I am in love with my mom – 3

“I am in love with my mom” Part-3 Continues…..

I smiled as mom snuggled into bed next to me. Back then, I had very often failed at trying to keep my dick from stiffening, just as I was doing now. The difference being of course, I had no intention of trying to hide my sudden arousal. Being cast the way I was, it was virtually impossible for me to lay any other way but on my back. With mom lying beside me, cradling me as she was, the obvious ‘tent’ being put up between my legs soon became readily apparent. Looking down at myself, I could certainly see it,

and though I couldn’t see her eyes unless I were to lift up and turn my head, I knew damn well that if she looked in that direction, she’d be able to easily see it too.

Just then another much louder clap of lightning shook the house, a millisecond of spacing between it and the explosion of light that lit up the room.

“Wow! That was a close one!” I said unnecessarily, but it gave legitimacy to the worry and concern I could feel from her as shuddered in fear, still pretending to embrace me in comfort against the storm, though it was her holding me that was in fact bringing her comfort.

I’d been lying there waiting patiently before making my next move. Feeling her shudder worriedly next to me, I knew then it was now or never. “Mom, roll over on top of me,” I told her, taking her by surprise, confusing her at first. But I moved, the limited movement I actually had, using my one good arm that at least had more mobility than the other one did, to reach over across myself, taking her arm into mine and literally tugging on her. As I’d hoped, she came with the simple motion, doing as I’d asked, though she spoke even as she did that.

“Mike, I’m not so sure this is a very good idea,” she said. Fate and whatever else was with me however as a second, an even more violent clap of thunder and simultaneous lightning filled the room. I felt her bury her head against my neck and shoulder, her body fully lying atop me now, the press of her bare breasts even through her lightweight nightgown clearly evident as they mashed themselves against my chest.

But even better than that, I felt the press of my hard stiff erection directly against her soft mound, only the thinnest of material separating us now as I actually moved against her letting her feel and realize the obvious contact. Once again she whispered, though doing so against my neck, her breath warm, soft as she spoke my name. “Mike…”

“Shhh,” I responded back, my one semi good arm coming up and around to caress my own mothers tight firm ass through the gown, hunching it up as I did so, the contact now flesh against flesh, direct. The soothing strokes of my caress silencing any further objections she might have had. I knew I had her when she moaned pleasurably.

“Oh god, Mike!” she now mewed, once again shivering, but this time not from fear or worry from the storm as it slowly began moving away off into the distance. When I pressed my stiff hard prick against her this time, I felt her press back, grinding herself down against me.

I timed my movement, as she lifted, and as I shoved myself downwards against the mattress, suddenly yanking on, and lifting up the few inches of cloth still sandwiched between us. As I shoved up, this time, it was the pure sweet contact of flesh upon flesh we both felt. “Oh Mike!” she moaned once again, her sweet sounding voice telling me in an instant of her desire, no longer disguised as her pussy, gathered the length of my shaft, kissing it, not quite yet inserting it, though she slid upwards the entire length of it as she did that.

“You’re so fucking wet!” I moaned stating the obvious, though using the erotic vulgarity to express my own intensified arousal and need of her. Once again she moaned, pressing even more firmly against me, once again sliding the length of that precisely sweet slit of hers ever so slowly up, and then down the entire length of me.

I don’t know if she expected what happened next. I’m not sure that even I had planned for it to happen quite the way that it did, but the moment was too good…too perfect to pass up. She had slipped up just enough that when coming back down, I angled myself perfectly, the intent not lost on her though she tried in that same second to reposition herself, her thrust,

her redirection of movement, but it was already too late. With my hand still holding onto her ass, I gripped her, holding her in place, felt the head of my prick knock at the door of her sex, and then entered her in one single upward thrust, impaling her fully.

“Oh fuck Mike! No!” She cried out, though I smiled inwardly as she made no effort to dislodge me, holding still as I slid deeply and fully inside her. I held her against me like that, my hand once again soothing and caressing her ass, slowly feeling her coming around, the pulsating gyrations of her pussy, her hips now beginning to circulate against me as we began to finally and so sensually fuck one another.

I speared her again, and again, over and over. My cock thrusting deeply, in and out of that velvety hot sheath as she rode back against me, gripping and squeezing my shaft with her cunt. She finally sat up, her hands reaching down, grabbing the bottom of her shift. I watched mildly surprised as she yanked it up and over her head, tossing it away. Her bare breasts now fully revealed to me, her hard extended nipples lustfully calling out as I reached up, even with my less than mobile arm, taking each one between my fingers and gently rolling them, hard fat little thimbles of pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, her eyes closing, her hands coming down to grip my thighs as she now forcefully ground herself upon my shaft which filled her completely, fully. I could feel my balls actually caressing her legs between her thighs, the tip of my prick deep enough to pound against her cervix as she straddled me, still grinding away, moaning out pleasurably over and over.

I was about to learn something new about my mother that I didn’t know until now. Her breasts, particularly her nipples were extremely sensitive, and almost seemed to have a direct link to her clit, like a thrown switch as I lay there playing with them.

I am in love with my mom – 3 will continue on the next page