The Aggressive Mother

[SexyChele]

OOC: My apologies to this thread and it's creator. Unfortunately, the RW dealt me a real winner this week, and I've had to deal with other things at the moment. And now, on we go!


IC:
At first she was surprised when he pulled from her arms, but she smiled as she watched him seat himself and begin to stroke. She walked over to him, standing above him and placing her hands on his shoulders. She brought his head to her breasts, and closed her eyes at the feel of him there, where her heart was pounding.

When she released him, she placed a finger under his chin and gently brought his face towards hers. Bending over, her lips pressed against his, and she could feel his breath coming fast and quick. She pulled away, and smiled at him, before lowering her eyes to watch him.

Then, kneeling gracefully between his legs, she ran her hands up his thighs, letting her nails lightly tickle the fesh. She ran her finger down over his balls, then clutched at the large head. His eyes questioned her, yet she could only smile.

Leaning forward, she gently pushed back the foreskin, before running her tongue along the head, feeling him swell against her tongue.

 

[The Preacher]

My mother became more beautiful in my eyes as each precious second passed. Her tits hung over my face, and with almost superhuman willpower (maybe the last time I would exercise this perticular power), resisted the urge to lick, suck and slobber over her large breasts and tight nipples. She wasn't going to stop, and now, my false hopes of her wanting to stop had vanished.

She knelt down before me, my hand was still on the base of my cock, thinking foolishly that this would discourage her. It did not. She grasped my powerful thighs strongly, ran her fingers up them. It was intensely sexual, and the feelings it brought in me made me shudder what would happen when her mouth finally touched my cock.

Her trained fingers then found my head, and worked that with even more skill, before the inevidable happened, and her damp tounge, touched my engorged head.

 

[SexyChele]

She ran her tongue around the head of her son's cock, brushing against the foreskin. With one hand, she grasped the base firmly, pulling him up towards her. Her teeth lightly pushed the foreskin back, exposing the swollen head.

Eagerly, she ran her tongue over the head as her hand began to stroke the base of his cock. She tasted the pre-cum gathering at the tip and placed her lips around it, sucking hard at the sweetness her son was offering her.

She sank back on her heels as her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue playing with the bit of extra skin just behind the head. Her other hand ran a light pattern up his thigh until she was able to tickle the skin of his balls. Looking up into her son's eyes, she grasped his balls, lightly squeezing and pulling. She wanted to see every expression on his face. And she wanted to see him watch her enjoying him.

And enjoying him was what she was doing. She enjoyed the taste and feel of her son's cock on her tongue. The very thought of this being a taboo, made her nipples harden and she felt a sudden gush of wetness between her thighs. She was initiating her son into the pleasures of sex - and the thought aroused her.

 

[The Preacher]

Without even realising, I placed my hand on her head, I played with her curly hair with my fingers, and lightly pushed her further on me. I murmered softly, "Oh Mom, you are good at this aren't you?"

She was looking up at me, her mouth full of cock, it was, however, obvious that she was smiling, enjoying taking me in. I felt her suck, hard and soft, I spasmed at her touch, as I grew closer to orgasm. I then had a decision to make, did I want to get off now, or did I want...more? I wasn't sure, maybe I should have let her decide. The way I saw it, I'd come quickly, this would all be over. I'd push it to the back of my mind. I'd cum, and leave, that'd be it, she couldn't get any more out of me then, could she?

"Mom, I'm gonna cum soon...I think."

 

[SexyChele]

At the sound of his words, she smiled to herself. She could feel her son’s cock swelling in her mouth, and yes, she knew he would be ready to explode very soon. She lifted her head from him, and continued to stroke his cock as she smiled up at him. She could feel his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp. She groaned slightly.

Standing up, she let her robe slide off of her shoulders, exposing her body to her son. She thought she saw fear in his eyes, but she continued to smile. Grabbing his shoulders, she straddled his lap, lowering herself onto his thighs. His cock rose hard and rigid between them, and she rocked back and forth, feeling the length of him against her wetness.

Her son started to say something, but her lips quickly met his, silencing his words before they were spoken.

“Charlie, what I’m going to show you, let you do, will always be special for you. I want to share this with you. I want to be your first – not some cheap, back-alley slut who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

She lifted herself up and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Sliding down slowly, she was surprised at the feel of him filling her. She sighed heavily, letting a small cry escape her lips. She began to move, up and down, then rotated her hips, feeling him fully. The thought that she was fucking her own son consumed her thoughts. She knew that what she did was taboo – that others would hold judgement against her. But the very thought that this was her own son only served to heighten her desire and need. She began to increase her speed, suddenly wanting to feel him fill her with his thick, hot cream.

