The mother satisfied her son's boundless desires.

His mother, having satisfied her son's boundless desires,
let Tim, still half-asleep, roll out of bed, take a shower, and get dressed to go to school. The entire week of exams and the non-stop parties over the weekend had left him exhausted. This week should be a bit easier, he thought; all he had to do was show up and prepare for graduation. Still squinting, he stumbled into the kitchen.

His father was at the table reading the newspaper, and his mother stood by the sink, looking at several plates, preparing to put them in the dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her, leaning forward to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet above her head. Tim opened the cabinet door with one hand and raised his other hand to reach for the cereal. This caused his already swaying body to completely lose his balance and fall towards his mother.

Jill? Morgan is a manager at a large manufacturing company. At 47, she still has the graceful figure of a woman in her 20s, and, as usual, she's wearing her business skirt suit and white blouse.

Her coat was draped on a nearby chair. Under the short skirt, she wore a small pair of nylon stockings and sexy pantyhose, which tightly wrapped her two buttocks together. When Tim fell towards her, his cock, which was tall due to his morning erection, was right in the middle of the crack formed by her two buttocks. However, this was a big deal for both of them. They were both acutely aware of the sexual undertones of their contact.

"Tim!"

He struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. For a brief moment, his semi-erect penis rubbed against her firm buttocks. During this process, his penis grew harder and harder until it was as stiff as a steel pipe.

"Sorry, Mom, I just wanted to sneak in to get some cereal." He braced himself for a scolding.

"I sensed you were trying to sneak in, but I didn't know where you went. Next time, remember to aim carefully." She turned slightly to the side, and he saw the smile on her lips.

He was somewhat surprised by her answer, glancing at his father to see if he had noticed their conversation, but he remained engrossed in his newspaper as usual.

"I will next time," he said. Now, he really didn't understand why he had said such a stupid thing, he thought. It was making things worse. But she didn't respond again, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He quickly finished his breakfast and ran out to school.

Throughout the conversation, Gil had continued thrusting into the plate, but the feeling of her son's large penis pressing against her buttocks hadn't gone away. It had been quite a while since a large, erect penis had been pressing against her buttocks. Her husband, Thomas, had limited his sexual activity to the traditional missionary position every two weeks for almost several years. She was a lawyer, her mind solely focused on his case. In fact, he was against anything that appeared sexy. Meanwhile, Gil, a natural sex symbol, was increasingly frustrated with her sex life. She was slightly surprised and a little guilty about the lewd thoughts that crossed her mind when her son rubbed against her buttocks. For a moment, she wished he would be on top of her for at least an hour.

Tim had never considered his mother a sexual object. Well, at most, he'd glance at her underwear and bras in the laundry basket. His mother's 36C bra size gave him a reference point for judging the breast size of the female classmates at school, and the perfume scent emanating from her worn underwear was enough to make him masturbate at least twice. Although he had never sexually associated her firm, perky buttocks, now his mind was completely blank.

At the end of the day, he walked home, but couldn't remember anything that had happened during the day. The day at school was like a blank. His mother's round, firm buttocks occupied his mind and penis. Every time he recalled that scene by the pool, his penis became as hard as a telephone pole.

Despite having masturbated until he was numb the night before, Tim still didn't have the guts to go for it again the next morning. His father had eagle eyes; if he discovered Tim's intentions, he'd kill him. However, Tim was sitting at the table, his position directly facing that alluring, pert buttocks. Gil's movements as she wiped the dishes made her buttocks sway back and forth, like a little red flag waving at Tim. Before long, he regretted not going to get the cereal box as usual that morning. He vowed that tomorrow morning he would place his huge cock between those swaying buttocks.

Gil soon noticed that Tim had been very careful that morning, not pressing himself against her to reach for his cereal box.

She felt a tiny bit disappointed.

"Good heavens, Gil," she said to herself, "What kind of thinking is this? You're upset because your own son didn't put his dick between your buttocks?" Just moments before, she had been thinking about Tim's exposed cock sandwiched between her bare buttocks. She quickly shook off the thought, said goodbye, and rushed out of the room, letting the drive to work occupy her chaotic thoughts.

Wednesday morning was a bright, sunny day. Tim got out of bed as soon as the alarm rang. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his hard cock from tearing holes in the door, towel, and underwear. In the last minute, he pulled down his underwear. He wanted to feel his mother's firm buttocks, but the underwear was still an extra layer of obstruction. He didn't want to change his usual routine too much, otherwise his parents would become suspicious. Besides, if he went downstairs too early, his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing her chores yet. Just as his mother finished rinsing the first cup, he entered the kitchen. As he walked towards the sink, he carefully watched his father. He was confident that his father's newspaper was blocking his view, and he wouldn't see what was about to happen unless his mother attracted attention. This time, Tim aimed perfectly behind Gilly before moving closer. His aim was flawless. His erect penis was positioned precisely between his mother's round, pert buttocks. His weight pulled him deeper into the crevice, and he rose on his tiptoes. The movement resembled manipulation, and for a moment he struck an ancient rhythm against his mother's buttocks.

This blatant contact made Gilly gasp; her mind was recording the size and hardness of his penis.

She was completely speechless and could only stand motionless until he took out his cereal and slowly ended this obviously sensual thrust. Before she could regain her composure, he had already gone to the table and poured the cereal into a bowl. As he poured the milk, she turned to look at him. The sight of milk being poured into the cereal rings suddenly seemed so suggestive that she couldn't say anything more.

"Did you find everything you wanted?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom, I found it all."

"Good, I'm pretty sure you found what you wanted." They were both shocked by her words. She didn't understand why she would say something that tacitly approved of his actions. On the other hand, Tim couldn't believe that she hadn't given him a good scolding for his behavior, but instead implied that she understood what he was trying to do and didn't want to stop him.

School was even harder than Monday. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, ran to the bathroom, and started masturbating against the wall until he ejaculated twice. This made him feel a little better, though his penis only softened slightly. He wondered how his mother would treat him that evening.

Gil had fifteen minutes before she had to leave, after Tim went to school and her husband went to work. She felt like she was in a fog. She found it hard to accept the fact that her son had taken advantage of her. She had little doubt that Monday morning was an accident, but what happened today was what it was, and it couldn't be anything else.

Tim had planned to press his hard penis against her buttocks, even pushing upwards after the initial contact, making his actions more sexually suggestive. Her first reaction was to hope that her husband hadn't seen it.

For the next few seconds, she was so absorbed in the sensation of the hard cock between her tight thighs that she had no time to think about anything else. Finally, she had to admit to herself that between her buttocks was her 20-year-old son's cock, inserted there, and not by accident. But her real concern was her panties; when she realized her son was remotely fucking her beautiful ass, her overflowing vagina had completely soaked them.

This flood almost broke her. She hadn't felt this excited since a boy had first played with her bare breasts in high school. In all their years of marriage, her husband had never been able to give her that level of excitement, but now her own son had provoked such a powerful response. Afterwards, her knees ached, she couldn't wash the dishes anymore, so she picked up her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. A few tough cases this week, probably just feeling the fatigue." It was indeed tough, she thought.

"Maybe you should rest for a day or two. I'm going to Chicago for a week on Sunday to finish a case, would you like to come with me?" "Oh, I'm fine. A good night's sleep for a day or two, the weekend should be enough for me to recover." A good night's sex would help, she thought.

“Okay, whatever,” Thomas said. He didn’t seem to care much that she didn’t want to go with him.

The ringing of the phone stopped her from answering further. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Gil to go with her after work to pick out a dress for the party she was going to on Friday. Gil immediately agreed. This meant that Tim would be out when he got back, and by the time she returned from shopping, Tim should already be in his room. She wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to handle what had happened that morning.

Tim felt relieved to find that his mother had gone out that evening. He didn’t know how to respond if his mother brought up what had happened that morning. However, he was lucky; he saw a movie he had been waiting for playing on TV. It started at 9 and ended at 11. Without thinking much, he watched it. Around 10 o'clock, his father pushed the law books aside and said he was going upstairs to sleep. As the movie drew to a close, his mother came home. Tim didn't know how to face her, so he just kept his eyes glued to the screen.

"Did Dad go to sleep?" Gil asked.

"Yes, around 10 o'clock," Tim replied, still not looking at her.

Gil walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the television.

"You better not let your dad catch you playing that little trick this morning." That wasn't exactly what she meant.

"I won't," he said.

"That's not what I meant, Tim." She looked at him for a moment. Her voice was low. "Before you ask for anything, you'd better know what you want." He looked up at her for the first time. "What?"

"You heard what I said. You'd better think it through." She turned and went back to her bedroom.

Tim tossed and turned in bed, thinking about his mother's words. But in his mind, there was almost no doubt that he would feel her firm buttocks again tomorrow morning. He was too intoxicated to let go. He wasn't even sure he understood what she meant.

On Thursday, he got up early again, still without underwear. He was restless and wanted to go into the kitchen, but first he had to wait for his erect, hard member to soften a little. Not that he wanted it to go completely soft. He wanted to maintain a firm enough erection to penetrate her firm, round buttocks when he thrust into her. He hoped their little conversation last night would make her think nothing would happen this morning. Finally, he went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had just stepped away from the table and stopped in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, baby, you're up early this morning," she said.

"I couldn't sleep, I guess I was looking forward to the start of the day."

"Want me to get you your cereal?" Gil asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom. I feel better doing things myself." But Tim didn't go to the cereal. He stood in the kitchen doorway.

Gil stood in the middle of the kitchen for a while, then, to her own surprise, picked up a plate and a glass from the table and went to the sink. Leaning against the cabinet, she began to fill the sink. She bent forward, sticking out her round, firm buttocks. Tim waited only a minute, glancing at his father still engrossed in his daily newspaper, before heading towards the cabinet above his mother's head. Immediately, Da found himself directly behind his mother, bent forward at the sink. He hesitated for a few seconds, deciding whether to continue his daily contact. As he moved forward, he abandoned all caution. His mother could have stood in the middle of the room until he got the cereal, but she didn't. Instead, she went to the sink. Thinking about how she had done that, and what he was about to do to him, his penis became fully erect.

Tim positioned himself at the right angle, leaning towards his mother's shapely buttocks. His hard penis parted her fleshy buttocks, and a soft gasp came from in front of him. This time, he knew she knew perfectly well that her son had done it on purpose, not accidentally, and that she could easily stop him if she wanted to. As his hand touched the cereal box, his penis moved up and down. Tim risked everything, manipulating his penis between his mother's fleshy buttocks. He knew that if his father saw what was happening, he'd probably be kicked out of the house permanently, but an erect penis couldn't be resisted. His mother had stopped washing the dishes, stood there, head bowed, almost like she was surrendering. In fact, for a moment, he thought he felt his mother pressing against his throbbing penis. He continued his sensual exploration of his mother's beautiful buttocks, much longer than before, until his mother turned to look at her husband. Tim knew she was checking to make sure they weren't seen. She still didn't say anything. Finally, his senses returned. He grabbed the cereal box and pulled his penis from between her round buttocks. He heard a sigh, then she straightened up and continued rinsing the dishes in her hands. He ate his breakfast quickly, trying to push his hard penis down under the table so it wouldn't be too noticeable when he got up to leave. Finally, he finished eating. He said goodbye to his father and then did something he hadn't done since starting middle school. He walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck.

"Goodbye, Mom, see you tonight."

As he kissed her, he heard a soft moan, then she turned around and looked at him intently.

"Goodbye, baby, see you when you get back."

He didn't understand her eyes, but they certainly didn't look encouraging. He knew he'd get a lecture when his mother got home. He hoped it wouldn't be anything more than that.

Gil was startled by what had happened that morning. She knew perfectly well she could have waited until Tim got the cereal before going to the sink. By not doing so, she had given her permission to this incestuous contact. She tried to convince herself that she didn't have time to wait; she had to finish the dishes quickly and get ready for work. But that didn't explain why her little cunt had already started overflowing the moment she saw Tim waiting for her at the door to go to the sink. She couldn't explain why she was so wet now, to the point that she wondered if her panties were soaked with her juices, flowing down her legs so everyone could see. She dared not ask herself what to do about her 20-year-old son who would have sex with her through her clothes every morning. She knew what she wanted to do, but a mother couldn't do that with her son. All day, she was in a daze, making many mistakes she would never normally make. Every time she sat down in her office, she felt as if his penis was pressing against her buttocks. By the time she drove home and parked in the driveway, her mind was completely blank. To her surprise, her son happened to be in a friend's car and arrived home at almost the same time as her.

Tim walked to his mother's car, and just as she parted her legs to get out, he grabbed the door handle.

Her short skirt had slipped down to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. Gil couldn't quickly move her other leg out of the car to avoid her beautiful long legs being spread wide apart. Those few seconds felt like minutes to them, her wide-open vulva meeting his probing gaze. In the past, he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his eyes away from such a captivating sight.

"If you like looking at my panties so much, I'll give them to you when I take them off. Or are you hoping to see something else?" Gil said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I just couldn’t help myself. You don’t act like a mother at all, you’re so beautiful.” Gil was startled again. Of all the excuses Tim could find, this was the one he mumbled to calm her anger. He didn’t try to lie or cover it up; instead, he told her how he truly felt. From a young age, she had taught him to tell the truth and to accept the consequences he deserved.

“But, baby, have you forgotten I’m your mother? What’s been happening lately isn’t proper behavior between a mother and son.” “Mom, you told me to think clearly about what I want before I fight for it. Hmm, I’ve thought clearly about what I want.” “Tim, that’s not what I meant. What you’re thinking is impossible. Baby, it’s impossible.” Gil suddenly realized that her legs hadn’t closed throughout their conversation. Good heavens, no wonder he was acting like this. She quickly stood up, closed the car door, and ran into the house. The situation was getting out of control. Her emotions had outweighed her morality.

Friday morning, before 6 a.m., the phone rang. The factory Gil helped manage was having problems, and they wanted her to come immediately. She quickly dressed and left before Tim woke up. She was relieved to be able to postpone yet another incident with her lecherous son. Tomorrow was Saturday; perhaps she could give her son's surging hormones a chance to subside before things completely spiraled out of control.

Tim silently finished his breakfast. He had been irritable and difficult to get along with all day at school. Even his best friend said he was a jerk. Tim, of course, didn't explain. What could he say? "I'm angry because I didn't put my dick on Mom's perfect ass this morning?" As soon as dinner was over, he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a bathrobe, covering herself from chin to ankle. Since he wouldn't have much of a chance to see her beautiful body anyway, he might as well go to bed early and look forward to tomorrow morning.

The next morning, as Tim walked into the kitchen, he heard his father pull out of the driveway to go golfing. Gil was still sitting at the table, drinking her coffee. When Tim entered, she felt a tightness in her chest and flinched.

"You're up so early on Saturday," she said. Her gaze swept over her son's noticeably bulging crotch. Her mouth felt dry, but her lower body was starting to throb. Good heavens, she thought, why am I acting like a little girl, wanting to sleep with every guy who walks by? But she didn't want to, or at least shouldn't; after all, this person she was craving was her son.

“This is the beginning of my life. I graduated Tuesday night, and, well… well… that means, yes, I’m officially done.” “And, in two months, you’ll be going to college.”

Tim stopped by the door. He glanced at the cereal cabinet, but didn’t look back.

Gil noticed her son’s actions and kept telling herself not to give him any chance to have his way with her. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Without hesitation, she stood up and answered it.

The phone was nailed to the side panel of the cabinet next to the sink. She went to the sink, picked up the white receiver, and put it to her ear. It was her friend Carrie, eager to tell her about her unparalleled party experience the previous night.

Tim was drawn to his mother's thin, hazy nylon nightgown. The nightgown was a pale orange, and her bikini-style pajama bottoms were clearly visible, but her bra was not. This instantly made him erect. He stood there, admiring his mother's alluring back, her graceful waist, her rounded buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. Finally, he walked behind his mother. The gap between her buttocks, visible through her underwear and nightgown, cast a shadow.

He had deliberately worn a pair of very old shorts, the fabric already quite thin, and he wasn't wearing underwear underneath. His large penis was already erect to its enormous size. He positioned himself behind his mother, just inches away. He disregarded the consequences, placed his hands on his mother's waist, and thrust forward. His hard penis easily parted his mother's soft buttocks and entered between her long, beautiful hips.

"Ohhh, Tim," Gil said, "Ohhh, no."

Tim leaned forward against Gil, his head so close to the phone that he could hear Carrie's voice.

"What's wrong, Gil? What happened?" Carrie asked.

"Ah...ah, Tim spilled something hot all over the floor. I'm hanging up now, I'll call you back later. Goodbye," Gil said to her friend.

Tim's hands slid forward on his mother's waist until they met beneath her large breasts. He could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against his wrists. His penis grew even harder. He thrust forward again, burying himself deeper between his mother's firm buttocks.

Gil wriggled, trying to break free from his son's grasp, but it only made him seem like he was being manipulated.

"Tim, no, no, baby, you can't do this. You can't use your penis to push against me like this. I'm your mother." Tim crouched down a little, then began to thrust inward and upward against his mother. "But, Mom, you said I should try to get what I want. I want you." "Mmm..." Gil groaned as Tim's penis pumped between Gil's buttocks.

He didn't know that with that last thrust, he was hitting his mother's folded little hole. She felt her vagina overflowing, and her nipples hardening. "My God, he's so big," she thought. "Baby, you shouldn't think like this about your own mother. Hurry, Tim, let go of me." She continued to struggle, but this only intensified the friction between their bodies. As her son's penis was about to press against her anus again, she tried to lower her body so that his penis wasn't directly facing her but higher. But she forgot where his hands were. As she lowered her body, his hands slid upwards along her body. Suddenly, his hands were fully grasping Gil's 36C breasts. Both of them were surprised. Her erect nipples pressed against her son's palms, the sheer nightgown offering no protection whatsoever. She was practically naked. Tim quickly seized this unexpected opportunity. He began to rub his mother's nipples. Gilly's movements became even more vigorous.

"Tim, stop. Let go of my nipples, don't touch me like that." She began to writhe from side to side. This worked; her body turned around. But Gilly immediately realized her mistake. Now she was facing her son, his erect penis pressing against her mons pubis. Tim was also surprised. After a moment, he realized he had struck gold. He gently pressed down, pushing his penis through the V-shaped gap between his mother's legs. His enormous glans probed the crevice of his mother's vagina. It was almost as if he had already penetrated her body. She let out a soft moan. Just as she was still trying to prevent Tim from continuing his assault on her private parts, Tim did something neither of them expected. He looked at his mother's beautiful face right in front of him, her moist little mouth and full, red lips stirring a provocative note in his masculine heart. He lowered his head and kissed his mother, their lips locked tightly. The moment their lips touched, Gil stopped struggling in shock. Before she could fully comprehend this forbidden act, her body had already responded. Her lips parted, her smooth, delicate tongue darting out, and her beautiful hips began to powerfully respond to each thrust of the erect penis.

Mother and son sucked on each other like this, tongues entwined, penis pressing against her vulva, nipples squeezing against her chest, for a duration that neither of them would have imagined, nor would have believed.

Although her body was responding affirmatively, Gil's mind was screaming "No, no!" Finally, she pushed Tim away. The shock of the kiss made him loosen his grip on his mother's arms. Gil slid to the side and ran to the center of the house.

"Tim, Tim, my God, what are you doing? What are we doing? Stop right now. You're acting like you're going to fuck me." Tim had never heard his mother swear before, except for the occasional "bad, damn it." "Fuck," that word was unexpected. But it also gave Tim the right to use the same word.

"But I really want to, um... fuck you. I love you, and you kissed me too, and when we kissed, you even used your, your cunt against me. So, I know you want it too." "Tim, I love you too. I'm your mother, and we should love each other. But not like boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. As for my response to your kisses, a woman's body sometimes reacts to sexual contact, even if they don't actually want it. I admit..." “When you thrust into me, I felt good. After all, you're very strong and have a sexy vibe; any girl would respond the same way. I admit, your kisses excited me for a minute, but reality struck, and I didn't want you to continue. As for you saying you wanted to…fuck me, baby, at your age, you want to fuck anything with a hole.” Gil smiled, trying to ease the sting and relax the tension between them.

"This isn't true, Mom. I have absolutely no interest in those girls at school. But the moment I see you, I can't wait to do it. I'll fuck you before I fuck those girls I know. Just seeing you naked and feeling your body makes me so happy." "Tim, this is what I meant by stopping. You can't keep thinking about having sex with your mother all the time. Now, go back to your room, calm down, and then come downstairs. I'll make you a big breakfast." "I can calm down in my room, but once I come down and see you, I immediately want to have sex with you again." Tim went back to his room, stretched on the bed, and replayed the scene in the kitchen in his mind.

She did kiss him back and thrust her vagina against him. Indeed, after thinking it over, she said she didn't want to continue, but he was certain that it was her brain speaking, not her heart. He had to find a way to get her to think, or perhaps, better yet, to force her to think.

Tim left the kitchen, and Gil slumped into a chair at the dining table. Her nipples were still erect, creating small tents in her nightgown that covered her round breasts. Her vagina was still overflowing with honeyed fluid, her labia swollen and engorged. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against her thin panties, because Tim's penis had just pressed against it, making it erect. The thought of Tim fucking her right there by the sink, inserting his huge penis into her thirsty cunt, had been so tempting. But she hadn't been able to take that step yet. However, if he had forced her any further, perhaps he would have already achieved his goal. Would she dare let herself and her son engage in even a little sensual play? Of course, she wouldn't let her son have sex with her, but would a little finger-pressing or penetration through clothing really hurt anyone? She knew she was starting to find excuses to make this seem less rebellious, and to make herself seem less like a morally corrupt, incestuous mother. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. This time, she would play a little of her own little game with her son, to see if he could control himself. And tonight was the perfect opportunity.

Thinking about what she would do to her son tonight, and his hard penis, even more nectar gushed from her wet, hot vagina.

Tim went out in the evening, dressed casually, and told his mother he wouldn't be back until around midnight. Gil immediately began her plan. She knew her husband well. He only watched TV on Saturdays. Gil grabbed the program list from the newspaper, pretended to browse it, and then announced that there wasn't much to watch that night. Her husband, Thomas, picked up his law book, cursing the lack of good programs on TV as he read. Gil couldn't help but smile. By 10 o'clock, Thomas was nodding incessantly and rubbing his eyes.

"You have a plane to catch tomorrow, registration, and a meeting waiting for you. You should take one of those strong sleeping pills the doctor prescribed to ensure a good night's sleep." "Maybe, even though I don't like them. They knock me out instantly, and I can sleep for eight hours straight—not even the devil could wake me." "If you take one now and go to sleep, you should wake up at 6:30. No matter how much you have to do tomorrow, you'll feel full of energy." "Okay, I'll go take a shower now and be in bed by 10:30." Gil smiled. Perfect, she thought, and then she heard nothing more.

