25 comments/ 764320 views/ 277 favorites Morning Mom By: loadedgun Hi I'm Ian, 18 years old and always gagging for it. I never met my father as my mom fell in puppy love when she was 14 and had me soon after. Michael, my father soon disappeared and my mom along with my grandmother had to bring me up. Now my Grandmother's gone and my mom's a successful lawyer, having educated herself whilst bringing me up. Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feely and full of physical love for each other. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned from work, hugs for getting good grades and basically got hugged for being me. Along with the hugs came kisses on the cheeks and pats on the back. The thing is: Mom's innocent. I mean the world to her and generally I am the model son. High grades at school, play various sports, clean up around the house and am the perfect gentleman. Even though mom had me when she was so young, she does come from a traditional family and has very strict moral values. She dresses conservatively when she goes out but at home she like to wear what ever is comfortable, including very thin tee shirts in the hot summer through which her tits are practically visible. Back to mom's innocence, she is just so trusting and still thinks that I'm a child. For example, last month when it was really hot, she slept in one of my old vests. It had a really low-neck line and through the sides you could see almost all of the side of her tits, as they were sleeveless. The vest was stretched and so she just slept in them and a sexy pair of black thongs. When I came downstairs for breakfast imagine the feast served out for my eyes. The fact that I was a man with manly needs didn't even enter her mind. I was her sweet innocent little boy and the fact that I was staring at her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. She bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even when she served me food at the table, giving me a perfect view of her naked tits and ass. She has perfectly tanned skin and a body like a porn actress. The whole time I was getting this show my dick was at full mast under the table. I regretted coming down in just my boxer shorts and a tee shirt. Luckily the boxers were cotton and stretched but it sure hurt and begged to be released. I could feel the pre cum had started to ooze by the time she sat down on the chair next to mine to join me for breakfast. From the way she was sitting the vest had risen up and I could see her crouch thinly covered by the thongs. No mother with an 18 year old son should dress like that in front of him - that's why I said mom's innocent – she just doesn't know what she does to men around her – especially me. Needless to say my hard on began to ache. Mom was incredible! I could hardly concentrate on food but had to maintain a sense of normality. Just then, the phone rings. Do I use this window of opportunity to make my escape or do I stay to be unintentionally teased? Luckily, the phone rang just as I was finishing and so I had a window of opportunity to make my exit without revealing my tented underwear. The following Friday was the last day of term. I arrived home late and contemplated what to do with my two weeks off. It was early spring and the sun was already making the days hot and required a shower in the afternoon just to cool down. I went into the family bathroom, slipped out of my clothes and admired myself in the mirror. I am fairly athletic and have a nice tanned slim body that I guess girls would find attractive. As I progressed to shower I noticed a crack in the base unit. It was small but I suspected that as I moved on it, the applied pressure would release more and more water out of it. I wandered where it would go and made a mental note to self to check it out tomorrow morning – today I was going to relax. As the man of the house, I end up doing all the traditionally male things: bulb fitting, shelf fixing etc. As I let me mind wonder to that morning with mom's vest my dick woke up. I applied copious amounts of shower gel on my hand as I proceeded to beat my meat. I felt guilty about fantasizing about mom but thought that as long as they remained fantasies and never did anything about it, it was ok. After about half an hour of yanking off, I was ready to explode. I positioned my rod to point down towards the plughole. As I was approaching the final stages of a glorious beating session, I heard a scream downstairs. It was obviously mom and I panicked for her safety. I shouted out to see if she was ok and to my relief she shouted back that she was. I turned off the water and jumped out of the shower. Just then mom knocked on the bathroom door and asked me to stop the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom's hair was slightly wet, as was her white blouse and black business jacket. She explained to me that there is a leak and that she was making tea in the kitchen, which is directly under the bathroom when the ceiling gave in a little. I rushed downstairs to have a look at the damage and was relieved to find that it was only a small patch of the covering of the ceiling and not the entire thing that had come down. I concluded that water must have built up in a small pocket in-between the wooden structural beams and gave finally gave in – just as mom was under it. As I turned my attention back to the kitchen after staring and poking at its ceiling for 20 minutes, I noticed mom standing there. In my rush, I had failed to notice that mom's white blouse had become wet and her hair sexier. I also kicked myself for not noticing it when her blouse must have been translucent. Although slightly dry now, you could still see clearly her black bra that was struggling to keep her ample breasts caged. Mom looked at me lovingly and walked up to me from where she was standing and gave me a hug. Apparently I had impressed her with my natural ability to lead and take control of a situation. I was still slightly wet and still only dressed in a bath towel. The hug awoke my dick but just as mom