What had started as a missed flight to London had now become an incestuous hornet's nest of sorts. My encounters with my sister, my dad's new British wife, and now my stepmom, who raised me, all seemed natural enough at the time, but in retrospect, this was textbook Psych 101.
My sister Elaine and I stumbled into our relationship innocently enough via a missed flight to London, but temptation overrode common sense, and we were now repeatedly having guilt-free intercourse, or so we tried to believe. Elaine assured me that she just liked the physicality of our relationship, and she could stop at any time with no worries. She enjoyed fucking without having the emotional baggage associated with her boyfriends. I was happy to comply. Getting laid regularly was not hurting my feelings.
My dad's British wife was a "one-night" stand, even though it occurred in broad daylight. She had essentially attacked me, and who was I to argue with an oversexed MILF blessed with huge breasts, a proper British accent, and a wild sex drive? However, she was safely in London, thousands of miles away, so no worries about that relationship imploding. Not that I would mind plowing that field again. She taught me a thing or two, but a repeat performance was unlikely.
But then there was my stepmother. She was now openly seeking sex with me after what appeared to be a sly seduction on her part. It turns out that she discovered hormones that had lain dormant for years. Once they were unearthed, she became a raging sex machine, constantly planning ways to get me alone. Her domestic home life had been supplanted by a desire to erase years of abstinence. The fact that she was my stepmom didn't seem to be a problem.
With only days to go until I would leave for college, I breathed a little easier. My frazzled nerves sought relief from the worry of things going sideways, even though both my sister and mother seemed fine about all this. Mom didn't know about Julie, Dad's wife, and Elaine didn't know about Mom, or so I thought.
Elaine had recently started a new job, and Mom was temporarily working reduced hours from home as a legal secretary. I was packing and getting ready to leave for several months in another city for school, but I sensed it wouldn't be long before I'd be back in bed and not sleeping.
"Hey, Honey. How's the packing going? Looks like you're all ready to go."
"Oh, fine. I hate doing stuff at the last minute. I think I'll hop in the shower. I'm about done here for now."
"Okay. If you need anything, holler. I'll leave you to it."
I wasted no time and soon was lathering up in the steamy shower when I heard the door open. I looked up to see my mother remove her robe and open the shower door. She stepped in wearing only a smile.
My stepmother was still fit in her forties. My real mother died shortly after I was born, and my dad remarried within a couple of years. My half sister, Elaine, was born almost a year later, so we were effectively raised together since we were toddlers. Mom was short and petite except for her enormous boobs. Over the years, she had become stockier, but her skin remained tight, with few wrinkles or excess fat. Her 5'4" frame with those big breasts moved the smile from her face to mine.
"Do you mind if we conserve water and share. You can wash my back and I'll scrub yours. Maybe even some other parts. Oh, look, you devil. Your penis is getting big and hard again. Should I be flattered, or were you masturbating again? I told you I'd do that for you, Sweetie."
Mom reached down and stroked my cock slowly. "How does this feel?"
In seconds, I was rigid and erect in her small hand.
"Mmmm, your big penis feels so good in my hand, Honey. It makes me want to put it in other places. Lord, I can't believe how big and thick you are, even though it hasn't been that long since I last looked at it. You have spoiled me with that tool of yours. Squirt some of that body wash on your penis, Ron. I want to ensure that you are good and clean. There, like that. God, that is so sexy watching your hard cock getting fatter and stiffer. Do you like the way your mother strokes you? You are making me wet in places the shower can't reach."
She giggled and then knelt in front of me.
"Okay, enough scrubbing for now. Let me rinse this baseball bat off. I don't like the taste of soap, but I do like the taste of you."
She eyed me and then wrapped her lips around the fat head of my cock. She took in as much of me as possible, licking and sucking like a porn star as she stroked me. She paused periodically to provide commentary. She got a gleam in her eye when she talked dirty to me.
"Gee, you make my jaw hurt with this fat club of yours. God, you are so thick I have to stretch my lips just to get you in my mouth. Do you like the way your mother sucks your big prick? Hmmmm? I bet you never imagined this day, did you? This makes showers much more fun and interesting. Elaine won't be home for at least an hour, but go ahead and cum in my mouth any time you feel you are ready. Don't hold back. I want to taste you, and then I'm going to fuck you. This way, you can empty your balls so you can last longer inside me. I need a good fucking to remember you when you are off at college."
