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I continued a persistent knock on her door but she would not entertain it.

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‘My god, he’s got a great big powerful cock. God help me.’

Lizzy. Elizabeth. Had a weakness for great big cock. More specifically, the assertive types.

It had led to an ill-conceived marriage to Teddy’s father, in all honesty. Despite his many other obvious failings. He could always talk her out of any complaints or frustrations simply by offering up his big bone hard dick. Which her weak knees knew could and would bang her into a completely thorough submission that set aside any other concerns of hers as momentary and petty.

He’d begun their relationship that way, cornering her in the boys' locker room after cheerleader practice (don’t ask how he got her in there). And fucking the fear out of her despite two of his friends there in close proximity, cheering him on, “Smash them tig bitties, Joey! Ram the boner good up her slippery tickly twat!” They would not get involved beyond sharing such kind words of encouragement, knew better than to mess with Joey’s prey that way.

Inevitably, she’d become pregnant after several other outings with Joey’s unilaterally interested prick and her parents had forced them to marry soon after graduation.

Everything after that was bad, bad, bad and worse, as it would turn out, unsurprisingly, that Joey had very little control over much else besides his own remarkably effective cock. Lizzy had to jump the shark and divorce him, get her baby out of that unhealthy situation, and head off into a far more beneficial and profitable future. She would become the assertive one. And raise a young man who bore very little resemblance to her ex-husband (thanks to her own efforts, perhaps), except for… some growth occurring over the years that might have reminded her - just a smidge - what she’d given up to raise him in a far more mature manner than his deadbeat dad might have.

Yes, Lizzy, Elizabeth, very much missed being banged so gloriously by Teddy’s father’s tremendously persistent cock. Ain’t no question about it.

Would she go into a slumber where getting fucked is concerned? Of course not. There were several attempts to eat another dick like Joey used to feed her. To no avail. The pants would drop and so would her hopes soon after (if not immediately). Nothing could compare.

There are toys that can be had, however. And Lizzie would find herself as dedicated to that as time would allow while maturing her boy into a man. She’d gathered quite a haul of those over the years.

And had Teddy had a look at one or two?

It was true he’d wander about through her drawers from time to time, in the years that kind of curiosity might become substantial. It had honestly first happened cuz his friends kept teasing him about the size of “your mom’s jugs”. And he really hadn’t known how big they are, precisely. He just wanted to check the tag. So he could answer his friends more honestly and leave that whole thing alone. Fair enough, right? Only, once he had a pair of those cups in his hand… it wasn’t quite like checking a tag at Target. ‘She keeps her boobs in these’, he’d recognized.

So maybe that led him in there a few more times. Or lots more than that.

Elizabeth… well, Lizzy, had almost always had those big boobs to deal with. When she tried out for Cheerleader the rest of the squad hadn’t appreciated that much. She wasn’t given the opportunity to learn like the rest of them had, instead, it was all about her boobs bouncing around and how that’s gonna take all the attention away from everyone else. Bitch. That and the whispers taking place every day wherever she might go, the hand done sideways over the mouth and the knowing what they’re diminishing her about. How’s she supposed to hide any of that completely? How can that stop happening?

Until Joey had somehow got her in a corner that afternoon in the locker room. And showed her what a big dick he had. How that was gonna match up real nice with her “oversized titties”. How he was gonna bang her the way her big ol’ boobs were asking for. And once he pushed it in her mouth she agreed. Maybe not quite so much as his friends behind him were so sure of - which bothered her at first, having an audience like that; watching her tits get tugged out and sucked on; being coaxed down on her knees so she could suck it - but everyone’s enthusiasm became a real plus once she felt that fleshy bulb fill her mouth so eloquently. Any other issues of concern just seemed to fade away.

“Suck that dick, bitch! Gobble up all that cawk!!” Bawk, bawk bawk - they barked like a chicken. While the real rooster had his powerful assurance in her mouth. Soon he had her head owned by both ponytails, fucking her face like an open hole she’d never known she had before.

So exciting. No more whispers.

Just owned.

By a nice big fat dickhead with a whole lotta muscle behind it.

When she and he both found out she could swallow it all to the bottom, following a whole lotta effort, spew and goo, dares and demands, watering eyes and all the rest of it. She’d never felt more accomplished.

And he’d said so.

“Wholly shit, you whore - you swallowed it all!!”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure if that were a good thing but he quickly followed his own surprise with the affirmative, “You’re a fucking miracle. Suck my cock some more! I’m gunna CUM!!”