was parting. We starred at each other and then laughed at our predicament. Financially this would not be a burden. The insurance should cover it. Mom then made her exit from the kitchen asking me as she walked towards the upstairs what I wanted to do this evening. I try and stay in on Fridays and spend time with mom and go out with friends on Saturday nights. I shouted back that we'll just grab a pizza and a movie or something as cooking in the kitchen is probably not hygienic until it's properly cleaned of all the shower water. I realised that when I was inspecting the damage, water from the shower and dirt from the ceiling material must have fell on me. I needed another shower and the only other bathing place in the house was in mom's room. I ran upstairs and knocked on mom's door. There was a silence and then she opened the door. "Mom, I'm still dirty, can I use your shower?" Mom playfully argued that she got dirty first and that she should use the shower first and ran into the bathroom and closed the door but left it unlocked. I stood there with a massive hard on as I realised that for the first time in years, I was in her room as she was preparing to shower. I heard her tease me from behind the bathroom door that she won the fight to get into the shower. I decided to use this time to my advantage and finish off the session I had started earlier. I went into my room and slid the towel around my waist so that I could position my dick out without having to disrobe. I sat on the bed and started to yank away. The picture of my mother in her transparent blouse came to mind. Only in my fantasy, the blouse was still wet, very wet. Before long I was again at the verge of exploding with ecstasy when I head mom shouting out that she had finished and wanted me to use her bathroom. The voice sounded as though it was nearing as she spoke. Realising that I had to shut the door entirely, I sprang to my feet and apparently just in time, as mom entered. I must have looked flushed but she didn't say a word – again the innocence. She was a sigh. She had a towel wrapped around her that barely covered her breasts and hardly came far down as her pussy. I deducted that her bathrobe must have been in the wash or something. I realised my rod was tenting out of my towel and a false move would slip it into the open. Luckily she didn't notice a thing and just wandered back into her room as I followed. As I followed her, I looked down and realised that my dick had indeed released itself and was poking out. With mom's sexy ass swaying from side to side in just a thin towel three feet away and me behind with my dick out in the open I felt naughty and guilty. I tucked junior back and adjusted the towel so the slit was to the side. The tenting only grew as I followed her so I decided to quickly overtake her as we walked through the door and run to the shower. Once inside, all I wanted to do was to finish off beating my meat and get rid of this aching boner. I let the towel fall to the floor as I jumped into the shower. I could still smell her soap and shampoo and where ever else she uses to look and feel so good. I looked down and noticed a small piece of hair stuck to the side of the tub. On closer inspection I found it to be mom's pubic hair. Mom's pubes! No w I really was ready to burst. I put the tiny piece of hair to my nose and could only smell the perfumed soaps that it had come into contact with. Never the less it was enough to make my ole stand to a full attention. I proceeded to apply mom's luscious smelling soap to my body knowing full well that she would have run it all over hers. I made sure my pole got to know the soap intimately. I put the found pube to my nose with one hand and yanked at the mammoth hard on with the other. Within minutes I was ready to cum. As I looked around my surroundings a sudden realisation set in. I was in my mom's bathroom. Everyone knows that cum doesn't easily wash away and I know that if I were to come in her tub which doubles as a shower, she'll be bathing in it soon. A naughty though crossed my mind that that might not be so bad. My mom swimming in my cum filled bath but my policy of drawing a line between fantasy and reality meant that I could not cum here right now. I contemplated the toilet bowl but knew that there would inevitably be a few spurts that flew towards the surrounding wall and ornaments. Hugely disappointed at my predicament I rushed through the rest of my shower, towelled myself and exited mom's bathroom, pubes intact. Mom was not in her room but the clothes she had worn earlier today were piled on the floor. Again noting to myself that I can only fantasise about mom and never do anything to realise that dream, I slowly picked up her garments. As if by magic, her bra and thong fell out of her crumpled up shirt. Being a tit man, I felt the bra with my hands and my already hard dick awoke to a full attention again. Having heard the shower stop, Mom called out to me to choose my pizza. Shocked by the noise, I dropped the clothes and ran out of her room and into mine. Minutes later I was dressed and just before going downstairs, went back to mom's room and re-piled the clothes the way they were. When I reached downstairs, mom was in her usual attire of track pants and t-shirt – no bra and possibly no underwear. Mom had cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and was sitting at the breakfast table with the pizza menu. Our local pizza place also has a selection of the latest videos. We ended up ordering one large Meat Feast and some romantic flick for mom and an action one for me. The rest of the night was a usual Friday night for us with us watching one movie after the other and going to sleep at about midnight. Before turning in, while brushing my teeth in the family bathroom, I noticed that water was leaking from the shower tap into the crack in the base unit. I feared another pocket of water building up and decided to turn off the water supply to my bathroom and to be on the safe side, instructed mom that we didn't use the family