25 comments/ 114497 views/ 95 favorites Mom Math By: Ernest Hemingsex WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways. This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further. ======= "Ohhhh!" moaned Lori. Her eager fingers slipped into her sweet, moist pussy. It was first the manicured, red nails and then half of the index and middle fingers which eased over and in between the two sticky and swollen lips, beginning their descent into her heated sex. The alluring 44 year-old busty brunette was nude, swaying her generous hips seductively in front of her full-length bedroom mirror. She was enchanted by the sight of her own bare form moving in a slow striptease manner as she began to pleasure herself. Her fingers moved in and out of the pink, soggy crevice leisurely at first. Then as her wetness increased and her arousal heightened, the two digits began a determined pump action. Meanwhile, the other hand was cupping the adjacent breast. Lori squeezed the large quivering mass of tit flesh, weighing it, kneading it, tweaking the excitedly upturned nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Ahhh, yeah!" she exhaled in sensuous delight. Lori was a magnificent MILF, divorced almost two years ago. Despite her Italian heritage, she was a dead ringer for the sexy Latin celebrity Penelope Menchaca. She worked as an office manager, and lived with her 19 year-old son Raimondo, or Ray for short. She had a very healthy sexual life with her ex, until he disregarded monogamy and his taste for women suddenly ran in the twenty-somethings. After the marital split, Lori was emotionally devastated for many months, causing her libido to be shelved. Eventually "the itch" returned as she healed. She wasn't interested in another relationship and cared less for one-night stands. She opted for masturbation as her itch relief. Her auto-pleasuring was initially done late at night when she knew her son was asleep. She would remain quiet in her bed, very often having to bite her lip from releasing moans of pleasure as she rubbed her excited clit. On the verge of an orgasm, she gritted her teeth not wanting her son to have any idea of what his mother was nocturnally doing. Oh, how she wanted to scream in joy as her climax ripped through her like a lightning strike. Lately she caught a break when Raimondo started dating. On nights in which he was out—like this evening—she had loads of time for self-loving She used to fantasize about being a stripper. So now when she played with herself, she did it a la burlesque in front of her full length mirror. She also masturbated this way for another reason. Prior to the divorce, Lori knew she had a smoking hot body. But learning that her ex spouse was cheating with girls half her age damaged that sexual self-confidence. She was crushed. She did her masturbating in front of the mirror not only to fulfill her stripper fantasy, but to gain back the knowledge that she had a great shape. "Ughhh!" she grunted in both anticipation and primal joy as she prepared for her never unsatisfying crescendo. With eyes closed, thighs spread and knees bent, the ravishing mom craned her neck forward as her cupped breast was tilted backward. Her lips and the fat, bloated nipple met. She kissed it, then licked at the teat and the prickly areole. At the same time, using only the middle finger of the other hand, she commenced a furious pace of fucking herself. Her digit quickly pumped in and out of her drooling, needy slit. Another All-Star orgasm was approaching when the front door of her house slammed shut. The unexpected, loud noise jolted her from her sexual reverie. The angry "Sonofabitch!" she heard prompted her hands to release her breast and withdraw from between her legs. She heard the locks being turned. The next sound, muffled sobbing, kicked in Lori's maternal instincts. It was Raimondo. She quickly reached for the orange T-shirt left on her nearby desk chair, pulled it over head and ran out of her bedroom into the living room. She saw her son sitting on the couch looking forlorn and crying. "Ray! What's wrong?" she inquired at the hallway entrance to the living room. "Mindy dumped me, Mom!" he blurted out, his face growing red and teardrops streaming down his cheeks. The concerned mother rushed to the couch and sat next to her child. She peered into his crestfallen eyes. "She dumped me, Mom!" he repeated as his weeping intensified. Lori was shocked and saddened. His head fell into her chest at the same time her arms went out to scoop him up. She pulled him close into her, hugging him. