Im Possessive Of My Mother Pt 02

Waking up in my room, I hadn't the faintest of ideas if any of what happened last night was at all real. It certainly felt like it and I definitely still had the tissues from yesterday to prove it, so I had no choice but to acknowledge what my mother was trying to hint at me. I was ready to take her and I'm pretty sure she was ready to have me.

Getting up and putting some shorts on, I left my room without my shirt since I had no intentions of going outside just yet. Making my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, I was met with a gourmet smell emanating from the stove. It looked like something was cooking in a pot. Going over to it and taking the lid off, I pulled all that delicious scent up my nose and cooed at it. It was some kind of stewed meat mixed in with vegetables.

It already looked to be ready, so I scooched over slightly and was opening the drawer to the silverware until a hand reached out from behind me and pushed it shut again. I was turning to look at who it was so obviously before I felt her push against me. Trapping me against the counter while I felt her hands grapple my hips. "What were you doing, just going to eat mommy's stew without even asking first?" She said with what I could tell were pouty lips without even looking.

"It's not my fault you make great cooking," I told her after trying to move away from her grasp. She denied my attempt, encircling me more. Her hands slowly fluttered up to my chest, dancing along with the muscles that had accumulated there from long nights at practice. Her fingers practically memorized every divet I had before she finally got her fingers up to my pectorals. There she pinched my nipple and said, "Boop!". She thought it was quite funny and giggled as I flinched.

I was not liking how much fun she was having by messing with me. Deciding to put my own spin on this I quickly turned as she was still in her chuckle fit and reversed our positions. Grabbing her waist and pushing her against the counter as I got my hands around her front, angling my hooks into her breeding hips. "My turn..." I said with a tone that demanded repentance, my hands doing exactly the same as hers and flowing the contours of her body. Dragging my way alongside her breasts and their curves, wanting to grab them outright but not doing so just yet.

"Mom," I said to catch her attention. She responded with a little whimper from her slightly anticipation-quivering lip. My hands cupped her tits for the first time and squeezed them, feeling the flesh squish and attempt to escape from my fingers was delicious. Just for a few seconds, they were my playthings. I intended to make the most of it, pulling her against me more and taking her tits greater into my own hands, I hefted them in my hands to feel their weight. And just before I let them go, I pinched her nipples with a little; "Boop!" Which got her to smile again and push her arms between mine, forcing me to let go.

Her laugh trailed off as she turned to me, I backed off to give her a little space. "Hmph. You got me, young man, but don't think the flavor won't be returned!" She spouted it like it was a gospel that she would have her revenge. I believed her of course, my mother never lied. I, however, didn't mind. That sounded perfect to me. Shrugging, I answered, "Well I guess we'll just see about that won't we?" She raised her eyebrows and pointed to the small living room. With a smug smile on my face, I left to sit down on the couch.

After the little grappling match with my mother in the kitchen, I had gone to sit down on the couch. A little while later she brought me some of the food I had tried to pick off when she wasn't looking and I was finally able to eat breakfast. The rest of the afternoon soon faded away with my mother, talking to her as we watched TV. The curtains were closed and darkness filled the room, nothing besides the TV lit our bodies up. The light was staining our eyes as we curled under the covers with mom semi-laying on me. Her chest on mine with her legs splaying against the other side of the couch, myself being sat straight up against the couch while she leaned into me.

From my view, and with a little help from the TV light, I was able to catch the contours of her ass peeking out from the darkness. Under the cover of darkness, my hand made moves, slowly sliding from rubbing her shoulder to further downwards. I made a detour to some degree as I remembered mom allowing me to touch her tits before, so I brushed against them again. Lightly at first before sinking my fingers into them again. Mom's head was against me and I felt her stiffen a bit, her head almost turning slightly to look at me before pushing herself back forward. Not wanting to ask.

Still, her breasts were not my target this time. I was after a much more precious gem in my eyes. Still, under the covers, my hand slid down to her hips and then her ass. It was delicious and beautiful. I couldn't get under her clothes to feel her skin but I could only assume how smooth it was. At this point I was already in heaven, being allowed to touch upon my gorgeous milf mother was something beyond my dreams. However, it seemed my mother thought I was being a good son and was going to reward me further.

I felt a hand take a hold of my dick. At first, just breezing against it as if it was a toy before I felt her firmly grasp it more. I admit while I was a glutton for sexual behavior, I wasn't always hard when I partook in it. My dick was still soft but was gaining its rigid texture quickly. Mom decided to let her fingers just slightly curl around it, the fabric still between me and her, jerking me ever so subtly. It took all I had not to moan out in pleasure at mom touching my dick.

"Babe," she said suddenly, her fingers firmly grasping my dick now, "What if I told you mommy was slightly slutty when she was younger." I had no idea what to say. She lowered herself further down my torso as if she was getting ready for something. Her hand expertly pulled down my underwear just enough to let my now hard dick pop out and nearly slap her in the face. Luckily for her, she seemed much more experienced than I thought, catching my cock between her teeth and making sure not to give me much teeth. Letting go of it and grappling it with her hand she simply said, "Oops- I guess a little more slutty than I let on." She giggled again, the cute display becoming a more regular thing.

Pop! Oh god, she was pushing her lips against the tip of my cock. While her lips held it like a Lollipop her tongue was attacking inside her mouth. Rubbing all against the pink blushing tip I had. It was warm inside her mouth, toasty and warm. Her hand started circling around my shaft, suddenly pulling up and down while she continued her little mouth display. "Oh my holy fuck, mom." I couldn't help myself, she was doing way too well. Popping her mouth off and looking back at me with a flick of her hair, she asked me; "Oh is that too much for you baby? Is mommy too good at sucking your cock? What if I suck your balls then?" All of that while she was still jacking me off.

Before I could say anything she had my balls in her mouth, pulling on them and massaging them with her tongue. She gently made sure they were nice and shiny before pulling back and licking them slowly. A dozen times over just to make sure they were nice and stimulated, ready to give all the delicious spunk. "Do you know why mommy wanted you horny last night? Why you had to be teased?" I had no idea but I wanted to know so fucking bad. She licked my shaft from top to bottom and then vice versa. "It's because I needed all your baby batter to be exclusively new for mommy." And like that, I had popped. My balls contracted and my shaft throbbed, ejecting a rope or two directly onto my mother's face before she could get her mouth around my tip again.

I kept pumping as I groaned and held her head down, in my daze I started to push down on her. Having collected a lot of the cum in her mouth already it was hard to deepthroat me, but she certainly found a way. Immediately she gagged on my cock as it pushed further into her mouth, unable to cope with the long thing penetrating her previously dormant hole. I had little care, even for my own mother, in such a state and fixed her onto me. There was nowhere she could go and all she could do was throw up the cum from her mouth, spitting onto my shaft and landing close to my balls. It was awesome.

Finally, she was able to get up after I was done cumming and had let her go. She sprung up and gasped for air. Taking a couple deep breaths before turning and hitting me a few times on the chest, hard enough to hurt. "Fucker!" She yelled at me, clearly not hurt or really even angry. I really hadn't even felt it due to my extreme high. It was pretty obvious to her that I had no reaction to her protests and that calmed her more. She simply made a 'hmph' and settled back into me, after getting some tissues to clean ourselves up of course. Slowly I fell asleep on the couch, too surprised by what had happened to really consider staying up. Falling to the throes of sleep.