I Remember Mother

I climbed forward toward the woman waiting me, the wanton, wicked, carnal candle of my loins leading the way. Mom slid down her head on the white pillow, her knees at wide angle, her amorous arms enveloping me as I settled into the soft haven of coming home to mommy. My hips rested on her thighs, and the twin peaks of her teats molded against my body. My arms embraced her sides, elbows supporting my torso, so that I seem to float on top of her. My penis push onto her pubic hair, ball hanging along the labia. We kissed, softly gently, with tongues tasting, but not engaged in serious maneuvers. We murmured "I love you"s and "this feels good" and "Yes, it's okay" to each other. We held that pose for some time, just enjoying the moment.

Then mom's hips began to make little rocking motions. I caught the signal to a more active stage of this session and started to make slight plowing pushes with my peter. The fur of mother's pussy was crinkly and crispy as I mowed through it. With our combined action the erection sawed high and dropped low and soon enough the hotdogs was getting close to the source of the sex sauce that made it glide along the ruddy path. I could tell when the tip passed the clitoris as mom gave a shiver and moan. I could feel the heat of our engorged genitals as they slide back and forth. I knew that this was at last my fantasy cum true.

I lifted a bit so that I could look between us. Mother looked too, panting now and making tiny whines as we approached the moment of destiny. The sight of my cock in contact with her cunt was mind-blowing, what an awesome trip to view the vagina I had been born from about to take in the member of the child it had birthed. A cosmic circle of karma and the celestial mingling of the ying and yang. I pulled back just a bit then bowed my back to thrust ever so tenderly on route to the holy grail of love. The head slithered along the labia missing the soft center. I repeated and was rewarded with the parting of petals and the enfolding of flesh; the temperature of the interior was incredibly heated. I held myself perfectly still and looked straight in to my mother's eyes.

She knew the question, I knew the answer but needed her to make it plain and unequivocal that I had the green light to fuck her. Mom mouthed the words, "Do it". I inched forward the head now enclosed by her pussy. She whispered, "I want you, do it to mommy . . . "I gave her another inch and froze, afraid I might blow right then. Mom moved her hands down to grip my bottom and pulled me closed as she spread her legs as wide as possible. I felt my dick sliding deeper into her place of pleasure. I could not wait then to make her mine, I jammed the joint of man meat as far as it would go. I was all the way in! We were complete!

I savored the moment but had to begin to stoke. Mom cried, "Yes David! DO IT!! Fuck mommy! Give it all to me! God I've want your cock up me for so long, at last we are one baby, my baby in me all the way!! That made me go for the goal. I got more and more furious, pounding in her for all I was worth. Her hips were cranking at the same time. Like a pogo stick meeting a trampoline we bounced on the bed, the springs creaking and the headboard knocking at the wall and the mat shaking up and down. Our calls were groans and grunts of involuntary vocal expressions of ecstasy. I held mom for dear life to keep us together while the physics of fucking were forcing us to fly apart.

Our breathing was ragged and the sweat poured of us like rain. My shaft was an oak handle plunging in a boiling caldron. I could feel the bumps of her womb all the way deep inside. My rod seemed to be banging them open, spreading the aperture for the flood soon to flow. Mother went into the preliminary stages that I recognized as her impending orgasm. I was very close myself; I encouraged her wanting us to mutually peak at the same instant. "Yeah! Mom, cum with me. I'm going to squirt all my cream in your cunt and make you gush out of your pussy like a river!" She began to shake all over and I could feel the spasms in her vagina squeezing my penis. I felt my own throbbing commence and the jism rise and spout as I pressed as hard as I could into my mother's hole with my dick and shot gob after hot gob in her. Her juice frothed over my testicles as we both climaxed and collapsed in a heap, heaving for air.

The intensity to having my first fuck and with my mother at that while we both stoned to the gills was such that I never deflated. I was as raring to go in my privates and when we began - more so. When we had caught our breath, I manhandled my mom in a most gentle fashion to get up on her knees and I got behind he to do it 'doggie' style. She said' OH! Yeah! More! Do momma again!" I looked at the divine work of art that was my mother's ass and steered my rigid dong to the ruddy gash, a gapping red target that I had moments ago filled with my incestuous seed. I advanced and met no resistance; indeed mom thrust back and angled her hips to give me perfect penetration. I resumed screwing my honey of a lover, to our joint pleasure and mutual delight.

The awesome pleasure renewed as my pole plugged into the hot socket of the female before me on all fours. Her hair hung down off her shoulders getting stringy from the perspiration that coated us both in a shiny sheen of slickness. The sweat was an excellent grease to allow our bodies to slide in the hunching motion of my loins against her beautiful backside. My drilling was like the piston and rod of an engine, that forward and back - up and down motion. A well-oiled fucking machine we were.

It seemed like a long time had passed in that position, so good was the screwing, that I was lost in the concentration of how exquisite it felt. My balls were in flight, then squeezed into the split of her buttocks, they started to glow with my next wad gathering to blast out. Mom was making hoarse sounds and bending low at the front to give me deepest access to her ass. I could now feel the socket of mom's womb far within her tunnel, the nubby aperture that my plum cock head bumped with each smacking stroke.

