It all started a Saturday afternoon when I walked in after sewing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started staring at me mercilessly.

“Gottcha!” she shook and continued to me against a wall. I started rebelling and tried to fight mom’s fingers from their tortures. Knowing that if I didn’t leave early, Mom would make me cry so loud.

We’ve done things like this since I was seven. In the morning, he woke me up at school, jumping on the bed I slept in, and he started teasing me until I begged him to stop. But I usually got here on the next weekend, because then Dad left for work very early, so mom went to bed late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed, bouncing both in the air. In the past time, we moved to drop the ice cubes along the other shirts, water balloons from anywhere and when we worked in the courtyard, we would be sprayed each other with the garden pipe (although once we were not out when it happened. What a mess!). We basically acted more like best friends than mother and son.

However, this time I was able to escape the mother ducking under the arms and dazzle the stairs where our bedrooms where. I looked back to see if he also cared about coming after me when my foot lost a step and fell, banging the knee on the edge of a runner.

“Ha!” cried from the bottom and began after me, making two steps at a time. I tried to trip the rest of the road up, but I had to go slowly now, because every time I put the weight on my knee, a sharp pain would shoot him. When I got to the second floor, Mom had already taken me and took my shirt. Wraped forward, my shirt slipped through my fingers and I whistled around the first door to which I came, pulling me out of his grasping hands.

Seeing my parents queen size bed, I took a jump running and landed right in the middle of it, on my back, laugh hysterically and gasping for breath at the same time. Well, at least that’s what I was doing before mom’s body flew through the air and landed right above me, crushing the air from the lungs. While I lay there stunned, mom quickly swung a leg over my middle and sat over my pelvis.

“I got you!” she turned up.

“Yes, yes, yes, tell me. You just got lucky!” I defended myself. “Say, what’s for dinner? I’m already hungry.” I asked, trying to change the subject when my eyes were drawn to a sweat pearl, making it descend from the neck of the mother.

“When do I have dinner?! In the position where you are now, I should ask you this question!” He whispered, banging a long nail in my stomach. The beads put her through the collarbone, and now she’s heading towards that little neckline her blouse left exposed.

“Oh really… You want me to have dinner? Sure, how do a couple of cool TV dinners sound? I can mount them in a moment.” I’ve been teasing. I never take my eyes off my pearl.

“Smart ass!” cried and began to tickle me again. His prolonged effort had made her sweat everywhere and in some places, he had come across his blouse. The lace of his bra he had laid hidden under had now become visible in my eyes.

Suddenly, to my horror, I realized that with his sitting on me in that way, clinging all around, and the vision of that sweat pearl rolling down into his split, I got a hard-on! Even though I wasn’t completely upright, I heard him pressing against my shorts.

I froze, my mind was empty.

Soon, I decided it would be better to get out of there before mom found out about my reaction and I would be embarrassed all my life. I tried to go on my side, in the process of hunting mom to me, but of course she thought I was just joking with her. So he grabbed my arms and kept me down with his weight, slipping my legs back to get a better leverage on my fights.

“Oh no, don’t mister! Seriously, what are you cooking for dinner?” he asked while I looked straight in the eyes.

The feeling of his smooth legs and now sweaty that slip along the length of my bare legs was the final straw. My dick was now completely upright. I feel like it’s the head to peek the opening of my shorts’ leg.

“Whatever you want, mom, let me get up, I have to go use the john!” I prayed, trying to find any excuse to get her off.

“I don’t think so young. Maybe I should keep you here until you pee in your pants!” she rebelled, then she sat down and let her all her weight settle on me. Suddenly, a strange look came over his face. In a few seconds, his face expressed puzzlement, shock, misunderstanding and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. But this was the least of my worries, because I realized that at that time, my dick’s head now twitching touched the silk and naked smooth skin of the mother’s inner thigh!

“God, Mom. I’m sorry, leave…” I blush my face (probably my entire body) turning the red beet.