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry," she consoled. For the next several minutes, the son wailed as his mother cradled him in her arms. When there was a lull in the tears, she gently asked, "What happened?" Ray looked up at her. "She, she..." he emotionally stammered "she said I was freak!" His face scrunched up again and another round of immense sobbing began. The young man lowered his head back into the spaciousness and comfort of his mother's bosom. A freak? The divorcee mentally inquired. She was at a loss. She decided to let him get out this new batch of tears. "There, there, baby. Everything's going to be fine," she lovingly offered him. She kissed him on the top of his head and hugged him tighter. After he seemed to calm down, Lori asked, "Baby, tell me. Why did she call you a freak?" He looked up at her again. "I can't talk about it." With great surprise, she questioned, "Why?" Ray stayed silent for a moment, then responded embarrassingly. "It's sexual." "Ok. It's sexual. So why can't you discuss it with me?" "Because it's sexual! And you're a woman." "I'm your mother." Feeling slightly beaten in his defense of not wanting to talk about this with her, he replied. "I know you're my mother. But this is so humiliating. It would be easier if Dad was here." Well you can thank Facebook and a couple of co-eds for that, her mind silently replied. "I know, honey. But he's not. So I guess your stuck with me," she countered in a good-natured, self-depreciating way. It got him to smile. "I am not stuck with you. I am lucky to have such a wonderful, caring mother." Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, at the unexpected compliment. She returned the smile. "Thank you." She paused before resuming trying to uncover the problem. "So what happened?" Ray sighed in exasperation. He looked at his mom, then around the room, looking for a literal way out of this predicament. His frazzled mind, realizing he needed her help, pondered how to respond. She could see his anxiousness. She remained silent. He grudgingly replied. "We were making out and..." Sadness and feeling uncomfortable overwhelmed him as he remembered what happened less than an hour ago. He paused. "And?" she questioned. He relented. "I'll show you, Mom. But, just give me a minute or two. This is not easy." She realized this and could see it in him. "That's fine, baby. Take your time. I will leave you alone so you can gather yourself together. When you are ready, I will be in my bedroom. And Ray..." she stopped to caringly put both her palms under his chin and look into his yes. "...everything will be ok." Lori then stood up in front of him. Ray looked up at her lovely face. Her comforting smile was balm-like but only for a moment. As he lowered his head in despair, he had no choice but to scan downward over his mother. His eyes took in the incredible sight of her. The bright orange T-shirt showcased Lori's voluminous breasts, distended nipples poking through the material. The straining teats and the way her tits jiggled as she stood made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The material was a snug fit on her curvy shape, accenting her lush hips. The hem was a scant few inches just below her pubic region. The offset of the T-shirt's color to her tanned, smooth thighs was alluring. Her legs were long and seemed to go on forever. Her bare feet and red-painted toenails looked cute. At that instance, it dawned on him that his mother—as a woman—was a knockout. Under different circumstances, Ray might have chastised himself for viewing his mom in such an odd way. But he had just been blue-balled by his girlfriend on the night he thought was going to get laid for the very first time. He had held off spanking his monkey for weeks only to be thrown out of her house like a filled garbage bag. This sexual discarding was immense, Ray's hormones and urges racing faster than NASCAR. The fact that the scantily-dressed woman before him was his mother had little bearing. Then his eyes were distracted by his nose. He smelled something. It was emanating from Lori. That's the same smell Mindy had tonight when I was fingering her. Ray might have been a virgin but he was not dumb. He knew about the scent a woman gives off when sexually aroused. He heard about. He got his first whiff tonight with Mindy. Now he's sniffing it from his mother...who's gorgeous and dressed in only a flimsy pullover. She doesn't date. There's no one here tonight, and she smells like a whorehouse during Fleet Week. She was probably masturbating when I came home unexpectedly. Ray's eyes did a return scan, south to north, back up to her face. This was a much slower visual. Lori saw the manner in which her son looked at her. It was the way a man looks at a woman, not the way a son looks at his mother. At first this mortified her. She felt like shit because she was standing before her emotionally wounded son in a thin piece of cloth barely covering her previously orgasming body. Plus he did a sharp intake of her lingering fragrance. She was so embarrassed. Fate is funny, though. It is especially funny when there is sexual neglect and interrupted sexual activity. Just as Ray had unexpectedly saw his mother as a woman—a good looking woman, Lori also changed. The mortification gave way to appreciation. She liked that a man—one she knew and trusted—found her attractive. Her mind was trying to make sense of its own sudden and rapid shift. Are you insane? Your