And when he did he buried her face with it.

All of that was new as well. Having hot cum fire out all over her face. Who knew that could feel so appreciative? It wouldn’t seem so from the casual observer maybe but all she could feel was warmth and tangible acknowledgement that she’d caused him to explode so hard he nearly lost his ankles. While he kept on peppering her with righteous approval, “Good God. Oh my God. Good Lord. Oh. Baby.”

It sure read to her like they’d just shared something plenty equal with each other.

So from that moment forward, her confidence grew, in her ability to both absorb and withstand. A few weeks later, he would split her terrified cunt wide open. He wasn’t the first to go in there. There’d been a couple “less articulate” boys get their dicks in there (besides all those many things she’d discovered at home that could satisfy certain itches on certain days she needed to). But the unquestionable fulfillment of that - the absolute certainty she felt in there while he pounded her without opinion for her own well-being - hard to qualify any way other than, it would shatter any and all other concerns for her. Nothing else would matter for a moment besides being banged by his big thick donkey dick.

There couldn’t be any greater relief.

So when Teddy began masturbating more often in the shower (a mother knows about these things; the length of time it takes for a young man to finish in there can’t be anything other than purposeful), soon after her noticing her booby grabbers were being rearranged irresponsibly in her drawer somehow; oddly out of place. She sort of took a liking to that. ‘Good for him,’ she’d thought to herself, ‘Take charge of your growing awareness’.

Only, she’d sort of fallen upon an unintentional connection there. Her own “tig bitties” might be playing a growing part in his natural progression. He wasn’t just nursing from there anymore - that had ended quite a many years before - but “milking” himself about holding them once again, perhaps. Maybe that made her curious. Maybe she’d occasionally think about that from time to time. When playing around. By herself. With her naughty things.

Teddy had seemed kinda preoccupied in those “formative” years, eyes downcast in her presence a lot. Maybe he knew that she knew about the shower thing? Maybe he knew she knew he’d go in the drawer and move her Triple D Cup bras around? Maybe he felt kinda bad about all that but - naturally - just couldn’t help himself? Maybe.

And maybe he felt self-conscious about his size down there? You know, about having a great big cock that’s hard to control? Having gone through that in a similar form (up top) she could certainly relate.

You’ll forgive her for noticing his growth in that area. It became apparent relatively early on. She’d suspected it might, given the engorgement genes he’d received from both parents. You’ll recognize that boys make tents beneath the sheets every morning, regardless of whether they’re sleeping or not. They might nap off in mommy's lap during movie night. They might have loose-fitting pajamas on. Things might go on down there if not plop out unintentionally. No one needs to know.

As long as neither side acknowledges anything, then there’s no harm done, right?

Didn’t quite seem fair to Lizzy that he’d have to go through all that on his own though. They’d never had “the talk” per se. But maybe if she kinda just forgot one day and one of her most favorite fuck toys got left in the drawer with all her other undergarments for him to find - a nice big hard to get it all in there one, with extra-thick tentacles of veins crawled all around it, indicating what urgency is all about - then that might minimize his own concerns about “bad behaviour”. You know, Mommy can handle that sort of thing so by all means, help yourself, have at it.

Right? Seemed sensible enough.

Only, the titty cups stopped being pushed about after that. Maybe that had been a very large mistake instead?

What Elizabeth hadn’t known, was that Teddy had actually taken it upon himself to stop doing that just days before she’d gone ahead with it. Guilt had overcome him, ‘I really maybe shouldn’t be secretly toying with my mother’s tits like that. I’m old enough to know better. No more of that.’

Elongated showers hadn’t discontinued, though. So neither of them was one the wiser. Maybe that had simply been a bridge too far on her part. Wasn’t gonna be ready to know that kind of thing about his mommy. Maybe let’s not talk about that none. Mommy’s got great big titties you can’t help but recognize but we don’t need to acknowledge anything beyond that. Those were her thoughts on the matter going forward. Lock it away from now on.

But then, since he’d gone off to college two years ago… and she was living in an empty nest… all the toys within her now free-of-a-lock trunk wouldn’t satisfy her much. Now she’d been left with a hole in her heart.

‘My boy has gone away and needs me no longer. I’m just not necessary anymore.’

So the hysterical crying now occurring behind her bedroom door was the culmination of far too many things for Teddy to identify nor understand.

