10 comments/ 121377 views/ 32 favorites Mom Caught Us By: Momstheboss Mom and I shared an apartment on the first floor of an apartment complex. I drove mom to work every morning, attended my classes and returned home until time to pick up mom. I had returned to college to get the few credits I needed to teach math. Dad? I prefer not to mention are talk about him. He was a no good drunk and good riddance to him wherever he is. There was a new couple in our four-apartment complex, living right above us. They seemed like newlyweds, as they were always kissing and hugging each other. As their bedroom was right above mine, I could hear them fucking nightly. The apartment complex was apparently built cheaply and sound insulation was nonexistent. This was quite a torment, as I had no girlfriend at present and usually ended up masturbating after listening to them for a few short minutes. I use the term "a few short minutes" literally. John was quick as a bunny and I felt sorry for Jane. I figured there was no way in hell he was satisfying his young bride. Jane apparently did not work as I saw and chatted occasionally with her when I was home after classes. John worked long hours and I rarely saw him spoke to him. Mom got to know Jane in a very unusual manner. She had learned their schedule by clearly hearing their every move. Mom discovered that they were receiving the newspaper and on Sunday morning mom would steef their newspaper early in the morning, returning it before they retrieved it at breakfast. That is until one morning mom neglected to replace the paper. "You lowlife tugboat son-of-a-bitches." We heard Jane loudly accusing the two tugboat captains that shared the apartment across from her. "I want my damn paper back." Her hammering on their door, no doubt, left Jane with the impression that they were cowards, not home or possibly not the culprits. My mother was scared out of her wits to the point she could not return the paper that morning. A couple of days later I saw Jane out in the side yard. I confessed the whole affair with the paper and begged her not to say anything to my mother. I told her my mother had promised not to take her paper again. Jane and I had a good laugh and all was well. Mom however apologized later. All was well to the point where I began to get baked goodies from Jane almost weekly. She was a good cook and seemed to laugh easily. It was not long until we were sharing her baked goodies in my apartment during the afternoon. She openly admitted she preferred my apartment. If her husband or family happened by, she could easily leave by my backdoor giving the impression she had been outside. I looked forward to her weekly supply of goodies and always invited her in to share. "How did your mother know when to get the paper and put it back?" She queried one day while having apple pie. "Unfortunately, we know y'all's every move. The walls of these apartments are paper-thin and living on the first floor we hear just about every move you make. Mom apparently knows your schedule on Sunday mornings." I replied. Her left hand went to her mouth! "Jon, are you serious!" "Afraid so." I told her. I watched her trying to hide a mischievous smile. "Which bedroom is your mother's?" She questioned. "Hers is to the right." I answered. "Mine is to the front." "Thank heavens! I would be embarrassed to no end if I thought your mother's bedroom was under ours. How embarrassing would that be?" "If I'm understanding you correctly, you don't mind me hearing you and bunny John doing your thing, but it would embarrass you that my mother would hear?" "Bunny John!" She said before breaking into a hysterical laugh. She was laughing so hard she had trouble with the rest. "I get it! You are funny!" I studied this 5'5", bone slender little blonde of probably 22 years as she laughed herself silly. I was not going to tell her that my mother had indeed heard their short minutes of lovemaking, while we sat on my bed going of our finances. My mother's eyes widened first at the sound of the thumping of the bed, then, widened again when John's feet hit the floor in less than five minutes. We looked at each other knowingly and could barely contain our laughter to a subdued volume. "How often does that happen?" Mom queried. "Which one? Their lovemaking or the bunny hop!" We broke up again laughing uncontrollably. "Bless her heart!" My mother finally managed to say. Back to the present. "I'm sorry if I miss spoke." I apologized. "But I don't find anything funny about a man not satisfying his wife." "You're what, 25 or 26?" She questioned. "You've been married, I suppose?" "No! But I've had enough girlfriends and read enough to know both people need to be satisfied." "Don't kid yourself!" She defended. "I'm well satisfied. I take care of myself! I let my fingers do the walking and a few toys." "To each his own, I suppose." I retorted. I had embarrassed her and she excused herself and left without finishing her pie. I thought I might have alienated her but she was back at the door the following week with a cake. I invited her in as had become the habit. She appeared a bit withdrawn as I tried to converse with her. Then. "I've been thinking about what you said." She said confidently. "About?" "About two people satisfying each other." She offered. "I think I need to consider that." "Then, talk to him!" I said. "Tell him how you feel. Give him something to read." "I will consider that." She replied. "But I was thinking a little bit more about the here and now." I looked over my piece of cake at Jane. My index finger pointed back and forth between she and I. "You mean this here and now?" I queried. "Yes. I know your schedule too. We have at least three hours." Jane moved towards me. I scooted my chair backwards and she took a position on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately. We kissed passionately for many minutes. I was not brain-dead! This gal desired TLC and I wasn't about to let my own neglected