son is looking at you like a Victoria Secret's model and you're not upset? You're actually digging it? Lori's mind hadn't fathomed it yet but it was also the illicitness of Ray checking out own his mother which subtly enticed her to be appreciative of his optical overview. (The forbidden fruit is the sweetness!) Now granted, it was her son and not the norm, but Lori was so down in the dumps about her sex appeal that at this time she didn't care it was her only child physically appraising her. If she had a dollar for every guy on the street who checked her out, she would have a fleet of Ferraris. But this was different. This was a man who she had an emotional bond with, along with the commonality of being deprived by a partner. Her transitional thoughts now considered Ray as a member of the opposite sex. She took a deep look at her son. He was a cross between cute and handsome. He had black short hair and warm eyes, and was clean shaven. His personality was also warm. He also possessed a great sense of humor. He was a great "catch." Mother and son silently looked at each, like neither one ever did before. Maintaining his gaze into her eyes, Ray swallowed and manage to quietly croak, "Wow, mom. You're beautiful." Lori softly replied, "Thank you, sweetie." Being in an unfortunate situation with the aspect of unexpected sexual attraction makes emotions and thoughts change on a dime. The 'feeling like shit' returned to Lori, along with uneasiness. "Um, ah," she sputtered, "when you're ready...I will be in..." She couldn't finish the sentence. She just pointed to the hallway which led to her room, then turned around and headed for it. The shit feeling grew as she could sense Ray's eyes on her ass as the two half-moon curves sashayed under her flimsy shirt. Fucking bastard, she mentally cursed her ex-husband. It was no more than three minutes later when Ray stuck his head into the doorframe of Lori's bedroom. She sat on top of the right edge of her bed, her feet barely touching the carpet. She looked at him with a reassuring smile despite feeling so mixed up about them on the couch before and what was the reason for Mindy's rejection. "This is soooo embarrassing," he grumbled. "Whatever it is, Ray, we can work through it," she countered to encourage him. He took a step to the left and appeared fully in the door entrance. Lori's reaction was epic astonishment. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, while her mouth literally dropped open. Her son Raimundo stood before her completely naked with a huge erection. "Oh, Ray!" she involuntarily gasped. Lori's eyes immediately became focused on his genitals. The young, hard cock stood out like a flag pole from his bare, athletic shape. It was a thick stalk of teen male flesh, easily seven + inches, with a pulsing blue vein and a bulbous top. Below it hung his full, mighty, meaty testicles. His pubic hair was raven colored, and abundant like a 70s hairstyle. Her eyes scoured the rest of him, pausing briefly on his handsome face, only to return to his upturned penis. She was a combination of shock and, much to her personal horror, mesmerized by not just the sight of her son's manhood but the size of it. Seeing and hearing his mother's stunned reaction deflated Ray's spirits. He instantly looked dejected. "You see, even you think I am a freak!" Regret joined Lori's sensory overload. Her son came home torn up after being dispatched by his girlfriend and he was showing her the reason. It was his big and erect dick. She was stunned at seeing it, and her son totally nude. She was also stunned at her enchantment of the illicit cock and nuts. Lori couldn't help herself. The sexually starved parent hadn't seen a man's "goods" in over two years. She also hadn't seen ever one this big. The reality that the lengthy, hard penis before her was her son's didn't help. The allure of the illicit was enticing. But all that was set aside as he turned to head out the door. "No, Ray! I don't think you're a freak!" He halted his exiting motion and looked somewhat hopeful at her. "Baby, I am sorry," she stated apologetically. "Ok," he mumbled and walked into the bedroom As he lumbered back toward her, it was tough for Lori not to notice his massive erection bob around like one of those punch-me clowns while his balls swung freely about. He halted and stood before her, his hard-on just a couple of feet in front of her face. "Look at it, mom. Mindy's right. It's so fucking big. I mean, look at it!" Lori was looking at it. She did her best to view Ray's penis just like a doctor would. It was extremely difficult. He wanted her to look at it as his concerned parent. She was trying to comply. But the sexual famine which had swept over her body wanted her to peer at the sleek manhood with sluttish need. The famine was gaining ground on her conflicted mind. She also attempted to sound like a doctor. "Well, Ray, ummm, yes. Your coc-, your penis is rather large." "Was Dad this big?" "Fuck no!" she wanted to reply. Ray's father had a