Kevin shows his mother he loves her the best way he knows how: fucking her holes as hard as he can. All characters are 18+
As soon as I was outside her door I could hear Mom crying. I knocked on it, but didn’t get a response. Maybe she just didn’t hear me. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, then tried the knob. To my surprise, Mom had not locked the door on her way in. Gently, I pushed it open and peered inside. My mother was lying on the bed curled up in the fetal position. Tears ran down her face, and the raw sobbing was even more obvious. As I poked my head in Mom looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. The deep, harrowing sorrow in them staggered me like a physical blow.
I tried to convey concern and acceptance as I walked in, but truth be told it was all I could do not to run in, scoop my mother up in my arms, and shower her with kisses until she felt better. Honestly that’s probably what I should have done, but I still didn’t know exactly how this situation would play out. I walked slowly across the room, and sat down at the edge of Mom’s bed. She stared at me the entire way. I was relieved when she scooted slightly to make room for me. Reaching out I patted her on the arm and gave her what I hoped was a supportive smile.
“Listen, Mom…” I started. But that was as far as I got. Like a wind-up toy finally let loose, Mom chose that moment to spring into action. My head spun as she pounced on me, her entire weight throwing me onto her bed and her mouth covering mine. We’d kissed before, as you well know, but even for her this kiss was filled with a desperate, needy energy. She was sitting on my abdomen keeping me glued to the bed, and her hands were on my wrists pinning me down. I didn’t mind. As soon as Mom’s lips met mine I reciprocated her affections. I leaned up, hungry for her mouth, massaging her lips with my own and trading spit as we worked our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths.
Mom slid her pelvis down and began grinding herself onto my dick. This was not a slow, romantic teasing. All the reservation we had maintained in our activities together, the sense of decorum, of lines not to be crossed, was gone. Her hips were working overtime and her movements were desperate and sharp. Her kisses were equally violent. Soon they devolved even further. Tears still rolling down her cheeks Mom was reduced to licking me. It started with just my tongue and lips, but soon she was running her soft wet tongue over my entire face and neck. Not satisfied with this, she took both of my wrists with one hand and with the other grabbed my shirt. With a savage yank she tore it open, my buttons going flying as she demonstrated a strength I didn’t know she had.
My chest now exposed she moved her mouth lower. She licked my collarbones and shoulders, planted her lips between my pectoral muscles before licking down and washing my abs with her spit. Bringing her head back up she licked each of my nipples several times, before clamping her mouth down on the right one and suckling it as if I were anatomically equipped to produce milk. The whole time she never stopped grinding her crotch into mine. Tears flowed from her eyes, but the only sounds she made were pants, grunts, and gasps. It was beyond simply vulgar; my mother had gone completely feral.
I could only lay there shocked through all this. I thought I’d seen my mother at her most desperate and depraved already. I was wrong. The deep, savage hunger guiding her made her seem something less than human as she held me down, licked me, and wept. The more she did it the more frantic she became, until an epiphany hit me like a freight train: Mom was worried this was all one sided.
I was reminded of what my sister had said after she found out about Mom’s and my relationship, “it’s like somehow I’m losing you to her.” This was how my mother felt right now, faced with what she had caught my sister and me doing. She thought she was on the verge of losing me, and didn’t know how to cope with that. As long as she held me down and kept me from talking, I couldn’t reject her. Yet. But she believed that it was coming. That this was her last chance with me. She needed me to show her I loved her, wanted her, needed her.
I knew what I had to do.
I wrenched my wrists out of her hands with a quick jerk, then grabbed her by the throat and pulled her off of me. I could see fear in her eyes as they briefly met mine, which was washed away by surprise as I hurled my mother to the bed and pounced on her. Now she was the one pinned by me, and a brief squirm told her she wasn’t going to escape. Still holding her by the neck I buried my face between her breasts and began nibbling. I was not gentle, but the gasps I could feel beneath my fingers told me my mother was enjoying it. Her tits heaved and on my cheeks I could feel her nipples growing hard. Reaching down I shoved my free hand past the hem of Mom’s skirt and roughly squeezed her cunt. Fresh juices oozed out around my fingers as I mashed her sodden panties into her slit. Mom’s pussy was warm and plump.
