lois had thought of teaching piano lessons again, she hadn’t done that in a while and she always enjoyed the extra money. But was something nice and new once in a while really too much to ask for?
“Something wrong mom?” Chris asked as he walked down the stairs. Her middle (and largest) c***d sat on the couch beside her.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just looking at things I really can’t afford.”
“You can’t ask Dad to give you some money?”
“Chris, I pretty much have to wrestle the grocery money from him every week. And anything I don’t get he pretty much drinks away down at the Clam. I swear that your father’s tab alone could keep that place going. Sometimes I have to go down there myself just to make sure he gets cut off.”
It was well after midnight as Lois waited by the back door of the Drunken Clam. She was starting to shiver and she decided that if Jerome was going to take too much longer, she’d go and wait in the car. Thankfully, within a minute, she heard the soft click of the lock and the door swung open.
“You know Lois,” Jerome said as he let her in, “I’m starting to think your husband’s drinking problem isn’t the only reason you keep coming in like this.”
“If it isn’t, then it’s a win for both of us,” she grinned. Jerome slipped his hand into the back of her pants, groping her firmly as he walked her towards the bar. Lois dropped down to her hands and knees at the door. Jerome held it open so she could quick crawl and hide underneath the counter. Jerome took his place at the beer taps in front of her and Lois unzipped his fly. Since Jerome came back into her life, Lois had found herself on the end of his shaft on more than a few occasions. He was easily twice as long and thick as Peter was, but Lois had more enough practice with his size in their youth. Lois slipped his thick and growing shaft into her willing mouth as she heard someone stumbling towards the bar.
“Hey… Jer… Jer…… Jerome….. *hic* Gimme… four…. four more beers.” Peter slurred as he held up six fingers. Jerome cocked an eyebrow. Even without Lois’s hidden blowjobs, he would still be thinking of cutting him off at this point.
“Geez Peter, maybe you should slow it down. What would your wife think if she saw you like this?” Jerome asked. With his hand resting on the bar's surface, he felt Lois push the last few inches down her throat. Peter was a friend and valued customer, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of his wife secretly sucking him off as they talked.
“Lois? Lois doesn’t…. think? I don’t know. Four more Pawtucket Patriots.”
“Well, I think that you’d better take it easy. It’ll just be water for you after this round.” Spurts of pre dripped out onto Lois’s tongue as she worked her mouth. And as often as this happened, Jerome still had a little trouble keeping his focus. Back when the he and Lois dated, he thought that Lois gave the best blowjobs. And now, twenty years later, she was even better. Her lips slid back and forth along the length of his shaft as he poured the beers from the tap. Once Peter had taken them back to his friends, Jerome quickly busied himself with anything within reach. He didn’t want to have to serve anyone else until he had emptied his load. He flipped through the TV channels until he found a game, he wiped down the bar and he started to clean some empty glasses. It was at his third beer mug that he felt himself being pushed past the point of no return. He nudged Lois with his foot to let her know he was about to explode, and she responded by squeezing his leg and hilting her mouth on his dick. Jerome leaned over the bar and did his best to hold his composure. As soon as the first spurt of his cum shot into the back of Lois’s throat, Peter was making his way back over to the bar. Jerome swore under his breath. Why now? Couldn’t he have just waited another ten or fifteen seconds?
“Four… four more Jerome,” he managed to say, this time holding up seven fingers. Jerome ignored him at first, trying to stifle his own grunts. He took a deep breath as Lois swallowed the final spurt. She pulled it from her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She could hear her husband above her. It gave her such a thrill to suck of her ex-lover with her clueless husband on the other side of the bar. But with Peter standing there, she couldn’t leave until he went back to his booth. Not complaining, she took the softening shaft in her fingers and slipped it into her mouth once more. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock as Jerome decided to cut her husband off.
“I’m sorry Peter,” Jerome firmly said, “but it's water for you. You’re just too drunk.”
“No, you’re too drunk!” Peter swung his arm to point at him, but he lost his balance and fell to the floor. Jerome just sighed and rubbed his eyes. Every time. Every. Single. Time.
“Well I’ve got some money if you want it Mom, but you gotta do some chores for me first,” Chris said as he reached into his back pocket. Lois tried to stifle a laugh at her son’s almost absurd suggestion.
“Chores? For you?” She couldn’t hold her laughter back anymore. She clutched her sides and she fell off the couch in a fit of laughter. This was her house and she did most of the work anyway, but she couldn’t help finding a joke in her son’s idea.
“Yes, chores.”
“And what’s the first chore?” Lois asked as she stood up and wiped a tear from her eye.
“Mom, I want you to suck my dick.” The smile from Lois’s lips quickly faded. Had she heard him right? Did her own son really just say that? She wanted to laugh again in hopes that he was just joking. But the look on his face told her that he was completely serious.