little girth but comparing the two was like comparing a mountain to an ant hill. Ray's manhood also had some girth, but it also had length. "Um, no" she answered, trying to be as nonchalant as possible though she was visually riveted to his erection. It did not go unnoticed by Ray the way his mother was looking at his prick. She, despite her feeble attempt, was looking at his hefty phallus apparently more with unusual interest rather than ordinary distress. He also saw that her breathing was slightly labored by the way her big tits and hard teats were rising and falling through the shirt. The nipples seemed even larger than before at the couch; they stuck up like two miniature tents. The T-shirt's hem now was raised up high due to the way she was seated. All he had to was tilt his head downward on an angle and he'd have a clear line of sight between Lori's thighs. Lori and Ray were both internally frayed. Her only child came home hurting and she wanted to care for him, make the hurt go away. She felt bad for him, knowing all too well the devastating sting of rejection by a partner. She was angry at the girl who hurt him. These are all the typical responses any good mother would feel. What wasn't typical was the reason for the breakup, and her own bodily responses to it. Ray had an exceptionally long and fat penis, which scarred off Mindy but was attracting Lori. It was a losing battle for the mom not to gaze at her son's cock. Her nipples were aching, and her secretions were simmering again. Why of all things, all body parts, does it have to be this?! Why does this have to happen to me, of all people?! The last time I got this close such a magnificent slab of beef was last Tuesday night's steak. Lori silently cursed the situation, Mindy, and herself. Most of all, she cursed herself, for feeling excited at the sight of her son's manhood. She wished she wasn't excited at seeing this wonderful, yet illicit, cock. It was incestuous. Try as she might, undeniably, she was excited. For Ray, it was like being on a rollercoaster. First he's dumped by his girlfriend because he had a big dick. It was a major blow to the young man. Then he returned home to his mother for emotional rescue. She started to provide that rescue only she's dressed in a T-shirt which has unexpectedly made him see that she is a fox. This realization, combined with her sex smell and his own discontinued sexual activity earlier that evening, didn't seem to bother the 19-year old that his own mom was looking at his groin like a horny MILF. While his mother was dreading her illicit excitement, Ray was almost welcoming his. There was an uncomfortable silence between parent and child. Eventually he broke it. "Maybe you should touch it, Mom." The suggestion interrupted her visual worshipping. She looked up at him. "What? What are you saying? You want me, your mother, to touch your penis? And when it's aroused?" "Sure," he answered almost matter-of-factly. "Maybe there's something physically wrong with my penis since it is so big." He confidently added emphasis to the words "my penis" and "is so big." "You're penis is big because you are sexually stimulated," Lori commented, again trying to sound clinical. "It's also big when I am not sexually stimulated." His tone was cocky (pun intended.) She shot him look of disbelief. Ray wanted Lori's gaze back on his package. He moved forward so that his staff was closer to her face. He flexed his lower region, causing his hard-on to twitch. Her eyes instantly returned to their awe-struck status on it. The son repeated his question. "Maybe you should touch it, Mom." He added, "Just to make sure there is nothing physically wrong with me." Lori, with her vision still on his genitals, appeared both scared and fascinated. "Um, ok," she agreed, sounding a tad reluctant but still willing. As if hypnotized, the shapely parent raised a hand and tentatively placed it under her son's erect sex. It jumped and startled both of them. The first taboo touch was electric for both mother and son. "Did I hurt you?" she worriedly inquired. She removed her hand as if scalded. Mom Math "Noooo, not all," he assured calmly. "It actually felt good. Do it again, Mom." Lori was almost eye-to-eye with his penile hole. It was like a male siren, beckoning her to touch its shaft again. She did. The same hand returned underneath Ray's hard cock. She palmed it, then very slowly—almost fearfully—stroked it. Ray closed his eyes and gradually turned his head around. The delicate feel of the palm rub was exquisite. The reality that woman doing it was his beautiful, sexually-deprived mother drove his senses into orbit. Lori was not yet completely enveloped in wanton depravity—but she was getting there. Like Custer, her moral conscious voiced a last-stand protest. "You know, Ray, I really shouldn't be doing this." The horny son opened his eyes and looked down. His barley-covered, big-titted mom was still caressing his throbbing dick, but she was peering at his face with a horny yet somewhat hesitant