bathroom until we got a plumber or builder in. This of course meant that I had to use mom's en-suite bathroom in the meanwhile. I was pretty tired by the time I got to bed so must have drifted straight off to sleep despite the hard on that was raging under the covers. Later on that night I awoke from a dream. I dreamt that I was on a beach with mom but instead of us being mom and son, we were lovers. I was romantically touching her and it felt like we were getting ready to have sex on the beach when I woke up. Hard on and wide-awake I also felt a desire to pee. Wearing just my boxers, I crept out of bed and made my way to mom's room to use her bathroom. I slowly opened her bedroom door and saw her lying on her back in her bed. The light from the street lamp shone enough brightness for me to realise how truly beautiful she was. Reminding myself that she was my mom, I walked around her bed and made my way to the bathroom. My hard on took a while to go down before I could pee and the image of mom lying there in probably not much more than her thongs made it even more difficult. I then went back to my room and fell asleep but found it difficult to get rid of the image of mom on that bed. The fact is, I forced myself not to look because I had set myself boundaries but just the thought of what she could have been wearing and how she probably looked in them made my cock hard. The following morning I woke up with a huge hard on and decided that I needed to get rid of this thing or else it will stay like this for the whole day. Even tough mom usually respected my privacy; she has been known to enter my room without knocking. For both our modesties sake, I decided not to beat off just yet and hoped to get some time to do it when she goes shopping or something. It must have been about 9am – still early for a Saturday but I though I better get up and get the bathroom sorted. I walked downstairs and realised that Mom hadn't woken up as yet. I needed to pee and so made my way to mom's bathroom. She was still sleeping deeply and I could see she was wearing my old vest that struggled to contain her tits, especially after a night of turning. Worried she'd catch me staring; I quickly proceeded to make my way to the bathroom. Struggling to pee because of the hard on that had by now formed, I tried to think about nonsexual things. On many occasions, I have made Mom breakfast and if she still isn't up by the time I finish, I normally take it to her in bed. Deciding that I will reward Mom, I crept out of the bathroom and mom's bedroom and made my way to the kitchen. I proceeded to go about beating the eggs, frying bacon, sausages, mushrooms and toasts for the usual Saturday morning big breakfast. Worried about the raging hard on, I was both hoping to get a glimpse of mom in her sexy nightwear in bed and hoping that I she'd wake up and come downstairs so that it won't be that hard on my dick. I finished cooking breakfast about 9.30am and still no sign of mom so I decided to take it up to her. I squeezed some oranges and added a white rose from the bouquet of flowers that was in the living room to the breakfast tray. As I opened Mom's room door, she had heard the noise and started to stir. Her face lit up as she saw me walking in with the tray wearing my boxer shorts and loosely covered by a terrycloth robe. Mom stretched and yawned and momentarily almost letting one of her boobs slip out of the vest. She was still in the duvet that covered her from the waist down. She patted the space next to her on the queen size bed motioning for me to join her. I placed the tray in her laps and walked around the bed to slip my self into the duvet. As I lifted the covers I realised that she must have been naked underneath that vest because it was riding quite high and I couldn't see a panty line or any hint of underwear. Mom started on her breakfast, occasionally feeding me a piece of something on the tray as I enjoyed the view of those magnificent globes from my vantage point. I could nearly see right through to her light brown nipples from the way she was bending and feeding the both of us. My day old hard on was back to haunt me. I could see and feel it tenting the duvet as I tried to divert Mom's attention to the breakfast tray. The as Mom was gulping down the last drops of orange juice I noticed her eyes subconsciously drawing to the tent that was now clearly visible. As a reflex action to divert mom, I tipped the glass over her mouth and spilling a little on her and the duvet. Mom immediately thinking it was a play fight, threw what little liquid was left on me. Having successfully diverted attention from my dick, I reached for the breadcrumbs still left over on her plate and throw that on her. As I waited nervously for her reaction, she calmly put the tray down and they within a flash jumped on me. She had caught me by surprise and in the process managed to pin me down. I was now directly under mom with her supporting herself on her knees and thus not touching my tenting pole that was straining to be contained within my boxers. She lay on top of me with my hands pined to my sides and her tits dangling loosely in front of my devouring eyes. I quickly moved to release her grip on my wrist and diving straight for her armpits. Even in all the commotion I was surprised to find how smooth and soft a woman's under arms really are. She screeched and closed her arms around my tickling fingers under her arms. In the struggle, she lost all balance and fell right on my boxer covered hard on. I could feel her smooth skin my thighs and knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear. My pulsating dick touched her womanhood and I really don't think she realised because there was no look of surprise from her at all – just playfulness. I controlled her body on top of mine, inadvertently enjoying the feel her ass on my dick, thinly covered by my boxers. When the tickling became too much for her, she collapsed uncontrollably on my body and in doing so moved my boxer shorts down just enough to release the head of the