Day Off 6

It would never have happened if I hadn't overslept and taken the day off work.

As it was I was lying on the couch in my pyjama bottoms when my ma came down the stairs wearing nothing but her bra and knickers. She didn't see me at first, so I had time to take a good look at her. Her middle aged tits weren't huge, but they were big enough to make her bra sag a little. Same with her belly. Just bulged a bit over the top of her knickers, but what really caught my eye was the way her plump pussy lips formed a perfect camel toe. I groaned as my cock started to get stiff, which struck me as a bit weird because I'd never thought of her in that way. She'd always been, well, my ma, but now she was most definitely a woman. That was when she saw me.

"Oh shit!"

She was going to say more but the doorbell rang. She went to answer it, and I heard a man's voice, abruptly cut off by her urgent whisper "We can't today, my son is home," then she slammed the door and rounded on me. "What the hell are you doing home?" she demanded. When she realised I was looking at her she glowered. "What are you staring at you pervert?"

"Um, nothing ma. Who was at the door?"

With no way to cover up she glared at me defiantly and snapped, "That's none of your business, and don't lie to me you little shit! You stayed home hoping to catch me naked!" There was a weird look in her eye as she said it.

It wasn't true, but I saw no point in denying it as she would believe only what she wanted to believe.

She stood glaring at me with her hands on her hips. "Well you've seen all you're going to see." My ma took a step closer and looked down at her overflowing bra. "Did you hear me? You ... are ... not ... going ... to ... see ... these!"

It sounded more like a challenge than a statement, and by now my cock was doing the thinking for me, so I hooked two fingers into the front of her bra and tugged hard. The fabric parted, and my jaw dropped as the cups fell down to hang on each side of her naked tits. Taking a half step closer she hissed, "You filthy pig. Don't even think of touching them." With a deep breath she lifted one heavy globe as I cupped its soft, surprisingly firm twin in my palm. "And shut your mouth, because you're not going to suck them."

The way she lifted her tit, as if offering it to me, made me wonder if she was only protesting because she thought she should, so I closed my mouth. Right over her hard brown nipple. She started to pant as I sucked and groped her tits, and in between gasps she sneered. "I suppose it makes you feel like a big man, sucking a helpless woman's tits."

She took the last half step until we were pressed together, and my stiffening dick slipped out of my pyjamas. For about a minute she repeatedly raised up on to her toes, then sank back down, rubbing her belly on my shaft until I thought I was about to pop my nuts, then through gritted teeth she said,

"Well you're not a big man. You're just a dirty minded little prick. That's if you have one of those, and not a pretzel."

I knew she was taunting me, and I stepped back and put her hand on my cock. "Does this feel like a pretzel?"

She squeezed and stroked my shaft for a few seconds, then shrugged. "OK, so you're bigger than your father. That's no big deal, most of the men I have are bigger than him." If she was trying to shock me it worked, but at the same time her behaviour started to make a sort of sense. Obviously my ma had come downstairs in only her underwear because she was anticipating getting fucked, but finding me home had forced her to turn the guy away, leaving her frustrated. What may have started out as a game for her had quickly spiralled out of control, when my response hadn't been what she expected from her own son. Suddenly ripping her bra off the way I had might have been going a bit too far, but the unexpectedness of it had been enough to tip her over the edge.

She laughed without humour at my expression. "Why should I sit here all day on my ass getting bored shitless, when I can lie on my back getting drilled witless?" She laughed at her own pun before adding. "Three of the guys I had last week were hung like horses. They made me cum like a fucking waterfall."

I sensed that her bad language was for her own benefit, helping to intensify her arousal, because she didn't usually talk like that. So what? For all I cared she could sing "Baa Baa Black Sheep" if it made her horny enough to take my cock.

I looked down at her camel toe, my cock twitching as I pictured her spread out and pounded by strangers. She saw where I was looking and shook her head. "Oh no you don't, you're not touching me there!"

So far her actions had contradicted her words, so I put out my hand, stopping just short of actual contact, and she parted her legs, pushing her hips forward to jam her pussy against my fingers.

"Stop that you dirty bastard!" she moaned as I stroked her pouting lips. "Leave my clit alone!" she gasped looking down at my throbbing tool. "Just because I've seen your cock, you needn't think I'll let you see my cunt."

By now I was convinced her denials meant the opposite, and hooking my fingers in the leg of her knickers, I ripped them across to the other leg, and pushed her back on the couch, revealing her fat hairy slit.

"Now look what you've done," she snarled, opening her legs and making a half hearted attempt to pull the tattered remains of her knickers over her wet twat. "You owe me a new set of underwear."

I dropped to my knees between her widespread legs and aimed my cock. "Don't even think of sticking that in me, you rotten swine," she cursed, pushing her cunt at me to take the first hard plunge. Her legs went around my hips, forcing me deeper with each thrust, and she jammed a nipple into my mouth. "Take it out you nasty motherfucker," she grunted, matching my strokes savagely. "I told you not to fuck me."

There was really no need for me to do anything, because her cunt muscles were doing all the work, rippling along my imprisoned rod as her clutching legs kept me buried inside her. But she wanted to be fucked, so I fucked her.

I hammered in and out of her wet snatch for a good twenty minutes, then her inner muscles tightened even more. "You may as well stop, you'll never make me CUUUMMM!" she screeched, quivering like a jelly as her juices gushed out around my plundering cock. I kept on thrusting until I felt my balls tighten, and just as I poured my load into her she screeched again. "Don't you dare fill my cunt with your filthy cum you dirty rotten bastard!"

After her cunt stopped milking my drained cock she lay slumped, fingering her sticky hole. "I suppose I'm going to have to let you fuck me whenever you want now, to keep you from blabbing to your father." She eyed my shrinking tool and licked the cum from her fingers. "Just don't expect me to suck your cock when you get hard again, and you are definitely NOT going to shove it in my ass!"

I looked from her pouting cunt to her full lipped mouth and grinned in anticipation. My ma obviously had my day mapped out for me, because I knew exactly what her denials meant.