look. She seemed conflicted. He wasn't concerned. The timbre of the objection was extremely weak. If there was any true meaning behind it, she would have stopped the hand-job. It was now time for him to do the reassuring. "It's ok, mom. It's ok. Nothing wrong with making sure your son is physically ok, is there?" He motioned with his eyes for her to return looking at his outstretched phallus. She resumed her visual focus on his hardness and what she was doing to it. She kept silent...and still rubbing the penile underbelly. Then she answered. "No, I guess not." The palm stroking continued. Lori's breathing sounded slightly ragged. Ray continued. "There's nothing wrong with a mother making sure her son feels good. Is there?" Again she did not reply at first. She just continued caressing the underside of his erection while peering at it. Then she answered, with a question. "Am I making you feel good?" Her eyes never left the sight of what she was doing. Her breathing was now more like panting. Yes! The randy boy knew he "sold" his mother. "Ohhh, Mom. You are making me feel better than good!" More silence. Continued stroking. "How do I feel to you, Mom?" he strategically asked. He smiled at seeing her reaction. The brunette's eyes, still fixated on his erection and her palming it, were now half-glazed with lust. She licked her lips and then responded. "Fine. You are very fine, my dear son." The two 'fines' had such a sensual tone to them. The rubbing of her hand under his hard-on was now more resolved. Ray tossed his head back and smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Are you sure?" he jokingly asked. "Mindy said I was freak." Lori's comeback was ultra emphatic. "Mindy is an idiot! She is a barely legal girl who doesn't know jack about what a good cock should look like." She wrapped her fingers around the sleek dick at the same time another wave of her oils further stained the bed and her hard nipples pulsated with desire. Ray laughed to himself at what he was about to suggest. "I don't know, mom. I was hurt pretty bad tonight. Maybe you should do like what you used to do when I was kid and hurt: kiss it and make it all better." He looked down at her. A wicked smile and twinkle in her eyes appeared as she met his gaze. "Mmmm, Ray. I think you're right. Maybe Mommy should kiss it and make it feel all better." The 19-year old's mouth was agape as he watched his drop-dead gorgeous mother lean in and plant a kiss on the top of his erect penis. It was a quick peck. She repeated it, this time giving the excited cockhead a slower, more luxurious kiss. "Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed. The third smooch was even slower and resulted in a loud smack. Then her lips parted to allow her tongue to slither over the sensitive tip. "Ohhhh, shit, Mom!" A potent drop of pre-cum bubbled out of the frantic penis hole onto the surface of Lori's swaying tongue. The first taste of male jizz in too long a while turned Lori into an incestuous whore. Her eager lips wrapped themselves around her son's cock-crown. She commenced to suckle on the spongy apex of Ray's manhood while caressing his nutsack. "Oh, FUCK!" he extolled. Lori's newly created wantonness was about to take off. But as she gently gnawed at and sucked on the forbidden cock dome, a question in her mind lingered. She firmly held his erection, gave the whole length of it a gradual lick with her eager tongue, and then pulled her mouth away from the receptive penile limb. "You were completely devastated when you got home. Then, not even 5 minutes later, you walk in to my bedroom with a humongous hard-on. And naked, at that. What got you aroused so fast?" The starting and stopping of oral adoration affected Raimondo. It was sexual waterboarding to the horny young man. He blurted out quickly the answer. "You, Mom." Lori was genuinely surprised. "Me?!" "Yeah, you, Mom" he panted, almost pleadingly, wishing for her mouth to get back to its work on him. Despite her sexual hunger, she wanted to know more. "What do you mean?" "When you held me, my face could feel your hard nipples. But it didn't faze me because I was so down. Then when you stood up to leave I saw your nipples sticking up through the shirt. I really noticed your big tits. Your thighs looked smooth and sexy. Remember I told you that you looked beautiful?" She nodded. "I really wanted to say you looked hot...incredibly hot! I used 'beautiful' instead. Your scent—I smelled it." He paused, in agony from being separated from her Hoover-like mouth. "Like now. I smell it again." Lori did a quick inhale. He's right. She detected her in-heat musk again. She hadn't noticed it at first as she was lost in the sight and then taste of her son's cock. Raimondo completed his answer. "That's what got me hard so fast. It was you, Mom! You looked—look—so damn sexy in that T-shirt. And I know you haven't been with anyone in a while." He stopped for a moment, and then added, "Plus, I am still a virgin." This admission caused Lori to blink in