monster within. So there she was lying on my body, exhausted with her vest riding high enough for me to feel her cunt around my left leg and the head of my dick on her stomach. My hands were still wedged between her armpits. She looked up at me and then said something about me winning and pleaded with me to let her go. Just as I was about to release her, she attempted to tickle me. It was not my turn to move uncontrollably as I tried to resume my tickling position on her. We moved around a lot. At some point, my dick popped out and as mom was back on her knees supporting her weight. I feared the worst and tried to escape but mom surprised me with her strength. She pinned me down but not before placing all her weight on my hips. I could feel the raging hard on and was even more surprised to find mom completely oblivious to it and just concentrating on the fight at hand. She slid about trying to keep me down and at one point it happened. I felt mom's pussy. It felt wet and inviting. In all the moving and her attempts to put more weight on me, she had parted legs wide and my dick was right at the entrance if not through the outer lips. I was beyond control and not having released all this pent up frustration in such a long time, I fought her into position and gently slid her along the length of my shaft. She was wet! I could feel my precum and her juices. I released my hands from her and grabbed her ass and pushed her on to my awaiting dick. She grasped and then looked at me sternly. I wimped out and pretended not to know what was going on and replaced my hands from her ass back to her armpits and stomach to show that I was still playing tickle. But there was no denying that my huge dick was deep inside mom. She must have thought it was a mistake and not wanting to scare me, continued to play fight and tickle me. But this time it was a lot more gently. Morning Mom We moved slightly to tickle, not using any of our strength at all just moving enough to stimulate what was going on down there. Not more than a minute of this and I could feel myself getting ready to climax. I figured that if I came in her, then this whole incident would have been innocent and would look like I was the innocent one who was not oblivious to it but also didn't feel a thing. She the jumped on me a little, pretending that I had ticked her and made her jump. That did it and I erupted in her. She must have felt something strange inside because soon after, even she started to shudder. We continued to feel each other up in the pretence it was tickling while we came together. After what must have been about a minute, I regained normal consciousness and realised the implications of what had happened. I had fucked my mom on her bed and come deep in her and she had willing participated but neither of us wanted to face reality so we blamed it on a stupid tickling fight. Exhausted, mom returned to my chest with my dick still buried deep in her. I could feel the cum oozing out of her tight pussy as the size of my dick shrunk. I contemplated acting maturely and removing my dick from her in an obvious manner and taking to her about it. On the other hand, leaving it like this and playfully removing my dick while ticking her would keep the innocence. Morning Mood Part 1 Gabriella got up, at her usual time, to go to school. After hitting the snooze button three different times she rolled out of bed knowing a shower was out of the question. She scooped a pair of slightly wrinkled shorts out of a laundry basket next to her dresser and carried them to the dryer where she found a wearable shirt. While eating toast and drinking orange juice, she let her shirt spin in the dryer with the rest of the clothes that had been sitting in there for at least three days. Gabriella had sweated in her sleep the night before and could smell herself while she ate. She didn't smell too bad, but the odor, although faint, was noticeable, just as noticeable as the slightly slimy feeling in her vagina, which she couldn't help but take advantage of by crossing her legs and swinging one leg back and forth, causing her vaginal lips to slide against each other. Meanwhile...Antonio was awakened by Gabriella in the kitchen, clanging dishes and silverware together. After unsuccessfully trying to go back to sleep Antonio rolled out of bed to take a piss. Finding it difficult to urinate with a morning erection, Antonio took advantage of the sensitivity of his penis, which was intensified by his need to pee. He hid just out of Gabriella's sight at the edge of the dining room. She sat, wearing only a thin pair of white cotton panties, finishing her orange juice and reading an article in Cosmo about a method of female masturbation. Antonio saw her leg swinging back and forth and imagined her pussy lips sliding against each other. He noticed her supple, full, creamy breasts and began tugging and rubbing the enlarged head of his penis. As the dryer ran and Gabriella continued to read her Cosmo article she became extremely moist and she felt her heart quicken as she quickened the pace of her leg swinging. Antonio noticed a flush of red on Gabriella's cheeks and upper chest and began to wonder if she was becoming aroused for some reason. This suspicion only amplified his yearning to sink his fingers into her delicate flesh and systematically cover every part of her ample figure with his mouth. He continued to manipulate his member as Gabriella continued to fantasize about utilizing the methods she was reading about in her magazine. She became unaware of her need to leave for school and fell into a trance, only aware of her images of masturbating later that night and the warm tingling between her thighs. Suddenly Gabriella was snapped out of her trance by the thought that Antonio would be laying asleep with his cock, stiff and reddened by it's inevitable erect state. She immediately left her chair and began to make her way toward the bedroom and that thick, veiny, wanting prick. Antonio's heart pumped ten times faster as he realized Gabriella was getting up and walking