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Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 16:44:53 +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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