WARNING - THIS IS PART 4 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it, just don't read it.
We left off where I had just fucked my mother in the kitchen, against the sink, with my father working just down the stairs from us. I had told my mother from now on she would wear dresses, loose shorts, sweats, no bras, and no underwear as long as I was home from college.
Knowing I only had a few weeks left of being home, I intended on making the best of every day. Fucking my mother in the kitchen was only the beginning of what my sordid mind wanted to do. Every second I was around her, I found myself wanting to fuck her, feel her, kiss her, and exploit every inch of her vagina. I needed it. Like a drug addict needed their fix, I needed to quench my thirst of her pussy.
Later that afternoon, my mother, doing exactly as instructed, was walking around the house wearing a t-shirt and sweats. I was laying on the couch in the living room watching her clean and pick-up around the house. Watching her bend down and clean allowed me to see her breasts jiggle freely under her shirt. Occasionally she would look at me and catch me staring at her and she would smile at me.
"You are stunning mom," I said to her while she was dusting.
"What," my mother looked at me and said, blushing by my brazen comment.
"You're stunning. I mean it, seeing you take pride in cleaning, watching your body, you're just sexy to me," I said to her directly.
My mother was uncertain what to say back, it was obvious my father hadn't paid her those compliments in years. A simple flirtatious comment frazzled her to the point of not having a logical response. I continued watching her around the living room and just could not stop thinking about how much I wanted to fuck her again. Just the thought of having such a sexy, available, woman to take when I wanted started the blood flow to my cock again.
I stood up, not even realizing it was mid-afternoon, nearly the time my father would stop working, and pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts down to the floor, exposing my throbbing member. I sat back down on the couch and kept staring at my mother, who hadn't yet noticed what I had done.
"Mother," I said.
"Yes," she said without looking at me.
"Come here," I responded to her.
When my mother turned to look at me, her mouth dropped wide open. At first, I couldn't tell if she looked at me with a lustful look, or a look of pure shock that I dropped my pants in the living room.
"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.
Her immediate response clarified to me that it was not lustful, she was nowhere near where I wanted her to be yet. I wanted, no, needed, her to be my wanton slut. To take me wherever, however, and whenever I chose...just like our agreement.
"Now," was all I said back.
Her apprehension was fighting her, telling her no in every way.
"Come. Here." I said again.
My mother looked around as if she was trying to look for an exit, but without acknowledging it, she was walking straight to the couch. As she approached, I reached out to her hips and slid her sweats to her ankles, revealing to me she was not wearing panties. Before she could say anything, I turned her around and pulled her down onto my lap. Lifting her up just enough to slide my fingers between her legs to moisten her pussy up.
"We can't do this, we are going to get caught," she whispered.
But I said nothing as I continued to digitally manipulate her vulva and clit.
"Fuck..." my mother whimpered.
I lifted her up just enough to slide my cock into position and slowly lowered her back down, pushing all the way inside of her. I slid my hands up her shirt and squeezed her braless breast - perfection.
"We are going to get caught," she whispered as she was sliding up and down my dick.
"Good," I said back to her. Without a care in the world for what was happening downstairs.
"The faster you fuck me, the faster we cum," I said to her.
With that, my mother leaned forward, put her hands on the edge of the couch, and started bouncing her ass up and down on my cock. Pile driving my dick into her love hole, over and over and over. The sounds of skin slapping skin echoed through the living room, *pat pat pat pat*. Speeding up with intensity as her breathing became heavier and more rapid.
I sat there, leaning back on the couch watching this woman that made me, raised me, pound down on her own flesh and bloods protruding member. What felt like perfection was already beginning to boil up inside of my balls as I watched her shapely ass drive against my thighs. I knew I didn't want this to end, but I also knew I couldn't hold out long, not with this sight, not with her breathing and pounding. It was just too much for me.
"I'm going to cum," I said to her.
"Not yet...not yet. Please..." she said breathlessly, where just a few minutes ago she was telling me no, now she didn't care what may happen.