After 11:15, Gil went into the bedroom and checked on Thomas; he was indeed sleeping like a log.

She started showering and then put on a short, sexy nightgown. The top was white and completely see-through. The hem of her clothes reached just to her vulva. Her underwear was a bikini style, and see-through. Looking in the mirror, her face flushed. There was absolutely nothing to hide. She took a tube of lubricant from the bathroom drawer and placed it on the bedside table. She climbed into bed and lay down next to her husband, waiting for Tim to come home.

At 11:45, Tim quietly passed by her bedroom door. By this time, Gilly couldn't wait to start her little game. She waited until she heard Tim leave the bedroom and go downstairs to shower before quietly slipping out of bed. Picking up the tube of lubricant, she walked barefoot down the stairs. As usual, Tim didn't close the bathroom door completely, thinking no one would be awake at this hour. Gil didn't knock, just pushed the door open and went in. Tim was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, about to turn on the shower. He caught a glimpse of his mother out of the corner of his eye, so he turned around.

"Mom, my God, you should have knocked." He tried to cover his slowly erect penis, but failed.

"Why? The little game you played with me makes me think you want me to see you naked, right?" "Um, um, I guess so." He stammered.

"Do you like my outfit? Or do you want to see me naked too?" Tim had his first chance to see his mother's pajamas. Her nipples were erect, standing tall under the sheer fabric, and her dark pubic hair formed a small grove between her legs in the V-shape.

"Wow, you look amazing in this outfit."

"Oh, you mean I have to stay dressed? You don't want to see me naked?" "No, I mean yes! I mean I don't want you to stay dressed! Yes, I want to see you naked." Gil turned around, inserted her two thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, and slowly slid the transparent bikini bottoms down her hips, then bent over as she continued to pull the panties down her legs to her ankles. As she bent over, Tim enjoyed a visual feast. Her shapely buttocks were completely exposed, and the gap between her legs, and her glistening, slightly parted vulva, were also displayed before Tim's eyes.

Tim breathed heavily with pleasure. He simply couldn't believe it; this was really his mother showing him her naked buttocks and vulva.

Without hesitation, Gil opened the lubricant bottle.

"Come here," she said,

taking two steps forward, inches away from her.

"Put your hand out."

Tim cautiously extended his hand, unsure of her intentions. Gil squeezed a large amount of lubricant into his palm.

She turned her back to him. "Touch my ass, make it slippery. You can do whatever you want, just be quiet; we don't want to wake your father." Tim was completely incredulous, standing there frozen for a full minute.

"If you want to do whatever you like with my ass, you'd better hurry," Tim carefully extended his hand, gliding it over her rounded labia. A few seconds later, both hands had covered her entire buttocks.

"Don't forget the middle, don't miss anywhere," Gil said in a low, hoarse voice. Her pipes were overflowing with desire, and she felt like grabbing her son's penis and riding on it until she was completely exhausted.

Tim finally mustered his courage and slid his fingers between his mother's alluring buttocks. It was the most exciting thing he had ever done. As he slid his fingers over the tight folds of her vulva, she let out a soft moan—not just once, but three times. The last two moans, in particular, seemed like deliberate teasing, making him almost unable to control himself, wanting to ejaculate his thick semen all over the beautiful body before him.

"Okay, that should be enough," she said. Gil turned around, looked at her son, then stood on tiptoe and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Before her son could even wrap his arms around her, she turned aside, walked to the sink, faced the mirror, and gently bent forward.

"Alright, baby, do whatever you want with Mommy's ass."

Tim stood there, stunned, unable to move.

"Hurry up, baby, slide your cock into its favorite spot. Or don't you want to put your cock between my ass?" He growled, leaning forward and pressing his erect penis against his mother's body, just as he had done to her every day for the past week. The slippery ass allowed his penis to easily slide into the canyon, probing in until it reached the folds of her anus. Gil groaned, and Tim was already panting heavily. He quickly regained his composure, gripping his mother's slender waist with both hands, and began thrusting up and down between her smooth buttocks. He could feel a large amount of semen accumulating in his testicles, and after a dozen or so thrusts, the semen began to rise along the passage.

"Mom, Mom. Ah, oh, oh, Mom." The semen gushed out from his penis sandwiched between Gil's smooth labia, shooting all the way onto his mother's back.

Gil's orgasm arrived at the same time, so intense that she almost fell over. She couldn't help but squeeze her son's ejaculating penis with her slippery buttocks. Tim continued thrusting up and down, manipulating between his mother's beautiful buttocks. Finally, he felt too weak to continue, so he stood still, his penis nestled between those lovely magic orbs.

"Oh, Mom, this is, well, this is simply the best thing I've ever done." Gil stood up, her son's penis sliding away from its resting place. She turned to face her son. His penis was still somewhat erect, standing erect like a banner in front of her. It was a good seven inches long and much thicker than his father's. Gil decided to do something unplanned tonight.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so well-prepared, aren’t you?” she said. “But Mommy is too. You made Mommy orgasm, it was such a little surprise for tonight.” She went to the other side of the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat, and sat down.

“Come here, baby,” she said, hooking her finger around him.

Tim approached her, his penis leading the way. He was still reeling from what had happened tonight, taking steps forward in a daze. He stopped in front of his mother. When Tim saw Gil reach out and grasp his still-erect penis with her slender fingers, he was stunned. Blood rushed to his shaft, turning it into a stiff steel pipe once more.

“Baby wants to cum again, doesn’t he?” Gil’s hand began to move slowly up and down. She would occasionally linger on the glans, teasing the urethral opening and rubbing the sensitive bulge around it. Tim groaned, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene. Then, she gripped the hard penis tightly, thrusting downwards all the way to the testicles, her other hand gently cradling them. By now, her hands were covered in Tim's slippery, lustful fluid, and she began to rapidly pump the erect penis up and down. As Gil's hands moved faster, Tim also began to thrust forward. Both mother and son watched the large, purplish-red glans move in and out of her hands. They both realized that this was only the beginning of their erotic chapter. They had crossed the line; whether it was incest or not, it was merely a rehearsal for their final sexual battle.

"Come on, baby, shoot your load for Mommy, shoot your thick semen into me." "Can I touch your...your breasts?" he asked.

Gil raised the hand that had been caressing Tim's testicles, lifting the thin material of her see-through nightgown, completely exposing it to her son.

"Touch Mommy's breasts, baby, just a light touch, until you shoot." Tim didn't need anyone to urge him. He grasped his mother's perfect 36C breasts; he always remembered her bra size. His hands cradled her heavy breasts, his fingers rubbing her erect nipples. Gil began to moan softly as her son gently tugged at her sensitive flesh.

"In a few days, I'll let you suck them. Do you want to?"

"Oh my god, Mom, of course, I really want to suck them. Oh, touching your breasts and saying these things to you makes me want to cum." "Okay, baby, cum, cum for Mom, my baby." "Mommy, oh... Mom, Mom, Mom, oh..." Thick, milky-white semen spurted from the large, purplish-red glans, and Gil continued to rub tightly, letting the semen rain down on her delicate body. Her breasts were covered in white liquid, and one even had semen dripping from the nipple. As his mother rubbed his penis in her hands, Tim ejaculated in spurts.

"Oh, baby, that's quite a lot the second time. You're still hard. I bet you'll still come if we try again. But I think this is enough for tonight. You said this is what you wanted, so, baby, you got it. You'd better be prepared to continue this little game. Tomorrow, especially at breakfast, don't say anything about what just happened. Understand?" "Oh, don't worry, Mom, I understand. I won't do anything that will stop this." "Okay," Gil stood up and started walking out of the room. Halfway there, she stopped. "I know you want to touch my pussy, you're crazy about it, aren't you?" Tim nodded, and she walked back, taking Tim's hand in hers and guiding it to his crotch. She let her son's hand sweep from top to bottom over his already wet vulva. She pressed her son's middle finger slightly inward, so he could feel that his mother's cunt was open. Then she pulled his hand away. "Now, your little brain knows that you've touched Mommy's breasts and pussy. This ammunition is enough for you to masturbate when we can't be together." Gil kissed his surprised little mouth. Then, still naked, she left the bathroom and returned to the bed. Her husband was snoring, still in almost the same spot where he had left. She wiped her still-damp hands on the sheet beside her head.

She'd change tomorrow, but for now, she wanted to smell her son's semen. Before wiping the thick semen off her breasts with a tissue, she dipped a finger into the milky liquid and gently placed it on her tongue. She'd never tasted semen before; she'd never wanted it, but now she desperately wanted her son to ejaculate into her sexy little mouth. God, she was becoming a slut, a shameless incestuous mother.

She smiled as she heard her son's hungry moans in the bathroom. He must have just discovered that reality was far more shocking than fantasy. Dreaming of having sex with one's mother was one thing, but actually doing it was quite another. Gil wondered what it would feel like if his son actually fucked him.

On Sunday, Tim woke up early, eager to know what his mother would do next. Because his mother had told him not to use his hard penis to thrust into her beautiful buttocks while his father was around, he didn't know how to play with his mother's sexy body. He

stopped at the kitchen doorway, wanting to check before going in. Gil, his mother, was standing by the table in a one-piece skirt, the hem just above her knees, and a high-necked cardigan. He was disappointed. Because through this outfit, he definitely couldn't see those alluring breasts. Tim thought that his mother was dressed like that to take his father to the airport. He really hoped she would change her clothes when she got home, or even strip naked. Just thinking about seeing his mother's naked body again made his penis slowly swell. He nervously walked to the cabinet with the cereal, grabbed the cereal box, and turned to sit in the nearest chair.

“Oh, hi, baby,” Gil said. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’m so glad you’re up; I was just about to go up and wake you. I thought it would be nice if you took Dad to the airport. That would give you two a chance to have a little bit of conversation between men.” His father muttered. Tim wasn’t sure if his father was agreeing with or disagreeing with his mother, or if he was just being polite.

“Ah, sure, Mom, I’d love to.” Deep down, he didn’t want to at all. He and his father had nothing in common—well, except one thing: they’d both put their dicks on their mothers’ bare buttocks, if you could call it that. They did share a common experience, albeit at a great time.

"You'd better eat quickly," Dad said. "I'm leaving right away." "I'll be done in five minutes. I'm just going upstairs to grab my wallet. I'm not planning on leaving." "I'll wait for you in the car. I've already packed my luggage." Tim finished his cereal and rushed back to his room. Thank goodness, my erection went soft, he thought.

He skipped and hopped downstairs and hurried toward the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he was completely unprepared for this scene. Mom stood in the middle of the room, facing Tim. She had pulled her shirt up to her neck, leaving her perfect 36C breasts bare and erect before Tim.

"Want to lick them before you go?" Gil asked.

"Mommy, oh my god, Mommy, do you want to?" Tim quickly walked to his mother, lowered his head, and began to suckle her erect nipples. His mother's hand rested behind Tim's head.

"Suck, baby, suck me. Bite my nipples, look how hard they are, they've been waiting for you to caress them. Oh... yes, baby, suck, suck now." Tim licked, his tongue circling the areolas that had hardened from engorgement. As the tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her vulva, Gil let out moans.

Suddenly, she pushed Tim away.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Later, later, baby, you'll get more." She reached down to Tim's crotch, his rock-hard penis pushing against his pants, which she grabbed.

"Take it out, quick, I want to see."

"What if Daddy comes in?"

"No, he'll probably be complaining about being late. But don't worry, there's plenty of time. You'll still arrive at the airport two hours early, enough time to get the new registration done." Tim had already unzipped his pants, but getting his erect penis out of his underwear was a bit of a struggle. Gil couldn't wait any longer. She ripped open Tim's belt, unbuttoned it, and Tim's pants slid to the floor. His steel-like penis stood erect, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

Gil took a step back, grabbing the sides of his short skirt with both hands, slowly lifting the hem until his vulva, covered by his panties, was exposed. Tim's penis seemed to grow bigger and harder, swaying back and forth like a snake's head.

Gil let out a lewd moan. She moved forward to Tim, grasped his large penis, and pressed it down until it was perpendicular to his body. Then she pressed herself against her son, guiding his erect penis into the gap between his legs. The tip of his penis was already pressed against Gil's vulva, which was overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking her panties. His penis rubbed against the wet panties, pressing tightly against Gil's body.

"Oh my god, Mom, I think I want to..." Tim's words were interrupted as Gil sealed his mouth with her own. Gil's tongue slipped into her son's mouth, their tongues intertwining. Tim felt his testicles tighten, his thick semen churning at the base of his penis. His penis remained nestled in the soft embrace between his mother's legs, being squeezed and pressed by her thighs. Thousands of seeds were just one step away from shooting out from that reddish-purple glans.

Gil took a step back from her son, and as the penis slipped from her legs, she bounced upwards like a spring.

"You have to go, baby, your father is waiting. We'll continue later." "Mom, Mom, you're not serious, are you? I'm going to, I'm going to have it right now." "Now, baby, you can feel what it feels like every morning when you've finished with your hard penis and then left me there, so eager and unbearable. But the difference is, tonight, I'll take good care of you. Until then, you can savor the feeling of your big cock between Mom's legs. But tonight, I don't want you to masturbate, understand?" Tim was still trembling nervously. “I understand. But how am I supposed to get to the car? It’ll be a week before I can get down.” He pointed to his still-erect penis.

Gil chuckled. “Okay, wait a minute.” Gil went to the door, pushed it open, and said to her husband, “He’s going to the bathroom, he’ll be right back.” Gil went back to Tim. “Alright,” she said, “you can only masturbate this once.” Tim headed towards the bathroom.

“Oh no, don’t go,” Gil said, “if you want to masturbate, you have to do it here.” “Mom.” “Don’t call me Mom. If you want to masturbate, I’ll be watching. After all, I’m the one who made it hard. Hurry up, get started, you don’t have much time.” Gil’s grin stretched to her ears. She could feel that her vagina was producing even more fluid than when she was being intimate with Tim.

Tim's lust was uncontrollable, and he no longer cared about shame. He grasped his huge penis and began to slowly stroke the pinkish-red shaft up and down.

Gil lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing her vagina so that Tim could stare at her naked cunt while stroking his penis.

Tim groaned, "Oh, Mom, your... pussy, your cunt, makes me want to cum, cum all the way to the other side of the room. I'm going to cum, I'm about to cum, oh, Mom, Mom, Mom... oh, God, oh, oh..." Tim's lust was intense; he knew he would ejaculate in just a few moments. Especially since he kept staring at his mother's open, wanton cunt.

"Shoot it in me, baby, just like you shot it in my ass last night. You remember my ass, baby, your pert ass covered in thick semen, so smooth and slippery. Shoot it in, baby, shoot it again, shoot it in me." "Oh, coming, Mom, coming. Oh... Mom, oh, Mom." Milky white semen shot out like a rocket from one end of his huge penis; it splashed onto Gil's thighs, sprayed onto her calves, and then sprinkled on her feet. Finally, the semen flowed down, trickling between Tim's fingers.

"Oh, Tim, baby, this is simply amazing. I've never seen so much semen come out. Looks like I'll have to work hard to squeeze my son dry. Just you wait, I'll squeeze you dry no matter what, until you can't ejaculate a single drop. You started this sexual game between us, so let's explore the limits of this game until you feel there's nothing more to it." "What haven't you tried? I know a mother shouldn't do these things with her son, but I enjoy teaching you, having sex with you, and teasing you.

I think the day I let you fuck me will come sooner or later. What do you think?" "Mom, Mom, oh no, you let me cum in my pants. I have to change my pants. Dad is going to kill me." Gil laughed. "Well, at least I know what you think about fucking me. We'll talk about it tonight. You'd better hurry, I think I can hear your dad coming up from behind." Gil picked up a towel and started wiping her legs, then swept the floor.

"What the hell is Tim doing?" Thomas said, opening the back door.

“I spilled some white sauce on Tim’s pants, and he ran upstairs to change. He’ll be right back. Don’t call him; it’s my fault.” “Okay, but tell him to hurry up, we have to get going.” The door slammed shut, and Gil let out a breath.

Tim went back to the kitchen. “Could you wear less when I come back?” he asked.

Gil put his arm around his handsome son.

"Touch my cunt, baby. Put your hand inside my panties and rub my wet, slick cunt with your fingers. You'll carry the sultry scent of my hot pussy all the way here." Tim couldn't wait to lift his mother's short skirt and slide his fingers inside her panties from the thigh opening. He let his fingers slide between her wet labia. Gil was aroused by this lewd touch and gasped softly. Tim rubbed his fingers at the entrance of her cunt and then slowly withdrew his hand. Perhaps instinctively, he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"Mmm... that feels good."

Gil also reached the edge of sexual desire. "Tim, oh my god, Tim, oh, I'm going to climax, baby, you made me climax, oh... you made me climax just by sucking your own fingers, oh... Tim." Gil slumped against the counter. It took her a minute to catch her breath.

"This is the first time in my life that I've climaxed without anyone or anything touching me. You'd better get out of here and take your dad to the airport, or who knows what might happen." "Maybe, I'll fuck you, Mom." "Maybe you will, baby, maybe you will. There's still plenty of time today."

On the way to the airport, Tim couldn't think of anything but his mother's firm breasts and wet, slick vagina. He tried to focus on driving and the road conditions. His father was already planning what to do once he got there. He reminded Tim that to get his college tuition, he had to help his mother at home, just like they'd agreed. "

I'll definitely help Mom," Tim thought. "First, I'll help her take off her clothes, then I'll suck on her big, hard nipples and give her some pleasure. If that's not enough, I'll stick my dick into her wet, juicy pussy and satisfy her properly. Yes, I'll do everything I can to help her."

The drive back from the airport was faster than Tim had anticipated. As he started walking home, Tim smelled his fingers. The fading scent of his mother's genitals sent a jolt through his penis like an electric shock. His penis sprang up like a spring, pitching a small tent in his pants. Tim planned to pull over and masturbate, no matter who saw. But the thought of his swollen, wet vagina waiting for him at home made him keep driving down the highway. The car roared onto the road, and Tim rushed into the house.

Gil was standing by the sink washing vegetables. She was completely naked, her tanned arms and back contrasting sharply with her exposed, snow-white, pert buttocks. Tim instantly got hard. Tim walked towards her, but she raised her hands.

"You can't touch me. You can look, but you can't touch."

"Mom."

"You heard me, you can look."

Tim turned and sat at the table, where he could look at his mother.

"How was the drive?"

"Ah, it was alright."

"Traffic jam?"

"Traffic jam? No... not much."

Gil turned around and walked to the table. As she moved, her 36C breasts swayed. The two nipples were like stone pillars standing on a hill, simply perfect, just like in a porn magazine. Tim's eyes moved from the two mounds of white flesh to the mons pubis covered with light pubic hair between her legs. Between her two shapely thighs, the moist labia were slightly parted. Tim's penis was pressed hard against his pants, and for a moment, he thought he was going to ejaculate. Seeing her naked body in the bathroom was one thing, but in the kitchen it was definitely more exciting. She wasn't just naked; she was completely naked, her buttocks bare. Tim felt a tightness in his stomach; he wanted to grab his throbbing cock and pound it wildly until he ejaculated into outer space.

As Gil bent down to get a plate of chopped vegetables, her breasts drooped forward, just inches from Tim's yearning lips. Tim let out soft moans. A slight smile flickered at the corner of Gil's mouth. Just as Tim was about to lean in and touch her breasts, Gil turned and went back to the pool. Watching his mother's shapely buttocks move to a sensual rhythm, naked as she had been at birth, Tim was once again aroused. His penis was as hard as an iron rod.

"You can take your clothes off if you want," Gil said.

Tim took off his clothes. His erect penis sprang up the moment his shorts came off, slapping against his stomach.

Gil watched the purplish-red, hard penis trembling there.

"There's bound to be a little virgin who'll be fucked to death someday. That guy should register as a deadly weapon. You'd better be careful when you get married. Once a girl has experienced being filled with such a big penis, she won't let go. You'll never be able to divorce her." "I need to find someone who'll let me in first." "I think you'll... never mind. I'm almost done. I need to do some things in the family room, want to come with me?" Gil said.

Tim stood up, making no attempt to control his throbbing, monstrous penis, and followed her to another room. He occasionally gripped his penis, stroking it up and down a few times, then released it, watching his mother's naked body move. Her pert buttocks swayed in front of him, driving him almost mad. He desperately wanted to thrust forward and plunge his cock deep between those throbbing mounds of flesh, into whichever hole it was.

Gil glanced at his hard, erect penis, but continued pacing back and forth. "You like looking at my ass, don't you?" Gil turned to face him. "You want to feel my naked skin against your cock, your cock sandwiched between my two mounds?" Tim sat down on the sofa, nodding.

“Yeah, your ass is the best in town.”

“Wow, thank you, baby. For that, you’ll get a special visit.” Gil took a few steps forward, turned her back to him, and slowly bent over, thrusting her breasts back. Tim held his breath. Her swollen vulva, glistening with a little bit of lustful fluid, opened before his eyes. Her buttocks parted to the sides, and her wrinkled anus was also exposed in a pleasing manner.

"Oh my god, Mom, oh, I want to touch you... I have to touch you." "Wait a minute, maybe a minute. If I really let you, will you lick me there? Not my ass, lick my pussy." "I'll lick both, Mom. I'll lick your whole body, every inch of your skin." "Really? You'll lick my whole body, even my ass?" "Every inch." "Oh my god, just thinking about it is giving me an orgasm. You're such a slut." "Monster. Maybe you'll get a surprise, maybe I'll even grant your wish. Your father has never liked licking my cunt, and he's never been interested in my ass. I guess you want to fuck me there too, right?" "Mom, I want to fuck you anywhere I can put my penis in." "Stop talking. If you keep saying that, you'll make my cunt wet even more than it is now." She stood up, picked up a rag from the kitchen, and began cleaning the table and lamp. Tim followed her every move. Sitting naked in the family room, watching his equally naked mother doing her chores, was extremely sexy. It was simply the most exciting thing he had ever seen. He watched her bend down again to wipe a table. The upper part of her labia was covered with a light pubic hair, while the lower part was smooth and hairless. The labia were pulled apart, moist and slippery. They glistened with moisture.

From his earlier caresses between those labia, he knew how slippery that moisture was. Thinking about sliding his penis into her pink, alluring cunt, his penis began to harden again. He really wanted his penis to feel the slippery wetness of her juices as it entered her body.

"Give it a rub," she said.

"What?"

"Give it a rub. Grind me. I want to see you grind."

"But…"

“Use your hand. I want to see you masturbate. But don’t cum…don’t let it cum…when you’re about to cum, stop and tell me. If you cum, we’re not doing anything tonight. It’s all over. Understand?” Tim nodded. He gripped the erect penis and began to stroke it up and down. Gil knelt before him, watching the purplish-red glans move in and out between his clenched fingers.