She continued in this manner for several minutes, sucking, licking, and occasionally choking. Her pale-blue eyes watered with her efforts. She playfully chewed softly on the knob and rubbed it over her face and nipples when she needed to catch her breath.
I tried to stave off my orgasm, but some things are impossible. I looked down and watched as my mother's cheeks hollowed and she stretched her full lips around my knob for several minutes. As I got closer to the inevitable explosion, she intensified her efforts. I struggled to keep from cumming, but then with one hand, she reached around me and worked a soapy finger between my cheeks and into my ass.
It was too much.
I shot off like a cannon, cum leaking out of my mother's lips still sealed around my cock, stalactites of jism dripping onto her breasts. It was several seconds before she finally loosened her grip on me with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my glans and her lips as she swallowed what she could and let the rest drip into her open palm before eating it as well.
"See, hardly any was wasted down the drain. You put it to good use, Sweetheart. Now, let's rinse off a bit and then see if we can find an empty bed. I bet I can get you hard again. We'll cuddle for a bit, and then I'm gonna see how much of this snake I can take. Your old mother is horny as hell, but you probably already figured that out."
Both of us rinsed off, mom paying attention to the remnants of my seed on her face, and after toweling and applying lotion and a quick inspection in the mirror, we were soon on her king-sized bed. Even though I had been drained only moments before, the sight of my mother's naked form lying there with a welcoming smile on her pretty face and her legs spread invitingly, my flaccid cock began to show signs of life.
I stared at my mother's pussy, framed with a narrow patch of recently trimmed blonde hair. I crawled up between her thighs and dove in, face-first. I kissed her lips, her breasts, and then worked slowly down to her groin. I parted her labia with both hands and did what came naturally.
"Oh, Honey. You don't have to do that, but I won't argue if you do. At my age, getting hugs is about all I ever expect. But this is beyond my wildest dreams. Oh, yes. Your tongue feels so wonderful down there, Honey. Lord, you are making me so wet."
As I explored my mother's pussy with my tongue and lips, I reached up and fondled her huge breasts, occasionally scooting up to kiss and suck on her large nipples. Soon, my face was glistening with my mother's juices. Her descriptive commentary soon gave way to moaning, and she gripped my head in her hands and pressed me to her groin.
"Here, Ron. Could you slide this pillow under my hips? There, much better. Oh, yes, Honey. You are driving me wild. No one has done this to me in ages."
Her face said it all. My mother was in ecstasy.
"Ron, Honey. You have a wonderful tongue. Oh, my! And you aren't afraid to explore with it, are you?"
Her legs were spread wide and her knees high with the pillow under her hips, giving me free access to the area between her thighs. I inhaled her fragrant perfume, a blend of recently applied lotion and her natural feminine scent. She writhed and moaned incoherently at times, whispering aloud my name and terms of endearment.
At one point, I paused and slid up to kiss her lips. She pressed her mouth to my ear.
"Oh, Honey. As much as I love this, I want you to fuck me now. Put your big cock in your mother's pussy, Ron, and fuck me. Tenderly at first. Nice and slow. You need to be gentle to start. Let me get used to that weapon of yours."
She reached down, grabbed my cock, and after stroking it a few times to ensure that it was hard, aimed the bulbous head at her glistening portal. We both watched as my cock speared her labia apart and gained an inch of penetration. I slowly moved my hips, and after brief resistance, my cock slipped inside until I was halfway buried. She put her lips next to my ear and lightly licked me there.
"And there you are. Inside your mother once again." She hoarsely whispered as if someone other than me might be listening to her dirty thoughts. "Nice and slow now, Sweetheart. I love it like this with a pillow under me. You can really bury it this way, can't you? And I can watch as you slide in and out. God, that is so sexy. Look how I cling to you. Kiss me, Honey. I love to kiss you as you fuck me."