“Shhhh, don’t move, I think I heard something.” whispered, his eyes close.

Then he got a little shaken up to the head. With his motion, my shorts where they pulled up enough to free my dick completely from it is confined. Sourced upwards, he left a wetting trail behind his mom’s thigh until his further movement was blocked. The heat from that area was starting to me, but not as much as the fact that Mom had moved to position my dick against her cotton-covered pussy!

I froze.

Man, I didn’t know what I should have or could have done. What should I have said? It’s not every day that a boy’s dick touches his mother’s pussy. You know?

Mom leaned forward, her black hair hanging on my face. This motion had left my dick almost standing straight, touching nothing. At least not until Mom leaned back as she turned her hips to my head at the same time. Now my dick rubbed her almost all the way through her contour, starting from her ass and ends up twitching between her sweaty thighs.

He did this movement several times, bringing greater sensations to my dick with every new moment. Then she folded completely forward, bringing her face very close to mine. His sneezing breath washed me while his eyes now semi closed rolled out of sight.

“Mmmmm…” Mom moaned gently. With his breasts crushed among our bodies, I could feel the hardness of his nipples erected against my chest. Her continuous rubbing of my dick against the heat (and now wet) of her soggy pussy, brought a crazy desire to fuck my beautiful mother deeply.

Very deeply.

The very thought of shoving all my 7 inches in mom’s pussy made my dick swell so hard that it started to hurt!

I started trusting my hips from the bed, instinctively starting the fucking motions. I lost myself in the dry hump my mother when I heard something hot and humid touch my dick gently. My eyes flew open to find the source of this new feeling and I found and saw that the mother had lifted the front of the skirt and now had a hand at our crutches. Starting from the base, he caressed the length of my member with the back of his thin fingers. Then, moving to her pussy, she slipped several fingers under the cotton side of her panties and pulled it aside.

Again, I froze. It was the first time I ever saw a real pussy. The fact that it was my mother did nothing less. I’ve seen the pussies of hundreds of women probably (from magazines of course) and I’ve still got tired of the view below me. Her pussy hair was black as the hair hanging around her face, thick and curly. I could take out his long lips of pussy that come out through the forest that surrounds them, all inflated and sparkling. I could even take out her clitoris while she was proudly erect, like a little red dick. I would have sworn it was over.

Then the smell hit me.

It was a heavy and musky smell I had never met before in my 14 years. I don’t know what happened then, but without notice, my dick started shooting. I just gruntet and pushed the head back into the pillows as my young body pushed out wad after wave of dense sperm. I think I heard Mom Gasp, but at the moment I wasn’t able to pay attention to being sure. My ecstasy was prolonged when I heard her fingers surround my manhood and gently pump my dick length, repeating the movements I had done so many times alone. It ended in a minute, and my body collapsed. I opened my eyes.

“Thank you, Mom. I’ve never heard anything…” I stopped in half a sentence like mom lightened my dick still hard towards opening her pussy. Once again I felt the heat radiating from his body as if it was an oven. His pubic hair now exposed tickled me while his head slipped over the soft fur cover of his tumulus. Seeing that it was now covered with pearls of my hot spunk brought a strong twitch to my pinch.

He brought it back beyond, through the small cloud of hard meat, until my dickhead was wrapped up by its soft, warm, wet labia. The hot liquid was dripping from mom’s pussy while she brought her body down and almost passed out when my poor dick entered her body.

Jumping deeper into his body, his vagina’s silk walls slipped my foreskin, jumping out my dick’s blood-reinforced head, bringing him into contact with the surrounding walls of my mother’s most private place. I came back to the secret place of my birth.

We both left to cry while she put all her weight on me, letting me into her body until I could go. I felt that the walls of her wet pussy begin to ripple against the entire length of my buried member and she began to grind her pelvic bone against mine, crushing her clitoris against the hard base of my dick.

