My father walked out. Packing his bags, he looked back at the two of us and smiled, picked his bags up, and left. No explanation at all. The weeks that followed weren't any better. The cops were looking for him, and so were his investors. So, he embezzled millions from the company, had numerous other accounts, got a cheap whore for a girlfriend, and disappeared.

At 61, my father was no prize anymore. His white skin was paling, what hair he had left was leaving, and his body showed that he had given up years ago. All he had was the money, but there was no telling how long that would last.

I didn't want to think about him anymore. My main priority was my mother, the woman who was my rock, my salvation.

In the months that passed after he left, so much had happened. She got an apartment, one I was moving into also. She sold her jewelry and art and the cars. Once the house was sold, the money would be paid back to the company. Then she could start putting things behind her.

I was on sabbatical. I took time off of work, helping her whenever she needed me. I had the money in my account to live on for a while, so I wasn't worried about getting back. Kinsley, my girlfriend of a year, now ex, left me the other day. I should have been upset, but I needed to put my mother first, especially at this time, and if a female couldn't understand that, then bye.

I walked up the stairs and stopped at her door. I could hear her cries, even though she was trying to muffle them. I knocked, not loudly, and when she didn't answer, I opened the door and stepped in. Her room was dark, the blackout curtains keeping the moonlight out. The room was bare, a bed and dresser the only things still in there. All the art and the jewelry from the safe are gone.

I got into her bed, pulling her towards me. She curled into my body, her leg over mine, her arm around my thick waist, her face buried on my chest. Her tears were louder, splashing on me. I rubbed her back, my big hands caressing her through the silk gown she was wearing.

My mother was still beautiful. She was young, 39, aging like fine wine. Her body was perfect, with large breasts, a small waist, and a firm ass. It was hard not to notice her, especially when my male friends talked about her. Her skin was darker, a soft chocolate color. Her eyes, blue as the ocean, and her lips, soft pillows.

Thinking about her, her body, and touching it caused me to get hard. I didn't care, my only worry being her comfort. Plus, I can't lie, I have thought about what she would feel like under me. Squirming as I went deep into her hot pussy with my thick cock. I also knew for a fact I was bigger and thicker than my father.

I kept my hands softly rubbing her, my hand traveling closer and closer to her thick ass. I wanted to not touch her, to just be here for her, but my body had other ideas.

She moved, sliding a bit closed, tighter to my body. Her leg hit my cock, making it jump. She stilled, her hand stopping before she laid it on my chest. I could hear her heartbeat change, missing a beat. But that hand did hit my pecs, laying and then rubbing. I breathed a sigh of relief and used my other hand to lift her chin up.

Our eyes danced between each other, both blue eyes matching. I only hesitated for a second before lifting her body up on top of me and taking her mouth into a powerful kiss. My hands wrapped her forcibly, holding her body so close, her tits mashed along my chest. My tongue forced her lips apart, taking her tongue and sucking it into mine. She tasted of alcohol and peaches, an intoxicating mix.

Her hands held my face, returning the kiss with velocity. My hands traveled down her back, hefting her ass closer to my erection and grinding into her. She tried to break away, to move, but I held her tighter against me. She settled down, leaning back into our kiss.

I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties and through my shorts. Her smell, peaches again, wafted in the air, hitting my nose, drawing me in. I rolled her over, my frame almost a foot bigger than hers. My mouth went to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone, down to the top of her nightie. Her chest was heaving, pushing her tits closer to my mouth.

My tongue darted out, pushing between her valley. She moaned as her head went to the side. I repeated the movement, eyeing her as she swished her head back and forth. I smiled, nipping the top of her supple breasts. I popped one out, her dark areola and nipple begging for my mouth. I sucked it in, my free hand pinching her other one. I teased, licked, and nipped, encircling each one.

My cock was so hard, throbbing with pain from needing to be buried into her. I had to calm it down to do anything, or I wouldn't be able to make it memorable for her. I moved farther down, pulling her legs up and biting her soaked cunt through her panties.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her whole body thrashing. I smiled, pushing my nose into her, inhaling her scent. I released one leg, pushing her panties aside, and licking her hard. Her hands tried to push me away, but my strength was too much for her. I attacked her saturated cunt, my mouth licking, sucking, and even nipping her bud.