 

[The Preacher]

As she lowered on me, her lips sliding over my teased and erect cock, I closed my eyes once more, chuckling at the thought, the restraining myself, disciplining myself for such a terrible thought and action. I placed my hips on her waist, such a slender, sexy waist, and felt her rock on me. My hands grasped her firmly, holding her in place, refusing to let her go. However soon, almost involuntarily, they wandered up to her breasts, and I began to massage them, roughly, almost foolishly. I grabbed her back, and began to suck on each nipple ferociously, pulling, almost biting her. I had begun to take a very active role in this exercise.

All the while, her pussy slid over me, giving my cock all the sensations it had desired and more. I was speechless, as I sat on the toilet seat, rocking to the beat of my mother.

 

[SexyChele]

She wrapped her arms about her son’s head and pulled him into her breasts. She rocked harder on his cock, grinding her clit against him.

“Go ahead, Charlie, bite them,” she murmured to him. “I remember when I breastfed you – how much I enjoyed seeing your lips curled around each nipple, sucking the milk from my breasts. Now that you are a man, I want to feel your teeth pulling at those nipples that used to feed life to you.”

She bent her head over him, kissing the top of his head, feeling his teeth digging into her tender flesh. She gasped with pleasure as her movements continued. Raising herself up on tiptoe, she slowly, but steadily began to her son’s cock.

Over and again, the idea that this was her son, his cock buried deep within her, his lips once more circling her breasts, drove her desire into a frenzy – she knew she would not be able to get enough of him.

 

[The Preacher]

Her words got me worked up into a frenzy. I bent my strong back and began to nuzzle, bite, lick, suck and worship her beautiful and round breasts. She began to groan and scream with desire, which only increased my tempo, both in pumping her full of my cock, and in my mouths adventures over previously unexplored and craved territory.

Hearing her speak in such a motherly fashion, began to strangely arouse me. What was before disgusting, then troublesome, then scary, then inevidable, was now pleasurable beyond my wildest dreams. Not only physically, but something mentally too, made this experiance truly unforgettable.

 

[SexyChele]

She wrapped her arms about her son’s neck, drawing her to him as she arched her back. She began riding him faster, harder, her thighs tightening against his.

“Yes, Charlie, just like that. No, don’t stop, please!” She ground her clit against her son and felt the familiar tingle rise to the surface. Her clit rubbed against his pubic hair, giving her intense pleasure alone. But she desired more – needed more.

Her movements became faster, and more animalistic. She clutched her son’s shoulders and began to bear down on him. As her orgasm overwhelmed her, she began to convulse and strain against him. She felt her pussy muscles contract around his cock. She cried out her pleasure, not caring that she was saying “son” instead of his name in the mist of her pleasure.

As she floated back to reality, she looked into her son’s eyes and saw the yearning still there. She smiled at him as she gave his hard cock a squeeze with her pussy. She kissed him softly, then slowly began to rise.

“Here, let me show you which position is most enjoyable for both a man and a woman.”

Walking over to the sink, she bent over the counter and spread her legs, exposing her sex to him. She smiled at him, encouraging him.

“Fuck me, son. Come over here and ram that cock of yours deep into my pussy!”

 

[The Preacher]

I looked, baffled, frustrated, and angry. I looked at my cock, exposed, covered in sweat and juice, but not semen. I had expected to get this over with quickly, however, things had changed somewhat. I now wanted to explore this situation, when she yelled out "Son", I was running wild in my head, it was out of this world, erotic beyond belief.

I walked over to her exposed cunt, my dick slapping against my upper stomach.

"Mom, that was mean to tease me like that. I'm going to have to tease you now."

I said this in a deliberate, self assured manner, like an experianced lover. I knelt down, smelling her scent as I moved. I held her ankles, and began to lick up her legs, until my head sat just below her cunt. I moved my hands up, massaging her thighs, peering at her thick lips, with light, whispy, black pubic hair, which had collected with her juice. I licked it off with the flat of my tounge, like an ice cream. I ran my tounge along both lips before expertly darting in and out of my slutty mother. Tickling her swollen clit. I was no veteren, but it was clear she was highly aroused and sexual, as I sucked on her clit, listening to her moans.