“Slow down,” she said, “take it easy.”

Gil felt a spasm in her vagina. She wanted to grab the grotesque penis and rub it hard against the wet thing. But instead, she ran her fingers between her slippery, butter-like labia, teasing her slightly erect clitoris. As her clitoris trembled and became extremely sensitive from stimulation, she began to breathe heavily and wantonly. She longed to scream out loud and then sit on Tim's enormous penis, burying it deep inside her. But she held back; the wait was pure torture, extreme torment.

In her mind, she was horrified by her actions with her son. Sexually harassing her own son. She was an incestuous slut. Worst of all, she knew that before the weekend was over, she would let her strong, stallion-like son bury his enormous penis inside her cunt. Let him fuck her until he was exhausted, until her cunt could hold no more semen.

Tim stroked his penis up and down with his hand while staring at his mother's beautiful breasts. Gille realized she needed to give her son more stimulation to keep going. She stood up, placed one foot on the sofa where Tim was sitting, and parted her labia. Tim's face was inches away. He could almost smell the soft yet intense sexual scent. Through her engorged labia majora, he could see the rose petal-like labia minora half-hidden in the opening, and the fleshy bud peeking out from the foreskin.

"Oh, God, Mom. Oh, God. Oh, I think I'm going to cum. Mom... Mom." Gille put her foot back on the ground. "No, don't shoot, stop, don't shoot, don't shoot." She shoved her hand away from his penis. "Stop, I'm holding back." Tim groaned, letting her remove her hand. His boiling lower body calmed down, but he felt a little frustrated.

"Mom, Mom, I'm about to cum. Why won't you let me finish? Why? You do it, Mom. Help me masturbate, please, help me cum on your tits." "I have a better idea." Gil knelt down, leaning forward, her hands cupping Tim's erect penis. Before he could understand what she wanted to do, Gil lowered her head and swallowed his purplish-red glans into her upturned mouth. Following that, in a fluid motion, her lips tightly enveloped the long, thick penis as it descended until she felt the glans reach the back of her throat.

Tim groaned. "Oh... Mom. This works so well. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Thick, milky semen gushed from his penis, flooding Gil's mouth and throat. Hot semen shot out in spurts, her mouth overflowing, spilling from Gil's beautiful red lips and running down her pretty chin. She wasn't entirely prepared for her son to ejaculate so much semen between her sucking lips.

Tim groaned, panting. Gil was still sucking on the semen-dripping glans. She was squeezing out the last drop of the milky liquid she had produced. Gil had been holding back, knowing that she would only receive the ultimate reward she had never received from any other blowjob cock when Tim could no longer hold back. She deliberately teased Tim, making him ejaculate uncontrollably. This was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Tim to completely lose control. When she let Tim fuck her, she would make him break down just the same way. Judging from the way her cunt was trembling, it wouldn't be long before it did.

Tim was shocked by his mother's actions. He had indeed hoped to feel her cunt, perhaps even to tease it a little, but no matter what his mother said, Tim had never really thought that she would suck his cock or give him oral sex. He hadn't expected his mother to go so far. Not only had she sucked him out, but she'd also swallowed her own semen, just as she'd planned it all along, just as she'd always wanted. And this was only the first day of his father's business trip, at 11 a.m. They had six more days together before his father returned. Thinking of this, his penis twitched.

"I haven't sucked a single penis since we got married."

"But I remember you saying that Dad never liked this, and he wouldn't let you suck him." "No, it wasn't him, it was your Uncle Bill, our best man. He got both your dad and me drunk at the wedding banquet. He offered to drive us back to our rented house. By the time we got there, your dad was already passed out. Uncle Bill felt it was unfair if a bride didn't have sex on her wedding night. So he taught me how to do 69. That way, I could have sex and..." I thought your dad was a virgin. Bill and I practiced all night until I could do it perfectly. Of course, we decided not to tell your dad because we were sure he wouldn't understand. I admit, Bill's isn't as big as yours, and he doesn't ejaculate as much. You surprised me a little. No, actually, you surprised me greatly. If you really want to know, you have a very beautiful penis, and your mom plans to suck on it often in the future. What do you think?" "I'm always ready," Tim said. "Whenever you want to do 69, I'll do it. I'm sure every young man's fantasy is to enjoy his mother sucking his cock while licking her cunt.

If I had known you were so willing, we wouldn't have waited this long. I should have been sucking your cunt when I was a baby." "You already sucked my breasts when you were a baby." "Damn it, why did you make me stop breastfeeding?" "It wasn't me..." "I forced you to stop. You always want to suckle me. I really don't want to admit it, but when you're breastfeeding, I enjoy it just like you. Most women are too embarrassed to admit it. But sometimes, when babies are breastfeeding, their vaginas feel something. I have a girlfriend who told me that she's masturbated a few times while breastfeeding her child." "I wonder if Aunt Becky likes Uncle Bill suckling her?" Tim said. "You can tell he likes suckling her. I've seen her breastfeeding him a few times. I tell you, I wish he didn't." "Oh, you want to suckle Becky's breasts too, huh? Maybe Becky really will let you suckle her breasts, maybe there's something else you want to do. She loves sex more than ice cream. And I happen to know she's never satisfied. But now, right here, I think you will..." "Get all the sex you want. Or would you rather fuck your Aunt Becky than your mom?" "Mom, of all the people in the world, you're the one I want to fuck the most. More than any movie star. But are you serious? Will you let me fuck you?" "I think I'm the most slutty woman in the world. I feel so ashamed to be doing this with my own son." "I feel ashamed, but on the other hand, since I was eighteen, I haven't craved sex as much as I do now, haven't wanted a big cock to fuck me as much. If you want me, I've decided, I'll do any sex you can dream of. For the whole week your dad's away, I want you to sleep with me. And, as long as he's not home, you can treat me like your girlfriend or wife. Fuck me, you don't need a condom, I got vasectomized a long time ago, even though I'm only forty-seven. But, the time and place are up to me. Deal?" "Do you think any sane boy would refuse something like this? I've decided, you decide the time and place. Of course, deal." Just thinking about all the things he wanted to do for her made Tim's cock spring up like a spring.

“Hmm, I see you agreed down there too,” Gil laughed. “Since that guy already came on me once, why don’t you help me have some fun too? Are you willing? Are you willing to let Mom have some fun?” “Oh God, Mom, I’ll do anything to make you feel good.” Gil sat on the floor, pulled a cushion from the sofa, and leaned against it.

“Why don’t you try exploring my legs, my belly, and my cunt with your tongue?”

Tim knelt between her legs. He leaned forward and lay down, his face just above her navel.

Without waiting for any instructions, his tongue began to slide back and forth on Gil's smooth, pink belly. Gil watched him slowly explore her private parts. His tongue probed into Gil's navel, the tip swirling and slipping inside. His first assault sent a tingling sensation through Gil's

sensitive spot. "Oh, Tim, oh baby, you've found the right place, I can feel it. I've heard about it, but I've never experienced it before. Keep going, keep exploring me. Mommy loves it." Tim continued to lick her smooth belly, Gil being teased by each gentle touch. When he traced a wet line on her soft belly, Gil's stomach contracted. The line continued forward, downward, until he could feel her slightly curved pubic hair. He stopped, turning his attention to her thighs. Starting from her knees, he traced lines upward, each time stopping just before Gil's already parted labia. Then, he returned, tracing another line. His tongue incessantly licked and licked the inside of Gil's thighs.

Gil groaned, her legs spread wide to give him unobstructed access. Tim stared, aroused, at the opening and closing of her sensual labia. As his tongue traced lines on her sensitive skin, Gil gasped and writhed, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes tightly.

“Come on, baby. Lick there, lick Mommy’s cunt, lick it. Hurry, hurry, baby.” Tim was surprised that she used the word “cunt.” Before they started these sex games, Tim had never heard her swear. Now, she was using every sex-related swear word he had ever heard. And it excited him, making him worry that he would ejaculate all over the carpet while sucking his mother.

Tim adjusted his position, sliding his hands and arms under her legs to lift them up. Gil cooperated by pulling her legs back and raising her knees. This new position put Tim at the same height as her open labia. He gently leaned forward, letting his tongue touch the soft petals. As his tongue slowly moved upwards along her labia minora, Gil sighed and pressed her buttocks against his moving tongue.

"Ah...baby, oh...God."

Tim hoped he wouldn't ejaculate. His penis was pressed against the ground, rubbing against the rough carpet, tickling him. He really wanted to sit up and bury his penis deep inside the cunt that his tongue was stroking. Even though all he could think about was her cunt, it was really difficult to focus on satisfying his mother instead of himself. He loved his mother's scent, licking incessantly from her buttocks up her swollen labia. Every now and then he would look up, aim, and watch her clitoris peek out from under her foreskin. He immediately targeted the small bud, enveloping it with his lips and sucking.

"Oh... God... it's so... stimulating, so... stimulating, oh... oh... suck, suck, suck harder, oh... my God, Mommy's coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..." Gil pushed her cunt upwards, pressing Tim's chin between her legs, burying his face in her wet, hot labia.

Tim sucked and released the clitoris with his lips, then lowered his target, probing the eager cave with his tongue. Gil's buttocks fell back to the ground, her legs wrapped around Tim's head, locking his mouth to her open cunt. The overflowing lustful fluids flooded her cave, smearing Tim's face.

While tongueing his mother, Tim rubbed rapidly on the rough carpet, ejaculating a thick stream of semen. Gilly opened her eyes as his penis still pressed against the floor. "Wait a minute, baby," she thought, "there'll be a warm crevice for you to fuck that big cock." She released a breath she'd been holding, a look of satisfaction on her face. "

I made her orgasm," Tim thought, "I made my own mother orgasm." He was indescribably happy.

Gilly lay on the floor with her legs spread like a mounted donkey. The position was extremely lewd, but she didn't care at all that her son was watching her lying there like an old whore. It was his fantastical sexuality that made all of this possible, so he should enjoy the privilege of watching to his heart's content.

"Tim, baby, this is amazing. You're making me so excited, I can barely hold back before your tongue is fully inside me and you start licking me. I've never felt so good before. I see you moving. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you later. More than you can imagine. Now, how about you take me upstairs and give me a good bath? I'll stand there and let you soap me up, rinse me off, and dry me off. Do you want that?" "Of course I do, Mom. Can I bathe as long as I want in every place?" "As long as you want, and I hope you'll stay longer in some places. My goodness, Tim, you're hard again. Oh... we're going to have a wonderful week, baby."

After an hour of cuddling in the bathroom, Tim and Gil needed a break. Tim went out to visit a friend; Gil, lying in bed, stretched and soon drifted off to sleep.

She slept for almost the entire afternoon. She dreamt of a cunt with legs running ahead, followed by a winged penis. Then, the penis led the cunt into a dead end. The cunt opened wide, and the large penis plunged right into the center. Then, Gil woke up. She didn't know what the dream meant, but without a doubt, her mind was preoccupied with what had happened with her son. Was

she ready to take her relationship with her son to real sex? Not just masturbation or blowjobs, but real fucking. Would she agree to let Tim fuck her cunt and spit his semen inside her? She certainly wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant, but his seed would still fill her vagina, flood her uterus, and fill her body with her son's semen and offspring. Her

son would hear her most private gasps and moans; he would see himself on his heels and shoulders, arching his body into a curve; he would feel himself eagerly thrusting his cunt, wanting to devour his hard cock. Her son would witness how she struggled to let a cock penetrate to the limits of the human body; he would hear the moans and cries of her open uterus welcoming her son's gushing cock as she reached orgasm.

Once her son has penetrated her cunt, she will no longer be just a mother. She will become his lover, like a prostitute, ready to be fucked and given oral sex whenever her son so desires. Once her cunt has tasted her son's big cock, she will no longer be able to refuse him.

Perhaps, a few days ago, she knew she had made up her mind; she knew she couldn't wait to feel what it would feel like for her son's amazing penis to slide between her swollen, wet, and hot labia. Just imagining her son's thick semen shooting into her body makes her vagina swell, her juices overflow, and her clitoris peek out from between her labia like a pearl in a jade clam.

She heard Tim come home… It was time.

“Honey, go take a shower first, I’ll be right down. I think we should grab something to eat later… how about some pizza?” “Okay, Mom. I’m not really hungry yet. Bill and I just had a hamburger.” Tim walked slowly past Gil’s bedroom door, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother, whether she was dressed or not, but the door was firmly shut. He really wanted to just push the door open and walk in, but he was still a little unsure if he could be so reckless. The situation was going very well, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

He finished his shower, put on jeans and a t-shirt, and then slipped into the family room and turned on the TV. A women's beach volleyball match was playing on TV, and his eyes were glued to the screen filled with bouncing breasts and buttocks.

He thought, "The blue team's server is pretty good, worth fucking; the one in the middle of the front row, if she begged me, I could do it too." When Gil appeared at the door, Tim was still lost in his fantasy.

Gil's short skirt just above her knees, white stockings tightly hugged her beautiful long legs, and on her delicate feet were a pair of dark blue high heels. Her coat was fitted and tailored, and her white shirt with ruffled edges was buttoned up with a large bow at the neckline. Her sexy lips were adorned with bright red lipstick, which perfectly complemented her reddish-brown long hair.

Tim had seen his mother dressed like this, the way she'd left for work, countless times before. He was always captivated by her beauty. She looked like one of those professional models in a magazine. But this time, Tim's face fell.

"Is she asking you to work overtime? I thought we'd be... ah, you know... spending the night together." A Mona Lisa-like smile flickered across Gil's face. "No, I don't need to work overtime. I'll be in the kitchen." She turned and went into the hallway.

Tim watched his mother's firm buttocks sway, feeling his penis swell slightly. God, she's so sexy, he thought. He suddenly realized something—it was all for him... she dressed like this for him. Tim jumped up and followed his mother into the kitchen.

Gil stood by the sink, leaning forward slightly, just as she had when they first met. Tim paused, then walked through the kitchen and stood behind her. He hesitated only briefly before leaning forward, placing his already erect and hard penis between her firm, beautiful buttocks. As his massive member parted Gil's buttocks, she sighed. She gently leaned back, pressing the erect glans against him.

Tim slowly rubbed his penis against her upturned buttocks. He thrust into Gil, just as he had done many times before. Only then, her father was behind them. Now that no one was around, he no longer had to worry about anyone stopping him from thrusting his engorged penis between his mother's round, warm buttocks. Tim didn't waste any time; he slid his hands under her arms and lifted her breasts, which were encased in her tight coat. They felt different, softer. He tried to unbutton the coat. But the buttonholes were tight, and he couldn't open them no matter how many times he tried.

"Pull it open, pull hard," she said, rubbing her buttocks against his penis.

Tim pulled hard, and two buttons fell into the sink. He held Gilly's breasts in his hands, feeling the erect nipples between his fingers. Now he knew why it was different; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm breasts, full and warm, rose and fell with her wanton breaths. Tim didn't even think about unbuttoning his shirt. His trembling hands tore open the front, reaching inside to caress the two mounds of white flesh.

"Oh, God, Tim, oh, God, play with them, baby, they need your caresses." Tim was eager to grant her moaning wish. He twisted, squeezed, and rubbed the erect nipples with his thumb and forefinger, while pressing his swollen penis into his mother's buttocks. Finally, he realized he was about to penetrate her folded little hole. He usually couldn't go that deep; there was only one situation that allowed him to.

Tim held Gil's hips, turning her to face him. He lowered his waist, reaching his hand inside Gil's skirt, but the tight fabric prevented him from going much further. He pulled his hand back down, grabbing the hem of the skirt and slowly pushing it up. The hem passed the top of the stockings, revealing the red garter belt. Then, her pubic hair-covered labia came into view. It seemed he had guessed correctly; she was braless—nothing at all, neither obstructing his view nor hindering his hands.

Tim's hand covered Gil's throbbing, wet vulva, eliciting a groan from her. She leaned forward, her red lips pressed against Tim's. Gil's soft tongue slipped into Tim's mouth, their tongues entwining in a duel, sucking at the nectar dripping from their close contact.

Tim's fingers slid along her swollen, open labia, finally touching the small, white bud that had already emerged from her opening. Gil let out a low growl and bit Tim's lip.

"Put your fingers in, baby, two... three... all of them. Oh, God, oh, God." Gil trembled in a tsunami of pleasure.

Tim inserted two fingers into the already overflowing opening, then another. He leaned down and sucked one of Gil's nipples into his mouth. Gilly was gushing like a leaky faucet. Her cunt was like a little mouth, sucking on Tim's fingers. Tim really wanted to grab his own cock, rub it, find something to fuck, anything... his hand, or her cunt... any hole would do. He pressed his hips against Gilly's thighs, making Gilly feel her son's huge, erect cock sticking against her legs like a telephone pole.

"Take it off, take your cock off, hurry up, Tim, take it off. Now, right now," Gilly whispered.

Tim removed his hand from her cunt and unbuckled his belt. He pulled down the zipper, and his jeans fell to the floor. Then he used his thumb to pull down his underwear and casually dragged them to the other side of the room. He stood naked from the waist down, his penis as hard as iron, beside his mother, continuing to fondle Gil's cunt.

Gil grasped the base of Tim's penis and thrust upwards. They stood shoulder to shoulder, Gil's right hand caressing Tim's penis, Tim's right hand rubbing Gil's cunt. This made Tim desperately want to ejaculate; his penis was on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, Tim thought of a way. He already knew how to satisfy his desires, and now he would no longer avoid it. He shifted his body slightly until he was facing his mother directly. Then, leaning forward against Gil, Tim crouched down and placed his knees between Gil's legs, spreading them apart. As he straightened up, Tim thrust his hips forward, finally feeling the head of his penis touch his mother's wet, burning labia.

This contact excited both mother and son. Tim's penis continued to push between her swollen labia. Gil crouched down, pushing herself forward, her entrance wide open to her son's frenzied penis. Tim could feel his large penis entering his mother's wet, throbbing vagina, the vaginal muscles parting and then tightly wrapping around his shaft until he reached her uterus.

Tim thrust upwards, and Gil's buttocks rose with his penis, sliding down onto the table.

Her legs wrapped around Tim's waist, her heels sinking into her son's strong buttocks. Tim's penis was only halfway in when he began ejaculating his thick semen inside his mother. Gil's body also gushed with vaginal fluid, crying out as she felt the sweet fusion of their bodies.

"Tim... oh my god, your cock, your cock, Tim... Mom's coming, I'm coming." "Mom, Mom, oh... I came, I came, it felt so good, oh my god, it felt so good. I'm fucking you, fucking your cunt, I came inside. Oh... Mom, I came." Even as the passion began to subside, neither of them stopped, continuing to thrust, pushing him deeper into her overflowing vagina. For both of them, this was the most intense orgasm they had ever experienced.

"Oh, deeper, baby, in, in."

"I wish I could put my whole balls inside you, Mommy." "That would be so wonderful, baby. If you could put even your balls in, Mommy would love you to death. Actually, I really want to stuff my whole body inside you. Isn't it terrible to admit this to people? Especially to my own son, the one who just gave me the best fucking of my life. How am I supposed to thank my son for giving me the best fucking?" "Hmm, Mommy, you can start by letting him fuck you again." Tim pulled his penis out of Gil's body, which made her protest. Tim turned her body around, making her bend over towards the pool. This was the position where it all began, the position he had always wanted to fuck her in. Fuck her hard. Gil's skirt was still bunched up at her waist, her beautiful, round buttocks, the bright red garter belt, and the white stockings were all on display. Tim's still-hard-as-steel cock was inserted into Gil's swollen, overflowing labia, throbbing between her slightly parted thighs.

"Oh, baby, yes, put it inside Mommy, put that big iron rod into Mommy's cunt." Tim watched his enormous cock slowly stretch open his mother's cunt. This time, he decided to fuck his mother slowly, giving them both time to enjoy it. He felt his penis pressing against his mother's uterus, so he pulled it out and then pushed it back in. Gil cried out like a kitten begging for milk.

Tim began to maintain a steady thrusting rhythm. Gilly gripped the cabinet tightly, letting out wanton moans with each thrust into her tight hole.

Looking at his mother's sexy buttocks and holding her shapely waist, Tim thought his mother was incredibly sexy.

He had been waiting for so long to fuck her cunt. So long that he couldn't fuck her the way he had planned, and instead thrust faster and faster. Until the thick semen inside his balls churned and sprayed from the head of his relentlessly thrusting cock into his mother's cunt.

"Mom, I came, I came."

"Me too, baby. Mommy couldn't hold back either, Mommy wants your big cock, I really need it, I really need it, oh... Tim..." Gil's whole body began to tremble, her overflowing vaginal fluid spraying onto Tim's cock and flowing down her own legs. God, she thought, he's such a good slut.

Tim pressed his stomach tightly against his mother's body until his knees began to tremble. He stepped back and sat at the table. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath. Gil was still standing, backed up to the edge of the sink, panting, naked from chest to vagina, her legs spread apart.

"I'm sorry, Mom, for ruining your coat and shirt. I didn't mean to tear them." "It's okay, baby. It's an old outfit, and I meant for you to tear it anyway. Maybe there'll be other things to tear too. I think we'll have some crazy sex." "Mom, you said you'd sleep with me tonight, are you serious?" "Yes, but I think I've changed my mind." "Oh, Mom, why?"

"Oh, you can sleep with me in bed tonight, baby, but I doubt we'll actually sleep together.

Unless your cock and tongue get too tired to get up." Gil chuckled.

"Or your mouth, cunt, and ass can't take it anymore," Tim said.

"My ass? Who said my ass has anything to do with it?"

"I love your ass."

"Oh my god. My ass. I know we can't sleep."

The contact, caresses, and finally, sex in the kitchen had Tim's heart pounding, and he couldn't wait to take his mother to bed. He knew that the day he could finally be in charge had finally arrived. Through Gil's reaction, Tim could also sense that his mother was ready for the final climax of their little game. They went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes, and Tim, of course, hoped to look even sexier, his hands never leaving Gil's ass the whole way. Tim picked out a pair of boxer briefs-like pajamas, while Gil stood naked in front of the closet looking at her own.

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs, and someone opened the back door to the kitchen. Gil glanced at her watch in surprise…it was almost 9:30. Who would come at this hour?

“Hello, Gil…are you home? Hello?”

Gil recognized Cindy Harris; besides Kelly, Cindy was Gil’s best friend.

“Oh no,” she thought, “what does she want now?”

“Just coming down, Cindy. Have a seat.” Ugh, Gil thought. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I’d better get her out of here. A soft knock came at the door. She quickly ran to open the door.

Tim's eyes were fixed on the nipples, erect from the cold air, before moving down to Gil's pubic hair. Stepping inside, Tim knelt on the floor, grabbing Gil's buttocks and pulling her closer.