Despite how much he wanted to.

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Teddy knew what happened with his father. He knew enough, fucking loser. It’s half the reason he studied his way into college the way he had. Didn’t really need his mother to convince him of the importance of that. She was responsibly reserved in not hammering home that message at his father’s expense. His mother was too much woman to be petty like that. Instead, Teddy would observe her own gains and accomplishments. How very little to never any complaints would surface up from her. Not about others anyway, maybe some about herself.

Diligent and perhaps overtly Meticulous. But never petty.

She’d done rather well in treating him like something of an equal. In some regards, she’d needed to depend on him for that. Working long hours. Necessary enough to feed them well. Teddy understood that. So he carried his end as equally as he could. Studying was important. And stupid mistakes would not be better for anyone.

Socially, he suffered for that some. Couldn’t allow any others to foolishly lead him astray.

The most problematic thing to get in his way would really only be his big ol’ cock if we’re being honest here. Not all that dissimilar from his mother he found himself mocked for it in locker rooms. Or maybe Cindy Lou Who would sit not too far away from him, toss her hair in such a way. Make his donkey dick get hard. He would masturbate every damn morning as diligently as he could but to no avail. No matter how much stupid semen he’d fire off down the drain he‘d still have more dumb boners to deal with within hours.

He’d wondered if some fascination with buxom women had happened because of his mother. How many times had he sported an uncomfortable erection in her presence? Had that happened before or after he started going into her room and rummaging around? He couldn’t be certain. It just seemed like… she had enough where he could tuck it away in there and then everything might become okay.

Which was nonsense of course.

‘If she ever knew what I’ve sometimes been thinking she’d fucking crucify me on a burning cross. As I should be.’

On the other hand… erections don’t just happen on their own. I mean, someone’s gotta be accountable for it. There was a period of years where he could only denounce himself for it quietly. Avoid eye contact with her. Castigate himself later on if he could manage that. Poor schmuck, fondling her bras the way he would - while jacking off his big dumb boner. Why wasn’t she getting mad at him during that period? She appeared to behave more cheery than ever, continually working harder to uplift him; comfort him however possible. If only she knew - ‘would slap me silly’.

Eventually, it would get lots worse and he would actively dream of fucking Mommy’s titties. He started roping off at night about it. Fucking his pillows. Attempting desperately to be quiet about it, ‘I can’t help it. Her incomparably reassuring big bosom. It looks so safe and comforting in there. I just want to be within her that way. Help me, Mommy. Please!’

Until he finally just cut himself off from her dresser drawer cold-turkey. No more fondling her lingerie (a collection that appeared to continually expand despite her never having any male company over as far as he could tell). He’d never get that other unusual-looking chest locked away in the closet open anyway so, it’s time to give up on all of this.

That’s right around the time other girls began to look at him differently. And there was some indication that might be beCAUSE of what he’s got in his pants as opposed to in spite of it. But High School ain't quite college and there’s nothing like a “slut” who no longer has a parent they might need to answer to.

It wasn’t until he started getting sucked off by sluts in college or fucking them that he recognized how upset he’d honestly become with his mother back at home.

How many times had he pretend to be asleep in the morning and lay there with a big raging boner tenting up the bedsheets? She couldn’t bother to respond to that? Can’t say something nice like, “What a great big cock you have. How wonderful”? I mean, all these college chicks seem to think it is. Could have saved him a lot of trouble if she’d just mention that at the dinner table some evening. Hell, he’d even let it slip out of his pajamas on more than one occasion. This was before he’d become what he is now but couldn’t she think to tuck that back in and go, “That’s a good one. I’m so impressed.” Is that not possible? Save him from a lot of harm.

Then he met Sophia.

Sophia who he’d now recently told his mother about. Sophia with the most foul mowth. Sophia who was all about, Do THIS to me, Do THAT to me, Don’t stop - more of all that please and then some. Sophia who would then later say, “Don’t let me order you around like that. Take charge and fuck me however you might like to instead.” Where she would then just go on about detailing everything that was coming at her and how much she loved it all, as if he couldn’t know that otherwise; illustrating everything with spectacular words of absolute urgency and compliance. Desperation. Embracing anything that might be considered “filthy” or reprehensible - as gloriously appropriate instead.

Everything his mother wouldn’t be.

He lied about her though.

Sophia wasn’t his girlfriend. She was just another slut who might call him for a booty call at any moment of her choosing. Teddy had no time for girlfriends at college. He had more important work to do. Had to get that done for Momma.

