Guilt Ch. 02

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When I woke, I lay there on top of Mom’s cushy backside for a long time without moving or speaking. I wasn’t sure of anything right then. What time it was. When I had fallen asleep again. How long we had fucked. How it had started. Or how I had managed to enjoy it so much. As I lay there breathing in the old, familiar smell of my mother’s body it was that last one that stumped me the most.

I couldn’t remember feeling even the slightest twinge of sexual attraction to her when I was growing up. She smothered me with affection, sure, but it had been such a subservient and apologetic kind of attention that to be honest, by the time I was a teenager, I was beginning to understand why Dad loathed her so. In some ways I enjoyed having a mother who never criticized and who was always ready to cushion my fall by blaming herself for my every misstep. But then it’s hard to have much respect for someone who’s so eager to demean herself before you.

There were times when I screwed up on purpose, blatantly and inexcusably, just to see if she’d come to her senses and give me what I deserved. But I quickly learned that she was incapable of judging anyone but herself, and fucking up only served to punish her. And I didn’t want to punish her. At least I thought I didn’t.

At some point while I was thinking about all of this I realized that I was no longer lying motionless on top of her, but had begun to slowly slide my fully erect cock back and forth along her slit. Her pussy was getting wet again and had pretty well lubed up my rod when I felt her stir under me and whisper, “Oh. Oh God.”

As soon as I realized she was awake I stopped, more out of curiosity than anything. She didn’t say anything else at first and neither did I. I could feel her breathing growing heavier as the memory of last night came back to her and the gravity of our present predicament hit her. I gave my cock, which had stopped with the head right at her opening, a little twitch. She jumped slightly, but with my full weight holding her down she couldn’t go anywhere.

“Honey no,” she said. It was the first time in my life I had heard her utter that word to me. I didn’t like it.

“What was that?” I said, and I eased the head of my cock into her.

She grunted hard and dropped her head back down on the blanket with an anguished look çekmeköy escort on her face as I pushed my shaft the rest of the way into her. “How?” she said as I slowly withdrew it, then “UUuhhgh, how?” as I thrust it back in.

“What do you mean ‘how’?” I said, but she didn’t answer right away. I kept up that rhythm for a few minutes, slowly pulling my cock out and slamming it back in, eliciting a little cry and a “How?” each time. Finally I pulled myself up behind her, and gripping her fat hips I started to fuck her harder.

“UUUoohh, UUohhh, OOHHhh, GAAAWWD! HOW?!” she cried. “I’M YOUR MOTHER! HOW CAN I DO THIS?”

“You know how,” I panted, pulling her harder onto my cock. As if in answer, she lifted herself up onto her elbows and pulled her knees slightly closer together, raising her ass up to meet my hips, which were by now pounding into her. She didn’t say anything else, but closed her eyes and let her head bob open-mouthed as I started to fuck her with abandon.

I let completely loose, even more than I had in the middle of the night, slapping her ass and moving my hands up and down her sides and shoulders and down to her huge, swaying boobs. She didn’t make any more complaints or objections, and I could even feel her pushing back against my thrusts. I don’t know how Dad used to fuck her, but from the look on her face and the way her pussy was gripping my cock I guessed we were pretty close.

After about ten minutes I felt an orgasm suddenly approaching and I eased off. I pulled my cock out of her and reached down with one hand and slid it back and forth over her slit, pushing hard on her clit each time. She moaned uncontrollably as I moved my fingers around in little circles over her button.

When it seemed like she was getting close to cumming I grabbed her left hip with both hands and flipped her over. She grunted as she landed on her back with her legs spread open wide and her feet planted next to the edge of the bed. Her eyes became enormous as I quickly got off the bed and dropped to my knees between her legs. She barely had a chance to gasp as I dropped my face into the large patch of dark hair covering her pussy. She pulled her knees together and reach down and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me away from her drenched pussy.

“Honey, no, please!” she said.

“What cevizli escort did you say to me?” I said sharply, grabbing her by the wrist. She immediately let go of my hair, but she kept her legs closed.

“You’re my son, you can’t,” she pleaded. “Not down there. Not with your mouth. Please.”