sex life get in the way. I finally placed my hand on her right breast. Her tits were small and so perky I had not considered her being braless. She was. I thumbed her nipple and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at her quick rise to passion. Moving my hand to her right thigh, slipping under the thin material of her cotton dress, she spread her thighs and my hand palmed her panty-covered treasure as her slim ass lifted As my fingers probed her protected pussy, she tried to suck my tongue from my throat. "Let's go to your bedroom!" She said breathlessly, breaking our kiss. She scooted off my lap and I placed my hands on her almost nonexistent hips and guided her out of the kitchen, through the living room and through my bedroom door. Quickly, we disrobed. She literally bounced into the bed landing on her back. I followed her just as quickly and flipped her over to her belly. I began to ravish her flat ass, kissing, squeezing, licking and nibbling. "Stop please! You're tickling me!" She chattered. "OHHhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Nooooooo!" Which of my actions were tickling her or driving her to ecstasy, I did not know. I did not care! After a lengthy pleasant torture, I flipped her to her back. I straddled her body, kissing her briefly on the lips before proceeding to kiss her body. Every nook and cranny! "I never knew it could be so good!" She sighed, her right hand fiddling with my cock. "Where did you learn to treat a woman like this?" "I'll never tell." "Are you going to fuck me soon?" She queried. "Your cock is gorgeous!" "Soon!" I assured her. Reaching her mound, I scrubbed my nose into her thinly haired blonde bush. I maneuvered downward a bit, spreading her legs. As I lifted her ass off the bed, I looked into her eyes as I put my mouth to her pussy. Her mouth opened and she sighed loudly. Her moans were music to my ears as I pleased her pussy, occasionally concentrating my tongue on her clit. I was surprised when she scrambled over the bed, reversed direction, straddling my head and taking my cock into her mouth. Surprised only for a moment, mind you. I grabbed hold of her skinny ass and went back to doing what I do well. Unfortunately, Jane sucking my cock got me quite aroused and I was spending much of my time concentrating on her clit. Her mouth lifted from my cock only to moan a deep passionate moan of orgasm. I did not give her time to take my cock into her mouth again. She was light. I maneuvered her off of me and on to her knees, positioning myself behind her. As tenderly as possible, I pushed my rock hard cock into her pussy. "I'm going to faint!" She cried lustfully. "I was secretly hoping you would fuck me like this! I've only seen it in videos! Lord, it's good!" "Did you see 69 on video too?" I quizzed. "Yes." As my stroking into her was so slow, it could barely be called a rhythm, I wondered if she was going to feel the same when I revved up on her ass. After long minutes of playing with her ass and tits I began to seriously fuck her. Her yelps, grunts and moans did not transmit pain or discomfort. I continued to pop her ass with determination. It was an effort to hold myself in check. I finally relented and slowly and tenderly pulled out of her. She, on her own, maneuvered to her back and scooted her-self downward, lifting her legs and taking hold of my cock. As I dropped over her, she positioned my cock and we pushed together to couple once more. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, me cradling her, she pulled her knees back. "If you give me a minute, I can come again." She whispered in my ear. "You take all the minutes you need." I replied. "Are you on the pill?" "No." "Then maybe I should.........." "It's all right. I'm already pregnant." I had something to ponder as I began to fuck Jane once more, listening to her moans as her ass reciprocated underneath me, giving back as well as she received. It did not take long before her body seized with her second orgasm. I contemplated whether I should bring myself to orgasm, but during my short contemplation the sexually starved young lass was again moaning lustfully. "One more time!" She moaned lustfully. "I promise just one more time!" "We have plenty of time." I assured her. "No! One more time! Then I want you to come!" Young as she was, she was tiring. Her ass moved of its own accord as her arms hung loosely around my neck. "Right there! Don't move!" She bantered repeatedly and breathlessly. Don't move! Agg! Fuckkkkkk! Still the orgasm eluded her, until finally she bellowed like a wounded animal. I counted to 10, grabbed her ass with both hands, locking her in tight, and began to fuck her in earnest. My headboard was tapping the wall rhythmically. "Yes Jon! Give it to me!" She coached. "Give me your cum! I want it! I want it!" A lot quicker than I would have preferred she got it! I released her ass and cuddled her again in my arms. We lay together for long minutes fucking slowly as I covered her face, neck and shoulders with kisses. "I guess I should get back upstairs." She finally said. "We still have a half hour." I offered, glancing at my table clock. "I think I have another one in me. "If you get me aroused and I don't come, I'm going to kill you!" I rose over her, sitting on my knees, pushing her knees back, and began to push into her slowly, deeply with much concentration. It was my favorite way to orgasm. My cock was hard as a rock, sensitive and Jane's pussy was youthfully tight. Jane lifted her head and stared at our coupling as she squeezed her breast. She was soon moaning softly and I could tell she was anticipating the inevitable. In less than 15 minutes, my cock jerked flooding her pussy with more of my cum. Quickly I maneuvered to take position to her right side and placed my middle finger to her clit. "Jon, you are absolutely wonderful!" She moaned. "Promise me this will not be a one-time thing?" "I'll take care of you all you want." I whispered in reply. And