I am in love with my mom – 3

“Harder Mike, harder!” she begged me as I pinched them, pulled on them, and almost cruelly twisted them between my fingers. As I did that, she got hotter, wetter, the squishy sounding juices of her pussy suddenly increasing as she cried out her delirious pleasure. I literally lifted her breasts up and away from her rib-cage, holding them just by her nipples, feeling the weight of each heavy within my hands.

I jiggled them then, still pulling, watching her tit flesh bounce up and down erotically, almost obscenely as she now thrashed about even more wildly, sitting on me, still grinding herself against and upon the impalement of my shaft.

“You like the feel of my hard fucking cock inside you, don’t you mother?” I asked in the lustiest tone of voice I could manage. She moaned, deeply, wantonly upon hearing that.

“Yes!”

“You like the way I’m pulling on your tits, squeezing your nipples, torturing them don’t you?” I asked again, shoving upwards, driving my cock into her with as much force as I could, once again shaking her breasts.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!” She wailed loudly, and then added. “Slap them baby, slap them. Slap my fucking titties!”

I did so, though not too strongly at first, just enough to give a pleasurable sting to her extended taut nipples, feeling the little bud as my hand came across with just enough force to pleasurably tap it as my hand came by.

“Again, harder!” She encouraged me. “Harder Mike, harder!”

I slapped her again, this time connecting even more fully with the fullness of her breast, still feeling her aroused nipple as it bore the brunt of my strike, timing yet another lunge inside her as I did that, crashing the head of my prick against the opening of her womb. The pleasured grunt of a mixed pleasure/pain expelling the air in her lungs.

“Fuck!” She cried out again, “Yes fuck, again…again…again!”

The storm outside had long since passed, but the thunderclaps of my hands against her breasts, the slap of flesh meeting flesh in a furious crescendo of our own violent storm continued to fill the night.

Her scream of pleasure as loud as any crack of lightning, the sudden torrent of rain that poured from her pussy surprising us both, wetting the sheets as I likewise loosed my own brand of warm thick snow inside the garden of her delight. My climax, the rumbling exclamation point to her cunt’s throbbing, slowly reverberating spasms, that like rolling thunder, seemed to continue on in wave after glorious wave.

**

She was still lying comfortably by my side in the morning, the smell of the air fresh now filling the room from the night before. But it was the still intoxicating aroma of her body that woke me, already stirring the desire between my legs once more as I held her.

I reached down, parting the petals of her sex, my finger gingerly, lightly sliding upwards towards her still sleeping clit. She moaned, perhaps still dreaming, though slowly coming awake now as I continued to gently finger my mother’s cunt.

“We need…to talk,” she said though she made no effort to dislodge my hand, my fingers as I now collected her clit between them, pulling on it, though not quite as forcefully as I had her hard nipples. “Later…” she then added, sighing heavily, once again rolling over to straddle me, this time with it being her suggestion.

Now in the fullness of daylight, seeing her magnificent body, her nipples once again stiffening of their own accord, her hand clasping my turgid prick, pointing it at the opening of her sex. She smiled wickedly, guiding it upwards and into herself once more.

We had fucked slowly this time, without the sense of urgency as we’d done the night before. Mom sat astride my shaft, riding me effortlessly, at times caressing her own breasts, far more gingerly, perhaps a bit tender still, though I teased the nip-tips with my own saliva coated fingers bringing them relief.

It was fun, erotic, watching her reaching down between her legs, fingering and toying with her own hard little clit as I slid in and out of her depths, watching her as she frigged herself, moaning softly, far more quietly until climaxing soon after, her shudders almost too soft, her mewls of delight almost a whisper as though fearing to wake up the sun which had not quite as yet appeared fully over the horizon.

Long before I was there myself, she extricated her deliciously soft pussy from my prick, now sliding down on the bed next to me, taking it between her hands, her lips soon surrounding it, tasting the combined sweetness of her recent spending and my own more than abundant lubrications.

I was already close enough as it was, having so recently been inside that sweet slippery wet passage of my mother’s cunt. Feeling her lips gently nipping, sucking, and teasing the head of my super-sensitive prick, I nearly lost it then. She delayed the inevitable, though only briefly, tonguing that sweet spot, the helmet of my prick, now mouthing it, somehow pinching it between her lips, gently chewing it, sucking it,

and then licking it once again. Even that was too much however, and I felt the surge of my spunk suddenly skyrocket up the length of my shaft. Feeling the head of my dick swell, pulsate, she sucked me fully and completely, drawing out each succeeding spurt of my cum into her mouth, down her throat as she fought to keep up, swallowing my nectar as I nearly drowned her in the process.

Gasping, drained, almost delirious, she continued to softly, gently lick me, teasing the tiny eye opening of my penis with her tongue as though attempting to fuck it herself. Even as she did that, slathering more kisses, licks and tickles upon my spent member, she spoke.

“Mike, listen to me. And don’t speak…please baby, just listen. Once you’re well, on your feet again, and out on your own…this,” she paused, struggling with it, the emotions running wild as she half choked before continuing. “We…have to stop,” she then told me, meaning it. “But until then…” she added, now looking up to smile at me, almost imploringly so. “Until that time…”

I didn’t let her finish, I’m not sure she could have anyway. I merely nodded my head in acquiescence of that, for the first time since the accident, now wishing my still somewhat long recovery might even be further delayed.

**

We spent every night together after that making love. Two weeks later, one cast came off my arm entirely, the other recast, but in a much more moveable one that permitted much better use of my arms. I was actually more grateful for that, as the severity of the broken leg still hampered my mobility enough to keep me in bed most of the time, though we did manage to get me up sitting in a chair, or come bath time, making it far easier to do that.