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Subject: Title story: "MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER" Author: Incest Man 65439613
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Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 14:00:48 +0000
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MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER Part 2 of 4
Dinner was a nice change from the school food I had been used to for so many
months. Mom had fixed one of my favorite chicken dishes, and to my surprise, she
had a bottle of nice wine with it. I was surprised because alcohol in our house
had always been reserved for special occasions, like birthdays or New Year's
Eve. Mom said it WAS a special day, because I was home for the summer. And she
said that sometimes a glass of wine now and then helped her relax in the
evening. I got the impression that also had helped her cope with Dad being gone.
At least the sexual tension was gone from earlier in the day. My jerkoff in the
shower had taken my edge off and Mom was dressed much more conservatively, in a
pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt. I could see the faint outline of the
lace of her bra through the T-shirt, but I tried not to focus on it. To my
surprise, I started to fade right after dinner. I guess it was the combination
of the long day of travel, the pool and the sun, too much dinner, and the bottle
of wine that Mom and I had polished off. Mom was pretty relaxed too, but said
she wasn't sleepy. I asked her if she was OK since she was pretty quiet. She
said that she wasn't used to drinking quite that much wine, usually she just had
a single wine cooler while she watched TV or read. "As a matter of fact, since
you're turning in so early, I'll probably just go on in to the den and watch
some TV until bedtime" she said. "OK, see you in the morning," I replied. I rose
to give her a goodnight hug and a peck on the cheek, and once again marveled at
how good her body felt when I wrapped my arms around her. Fortunately my cock
behaved itself. I crawled into bed, and was out as soon as my head hit the
pillow. I awoke with a real need to go to the john, and groaned as I looked at
the clock and saw I had only been asleep a couple of hours. After I hit the
head, I decided to wander down to the kitchen and raid the fridge (there were
some definite advantages to staying at home!) As I passed by the den, I saw the
blue glow of the TV, and figured Mom was still up. I grabbed a Pepsi and opened
a can of Pringles in the kitchen and decided to go in and join her for a while
since I was up. I started to say something to her as I walked in the den, but
the words died in my throat. To say I was shocked was the understatement of my
life. Mom was watching TV, alright, but it wasn't a network, or even cable. Up
on the 35" screen was a picture of some guy sucking on a woman's hard nipples
while he had his finger in her pussy. The woman was moaning and holding his head
to her boobs with one hand while she stroked his enormous erection with the
other. My mother was watching a porno video. She wasn't JUST watching either.
One hand was clutching her right breast, and the other was buried between her
spread thighs. She had an emerald green robe hanging loosely from her shoulders,
but under it, she was completely nude. She had slumped down in one of the large
overstuffed chairs directly in front of the TV, with her head pressed against
the back and her feet braced against the coffee table. I noticed the slim anklet
glittering in the low light from the TV. Two empty wine coolers were on a table
beside the chair. The way our den is arranged, the TV sits at an angle in a
corner away from the door with the chairs in front, so I was looking at the
scene from an angle to the left and slightly behind Mom. The only light in the
room came from the TV, so it was pretty dark. I couldn't believe my eyes! I
moved slowly around to the left until I was standing directly to the side, about
ten feet away. I was afraid to move or even breathe, for fear of giving my
presence away. Not that she would have noticed me there anyway... She was
totally engrossed in the video which had progressed to the guy down on his
knees, eating the woman out while she mauled her own huge tits. When the actress
brought her tit up to her lips and licked her own nipple, Mom groaned and rolled
her head back. Then she grabbed her left tit in her hand and squeezed it upward,
while stretching her tongue out. She could reach the nipple with surprising ease
and lapped at it while her hand worked faster than before between her legs. When
she released her tit, the nipple was as hard as a peg on a coat rack, standing
up over half an inch off her breast. The wet half-dollar sized areola was a nut
brown in color and puckered up with little goosebumps. The rest of the breast
was creamy white, in stark contrast to the dark tan she had. Her nipple looked
like the bulls-eye of a target. She brought her right hand up from between her
legs, her fingertips shiny with her juices. She sniffed at it, smiled, and then
smeared the sticky goo all over her right nipple. She twisted and tugged at the
nipple until it was so swollen that it looked ready to burst. Then she cupped
her tit in both hands and squeezed it upwards, locked her lips around the
nipple, and sucked. HARD. When she was finished, she gasped and released the
rounded flesh. The tip looked red and swollen and I could see little teeth marks
around the nipple. I was dying. My heart was beating so hard and fast, I thought
my head would explode. I could also feel the same pulse in my dick, which was
harder than it had ever been in my life - swollen by the sight of my gorgeous
mother masturbating. I put the Pepsi down on a nearby table and reached down and
grabbed my cock through the thin cotton of my boxers. The front of my shorts was
soaked with pre-cum. I was hoping like hell that I wouldn't be caught spying.