I did! For the next five weeks I rushed home from classes. She was usually down the stairs before I could open the door. Nearing the last of the fifth week, my car was broken down in the shop and my mother had to catch the bus to work. Mom would have to leave the apartment by 7:30 AM for the short walk to the bus stop. I related the information to Jane and she tapped on my door around 7:40 AM. It was by no means unfortunate or embarrassing to me as it was not the first time, but mom opened my door as I lay between Jane's legs eating her pussy. Her bus had broken down two blocks from her stop. "I am so sorry!" She stammered. "Don't stop on my account!" With savoir-faire, mom shut the door. I had no intentions of stopping, but the incident had apparently shook Jane to the marrow. "No! No!" She whispered in a frenzied tone, pushing at my head. "We have to stop! She will think horrible things about me! No! No! Stop!" She could be consoled are convinced and she quickly dressed and disappeared from the apartment. I stood naked in the living room. I went to the bathroom rinsed my face off and brushed my teeth. I went to mom's closed bedroom door. I knew she was in there as her door always remained open during the day. Opening the door, I saw her in the bed covered only by a sheet, the rest of the bedding pulled to the foot. She was lying close to and facing the wall on her left side. I walked to the bed and lifted the sheet. Mom was braless, only wearing a pair of pearl pink bikini underwear that allowed much of her buttocks to protrude. She made no movement. I confidently entered the bed and snuggled close in behind her. I began to massage and squeeze her buttocks. "What happened?" I queried. "The bus broke down two blocks from picking me up." She replied. "I called in and took the day off. It's going to rain. A good day to sleep, I suppose." "You plan on going to sleep right now?" I asked seductively. "Did you wash your cock?" She queried. "No need to." I replied. "But I did brush my teeth." I moved my hand to mom's closest breast, tenderly squeezing and thumbing her nipple. "How long have you been fucking our upstairs neighbor? She inquired. "About five weeks, tomorrow." I answered. "Well, I suppose someone needed to." She retorted. "You are using a condom, I hope!" "No need to." I answered. "How's that??" She quizzed. "Miss Jane is pregnant." At this, mom shook her head. "I told you to use a condom with your lady friends, if you're going to screw me!" "She has been married three months and was a virgin!" I defended. "And her husband must also be a virgin. He's too stupid to be otherwise!" Not wanting to get stuck on the issue, hungry for mom's pussy, any pussy really, I scooted down. Surrendering and knowingly, mom lifted her right leg and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. Guiding my cock, I poked at her treasure. She confirmed the position with the third poke and I gently pushed into her. She pushed back. After penetrating her deeply, I began to stroke into her slowly, squeezing her top buttock and kissing her shoulder. "You've been fucking her every day for over a month?" She quizzed as she half-heartedly matched my thrust. I supposed, she has not tossed the issue aside yet. "I think she had a doctors appointment one day." I answered. "You still hearing bunny John tapping her ass?" "She swears she's been trying to educate him, but I think he's a lost cause." I answered. "She has no idea who educated you?" Mom questioned. "Of course not!" There was a pause in conversation as we fucked. I suppose, lost in our own thoughts. I know I was. As I always did, I compared mom's pussy to the girl I happen to be fucking at the time. Mom was definitely bigger in frame than Jane. Fucking a married woman had much of the same "forbidden fruit" quality of fucking one's mother. Jane, and other girls, were much more vocal in the throes of passion, but mom's pussy, despite her sexual experience, she had admitted to being with six men, and her 46 years was just as tight as any other pussy I had experienced. I had 5 notches on my belt. As to youth age, Jane was the one to compare mom to, and mom was a solid equal. Mom was not sexually vocal, though she often talked about various subjects during foreplay and intercourse. Four years earlier, I had caught her masturbating and forced her to surrender much to her satisfaction, I was certain. I did not try to couple with her that evening. I simply gave her oral pleasure and left her. Afterwards, she rejected my further advances, but I made a nuisance of myself, using every excuse I could come up with to convince her our intimacy made sense. She countered using common sense reasons why it would be wrong. Then one evening, after we retired to our bedrooms, I got up. I entered her room with intent to try one more time. If I failed, I would not bring the subject up again. Much to my surprise, without a moment of hesitancy, she accepted me into her bed and between her legs. Later we fucked every Saturday night. It was on her schedule and I could take it or leave it. I lobbied for special occasions, usually successfully. I was not so deep in thought and I was not aware of her right hand moving under the sheet. "Are you sure that's what you want?" I whispered in her ear. "I haven't received a better offer." She replied. "And it's time." I gently pulled my cock out of her as she rolled to face me. I stripped the sheet from us. It was always a rare treat to have mom bare-assed in the stark light of day. It made her self-conscience and embarrassed. Fretting reluctance, she lifted her ass and I stripped the panties off her. Stretching myself out, her feet going to my shoulders, I put my face to her pussy. Mom could laugh and joke with the best of them, but sexually she was serious and mostly quiet. Like I said earlier, she would talk but never the sexual banter that I had experienced with Jane and others. Maybe because she was intimate with me, her son, and felt