“Spread your legs,” I said with a stony, menacing stare, and her resistance went limp. Her knees fell apart and her hands went to her face, covering it in shame. As my mouth covered her fat pussy and I began licking and sucking on her clit, her lungs sucked in air as if water had been thrown on her. Her moans became louder and higher as I devoured her clit and her wet, swollen lips.

“OOHHHH GAWWWWDD, MY SON, MY SON,” she groaned. “OOOHH PLEASE, HONEY, YOU’RE — OH, GOD, OH, GOD. YOU’RE MY SON.”

After a few minutes of having her cunt lapped her hands came away from her face and she put them on my head again. Her pelvis started to buck up into my face as my lips clamped down on her pussy and I worked my tongue furiously on her clit.

“NO, OH GAAWWD, HONEY, YOU CAN’T. OH GOD, NO HONEY, NO, YOU’RE MAKING ME — UUHHHNGGH, HONEY, YOU CAN’T, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM! OH GAAWWWD, YOU’RE MY SON, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM! HONEY YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!”

Her heels dug into the muscles in my back as I sucked her clit furiously into mouth. While the waves of her orgasm were still subsiding I pulled my face away from her cunt and got to my feet. I took one of her ankles in each hand and stepped up between her legs again, shoving my cock all the way in.

She looked incredibly hot like that, with her big heavy legs held apart and looking up at me with wide eyes that were drowning in ecstasy.

“Oh, god honey, I’m your mother,” she said, but no longer plaintively or with anguish.

“Is that what you are?” I said, looking her straight in the eye as I plunged my cock in and out with slow, powerful strokes.

“I’m your mother,” she whined, but again there was no complaint in her voice.

“I don’t think so,” I said, still not breaking eye contact.

“I’m your mother, honey, oh god, I’m your mother. OOOhhh, your mother.”

“You’re my what? I said, picking up my pace a little.

UHHngh, honey, I’m your mother. Oh god, baby, I’m your mother.”

“My what?”

“UUUHHNNNGH, erenköy escort I’M YOUR MOTHER, HONEY.”

“What are you?”

“OOHH HONEY! I’M YOUR MOTHER! OH, GOD, YOUR MOTHER, HONEY, UUUHHNNNGH, YOUR MOMMY.”

“WHAT ARE YOU?”

“OOHHHH, GOD HONEY, I’M — I’M YOUR WHORE! I’M YOUR WHORE, BABY! OH GOD, HONEY, YOUR MOMMY’S YOUR WHORE!”

“That’s right, baby,” I said, smiling at how nasty she’d become. “You’re my woman now, aren’t you? You’re my little whore, aren’t you Momma? That’s right, you’re my fat little whore!”

I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders and leaned forward, taking her huge boobs in my hands again. My hips were slamming loudly into her ass by this time and with her big body being jolted so violently atop it I thought the old bed might collapse. She was staring at me with narrowed eyes and her mouth was open, baring her teeth like an animal.

“OOOOHH GAAAWWWWD YES, I’M YOUR WHORE, HONEY. I’VE ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU, HONEY. I’VE ALWAYS BEEN YOUR WHORE. MAKE MOMMA YOUR OWN LITTLE WHORE FOREVER!”

Hearing her talk to me like that pushed me over the edge, and with a series of savage thrusts I came inside her. I don’t know if she came again, but by the time I let her legs fall from my shoulders and I dropped panting on top of her she looked just as spent as I was. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked into her eyes. The uncritical adoration and abject obedience I saw in them no longer repelled me, and I realized that she was right: she had always belonged to me.

“Roll over,” I told her, wanting to make sure. I took a step back and without a word she rolled over onto her stomach, putting her feet on the floor so that she was bending over the edge of the bed. I was amazed. The site of her big chubby ass and legs — a site that not twelve hours earlier had made my stomach turn — now set my mind on fire with lust. My cock was already painfully hard again, and as I stepped forward and once more took ahold of her wide hips, I slowly spread her cheeks and pushed the tip firmly into her little pink asshole.

“Oh, God, honey,” she said, as I slid an inch at a time into her tight, fiery hole, but she made no attempt to pull away, only gripping the quilt in both hands and arching her back to give me even more of her ample ass. She was absolutely right, I said to myself again as I planted my staff deep inside her: this had always belonged to me. The revulsion I had felt for so long was only there because I hadn’t claimed her yet, hadn’t really made her mine. And now that I had, I wasn’t going to waste another moment.

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