 

[SexyChele]

She smiled at her son’s complaint of “teasing”. Why, he didn’t even know just how much a man could be teased!

However, all thoughts vanished when she felt his lips and tongue between her thighs. She clutched the countertop, and began to move her hips, encouraging him to continue. As his tongue entered her cunt, she cried out and began to move against him. As her son wrapped his lips around her clit, she could think of nothing else. She began to move against his tongue, riding him, enjoying him.

“Oh, Charlie, you said you’ve never been with a woman, then how do you know to do this? To drive a woman crazy with desire?” She spread her legs wider, moving faster, her hips rotating. At that moment, she knew she was a slut, a whore – her son’s slut and whore, and she didn’t care. She didn’t want it to end.

She began to feel her body tingle, then tighten, and she grabbed the counter even harder.

“Charlie, yes, yes! Make your mother cum – NOW!” She began to feel her body spasming and jerking, waves of pleasure running through her body in never-ending succession.

 

[The Preacher]

I smiled as I heard her cry and spasm against my lips. Slowly, I let go of her clit, from the grip of my mouth. I rubbed my cock against her pussy. My head brushing the sopping lips. I grabbed her hips once more, a strong, manly grip, holding her still. I leant over her shoulder, as I thrust just my head inside her.

"Mom, I'm really enjoying this, but I need something from you before I can cum inside of you."

She turned her head in curiousity, I made a silent bet with myself that she'd promise anything for this reward.

"I want to repeat this. Again and again. Night after night."

There was something very demonic and insistant in my voice. An intensity, a demand.

 

[SexyChele]

As he began pushing his cock into her, she felt her pussy grasping at him. She wanted him, oh yes, she wanted him!

As his lips brushed her ear, she heard his demand. Her mind reeled, even as her heart skipped a beat. To have this every night! The feel of her son’s cock in her, his lips on her pussy, tasting him, enjoying him.

“Yes, oh yes, anything! Just fuck me, Charlie!”

Her mind vaguely thought about the fact that she had just agreed to fuck her own son nightly. What should happen if they were found out?

But then her son was entering her fully, and the only thing her mind could concentrate on was his fullness within her. Her body responded to him, moving against him, wanting him to fill her completely. Her lips moving as a whisper escaped, begging him to fuck her, to fuck her hard.

 

[The Preacher]

I smiled as I heard her whimpering, falling under my command. What had started as a lesson for myself, had seen her become almost a slave to my desires. She wanted cock, and seeing as no one else in the town would give it to her, she'd turned to me, and I loved it.

I placed one hand on her rock hard abdomen, just above her cunt. The other I rubbed on her ass, as I ground my cock into her pussy, her yelling echoing in the acoustics of the bathroom, her tits hanging in the sink as I began to nail her from behind. My cock somehow grew thicker as it re-entered her pussy. I rubbed my hand up and down her stomach as my thrusts grew in speed and intensity. Her legs seemed to buckle as I grabbed the flesh on her ass and squeezed hard, my eyes closed as I groaned loudly at the sensations on my cock.

 

[SexyChele]

She felt his cock ramming into her cunt, and she could not remember another that had given her as much pleasure. Briefly, her mind thought back to the time when her son was growing, his body becoming lean and well-defined. She realized she had wanted him then, and now wished she had taken what she wanted.

The coolness of the porceline sink tickled her breasts, even as the counter cut into the flesh of her belly. Yet, all she could think of was her son's cock filling her, pounding her, fucking her. She began to move back against him, wanting evening more of him, but his hands held her steady. He was holding her prisoner to his desire, to his lust.

He would find out that it was not easy to wrest control from her.

Concentrating, she squeezed the muscles within her cunt hard against his cock. She thought she heard him grunt, and she smiled. Working the muscles in her cunt, she began to milk his cock, pulsating against him, squeezing him. Each time he pulled from her, she would squeeze even tighter, attempting to hold him inside of her.

Her moans increased, and she knew she was near another orgasm.

"Charlie, fill me. Fill me with your seed - I need it to cum!"

 

[The Preacher]

The sexual baton seemed to have passed once more. My childish thoughts of control had little justification. She knew exactly what she was doing. I rocked back, my arms free, only my cock in her, and I didn't thrust, I didn't need to. It was like her rolling her fingers over me. Wet, slick fingers. I was so warm, so lustful. My mind swirled as she worked me.