right upon his secret session. For a split second, it ran through his mind to just act as though he was walking into the kitchen, half asleep to get a drink of water, but he just froze with his dick in his hand and his heart in his throat. Gabriella turned the corner into the living room and was startled by Antonio standing there, his magnificent prick, barely covered by his hand. Some how they both knew what was going on. They both knew that each of them wanted one thing, and that one thing was... Part 2 Some how they both knew what was going on. They both knew that each of them wanted one thing, and that one thing was non-stop, uncensored, uninhibited, unbelievable, XXX rated, practically illegal, hard-core fucking. Once their eyes met they scanned each other's eager bodies quickly and frantically looking for the best, most sensitive region to invade. Gabriella made the first move by dropping to her knees and taking Antonio's, swollen, aching cock into her mouth. She clutched his trembling ass cheeks and slid his prick passed her lips, teeth, and tongue, to the back of her throat. Antonio moaned from deep within and felt his testicles tighten as his hips eased forward to welcome Gabriella's warm, inviting mouth. Gabriella remembered only being able to take half or at the most 3/4 of Antonio inside of her without gagging. But this time her throat seemed relaxed and her primitive urges surpassed her normal reflexes and she welcomed his enlarged crown partially down her throat. She continued her grip on Antonio's ass as she held his penis deep in her throat and sucked him. Antonio was already on the verge of climax and struggled to pull away from Gabriella's grasp. When he finally broke free he grabbed her by her wrists and pinned her to the floor. He sunk his teeth deep into her soft neck then sucked her ear lobe into his mouth. Gabriella arched her back, pushing her soaked mound against his pelvis. As Antonio worked his teeth, lips, and tongue along Gabriella's shoulders, collar bone, and finally her breasts, she struggled to free her wrists, enjoying the frustration of being bound to the carpet. Antonio licked and suckled the soft tissue surrounding Gabriella's nipples, periodically brushing them with his lips and the tip of his tongue. Gabriella lay in erotic agony yearning for Antonio to engulf her nipples with his mouth. She longed to feel his tongue and teeth on her eager, erect points. As Antonio kissed and sucked Gabriella all over her upper body, her wrists still gripped tightly, all she could think of was her tight nipples and how urgently she needed them to be trespassed. Finally, Gabriella freed one hand, raised her torso from the floor, clutched Antonio by the hair and forced her left nipple into his mouth. Just as Gabriella performed this maneuver Antonio took the opportunity to use his free hand to thrust his index and middle fingers, unexpectedly into Gabriella's hot, wet hole. The anticipated ecstasy of having Antonio's mouth on her nipple and having his hot, thick fingers invade her simultaneously was almost too much for Gabriella to bare. She felt her back tighten and her toes curl as her asshole burned hot. Still gripping Antonio's hair she pulled his face down, between her quivering thighs and lifted her ass away from the carpet, bringing her swollen clit to meet his lips. Antonio immediately released her other wrist and squeezed Gabriella's fleshy, round ass in his hands as he sunk his tongue deep into her slippery cunt. He always loved the way she smelled, especially down there. But this morning, she hadn't bathed and her smell was even more pleasant than usual. Antonio took in Gabriella's carnal odor as he sucked and licked her without mercy. Gabriella uncontrollably screamed and gasped for breath as she concentrated on the sensations Antonio was generating for her. Antonio licked and fingered her inviting slit as he rubbed his bloated member against the coarse carpet. Finally Gabriella could not take anymore teasing; she wanted hot dick in her hot cunt. She began to pull Antonio up on her body but he resisted only licking and prodding with his tongue with even more engrossment. Gabriella's obvious desire to have him inside her magnified Antonio's enthusiasm. He maintained his position and placed his hands behind Her knees forcing her thighs up against her full breasts. He then plunged his tongue even deeper than before. He bit and sucked the backs of her legs and made his way back to her pussy, often alternating between her clit and her asshole. After at least thirty minutes of pussy and ass eating Antonio finally appeared to give in. He sat up on his knees and positioned Gabriella to be entered. But he did not enter. Much to Gabriella's agony Antonio held the head of his cock against her clit, occasionally flicking the head inside her moist, hot opening. Antonio pinched her nipples, sucked her neck and clutched her ass as his thickness teased and taunted her throbbing lips. Gabriella pleaded, begging to be fucked as Antonio denied her pleasure and took pleasure in her torture. Part 3 Gabriella pleaded, begging to be fucked as Antonio denied her pleasure and took pleasure in her torture. Gabriella's futile attempts to thrust her pussy around Antonio's thickness only made him enjoy the game even more. He continued to massage Gabriella's enlarged clitoris with his bloated crown as Gabriella practically came to tears yearning to be entered. Finally as Gabriella did begin to cry and to claw Antonio's back, demanding he penetrate her, he impaled her forcefully and felt his balls slap against her ass. Gabriella let out a wail and arched her back to welcome the fucking. But Antonio did not fuck her. He immediately took his cock out and much to Gabriella's frustration he began kissing his way back down to her throbbing mound. He licked and bit the insides of her thighs periodically flicking her clit with his tongue. Gabriella began to cry again demanding that Antonio fuck her or she was going to leave. "Do you want to get fucked, you little slut...huh...do you?" "Do