“Chris, how dare you!” she scolded. She wanted to slap him across the face for even thinking of such an idea. “I’m your mother!” Chris said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a folded bundle of cash from his back pocket. He peeled off two $20 bills and handed them to her. He didn’t say anything, but he kept the same serious expression as he kept his eyes locked on hers. Lois, on the other hand, looked between his face and the money. It was impossible to tell how much he hand in his hand, but it had to be at least a couple of hundred.
“Well Mom, what’s it going to be?”
Lois couldn’t believe what she was doing. Chris was sitting on the couch, with his pants beside him, and his shoes and socks tossed aside on the floor. And there she was, on her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. He wasn’t as big or as thick as Jerome, but he still carried an impressive member none the less. Lois closed her eyes as she felt Chris’s hand on her head. Ever since sneaking a peek with Peter while Chris was asleep, Lois had always secretly wanted to take her son to bed. But now that she was doing it, did she really want to? And for money, no less?
“Yeah, I know the real you bitch,” Chris muttered. He leaned forward and reached down towards her top. The buttons gave way as he pulled her shirt open. He pulled two more notes, a twenty and a ten, from the bundle and stuffed them between her breasts.
“There’s another $30 for you to swallow.” Chris said. Lois had barely enough time to realise how much money she had before Chris placed both his hands on her head. Before she knew what was happening, Chris pulled her down into his crotch. He pulled her head up and down, fucking his own mother’s face as his felt his climax brewing inside him. Lois, who had lost her gag reflex long ago, was doing everything she could to escape from Chris’s firm grip. But her son held her tight, fucking her face and pumping her lips up and down his cock.
“Oh God… Mom!” he cried as he forced her down. There was nothing Lois could do. His cock twitched in her mouth as several thick spurts erupted from his cock. Lois had no choice but to swallow Chris's load. But even though she knew it was wrong, deep down she couldn’t deny the thrill that it gave her to swallow her own son’s seed. Chris pulled back for the final spurt and he let it splash across her tongue, giving Lois the chance to actually taste him. He laid back against the couch with a sigh, only releasing his grip when his climax came to an end. Lois, however, didn’t pull off straight away. She found herself actually tasting Chris’s load before she swallowed it. She was no stranger to the taste of cum, but she didn’t expect her son to taste as good as he did. She pulled the head from her lips and looked up at her boy. With a nervous gulp, she willingly swallowed the last load of his seed.
“Chris… you, we… we shouldn’t have done that,” Lois softly spoke. She could almost feel his seed clinging to her throat as she swallowed it down, and unknowingly resting her hand on her stomach. “I think you should get dressed.” Lois couldn't help but gaze over her son's cock. It was slick with her saliva, and he was still hard and twitching. Chris was clearly ready for another round. He peeled five more twenties from the roll.
“Well I think you should get undressed.” Chris tried his best to keep his serious face. His mother had already seen the money. She was already in his pocket, but he felt the need to keep up his demeanour.
“What… ” Lois gulped. “What did you want?” She nervously asked, fearing that she already knew the answer.
“I want you to ride me Mom, right here on the couch.” Lois didn’t answer straight away. She couldn’t. Such a forward offer, and from her son no less. A part of her wanted to slap him, send him to his room and ground him for the rest of his life. But another part wanted to go along with it, even if he didn’t offer her money. As Lois stood there with her conflicting thoughts, Chris folded the notes in half and slipped them into her pants pocket with the rest of the money he’d given her. But he didn’t pull his hand away. He kept pushing down into her pocket and dragged her pants down her legs. He pulled his mother’s pants down to her ankles before he lay back on the couch. His ten-inch cock proudly lay hard against his stomach. She knew she’d love it, she couldn’t deny that. She had felt it press up against the back of her throat only minutes ago. Finally, Lois decided to push her logic and reason aside. She’d taken that monster in her mouth, now she wanted it in her pussy.
Lois climbed over Chris and stood on her knees above him. With one hand, she hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. With the other, she held his rod firmly in place. The tip brushed over her lower lips and sent chills up her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going to fuck her son. She bit her lip and pushed herself down his shaft. His girth stretched her open as she sunk down on him.
“Oh… fuck…” she hissed as her pussy took inch after inch.
“Yeah, keep going Mom!” Chris said as he placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he helped her take more and more as he pulled her down.
“Oh God Chris, you’re so big!” Lois cried out as he pulled her down. Within a minute, he had buried all ten inches inside his mother’s cunt. He didn’t give her a chance to rest. As soon as he was hilted, he pushed her back up. But this time, Lois was able to stop him.
“Just let… just let mommy get used to it Chris.” She muttered as she pushed herself back down. It took a couple of minutes, but with her hand gripping the back of the couch, Lois announced she was ready. Chris lifted her back up his shaft, only to slam her back down. Chris could feel his mother’s cunt squeezing his cock with every thrust, hugging him from inside as he pulled her down. Lois’s tits bounced as she rode Chris, and she reached up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. They fell free in front of Chris’s face, bringing a huge smile to his face.