I hooked my index finger into the leghole of Mom’s underwear. Her aroused wet cunt yielded deliciously, but that wasn’t what I was there for. Yanking down I tore the garment from her body and tossed it across the room. Mom was already opening her legs to me, but just to show her how I felt I planted a knee between them and knocked them further apart. She was spread fully for me, hiking her skirt up leaving her womanhood totally exposed. It glistened and gaped, already flushed with arousal. Mom was panting like a bitch in heat, her eyes glassy. Her mouth hung open and tongue lolled as she stared at me, moaning and squirming and begging me with every movement for what was coming.
Her hands were already fumbling at my belt but I smacked them away and squeezed her throat slightly. She whimpered, but looked away from me in submission when I shot her a glance. It took me only a moment to get my pants off, and Mom’s gaze immediately went to the turgid rod hanging between my legs. Despite having literally just cum in my sister moments before, despite my cock being still covered in our crusted love-juices, I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life. The veins bulged up my length and the head pulsed angrily, weeping clear fluid from the tip. Grabbing my cock I placed it against Mom’s hole, holding her down the entire time to let her know this was me taking what I needed.
“Oh yes baby.” She croaked as my spongy head prodded her lips. I slid along her crease, coating my mushroom head in her copious juices. She panted as I grazed her clitoris, squirming in pleasure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for penetration. I lined myself up with my mother’s entrance, nestling between her parting lips. I only held it there for a second, one single moment of gentleness, before I slammed into her as hard as I could. Every barrier was now broken; I savagely rammed myself deep into the very hole from which I had been born. Mom writhed in delight, scraping her nails across my back. I gave her no time to adjust. No sooner was I in than I was jack-hammering her with a needful, violent force. There would be time later for holding each other, for whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as we made gentle, passionate love. For today, I was going to show her the unrelenting power of my need for her.
Mom moaned, driving my rutting frenzy into overdrive. Her pussy roiled and frothed, welcoming me home. Releasing my hold on Mom’s throat, I grabbed her hips and rotated her pelvis into a more convenient position. She could only relax her muscles as I bent her into position. Her body was my plaything. Mom screamed and cried and shot fluid from her unbelievably tight wet cunt as I used her. She was flushed with excitement as she writhed in ecstasy beneath me. Her nipples stood hard and pert on her chest as her vaginal walls clamped down on my manhood and massaged my cock. Holding onto my shoulders for dear life my mother turned her head and bit down her pillow. I keep slamming her in a deranged sexual fury.
It was a new sensation, being buried to the hilt in my moaning, wriggling mother. She was so much like my sister, and yet so different. Pussies really are wonderful that way. Despite the novelty of the experience for my member, however, my oral explorations meant I already knew Mom’s guts like the back of my hand. It took a few minutes of frenzied railing to adjust, but soon I was putting that knowledge to good use. I squatted over my mother and plunged into her. Manipulating her trembling, pliable body with my hands and combining that with the motion of my hips I was soon hitting her just where she wanted to be hit. They felt different on my penis than on my fingers and tongue, but the ripples, ridges, and folds of Mom interior were so familiar to me adjusting to the new input was easy. Mom cried and shuddered and screamed as I probed her depths, stimulated her g-spot, and stretched her out just the way she liked it.
As far as I knew the entire rest of the world ceased to exist. Mom’s tight, fuckable body was everything. The feeling of her soft skin under my hands was everything. The indescribable feeling of her hot wet cunt was everything. I lost all sense of time and place. The irresistible call of mating with my own mother took hold, and I gave myself over to it. I can only imagine how I must have looked to her. All higher brain function was gone as I turned into a mad, rutting ape. I grunted in pure animal delight every time I bottomed out in her, our lovejuices allowing me to slide in and out of her birth canal with ease. Like the rest of her body, Mom’s pussy offered me no resistance. It gave itself over to me, a frictionless mess of incestuous sex. Our need for each other was primal, almost ugly, and took hold of me like nothing else ever had.