Before Gil could even understand what was happening, Tim's wet tongue had already parted Gil's labia, licking her still sensitive clitoris. Gil let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Before Gil could stop him, Tim's large, fleshy tongue had already moved in and out of her wet labia seven or eight times. Gil groaned, immediately returning to her aroused state.

“Tim, no, please, stop. I need to get dressed and go downstairs. She’ll think it’s weird if I don’t go down or let her up.” “Let her order a pizza, we’re going to order one anyway. That’ll keep her busy for a while,” Tim said. “If she gets her way, she can talk all night. I want to go to bed with you sooner.” “I told you, you can do whatever you want to me… I’ll decide the timing.” “Tell her, it’s important,” Tim insisted.

Gil was talking to Cindy downstairs, persuading her to order a pizza while Gil prepared.

“Okay, what’s so important?”

Tim pulled down his pajama bottoms. His erect penis, the purplish-red glans, was between his legs. He pulled Gil to the bedside.

"Lie down for a bit, okay?"

Gil was a little reluctant, but she did as Tim said. He probably wants to bring me to orgasm, she thought, okay, it won't take long. After the quick end of the afternoon, Gil's pussy was still unbearably itchy. She knew she wanted to hold her son's penis in her hands and believe that it would bring them both to orgasm in a few minutes.

She spread her legs to make room for her son on the bed, watching him kneel between her legs and begin kissing her trembling lower abdomen. Her son's wet lips and tongue moved upwards, conquering both her nipples. Gil gently arched her back and put her already swollen nipples into her son's mouth.

Tim teased Gil's nipples repeatedly with his mouth, lightly pecking at the erect, tender flesh with his teeth. Tim's pink tongue flicked back and forth, ravaging the light brown sensitive nerves around the shaft. Tim's drooling mouth swallowed Gil's entire breast, sucking incessantly. At first, it was gentle, then slowly turned into a greedy predation.

His mouth swallowed Gil's nipple, areola, and even most of her breast. It was as if Tim really wanted to tear it off and eat it.

Gil wished that Tim would really devour her; she wanted to moan, to cry out, to grab him, to bite him, and then to ejaculate, to climax. Her vagina was already overflowing, the gushing water soaking her passage and her petal-like labia.

Suddenly, Tim's mouth left... Where did it go? What happened? Gil needed it... that soft tongue, those fleshy lips... Now... she couldn't just retreat like this. She grabbed Tim's head, leaving wet, slippery tracks up and down his lower abdomen, pushing him down, lower still.

Tim's lips had already caught the pubic hair on Gil's mons pubis in his mouth, making a rustling sound. It made the fleshy cleft below tingle. Gil spread her legs wider to give Tim enough space... then arched her back again, hoping her son's mouth would suck on the clitoris that peeked out from under the foreskin like a little chick.

Tim kissed the slit between her swollen labia, licking it downwards with his tongue, then nibbling at Gil's labia majora like a bird pecking at food, then her labia minora, and finally her wet opening. Every now and then he would turn back and peck at her labia minora, mixing his saliva with Gil's sticky love juice.

Tim slipped his arms under Gil's thighs, then grasped her firm, round, sexy buttocks. He scooted up, his stomach pressed against the bed, directly facing Gil's pink, lustful vulva, dripping with vaginal fluid, seemingly panting with her mouth open. At this point, Gil had completely lost control of herself. Cindy was long forgotten. Her hands slid down her smooth skin, her delicate fingers parting her already soaked vulva, revealing her fleshy clitoris. Now, all she wanted was to stuff Tim's entire head into her thirsty paradise.

"Suck me, baby. Put it in your mouth, take Mommy's vulva in, baby. Lick it, please, baby, let me lose it. Right now, I want it so badly. Turn around, let me play with your cock too.

I want to suck it properly. I want to touch your big iron rod."

Tim had been waiting for this moment all day, and he didn't care whether Cindy was there or not. Although he knew his mother had just greeted Cindy, he still didn't want Cindy to walk in and witness their good time.

"Tell Cindy you're coming down right away, but tell her the pizza delivery is coming... tell her quickly, don't wait for her to come up." Gil didn't want to be disturbed while being sucked and licked... Actually, she wanted to be fucked too... who cared about Cindy? However, her last bit of rationality told her that she had to find a way to prevent Cindy from having any chance to come upstairs and into her bedroom.

"Coming, Cindy," she called out. "Wait for me to bring the pizza, I'll be down in a bit.

The money's in the little jar on the kitchen counter. I... I need to take a shower." "Okay, if I'm not asleep by then," Cindy replied.

"Hurry up, baby," Jill whispered to Tim. "Suck my pussy, hurry up. I'm going to die if I don't orgasm soon." Jill tried to grab Tim's hard penis that was pressed between her stomach and the mattress. But she soon gave up because of Tim's tongue.

Tim buried his face in Jill's hot, wet labia and her dripping pussy, moaning softly. His tongue swayed and explored, reaching all the way to her paradise.

A throbbing sensation came from deep within Gil's throat. Good heavens, he was amazing. Every thrust hit me right where it hurt. In a few more seconds, she would climax.

At that moment, Tim stopped, lifting his head from Gil's open, pink flesh.

Gil groaned, "No, don't stop, baby. Lick, lick, suck me, baby. Sucking Mommy's clitoris—let me cum, baby. Let Mommy climax. Please, please. We can't make too much noise, she'll hear us." But Tim knew what he was doing. He had long wanted to arouse his mother to the point where she couldn't refuse anything he wanted to do. Now, he was sure his mother was ready.

Tim slid his hands under his mother's buttocks and lifted her up. Before him lay his target, his ultimate reward. Beneath that flowing, wet cunt, the folds of flesh between two round, firm buttocks were so clean, a delicate pinkish-brown, closing tightly as Gil thrust upwards.

Tim extended his tongue, lowering his head as much as possible, his tongue tip just touching Gil's tightly closed anus. Gil gasped. Tim's tongue licked again.

"No, baby, not there, not there."

Tim's tongue licked Gil's buttocks again, and Gil's body trembled violently. Tim raised his head, staring again at the tightly closed flesh ring. Then he lowered his head, sticking out his tongue and plunging it into his mother's anus.

Gil sobbed, panting as if she were about to burst. She cooperated by hugging her thighs, lifting them to either side of her head.

"Oh my God, oh my God. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, it's killing me. Oh... God... Your tongue is in my anus, in my anus. Oh, God, it's so filthy, so lewd. Lick me, baby. I keep coming. Oh, it's coming again, I'm coming again. Oh... your tongue, oh, God, your tongue is in my ass. You've always wanted my ass, haven't you, baby?

I never thought you'd fuck me."

Tim thrust into Gil again and again. His anus made her sob and writhe incessantly. The feeling was indescribable.

She never imagined her own son would do this, would do such a thing to his own mother.

With each thrust of Tim's tongue, her buttocks twitched and trembled involuntarily. She never thought she would like this. But now, she thought she might never be able to part with her son's filthy tongue. Gil couldn't wait to repay her beloved son.

"Give me your cock. I want to suck you. Hurry up, I want your big iron rod in my mouth." Tim crawled around on the bed and moved his big cock next to Gil's face. Throughout the process, Tim's tongue never left Gil's welcoming buttocks. Tim had never done anything so stimulating in his life. Suddenly, Tim's penis was enveloped in a velvety, smooth passage. Gil's moist lips kept swallowing until she could feel Tim's glans, dripping with love juice, almost touching the back of her throat.

Tim felt Gil swallowing continuously, and his penis sank deeper and deeper. Gil swallowed again, and Tim knew it was in his throat now. Gil's hand continued to stroke the penis protruding from her mouth, her head moving back and forth, letting Tim's penis slide in and out of her throat. She was giving him deepthroating. This was a first for both of them.

Gil really wanted to suck her son's entire body in. Later, after Cindy left, she realized she had almost let her son fuck her brains raw. Tomorrow, they could sleep all day. Actually, she wanted to tell her son that if he wanted, he could fuck his own mother for the rest of his life.

Just then, Gil felt Tim's balls trembling, and his large glans began to swell terribly. Gil hadn't sucked on his penis from beginning to end, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen. Of course, she certainly didn't expect that the gushing semen would flood her cherry lips and shoot all the way into her stomach. One spurt after another shot through her throat until her mouth was full, overflowing and running down her chin. In the brief intervals between ejaculations, Gille tasted her son's semen; it was quite pleasant.

Tim continued, tongueing his way into his mother's anus while simultaneously ejaculating his large load into her mouth. The thick semen gushing down her throat, the tongue moving in and out of her anus, the sight of her son's face between her writhing hips—all of this exceeded Gille's limits, triggering another orgasm. They remained pressed together for several minutes, until their trembling and shaking gradually subsided, then they rolled to the edge of the bed, lying side-by-side, panting.

They heard a car stop in front of the house.

"Pissah's here," Tim managed to squeeze out.

They were all waiting for the doorbell to ring so Cindy could open the door. But all they heard was the door open and close. The car drove off again. A voice came from the front door.

"Hello, Cindy. How are you? Where did everyone go?"

"Oh my God," Gil said, "it's your dad!"

Tim tumbled off the bed, stumbled to his shorts, and headed for the bedroom door. Gil grabbed the sheet and pulled it off the bed.

"Quick, baby, hurry up." She stopped, looking at her son and her lover. "Tim... come here." "Why?"

"Come here," she said, quickly moving to Tim's side. She wrapped her arms around Tim's neck, the sheet falling to the floor.

“Thank you, my love, it’s absolutely exquisite. Whatever you want, whenever you want, whatever you want, I’m yours.” She looked into Tim’s eyes. “Anything, you understand?” “You mean…” “I mean anything! Now, get out of here.”

Tim smiled and left the room, running down the hallway. Gil grabbed the sheets and retreated into the bathroom. Before closing the door, she sprayed some air freshener in the room. In the bathroom, she stuffed the sheets into the laundry basket and turned on the shower.

Stepping into the warm water flowing from the showerhead, Gil was still trembling with nervousness and excitement. She quickly lathered herself with soap, washing away all traces of their lovemaking, but her vulva and buttocks were still unbearably itchy, twitching intermittently. Good heavens, she longed for the time to insert her son's erect penis into her thirsty cunt. She had already let her son fuck her… so she was ready for him to bury his scalding hot rod into her greedy cave. She wondered when this would transform from an impromptu game into a new way of life.

Less than a minute later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey, surprise you, I'm back. How are you?" He pushed the door a few times. "Why was the door locked? Cindy said you'd been upstairs for a while. Oh, and the pizza's been delivered," her husband Thomas said.

“I kept the door locked while you were gone. I didn’t want to run into anything while I was showering. I might have eaten something bad, but I feel much better now. How did you get home? How’s the case?” “The client agreed to a settlement, so they called me while I was still on the plane. I got off in Chicago and went straight on the next flight back. Where’s Tim?” “In his room, I guess. You’d better tell him the pizza’s here. I’ll be done soon. Why don’t you keep Cindy company before you go downstairs? It’s great that you’re back.” She tried to convince herself it was true, but the truth was, she wasn’t happy at all that her husband was home.

A few minutes later, she rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Cindy, Tim, and Thomas were munching on pizza.

“We’ve all been waiting for you,” Thomas grinned.

“Yeah, one pig waiting for another,” Tim laughed.

“I was almost thinking you were up there having sex with your lover,” Cindy said.

Tim coughed.

“Slow down, Tim, there’s plenty of pizza,” Thomas said.

“It’s so delicious,” Tim said, “I think I was too hasty.” “I can’t taste it. I still have a weird taste in my mouth,” Gil said sternly.

Tim coughed even harder.

“Be careful, Tim. Otherwise I’ll have to practice my doggy style,” Cindy said.

Tim’s face turned red. Gil chuckled. Thomas grinned.

“I think you mean the back hug (the action of hugging someone from behind and pressing your fist against their diaphragm when they choke). Translator’s note,” he said.

This time it was Cindy’s turn to blush. “Oh, yes, I think so,” she laughed. “But he’s really handsome.” “I must say, at his age, he would definitely prefer your method, Cindy,” Gil said, still wiping away tears of laughter.

“Mommy~” Tim said.

“Gil, you’re making me blush. I think our Tim is still too young. He probably hasn’t even heard of these things before,” Thomas said.

Cindy turned to face Tim, extending an arm to pull him close, her 38C breasts pressing firmly against his muscular chest.

"We were just teasing you, Tim. I didn't mean for you to be embarrassed," she said.

Cindy was surprised to find Tim's rock-hard penis pressing against her. "Damn," she thought, "this kid has a huge dick." Tim loved the feeling of Cindy's breasts against his chest, and of course, he didn't mind the way her hands brushed against her buttocks when she raised them behind her back. His penis, sensing Cindy's warm body surrounding it, sprang to life. Cindy didn't let her go immediately. Her pussy was itching.

The perceptive Gil didn't miss the subtle hint of excitement they both displayed. However, she didn't like it. "Why don't we sit down in the family room and eat together?" Thomas picked up the pizza box, while Cindy carried the paper plate and napkins.

"Tim, can you get me a drink?" Gil said. She and Tim lagged behind as the other two left.

"Don't eat too much," Gil said with a smile. She patted her pocket. "I'll get your dad one of his sleeping pills. If you'd like, of course?" "I'm so hard, I could punch a hole in wood."

"Just don't punch a hole in Cindy."

"Mom." "

Don't whine to me. I saw you two pushing and shoving each other." Tim laughed. "Her tits are really nice. And her ass is good too." Gil glanced at him.

"Mom, I was just kidding. You're everything I need. Judging from her movements, a month ago Cindy would have let me fuck her... and Kelly too. Ever since you started flirting with me, it seems like all of them are now willing to do it too. I don't know why." "I know. You have that kind of aura. You're full of confidence. That's a sign that women are looking for in a man to fuck. Especially when other women already find you attractive and are willing to fuck you. Okay, we need to get in there quickly, or we won't know what we'll be doing next." "I know what I want to do." "Later, baby, later," she whispered. "Maybe someday I'll let you sleep with Cindy and Kelly." "Oh my god, Mom. You've got me all wet. I'm so hard I could hang half a dozen drinks on it." "Canned or bottled?" she said.

Gil paused abruptly at the door of the family room. Tim bumped into her, burying his erect penis between her buttocks, making Gil sigh with satisfaction. Gil even rubbed her buttocks against her son's swollen penis. After a while, she went inside. Tim tried his best to hide his big penis.

Thirty minutes later, Thomas felt too tired to continue. Cindy also came home. Gil also said it was time for bed. Tim locked the door and returned to his room. Only his mother discreetly squeezed his penis, hinting at the possibility of further development.

Tim really wanted to grab his massive member and give it a good rub. However, his mother had said she would want a lot that night, and Tim didn't want to disappoint her. Whatever she wanted, he had to be prepared. Although his mother had told him she would always satisfy any of Tim's requests, Tim was still a little uneasy. However, just as he heard the door creak open, he froze.

Suddenly, Gil appeared like a ghost in the bright moonlight. Even in such dim light, he could clearly see Gil's erect nipples beneath her sexy sheer nightgown. Every time Tim saw her, his lover, he felt she was more beautiful than the last.

Gil stopped in front of Tim, slowly lifting the hem of her robe... little by little... over her head, exposing her entire body to her son. Her breasts and nipples were thrust forward, her smooth back arched, her long legs slightly parted, and her pubic mound, covered in down, peeked out from between her legs, like a gift prepared for Tim's penis.

Gil floated lightly to Tim, her knees sliding down to her knees, and her two gentle hands cupped Tim's enormous penis. Gil already held a handful of warm massage oil in her hands, massaging Tim's skin with it. The oil made his already burning body even hotter.

Gil's fingers, as light as a bird's wings, played with Tim's penis. Tim leaned back, wanting to thrust his massive member into the woman's flower, to release the copious amount of semen he had accumulated from the previous teasing. Gil knew perfectly well what was going on, yet she continued to play with it… touching his now slippery penis like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Tim could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Gil, placed her on the bed, and prepared to insert his rock-hard member.

"Come on...I want you to sit on me...I want to put it in before I cum." "Okay, baby, I'll let you. But first, I want to watch you shoot your thick, white semen into the air, onto my face, my stomach, my breasts, all over my body. Your agar, please, baby, cover my whole body with your agar." Turning around, she grabbed his penis with both hands and started stroking it.

"No. I always let you have your way. You said today that you could do whatever you want, anytime. So, turn over, turn over." He grabbed Gil's waist and, with a little force, turned her over and made her lie face down on the bed.

"Kneel up."

When Gil got up, Tim was already playing with her wet cunt with his fingers. Gil was already incredibly aroused, with drops of moisture beginning to overflow between her labia. She spread her knees apart to make it easier for Tim to move.

"Okay, baby, if this is what you want, then Mommy wants it too. Put your alluring cock into Mommy's cunt, all the way in, baby, all the way in. Fill me up with your white, creamy juices, fill me up." Gil buried her head in Tim's pillow, her round, firm buttocks raised high in the moonlight. Tim knelt behind Gil and leaned forward. His tongue licked Gil's cunt, thrusting in and out in her wetness.

Gil moaned ecstatically. Then Tim licked up and down her swollen labia, exploring between the two pink, swaying petals, causing Gil to sob and gasp.

Tim lowered his body a little further, teasing Gil's clitoris with his tongue... A gurgling sound came from her throat, and her buttocks involuntarily arched higher. Tim then raised his head, probing the tip of his supple tongue into Gil's folded cave. Gil's buttocks trembled up and down, thrusting back, hoping to find an outlet for the pleasure that was about to erupt like a volcano.

Tim lifted his body slightly, leaning forward a little, and positioned his oil-coated penis about a foot behind Gil's delicate pink anus. Then, in one fluid motion, he slid his large penis into Gil's anus. With each inch of his penis entering, Gil grunted like a sow in heat. She wanted to scream, to stop this intruder, to tell him that she was his mother, but the reality was that she was experiencing an orgasm of pleasure she had never felt before. The

gradually subsiding orgasm allowed Gil to calm down a little; she could feel Tim's penis still penetrating deeper, even though his thighs were already pressed against her firm buttocks. Tim paused, then began to move slowly. He first pulled out slowly, until Gil was surprised at how much he had penetrated her, then slowly pushed in again. He filled his mother's passage with his large flesh until his legs slapped against her tight buttocks again.

Gil thought it would hurt; she knew her son would fuck her ass sooner or later, so she was afraid of pain. But Tim penetrated her ass when she least expected it, and now she was hoping for Tim to move again, hoping for him to thrust hard into her.

Tim started moving again, and Gil straightened up to welcome the fleshy intruder, wanting that hard cock to go even deeper. Tim began to speed up his movements, and Gil also increased the frequency of her thrusts. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from their point of contact. Gilly was reluctant to admit it, but she had been anticipating this moment ever since Tim first played with her shapely buttocks by the pool.

She knew Tim was her own son, and she knew perfectly well that this was an illicit affair. But at this moment, everything else was merely embellishment to this spectacular act of intercourse.

"Mommy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum in your ass." "Yes, in your ass, baby. You cum in Mommy's ass, baby. Cum, baby, cum in my ass, cum all your semen inside." "Now, Mommy, now... I'm cumming inside you."

"I can feel it, baby, oh, I can feel it. Oh... I'm going to cum too, oh... oh, God, you cute little slut. Fuck Mommy's ass, fuck it hard. I'm going to cum, Mommy's cumming.

Oh... ah... oh, fuck... fuck."

Gil lay face down on Tim's pillow, his huge cock still inside Gil's asshole.

Tim stretched out his arm, supporting his body, and leaned forward, stroking Gil's neck with his nose.

"I did it, I finally fucked your asshole," he whispered.

"I bet you're still fucking me right now. Or maybe someone's shoved a broomstick down my ass." As Tim's penis softened, Gil squeezed her sphincter.

"I can't believe I enjoy the feeling of your big cock in there so much. I hope you're ready to make fucking my ass a regular thing." "Oh my god, Mom, I definitely will... at least once or twice a month." Gil groaned. "Oh, Tim." "Too much? How much are you thinking of?"

Gil chuckled. "I'm thinking of at least once or twice a week." She said.

Gil jiggled her round, beautiful ass, contracting and relaxing her anal muscles, taking Tim's penis almost all the way in.

The conversation about ass-fucking, and the muscle activity in Mom's anus, made Tim's penis swell again.

"Why don't we do it again?" Tim whispered. "Let's start settling accounts for this week first." "Your cock just sitting inside me is making my cunt itch unbearably. You'd better fuck me quickly, otherwise... oh my god, I'm going to cum without you, baby. Oh... baby... put it in, put it in." Tim pulled back a little, then plunged his now rock-hard penis deep into Mom's tunnel.

"Oh... God. It's unbelievable, I've already come, baby, Mommy's come. Oh..." Tim didn't stop, continuing to slam his huge penis hard into Gil's tight rectum. Gil's smooth, firm buttocks pressed against Tim's stomach, wishing Tim would penetrate her completely. Tim also felt his semen rising, a tickling sensation coming from the base of his thighs, the scalding semen seemed to be boiling, about to gush out from the head of his penis.

"Mom, oh, Mom, I'm coming too, now, I've shot, shot, oh..." The son's semen sprayed all over the inner walls of her anus, full, everywhere. Her own son was riding her passionately, like a mother donkey. He wasn't just fucking his mother, he was fucking her anus too. Just thinking about this passion sent shivers of orgasm through Gil's cunt and rectum. She trembled all over as if she had seen some strange animal. Her buttocks thrust violently backward, filling her with her son's thick penis.

At that moment, apart from being able to feel a penis parting her buttocks and inserting into her anus, she felt as if she had become deaf and blind, losing consciousness of everything around her. She fell onto the bed, the weight behind her gone. She had flown away from Earth, disappearing into the vast universe like dust.

Several hours later, Gil woke up. Tim was still curled up beside her, his arms wrapped around her.

His limp penis was pressed against her waist. She shifted off the bed, using two fingers to lift the limp shaft until she could put the glans in her mouth. She sucked almost the entire limp shaft in, then held it in her mouth for several minutes.

When she began to feel Tim's penis swell, she released it from between her lips, letting it dangle on Tim's thighs. She stood by the bed, wiping the semen stains from her cunt and legs with Tim's underwear.

She didn't want to go back to her husband with semen still dripping from her cunt and anus. She pulled the sheet over Tim and tiptoed out of the room.

In Gil's own room, her husband was snoring softly. She quietly lay down on her side of the bed, waiting for her buttocks to warm up a bit before pressing against Thomas. She wished it were her son beside her. If that were the case, she would mount him and fuck him until he passed out.

Gil smiled to herself, remembering that it all started because her son wanted to get a box of cereal.

As she drifted off to sleep, she was still thinking about her lewd youngest son. Little did she know that for the next few years, she would eat her fill every night before going to bed.