So as his mother Elizabeth continued to cry on the other side of her bedroom door, Teddy had begun masturbating once more - apologizing profusely for not being honest with her all these years.

But Lizzy couldn’t hear him. She was too busy fucking herself in and out of a frenzy. Opened up the chest of “naughty things” and emptied them all over herself. Randomly inserting one or two or three of them wherever they might end up. While continuing to cry about it all hysterically.

“It will never be the same again. I’m no good no more!!”

While Teddy couldn’t reach her. No true understanding or comprehension of what’s going on beyond him in her bedroom. All he could think to do was stroke out several more ropes of semen and paste it all up and down the heavy wooden door. A second time, so soon after he’d done it on her panties in the kitchen a mere fifteen minutes prior.

“I’m cumming for you, Mother. Again.”

Lizzy couldn’t hear him.

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The following day Elizabeth wouldn’t come out of her room until some time near noon.

Teddy had a hell of a time waiting for that to happen. And in the process had finally gained some idea of how difficult it might be to not “smother” another family member when their complications are too difficult for you to comprehend. You’ve really got no other option but to leave them alone in that kinda predicament.

That’s hella hard, man.

It’s so fuckin hard that you might get hard cuz restraint is way too difficult. The inability to comfort. To suffocate yourself with the waiting instead.

Just allow me the ability to ACT upon my concerns. Good golly, miss molly - can you simply not allow me ANY opportunity to actively encourage and repair whatever damage you’re enduring or have endured? Just gimme a chance at it. Let me in. Knock this damn partition down. I can’t handle the gap between us.

“Just gimme a chance at it, Mom.”

But no words would return from beyond the door that morning.

“I wanna be able to help you…”

Finally, Mom would come down from above and her bedroom of horrifying happenings. I couldn’t bear to have the TV on. Got no schoolwork done, what does it matter anyway. Worst part about it? I had an intermittent or ongoing boner at several points throughout the day. Had actually cum on her bedroom door yet another time after that first one. This time quietly, it was very late at night and I didn’t want to disturb her; she’d gone quiet finally. And I left it there. I wanted her to see it. I’m more of a pervert than you could ever be, Mother - just come be with me, free yourself from hiding.

Nope. Following morning, there was nothing but a door that remained locked with my stinky cum stains left upon it.

I made her breakfast. Knocked on the door and left it there for her as well, whenever she might feel safer to retrieve it.

And then I went about dealing with ongoing erections for several more hours.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

People are fucking being eviscerated out there and all I can do is have a boner about it? Sad.

Very sad.

And don’t get me started on THAT completely incompetent motherfucker.

Anyway, she finally did manage to come down. I heard the footsteps fall closer, one by one. I held my seat silently, did everything I could not to scare her back up and away to her safety zone.

Goddamnit, growing boner, please god go away now.

She’s not just a set of TITS!!

But there they were again.

“Mom, I…” I tried to calm whatever concerns of hers I could before she brought herself closer.

“Don’t talk to me about it. Please.”

Her voice couldn’t have been more certain that would be the right thing to do but.

“But…” I tried once more anyway.

“Please, sweetheart. Nothing more.”

Alright then. I’ll try retreating back into silence.

Whatever it takes for her to be able to breathe again.

I’ll just stay here in the chair and suffocate myself. Can’t go any closer. Nuthin’ can be done about it.

She toyed with a few things in the refrigerator. Looking for something simple no doubt. But nothing appeared to satisfy her longing. I noticed her movements must be the most graceful thing I’ve ever seen despite the state of discomfort she was in.

Eventually, she just made a cup of tea and thankfully sat down to join me.

Notably, she didn’t think to check the TV for updates any more than I had.

We sat there without talking for a moment.

My persistent feelings now forming an absolute state of undeniable “arousal” once more. Not only profoundly erect but squeezing in on itself. I had on the loose basketball shorts again. No other choice available given all the pain going on down there. It was thumping up and down at the open leg, drawing a diagram of how to get to her. Signpost up ahead: This way to Absolution.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” she eventually mustered up the effort to tell me.

Ridiculous. An impossibly foolish notion for her to have.

“It’s not your fault,” I assured her.

She was buried in vulnerability.

And never had her chest looked more inviting and compelling, somehow. If I could just get IN there. Closer to her heart. That must be what I’m thinking, right? Not the other thing.