you want my cock in your dirty little cunt, you fucking whore?" "Tell me you want my cock, that you want me to fill your pussy with my cum!" "Fuck me you asshole...I need your cock in me right now...I swear to god I'm gonna fuckin leave if you don't prick me right fuckin now!" Antonio took his mouth from Gabriella's soaking twat, pulled himself up to his knees and thrust his manhood deep inside her anxious hole. Gabriella's back ached with carpet burn but her pussy burned with ecstasy as Antonio pumped and prodded her, in and out. "Yeah baby, oooh, your cock feels so good...God...yeah Toni, fuck me papi...get dirty with me baby...oooh...you're so good!" Antonio wiggled his hands under Gabriella's ass forcing her knees to her ears. He squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks as he slowly, deeply, plunged his aching pole into her again and again. Antonio felt blood trickling down the crack of his ass from the sex-induced clawing Gabriella had administered. The blood tickled his asshole and ran down his balls as he continued to plunge in and out. Gabriella's moaning amplified Antonio's excitement and he quickened his pace, anticipating an intense orgasm very soon. Gabriella matched his rhythm and lifted her ass off the carpet to meet each of Antonio's powerful lunges. Each of them was entranced by the continuous, erotic motion of their performance. Antonio knew Gabriella was on the verge. He quit holding back and fucked her with all he could afford. He fucked Gabriella so deep he felt his balls virtually follow his cock right inside her ragged pussy. All Gabriella could sense was the intense friction of Antonio's activities. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a flood of tingling indulgence pulsed through her. She felt it in her pussy of course, but she also felt it in her back and in her toes. As Gabriella made fists with her toes and pushed her pelvis in the air, her inner thighs trembled uncontrollably. Antonio knew she was cumming and wanted, so badly, to fill her with his seed. He held his cock deep inside Gabriella, his ass cheeks tightened by his effort and his pelvis trembling. His sack tightened as he neared climax. Antonio's balls caught fire and his legs developed cramps as a result of his hot load nearing the boiling point. He attempted a few more thrusts but they were poor attempts because of the unbelievable sensitivity of his penis. His face reddened and contorted as he emptied his loins and filled Gabriella more with each orgasmic spasm. After about two minutes of moaning and writhing Antonio collapsed onto Gabriella's breasts and lay still. Neither of them was able to move. Morning Motions I awake early that morning, rays of bright sunshine slanting through the blinds' parsed divisions, pressing invadingly against my closed eyelids. I stir and yawn languidly, reaching out with a probing hand beside me, expecting to encounter your sleeping form, yet, my fingers meet nothing but empty space, grazing almost regretfully across the cool sheets. I slowly open my eyes, squinting, adjusting my vision to the relentless assault of the sun's glare. I turn my head, only to confirm what my hand first discovered. That the space beside me is empty, devoid of your familiar form, the only indication that you were even here, being the slight imprint of your head on the pillow, as well as the rumpled sheets where your body recently slumbered. I lay still, listening for any telltale sounds which would give me a hint of your whereabouts, but alas, there is nothing but silence. My thoughts drift to the previous night, the intimacy that we shared, and suddenly, I yearn once again for your presence. This desire propels me out of our warm bed, exposing me to the cool chill of the room. Nude, I quickly envelop myself with my terrycloth robe and set off to investigate. I shuffle soundlessly across the hall, when I notice the light spilling out from the bathroom. The door is partly open and immediately, I get a teasing glimpse of you. Your bare feet peek out from the door frame, as does your head. From my vantage point, it is obvious that you are seated on the toilet, slightly hunched forward, your face, a mask of concentration, as you stare fixedly down at the tiled floor before you. I can see that your hands are clasped together in front of you, propped against your knees, your arms resting across your lap. Just then, I wonder if I should retreat unseen, back to our bedroom, or if I should continue forward. Surely, you would not want to be intruded upon during such a private moment, but why then would you leave the door slightly ajar, almost as though extending an invitation? As though being led by an invisible magnetic force, I continue forward until I have reached the threshold of the doorway. You still seem oblivious to my presence, as you shift slightly atop the toilet, the plastic seat creaking protestingly under your weight. You emit a subtle sigh, and clear your throat. Tentatively, I push open the door, and you look up at me. You seem startled, an awkward expression fleetingly crosses your features, but yet, you express no other signs of protest. I take in the splendid sight of your revealed nude form atop the toilet, similar to that of a God seated on his throne. Your legs are slightly parted, yet, even from my sideways view, your dark mass of pubic hair is starkly visible, the limp cock it adorns now hanging suspended between your legs, disappearing beyond the bowl's rim. I had never before consciously admitted it to myself, but I then realized that watching you take a shit was always an ever-present fantasy lingering on the borders of my imagination, yet, it always remained repressed, as proper girls weren't supposed to entertain the thought of such distasteful, taboo matters, or so I'd always been told. Feigning innocence, I apologize hastily and reluctantly begin closing the door but surprisingly, you call out, stilling me in my actions. "If you need to come in here, go ahead. I don't mind," you announce, your voice slightly strained and