guilty. But her body always told a different story. I feel the sexual tension and ecstasy in her body. I accepted that, I suppose, because she kept giving herself to me. "I suppose, you are going to continue screwing her skinny ass as long as she spreads her legs for you." Mom said, surely not expecting me to stop and answer her. "I have no objections of course but she is married." I lifted mom's ass slightly and pushed my tongue into her pussy, receiving the expected moan of pleasure. After long moments of tongue fucking her, I returned to feather lightly stroke her clit. "You save that little treat for just me, I hope? You promised!" She challenged. "Of course!" I muttered as best I could. "Do it again!" She demanded. "AAHHhhhhhhh! I love it!" As requested, I lifted her ass again and shoved my tongue deep into her, wagging it as best I could. "I need something a little bigger. Come up." She urged. I maneuvered between her legs and she reached for my cock to guide it to her. Her pussy well lubricated, we coupled easily and I cradled her in my arms as I pumped into her with a moderate rhythm. I heard her sigh with satisfaction as she lifted her legs high and wide locked straight out. "Would you be as understanding as I am if I was to find myself a boyfriend?" She queried. "I guess I would have to be." I answered. "I would hope you would not cut me off?" "We might have to change to a weeknight." She replied. "But cutting you off would never enter my mind. I'm a bitch sometimes, but I've come to love our little incestuous get-togethers. You have a great imagination!" Mom Caught Us As always, I fucked mom with varying degrees of rhythm, slight body position and depth of penetration, searching for what made her body tense and respond. Her ass always pushed back, but one never knew where she was on the ladder. I suppose, the only reason I heard her low moans was because I was so close to her throat. I concentrated, found what I thought was working, felt her ass responding and centered my focus. Always a surprise, her orgasm hit, shaking her especially hard. Her mouth opened and she huffed and puffed until the orgasm subsided. She quietly composed herself and returned to matching my thrusts. I had been taught or had learned not to rush things. I pulled gently out of her and rolled her to her belly. I began to massage her back working my way slowly down to her ass. There, I lavished much attention, kissing, licking the crack of her ass and nibbling. Mom was content with one orgasm. Afterwards, she was open to whatever I fancied. Over the years, I had visited the multitude of avenues open to my desires. On the toilet or standing against a wall, mom was a trooper! This morning, in the light of day, her butt was mesmerizing. I spread her legs and tried, holding my cock, to enter her, as she lay flat. "Lay down on me. I'll do it." She instructed. She reached between her legs with her right hand, lifting her ass only slightly, and placed my cock to her. A bit of pushing by us both and we were promptly coupled. I began to fuck mom with the great satisfaction of squashing her ample buttocks with each penetrating thrust. "You like a man to kiss your ass, don't you?" I queried. "I sure as hell do! And you best remember it." She answered in a no-nonsense tone. "You have nothing to worry about from me." I assured her. "I love your ass." "I figured that." She replied. "You seem to want to screw me like this a lot. You prefer me lying flat than on my knees. You are not getting in as deep." She added. "It requires more effort to stay in, but yes, most definitely I like this way a lot." "You usually come in record time." She informed. "Very erotica, you pounding against your mother's butt?" Mom was definitely very intuitive. I got revved up quickly and I needed no prompting or banter. Me humping mom's gorgeous ample ass and the ever present need to keep my cock planted in her worked its magic. I shoved my cock up into her as if trying to split her open. But her ample buttocks made a prefect buffer. My moan, as I shot off inside mom's pussy, transmitted my pleasure at the incestuous consummation of me with my mom. "Can I take my nap now, Jon?" She asked sarcastically. "If you don't mind messing up your sheets, I'll wake you for supper." I answered. "I doubt serious you mind washing my soiled sheets." She teased. "Or my panties!" I pulled out of her and kissed her ass lightly before wandering off to the bathroom to shower. As I showered, I pondered if Jane would be visiting again. Of late, she had been showing signs of regret and frightened of discovery. We had been discovered! I could always say mom insisted we stop our affair. Regardless of how nonchalant mom took catching us, I knew mom did not appreciate having her nose rubbed in it. Jane was beginning to feel, as I was, I had to confess, uncomfortable. Mom Caught Watching Porn If you're a single guy, living on his own, don't - repeat don't - allow your mother to come and live with you. Even on a temporary basis. Holidays of a defined length are OK, as long as they end on time. Look, I'm going back a little in time with this tale, to when I was 31, some years away now, and living in deepest Surrey, but owning my own house, working as a school deputy principal, and generally having a ball. I had lady friends, some of whom often stayed overnight, and some of whom didn't even wait till we were in bed. Know what I mean?!! I was generally randy most of the time, and any female I hooked up with at the gym, the pub, etc. soon realised what was what. My mother, on the other hand lived in London, worked as a secretary, rented an apartment, and, I understood, lived it up a little, like me. Well, I had to get my sexdrive from somewhere. Anyway, one evening she telephoned me, in a bit of a panic. She had managed to lose her job, and now was having trouble with her apartment rent. Could I help her? When I cross-examined her about the job loss she became a bit vague, but, reading between