amazement. He continued. "Tonight I was going to stop being a virgin. It was supposed to be with Mindy. Then when I came home and saw you—hard nipples, pussy smell, looking hot—I started to figure maybe we could take care of each other. I know it's incest, but—" He was cut off by Lori, who now stood before him with her index finger pressed against his lips in a "shhh" fashion. She needed to know something "Ray, do you really think I am hot?" The question was genuine, almost a whisper, and dripped with eroticism. Pushing back his head from her silencing finger, he answered somewhat annoyingly. "I just told you." Lori stepped back, pulled the T-shirt over her head, and revealed her bare body to her son. "How about now?" Ray's eyes bugged out, his mouth dropped open, and felt his heart instantly beat like it was in cardiac arrest. His erection jumped. Ray was in utter sexual awe. His mother, in all her naked glory, was a walking wet dream come true. Her large breasts, with just the slightest sag, looked even larger au natural. His stimulated pupils followed their rising and falling thanks to Lori's heavy breathing. Her turgid nipples, looking like two Hershey Kisses, were mouthwatering. Her mature hips flared out and, besides looking provocative, appeared like they were made for holding onto during a frantic fuck. Her legs were long, sexy, and sleek. Her mons pubis was the stuff of 'older women' porn. Her raven pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and was appeared damp. The labia majora was ample and the perfect place to be for facial cheeks during All-Star cunnilingus. The labia minora was puffy and glistened with her amorous ambrosia. She was a MILF in every sense of the word. "Well, Ray," the dazzling parent said, "do you think I still look hot—without any clothes?" An immense thrill shot up throughout her body as she played coy and sensed the return of her sexual self-confidence—with her son, no less. "Oh, yes, Mom! You are scorching hot!" the lusty lad surmised. With her hands at her side and giving a doubtful look on her face, Lori continued her interrogation with a statement. "Your Dad didn't think so. He left me." Now was Ray's turn to be emphatic. "Dad's a complete asshole!" Lori slowly licked her lips. She put her hands behind her head, stuck out her traffic-stopping rack, spread her legs and tilted one creamy thigh to the side thereby exposing more of her sultry gash to Ray. She then sexily asked him something. "Would you like Mommy to take your cherry?" He smiled, like a child unwrapping the first Christmas present, and couldn't answer fast enough. "Yes! Oh yes!" he replied in utter decadent glee. Strutting to him with the literal look of a whore, the nude and naughty mother wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against Ray's lips. The kiss, in nanoseconds, grew hot and heavy. Two sets of wet and hungry lips, by society's standards never supposed to be like this, rolled over one another. Two tongues glided and slid over one another like two eels. His eager hands went around for that luscious rear-end. They happily took hold of the two ample buns, squeezing and fondling them. Lori chuckled in his mouth. "What?" he quizzed in the middle of the French kiss. "You were looking at my ass when I left the living room, weren't you?" "Hmmm," he self-assuredly responded as he slithered his tongue back in her mouth. "It looked good didn't it" she continued the query. "Shit yeah!" "How does momma's ass feel?" Raimondo gave Lori's bottom an overly healthy squeeze from the under the curve of each opulent buttock, repeatedly handling them as if he was inspecting fruit. "Momma's ass—my momma's ass—feels great!" he stated with lustful conviction. "I'll never get enough of it!" Lori loved it. She also loved the feel of Ray's stiff prick sandwiched between them, grinding against her. She shivered at its hardness. She never felt more turned-on in her life. Her swollen, glossy pussy lips throbbed with longing and were more than ready to suck in the forbidden cock. Meanwhile her honey flowed like fine wine, wanting to make his first cuntal entry an easy one. With her arms still around him, she pulled them both back onto the bed. The randy mother smiled to herself at the aroused eagerness of Ray as he mounted her. She brought her hand between them and took hold of the hard, vibrant cock. She aimed it at her open, drooling slit. "Let momma do this, baby," she hissed, and proceeded to rub the head of her son's prick along the length of her soggy cunt. The nerve endings in his penile top and her outer lips came alive. She drew lines and circles, her hand guiding his "pen" over her "easel." It caused his frothing pre-cum to mix with her seething oils. It also caused his eyes to bug out and her legs to jump up, spreading wider. When she rubbed her awakened clit with the head of his penis, she moaned. "Aaahhhhhh!" Finally she rested his cock-tip at her womanly entrance. She looked up at him, ever so slightly nervous. "Please be easy, Ray. I