Knowing that I was about to blow my load of seed at the very place I was created was a high that made my head seem to swell and my prick balloon. Mother gasp at the heat that radiated from the engorged mass of meat invading her guts. Then she screamed into the pillow and palatable waves of contractions rippled through her vagina. This triggered my own set of ball jumping - pick pounding - jism gushing throbs and shutters. White fluid flowed from her slit even as it still grasped my shrinking dick. In raged gasps mother muttered, "I love you, soo muuchh!" and collapsed beneath me.

I rolled to my right to avoid my weight being on her and preventing her from drawing needed air. I lay by her on the soaked sheets, panting as I responded, "God, Mom, I love you too! I love you, I love you. . I love you - - - I - love - your - body!! I love to make love to you!"

She laughed, and came back with, "I think that I could tell that! You proved your point beyond all doubt!" We stretched out then and caressed each other and expressed ourselves with sweet little kisses until we fell asleep. Tomorrow morning she had to catch her plane.

PART 7

With the daylight streaming in the window, I awoke to the gorgeous sight of my mother's naked body next to mine. A window opened when we had come in last evening gave a soft gentle breeze that felt very sensual. I reached over and stoked mom's back, from the nape of her neck to the curve of her bottom. She turned her head to look at me and smile but stayed on her tummy for the moment allowing me to pet her. Eventually, my petting paw could not resist the temptation the wander between her cheeks and seek the place I had so thoroughly delved in last night.

My lover, my mother, my fantasy cum true, grinned and opened her thighs for my creeping caresses. But soon, even as the dampness there turned slippery and juicy, mom put an arm out and pushed me gently onto my back. She arose on her hands and knees and her mouth made for my man-muscle that was already rearing up semi-erect. With her lips and tongue in action, it reached full height in no time. When it was ripe and ready roused, she swung a leg over my torso and bent at the waist.

Reaching between her limbs and grasping the mast of my maleness with practiced patience mom placed it at the porthole of her femininity. She did not jam it up suddenly, but sank slowly so the shaft settled into the soft seat of her sex. She rose and sank to ease the oar of lust into the wetness, and when at last my cock was coated with her lotion; mom began that motion which rocked me in her cradle of love. She bent forward and the swaying of her hip made her breasts sweep across my chest, from ribs to collarbone. Meanwhile my boner was gripped and stroked like the best hand-job ever conceived.

The velvety texture of mom's mams across my skin was a sensation new and delightful. The motion that milked my man-muscle was grand and grinding against my refilled rocks. From nuts to nipples, I gave into the sensation and just lay under my mother, who worked her hips in every which way as she pleasured herself atop her boy-toy son. Then I put my hands to her teats and gave gentle squeezes to those melons of mommy. The nipples extended a full half an inch and I drew each one down in turn to suck on those delicious globes. Soon though I placed my paws on her buns and began to raise my middle in a thrust of lust to lock us together for the cumming explosion.

Mom began to ride her pony hard, the pommel of the saddle extended right inside her and was knocking at the gates of paradise, the womb of the woman I loved most dearly. I could feel the balls boil over and hugged her to me; the breasts mashed against my ribs as I reversed jackhammered her from below. Mom was with me in her climax and she let out a long wail that must have startled the maid in the hall. My own grunts were animal sounds from a barnyard; indeed, it was a cross between pig-squeal and a horse's whinny. Funny if it wasn't the moment that I was once more flooding my mother's cunt with my sinful seed of semen.

We held that pose for many minutes, both winded and too happy to let the moment pass and let go of one another; knowing what was next - the start of our parting. Finally, mom slid to the side and off me and off the bed. She climbed to her feet and said, "We need to get cleaned up." I stood up and looked at my mother, lover, naked goddess before me. She gazed at me for long minutes. We were both silent.

Then, she picked up the phone and dialed my dad. "Darling . . ." she crooned in to the handset, "I still have a couple things I want to do with our 'big man on campus' will you change my reservations to tomorrow evening? . . . . . Thanks, Honey, . . . . . Yes, we've had a great time down here; he's shown me some historical sights and I got to see the campus and meet a few of his friends . . . . . . . Well I love you too, but I won't get to see my boy until Christmas, so I going to make the most of my visit . . . . . Okay! See you soon!

She put down the phone and grabbed my cock. "Come on, 'BIG man on campus'", and I was growing a large stiffy realizing that we would have another day to make it with each other. "I want to do it in the shower with you." And after that who knows what might happen! Do you think we might score some more grass for tonight?" She led me into the bathroom by pulling on my penis; she didn't have to tug hard, I was happy to follow.

"We have to get in what we can while I'm here," Mom said in a conspiratorial voice as we entered the shower, "Christmas is months off and already I can't wait 'til you come home and cum in mommy's cunt. Won't that be a real nice home cumming?!" Then we French kissed and hugged our naked bodies together.

I remember mother, her beautiful face, her sexy body, her warm voice, her hot desire for steamy sex, her happy sharing a joint, her laugh; I remember mother. She was the spirit of love, lust, and incest; cum what may. And now, you shall never forget that wonderful and wanton woman either.