Sleepy-eyed, Tim rolled out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed for school. A week of exams and non-stop parties over the weekend had left him exhausted. This week should be a little easier, he thought; all he had to do was show up and prepare for graduation. Still squinting, he stumbled into the kitchen.

Dad was reading the newspaper at the table, and Mom was standing by the sink, looking at several plates, preparing to put them in the dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her, leaned forward, and reached for the cereal box in the cabinet above her head. Tim opened the cabinet door with one hand and reached for the cereal with the other, which caused him to completely lose his balance and fall towards Mom.

Gil? Morgan was the manager of a large manufacturing company. At 47, she still maintained the graceful figure of a woman in her twenties, and as usual, she was wearing her business skirt suit and white blouse. Her

coat was draped over a chair next to her. Under the short skirt, she wore a small pair of nylon stockings and sexy pantyhose, which tightly wrapped her two buttocks together. When Tim fell towards her, his cock, which was tall due to his morning erection, was right in the middle of the crack formed by her two buttocks. However, this was a big event for both of them. Both of them were keenly aware of the nature of this contact.

"Tim!"

He struggled to regain his balance and stood upright. For a brief moment, his semi-erect cock was trying to penetrate her ass. In the process, his cock became harder and harder until it was as hard as a steel pipe.

"Sorry, Mom, I just wanted to sneak in to get some cereal." He braced himself for a scolding.

"I could tell you were trying to sneak in, but I didn't know where you went. Next time, be more careful." She turned slightly to him, her smile catching his eye.

He was a little surprised by her answer, glancing at his father to see if he'd noticed their conversation, but he remained engrossed in his newspaper as usual.

"I will next time," he said. Now, he really didn't understand why he'd said something so stupid. It just made things worse. But she didn't respond, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He quickly finished his breakfast and ran out the door to school.

Throughout the conversation, Gil continued thrusting at the plate, but the sensation of her son's large penis pressing against her buttocks lingered. It had been quite a while since an erect penis had pressed against her shapely backside. Her husband, Thomas, had limited his sexual activity to a traditional missionary position every two weeks for nearly a few years. She was a lawyer, her mind preoccupied with nothing but his cases. In fact, he was averse to anything that appeared sexy. Meanwhile, Gil, a natural sex symbol, was increasingly frustrated with her sex life. When her son rubbed against her buttocks, she was slightly surprised and somewhat remorseful at the lewd thoughts that arose within her. For a fleeting moment, she wished he would stay on top of her for at least an hour.

Tim had never considered his mother a sexual object. Well, at most, he'd glance at her underwear and bras in the laundry basket. Her 36C bra size gave him a reference point for judging the breast sizes of the girls at school, and the perfume emanating from her worn underwear was enough to give him at least two masturbations. Although he had never sexually associated her firm, perky buttocks, now his mind was completely blank.

At the end of the day, he walked home, unable to recall anything that had happened during the day. His day at school was like a blank. His mother's round, firm buttocks filled his mind and his penis. Every time he recalled that scene by the pool, his penis became as hard as a telephone pole.

Although Tim had masturbated until he was numb the night before, he still didn't have the courage to go and have sex with her again the next morning. His father had eagle eyes; if he discovered Tim's thoughts, he would kill him. However, Tim was sitting at the table, his position directly facing that coveted buttocks. Gil's movements as she wiped the dishes made her buttocks sway back and forth, like a little red flag waving at Tim. Before long, he regretted that he should have gone to get the cereal box as usual that morning. He vowed that tomorrow morning he would put his big cock between those swaying buttocks.

Gil quickly realized that Tim had been careful that morning, not pressing himself against her to reach for his cereal box.

She felt a tiny bit disappointed.

"God, Gil," she said to herself, "what's wrong with that? You're upset because your own son didn't put his cock between your buttocks?" Just before that, she had been thinking about Tim's exposed big cock between her bare buttocks. She quickly shook off the thought, said goodbye, and rushed out of the room, letting the drive to work occupy her chaotic thoughts.

Wednesday morning was a bright, sunny day. Tim got out of bed as soon as the alarm rang. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his hard penis from tearing holes in the door, towel, and underwear. In the last minute, he pulled his underwear down; he wanted to feel his mother's firm buttocks, but the underwear was still an extra layer of obstruction. He didn't want to change his usual routine too much, otherwise his parents would become suspicious. Besides, if he got out too early, his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing chores yet. Just as his mother finished rinsing the first cup, he went into the kitchen. As he walked towards the sink, he cautiously watched his father. He believed his father's newspaper had blocked his view, and he wouldn't see what was about to happen unless his mother attracted attention. This time, before moving closer to Gil, Tim positioned himself behind her. His aim was flawless. His erect penis was perfectly positioned between his mother's round, pert buttocks. As his weight pulled him deeper into the crevice, he rose on his tiptoes. The movement looked like manipulation, and for a moment he struck that ancient rhythm against his mother's buttocks.

This blatant contact made Gil gasp, her mind recording the size and hardness of his penis.

She was completely speechless and could only stand motionless until he took out his cereal and slowly ended this obviously sensual thrust. Before she could regain her composure, he was already at the table, pouring cereal into a bowl. As he poured the milk, she turned to look at him. But the sight of the milk mingling with the cereal rings was so suggestive that she couldn't say anything more.

"Did you find everything you wanted?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom, I found everything."

"Good, I'm pretty sure you found what you wanted." They were both taken aback by her words. She didn't understand why she would say something that seemed to condone his actions. On the other hand, Tim couldn't believe that she hadn't scolded him for his behavior, but instead implied that she understood what he was trying to do and didn't want to stop him.

School was even harder than Monday. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and ran to the bathroom to masturbate against the wall until he ejaculated twice. This made him feel a little better, but his penis only softened slightly. He wondered how his mother would treat him that night.

After Tim went to school and her husband went to work, Gil still had fifteen minutes before she had to leave. She felt like she was in a fog. She found it hard to accept the fact that her son had taken advantage of her. She almost didn't doubt that Monday morning was an accident, but what happened today was definitely what it was, and there couldn't be anything else.

Tim had planned to press his hard penis against her buttocks, and even after the initial contact, he pushed upwards, making his actions even more sexually suggestive. Her first reaction was to hope that her husband hadn't seen it.

For the next few seconds, she was so absorbed in the sensation of the hard cock between her tight thighs that she had no time to think about anything else. Finally, she had to admit to herself that between her buttocks was her 20-year-old son's cock, inserted there, and not by accident. But her real concern was her panties; when she realized her son was remotely fucking her beautiful ass, her overflowing vagina had completely soaked them.

This flood almost broke her. She hadn't felt this excited since a boy had first played with her bare breasts in high school. In all their years of marriage, her husband had never been able to give her that level of excitement, but now her own son had provoked such a powerful response. Afterwards, her knees ached, she couldn't wash the dishes anymore, so she picked up her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. A few tough cases this week, probably just feeling the fatigue." It was indeed tough, she thought.

"Maybe you should rest for a day or two. I'm going to Chicago for a week on Sunday to finish a case, would you like to come with me?" "Oh, I'm fine. A good night's sleep for a day or two, the weekend should be enough for me to recover." A good night's sex would help, she thought.

“Okay, whatever,” Thomas said. He didn’t seem to care much that she didn’t want to go with him.

The ringing of the phone stopped her from answering further. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Gil to go with her after work to pick out a dress for the party she was going to on Friday. Gil immediately agreed. This meant that Tim would be out when he got back, and by the time she returned from shopping, Tim should already be in his room. She wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to handle what had happened that morning.

Tim felt relieved to find that his mother had gone out that evening. He didn’t know how to respond if his mother brought up what had happened that morning. However, he was lucky; he saw a movie he had been waiting for playing on TV. It started at 9 and ended at 11. Without thinking much, he watched it. Around 10 o'clock, his father pushed the law books aside and said he was going upstairs to sleep. As the movie drew to a close, his mother came home. Tim didn't know how to face her, so he just kept his eyes glued to the screen.

"Did Dad go to sleep?" Gil asked.

"Yes, around 10 o'clock," Tim replied, still not looking at her.

Gil walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the television.

"You better not let your dad catch you playing that little trick this morning." That wasn't exactly what she meant.

"I won't," he said.

"That's not what I meant, Tim." She looked at him for a moment. Her voice was low. "Before you ask for anything, you'd better know what you want." He looked up at her for the first time. "What?"

"You heard what I said. You'd better think it through." She turned and went back to her bedroom.

Tim tossed and turned in bed, thinking about his mother's words. But in his mind, there was almost no doubt that he would feel her firm buttocks again tomorrow morning. He was too intoxicated to let go. He wasn't even sure he understood what she meant.

On Thursday, he got up early again, still without underwear. He was restless and wanted to go into the kitchen, but first he had to wait for his erect, hard member to soften a little. Not that he wanted it to go completely soft. He wanted to maintain a firm enough erection to penetrate her firm, round buttocks when he thrust into her. He hoped their little conversation last night would make her think nothing would happen this morning. Finally, he went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had just stepped away from the table and stopped in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, baby, you're up early this morning," she said.

"I couldn't sleep, I guess I was looking forward to the start of the day."

"Want me to get you your cereal?" Gil asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom. I feel better doing things myself." But Tim didn't go to the cereal. He stood in the kitchen doorway.

Gil stood in the middle of the kitchen for a while, then, to her own surprise, picked up a plate and a glass from the table and went to the sink. Leaning against the cabinet, she began to fill the sink. She bent forward, sticking out her round, firm buttocks. Tim waited only a minute, glancing at his father still engrossed in his daily newspaper, before heading towards the cabinet above his mother's head. Immediately, Da found himself directly behind his mother, bent forward at the sink. He hesitated for a few seconds, deciding whether to continue his daily contact. As he moved forward, he abandoned all caution. His mother could have stood in the middle of the room until he got the cereal, but she didn't. Instead, she went to the sink. Thinking about how she had done that, and what he was about to do to him, his penis became fully erect.

Tim positioned himself at the right angle, leaning towards his mother's shapely buttocks. His hard penis parted her fleshy buttocks, and a soft gasp came from in front of him. This time, he knew she knew perfectly well that her son had done it on purpose, not accidentally, and that she could easily stop him if she wanted to. As his hand touched the cereal box, his penis moved up and down. Tim risked everything, manipulating his penis between his mother's fleshy buttocks. He knew that if his father saw what was happening, he'd probably be kicked out of the house permanently, but an erect penis couldn't be resisted. His mother had stopped washing the dishes, stood there, head bowed, almost like she was surrendering. In fact, for a moment, he thought he felt his mother pressing against his throbbing penis. He continued his sensual exploration of his mother's beautiful buttocks, much longer than before, until his mother turned to look at her husband. Tim knew she was checking to make sure they weren't seen. She still didn't say anything. Finally, his senses returned. He grabbed the cereal box and pulled his penis from between her round buttocks. He heard a sigh, then she straightened up and continued rinsing the dishes in her hands. He ate his breakfast quickly, trying to push his hard penis down under the table so it wouldn't be too noticeable when he got up to leave. Finally, he finished eating. He said goodbye to his father and then did something he hadn't done since starting middle school. He walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck.

"Goodbye, Mom, see you tonight."

As he kissed her, he heard a soft moan, then she turned around and looked at him intently.

"Goodbye, baby, see you when you get back."

He didn't understand her eyes, but they certainly didn't look encouraging. He knew he'd get a lecture when his mother got home. He hoped it wouldn't be anything more than that.

Gil was startled by what had happened that morning. She knew perfectly well she could have waited until Tim got the cereal before going to the sink. By not doing so, she had given her permission to this incestuous contact. She tried to convince herself that she didn't have time to wait; she had to finish the dishes quickly and get ready for work. But that didn't explain why her little cunt had already started overflowing the moment she saw Tim waiting for her at the door to go to the sink. She couldn't explain why she was so wet now, to the point that she wondered if her panties were soaked with her juices, flowing down her legs so everyone could see. She dared not ask herself what to do about her 20-year-old son who would have sex with her through her clothes every morning. She knew what she wanted to do, but a mother couldn't do that with her son. All day, she was in a daze, making many mistakes she would never normally make. Every time she sat down in her office, she felt as if his penis was pressing against her buttocks. By the time she drove home and parked in the driveway, her mind was completely blank. To her surprise, her son happened to be in a friend's car and arrived home at almost the same time as her.

Tim walked to his mother's car, and just as she parted her legs to get out, he grabbed the door handle.

Her short skirt had slipped down to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. Gil couldn't quickly move her other leg out of the car to avoid her beautiful long legs being spread wide apart. Those few seconds felt like minutes to them, her wide-open vulva meeting his probing gaze. In the past, he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his eyes away from such a captivating sight.

"If you like looking at my panties so much, I'll give them to you when I take them off. Or are you hoping to see something else?" Gil said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I just couldn’t help myself. You don’t act like a mother at all, you’re so beautiful.” Gil was startled again. Of all the excuses Tim could find, this was the one he mumbled to calm her anger. He didn’t try to lie or cover it up; instead, he told her how he truly felt. From a young age, she had taught him to tell the truth and to accept the consequences he deserved.

“But, baby, have you forgotten I’m your mother? What’s been happening lately isn’t proper behavior between a mother and son.” “Mom, you told me to think clearly about what I want before I fight for it. Hmm, I’ve thought clearly about what I want.” “Tim, that’s not what I meant. What you’re thinking is impossible. Baby, it’s impossible.” Gil suddenly realized that her legs hadn’t closed throughout their conversation. Good heavens, no wonder he was acting like this. She quickly stood up, closed the car door, and ran into the house. The situation was getting out of control. Her emotions had outweighed her morality.

Friday morning, before 6 a.m., the phone rang. The factory Gil helped manage was having problems, and they wanted her to come immediately. She quickly dressed and left before Tim woke up. She was relieved to be able to postpone yet another incident with her lecherous son. Tomorrow was Saturday; perhaps she could give her son's surging hormones a chance to subside before things completely spiraled out of control.

Tim silently finished his breakfast. He had been irritable and difficult to get along with all day at school. Even his best friend said he was a jerk. Tim, of course, didn't explain. What could he say? "I'm angry because I didn't put my dick on Mom's perfect ass this morning?" As soon as dinner was over, he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a bathrobe, covering herself from chin to ankle. Since he wouldn't have much of a chance to see her beautiful body anyway, he might as well go to bed early and look forward to tomorrow morning.

The next morning, as Tim walked into the kitchen, he heard his father pull out of the driveway to go golfing. Gil was still sitting at the table, drinking her coffee. When Tim entered, she felt a tightness in her chest and flinched.

"You're up so early on Saturday," she said. Her gaze swept over her son's noticeably bulging crotch. Her mouth felt dry, but her lower body was starting to throb. Good heavens, she thought, why am I acting like a little girl, wanting to sleep with every guy who walks by? But she didn't want to, or at least shouldn't; after all, this person she was craving was her son.

“This is the beginning of my life. I graduated Tuesday night, and, well… well… that means, yes, I’m officially done.” “And, in two months, you’ll be going to college.”

Tim stopped by the door. He glanced at the cereal cabinet, but didn’t look back.

Gil noticed her son’s actions and kept telling herself not to give him any chance to have his way with her. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Without hesitation, she stood up and answered it.

The phone was nailed to the side panel of the cabinet next to the sink. She went to the sink, picked up the white receiver, and put it to her ear. It was her friend Carrie, eager to tell her about her unparalleled party experience the previous night.

Tim was drawn to his mother's thin, hazy nylon nightgown. The nightgown was a pale orange, and her bikini-style pajama bottoms were clearly visible, but her bra was not. This instantly made him erect. He stood there, admiring his mother's alluring back, her graceful waist, her rounded buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. Finally, he walked behind his mother. The gap between her buttocks, visible through her underwear and nightgown, cast a shadow.

He had deliberately worn a pair of very old shorts, the fabric already quite thin, and he wasn't wearing underwear underneath. His large penis was already erect to its enormous size. He positioned himself behind his mother, just inches away. He disregarded the consequences, placed his hands on his mother's waist, and thrust forward. His hard penis easily parted his mother's soft buttocks and entered between her long, beautiful hips.

"Ohhh, Tim," Gil said, "Ohhh, no."

Tim leaned forward against Gil, his head so close to the phone that he could hear Carrie's voice.

"What's wrong, Gil? What happened?" Carrie asked.

"Ah...ah, Tim spilled something hot all over the floor. I'm hanging up now, I'll call you back later. Goodbye," Gil said to her friend.

Tim's hands slid forward on his mother's waist until they met beneath her large breasts. He could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against his wrists. His penis grew even harder. He thrust forward again, burying himself deeper between his mother's firm buttocks.

Gil wriggled, trying to break free from his son's grasp, but it only made him seem like he was being manipulated.

"Tim, no, no, baby, you can't do this. You can't use your penis to push against me like this. I'm your mother." Tim crouched down a little, then began to thrust inward and upward against his mother. "But, Mom, you said I should try to get what I want. I want you." "Mmm..." Gil groaned as Tim's penis pumped between Gil's buttocks.

He didn't know that with that last thrust, he was hitting his mother's folded little hole. She felt her vagina overflowing, and her nipples hardening. "My God, he's so big," she thought. "Baby, you shouldn't think like this about your own mother. Hurry, Tim, let go of me." She continued to struggle, but this only intensified the friction between their bodies. As her son's penis was about to press against her anus again, she tried to lower her body so that his penis wasn't directly facing her but higher. But she forgot where his hands were. As she lowered her body, his hands slid upwards along her body. Suddenly, his hands were fully grasping Gil's 36C breasts. Both of them were surprised. Her erect nipples pressed against her son's palms, the sheer nightgown offering no protection whatsoever. She was practically naked. Tim quickly seized this unexpected opportunity. He began to rub his mother's nipples. Gilly's movements became even more vigorous.

"Tim, stop. Let go of my nipples, don't touch me like that." She began to writhe from side to side. This worked; her body turned around. But Gilly immediately realized her mistake. Now she was facing her son, his erect penis pressing against her mons pubis. Tim was also surprised. After a moment, he realized he had struck gold. He gently pressed down, pushing his penis through the V-shaped gap between his mother's legs. His enormous glans probed the crevice of his mother's vagina. It was almost as if he had already penetrated her body. She let out a soft moan. Just as she was still trying to prevent Tim from continuing his assault on her private parts, Tim did something neither of them expected. He looked at his mother's beautiful face right in front of him, her moist little mouth and full, red lips stirring a provocative note in his masculine heart. He lowered his head and kissed his mother, their lips locked tightly. The moment their lips touched, Gil stopped struggling in shock. Before she could fully comprehend this forbidden act, her body had already responded. Her lips parted, her smooth, delicate tongue darting out, and her beautiful hips began to powerfully respond to each thrust of the erect penis.

Mother and son sucked on each other like this, tongues entwined, penis pressing against her vulva, nipples squeezing against her chest, for a duration that neither of them would have imagined, nor would have believed.

Although her body was responding affirmatively, Gil's mind was screaming "No, no!" Finally, she pushed Tim away. The shock of the kiss made him loosen his grip on his mother's arms. Gil slid to the side and ran to the center of the house.

"Tim, Tim, my God, what are you doing? What are we doing? Stop right now. You're acting like you're going to fuck me." Tim had never heard his mother swear before, except for the occasional "bad, damn it." "Fuck," that word was unexpected. But it also gave Tim the right to use the same word.

"But I really want to, um... fuck you. I love you, and you kissed me too, and when we kissed, you even used your, your cunt against me. So, I know you want it too." "Tim, I love you too. I'm your mother, and we should love each other. But not like boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. As for my response to your kisses, a woman's body sometimes reacts to sexual contact, even if they don't actually want it. I admit..." “When you thrust into me, I felt good. After all, you're very strong and have a sexy vibe; any girl would respond the same way. I admit, your kisses excited me for a minute, but reality struck, and I didn't want you to continue. As for you saying you wanted to…fuck me, baby, at your age, you want to fuck anything with a hole.” Gil smiled, trying to ease the sting and relax the tension between them.

"This isn't true, Mom. I have absolutely no interest in those girls at school. But the moment I see you, I can't wait to do it. I'll fuck you before I fuck those girls I know. Just seeing you naked and feeling your body makes me so happy." "Tim, this is what I meant by stopping. You can't keep thinking about having sex with your mother all the time. Now, go back to your room, calm down, and then come downstairs. I'll make you a big breakfast." "I can calm down in my room, but once I come down and see you, I immediately want to have sex with you again." Tim went back to his room, stretched on the bed, and replayed the scene in the kitchen in his mind.

She did kiss him back and thrust her vagina against him. Indeed, after thinking it over, she said she didn't want to continue, but he was certain that it was her brain speaking, not her heart. He had to find a way to get her to think, or perhaps, better yet, to force her to think.

Tim left the kitchen, and Gil slumped into a chair at the dining table. Her nipples were still erect, creating small tents in her nightgown that covered her round breasts. Her vagina was still overflowing with honeyed fluid, her labia swollen and engorged. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against her thin panties, because Tim's penis had just pressed against it, making it erect. The thought of Tim fucking her right there by the sink, inserting his huge penis into her thirsty cunt, had been so tempting. But she hadn't been able to take that step yet. However, if he had forced her any further, perhaps he would have already achieved his goal. Would she dare let herself and her son engage in even a little sensual play? Of course, she wouldn't let her son have sex with her, but would a little finger-pressing or penetration through clothing really hurt anyone? She knew she was starting to find excuses to make this seem less rebellious, and to make herself seem less like a morally corrupt, incestuous mother. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. This time, she would play a little of her own little game with her son, to see if he could control himself. And tonight was the perfect opportunity.

Thinking about what she would do to her son tonight, and his hard penis, even more nectar gushed from her wet, hot vagina.

Tim went out in the evening, dressed casually, and told his mother he wouldn't be back until around midnight. Gil immediately began her plan. She knew her husband well. He only watched TV on Saturdays. Gil grabbed the program list from the newspaper, pretended to browse it, and then announced that there wasn't much to watch that night. Her husband, Thomas, picked up his law book, cursing the lack of good programs on TV as he read. Gil couldn't help but smile. By 10 o'clock, Thomas was nodding incessantly and rubbing his eyes.

"You have a plane to catch tomorrow, registration, and a meeting waiting for you. You should take one of those strong sleeping pills the doctor prescribed to ensure a good night's sleep." "Maybe, even though I don't like them. They knock me out instantly, and I can sleep for eight hours straight—not even the devil could wake me." "If you take one now and go to sleep, you should wake up at 6:30. No matter how much you have to do tomorrow, you'll feel full of energy." "Okay, I'll go take a shower now and be in bed by 10:30." Gil smiled. Perfect, she thought, and then she heard nothing more.