The scene on the TV had changed again. The guy was fucking the woman in the good
old missionary position. My attention was mostly on the chair in front of me -
this was better than any video I had EVER seen. But Mom was entranced as she
watched the action. She slid down a little farther in the chair, almost lying on
her back. She reached down with her left hand and rubbed the top of her slit,
right over her clit. Her pubic hair wasn't shaved, but it WAS trimmed into a
narrow strip on either side and just above her cunt, stopping just below the
edge of the little white tan line left by that outrageous bikini. The hair was
jet black and mostly straight, to my surprise. A very tasty looking, manicured
little pussy. She moaned and shut her eyes for just a second and then opened
them as she watched the scene unfold. She continued rubbing her clit, while she
sucked on the fingers of her right hand. Whimpering, she spread her pussy lips
apart and slowly inserted the middle finger of her right hand all the way up to
the palm. Panting now, she started finger-fucking herself in time with the stud
in the video. I could hear a wet squishing sound and she was bucking her hips up
to meet her finger. Her thumb strummed her clit while her left hand went back to
her tits, squeezing and pulling at the pliable flesh. She grabbed a nipple
between her finger and thumb and pulled it out away from the white flesh of her
boob, stretching the nipple until it looked almost painful. She twisted it with
a groan, biting her bottom lip between her clenched teeth, and suddenly released
the nipple, letting it snap back against the swaying globe. The nipple looked to
be almost three-quarters of an inch long. The actors on the video were going
through the routine positions now: cowgirl, doggy, scissor, spoon, and Mom
watched through slitted eyes. Her moans were a little louder now and she pushed
her ring finger into her snatch as well. I could see the bright pink flesh grip
her fingers tightly. I could hear the soft "splat" of her palm against her clit
as her hips pumped more urgently. I could also smell the musky scent of her
juices. The insides of her trembling thighs were glistening in the low light
from the TV, and I could see a small stain on the silk of the robe under her
ass. Her taut body was shiny with sweat with a little trickle running down the
valley between her breasts. Her moans changed to a series of little hissing
pants, and then she shuddered through her orgasm. I couldn't help it. My dick
was so hard it hurt. I pulled it through the fly of my shorts and gripped it
lightly I was so turned on that I was afraid I would come at any second. I
pumped it once, and used my thumb to smear the leaking juice all over the head
of my dick. Then I started a slow rhythm, not nearly as fast as Mom's, but all I
could take without losing it. She suddenly pulled her hand from between her legs
and sat up..... I shrank back against the wall and froze. OH, SHIT. She'd seen
me! Wait. No, she was still staring intently at the screen, her chest shuddering
with each short breath. Mom raised her hand to her lips and licked her fingers,
then jammed the two fingers that had just come from her pussy into her mouth.
"MMMMMMMMM...." she moaned. I almost came at the sight of my mother licking her
sticky fingers clean. Then she leaned over and fumbled for one of the empty wine
cooler bottles. What the hell? When she began licking it, I knew. Sure enough,
in a minute, she lay back down and began to run the empty bottle up and down her
distended pussy lips. Again she opened herself up with one hand and slowly
rotated the bottle with the other, until the opening was just inside. Pausing,
she watched the screen, where the action was still going on at a furious pace.
Then she started a slow pumping motion, rotating the bottle slightly with each
thrust, taking a little more each time, until about three inches of the hard
glass was inside her cunt. She paused again. and then arched her back and gave a
muffled shriek as she jammed several inches of the bottle up inside of her until
the label was half covered. She started thrusting harder and harder, one hand
fucking the bottle deeper and deeper, while the other flicked across her clit.
Her pussy was warped out of shape by the glass dildo, the lips folded in on
themselves as she pumped. As her arms reached down to her crotch, her big hard-
nippled tits were squeezed together, creating a deep line of cleavage. It was
all I could do not to groan myself as I pumped my swollen prick faster, matching
her tempo. My knees were trembling as I watched that damn bottle slowly
disappear from sight inside her swollen red cunt. Her finger tips alone held the
bottom of the container as she shuddered with what appeared to be a small
orgasm. A small orgasm that grew, and grew, and GREW until her back arched and
she twisted her head to the side, TOWARD ME. Her eyes were clenched shut, but if
she opened them at all, she would see her son jacking his fat leaking rod while
he watched his own mother come. Her face was covered with sweat and her lips
were twisted into a snarl that was unlike anything I had ever seen. She buried
her face in the cushion and screamed, her cries almost completely muffled. Her
body bridged up, supported only by her heels on the coffee table and her
shoulders on the chair. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed both so hard
that I could see the supple flesh ooze up between her fingers. Her stomach
knotted up, and to my amazement, the wine cooler bottle was slowly pushed out of
her soaking wet slot. It looked like she was giving birth to the damned thing,
just as she had to me. I lost it then. As I felt my dick start to explode, I
frantically looked around for something to catch my cum. I couldn't just jizz
all over the carpet. The chips. The forgotten opened can was in my left hand. I
barely got the head of my dick to the opening before I exploded with a huge
blast, soaking the top layers of chips with my cream. Up on the screen, it
looked like the big finish was near there, too. The guy was straddling the
woman, and had his dick slotted between her big jugs. He was tit-fucking her,
getting ready for the obligatory cum-shot. Mom reached down and pulled the last
few inches of the bottle from her soaking pussy, gasping as the end pulled free
with a soft sucking sound. She slid the slick bottle between her tits, and
pumped back and forth while she tweaked her nipples, imitating the action on the
screen. Her black hair stuck to the side of her sweat slicked face as she
pinched her nipples and rubbed the bottle over her boobs, adding trails of cunt
slime to the sweat already there. When the big cum shot came on the video, with
the guy blasting all over the girl's smiling face, Mom moved the bottle to her
lips and turned it up. To my amazement, a small stream of clear liquid slowly
trickled onto her tongue. Mom was drinking the pussy juice that had collected in
the bottle while she was fucking herself with it! She moaned and lapped at the
tip of the bottle like it was a dick, and then she rubbed the bottle over her
cheeks and nose, even over her forehead, covering her features with her own
musky scent. She had a most satisfied expression on her face. As the credits
began to roll on the screen, I snuck back out into the hall on wobbly legs and
returned to my room where I collapsed on my bed, thinking of the awesome scene I
had just witnessed. My mom was the most erotic, sexual creature I had ever seen
- much hotter than the girls I had slept with in college last year. As I thought
about her, my dick began to get hard again, and, without any shame this time, I
began to jack off to thoughts of my mother, for the third time that day...
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