the lines, I gathered she had allowed one too many of her work colleagues (all male!) to entertain her and the boss's wife had found out. Result: no more job. And, of course, no meaningful reference. I could easily have loaned her the outstanding rent, but thought, stupidly, that it would be nice to have her come live with me for a while. I thought she could get another job in London and commute daily, saving money till she could get another apartment in London and resume her lusty lifestyle. So, the invitation was issued, mother agreed it was a great idea, and I duly helped her take up residence in my spare room. I lived, at that time, in a 3 bedroomed semi, at the end of a quiet tree-lined lane, not too far from the railway station, and mother thought my plan for her was tophole. Oh dear. Mother never looked for a London job. Apparently the word was out that she was a danger to male workers, married or not, young or old. So a local newspaper was purchased every Friday and the situations vacant columns read. But, with no good reference she was not offered anything. The weeks dragged by, she got one part-time job after another but nothing to earn her the sort of money necessary to start meaningful saving. I believe it's time to tell you a bit about her. At the time she was 52, long divorced from my father, who had had worse morals than her, was a trifle overweight, especially in the hips and bum, but certainly turned (male) heads when out and about. I've no idea of her bust size but knew they looked good in a tight blouse. All in all a woman to make a man wonder if she would... Anyway, the part-time nature of her jobs caused her to be in the house often when I was at school, especially the afternoons. I knew she watched TV a fair bit, and one evening I looked at my small collection of porn videos and reckoned they'd been disturbed. Had she looked at them? Maybe watched one? I realised then that with her in the house not only had I stopped bringing lady friends home but her actual presence had stopped me watching the vids. This sequence of thoughts made me realise I was horny, horny as hell. It was several weeks since my last fuck and I wanted one. What to do? The school I work in was mixed sex, and some of the senior girls knew exactly how to make a man desire them. However, I knew better than to become involved there. A couple of the female teachers had graced my bed occasionally, but, again, it was dodgy ground. And then, one evening, the situation got out of control. I had no classes that afternoon, and decided, on a whim, to go home and finish my notes for a series of classes for the next term. So, at a little after 3pm, far earlier than normal, I coasted my car into my drive and got out. Immediately I saw that the front room curtains were closed, and It occurred that mother might be "entertaining". I nearly got back in the car and returned to school, but remembering it was my house I went round to use the back door, something I often did. Entering my kitchen I could immediately hear sound, coming from the front room. Ah, I thought, she's watching television. I put my document case on the kitchen table and went towards the front room, to ask mother if she'd like a cup of coffee. As I reached the not-quite-closed door I realised the sound was of short jerky sentences, punctuated by what sounded like gasps or panting. Surely she hadn't brought one of her admirers home? Slowly I inched the door open, and peeked around it. My TV was behind the door, and the settee thus in front of the window. Mother was on the settee, right before me and I got a tremendous shock. In an instance I realised she was watching one of my porno vids, and it was all too obvious she was enjoying it. Sprawled on the settee she had her blouse completely open, and one big tit completely free of her pale blue bra. Her left hand was fondling that titty, every so often tweaking or twisting the nipple, which was showing signs of arousal. Her other hand was down in the front of matching pale blue panties, and it took me a second to see her skirt was right up round her waist. She was watching the TV but with her eyes half closed, and with appropriate sounds from her open mouth. As I watched she withdrew her hand from the panties and put the fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them, closing her eyes as she did so and murmuring unintelligible words to herself. My cock in my trousers was already hard, and this action caused it to really stand out. I watched mother, as she now half turned so that she could still see the TV but could run her hand over her bum, pulling aside the panties to fondle her own flesh. Her other hand had to leave her tit to brace herself against the arm of the settee, and the forlorn titty bounced once before she began to rub it, catlike, against the back of my settee. I walked into the room, and initially mother didn't see me. But then she saw me, screamed and tried to cover her bare tit and pull her panties straight, all at once. She was too slow because, as I reached her, my hand closed on her bare tit; oh boy, it was hot from her fondling, and the nipple pushed vigorously into the palm of my hand. "Tony, no, please!" she whimpered, but didn't attempt to remove my hand. For my part, I grabbed the remote and froze the video, thus stopping most of the lusty noises in the room. Then I pulled her to her feet. Mother again attempted to cover the one exposed tit, but I stopped her. "What the hell are you doing, mother?" I asked, and she had the grace to look even more embarrassed. "Stand up straight, woman. Leave your body and underwear alone and look at me." Mother stood still, the twisting ceased, and she put her arm across her breasts. I laughed and said "Oh put that down, I've just seen one naked and the other one looks about to fall out." Mother found her voice, and began to try to talk me into leaving the room, but instead I turned to see what she'd been watching. Interestingly, a big busty