The Sno' Ball Effect

I looked out my window and made sure the car was out of the driveway and down the road. Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom to piss, and do a once over with a washcloth to clean up. Then naked as a jay-bird, I snuck into my parent's bedroom, and in their bed, under the covers with mom. She had a shortie nightgown on. However, I could tell as I snuggled up to her fanny, no panties. I was wearing only my morning woodie, and it pressed into her bottom along the soft split. She didn't stir yet. I began to nudge my hard-on into her tush. It made slight sawing motions, and felt great, but I was after the other side of the erotic hips I was humping.

"Huh . . .Honey?" Mom was unsure who was bumping his manhood on her rear.

"It's me mom, they've gone for the day."

"Don't fuck me, Baby!" I told you we can't do that. I know you want to, so do I, but we wouldn't want to hurt your father, would we? We can play today, but no intercourse, you understand? I mean it!"

She sounded scared that I would take advantage of her. Even though I hoped to push the envelope of our sexual adventures, I wasn't about to do anything she didn't want to do. On the other hand, if she seduced me, or changed her mind, or perhaps couldn't help herself, and I lost my 'will-power' to resist her charms . . . well things can happen unintentionally. At least I was there with her, we were naked, flesh to flesh, and our privacy was not going to be interrupted. I had the foresight to take the phone off the hook. My cell was in my room. If nobody called mom early, we had some time to get really cozy. The way things had been escalating, anything might happen! But I needed to reassure her of my 'honorable intentions' which I truly believed were well-meaning, at that point.

"It's okay mom. I just thought we could take the opportunity to cuddle without having to worry about falling out of my narrow bed."

"Okay, but you mustn't try to get into my pants."

"You're not wearing any."

"'Then, that won't be an issue will it?"

"Will you promise the same?" I was willing to go along with the crazy logic mom was spinning.

"Of course!" She said with the tone of utter innocence and the barest hint of a giggle. She was trying hard to suppress a smirk. She turned over to face me and my boner poked her bush. Her nipples were hard and crinkled. I bet she was wet too.

"If I can't have your scanties down, can I get that baby-doll top up?"

"Help yourself!" I did and the silk and lace lifted, and then drifted off the side, as I drew it from her beautiful body. "You don't have anything for me to steal from you! No fair!"

"Mmnh . .how about I let you take . . (think quick!) . . my . ."

"Your . .?"

"My, kisses, I have plenty to spare." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight.

"Then they must not be worth much." Mom encircled me with her arms, as well. She raised a leg and hung it over my hip. My peter was now prodding her pussy. This game was getting dangerous if we were trying to keep to the rule of 'no-balling'. In fact, the rounds of touching had picked up the pace!

I replied, "OH! They are the most valuable kisses in the world!"

"How so?" She made little movements with her abdomen to graze the helmet along the slick channel of her vulva. Did she realize? Was she talking the talk, but not walking the walk of having sex? I was being driven mad with fuck-lust, with her intricate entangling of our limbs and loins.

I said as calmly as I could, under the conditions, "See for yourself how sweet and loving they are, and they are only meant for you, the woman I love and adore."

"Let me taste them. I liked what I sipped the other evening. Your semen is sweet."

I rolled on top of her. Her legs spread and I was between her thighs, my cock was centered in the cup of her cunt. It was swimming in the grease of her lubrication. Jeez! Was this it, were we about to have sex, after she had said no, and I had promised to be faithful to that? Were we about to cheat on my father and fuck? We continue to kiss, and we Frenched, and our genitalia continued to mingle and muddle. All it would take was a small thrust of my dick, or a tilt of her pelvis, or even just a hint of both at the same time, and my bulb would be engulfed in the cavity of her womanhood. If that happened, I would not be able to stop the inevitable. Did she realize that??!!

Mom hugged me even closer, my chest squashed her breasts. Her face was aside mine and her panting was soft in my ear. I could smell her perfume from yesterday that lingered on her shoulders. She put her hands on my hips and clutched them but did not pull. My legs were stiff making sure that I did not sink into her pussy, as much as I desperately wanted to. My toes dug into the mattress, my knees pressed her thighs which were widening. Any second I would give way, my arms trembled trying to steady myself. Then my mother, breathed, almost inaudibly, "Don't move a muscle! Especially, that big one you have knocking at my pussy's entrance. I need to tell you something very important!"

What a time to play a game of 'mother may I?'! She continued in the same controlled mild but wild whisper, "I can't refuse you. I can't help myself, I want you in me. It's okay, you can fuck mommy now, I need it too bad, soo much, I can't say no. I won't regret it. Just FUCK ME NOW! BABY! . . . OH! GOD!" Her last two words - were as I, with ever so gradual increments, pushed into her vagina. The hot tissue had almost no resistance, the head of my penis sliced into the pulpy mass, and then I felt her muscles grip me and grasp my shaft as it advanced deeper, almost half in. I wanted this to last; there would be only one time I would be making this first plunge. Many more would certainly follow in the minutes and days ahead but this was the preeminent penetration.

Then it was all the way in, I was smack up to my balls in my mother's channel. I held it there for long moments. I thought I might even be touching the opening of her womb, some rubbery bumps down in her depths. But I couldn't hold it for very long and the urge to stroke overcame the keening critical necessity for my sex being surrounded by my mother's body. The son had come home, the mother welcomed his return. And again I socked it in the vital hole of her love, withdrew and pushed, pulled back and drove inward, backed out and plowed up once more; to and fro I rammed and raised my hips to take my meat out of her heat. But I had to poke into heaven again, and the cycle kept repeating, the instrument of my passion was put to her place of hunger, the insane incestuous intensity was increasing as our fucking climbed by leaps and bounds to heights of magnitude I could have never imagined.

We were a run-away train, a roaring whirlwind of lust swirling and sweeping all thought away, only rapture was left in the wake of our destruction of consciousness. Just ecstasy remained in our brains, as a burning of the exquisite physical sensation of pure pleasure, concentrated to a point of light, which flashed ever rapidly. Then the pulsar finally went supernova, with our cumming together. Mother screamed so loud I had ringing in my ears for a while. I shouted at the top of my lungs as I blasted in her. She froze in the thrust of her paroxysm of climaxing. I flooded her chamber with my pent up lava of sperm. She washed out the chasm of her cunny with a spume of froth. Our orgasms went on and on, in a suspension of time and space.

She called, "Yes! Yes! Baby! Let me have all your hot jism. Give me your sweet seed, my son, make mommy cum NOWWW!!"

I answered my lover, "Uhuh, mom here it is! I'm cumming in you, NOW! God! I feel your cunt clamping on my cock, I have to let it all flow into you, my sperm in your womb. I LOVE YOU! MOM! I LOVE FUCKING YOU MOMMY!!"

"Oh yes! I love you too, Baby, My sweet boy, made mommy cum so good! It had to be, we couldn't help ourselves. Two horny people, and now we have given each other what we both needed for so long. Maybe we were bad, but it was soo good!"

After a few minutes went by, and I was able to get my wind back, I spoke with a great love in my heart for the woman under me, and with a huge lump of lust beginning to revive my rod. "Mom, I guess the 'no balling' rule snowballed out of our control. But, I think we are both happy about that. So, do you want to build a snowman, since we made such a grand start?"

Mom hunched her hips to my recovering stiff staff. 'Yeah, Kiddo, it's going to be a real white Christmas inside and out!"

I saw she was right, outside the window it was snowing; and in her bed, we were reconnecting once more in the incestuous copulation that had become our favorite dance. The sno' ball effect was rolling again!