We were united in this way for some time, moving only to devour other hungry mouths while tremors ran through our bodies

Then she pulled out of me, always so slowly, and she just stopped when my head was about to pull it. Then, with the same crazy slowness as before, he stacked again on me.

“Oh, God, it’s beautiful…” whispered mom. I just stared at her. I didn’t know what the hell to do. On her knees, she started fucking me with a slow and easy movement. But with every stroke, I could say it went a little faster, a little harder.

I renewed my motions. Pushing me out of bed with my legs, I slipped into her pussy. It looked like the right thing to do, and with mom leaving some gas with each of my pushes, I think you were okay.

All this time my hands had laid on my sides, still. With the renewed dick on both of our parts, I finally had the courage to touch it. I slipped my hands along the soft skin outside her thighs, over her full hips and finally, I was holding on the smooth meat of her ass. With both hands, I pressed his sandwiches, reliving the softness that filled them. Moving a hand later, I heard the wet slit of her behind and soon my index finger crossed her little anus puckered.

The extravagant thoughts flew through my head from all the stories I read in porn magazines on that special opening. Putting my finger out of his sweaty back, I gently put the tip against his “back” hole. He didn’t react to the contact, so I kept working my finger in his asshole. It was slow to go, to be rather dry and tight. But once I had my finger in the past the first walnut, mom left out a low pond and felt her sphincter muscle start to milk my buried figure. I pulled it out a little bit, and then I slipped it all the way Mom suddenly got rid of it and then collapsed over me, crushing our breasts. I felt shivers running up and down her body, while her pussy and her asshole started pinching me with an amazing force. Frankly, mom tried my mouth with her and kissed me deeply, shoving her tongue in the back of my mouth.

Then he came up on me.

She was a bitch!

I had my mother cum!

All this was too much for me and my boyfriend started to spurt again. Soon, I pulled my finger from his asshole and both hands, dug in my hips. Then, with all the forces I could do, I dragged her on me as much as I could.

“Oh, God!” I screamed while my orgasm ripped my body. My balls shook and my world exploded. Spunk’s cocks shot in mom’s already dripping pussy and with every spurt from my dick, mom’s pussy got tight on my dick. He almost felt like he was trying to get me deeper inside.

“Here, cum for Mom!” I was in my ear, “Shoot your hot seed into mommy’s pussy!”

His exhortation made me the cumming last longer, longer than I had before. It seemed like I had a multiple orgasm! Gasping, my balls finally emptied and my exhausted body fell completely hooping on the bed. Moments later, my thick dick became soft and slowly slipped by her tight pussy.

While we were resting there, with his pose on me, I felt a hot fluid dripping on my dick and balls. Mom started moving her hips in a circle, gently rubbing her genitals together as I slightly kissed her cheek.

Realizing that they were our dick juices mixed that between mom’s pussy lips sent a shiver down my back. Its sweet rubbing mixed with the warm proximity of its soft body and still very fresh memory of what had just happened caused my dick to stir for a third time in half an hour. In seconds, my dick was pressing against the soft folds of her pussy lips that were thawing from the wet heat emanating from the opening they protected. I moved my hips around, using my dick’s head to feel for the velvety entrance of his body, but I didn’t come anywhere. I reached under her skirt, letting my fingers draw a path along her hips and thighs to her pussy. But this movement has aroused mom from her state. He didn’t say anything, but he just dumped me, rose from the bed and left the room as if nothing had happened.

After watching her, I put myself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I was wondering what happened.

I was a virgin this morning. The closest I ever had sex with a girl was a year ago when Sandy kissed me on my cheek helping her with her homework. Now, I just fucked a girl. Man, an adult woman! And especially that woman was my mother!

My butt was cold and wet. I rolled and saw a big stain on my bedspread under. The small white jism gobs left little doubt on the source of this wet spot. I was getting ready to find an extra set of sheets when Mom came back.

“I closed all doors and closed the shadows of the windows. I hope if anyone comes, they’ll think nobody’s home.”

She closed and closed the bedroom door and turned to face me.