"Oh shit, shit, I'm cumming." Her voice rang out, loud and uncaring, as her essence showered my face. I swallowed her, her juices spurring me to continue. I kept going as her body hoisted up, her hands scraping at my head. I added two fingers into her heat, pushing along her spot, as my mouth still assaulted her.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, again." I smiled, my fingers masterfully along with my mouth, bringing her to another explosion. Her juices wetted the bed, dripped down my face, and soaked her. Her body hit the bed with a soft thump, and I got on my knees, locked eyes with her, and licked her juices from my fingers.

She was breathing heavily, her tits out of her gown, bouncing around. It was the best view ever. Her hair was messed up, and at this time I thought she looked the best she has ever looked.

It was time for me now. I pulled her legs around my waist, locking them at the ankles behind me. My cock, already leaking pre-cum, pushed right in, her wetness making it so easy. I went in inch by slow agonizing inch, watching her eyes roll back into her head.

I slapped her clit, making her eyes and her body jump. "Eyes on me. I want you to know whose cock is making you scream. Whose cock is taking you to euphoria?" I ordered as I slid out and back in, slowly. I teased her, taking my time, loving how tight she was around me.

Her eyes stayed open; she struggled with it but forced it anyways. Her mouth opened, her little coos escaping. My mouth opened also, making it easier for me to breathe. We slowly made love, taking our time, watching each other. Her pussy kept spitting out more fluids, making the sounds of our bodies slapping together louder. I loved it. I loved seeing my light-skinned cock disappear into her darker chocolate pussy.

It was everything and more. I thought she would feel good, but not this good. I thought her body would capture mine, and it did. I just didn't think she would be better than I ever had before.

I took her ass in my hands, pulling her closer and higher to me. Spreading her cheeks apart, I pounded into her, hard, deeper. I watched her eyes become hooded, her tongue darting out, licking her lips. Her tits took more of a bounce the harder I took her. It was fucking sexy, and all I could think about was spewing in her hot cave.

"You like this, don't you?" I teased. "You like my big cock tearing your little pussy apart. I can see it on your face." I smirked, feeling my words turning her on. She had never been fucked like this, I am sure of it. Her body was responsive, heating up and getting closer to her climax. I pumped harder, my 8-inch cock taking everything from her.

"Oh," her velvet voice spoke. Her hands grabbed the sheets, curling them up. "Oh my, oh shit." I went harder, feeling her walls clench me. She was close, so my one hand released her ass and went to her clit and slapped it. I kept up a rhythm, slapping her at intervals, bringing her higher and higher.

"FUCK!" Her scream spurred me on, this time punishing her through her orgasm, helping mine at the same time.

"Fuck me harder. Ride my cock." I demanded. My hand stopped slapping her, going back to her ass and pushing her closer and closer to me, our pelvises knocking into each other. I couldn't stop, my cum spurting into her, hot and fast. I groaned and groaned, emptying my balls.

I fell on top of her, my lips finding hers, kissing her with passion. I didn't pull out, not wanting to break the connection we had. She matched my intensity, her hands all over my back.

Surprisingly, my cock stayed partially hard, and the more we kissed and the more we touched, I began to harden. I lay down, my back hitting the bed, pulling her on top of me.

I pushed her up, looked into her eyes, and demanded of her to "Ride my cock." I want to see your pussy taking me." Her head shook, resisting what I wanted. What we both needed. My hands went to her hips, rolling her body over my cock. "Ride it."

This time once my hands moved, her body took control. On my elbows, my eyes watched as my cock was taken by her warmth. I took hold of her gown, ripping it down the middle as her tits bounced. They were big, at least a 36D, and I could envision my cock going in between them. I could picture every way of taking her, fucking her all throughout the house and into our new place.

Her body was taking me to new heights, to places none of the girls I've been with before ever did. "Mine," I told her as my body sat up, my arms wrapping around her body, propelling her to ride me faster. "Tell me that you are mine." I commanded.

"I'm yours," her breathless words said. "All yours." It spurred me on, slamming into my mother's tight pussy, making her orgasm again as I shot my jizz into her again.

I didn't move, my arms squeezing her harder. I pulled her down, leaving her body on mine as we slept.