After 11:15, Gil went into the bedroom and checked on Thomas; he was indeed sleeping like a log.

She started showering and then put on a short, sexy nightgown. The top was white and completely see-through. The hem of her clothes reached just to her vulva. Her underwear was a bikini style, and see-through. Looking in the mirror, her face flushed. There was absolutely nothing to hide. She took a tube of lubricant from the bathroom drawer and placed it on the bedside table. She climbed into bed and lay down next to her husband, waiting for Tim to come home.

At 11:45, Tim quietly passed by her bedroom door. By this time, Gilly couldn't wait to start her little game. She waited until she heard Tim leave the bedroom and go downstairs to shower before quietly slipping out of bed. Picking up the tube of lubricant, she walked barefoot down the stairs. As usual, Tim didn't close the bathroom door completely, thinking no one would be awake at this hour. Gil didn't knock, just pushed the door open and went in. Tim was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, about to turn on the shower. He caught a glimpse of his mother out of the corner of his eye, so he turned around.

"Mom, my God, you should have knocked." He tried to cover his slowly erect penis, but failed.

"Why? The little game you played with me makes me think you want me to see you naked, right?" "Um, um, I guess so." He stammered.

"Do you like my outfit? Or do you want to see me naked too?" Tim had his first chance to see his mother's pajamas. Her nipples were erect, standing tall under the sheer fabric, and her dark pubic hair formed a small grove between her legs in the V-shape.

"Wow, you look amazing in this outfit."

"Oh, you mean I have to stay dressed? You don't want to see me naked?" "No, I mean yes! I mean I don't want you to stay dressed! Yes, I want to see you naked." Gil turned around, inserted her two thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, and slowly slid the transparent bikini bottoms down her hips, then bent over as she continued to pull the panties down her legs to her ankles. As she bent over, Tim enjoyed a visual feast. Her shapely buttocks were completely exposed, and the gap between her legs, and her glistening, slightly parted vulva, were also displayed before Tim's eyes.

Tim breathed heavily with pleasure. He simply couldn't believe it; this was really his mother showing him her naked buttocks and vulva.

Without hesitation, Gil opened the lubricant bottle.

"Come here," she said,

taking two steps forward, inches away from her.

"Put your hand out."

Tim cautiously extended his hand, unsure of her intentions. Gil squeezed a large amount of lubricant into his palm.

She turned her back to him. "Touch my ass, make it slippery. You can do whatever you want, just be quiet; we don't want to wake your father." Tim was completely incredulous, standing there frozen for a full minute.

"If you want to do whatever you like with my ass, you'd better hurry," Tim carefully extended his hand, gliding it over her rounded labia. A few seconds later, both hands had covered her entire buttocks.

"Don't forget the middle, don't miss anywhere," Gil said in a low, hoarse voice. Her pipes were overflowing with desire, and she felt like grabbing her son's penis and riding on it until she was completely exhausted.

Tim finally mustered his courage and slid his fingers between his mother's alluring buttocks. It was the most exciting thing he had ever done. As he slid his fingers over the tight folds of her vulva, she let out a soft moan—not just once, but three times. The last two moans, in particular, seemed like deliberate teasing, making him almost unable to control himself, wanting to ejaculate his thick semen all over the beautiful body before him.

"Okay, that should be enough," she said. Gil turned around, looked at her son, then stood on tiptoe and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Before her son could even wrap his arms around her, she turned aside, walked to the sink, faced the mirror, and gently bent forward.

"Alright, baby, do whatever you want with Mommy's ass."

Tim stood there, stunned, unable to move.

"Hurry up, baby, slide your cock into its favorite spot. Or don't you want to put your cock between my ass?" He growled, leaning forward and pressing his erect penis against his mother's body, just as he had done to her every day for the past week. The slippery ass allowed his penis to easily slide into the canyon, probing in until it reached the folds of her anus. Gil groaned, and Tim was already panting heavily. He quickly regained his composure, gripping his mother's slender waist with both hands, and began thrusting up and down between her smooth buttocks. He could feel a large amount of semen accumulating in his testicles, and after a dozen or so thrusts, the semen began to rise along the passage.

"Mom, Mom. Ah, oh, oh, Mom." The semen gushed out from his penis sandwiched between Gil's smooth labia, shooting all the way onto his mother's back.

Gil's orgasm arrived at the same time, so intense that she almost fell over. She couldn't help but squeeze her son's ejaculating penis with her slippery buttocks. Tim continued thrusting up and down, manipulating between his mother's beautiful buttocks. Finally, he felt too weak to continue, so he stood still, his penis nestled between those lovely magic orbs.

"Oh, Mom, this is, well, this is simply the best thing I've ever done." Gil stood up, her son's penis sliding away from its resting place. She turned to face her son. His penis was still somewhat erect, standing erect like a banner in front of her. It was a good seven inches long and much thicker than his father's. Gil decided to do something unplanned tonight.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so well-prepared, aren’t you?” she said. “But Mommy is too. You made Mommy orgasm, it was such a little surprise for tonight.” She went to the other side of the bathroom, lowered the toilet seat, and sat down.

“Come here, baby,” she said, hooking her finger around him.

Tim approached her, his penis leading the way. He was still reeling from what had happened tonight, taking steps forward in a daze. He stopped in front of his mother. When Tim saw Gil reach out and grasp his still-erect penis with her slender fingers, he was stunned. Blood rushed to his shaft, turning it into a stiff steel pipe once more.

“Baby wants to cum again, doesn’t he?” Gil’s hand began to move slowly up and down. She would occasionally linger on the glans, teasing the urethral opening and rubbing the sensitive bulge around it. Tim groaned, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene. Then, she gripped the hard penis tightly, thrusting downwards all the way to the testicles, her other hand gently cradling them. By now, her hands were covered in Tim's slippery, lustful fluid, and she began to rapidly pump the erect penis up and down. As Gil's hands moved faster, Tim also began to thrust forward. Both mother and son watched the large, purplish-red glans move in and out of her hands. They both realized that this was only the beginning of their erotic chapter. They had crossed the line; whether it was incest or not, it was merely a rehearsal for their final sexual battle.

"Come on, baby, shoot your load for Mommy, shoot your thick semen into me." "Can I touch your...your breasts?" he asked.

Gil raised the hand that had been caressing Tim's testicles, lifting the thin material of her see-through nightgown, completely exposing it to her son.

"Touch Mommy's breasts, baby, just a light touch, until you shoot." Tim didn't need anyone to urge him. He grasped his mother's perfect 36C breasts; he always remembered her bra size. His hands cradled her heavy breasts, his fingers rubbing her erect nipples. Gil began to moan softly as her son gently tugged at her sensitive flesh.

"In a few days, I'll let you suck them. Do you want to?"

"Oh my god, Mom, of course, I really want to suck them. Oh, touching your breasts and saying these things to you makes me want to cum." "Okay, baby, cum, cum for Mom, my baby." "Mommy, oh... Mom, Mom, Mom, oh..." Thick, milky-white semen spurted from the large, purplish-red glans, and Gil continued to rub tightly, letting the semen rain down on her delicate body. Her breasts were covered in white liquid, and one even had semen dripping from the nipple. As his mother rubbed his penis in her hands, Tim ejaculated in spurts.

"Oh, baby, that's quite a lot the second time. You're still hard. I bet you'll still come if we try again. But I think this is enough for tonight. You said this is what you wanted, so, baby, you got it. You'd better be prepared to continue this little game. Tomorrow, especially at breakfast, don't say anything about what just happened. Understand?" "Oh, don't worry, Mom, I understand. I won't do anything that will stop this." "Okay," Gil stood up and started walking out of the room. Halfway there, she stopped. "I know you want to touch my pussy, you're crazy about it, aren't you?" Tim nodded, and she walked back, taking Tim's hand in hers and guiding it to his crotch. She let her son's hand sweep from top to bottom over his already wet vulva. She pressed her son's middle finger slightly inward, so he could feel that his mother's cunt was open. Then she pulled his hand away. "Now, your little brain knows that you've touched Mommy's breasts and pussy. This ammunition is enough for you to masturbate when we can't be together." Gil kissed his surprised little mouth. Then, still naked, she left the bathroom and returned to the bed. Her husband was snoring, still in almost the same spot where he had left. She wiped her still-damp hands on the sheet beside her head.

She'd change tomorrow, but for now, she wanted to smell her son's semen. Before wiping the thick semen off her breasts with a tissue, she dipped a finger into the milky liquid and gently placed it on her tongue. She'd never tasted semen before; she'd never wanted it, but now she desperately wanted her son to ejaculate into her sexy little mouth. God, she was becoming a slut, a shameless incestuous mother.

She smiled as she heard her son's hungry moans in the bathroom. He must have just discovered that reality was far more shocking than fantasy. Dreaming of having sex with one's mother was one thing, but actually doing it was quite another. Gil wondered what it would feel like if his son actually fucked him.

On Sunday, Tim woke up early, eager to know what his mother would do next. Because his mother had told him not to use his hard penis to thrust into her beautiful buttocks while his father was around, he didn't know how to play with his mother's sexy body. He

stopped at the kitchen doorway, wanting to check before going in. Gil, his mother, was standing by the table in a one-piece skirt, the hem just above her knees, and a high-necked cardigan. He was disappointed. Because through this outfit, he definitely couldn't see those alluring breasts. Tim thought that his mother was dressed like that to take his father to the airport. He really hoped she would change her clothes when she got home, or even strip naked. Just thinking about seeing his mother's naked body again made his penis slowly swell. He nervously walked to the cabinet with the cereal, grabbed the cereal box, and turned to sit in the nearest chair.

“Oh, hi, baby,” Gil said. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’m so glad you’re up; I was just about to go up and wake you. I thought it would be nice if you took Dad to the airport. That would give you two a chance to have a little bit of conversation between men.” His father muttered. Tim wasn’t sure if his father was agreeing with or disagreeing with his mother, or if he was just being polite.

“Ah, sure, Mom, I’d love to.” Deep down, he didn’t want to at all. He and his father had nothing in common—well, except one thing: they’d both put their dicks on their mothers’ bare buttocks, if you could call it that. They did share a common experience, albeit at a great time.

"You'd better eat quickly," Dad said. "I'm leaving right away." "I'll be done in five minutes. I'm just going upstairs to grab my wallet. I'm not planning on leaving." "I'll wait for you in the car. I've already packed my luggage." Tim finished his cereal and rushed back to his room. Thank goodness, my erection went soft, he thought.

He skipped and hopped downstairs and hurried toward the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he was completely unprepared for this scene. Mom stood in the middle of the room, facing Tim. She had pulled her shirt up to her neck, leaving her perfect 36C breasts bare and erect before Tim.

"Want to lick them before you go?" Gil asked.

"Mommy, oh my god, Mommy, do you want to?" Tim quickly walked to his mother, lowered his head, and began to suckle her erect nipples. His mother's hand rested behind Tim's head.

"Suck, baby, suck me. Bite my nipples, look how hard they are, they've been waiting for you to caress them. Oh... yes, baby, suck, suck now." Tim licked, his tongue circling the areolas that had hardened from engorgement. As the tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her vulva, Gil let out moans.

Suddenly, she pushed Tim away.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Later, later, baby, you'll get more." She reached down to Tim's crotch, his rock-hard penis pushing against his pants, which she grabbed.

"Take it out, quick, I want to see."

"What if Daddy comes in?"

"No, he'll probably be complaining about being late. But don't worry, there's plenty of time. You'll still arrive at the airport two hours early, enough time to get the new registration done." Tim had already unzipped his pants, but getting his erect penis out of his underwear was a bit of a struggle. Gil couldn't wait any longer. She ripped open Tim's belt, unbuttoned it, and Tim's pants slid to the floor. His steel-like penis stood erect, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

Gil took a step back, grabbing the sides of his short skirt with both hands, slowly lifting the hem until his vulva, covered by his panties, was exposed. Tim's penis seemed to grow bigger and harder, swaying back and forth like a snake's head.

Gil let out a lewd moan. She moved forward to Tim, grasped his large penis, and pressed it down until it was perpendicular to his body. Then she pressed herself against her son, guiding his erect penis into the gap between his legs. The tip of his penis was already pressed against Gil's vulva, which was overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking her panties. His penis rubbed against the wet panties, pressing tightly against Gil's body.

"Oh my god, Mom, I think I want to..." Tim's words were interrupted as Gil sealed his mouth with her own. Gil's tongue slipped into her son's mouth, their tongues intertwining. Tim felt his testicles tighten, his thick semen churning at the base of his penis. His penis remained nestled in the soft embrace between his mother's legs, being squeezed and pressed by her thighs. Thousands of seeds were just one step away from shooting out from that reddish-purple glans.

Gil took a step back from her son, and as the penis slipped from her legs, she bounced upwards like a spring.

"You have to go, baby, your father is waiting. We'll continue later." "Mom, Mom, you're not serious, are you? I'm going to, I'm going to have it right now." "Now, baby, you can feel what it feels like every morning when you've finished with your hard penis and then left me there, so eager and unbearable. But the difference is, tonight, I'll take good care of you. Until then, you can savor the feeling of your big cock between Mom's legs. But tonight, I don't want you to masturbate, understand?" Tim was still trembling nervously. “I understand. But how am I supposed to get to the car? It’ll be a week before I can get down.” He pointed to his still-erect penis.

Gil chuckled. “Okay, wait a minute.” Gil went to the door, pushed it open, and said to her husband, “He’s going to the bathroom, he’ll be right back.” Gil went back to Tim. “Alright,” she said, “you can only masturbate this once.” Tim headed towards the bathroom.

“Oh no, don’t go,” Gil said, “if you want to masturbate, you have to do it here.” “Mom.” “Don’t call me Mom. If you want to masturbate, I’ll be watching. After all, I’m the one who made it hard. Hurry up, get started, you don’t have much time.” Gil’s grin stretched to her ears. She could feel that her vagina was producing even more fluid than when she was being intimate with Tim.

Tim's lust was uncontrollable, and he no longer cared about shame. He grasped his huge penis and began to slowly stroke the pinkish-red shaft up and down.

Gil lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing her vagina so that Tim could stare at her naked cunt while stroking his penis.

Tim groaned, "Oh, Mom, your... pussy, your cunt, makes me want to cum, cum all the way to the other side of the room. I'm going to cum, I'm about to cum, oh, Mom, Mom, Mom... oh, God, oh, oh..." Tim's lust was intense; he knew he would ejaculate in just a few moments. Especially since he kept staring at his mother's open, wanton cunt.

"Shoot it in me, baby, just like you shot it in my ass last night. You remember my ass, baby, your pert ass covered in thick semen, so smooth and slippery. Shoot it in, baby, shoot it again, shoot it in me." "Oh, coming, Mom, coming. Oh... Mom, oh, Mom." Milky white semen shot out like a rocket from one end of his huge penis; it splashed onto Gil's thighs, sprayed onto her calves, and then sprinkled on her feet. Finally, the semen flowed down, trickling between Tim's fingers.

"Oh, Tim, baby, this is simply amazing. I've never seen so much semen come out. Looks like I'll have to work hard to squeeze my son dry. Just you wait, I'll squeeze you dry no matter what, until you can't ejaculate a single drop. You started this sexual game between us, so let's explore the limits of this game until you feel there's nothing more to it." "What haven't you tried? I know a mother shouldn't do these things with her son, but I enjoy teaching you, having sex with you, and teasing you.

I think the day I let you fuck me will come sooner or later. What do you think?" "Mom, Mom, oh no, you let me cum in my pants. I have to change my pants. Dad is going to kill me." Gil laughed. "Well, at least I know what you think about fucking me. We'll talk about it tonight. You'd better hurry, I think I can hear your dad coming up from behind." Gil picked up a towel and started wiping her legs, then swept the floor.

"What the hell is Tim doing?" Thomas said, opening the back door.

“I spilled some white sauce on Tim’s pants, and he ran upstairs to change. He’ll be right back. Don’t call him; it’s my fault.” “Okay, but tell him to hurry up, we have to get going.” The door slammed shut, and Gil let out a breath.

Tim went back to the kitchen. “Could you wear less when I come back?” he asked.

Gil put his arm around his handsome son.

"Touch my cunt, baby. Put your hand inside my panties and rub my wet, slick cunt with your fingers. You'll carry the sultry scent of my hot pussy all the way here." Tim couldn't wait to lift his mother's short skirt and slide his fingers inside her panties from the thigh opening. He let his fingers slide between her wet labia. Gil was aroused by this lewd touch and gasped softly. Tim rubbed his fingers at the entrance of her cunt and then slowly withdrew his hand. Perhaps instinctively, he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"Mmm... that feels good."

Gil also reached the edge of sexual desire. "Tim, oh my god, Tim, oh, I'm going to climax, baby, you made me climax, oh... you made me climax just by sucking your own fingers, oh... Tim." Gil slumped against the counter. It took her a minute to catch her breath.

"This is the first time in my life that I've climaxed without anyone or anything touching me. You'd better get out of here and take your dad to the airport, or who knows what might happen." "Maybe, I'll fuck you, Mom." "Maybe you will, baby, maybe you will. There's still plenty of time today."

On the way to the airport, Tim couldn't think of anything but his mother's firm breasts and wet, slick vagina. He tried to focus on driving and the road conditions. His father was already planning what to do once he got there. He reminded Tim that to get his college tuition, he had to help his mother at home, just like they'd agreed. "

I'll definitely help Mom," Tim thought. "First, I'll help her take off her clothes, then I'll suck on her big, hard nipples and give her some pleasure. If that's not enough, I'll stick my dick into her wet, juicy pussy and satisfy her properly. Yes, I'll do everything I can to help her."

The drive back from the airport was faster than Tim had anticipated. As he started walking home, Tim smelled his fingers. The fading scent of his mother's genitals sent a jolt through his penis like an electric shock. His penis sprang up like a spring, pitching a small tent in his pants. Tim planned to pull over and masturbate, no matter who saw. But the thought of his swollen, wet vagina waiting for him at home made him keep driving down the highway. The car roared onto the road, and Tim rushed into the house.

Gil was standing by the sink washing vegetables. She was completely naked, her tanned arms and back contrasting sharply with her exposed, snow-white, pert buttocks. Tim instantly got hard. Tim walked towards her, but she raised her hands.

"You can't touch me. You can look, but you can't touch."

"Mom."

"You heard me, you can look."

Tim turned and sat at the table, where he could look at his mother.

"How was the drive?"

"Ah, it was alright."

"Traffic jam?"

"Traffic jam? No... not much."

Gil turned around and walked to the table. As she moved, her 36C breasts swayed. The two nipples were like stone pillars standing on a hill, simply perfect, just like in a porn magazine. Tim's eyes moved from the two mounds of white flesh to the mons pubis covered with light pubic hair between her legs. Between her two shapely thighs, the moist labia were slightly parted. Tim's penis was pressed hard against his pants, and for a moment, he thought he was going to ejaculate. Seeing her naked body in the bathroom was one thing, but in the kitchen it was definitely more exciting. She wasn't just naked; she was completely naked, her buttocks bare. Tim felt a tightness in his stomach; he wanted to grab his throbbing cock and pound it wildly until he ejaculated into outer space.

As Gil bent down to get a plate of chopped vegetables, her breasts drooped forward, just inches from Tim's yearning lips. Tim let out soft moans. A slight smile flickered at the corner of Gil's mouth. Just as Tim was about to lean in and touch her breasts, Gil turned and went back to the pool. Watching his mother's shapely buttocks move to a sensual rhythm, naked as she had been at birth, Tim was once again aroused. His penis was as hard as an iron rod.

"You can take your clothes off if you want," Gil said.

Tim took off his clothes. His erect penis sprang up the moment his shorts came off, slapping against his stomach.

Gil watched the purplish-red, hard penis trembling there.

"There's bound to be a little virgin who'll be fucked to death someday. That guy should register as a deadly weapon. You'd better be careful when you get married. Once a girl has experienced being filled with such a big penis, she won't let go. You'll never be able to divorce her." "I need to find someone who'll let me in first." "I think you'll... never mind. I'm almost done. I need to do some things in the family room, want to come with me?" Gil said.

Tim stood up, making no attempt to control his throbbing, monstrous penis, and followed her to another room. He occasionally gripped his penis, stroking it up and down a few times, then released it, watching his mother's naked body move. Her pert buttocks swayed in front of him, driving him almost mad. He desperately wanted to thrust forward and plunge his cock deep between those throbbing mounds of flesh, into whichever hole it was.

Gil glanced at his hard, erect penis, but continued pacing back and forth. "You like looking at my ass, don't you?" Gil turned to face him. "You want to feel my naked skin against your cock, your cock sandwiched between my two mounds?" Tim sat down on the sofa, nodding.

“Yeah, your ass is the best in town.”

“Wow, thank you, baby. For that, you’ll get a special visit.” Gil took a few steps forward, turned her back to him, and slowly bent over, thrusting her breasts back. Tim held his breath. Her swollen vulva, glistening with a little bit of lustful fluid, opened before his eyes. Her buttocks parted to the sides, and her wrinkled anus was also exposed in a pleasing manner.

"Oh my god, Mom, oh, I want to touch you... I have to touch you." "Wait a minute, maybe a minute. If I really let you, will you lick me there? Not my ass, lick my pussy." "I'll lick both, Mom. I'll lick your whole body, every inch of your skin." "Really? You'll lick my whole body, even my ass?" "Every inch." "Oh my god, just thinking about it is giving me an orgasm. You're such a slut." "Monster. Maybe you'll get a surprise, maybe I'll even grant your wish. Your father has never liked licking my cunt, and he's never been interested in my ass. I guess you want to fuck me there too, right?" "Mom, I want to fuck you anywhere I can put my penis in." "Stop talking. If you keep saying that, you'll make my cunt wet even more than it is now." She stood up, picked up a rag from the kitchen, and began cleaning the table and lamp. Tim followed her every move. Sitting naked in the family room, watching his equally naked mother doing her chores, was extremely sexy. It was simply the most exciting thing he had ever seen. He watched her bend down again to wipe a table. The upper part of her labia was covered with a light pubic hair, while the lower part was smooth and hairless. The labia were pulled apart, moist and slippery. They glistened with moisture.

From his earlier caresses between those labia, he knew how slippery that moisture was. Thinking about sliding his penis into her pink, alluring cunt, his penis began to harden again. He really wanted his penis to feel the slippery wetness of her juices as it entered her body.

"Give it a rub," she said.

"What?"

"Give it a rub. Grind me. I want to see you grind."

"But…"

“Use your hand. I want to see you masturbate. But don’t cum…don’t let it cum…when you’re about to cum, stop and tell me. If you cum, we’re not doing anything tonight. It’s all over. Understand?” Tim nodded. He gripped the erect penis and began to stroke it up and down. Gil knelt before him, watching the purplish-red glans move in and out between his clenched fingers.