know this is your 'first.' I just haven't been with anyone for a while and I never had anyone this big." Raimondo had to get his breathing under control before he could even reply. "Don't worry, Mom," he said...and then nudged his cock down and into Lori's humid and thirsting cunt. As his cockhead slipped into its first-ever vagina, the foxy mother's eyes bugged out, gazing at Ray. The wonder of young male length and girth joyously penetrated her famished twat. Ray continued his assurance with a confident smile as he advanced his entry into the illicit vaginal vestibule. "I will be gentle with you." With palms on the bed like in a push-up like position, the son descended into his mother. The heat and the wetness of Lori's pussy along with the feverish welcome her nether lips and sugar walls were rapidly giving his virgin prick—it was all he could do not to break his promise and just slam into her succulent muff. But he was a good son, even now committing incest. He gently eased his plunging member into the fiery depths of the maternal sex. "Aaahhhhh, Raaaaaimondo!" crooned the beauty. Her mind, set afire with illicit lust, searched for a description of the moment. She recalled when the New York Rangers won the Stanley Cup in 1994 and the announcement of it. "The waiting is over! And this will last a lifetime!" Spot on for both points. Ray's mental switchboard was fried. He couldn't get over the wonderful experience of fucking for the first time. The fact that this first fuck was his pretty, horny mother made the mental frying exponential. Deeper and deeper his young penis traveled into Lori's syrupy and ravenous honey-hole. His mind could barely describe the sensation. His mouth did a little better. "Uggghhhhh Mommmmmm! You feel unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable!" The ravishing divorcee was in sexual nirvana. Her own capability to hear and reply was subdued...by feeling. The feeling of being screwed...after over two years of no sex...of being screwed by a good-looking partner...a young, good-looking partner...who described her as 'beautiful' when 'hot' was preferred...who is a virgin...who is her virgin son. She finally was able to form a sentence. "You too, baby!" She was delightfully interrupted as Ray readjusted his knees and thus the angle of his incoming dick. He touched pleasure points within her that she thought were long comatose. She wanted to say more but her mind was wholly focused on the exquisiteness of his cascading member inside her grateful cunt. She could only repeat herself. "You too, baby!" When Raimondo bottomed out, Lori's toes curled. Her son was not only inside of her, but now completely. Her cuntal insides lovingly encompassed the entire length of the forbidden phallus—tip to root. Mother and son grunted at the end of the forbidden, erotic journey...and the start of a new one as nature took over for both of them. His youthful hips began to rotate as he pumped his fat and extensive cock in Lori. In turn, she commenced her own natural responses of undulating her luxurious hips to blissfully receive Ray's motions and releasing more lubrication to grease the penile pathway. Guttural moaning emanated from both. Then as the pitching and catching developed, he bellowed first. "Oh, Mom! Take my cherry! Take my cherry!" The taboo cheering made Lori's lust fly to the moon. She redoubled the oscillation of her hips, determined to make his first-fuck truly memorable. She returned as zealously as she got. She began to raise her ass up from the bed so her desirous cunt could take in more of the luscious cock, to suck in more of Ray's pistoning cock. It was the tightness of her cunt which sent volts of sexual energy between Ray and Lori. The volts enveloped both sex organs and both minds. She thought the years of sexual neglect and her son's size would result in some pain. When he slipped into her and gradually furthered his entrance, she felt only pleasure as her pussy greedily and swiftly accommodated itself to its new neighbor. Lori's twat was stretched by Ray...and she loved it! The college kid had no idea what to expect in terms of his first lay. He didn't know anything about being dick-deep inside a woman's sex. It didn't matter, either socially or personally, that his first lay was his mom. When he initially plunged into Lori's vagina and immediately but gently moved in deeper, he was spell-bound at how wonderfully taut it felt. His dick felt like it was in a succulent, wet, fleshy vise. And he loved it! The mutual groans, his downward thrusts, her upward motions—all maximized within seconds as the primal pace of this fuck ratcheted up. The pace was spurred on by the feeling of newness for the young prick, the feeling of renewed sexual joy for the famished fox, and the unexpected 800 pound gorilla in the room: this was an incestuous mating. "Ugggh, Mom!" Ray puffered after breaking a lengthy, rapacious kiss with Lori. "Harder, baby, harder! Fuck mommy harder!" The strapping son willingly obliged and rotated his hips