Hello all. This is continuation of part one. All sexual acts of any kind occurred only with people 18 or older. Everyone in the story is assumed to be STD free. Any grammatical, scientific, geographic, historical, or any other pertinent facts that I may have gotten wrong were strictly accidental. Please enjoy, and if you feel like it, please provide feedback and let me know if you'd like to see a part three. Happy reading.
The Dutiful son part 2
Four months after the birth of Spencer the third or "Tre".
"Ummm. Where is it mom? Where is it at?"
"Unngh. Where is what
baby?"
"Where's my cock at mom?"
"It's in my ass baby! Your dick is in momma's ass!"
Sometimes, even when I feel like the world is closing in around me, all it takes to snap me out of that melancholy is being at home in bed and making love to the most beautiful woman on earth. Did I mention that this particular woman is also my birth mother?
In case you don't know me, my name is Spencer Rhodes. The woman whose ass I'm currently pounding into submission belongs to Carolyn Rhodes my 39 year old mother. Today just happens to be my birthday, and instead of a new blazer or a new pair of shoes, I got anal for my special day!
"Happy birthday baby." She said seductively. I wasn't sure how she did it; I mean, I don't have the biggest cock of all time but I'm not small by any stretch of the imagination. Yet whenever we ass fuck like this, she takes the length and girth of me inside of her tight bunghole like it's a Sunday walk in the park.
A far cry from the first time I saw her with a cock in her ass when she shared with me info on her brief but memorable "pornstar" career. Well, to be honest, calling it a "career" is a stretch; she did one interracial magazine shoot in order to earn some extra cash and never saw the costar again.
The second time I witnessed her take a cock in the ass was the day after we had made love for the first time while in Jamaica. I really didn't think that I'd enjoy watching another man fuck my mom after we had declared our love for each other but to be honest it really wasn't that traumatic.
The all nude resort had this white male stud who, for a price and a chance to win 10 grand, a woman could, in front of an audience, go onstage and attempt to take him balls deep in her ass for ten minutes without tapping out or the woman can win if she makes him Cum before time expires. Up until then, the $10,000 price money was safe.
This witch/bitch that was my mother's coworker now mine; this woman of creole descent named Beverly Brooks tried it the night before and lasted an impressive 7 minutes before patting the floor three times. Mom on the other hand, checkmated his punk ass in 4 minutes and 32 seconds.
Right now, I'm currently at 17 minutes and change and still going strong but whose counting?
"I think our son just woke up." Mom said as she pointed to the baby monitor. "You need to hurry up so that I can get him before he realizes that he's in a room by himself."
I'm nothing if not a dutiful son...
I unleashed my birthday fury inside of her ass with contagious results. My cumming and subsequently screaming into mom's ear sent her into orgasmic overdrive. Her entire body trembled as if she had been hit with an electric shock of some kind.
"I cum like a she-bear every time you nut in my ass." She once candidly shared with me.
I held her tightly for a few seconds to allow the shock waves going through her body to cease. I looked over at the monitor and noticed that our son had drifted off back to sleep.
"Jesus where do you store all of this cum when you aren't using it? If I didn't know better, I'd think that it was Peter North butt fucking me just now." She said as cum leaked from her asshole onto the bed.
"Aw mom, you sure know how to flatter me." I said to her as I kissed the back of her neck. "Besides, what do you know about Peter North?" I joked, as I referenced probably the most famous male pornstar on earth.
"Baby...let me tell ya! That was one white man that could have gotten this pussy without being in front of the camera."
"As if you needed the camera in order for you to "swirl"." I said jokingly. "Every man I've ever known you to be with sexually has been white. Jack, Sergio from Jamaica, the guy in the magazine...
Come to think of it, have you ever dated a black man?"
"Why yes I have." She declared. "You."
"I don't count."
"Your father."
"Are you sure that he was black?"
"Yes I am. Your father was indeed a black man."
"Ok."
She pulled my cock, still semi hard from her ass and turned to face me.
"Baby? How come you never ask me about your father?" She asked gently as she rubbed my cheek. There are two sides to my relationship with my mother. On one hand is the passion filled down and dirty fucking side, as it was less than ten minutes ago.
Now, by contrast, was the concerned mother whose first priority was always her son's well being.
It was something to watch her switch from role to role with such flawless perfection.
"I never really knew what to ask. You never really talked about him so I just figured that either it was too painful or he was an asshole that you just wanted to forget." I explained as I looked into her eyes and ran my hand through her bushy Afro.
Next I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked as her life sustaining fluid hit the back of my throat.
"Mmmm. But you can't take our baby's milk like that."
"You mean "babies" plural?" I said as I playfully rubbed her slightly swollen belly.
"That's another thing." She said as she placed her hand atop mine. "Do you intend to just keep me pregnant for the next five years straight? Because mama is getting old baby and my body can't handle this stress like it used to."
"No." I assured her. "After our daughter is born I think we can call it a day. But I must admit, I do love going through the motions of getting you pregnant though." I said with a wicked smile.
"You are such a bad boy. It's amazing what a different meaning that statement has now as opposed to when you were little."
"When I was little, you'd tell me that same thing, anytime I disobeyed or disappointed you. It's funny how those are the last things I'd ever want to do today."
"We were talking about your father."
"Ok, so tell me about him."
She took in a copious amount of air before she started to speak. This was one of the reasons why I never pushed the issue about my dad. I felt like it was too much for her.
"Spencer Sr wasn't an asshole or anything like that. In fact, you remind me so much of him. You're handsome just like he was, caring, he was a great lover just like you are."
"TMI mom, TMI." I playfully said to her. "So, what did he do for a living?"
"He raced cars. Illegal street racing, betting for cash or competing in legitimate races for pay. He won a lot of races; probably most of them."
"But he also lost from time to time I'll bet." I said.
"True. There's always a car that's lighter, faster, more powerful..a driver more skilled."
"So when we found out that I was pregnant with you, he decided to make some changes. He applied for the city fire department and was accepted into the academy. I was seven months at the time."
"No happy ending here is it?"
"He was to start the following Monday. He decided to have "one last race" before he parked that damned car, that NOS infused death trap forever.