breathless, from what I only assume to be an effortful attempt to get your bowels moving. I can feel my heart accelerating with anticipation and I cautiously push open the door, as you continue to look up at me with a sheepish look on your face. I shyly enter the bathroom, noting that the distinguishable odor of fresh shit is still absent from the room, indicating that you have not yet been here long. "Sorry, I didn't know where you were and..." I stammer, forcing myself to not look at you, as tempting as it is. "It's okay. I think we slept in a bit, so if getting ready on time means the both of us being in here, then so be it," you say with a laugh, trying to break the awkward moment. "Besides, don't mind me. I'm just taking my morning shit. It's not like there's anything you've never seen before," you continue to justify. "Well, I HAVE seen you naked before, but I can't say I've ever seen you taking a shit," I retort. "True. But still, at this point, I don't think we need to be shy around each other anymore, don't you think?" Feeling relieved at your words, I also have to laugh, given the situation we are presently in. Here we are, carrying on a conversation just as casually as if we'd been seated at the kitchen table, exchanging pleasantries over breakfast and the morning newspaper. "Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll continue on with what I was doing," you announce, shifting on the toilet once again, turning forward. I casually make my way towards the counter and attempt to make myself look preoccupied, absent-mindedly running a brush through my hair, fumbling in my cosmetics bag for nothing in particular. I look down at you, afraid to be discovered, but you seem too absorbed in your task to even take notice. Your head is bowed, and my ears pick up on all the sounds you emit; every inhalation and exhalation released through your nose, all of the muffled groans and soft sighs. Your body seems to tense with each labored push, and I encourage you wordlessly. You release the occasional flatulent bursts which echo against the porcelain confines of the toilet bowl. Because you are leaning forward, there is a slight gap between your body and the back of the seat. I can easily see the dipping juncture of your butt's deep crevice, and if I allowed myself to lean in a bit more, I could probably get a glimpse of your turds as they emerged, lengthened and gathered in the depths beneath, but I decide to remain immobile. Soon I hear the distinctive, familiar crackling sound which announces the beginning of an arduous expellation, but I do not dare move in for a closer look, and I resign myself to simply imagine the bounties coming forth. As the slow crackling continues, I begin envisioning every detail of this first, wondrous specimen. I estimate it to be just now emerging from your puckered, dilated anus, the tip protruding outwards like a turtle's head. It is most probably hard and knobbly, consisting of a tight cluster of compacted fragments. You pause to catch your breath before bearing down once more. As the moist popping sounds continue to emit forth, I begin guessing at the turd's approximate length thus far, predicting it to be about 4 inches long. I would imagine the turd is now smoother and perhaps lighter in its shade of golden brown, as it continues to crackle, seemingly endlessly, and I estimate the turd is now beginning to slowly taper off. At last, the crackling ceases, indicating that it is probably hanging suspended from you, just before your anus releases and clenches, pinching it off, as it lands in the toilet with a hollow splash and finally settles with a bubbly fizz. You lean back to rest against the toilet tank and look up at me, red-faced from your exertions, and I wonder if you were even still aware of my presence during all this time. "Whew, that was a big one!" you exclaim breathlessly. "Yeah, it sure sounded like it," I reply nonchalantly, still trying to look busy with my cosmetics bag, when all the while, all of my senses stood at attention, unable to ignore what I had just witnessed. "So, did you enjoy the show?" You ask me with a teasing grin, and I realize then that I've been caught in my furtive admiration. "Not really. It stinks pretty bad in here, actually," I say with a tone of forced disgust. To be honest, I had to admit the odor wasn't all that unpleasant, and I didn't mind it in the least. "Well then, you're free to leave because I'm afraid I'm not done yet," you say, returning into position. "I survived this far, I might as well stay," I say jokingly, and you just nod your head and laugh before plowing forth with another push. This time, your efforts are more quickly rewarded, as it doesn't take more than a couple of minutes before another wave of crackling announces itself. I notice that it is more precipitated, which means the passing of this turd is progressing with much more ease than the previous one. Soon, two deep splashes follow each other in succession, indicating that one single turd has probably broken off into two separate sections. You bounce slightly, as you attempt to dislodge a small, clinging piece, making it land with a plop. Amazingly enough, more crackling ensues, and a couple more turds are released, at this point, landing with nothing more than a faint thud, as they join the remarkably accumulating quantity beneath you. At last, you have emptied your reserve and you release a loud, conclusive grunt. I approach you, looming over you, getting a teasing glimpse of just one of your many glistening turds lying in the obscured depths below. You unravel some toilet tissue from the dispenser beside you, tilting sideways to clean yourself, allowing me an unobstructed view of your creation below. The formation is truly remarkable, consisting of at least six, generously-proportioned fragments. I then move to stand in front of you, and I notice that your cock is now erect. I grin and begin to wonder at its state of arousal. Perhaps your erection was simply caused by the pressure of your overbearing turds as they pressed