It lasted some minutes before I couldn't take it anymore, I thrusted twice and exploded inside of her. I fell on her back, reached down and pinched her nipples as I continued to pulsate inside of her.

OOC : any ideas how we should end this (not saying it should end now)?

 

[SexyChele]

She felt her son thrust into her, and heard his grunts. She moved against him, wanting all of him inside of her. She felt his cum dribble down her thighs, and she moaned in complete pleasure. She knew it was wrong of her to want her son, but she knew she would not stop here. No, this couldn’t end here!

His fingers continued to play with her nipples, pinching, twisting, pulling until she was gasping and telling him to stop. His laugh stopped her. She spun around to confront him, but the look in his eyes stopped her.

She reached up to caress his face, but he slapped her hand away.

“Charlie, what is it? Why do you look at me that way? Don’t forget – I’m still your mother!”

Her mouth dropped as she heard his words, even as her body shivered with delight.

 

[The Preacher]

"You've never been my mother. You're just a whore, a dirty, dirty whore. You know it, and so do I, so let's not sugarcoat this."

I had a renewed confidence in dealing with my mother. She needed me now, and I certainly planned to exploit her. Her words were so empty. Trying to pull the responsible parent card, when she was naked, her pussy seeping with my cum, stumbling over the bathroom. Her eyes glazed over, her make up smudged, her hair frazzled. She looked truly pathetic.

"Say it, be honest to yourself for fucks sake, we both know it, tell me you're a whore."

 

[SexyChele]

His words came to her in her lust-crazed mind - it was her son's voice, but it was a man talking. She raised her hand slightly to strike him, but lost her footing and fell to the floor on her knees. She tried to get up, but her son held his hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place.

She looked up, words of reprimand on her tongue, when she noticed his dripping cock still hard in front of her. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted to feel it every night, if possible. She gasp as she realized mentally that she was willing to be her own son's whore, if that's what he wanted.

"Yes, Charlie, I am a whore. Your whore, your slut. Don't stop, please don't stop. I need you, I need this." She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to stroke him, feeling the wetness on her hand, even as she felt the wetness seep down her thighs.

 

[The Preacher]

As I looked down at her, a devilish smile creeped onto my face. Needless to say, previous reservations about fucking my mother had faded away. Originally, she stuttered the words out, but as she came to the end of her plea, she was moaning, stretching the words out desperately. She clutched my cock in her hand, cold from gripping the sink.

I was hard once more. I had almost become soft when I made my demand, her words, and how she stated them, had breathed life back into my cock, and I watched with pleasure as she grabbed me.

"Yes, that's it slut, it's your job to please me now."

 

[SexyChele]

She could feel her son’s cock harden under her hand, and she smiled up at him. Yes, she would please him – but as long as her words had this effect on him, she knew she still had some control. She would gladly let him think he was in control.

She leaned forward, her tongue sliding down the shaft of his cock until she reached his balls. She tasted herself on him, and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. She slid her tongue back up the shaft to the tip, where she swirled her tongue tasting the combination of his pre-cum and her own juices on him.

She turned her head so as to allow him the best possible view of her lips and tongue sliding along the tip of his cock, and the look of sheer pleasure on her face. She parted her lips, letting his cock slowly pass through them into the warm, wet, softness of her mouth. Her tongue danced over his cock, licking and exploring him once more.

She raised her hands to his ass and dug her nails into his flesh. Pressing him towards her, she felt his cock slide deeply into her mouth. Her groans were those of pleasure as she felt him fill her mouth, her tongue working the underside of his cock.

 

[The Preacher]

I looked down at my mother licking me clean before taking me in her mouth for the second time tonight. I looked down at her, hair stuck to her face with sweat and her own juice. I watched her eyes, her mouth. She purred quietly with pleasure as she set to work on me. With all the skill of a mechanic and the love of a home cook, she blew me. She truly was a slut, a true professional.

"Oh god, you slut, you fucking slut. Every cock you've sucked up to now was practice for this moment. You fucking dirty, dirty whore, take your son, slide me down your throat."

I wiggled my hips closer to her and began to slide in and out.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth, and I want you to start moaning and don't stop unti you feel my semen in your mouth!"

I ordered, looking down at her, making eye contact, as he lips still spread wide, continued to slide over me, her eyes telling me "yes"