Damnit!!

“Isn’t it, though? Somehow?” she opined.

Honesty has always been the strength and benefit to any and each of our conversations. Had I become man enough not to fail that now?

Was she not asking for the truth?

“Well, yes, it is… in some regard,” I offered.

Deliverance?

“Why? How?” There was panic in her voice. Or perhaps not that but desperation. Or rather was it earnest? Could I find her own salvation?

“Your giant boobs,” I simply said.

Schmuck.

“No. Don’t say that.”

Maybe she might cry. Or wait for clarification.

But, “I’m sorry,” was all I had to add. I wouldn’t know how to clarify my thoughts on things. What sort of information did I have? I’m fucking nineteen! The best I could do was make it clear that I’m not any better than whatever she thought she was less than.

Her feet kicked out beneath the table as she redirected herself after me. Unintentional but she found my own foot there split to the side, quite wider than the width of the chair. Which she couldn’t expect I’d have any purpose for. “No. Don’t say that either.”

I let her foot identify mine. Why it might be in that stance. And where might the other one be? Which she also found blindly, flipping her from adjacent from the prior encounter. There could really only be one reason for that. I needed to make room for something.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” I could only repeat.

Not entirely sure what I was apologizing for thinking.

Her eyes bore into mine. She was a Lawyer. And knows damn well what Guilty looks like. Furthermore, she can read your entire story before you tell it. Guilty as sin? Expose yourself.

“Take it out again. Please.” The desperation continued though married to another hand of certainty. Was their Justice in between? “Put yourself under the table.”

There was no way I was not gonna do exactly what she asked. No different than if she’d instructed me to bend over and accept several lashings. I was being ORDERED what to do. But goddamnit, I’m an Adult!

“But…”

She had no patience for that.

“Just DO it, goddamnit.”

Nothing but purpose.

Before I could comply she’d gone beneath the table. A couple of plates fell off the edge and broke - no matter, easily replaceable. My thighs were pushed aside and I could feel her hot breathe not far from my groin. Initially not aware that the drumming going on beside her left ear was where the frustration had built up to the point of through and unapologetic spotting.

“Take it out of there,” she repeated. “Take it out and show me. Please!”

Heavy emphasis on the word “please” this time.

“Teddy, I need to…”

I certainly had a lot to apologize for. So I showed her. Measuring it out with my right hand, drawing the leg of my trunks up closer to where it all oughta be more behaviorally housed but wasn’t any longer. My fat cockhead barked its way up and out of there, bobbing up and down now freed from confinement. I kept on letting it out of there until my knuckles were tugged up to my sweaty balls, several inches far from the lip of my gurgling cock where her commanding mouth would shout out:

“OH MY GOODNESS!!!”

The slobbering happened near instantaneously. She had gagged herself on a few early inches and then began to bathe her face about the length of me entirely. She may have already been drooling before that choke effect could cause it, I dunno - she was under the table; I had no visual. Wouldn’t need none. Oh my gawd her mouth was hot and wet - returning to my width to solve her starving some more. The mewing and the moaning and the groaning and the energy I’d been clued in on via the mobile phone was present in her effort almost immediately.

And then I felt it all go in her mouth. Something neither Sophia nor anyone else had EVER done.

“Oh thank god. Thank you, Jesus.” She let back off it for a moment of bubbled air. Somehow still engaged enough in me as a priority to make those words heard for anyone who might find them necessary. Then palmed my balls, almost pushing my hand away, and rubbed her wet face all over them sloppy there as well.

Maybe you’ve seen porn where some special star might be motivated enough to get all that eagerly accomplished but that just can’t measure up to someone’s mother and their own natural motivations to make sure you’re all taken care of.

And this was most definitely that. The later.

“I’m not your mother,” she slobbered. As if identifying she could hear my own thoughts. Then grabbed my fist from under there and tangled it up in her hair. Securing that I knew how she wanted it, knuckles deep alongside her temples. “Fuck my face.”

I gave her my other hand and she grabbed it as well and collapsed it to the other side of her head.

Showed me how deep I should push her down. Continually.

“I’m not your mother, I’m Samantha.”

Gobble Gobble.

Gobble Gobble and Goo.

“Sophia,” I rudely corrected her mindlessly. I couldn’t know where I was at to be honest. Had to be a dream.

“Whatever,” she threw that away. Dismissed it.