blond was just getting her panties pulled down by a male who looked to be 20 or so. Aha, mother liked younger men involved in sex. Mother continued to rant at me, for coming home early, for spying on her and for daring to touch her tit. "Mother, SHUT UP" I shouted, using the voice that could stop a playground fight at 50 yards. She stopped, gobsmacked that I'd yelled at her. As her hand dropped from her breast I slapped the tit hard, and for a fleeting second witnessed the oddest expression on Mother's face, before she screwed her mouth up and cried out in pain. And suddenly my day got better. My cock all this time had been on high alert, and the sight of a partially clothed woman finished it off. I slid my zip down and pushed mother to her knees. Her face was upturned to me not sure what I was doing. "suck it" was all I said. Mother looked mortified, but stared at my cock. It was erect and in line with her mouth. Fearfully she edged forward and opened her mouth, then glanced up at me. I simply slapped her gently across the cheek, and she hastily took my cock in to her warm mouth. Ooh, the feel of it! My own mother's tongue was lapping at my cock and I couldn't help but begin to force her head back and forth, back and forth, giving me the sensation of a hot cunt in action. I opened my eyes and looked down. What a horny sight. My erect cock being sucked by my mother, who had both tits exposed, and whose panties, I knew, were half down. Pure heaven. There and then I decided that I wanted the ultimate: I wanted to fuck my mother. She was the reason I'd gone without for so long. Payback time! "Mother, stand up" I said, speaking as I did to recalcitrant kids at school. She instantly removed her mouth from my pulsating cock and scrambled to her feet. Her blouse was, of course, still open, but her skirt had resumed its correct position. Reaching out I lifted her left tit and felt the hard nipple pushing against my palm. Mother tried to pull it away, but I remembered the look from earlier and slapped her tit, harder than before. It bounced out of my hand and she cried out in pain. I decided to keep up the momentum. "Take your skirt off." She stared at me. : "No, Tony, it;s not..." The end of the sentence was lost as I slapped her other bare tit. Oh how it bounced as she cried out. "Skirt...OFF!" Hastily her hands went to the waistband and she undid it and allowed it to fall to the floor. "Now lose that blouse." No delay this time, mother shrugged it off and stood there, looking cowed, and waiting for whatever came next. I took a step back and took in the sight. My mother, bare titted, dressed only in a half-off bra, askew panties and a suspender belt and stockings was obeying my orders. My cup runneth over! "Turn around, I want to see your bum," and without hesitation she did as requested. Framed by the suspender belt and her half-off panties it presented a picture. I wished I had a camera handy. "Bend over the arm of the settee." "Oh Tony, what are you going to do? Look, I'm sorry I disobeyed your order and watched the video - I was just interested, I've never seen porn before. Please, I am you mother, this is just wrong." "BEND...OVER!" My cock was, if possible, harder than ever. Mother moved as if in a dream - slowly but deliberately - and settled herself over the arm. I was so close to an orgasm, I had to be careful not to ruin the situation. "Pull you panties down to your ankles and spread your legs as far as they allow you to" I ordered. I could hear my voice had got thicker with anticipation She did as ordered, and as I moved around in line behind her I could see her puffy cunt - she was excited despite her protests. "How long since you were fucked, mother?" A long pause and then "not since I left London. Oh Tony, please don't .." she hesitated over the choice of the next word .."don't make love to me." I laughed. "Mother, I'm not going to make love to you, I'm going to fuck you." Her gasp as I said that was turned into a cry of surprise as I thrust my cock in to that puffy, wet cunt. Without hesitating to savour this attack on my mother I began to pump in and out, My orgasm was near and I didn't want to cum before I'd felt her cunt walls excite me even further than her mouth had. Mother, meanwhile, began to cry, but only for a matter of a minute or so. Then she began to make the noises that only a woman at the height of lust can make, and I knew she was mine. Oh yes, she was mine. I reached forward and grabbed her hanging tits as I shot my load for the first time, and heard her mumbling "yes...yes" as I kept pumping, in, out, in, out, heading towards a second orgasm. Mother was mumbling and muttering as I fucked her, and when I started to stretch her nipples she shrieked with, I think, joy. Now, did she have an orgasm yet? I suddenly realised that it was important that she did. So, I eased back a little on the pumping, though not completely as this was a momentous moment in my life, and I intended to be able to remember it afterwards. It was the making of a grand masturbation memory! I suddenly realised mother was trying to say something, but the lust I appeared to have created in her cunt was making this difficult. "Please...stop...I'm...I'm...oh God, Tony, please...stop. Sorry...I...oooh!"  she suddenly stopped talking and squealed, yes, squealed, and I felt her cum, and again, almost at once. I'd done it. I'd fucked my mother to orgasm. Reluctantly I removed my cock from her cunt, and pulled her panties back up a little so I could wipe it dry. Mother fell forward, face down, over the arm on to the settee. Standing up I tidied my trousers, and watched her panting, slowly regaining her breath. "I repeat my wish, mother, that you do not, repeat NOT, touch my DVDs. Next time I won't be so...loving... about it. So, mother, I suggest you go to your room. If you stay down here I'm liable to punish you more." Without a word she half pulled her panties up, and left the room, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her