Authors note
I'll keep this note short and sweet.
Apologies for the lateness of this submission, I've had quite a bit going on IRL.
This is the end of the current story arc for Harem Sisters, but it is not the end of Jason's story. He will return with his all star cast of ladies for more smutty adventures, but for now I'm focussing on Lust at first sight, along with a few other Lit only stories and my paid work.
I'd like to thank each and every one of my readers for supporting me. This has been a crazy couple of years.
P.S I haven't forgotten about Abi.
Peace out. Stay awesome.
Chapter 52
I awoke the next morning in an empty bed, the sheets covering me from the waist down. I didn't remember getting under the covers last night, only passing out shortly after filling my mother with a huge load. At some point in the night--or maybe the morning--she must have woken and covered me.
The thought of my mother's naked body curled up beside me in the night had me hard in seconds, and I wished she'd been there when I'd woken up. I could have gone for another round with the sexy, mature woman.
It felt good to finally accept the attraction I felt to my mother. I knew it was wrong, but I was all about doing what was wrong these days. The fact that she never carried me, nor that she gave birth to me, changed anything. She wasn't a great mother to me when I was growing up, but she was all I had. Plus, she had more than made up for it since I had come home.
We had some rough patches. But I loved her, and I was finally okay with giving her all of me.
The door to the apartment's master bedroom creaked open slowly, and I was greeted with the sight of my mother slipping into the room quietly. She wore a simple white and silver gown that she hadn't bothered to tie closed, giving me a tantalising view of her tanned, naked flesh beneath. In many ways, Tori was a perfect duplicate of our mother. They were a similar height with the same fantastic hourglass figure, full breasts, and tight ass. Only my mother had the softness around her hips and stomach that came from childbirth.
Her breasts were also a touch larger than my sisters. Something I enjoyed quite a lot.
"Good morning, dear," my mother said, perching herself on my side of the bed and handing me a mug of coffee.
"Good morning," I smiled, taking the coffee. "I wondered where you were."
"You usually wake up around this time, so I thought I'd make you a coffee," she said, taking a sip from her own mug.
"I appreciate it," I smiled. "But there was something else I hoped to have first thing this morning."
"Do tell," my mother smiled.
I took the mug from my mother's hand and placed it on the nightstand, along with mine. Then I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against me. My mother gasped, then let out a soft giggle before our lips met. Our tongues danced together as my hands all but ripped her flimsy gown from her body. As expected, she was naked beneath, and I let my hands slide down her back bare to cup her naked cheeks. She gasped as I groped her ass, and I felt her hips began to gyrate against my obvious flagpole erection beneath the sheets.
"I think I'm going to have to change the sheets today," my mother said.
I looked down to the spot where she had been grinding herself against my cock and noticed a sizable wet patch in the white sheets. My dick pulsed at the fact that this sex-goddess of a woman was so aroused so quickly by me. I needed to feel her again. I needed to solidify my claim to this woman. I had many women as my lovers now, and I should have felt content with what I had, or at least a little shame for being in such a position. Spreading my love and affection to so many amazing women.
But they had made it clear that they felt no jealousy over one another.
"Not this time," my mother whispered when I started to shift our position.
"What do you mean?" I asked, worried I'd stepped over a line I didn't know existed.
She simply smiled, bit her bottom lip in a way that made me think of Tori, and pushed me against the soft mattress. The bedsheet was gone next, flung away with a second thought, and my cock sprang free to slap against my stomach before pointing upwards, almost as if it were trying to get closer to my mother.
"Just lay back and relax," my mother winked.
The woman who had raised me began kissing at my neck, down my chest, and running her hands across my stomach as she slowly sank lower down my body. Where her lips once pressed against my chest, her hands took over as I felt her tongue trail down my stomach. My cock twitched in anticipation, and I ran my hands through her thick, dark hair to pull it away from her face and was rewarded with her gorgeous brown eyes staring up at me as she pressed her cheek against the side of my erection.
"Let me take care you of, Jason," she said in a sultry tone filled with passion.
My mother ran her tongue up the length of my shaft, purposefully pulling away from the tip as she reached the apex of her travels before lowering herself once more. Her tongue danced across my balls and gliding over where my groin met my thighs. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my ignored penis, dripping down the side of my shaft for my mother to eagerly lap up with her expert tongue. Still avoiding the tip of my raging erection.
I had plenty of experience receiving blow jobs since returning home. All of my women were eager to please me with their mouths and not once shy away from taking me down their throats or receiving my load. But my mother seemed to have otherworldly skills that could give Lucy and Vicky a run for their money.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" my mother asked.
"I think you know the answer to that already," I said, laughing softly.
My laugh was cut off as I felt the tip of my penis become engulfed in warmth. My mother's tongue worked along my glans as her hands simultaneously worked my shaft and fondled my balls, bringing me to climax in nearly record time.
I felt my orgasm rush in like a tidal wave crashing against a stick fort. My mother must have also known because her lips locked around my tip with an air-tight seal as she gently massaged my balls and pumped my shaft, urging me on with her muffled moans.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my mother--who was staring at me--and released my first load of the day into her mouth. Our eyes locked as I poured the contents of my balls into her waiting mouth for a full ten seconds. Once my mother was satisfied she had claimed all there was to have, she deepthroated me in one smooth motion, her tongue darting out as she reached the base to lick at my testicles.
I simply lay back on her bed, breathing heavily as my head spun with the intensity of my morning orgasm. I was so out of it that I didn't even notice my mother had stopped working my tool with her mouth and hands and was now straddling my waist. It wasn't until I felt her impale herself on my still hard, slick cock that I was brought out of my near-sex coma.