“Oh god, yes, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Take me, make me yours!” Mom screamed deliriously. I could barely hear her over the sound of my cock stirring up her insides. Mom was still crying, but they were tears of pleasure now. I looked into her eyes. They were wild and bloodshot, the feral hunger animating her having been given free reign by our copulations. In them, I recognized the same madness that must be filling my own eyes. Her words coursed through my brain. The beast driving me was compelled by them: I needed to assert my mastery over every last part of her.
I withdrew from my mother’s cunt in a fountain of slick juices. Her pussy pulsed after me, hungry for further invasion. Mom groaned. I grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked her head around. She yelped as I mashed my sodden fuckstick into her face. Mom opened her mouth and took me to the hilt. Her relaxed throat offered no resistance as I slammed in and out. Mom sucked me the entire time, her tongue desperately trying to clean my rod of her own juices.
She was trying to suck me hard enough to make me cum, but that wasn’t what I was after. After a few deep, facefucking strokes into Mom’s mouth I could feel that I was wet from base to tip in thick saliva. I pulled myself out of her moth. Mom’s face followed my cock, her lips suckling to try and get my meat back between them. I grabbed Mom by the chin and shook her. She looked up and me in reverence. I pushed her. Obligingly, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me again. She held herself by the ankles to make sure the invitation was clear. I could see her pelvic floor trembling in excitement.
Mom’s holes were a wet mess. They glistened in the light, winking at me, beckoning me. Grabbing her ankles I levered her legs even further back. Mom groaned as her knees touched her shoulders. I rested my cock against her slippery slit. She panted and squirmed, trying to rub her clit on my dick, trying to slip me inside her. I growled and let my penis slip lower. My bulbous head came to rest against my mother’s asshole. Her eyes went wide as saucers as I thrust my hips to press my dick into her winking backdoor. With my hands still bending Mom like a pretzel I merely slid against her browneye, smearing it with precum. Leaning her back slightly I spat onto her rosebud. I stared into my mother’s eyes.
Apprehension gave way to acceptance. Mom gulped, then reached through her thighs and grasped my cock. Holding it firmly in both hands, she held my throbbing meat against her tight MILF asshole. I thrust my hips again. Mom guided me. It was clear that assplay was not part of her usual repertoire. Her sphincter resisted me, but Mom held me steady. She took a deep, calming breath and I felt her relax. I inched forward, and suddenly found that the head of my penis was engulfed in my mother’s asshole. The strong ring of her anus was clamped down just past my pulsing head. I groaned, it was so warm and tight. Mom had her teeth gritted but the juices flowed freely from her cunt.
Mom released my dick. Her eyes rolled back and her head lolled. Part of me wanted to give her ass the same treatment as her mouth and pussy. The way she was biting her lower lip told me that might not be the right move. So I sank into her slowly. Plenty of Mom’s natural lube was leaking down to keep my dick slick. I was still covered in her spit. Releasing a leg I cupped my mother’s face. My gaze bored into hers as my manhood bored into her bowels. My balls vibrated in pleasure. Mom gasped and groaned. It took a few minutes, but eventually I bottomed out. We stared at each other a moment longer. Mom’s sphincter flexed on the root of my dick.
Slowly I slid halfway out. Then buried myself back in again. Mom moaned; her pussy was flexing. I did it again. Then again. Then again. Each time slightly faster than the last until I’d worked up a good head of steam. Mom’s yelps told the story of a woman simultaneously extremely uncomfortable yet intensely turned on. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. As I powerdrilled her butthole Mom buried her face in my neck. Her kisses had teeth. Soon her mouth was clamped down on my throat giving me an unbelievable hickey as I sodomized her. She came up for air exactly once. “Make mommy your bitch, baby.” She whispered into my ear.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Soon, I was plowing my mother’s ass in earnest. Lube from her sloppy cunt kept everything running smoothly as I pounded the ever loving shit out of her. Pulling her face away from my neck with a “pop” I smooshed her cheeks between my hands. Mom opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, allowing me to push my face into hers. Probing with my own tongue I inserted myself into both ends of her digestive tract. I licked Mom’s tonsils, doing my best to get my cock so far up her intestines I could taste it.