tits were totally naked above her pulled down bra. I was already thinking about tomorrow!! Mom Caught Watching Porn Ch. 02 Mom in lingerie caught sneaking down For a while I sat quietly, contemplating the fucking I'd just handed my mother. My cock, now limp, twitched a little at the thoughts and memories of it all, and my hand rubbed the front of my trousers. I remembered she'd been watching one of my porn videos and that I had turned it off to mute the lusty soundtrack, and I looked for the remote. I wanted to watch the same one that had turned mother on so much. Then I realised I was hungry - for food - and decided to feed the inner man before indulging myself. I'm not a bad cook, and soon had everything I needed on my plate, and took it in to my front room and started the video. Soon my cock was pulsing gently, and my food was being ignored. Onscreen the blond female "lead" was half-heartedly fighting off the male character, meant to be her early-twenties son. She was loosing! Her blouse now hung open (just like my mother's had) and the "son" was eagerly rubbing the front of her panties. Screen-mommy had a little-girl voice and was protesting; shades of earlier in my house. Just as mommy gave in and sonny pulled her blouse completely off I heard a noise from my hallway. I ignored it and followed the action. There it was again. Someone was climbing or descending the stairs. Surely my mother was not venturing down again. I decided not to turn the sound down, but got up and crept to the door. It was fractionally open, and through the crack I saw my mother reach the bottom of the stairs. My mouth fell open. She was dressed in what I believe is known as a teddy, in a lovely shade of green, with matching panties, and dangling, unused, suspender straps. Her tits were only just covered, the areola of her nipples being partially bare. As I watched she pushed open the dining room door and tiptoed in. I eyed her bum, beautifully displayed and highlighted by the panties. What a sight! My mouth literally drooled! She was just halfway across the room when I also entered, and asked: "Just what are you doing? You were told to stay in your room." Mother's face was a picture. She went scarlet, hesitated then turned to properly face me and waved her hands around, completely unsure of what to cover. "Well? I'm waiting." Her voice, when she managed it, was husky. "Oh, Tony, I wanted......please...I wanted a drink and didn't want to disturb you." This was accompanied by a couple of tears, slipping down her cheeks. "Is not possible for you to do as you're told? Is obedience an alien concept?" My schoolmaster tone made her go rigid, as it often did to the students in my school. Mother's mouth opened, then closed. She looked around, as though hoping someone else might appear to help her. I walked right up to her. "Get yourself a glass of water and bring it into the front room. If you can't be trusted to do as you're told I need to keep an eye on you." Not completely understanding what I had said, she hesitated, then hurried through to the kitchen. I heard the tap running, then she came back in. "Can I... can I.. may I go up and put on a dressing gown?" she asked. "No, mother. Again tonight you have chosen to parade around in front of your son in your underwear, so you will continue to exhibit your body." I saw and heard her gasp, then she slowly followed me in to the front room. When she saw the TV paused during a porn video she stopped and looked first at the screen, then at me. "Just checking what you were watching earlier. It's been ages since I watched this." She went to sit on the settee, but I took her arm. "No. Take a sip of your water, then put the glass down. Good, you're learning. Now, since you can't obey me and stay in your room I want you to go and stand in the corner there, facing the wall, with your hands on your head." The corner I pointed to was to one side of the TV, and she couldn't see the screen. Mother opened her mouth, as if to question me, then obviously thought better of it and went to the corner. Slowly her hands went to her head, and she stood, waiting for whatever I said next. "There, that's how I punish naughty pupils. Legs slightly apart, please. No moving, no talking. I'll tell you when to stop." Never had I seen my mother so docile. Never had I felt so in control. I picked up th remote and resumed the porn video. As the soundtrack came back I saw mother's head turn slightly towards the TV, but as she couldn't possibly see the screen she turned her face back to the wall. On screen the mother was losing her panties to her son's eager hands and her cunt was about to be shown in its full colour. My cock was hard, as hard as earlier when I first caught mother playing with herself. I resisted to release it from my trousers and watched the action develop. Looking at mother's backside, enjoying the humiliation she must now be experiencing, was a turn-on. Her panties were just begging to be pulled down. On-screen mother was just putting her lips on her son's cock when my own mother made a sighing noise. As I watched at her I was fascinated to see her attempting to rub her thighs together - the video was turning her on too, and she couldn't even see it! The idea hit me; I paused the film. "Mother, come here." Keeping her hand son her head she turned and walked over to me. I stood up and looked her full in the face. "It's obviously exciting you. Open my trousers and take out my cock." With some hesitation she pulled down my zip and released my cock, with a little difficulty, and managed to hurt it. I yelped, then slapped her left cheek. "Be careful!" Mother looked up at me, but didn't let go of my hard cock. "Now, just like the slut on the screen, suck my cock, mother." She needed no further telling, and opened her lips and attempted to engulf my cock. I restarted the porn vid. "That's it, mother. Suck your son's cock, make it as hard as you can. Use one of your hands