into a blur, pile-driving into the flooded, receptive orifice that was his mother's cunt. And flooded was her cunt. The maternal juices were tidal, basting her inner thighs, his swaying balls, and the already-soaked bedcover. The wantonness of it all egged on Lori and Ray in their forbidden, frenzied fuck. Shortly after he commenced driving into Lori, the horny lad was captivated by his mother's large breasts as they rolled and shook, thanks to his determined and rapid screwing. His moments of captivation were necessary for breathing as pauses to the intense Frenching his mouth and Lori's were enjoying. He wanted to capture one of the twirling teats and suckle it like he did when he was an infant. But her mouth and tongue, after their own needed break, feverishly desired to reconnect with his. When he saw the tongue of his sluttish mom flutter out for his, his mammary desire was doused by her need to resume French kissing. The insatiable brunette thrashed her head from side to side on the mattress, breathing like an asthmatic, and sounding like a porno queen. "Oh yes, Ray! Yes!! Fuck me, baby. You're fucking momma so good, Ray! I need it so bad! It's been so long...too long. Fuck me gooooood!" The handsome hunk continued to fulfill the lecherous request. His pommels became more feverish, firmer, and faster. His steel-hard cock was like a wild jackhammer tapping at his mom's juicy, wanting slit. Repeated, wet slapping sounds echoed throughout the room as he skillfully fucked Lori at break-neck speed with keen pelvic strikes and animalistic vigor. The divorcee's voluptuous body arched skyward to accept Ray's pelting, craving for more of his licentious flesh. Her hips bucked wildly and her pussy's inner muscles were spasming around and clenching the spearing prick. Lori, in the throes of sensual gratification, looked deep into her son's eyes with unadulterated lust. "I was born to take your cherry, Raimondo! Momma was born to take your sweet, virgin cherry!" Having said that, the writhing parent wrapped her arms around him and shoved her sluttish tongue into his mouth. Meanwhile the intensity and tempo of her enthusiastically wild thrusting surpassed his. It wasn't long afterwards that it was time for Ray to complete his journey into manhood. He put his mother on notice. "Ohhhh, Mom! I'm going to cum!" The hard-working lover was surprised he didn't pop off already, considering the action he had with Mindy which was continued by his mom. He was proud of his stamina. Lori loved Ray's youthful staying power. She was relishing every second, every pummel, every inch of him. She was about to relish every liquidity ounce of him. Her smooth thighs attached themselves to his sides, allowing her long legs to entwine themselves around him. Her initial excitement of taking a young male cherry—her son's—was lost in selfish joy of getting the fuck she so needed. This selfish joy along with the now-appreciated incestuous aspect of this monumental lay had her mewing noisily as her fine figure undulated under the skillful application of Ray's man-meat. "Give it to me, Ray! Give momma all your spunk! Give it to me!" Hearing this from his excited and writhing, naked parent was akin to the bugle sound at the start of the Kentucky Derby. And just like the release of horses at the famed race, so did Ray do his own release...of his heavy, white semen. "Aaarrggghhhhhh!" Ray's vocals were a cross between a primordial grunt and a sigh of final relief. As the flexing Adonis ejaculated into Lori's churning pussy, the hold that her wrapped legs had on his lower extremities got tighter. She hysterically jabbed her heels into his whirling hips. The action of her legs and heels were reflective of the untamed mom's determination to have Ray push deeper and deeper into her scalding orifice with every ejaculatory jab. Additionally she wanted her own approaching climax to be hastened. What better way to do this then to spur on the locomotive-like motions of the cumming cock? Mom Math By the third salvo of do-it fluid into her, Lori felt like firecrackers were exploding in her head as her orgasm joined the party. "Oh, Ray! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, too!" A profound sense of intense physical pleasure and fulfillment swept over the MILF's luscious body and searing mind. At the same time, a tsunami of cuntal juice was thunderously discharged from Lori's quaking sex. It awashed her loins and his, seeped through the already-flooded bed cover, and rapidly mixed with his still-spewing motion lotion. Ray screamed, "Uggghhhh, Maaammmmaaaa!" "Yes! Ah, yessss!" Lori's brand new bed creaked like a used one in an hourly motel as mother and son came, as mother and son humped at each other in their mutual and individual releases. The releases were not just the physical expulsion of bodily fluids. It was the release of sexual frustration, the hurt of rejection, and resulting low self-esteem. It was...mom math. One frustrated mother + one rejected son = incestuous satisfaction. ;)