Went back to my sack and began slurping up her own spit. Adding it back and doing that all over again. Sucking one testicle into her mouth and then replacing that with the other one. Her hand under there wanting to stuff all that and my shaft back down into her throat.

Mind you, this was NOT Sophia. Who was just a girl from college who I now knew had a whole lot left to learn about going all in, I was quickly made sure to understand.

“You’re a lurid mess. Your GREAT big cock is covered in slobber. Your balls are all wet and dripping like my wagging tongue.” Mother would explain it all for me. Impossibly unable to disappoint in any area of expertise. She’d taken whatever she learned on the phone and incorporate whatever she could think of. Details and Debauchery. Dotting up her face with whatever could come from her sensational sucking and throwing my volume around.

Her throat was as deep as any cunt I had ever been able to fuck and she must have reminded me of that succinctly, several dozen times before offering up yet another idea.

“You wanna fuck my tits?”

I’ll repeat, I hadn’t even viewed what’s going on under there to this point. Was she now literally daring me why the fuck not?

“Oh, yes, please, Mother. God yes.” I couldn’t be bothered to lift up the tabletop curtain, however. There was way too much going on under there. I’m lucky I hadn’t already had a seizure of some type. Don’t think I’d have any chance if I were actually able to view my own mother’s face under there let alone a true view of her marvelous tits.

“My name is Jessica!” she demanded.

Who was actually a girl I had on my phone list but not who I think she had meant to refer to. As if I gave a shit any longer, they’re all ancient history.

I felt my cock then meet her movement up deeper between my thighs. The overwhelming warmth of being surrounded by her bosom was well beyond anything I’d ever dreamed it would be before (and I had, indeed, dreamed about that in the past). Surrounding me with the object of my affection and desire - just short of twenty years in the making. I believe the word “bliss” was invented purely for a moment no less than this.

“You like that?”

Her voice was crude. Sinister. Daring me to disagree.

“You like fucking Mommy’s titties?”

Did I ever. But, “I thought you said…” wasn’t she still insisting on pretending she was someone else? Not that I’d want that at all or EVER did as it was now becoming apparent.

“Shut up. Don’t argue with me. You’re fucking my tits. Be happy.”

And I was only in the mood to not disagree. Most definitely.

“Oh, I’m plenty happy right now, trust…”

“How about now?”

She interrupted herself by sending her mouth back down on me somehow. Kept me held within her tits and plowed her way down in there several inches for a nice deep glorious suck - for her and I both, by all accounts.

“You’re fucking huge,” she came up coughing. “Fuck my messy titties. Fuck Momma’s messy…”

Her enthusiasm and delighted success had hit her head into the underneath portion of the table. But I hadn’t done that. Absolute no, I hadn’t done that. Not my doing at all. But being completely unsure of what’s what I went ahead and apologized anyway just to be certain the most engaging sexual moment of my life would not suddenly cease to exist any longer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Do it again. I like it.” Again, her voice had something sinister in it. I’d seen her in a courtroom a few times and when she’s up against it, she really shines. There’s no backing down for her. “Fuck my head right into the wood. I need this.”

Up until that point, I’d really just only been sitting there. Even when I took my hands to above both her ears I really wasn’t moving them at all. She had controlled everything. In a similar fashion to what I’d mostly been used to with her, I was only along for the ride.

I’m not taking point. I can’t even process this.

“Don’t ask questions just do it.”

But I wouldn’t. Like, wait, what am I supposed to do now?

DOINK!

She did it herself again. Honest, I didn’t do it. She did it to herself again. WTF?

“Now fuck my big snuggly titties some more.”

Okay. Maybe I can afford to be a LITTLE bit engaged?

OMG… my hands found her Tits!! My hands were on her glorious titties!! No really, follow me here - my hands were on her gloriously competent and magnificent titties!!!

Jesus Christ, they’re REAL!!

My ass began to bounce up off the chair by itself. I started fuckin it up in there. Not just her on me but me on her. In her. Through her. With her. Holy Hell, man. It felt like I was born for this. To have a perfect grasp on my mother's bare breasts and fuck my thick long cock in and out.

If you were there to hold ‘em, you’d know what I mean.

But you can’t be. Cuz it’s MY mom, not yours! So suck it!

“Give it to me. Gimme.”

She began to beg me. Hastily. Impatiently. Like “NOW” or never any time else. Maybe she was reading my mind again and yours as well - like some wormhole time travel shit into the future, I dunno. But she knew what needed to be done and the onlyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.