as well, wank me, wank me!" No more encouragement was needed - mother's hand began to slip up and down my cock, glistening now as her left hand spread my precum down its length. "Keep your eyes on me, mother." I commanded and was delighted to see her turn her head up a little and stare at my eyes. So, first I'd fucked her, earlier. Now my mother, dressed most provocatively, was wanking and sucking my cock. And what a suck she had. Other women had done this for me but never with the verve she was putting in to the job. Her breathing was beginning to labour slightly. Not enough air going in at every intake of breath. She was sucking me, licking me, oh oh a veritable suckslut. Her warm tongue was making my cock harder than I'd ever known it. This situation must continue, I thought, Then I spotted that her right hand had disappeared between her legs, and was moving slightly back and forth. I lifted my hand to slap her face again, and a memory of earlier struck me. When I'd slapped both her cheek and her tits as I fucked her there had been a curious expression flit across her face. A realisation struck me. She liked being smacked - oh happy days! "Mother stop. Stand up." Looking surprised, mother obeyed. "Mother, I saw what you were doing. Don't dare to touch yourself without asking my permission. Understand?" For a second I thought she was going to query what I thought I'd seen, then she nodded. "I'm sorry, Tony, Sucking your cock and hearing the video sort of hypnotised me. Do you want me to suck you again?" "No. What I want is your tits totally exposed. Pull the top of that ...that garment down." Again there was no hesitation. Down it came and two nearly firm tits, two good handfuls, appeared. I devoured them with my eyes, then took one step back. "Lift up one of them and hold it - offer it to me." Not suspecting my intention mother immediately obeyed. I lifted my hand and slapped the tit hard, striking it just above the hardening nipple. Mother reacted and went to rub it. I pulled her hand away and demanded she offer me the other one. Now there was hesitation, but it was lifted towards me. Again I slapped it, again the cried out and I could see she desperately wanted to hold it, to rub it better. And tears, again, rolled down her cheeks. The sight of my chastened mother, semi naked in front of me and with reddening tits was making me sooo horny. The video had reached the part where on-screen son was fucking his mother, in a position adopted so that the camera could see his lengthy cock pumping her cunt, and she was gasping in delirious delight. Enough!! I grabbed mother by the shoulder and turned her around. There was that bum, green panties a little down and definitely damp. "Bend over!" I couldn't say any more I was so horny. She must have sensed this because mother did exactly as asked. Over she went and grasped her ankles. I yanked down her panties and let my cock play around the entrance to her body, "Now, Tony, now!" was all she said before I entered that glistening wet cunt, my mother's cunt, and began to fuck her again. I lost track of time. I heard nothing she might have said. I was fucking my mother, I was going to orgasm inside her again, and nothing was going to stop me. My cock had never been so hard, never so long. Excited by mother's sucking of it, by her wanking it, I kept up the pumping. I held on to her hips to encourage the feeling of power, and then leaned forward a bit to take her dangling tits in both hands, my full weight on her backside. She was moaning softly - I couldn't make out any words. I pinched her nipples, those rock-hard extended nipples, and she screamed, briefly. Mother began to tremble, then let go of her ankles and held on to the edge of the settee. I think she orgasmed, but I didn't care. I was going for a record 8 orgasms in one fucking, my previous record being 7. I suddenly heard her crying out, but I had no idea if it was pain or ecstasy. I was KING. I was totally sated, my cock could do no more. Reluctantly I pulled it from her soaking cunt, causing mother to let out a huge groan and collapse face down on the floor, cum running down her thighs. "Mother, you are a slut! Look at you. Your son has just fucked you for the second time in one evening. Your panties are soaked and your cunt is still feeling my erect cock. Get up!" Slowly mother pulled herself to her feet, and stood in front of me, eyes cast down to the floor. Her tits were still heaving as she regained her breath and I enjoyed watching them. What now, I wondered. She then looked up at me. "Tony, if I've been a naughty mother then I'm sorry. I obviously deserve the punishment you've given me. Now may I go to bed?" I was about to allow this, and a thought struck me. I wanted this dom/sub situation to continue. Why not? Her presence in my house was putting my usual female friends off coming. "Mother, since you've acted like a teenager in disobeying my instructions and watched one of my videos, and allowed me to catch you wanking yourself, I'm going to treat you like a teenager. Students in my school get lines for disobeying, so here's what's going to happen. By the time I get home from school tomorrow you will have ready for me 50 lines. You will write 'I must not frig my randy cunt without my son's permission'. Is that clear? It will be neat, properly spelled and signed at the bottom." Mother looked aghast, but nodded, speechless. "When I get home, since you're acting the naughty girl, you will be dressed like one. You will be wearing the tightest blouse you possess, the shortest skirt, and I want to be able to see your stocking tops and suspenders below the skirt. Real St Trinians stuff. I don't care where you get that outfit, just do it. You will also, of course, be wearing a bra and panties. Now get up to bed. I don't want to see you till tomorrow morning. Go!" Once agin, holding her bare tits and pulling up her panties, mother retreated upstairs. I fingered my cock and grinned; more fun tomorrow!