Mom ground her pelvis into me. She mashed her clit into my pubic bone. When her limbs, locked around me in an iron embrace, began trembling I knew she was cumming. She rolled her hips to stimulate herself against me, providing my cock with new sensations. My balls rumbled. I held stock still and let her use me to get off as many times as she wanted. I could feel her pussy clenching through the wall of her ass, and it nearly drove me over the edge. But I held myself back until Mom stopped actively cumming and went slack.
I took several deep breaths, calming down as I luxuriated in my mother’s bowels. Then I pulled myself out of her asshole. Mom inhaled sharply at this but barely moved. I lay her back down on her shoulders with her pussy once more oriented skyward. My cock slid along her crease. I could see her gaping open, her outer lips red and swollen, inner lips unfolded and glittering with juice. Reentering her pussy was like a warm knife through butter. I slid right in.
Mom’s eyes were closed but she grunted in pleasure as I switched holes and resumed my assault on her vagina. I took her hard and fast. We were like a well oiled fuck-machine, our genitals effortlessly slotting together sending waves of pleasure through us. Her cunt contracted involuntarily with my every stroke. Periodically another orgasm would take hold of her. Most were small microgasms, known only by the rippling of her vaginal walls. A few were larger affairs, causing her to press her pelvis into mine. I even coaxed another large squirting climax out of her. It was bliss.
I lasted a long time, thanks to having recently ejaculated inside my sister, but in the end Mom’s pussy was too much for me. She was already a shaking, incoherent mess by this point. Countless back-to-back orgasms will do that to a woman. Pushed beyond pleasure and pain she was a puddle of oxytocin-laden flesh, muscles slack and ready to be pushed into whatever position I wanted. Grabbing Mom’s ankles and spreading her wide I pushed myself deep, deep inside her. My heavy balls pressed almost painfully into her gaping, fucked-open asshole as my lurid purple cockhead did it’s best to find Mom’s cervix. I was about to cum, and my body knew for best results it needed to go as deep as possible.
The first shot sent a flinch through every fiber of my being. I could feel the thick wad of jizz travel from the depths of my nuts up my urethra and out into Mom’s pussy. I pressed my hips into her and howled as I unloaded, each blast impossibly powerful. My entire cock shuddered with the force of it. Mom’s body quivered against me suggesting she, too, was orgasming as I painted her love tunnel with baby gravy. My legs gave out, driving me inside her with all of my weight as my ejaculation grew painful from how much fluid I was disgorging. Her box was a ruined mess of son-cum.
Mom was crying again. I started crying. It was pure satisfaction as I felt my dick stop twitching. I was close to blacking out as I lay there on top her, my body pressed into hers. Shakily Mom wrapped her arms around me and began feebly kissing my cheek. I returned the gesture, holding her close and whimpering in her ear.
Even as I started growing soft I remained inside my mother’s pussy. Her walls massaged my deflating penis, drawing the last drops of seed into her body. I never wanted to lose the feeling of connectedness I had to her right now. Mom ruffled my hair.
“I love you, baby.” She said. There was exhaustion and satisfaction in her voice.
“I love you too, Mom. You mean everything to me. I hope you see that now.”
Mom smiled a broad, sincere smile. “Mmmm, I do baby. I feel so stupid for worrying. I just never want to lose you.”
“You never will.” I whispered into her ear. We giggled and snuggled in closer to each other. I felt loved. I felt sexually satisfied. I felt...complete.
“And I love both of you, too.” A voice said from the doorway.
With some difficulty Mom and I sat up enough to look toward the entrance to her room. Standing there, naked as the day she was born, my cum still running down her leg, was my sister. Her face was wet but the smile on her lips was pure bliss. At the same time my mother and I each held out an arm. Accepting our invitation, my sister dove in with a laugh, joining us in a three way embrace. Emotionally and physically we were all exhausted. But as I passed into sleep I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to have the two women I loved most in the world pressed up against me. I felt it in my soul. This is the way things were meant to be.