“Slow down,” she said, “take it easy.”

Gil felt a spasm in her vagina. She wanted to grab the grotesque penis and rub it hard against the wet thing. But instead, she ran her fingers between her slippery, butter-like labia, teasing her slightly erect clitoris. As her clitoris trembled and became extremely sensitive from stimulation, she began to breathe heavily and wantonly. She longed to scream out loud and then sit on Tim's enormous penis, burying it deep inside her. But she held back; the wait was pure torture, extreme torment.

In her mind, she was horrified by her actions with her son. Sexually harassing her own son. She was an incestuous slut. Worst of all, she knew that before the weekend was over, she would let her strong, stallion-like son bury his enormous penis inside her cunt. Let him fuck her until he was exhausted, until her cunt could hold no more semen.

Tim stroked his penis up and down with his hand while staring at his mother's beautiful breasts. Gille realized she needed to give her son more stimulation to keep going. She stood up, placed one foot on the sofa where Tim was sitting, and parted her labia. Tim's face was inches away. He could almost smell the soft yet intense sexual scent. Through her engorged labia majora, he could see the rose petal-like labia minora half-hidden in the opening, and the fleshy bud peeking out from the foreskin.

"Oh, God, Mom. Oh, God. Oh, I think I'm going to cum. Mom... Mom." Gille put her foot back on the ground. "No, don't shoot, stop, don't shoot, don't shoot." She shoved her hand away from his penis. "Stop, I'm holding back." Tim groaned, letting her remove her hand. His boiling lower body calmed down, but he felt a little frustrated.

"Mom, Mom, I'm about to cum. Why won't you let me finish? Why? You do it, Mom. Help me masturbate, please, help me cum on your tits." "I have a better idea." Gil knelt down, leaning forward, her hands cupping Tim's erect penis. Before he could understand what she wanted to do, Gil lowered her head and swallowed his purplish-red glans into her upturned mouth. Following that, in a fluid motion, her lips tightly enveloped the long, thick penis as it descended until she felt the glans reach the back of her throat.

Tim groaned. "Oh... Mom. This works so well. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Thick, milky semen gushed from his penis, flooding Gil's mouth and throat. Hot semen shot out in spurts, her mouth overflowing, spilling from Gil's beautiful red lips and running down her pretty chin. She wasn't entirely prepared for her son to ejaculate so much semen between her sucking lips.

Tim groaned, panting. Gil was still sucking on the semen-dripping glans. She was squeezing out the last drop of the milky liquid she had produced. Gil had been holding back, knowing that she would only receive the ultimate reward she had never received from any other blowjob cock when Tim could no longer hold back. She deliberately teased Tim, making him ejaculate uncontrollably. This was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Tim to completely lose control. When she let Tim fuck her, she would make him break down just the same way. Judging from the way her cunt was trembling, it wouldn't be long before it did.

Tim was shocked by his mother's actions. He had indeed hoped to feel her cunt, perhaps even to tease it a little, but no matter what his mother said, Tim had never really thought that she would suck his cock or give him oral sex. He hadn't expected his mother to go so far. Not only had she sucked him out, but she'd also swallowed her own semen, just as she'd planned it all along, just as she'd always wanted. And this was only the first day of his father's business trip, at 11 a.m. They had six more days together before his father returned. Thinking of this, his penis twitched.

"I haven't sucked a single penis since we got married."

"But I remember you saying that Dad never liked this, and he wouldn't let you suck him." "No, it wasn't him, it was your Uncle Bill, our best man. He got both your dad and me drunk at the wedding banquet. He offered to drive us back to our rented house. By the time we got there, your dad was already passed out. Uncle Bill felt it was unfair if a bride didn't have sex on her wedding night. So he taught me how to do 69. That way, I could have sex and..." I thought your dad was a virgin. Bill and I practiced all night until I could do it perfectly. Of course, we decided not to tell your dad because we were sure he wouldn't understand. I admit, Bill's isn't as big as yours, and he doesn't ejaculate as much. You surprised me a little. No, actually, you surprised me greatly. If you really want to know, you have a very beautiful penis, and your mom plans to suck on it often in the future. What do you think?" "I'm always ready," Tim said. "Whenever you want to do 69, I'll do it. I'm sure every young man's fantasy is to enjoy his mother sucking his cock while licking her cunt.

If I had known you were so willing, we wouldn't have waited this long. I should have been sucking your cunt when I was a baby." "You already sucked my breasts when you were a baby." "Damn it, why did you make me stop breastfeeding?" "It wasn't me..." "I forced you to stop. You always want to suckle me. I really don't want to admit it, but when you're breastfeeding, I enjoy it just like you. Most women are too embarrassed to admit it. But sometimes, when babies are breastfeeding, their vaginas feel something. I have a girlfriend who told me that she's masturbated a few times while breastfeeding her child." "I wonder if Aunt Becky likes Uncle Bill suckling her?" Tim said. "You can tell he likes suckling her. I've seen her breastfeeding him a few times. I tell you, I wish he didn't." "Oh, you want to suckle Becky's breasts too, huh? Maybe Becky really will let you suckle her breasts, maybe there's something else you want to do. She loves sex more than ice cream. And I happen to know she's never satisfied. But now, right here, I think you will..." "Get all the sex you want. Or would you rather fuck your Aunt Becky than your mom?" "Mom, of all the people in the world, you're the one I want to fuck the most. More than any movie star. But are you serious? Will you let me fuck you?" "I think I'm the most slutty woman in the world. I feel so ashamed to be doing this with my own son." "I feel ashamed, but on the other hand, since I was eighteen, I haven't craved sex as much as I do now, haven't wanted a big cock to fuck me as much. If you want me, I've decided, I'll do any sex you can dream of. For the whole week your dad's away, I want you to sleep with me. And, as long as he's not home, you can treat me like your girlfriend or wife. Fuck me, you don't need a condom, I got vasectomized a long time ago, even though I'm only forty-seven. But, the time and place are up to me. Deal?" "Do you think any sane boy would refuse something like this? I've decided, you decide the time and place. Of course, deal." Just thinking about all the things he wanted to do for her made Tim's cock spring up like a spring.

“Hmm, I see you agreed down there too,” Gil laughed. “Since that guy already came on me once, why don’t you help me have some fun too? Are you willing? Are you willing to let Mom have some fun?” “Oh God, Mom, I’ll do anything to make you feel good.” Gil sat on the floor, pulled a cushion from the sofa, and leaned against it.

“Why don’t you try exploring my legs, my belly, and my cunt with your tongue?”

Tim knelt between her legs. He leaned forward and lay down, his face just above her navel.

Without waiting for any instructions, his tongue began to slide back and forth on Gil's smooth, pink belly. Gil watched him slowly explore her private parts. His tongue probed into Gil's navel, the tip swirling and slipping inside. His first assault sent a tingling sensation through Gil's

sensitive spot. "Oh, Tim, oh baby, you've found the right place, I can feel it. I've heard about it, but I've never experienced it before. Keep going, keep exploring me. Mommy loves it." Tim continued to lick her smooth belly, Gil being teased by each gentle touch. When he traced a wet line on her soft belly, Gil's stomach contracted. The line continued forward, downward, until he could feel her slightly curved pubic hair. He stopped, turning his attention to her thighs. Starting from her knees, he traced lines upward, each time stopping just before Gil's already parted labia. Then, he returned, tracing another line. His tongue incessantly licked and licked the inside of Gil's thighs.

Gil groaned, her legs spread wide to give him unobstructed access. Tim stared, aroused, at the opening and closing of her sensual labia. As his tongue traced lines on her sensitive skin, Gil gasped and writhed, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes tightly.

“Come on, baby. Lick there, lick Mommy’s cunt, lick it. Hurry, hurry, baby.” Tim was surprised that she used the word “cunt.” Before they started these sex games, Tim had never heard her swear. Now, she was using every sex-related swear word he had ever heard. And it excited him, making him worry that he would ejaculate all over the carpet while sucking his mother.

Tim adjusted his position, sliding his hands and arms under her legs to lift them up. Gil cooperated by pulling her legs back and raising her knees. This new position put Tim at the same height as her open labia. He gently leaned forward, letting his tongue touch the soft petals. As his tongue slowly moved upwards along her labia minora, Gil sighed and pressed her buttocks against his moving tongue.

"Ah...baby, oh...God."

Tim hoped he wouldn't ejaculate. His penis was pressed against the ground, rubbing against the rough carpet, tickling him. He really wanted to sit up and bury his penis deep inside the cunt that his tongue was stroking. Even though all he could think about was her cunt, it was really difficult to focus on satisfying his mother instead of himself. He loved his mother's scent, licking incessantly from her buttocks up her swollen labia. Every now and then he would look up, aim, and watch her clitoris peek out from under her foreskin. He immediately targeted the small bud, enveloping it with his lips and sucking.

"Oh... God... it's so... stimulating, so... stimulating, oh... oh... suck, suck, suck harder, oh... my God, Mommy's coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..." Gil pushed her cunt upwards, pressing Tim's chin between her legs, burying his face in her wet, hot labia.

Tim sucked and released the clitoris with his lips, then lowered his target, probing the eager cave with his tongue. Gil's buttocks fell back to the ground, her legs wrapped around Tim's head, locking his mouth to her open cunt. The overflowing lustful fluids flooded her cave, smearing Tim's face.

While tongueing his mother, Tim rubbed rapidly on the rough carpet, ejaculating a thick stream of semen. Gilly opened her eyes as his penis still pressed against the floor. "Wait a minute, baby," she thought, "there'll be a warm crevice for you to fuck that big cock." She released a breath she'd been holding, a look of satisfaction on her face. "

I made her orgasm," Tim thought, "I made my own mother orgasm." He was indescribably happy.

Gilly lay on the floor with her legs spread like a mounted donkey. The position was extremely lewd, but she didn't care at all that her son was watching her lying there like an old whore. It was his fantastical sexuality that made all of this possible, so he should enjoy the privilege of watching to his heart's content.

"Tim, baby, this is amazing. You're making me so excited, I can barely hold back before your tongue is fully inside me and you start licking me. I've never felt so good before. I see you moving. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you later. More than you can imagine. Now, how about you take me upstairs and give me a good bath? I'll stand there and let you soap me up, rinse me off, and dry me off. Do you want that?" "Of course I do, Mom. Can I bathe as long as I want in every place?" "As long as you want, and I hope you'll stay longer in some places. My goodness, Tim, you're hard again. Oh... we're going to have a wonderful week, baby."

After an hour of cuddling in the bathroom, Tim and Gil needed a break. Tim went out to visit a friend; Gil, lying in bed, stretched and soon drifted off to sleep.

She slept for almost the entire afternoon. She dreamt of a cunt with legs running ahead, followed by a winged penis. Then, the penis led the cunt into a dead end. The cunt opened wide, and the large penis plunged right into the center. Then, Gil woke up. She didn't know what the dream meant, but without a doubt, her mind was preoccupied with what had happened with her son. Was

she ready to take her relationship with her son to real sex? Not just masturbation or blowjobs, but real fucking. Would she agree to let Tim fuck her cunt and spit his semen inside her? She certainly wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant, but his seed would still fill her vagina, flood her uterus, and fill her body with her son's semen and offspring. Her

son would hear her most private gasps and moans; he would see himself on his heels and shoulders, arching his body into a curve; he would feel himself eagerly thrusting his cunt, wanting to devour his hard cock. Her son would witness how she struggled to let a cock penetrate to the limits of the human body; he would hear the moans and cries of her open uterus welcoming her son's gushing cock as she reached orgasm.

Once her son has penetrated her cunt, she will no longer be just a mother. She will become his lover, like a prostitute, ready to be fucked and given oral sex whenever her son so desires. Once her cunt has tasted her son's big cock, she will no longer be able to refuse him.

Perhaps, a few days ago, she knew she had made up her mind; she knew she couldn't wait to feel what it would feel like for her son's amazing penis to slide between her swollen, wet, and hot labia. Just imagining her son's thick semen shooting into her body makes her vagina swell, her juices overflow, and her clitoris peek out from between her labia like a pearl in a jade clam.

She heard Tim come home… It was time.

“Honey, go take a shower first, I’ll be right down. I think we should grab something to eat later… how about some pizza?” “Okay, Mom. I’m not really hungry yet. Bill and I just had a hamburger.” Tim walked slowly past Gil’s bedroom door, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother, whether she was dressed or not, but the door was firmly shut. He really wanted to just push the door open and walk in, but he was still a little unsure if he could be so reckless. The situation was going very well, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

He finished his shower, put on jeans and a t-shirt, and then slipped into the family room and turned on the TV. A women's beach volleyball match was playing on TV, and his eyes were glued to the screen filled with bouncing breasts and buttocks.

He thought, "The blue team's server is pretty good, worth fucking; the one in the middle of the front row, if she begged me, I could do it too." When Gil appeared at the door, Tim was still lost in his fantasy.

Gil's short skirt just above her knees, white stockings tightly hugged her beautiful long legs, and on her delicate feet were a pair of dark blue high heels. Her coat was fitted and tailored, and her white shirt with ruffled edges was buttoned up with a large bow at the neckline. Her sexy lips were adorned with bright red lipstick, which perfectly complemented her reddish-brown long hair.

Tim had seen his mother dressed like this, the way she'd left for work, countless times before. He was always captivated by her beauty. She looked like one of those professional models in a magazine. But this time, Tim's face fell.

"Is she asking you to work overtime? I thought we'd be... ah, you know... spending the night together." A Mona Lisa-like smile flickered across Gil's face. "No, I don't need to work overtime. I'll be in the kitchen." She turned and went into the hallway.

Tim watched his mother's firm buttocks sway, feeling his penis swell slightly. God, she's so sexy, he thought. He suddenly realized something—it was all for him... she dressed like this for him. Tim jumped up and followed his mother into the kitchen.

Gil stood by the sink, leaning forward slightly, just as she had when they first met. Tim paused, then walked through the kitchen and stood behind her. He hesitated only briefly before leaning forward, placing his already erect and hard penis between her firm, beautiful buttocks. As his massive member parted Gil's buttocks, she sighed. She gently leaned back, pressing the erect glans against him.

Tim slowly rubbed his penis against her upturned buttocks. He thrust into Gil, just as he had done many times before. Only then, her father was behind them. Now that no one was around, he no longer had to worry about anyone stopping him from thrusting his engorged penis between his mother's round, warm buttocks. Tim didn't waste any time; he slid his hands under her arms and lifted her breasts, which were encased in her tight coat. They felt different, softer. He tried to unbutton the coat. But the buttonholes were tight, and he couldn't open them no matter how many times he tried.

"Pull it open, pull hard," she said, rubbing her buttocks against his penis.

Tim pulled hard, and two buttons fell into the sink. He held Gilly's breasts in his hands, feeling the erect nipples between his fingers. Now he knew why it was different; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm breasts, full and warm, rose and fell with her wanton breaths. Tim didn't even think about unbuttoning his shirt. His trembling hands tore open the front, reaching inside to caress the two mounds of white flesh.

"Oh, God, Tim, oh, God, play with them, baby, they need your caresses." Tim was eager to grant her moaning wish. He twisted, squeezed, and rubbed the erect nipples with his thumb and forefinger, while pressing his swollen penis into his mother's buttocks. Finally, he realized he was about to penetrate her folded little hole. He usually couldn't go that deep; there was only one situation that allowed him to.

Tim held Gil's hips, turning her to face him. He lowered his waist, reaching his hand inside Gil's skirt, but the tight fabric prevented him from going much further. He pulled his hand back down, grabbing the hem of the skirt and slowly pushing it up. The hem passed the top of the stockings, revealing the red garter belt. Then, her pubic hair-covered labia came into view. It seemed he had guessed correctly; she was braless—nothing at all, neither obstructing his view nor hindering his hands.

Tim's hand covered Gil's throbbing, wet vulva, eliciting a groan from her. She leaned forward, her red lips pressed against Tim's. Gil's soft tongue slipped into Tim's mouth, their tongues entwining in a duel, sucking at the nectar dripping from their close contact.

Tim's fingers slid along her swollen, open labia, finally touching the small, white bud that had already emerged from her opening. Gil let out a low growl and bit Tim's lip.

"Put your fingers in, baby, two... three... all of them. Oh, God, oh, God." Gil trembled in a tsunami of pleasure.

Tim inserted two fingers into the already overflowing opening, then another. He leaned down and sucked one of Gil's nipples into his mouth. Gilly was gushing like a leaky faucet. Her cunt was like a little mouth, sucking on Tim's fingers. Tim really wanted to grab his own cock, rub it, find something to fuck, anything... his hand, or her cunt... any hole would do. He pressed his hips against Gilly's thighs, making Gilly feel her son's huge, erect cock sticking against her legs like a telephone pole.

"Take it off, take your cock off, hurry up, Tim, take it off. Now, right now," Gilly whispered.

Tim removed his hand from her cunt and unbuckled his belt. He pulled down the zipper, and his jeans fell to the floor. Then he used his thumb to pull down his underwear and casually dragged them to the other side of the room. He stood naked from the waist down, his penis as hard as iron, beside his mother, continuing to fondle Gil's cunt.

Gil grasped the base of Tim's penis and thrust upwards. They stood shoulder to shoulder, Gil's right hand caressing Tim's penis, Tim's right hand rubbing Gil's cunt. This made Tim desperately want to ejaculate; his penis was on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, Tim thought of a way. He already knew how to satisfy his desires, and now he would no longer avoid it. He shifted his body slightly until he was facing his mother directly. Then, leaning forward against Gil, Tim crouched down and placed his knees between Gil's legs, spreading them apart. As he straightened up, Tim thrust his hips forward, finally feeling the head of his penis touch his mother's wet, burning labia.

This contact excited both mother and son. Tim's penis continued to push between her swollen labia. Gil crouched down, pushing herself forward, her entrance wide open to her son's frenzied penis. Tim could feel his large penis entering his mother's wet, throbbing vagina, the vaginal muscles parting and then tightly wrapping around his shaft until he reached her uterus.

Tim thrust upwards, and Gil's buttocks rose with his penis, sliding down onto the table.

Her legs wrapped around Tim's waist, her heels sinking into her son's strong buttocks. Tim's penis was only halfway in when he began ejaculating his thick semen inside his mother. Gil's body also gushed with vaginal fluid, crying out as she felt the sweet fusion of their bodies.

"Tim... oh my god, your cock, your cock, Tim... Mom's coming, I'm coming." "Mom, Mom, oh... I came, I came, it felt so good, oh my god, it felt so good. I'm fucking you, fucking your cunt, I came inside. Oh... Mom, I came." Even as the passion began to subside, neither of them stopped, continuing to thrust, pushing him deeper into her overflowing vagina. For both of them, this was the most intense orgasm they had ever experienced.

"Oh, deeper, baby, in, in."

"I wish I could put my whole balls inside you, Mommy." "That would be so wonderful, baby. If you could put even your balls in, Mommy would love you to death. Actually, I really want to stuff my whole body inside you. Isn't it terrible to admit this to people? Especially to my own son, the one who just gave me the best fucking of my life. How am I supposed to thank my son for giving me the best fucking?" "Hmm, Mommy, you can start by letting him fuck you again." Tim pulled his penis out of Gil's body, which made her protest. Tim turned her body around, making her bend over towards the pool. This was the position where it all began, the position he had always wanted to fuck her in. Fuck her hard. Gil's skirt was still bunched up at her waist, her beautiful, round buttocks, the bright red garter belt, and the white stockings were all on display. Tim's still-hard-as-steel cock was inserted into Gil's swollen, overflowing labia, throbbing between her slightly parted thighs.

"Oh, baby, yes, put it inside Mommy, put that big iron rod into Mommy's cunt." Tim watched his enormous cock slowly stretch open his mother's cunt. This time, he decided to fuck his mother slowly, giving them both time to enjoy it. He felt his penis pressing against his mother's uterus, so he pulled it out and then pushed it back in. Gil cried out like a kitten begging for milk.

Tim began to maintain a steady thrusting rhythm. Gilly gripped the cabinet tightly, letting out wanton moans with each thrust into her tight hole.

Looking at his mother's sexy buttocks and holding her shapely waist, Tim thought his mother was incredibly sexy.

He had been waiting for so long to fuck her cunt. So long that he couldn't fuck her the way he had planned, and instead thrust faster and faster. Until the thick semen inside his balls churned and sprayed from the head of his relentlessly thrusting cock into his mother's cunt.

"Mom, I came, I came."

"Me too, baby. Mommy couldn't hold back either, Mommy wants your big cock, I really need it, I really need it, oh... Tim..." Gil's whole body began to tremble, her overflowing vaginal fluid spraying onto Tim's cock and flowing down her own legs. God, she thought, he's such a good slut.

Tim pressed his stomach tightly against his mother's body until his knees began to tremble. He stepped back and sat at the table. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath. Gil was still standing, backed up to the edge of the sink, panting, naked from chest to vagina, her legs spread apart.

"I'm sorry, Mom, for ruining your coat and shirt. I didn't mean to tear them." "It's okay, baby. It's an old outfit, and I meant for you to tear it anyway. Maybe there'll be other things to tear too. I think we'll have some crazy sex." "Mom, you said you'd sleep with me tonight, are you serious?" "Yes, but I think I've changed my mind." "Oh, Mom, why?"

"Oh, you can sleep with me in bed tonight, baby, but I doubt we'll actually sleep together.

Unless your cock and tongue get too tired to get up." Gil chuckled.

"Or your mouth, cunt, and ass can't take it anymore," Tim said.

"My ass? Who said my ass has anything to do with it?"

"I love your ass."

"Oh my god. My ass. I know we can't sleep."

The contact, caresses, and finally, sex in the kitchen had Tim's heart pounding, and he couldn't wait to take his mother to bed. He knew that the day he could finally be in charge had finally arrived. Through Gil's reaction, Tim could also sense that his mother was ready for the final climax of their little game. They went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes, and Tim, of course, hoped to look even sexier, his hands never leaving Gil's ass the whole way. Tim picked out a pair of boxer briefs-like pajamas, while Gil stood naked in front of the closet looking at her own.

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs, and someone opened the back door to the kitchen. Gil glanced at her watch in surprise…it was almost 9:30. Who would come at this hour?

“Hello, Gil…are you home? Hello?”

Gil recognized Cindy Harris; besides Kelly, Cindy was Gil’s best friend.

“Oh no,” she thought, “what does she want now?”

“Just coming down, Cindy. Have a seat.” Ugh, Gil thought. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I’d better get her out of here. A soft knock came at the door. She quickly ran to open the door.

Tim's eyes were fixed on the nipples, erect from the cold air, before moving down to Gil's pubic hair. Stepping inside, Tim knelt on the floor, grabbing Gil's buttocks and pulling her closer.