“You remember these, don’t you sweetie?” She asked as she leaned over him. With one hand on the back of Chris’s head and the other cupping her breast, she pressed it against his mouth and invited him to suck on her nipple.
“When you were a baby, you drank so much milk from me.” Chris groaned as he rolled his eyes. He wished he could have remembered it. But now, as a young adult, he had much more an appreciation for her perfect tits. As he sucked and as Lois rode him on her own, all he could think about was how a bundle of notes had turned his mother on to him, how that was all it took.
Lois gasped as Chris bit down on her nipple. While she wasn’t lactating, that didn’t stop him from sucking. His hand grabbed her other breast to grope and fondle. It felt so smooth in his grasp. He felt the small nubbin under his fingers as he rotated his wrist and gave it a gentle twist and tug.
“Oh God, keep going,” Lois groaned. “Faster honey. Faster,” pulling back from her tit, Chris planted his hands back on her hips. He pulled her down as he pushed up, their bodies meeting in the middle. He fucked his mother as hard and as fast as he could. His eyes never strayed away from her tits that bounced above him. Each thrust of his cock hit that special spot inside her. She bit her lip and groaned as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge each time. The impressive cock, the taboo and forbidden act, even performing it in front of the living room window in broad daylight. It all counted towards her release. She threw her head back as she rode her son, her pussy spasming around his shaft as she was brought to her climax.
“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck FUCK FUCK.” Chris never stopped, and he fucked his mother right through her orgasm. Lois quickly collapsed on top of him, too exhausted to stop him.
“Fuck Mom… I’m going to cum,” he groaned as he pulled her down.
“What? Chris, no. Not inside me.” Lois panicked as she was brought from her afterglow. But Chris ignored her. He held his mother down while she tried to pull off. But, much like with her head, her son kept his strong grip. Lois’s eyes went wide as she felt those warm spurts of cum erupting into her body.
“Oh God...” she muttered as she brought her hands up to her face. In her mind, she could picture Chris’s seed swimming inside her. The thousands and thousands of tiny sperm cells swimming and fighting to make it to her womb. But Chris didn’t seem to care. He sighed as he came, letting his body go limp on the couch and finally releasing his grip on his waist.
“I told you to pull out!” Lois snapped, but Chris just shrugged his shoulders.
“Sorry Mom, but I couldn’t help it. You just felt so good inside.” Lois glared at him as she pulled herself off. Her panties snapped back into place as she stepped back onto the floor.
“Well, at least it means that we don’t have to clean up,” Lois sighed as she gathered her clothes. “You'd better hope that you didn't knock me up. And if you did, you’re going to help me raise it.”
“I don’t think that’ll happen Mom. I’m sure you’ve got some pills or something in your bathroom upstairs.”
“That’s not the point, Chris.”
They dressed themselves and quickly tided up any evidence of their fun. Lois had to open the window to air the room. Chris dug out the rest of his cash from his pocket, two fifties, a twenty and a ten, and he held it out to his mother.
“And what’s this for?” Lois asked as she took it, already agreeing to whatever perversion her son had in mind. As long as she got his cock and he made her cum like that again, she’d be more than willing.
“For you to come to my room tonight. I want to try your ass as well.” Lois paused for a quick second as she eyed the last of the money. She gave him a sultry smile and stuffed it between her breasts.
“Looks like I’ll be seeing you tonight. But you don't breathe a word of this to anyone, understand?”
“Absolutely,” Chris smiled as he raised his hand.
“Good, now off you go. I’m sure you’ve got some homework to do.”
Lois made her way into the kitchen. With each stride of her leg, she could feel a slight and dull ache inside her.
“I’m going to feel this tomorrow… and I know he’s just going to destroy my ass tonight.” She filled the kettle with water and left it to boil for some coffee. Slowly, she sat down at the kitchen table and counted the money that she had just made. By the time she finished, she couldn’t believe it. She had to count again, just to make sure. “Three... three hundred?” she quietly asked herself. “I… slept with my son for $300?” She knew she should feel disgusted for such an act, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt. "Still... if he can make me cum like that every time..." Lois bit her lip as her mind entertained the notion of sleeping with her son again., perhaps even on a regular basis. She had definitely enjoyed it and she had some extra cash for herself as a bonus. Now she could buy that new purse, or maybe even a whole new outfit.
The kettle boiled and Lois went about making her morning coffee. She was just about to sit down when the phone rang. She took a sip as she answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey Lois, it’s me,” Peter greeted her on the other end of the line. Lois breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t call earlier.
“Hey Peter, what’s up?”
“Look, I just noticed that I’m missing some drinking money. You didn’t take $300 from my wallet this morning, did you?”
“…Lois?”
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