Our tongues danced as one, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine. I was lost in time. I was fucking a voluptuous, beautiful, middle-aged woman with a killer body. The fact that she was my mother was inconsequential at that moment. Her tiny frame belied her flexibility and softness. I pushed myself up to kiss her large nipples and craned my head to watch as our bodies worked in unison. We were fucking as one. Mother and son.
"I love you, Mom. Tell me what to do."
"Just do what you are doing, Honey. Keep fucking me with nice, slow, long strokes. Yours is the biggest cock I've ever had by far, Sweetie, and I love it. Just be careful. I'm not fragile, but I am a little thing. I prefer unhurried, sensual fucking, just the way you are doing it. You'll be leaving soon, and I want to remember this for a long time."
We fucked in different positions, Mom instructing me from time to time, always encouraging me and complimenting what a wonderful lover I was. If I had ever questioned my prowess in bed, she erased any insecurities I may have harbored.
I fucked her from behind for a lengthy period of time, marveling at her fleshy ass that responded to my thrusts with gentle waves like the motion of water along a shoreline. I reached under her to pull on her nipples and massage her clit with my fingers. She pressed her face to the bed and raised her ass, giving me a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of her glistening channel. Brazenly, I slipped a finger into her asshole, and she squirmed at the brief invasion.
"Oh, Honey. Careful there. Just your finger. You're too big for me there. Can you feel your penis sliding inside me with your finger there? I think I can cum soon."
She wriggled her ass playfully, and I removed my finger and pretended to insert my cock in its place. The knob flattened against her little pink hole, but looked impossibly big to fit inside. Just the thought of my cock in my mom's ass excited me.
"No way, Buster! That ain't happening! But let's do some Mormon fucking. You know, the old faithful missionary position. I'm close to a climax, and I want to watch your face at the same time. If you can cum with me, go ahead. You've been holding back, I know. You can pound me harder if you want. You young men like to jackhammer a nice, wet pussy. Go ahead and fuck me harder if you'd like."
We rolled over, and I shoved my cock in a bit more forcefully than usual. It entered her easily now that she was stretched out. I built up my tempo until we were sweating and bucking like two animals in heat. Our fucking gradually became a frenzy as I gripped her ass with both hands and really started hammering her. I could feel that familiar wave of pleasure building in my brain, and I knew it wouldn't last long at this rate. Mom was encouraging me with vivid descriptions and moaning loudly.
"Oh, yes, Ron. Fuck my pussy. You are so hard. My cunt is about to explode. You feel so good, Sweetie. Can you cum again? I want to feel your hot sperm coating my cunt. Give it to me, Ron. Fuck your mother. like you mean it."
The sounds of our fucking filled the room.
If her words didn't put me over the top, the sight of my mother's face with a look of complete rapture did. She gripped her wildly bouncing breasts with both hands to quiet them. Then, all of a sudden, she let go and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her. I felt her arms grip me like twin vises, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her entire body tightened and twitched. I pushed my hips forward, buried my length into her, and held it there. She responded with a series of jerks and moans, writhing like a wounded snake.
She stuffed a corner of the bedspread into her mouth to muffle a scream as my balls emptied into her sopping pussy. I felt an explosion of liquid as my mother began squirting a huge volume of pussy juice all over my cock and eventually onto the sheets, soaking them and us. We were both covered with a mixture of sperm and sex juice. I had heard of women squirting like that, but never experienced it until then.
"That's it. Fill me with your sweet nectar, Baby. Please give it to me. Jesus, I haven't had an orgasm like that in years. You make me feel wonderful. Oh, my God. You are still cumming, aren't you? Yes, get it all out."
As the last drops shot into her waiting vessel, I kissed her face and her breasts, and then, suddenly, she froze with a look of horror on her face.
"Mom! What is it? Are you okay?"
She was staring over my shoulder. I rolled over far enough to see what the problem was. There stood Elaine. Her hand covered her mouth, and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. But what she did see was her brother with his cock buried in our mother as the two of us lay in a creamy puddle of sex. My shiny cock softened immediately and slipped out of my mother and onto her thigh. It lay there like a flaccid, fleshy eel covered in our milky goo.
"Oh, shit," I thought. "What now?"