Before Gil could even understand what was happening, Tim's wet tongue had already parted Gil's labia, licking her still sensitive clitoris. Gil let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Before Gil could stop him, Tim's large, fleshy tongue had already moved in and out of her wet labia seven or eight times. Gil groaned, immediately returning to her aroused state.

“Tim, no, please, stop. I need to get dressed and go downstairs. She’ll think it’s weird if I don’t go down or let her up.” “Let her order a pizza, we’re going to order one anyway. That’ll keep her busy for a while,” Tim said. “If she gets her way, she can talk all night. I want to go to bed with you sooner.” “I told you, you can do whatever you want to me… I’ll decide the timing.” “Tell her, it’s important,” Tim insisted.

Gil was talking to Cindy downstairs, persuading her to order a pizza while Gil prepared.

“Okay, what’s so important?”

Tim pulled down his pajama bottoms. His erect penis, the purplish-red glans, was between his legs. He pulled Gil to the bedside.

"Lie down for a bit, okay?"

Gil was a little reluctant, but she did as Tim said. He probably wants to bring me to orgasm, she thought, okay, it won't take long. After the quick end of the afternoon, Gil's pussy was still unbearably itchy. She knew she wanted to hold her son's penis in her hands and believe that it would bring them both to orgasm in a few minutes.

She spread her legs to make room for her son on the bed, watching him kneel between her legs and begin kissing her trembling lower abdomen. Her son's wet lips and tongue moved upwards, conquering both her nipples. Gil gently arched her back and put her already swollen nipples into her son's mouth.

Tim teased Gil's nipples repeatedly with his mouth, lightly pecking at the erect, tender flesh with his teeth. Tim's pink tongue flicked back and forth, ravaging the light brown sensitive nerves around the shaft. Tim's drooling mouth swallowed Gil's entire breast, sucking incessantly. At first, it was gentle, then slowly turned into a greedy predation.

His mouth swallowed Gil's nipple, areola, and even most of her breast. It was as if Tim really wanted to tear it off and eat it.

Gil wished that Tim would really devour her; she wanted to moan, to cry out, to grab him, to bite him, and then to ejaculate, to climax. Her vagina was already overflowing, the gushing water soaking her passage and her petal-like labia.

Suddenly, Tim's mouth left... Where did it go? What happened? Gil needed it... that soft tongue, those fleshy lips... Now... she couldn't just retreat like this. She grabbed Tim's head, leaving wet, slippery tracks up and down his lower abdomen, pushing him down, lower still.

Tim's lips had already caught the pubic hair on Gil's mons pubis in his mouth, making a rustling sound. It made the fleshy cleft below tingle. Gil spread her legs wider to give Tim enough space... then arched her back again, hoping her son's mouth would suck on the clitoris that peeked out from under the foreskin like a little chick.

Tim kissed the slit between her swollen labia, licking it downwards with his tongue, then nibbling at Gil's labia majora like a bird pecking at food, then her labia minora, and finally her wet opening. Every now and then he would turn back and peck at her labia minora, mixing his saliva with Gil's sticky love juice.

Tim slipped his arms under Gil's thighs, then grasped her firm, round, sexy buttocks. He scooted up, his stomach pressed against the bed, directly facing Gil's pink, lustful vulva, dripping with vaginal fluid, seemingly panting with her mouth open. At this point, Gil had completely lost control of herself. Cindy was long forgotten. Her hands slid down her smooth skin, her delicate fingers parting her already soaked vulva, revealing her fleshy clitoris. Now, all she wanted was to stuff Tim's entire head into her thirsty paradise.

"Suck me, baby. Put it in your mouth, take Mommy's vulva in, baby. Lick it, please, baby, let me lose it. Right now, I want it so badly. Turn around, let me play with your cock too.

I want to suck it properly. I want to touch your big iron rod."

Tim had been waiting for this moment all day, and he didn't care whether Cindy was there or not. Although he knew his mother had just greeted Cindy, he still didn't want Cindy to walk in and witness their good time.

"Tell Cindy you're coming down right away, but tell her the pizza delivery is coming... tell her quickly, don't wait for her to come up." Gil didn't want to be disturbed while being sucked and licked... Actually, she wanted to be fucked too... who cared about Cindy? However, her last bit of rationality told her that she had to find a way to prevent Cindy from having any chance to come upstairs and into her bedroom.

"Coming, Cindy," she called out. "Wait for me to bring the pizza, I'll be down in a bit.

The money's in the little jar on the kitchen counter. I... I need to take a shower." "Okay, if I'm not asleep by then," Cindy replied.

"Hurry up, baby," Jill whispered to Tim. "Suck my pussy, hurry up. I'm going to die if I don't orgasm soon." Jill tried to grab Tim's hard penis that was pressed between her stomach and the mattress. But she soon gave up because of Tim's tongue.

Tim buried his face in Jill's hot, wet labia and her dripping pussy, moaning softly. His tongue swayed and explored, reaching all the way to her paradise.

A throbbing sensation came from deep within Gil's throat. Good heavens, he was amazing. Every thrust hit me right where it hurt. In a few more seconds, she would climax.

At that moment, Tim stopped, lifting his head from Gil's open, pink flesh.

Gil groaned, "No, don't stop, baby. Lick, lick, suck me, baby. Sucking Mommy's clitoris—let me cum, baby. Let Mommy climax. Please, please. We can't make too much noise, she'll hear us." But Tim knew what he was doing. He had long wanted to arouse his mother to the point where she couldn't refuse anything he wanted to do. Now, he was sure his mother was ready.

Tim slid his hands under his mother's buttocks and lifted her up. Before him lay his target, his ultimate reward. Beneath that flowing, wet cunt, the folds of flesh between two round, firm buttocks were so clean, a delicate pinkish-brown, closing tightly as Gil thrust upwards.

Tim extended his tongue, lowering his head as much as possible, his tongue tip just touching Gil's tightly closed anus. Gil gasped. Tim's tongue licked again.

"No, baby, not there, not there."

Tim's tongue licked Gil's buttocks again, and Gil's body trembled violently. Tim raised his head, staring again at the tightly closed flesh ring. Then he lowered his head, sticking out his tongue and plunging it into his mother's anus.

Gil sobbed, panting as if she were about to burst. She cooperated by hugging her thighs, lifting them to either side of her head.

"Oh my God, oh my God. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, it's killing me. Oh... God... Your tongue is in my anus, in my anus. Oh, God, it's so filthy, so lewd. Lick me, baby. I keep coming. Oh, it's coming again, I'm coming again. Oh... your tongue, oh, God, your tongue is in my ass. You've always wanted my ass, haven't you, baby?

I never thought you'd fuck me."

Tim thrust into Gil again and again. His anus made her sob and writhe incessantly. The feeling was indescribable.

She never imagined her own son would do this, would do such a thing to his own mother.

With each thrust of Tim's tongue, her buttocks twitched and trembled involuntarily. She never thought she would like this. But now, she thought she might never be able to part with her son's filthy tongue. Gil couldn't wait to repay her beloved son.

"Give me your cock. I want to suck you. Hurry up, I want your big iron rod in my mouth." Tim crawled around on the bed and moved his big cock next to Gil's face. Throughout the process, Tim's tongue never left Gil's welcoming buttocks. Tim had never done anything so stimulating in his life. Suddenly, Tim's penis was enveloped in a velvety, smooth passage. Gil's moist lips kept swallowing until she could feel Tim's glans, dripping with love juice, almost touching the back of her throat.

Tim felt Gil swallowing continuously, and his penis sank deeper and deeper. Gil swallowed again, and Tim knew it was in his throat now. Gil's hand continued to stroke the penis protruding from her mouth, her head moving back and forth, letting Tim's penis slide in and out of her throat. She was giving him deepthroating. This was a first for both of them.

Gil really wanted to suck her son's entire body in. Later, after Cindy left, she realized she had almost let her son fuck her brains raw. Tomorrow, they could sleep all day. Actually, she wanted to tell her son that if he wanted, he could fuck his own mother for the rest of his life.

Just then, Gil felt Tim's balls trembling, and his large glans began to swell terribly. Gil hadn't sucked on his penis from beginning to end, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen. Of course, she certainly didn't expect that the gushing semen would flood her cherry lips and shoot all the way into her stomach. One spurt after another shot through her throat until her mouth was full, overflowing and running down her chin. In the brief intervals between ejaculations, Gille tasted her son's semen; it was quite pleasant.

Tim continued, tongueing his way into his mother's anus while simultaneously ejaculating his large load into her mouth. The thick semen gushing down her throat, the tongue moving in and out of her anus, the sight of her son's face between her writhing hips—all of this exceeded Gille's limits, triggering another orgasm. They remained pressed together for several minutes, until their trembling and shaking gradually subsided, then they rolled to the edge of the bed, lying side-by-side, panting.

They heard a car stop in front of the house.

"Pissah's here," Tim managed to squeeze out.

They were all waiting for the doorbell to ring so Cindy could open the door. But all they heard was the door open and close. The car drove off again. A voice came from the front door.

"Hello, Cindy. How are you? Where did everyone go?"

"Oh my God," Gil said, "it's your dad!"

Tim tumbled off the bed, stumbled to his shorts, and headed for the bedroom door. Gil grabbed the sheet and pulled it off the bed.

"Quick, baby, hurry up." She stopped, looking at her son and her lover. "Tim... come here." "Why?"

"Come here," she said, quickly moving to Tim's side. She wrapped her arms around Tim's neck, the sheet falling to the floor.

“Thank you, my love, it’s absolutely exquisite. Whatever you want, whenever you want, whatever you want, I’m yours.” She looked into Tim’s eyes. “Anything, you understand?” “You mean…” “I mean anything! Now, get out of here.”

Tim smiled and left the room, running down the hallway. Gil grabbed the sheets and retreated into the bathroom. Before closing the door, she sprayed some air freshener in the room. In the bathroom, she stuffed the sheets into the laundry basket and turned on the shower.

Stepping into the warm water flowing from the showerhead, Gil was still trembling with nervousness and excitement. She quickly lathered herself with soap, washing away all traces of their lovemaking, but her vulva and buttocks were still unbearably itchy, twitching intermittently. Good heavens, she longed for the time to insert her son's erect penis into her thirsty cunt. She had already let her son fuck her… so she was ready for him to bury his scalding hot rod into her greedy cave. She wondered when this would transform from an impromptu game into a new way of life.

Less than a minute later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey, surprise you, I'm back. How are you?" He pushed the door a few times. "Why was the door locked? Cindy said you'd been upstairs for a while. Oh, and the pizza's been delivered," her husband Thomas said.

“I kept the door locked while you were gone. I didn’t want to run into anything while I was showering. I might have eaten something bad, but I feel much better now. How did you get home? How’s the case?” “The client agreed to a settlement, so they called me while I was still on the plane. I got off in Chicago and went straight on the next flight back. Where’s Tim?” “In his room, I guess. You’d better tell him the pizza’s here. I’ll be done soon. Why don’t you keep Cindy company before you go downstairs? It’s great that you’re back.” She tried to convince herself it was true, but the truth was, she wasn’t happy at all that her husband was home.

A few minutes later, she rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Cindy, Tim, and Thomas were munching on pizza.

“We’ve all been waiting for you,” Thomas grinned.

“Yeah, one pig waiting for another,” Tim laughed.

“I was almost thinking you were up there having sex with your lover,” Cindy said.

Tim coughed.

“Slow down, Tim, there’s plenty of pizza,” Thomas said.

“It’s so delicious,” Tim said, “I think I was too hasty.” “I can’t taste it. I still have a weird taste in my mouth,” Gil said sternly.

Tim coughed even harder.

“Be careful, Tim. Otherwise I’ll have to practice my doggy style,” Cindy said.

Tim’s face turned red. Gil chuckled. Thomas grinned.

“I think you mean the back hug (the action of hugging someone from behind and pressing your fist against their diaphragm when they choke). Translator’s note,” he said.

This time it was Cindy’s turn to blush. “Oh, yes, I think so,” she laughed. “But he’s really handsome.” “I must say, at his age, he would definitely prefer your method, Cindy,” Gil said, still wiping away tears of laughter.

“Mommy~” Tim said.

“Gil, you’re making me blush. I think our Tim is still too young. He probably hasn’t even heard of these things before,” Thomas said.

Cindy turned to face Tim, extending an arm to pull him close, her 38C breasts pressing firmly against his muscular chest.

"We were just teasing you, Tim. I didn't mean for you to be embarrassed," she said.

Cindy was surprised to find Tim's rock-hard penis pressing against her. "Damn," she thought, "this kid has a huge dick." Tim loved the feeling of Cindy's breasts against his chest, and of course, he didn't mind the way her hands brushed against her buttocks when she raised them behind her back. His penis, sensing Cindy's warm body surrounding it, sprang to life. Cindy didn't let her go immediately. Her pussy was itching.

The perceptive Gil didn't miss the subtle hint of excitement they both displayed. However, she didn't like it. "Why don't we sit down in the family room and eat together?" Thomas picked up the pizza box, while Cindy carried the paper plate and napkins.

"Tim, can you get me a drink?" Gil said. She and Tim lagged behind as the other two left.

"Don't eat too much," Gil said with a smile. She patted her pocket. "I'll get your dad one of his sleeping pills. If you'd like, of course?" "I'm so hard, I could punch a hole in wood."

"Just don't punch a hole in Cindy."

"Mom." "

Don't whine to me. I saw you two pushing and shoving each other." Tim laughed. "Her tits are really nice. And her ass is good too." Gil glanced at him.

"Mom, I was just kidding. You're everything I need. Judging from her movements, a month ago Cindy would have let me fuck her... and Kelly too. Ever since you started flirting with me, it seems like all of them are now willing to do it too. I don't know why." "I know. You have that kind of aura. You're full of confidence. That's a sign that women are looking for in a man to fuck. Especially when other women already find you attractive and are willing to fuck you. Okay, we need to get in there quickly, or we won't know what we'll be doing next." "I know what I want to do." "Later, baby, later," she whispered. "Maybe someday I'll let you sleep with Cindy and Kelly." "Oh my god, Mom. You've got me all wet. I'm so hard I could hang half a dozen drinks on it." "Canned or bottled?" she said.

Gil paused abruptly at the door of the family room. Tim bumped into her, burying his erect penis between her buttocks, making Gil sigh with satisfaction. Gil even rubbed her buttocks against her son's swollen penis. After a while, she went inside. Tim tried his best to hide his big penis.

Thirty minutes later, Thomas felt too tired to continue. Cindy also came home. Gil also said it was time for bed. Tim locked the door and returned to his room. Only his mother discreetly squeezed his penis, hinting at the possibility of further development.

Tim really wanted to grab his massive member and give it a good rub. However, his mother had said she would want a lot that night, and Tim didn't want to disappoint her. Whatever she wanted, he had to be prepared. Although his mother had told him she would always satisfy any of Tim's requests, Tim was still a little uneasy. However, just as he heard the door creak open, he froze.

Suddenly, Gil appeared like a ghost in the bright moonlight. Even in such dim light, he could clearly see Gil's erect nipples beneath her sexy sheer nightgown. Every time Tim saw her, his lover, he felt she was more beautiful than the last.

Gil stopped in front of Tim, slowly lifting the hem of her robe... little by little... over her head, exposing her entire body to her son. Her breasts and nipples were thrust forward, her smooth back arched, her long legs slightly parted, and her pubic mound, covered in down, peeked out from between her legs, like a gift prepared for Tim's penis.

Gil floated lightly to Tim, her knees sliding down to her knees, and her two gentle hands cupped Tim's enormous penis. Gil already held a handful of warm massage oil in her hands, massaging Tim's skin with it. The oil made his already burning body even hotter.

Gil's fingers, as light as a bird's wings, played with Tim's penis. Tim leaned back, wanting to thrust his massive member into the woman's flower, to release the copious amount of semen he had accumulated from the previous teasing. Gil knew perfectly well what was going on, yet she continued to play with it… touching his now slippery penis like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Tim could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Gil, placed her on the bed, and prepared to insert his rock-hard member.

"Come on...I want you to sit on me...I want to put it in before I cum." "Okay, baby, I'll let you. But first, I want to watch you shoot your thick, white semen into the air, onto my face, my stomach, my breasts, all over my body. Your agar, please, baby, cover my whole body with your agar." Turning around, she grabbed his penis with both hands and started stroking it.

"No. I always let you have your way. You said today that you could do whatever you want, anytime. So, turn over, turn over." He grabbed Gil's waist and, with a little force, turned her over and made her lie face down on the bed.

"Kneel up."

When Gil got up, Tim was already playing with her wet cunt with his fingers. Gil was already incredibly aroused, with drops of moisture beginning to overflow between her labia. She spread her knees apart to make it easier for Tim to move.

"Okay, baby, if this is what you want, then Mommy wants it too. Put your alluring cock into Mommy's cunt, all the way in, baby, all the way in. Fill me up with your white, creamy juices, fill me up." Gil buried her head in Tim's pillow, her round, firm buttocks raised high in the moonlight. Tim knelt behind Gil and leaned forward. His tongue licked Gil's cunt, thrusting in and out in her wetness.

Gil moaned ecstatically. Then Tim licked up and down her swollen labia, exploring between the two pink, swaying petals, causing Gil to sob and gasp.

Tim lowered his body a little further, teasing Gil's clitoris with his tongue... A gurgling sound came from her throat, and her buttocks involuntarily arched higher. Tim then raised his head, probing the tip of his supple tongue into Gil's folded cave. Gil's buttocks trembled up and down, thrusting back, hoping to find an outlet for the pleasure that was about to erupt like a volcano.

Tim lifted his body slightly, leaning forward a little, and positioned his oil-coated penis about a foot behind Gil's delicate pink anus. Then, in one fluid motion, he slid his large penis into Gil's anus. With each inch of his penis entering, Gil grunted like a sow in heat. She wanted to scream, to stop this intruder, to tell him that she was his mother, but the reality was that she was experiencing an orgasm of pleasure she had never felt before. The

gradually subsiding orgasm allowed Gil to calm down a little; she could feel Tim's penis still penetrating deeper, even though his thighs were already pressed against her firm buttocks. Tim paused, then began to move slowly. He first pulled out slowly, until Gil was surprised at how much he had penetrated her, then slowly pushed in again. He filled his mother's passage with his large flesh until his legs slapped against her tight buttocks again.

Gil thought it would hurt; she knew her son would fuck her ass sooner or later, so she was afraid of pain. But Tim penetrated her ass when she least expected it, and now she was hoping for Tim to move again, hoping for him to thrust hard into her.

Tim started moving again, and Gil straightened up to welcome the fleshy intruder, wanting that hard cock to go even deeper. Tim began to speed up his movements, and Gil also increased the frequency of her thrusts. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from their point of contact. Gilly was reluctant to admit it, but she had been anticipating this moment ever since Tim first played with her shapely buttocks by the pool.

She knew Tim was her own son, and she knew perfectly well that this was an illicit affair. But at this moment, everything else was merely embellishment to this spectacular act of intercourse.

"Mommy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum in your ass." "Yes, in your ass, baby. You cum in Mommy's ass, baby. Cum, baby, cum in my ass, cum all your semen inside." "Now, Mommy, now... I'm cumming inside you."

"I can feel it, baby, oh, I can feel it. Oh... I'm going to cum too, oh... oh, God, you cute little slut. Fuck Mommy's ass, fuck it hard. I'm going to cum, Mommy's cumming.

Oh... ah... oh, fuck... fuck."

Gil lay face down on Tim's pillow, his huge cock still inside Gil's asshole.

Tim stretched out his arm, supporting his body, and leaned forward, stroking Gil's neck with his nose.

"I did it, I finally fucked your asshole," he whispered.

"I bet you're still fucking me right now. Or maybe someone's shoved a broomstick down my ass." As Tim's penis softened, Gil squeezed her sphincter.

"I can't believe I enjoy the feeling of your big cock in there so much. I hope you're ready to make fucking my ass a regular thing." "Oh my god, Mom, I definitely will... at least once or twice a month." Gil groaned. "Oh, Tim." "Too much? How much are you thinking of?"

Gil chuckled. "I'm thinking of at least once or twice a week." She said.

Gil jiggled her round, beautiful ass, contracting and relaxing her anal muscles, taking Tim's penis almost all the way in.

The conversation about ass-fucking, and the muscle activity in Mom's anus, made Tim's penis swell again.

"Why don't we do it again?" Tim whispered. "Let's start settling accounts for this week first." "Your cock just sitting inside me is making my cunt itch unbearably. You'd better fuck me quickly, otherwise... oh my god, I'm going to cum without you, baby. Oh... baby... put it in, put it in." Tim pulled back a little, then plunged his now rock-hard penis deep into Mom's tunnel.

"Oh... God. It's unbelievable, I've already come, baby, Mommy's come. Oh..." Tim didn't stop, continuing to slam his huge penis hard into Gil's tight rectum. Gil's smooth, firm buttocks pressed against Tim's stomach, wishing Tim would penetrate her completely. Tim also felt his semen rising, a tickling sensation coming from the base of his thighs, the scalding semen seemed to be boiling, about to gush out from the head of his penis.

"Mom, oh, Mom, I'm coming too, now, I've shot, shot, oh..." The son's semen sprayed all over the inner walls of her anus, full, everywhere. Her own son was riding her passionately, like a mother donkey. He wasn't just fucking his mother, he was fucking her anus too. Just thinking about this passion sent shivers of orgasm through Gil's cunt and rectum. She trembled all over as if she had seen some strange animal. Her buttocks thrust violently backward, filling her with her son's thick penis.

At that moment, apart from being able to feel a penis parting her buttocks and inserting into her anus, she felt as if she had become deaf and blind, losing consciousness of everything around her. She fell onto the bed, the weight behind her gone. She had flown away from Earth, disappearing into the vast universe like dust.

Several hours later, Gil woke up. Tim was still curled up beside her, his arms wrapped around her.

His limp penis was pressed against her waist. She shifted off the bed, using two fingers to lift the limp shaft until she could put the glans in her mouth. She sucked almost the entire limp shaft in, then held it in her mouth for several minutes.

When she began to feel Tim's penis swell, she released it from between her lips, letting it dangle on Tim's thighs. She stood by the bed, wiping the semen stains from her cunt and legs with Tim's underwear.

She didn't want to go back to her husband with semen still dripping from her cunt and anus. She pulled the sheet over Tim and tiptoed out of the room.

In Gil's own room, her husband was snoring softly. She quietly lay down on her side of the bed, waiting for her buttocks to warm up a bit before pressing against Thomas. She wished it were her son beside her. If that were the case, she would mount him and fuck him until he passed out.

Gil smiled to herself as she remembered it all started because her son wanted to get a box of cereal.

As she drifted off to sleep, she was still thinking about her lewd young son. Little did she know that for the next few years, she would eat her fill at both the front and back doors every night before going to sleep.

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