against your sensitive prostate, yet, I choose to believe that you are turned on at having me here, watching you perform this very intimate, natural act. By the time all the lingering traces of your shit are wiped from between your shapely, taut butt cheeks, you have completely covered your excretions with the soiled paper, while the turds themselves have begun to dissolve, tinting the water with a murky shade. You raise yourself from the toilet and press down on the flush handle, and we both watch as the expelled contents spiral and disappear out of sight. "Here, I think we need to further clean that sexy ass of yours," I tell you seductively, my hands cupping both your ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly. I shed my robe and lead you towards the shower, as we finally proceed with getting ready for our much delayed day... Morning My Sweet Morning my sweet. My slowly hardening cock woke me. Nestled between a pair of fleshy buttocks. My hand resting on a hardening nipple and the smell of sex hanging in the room. Slowly I crack my eyes open to be see a neat elf crop of blonde hair above a slender neck. My cock hardening between her cheeks as my hand runs over her nipple. A deep sleepy groan emerges from my conquest and her bum shuffles back into my cock. I can feel the heat from her sex as my hand runs over her flabby tummy towards her legs. Gently I lift her thigh, her bum pushing back into me, and gently slide my cock into her. Rocking gently into her I can feel how hot and wet she is. My push being met by her. Gently and slowly fucking her, my cock sliding into her wet slit. My hand working its way back up her body. Gently pulling on her nipples as her sleepy states allows me to tease her. My cock now sliding freely around her hole, dipping in and out of her. Her thighs wet from my endeavours of the morning. The smell of her sex hits my nose, I need to taste her, tongue her morning mound. Gently taking my cock from her wet hole I feel her hand reach behind her searching for it. I shuffle down the bed, under the covers, hold her knee and turn her onto her back. Her legs opening up for me to gain access to her innermost secrets. The daylight streaming through the thin curtains and sheet I can she her slit, neatly trimmed and glistening from the mornings start. My fingers gently traced along her hole, stroking her labia and clit. The groan once again comes from deep inside her. My fingers gently unfolding her, my tongue tracing along her wet lips and a gentle flick on her hard clit. A sharp gasp emits from my love as I continue to lick at her. Tasting her deep muskiness, smelling my self in her from the night before. Gently sliding a finger in to her she raises her knees to give me better access, my tongue still slowly languishing at her. 2 fingers now gently running in and out of her, fingers now covered in her juice. I raise them to my mouth and taste her truly for the first time; the taste hardens my cock even more. I need to fuck her but I also need to taste her more. My tongue flicks in and out of her, licking my finger and her clit. The moans now becoming louder as I feel her cunt grip my fingers. Pushing her slit onto my face, my tongue and fingers now deep inside her, I feel the warm sweet gush as her cum gently splashes against my face. Wave after wave of warm, musky goo on my tongue and fingers. I look up and see her chest and tummy rising, exhausted and breathless, her boobs hanging down on her arms. Her own fingers now exploring her own sex and feeding my hungry mouth as I suck her fingers clean. Lapping at them like an excited terrier. She lifts her leg over my head and rolls onto her front, then pulling her knees up onto the bed offers me a glorious view of her gaping wet hole and fleshy big bum. My cock now hard and rampant is eager to show this lady what we missed last night in our drunken stupor. As I go to kneel behind her, one last long lick the length of her. From clit to her dark tight ass. The squeal of delight rising from her as my tongue just quickly flicked her dark hole. Reaching between her legs she holds my hard cock at the opening, rubbing it against her clit, she shudders with pleasure. With her face and tits resting on the bed and her arse high in the air she tugs my balls and pulls me into her. The loud exhale and shudder ripples through her body and over my now enveloped cock. Slowly I push in and out of her slit; I can feel her fingers on her clit and rubbing the shaft of my cock. Every push into her, her fingers dip in. The sensation is incredible, her fingers running along my shaft as I push deep into her grinding my balls against her knuckles as I push slowly and deeply into her. Picking up speed now she reaches past my balls and starts to push against my arsehole. My balls now slapping against her clit as I gain momentum. My hands pulling apart her fleshy bum, lifting slightly so my shaft drags against her clit. Her breathing becomes fast and shallow, I feel my balls tighten and the sensation f being close to shooting my load, every thrust forward is now met with a deep grind, I feel her muscles tighten around my cock. Grabbing my balls she holds me inside her, her cunt now wanking my hard cock, I feel a swell of warmth washing over my cock. My balls now tight in my hand, her slit grinding on my cock and the warmth and delight of her cumming was enough. With a grunt I exploded my self deep into her. A loud contented sigh came from my love as she felt me spray the inside of her inner self. Collapsing onto the bed, my love now at the side of me, my arm over her. She turns to face me, her smile a radiance of light and joy. I kiss her long and gently. My hand massaging her bum, her flabby tummy and pendulous breasts pushed against me. Everything fits together so beautifully, every stretch mark on her body and slight blemish makes her more beautiful. Pulling her close to me I whisper in her ear. "They said we would only last 6 months. 12 years later and I love you more and more each day. Happy anniversary Mrs..................."