4 comments/ 57841 views/ 41 favorites Mom's Grief By: Momstheboss PRESENT Martha stood at the kitchen sink dressed in a newly purchased black dress, her arms straight, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, her head down, crying uncontrollably. Ralph, her 31-year-old son was in the bathroom taking a leak. They had just returned to her small second floor apartment from the graveside of her boyfriend Stan, who had suffered a major heart attack during sexual intercourse three days earlier. He was only 61. The only other attendees were Stan's ex-wife and 12 year old daughter. Martha had lied, telling both that Stan had died at the kitchen table rather than satisfying her strong sexual appetite. Stan, a large bear of a man, had not been the man of her dreams... not even close. His movements reminded one of the bear in the movie "Song of the South" and his face could not be said to be "easy on the eyes", but for the first 2 years of their 8 year relationship he had helped pay the bills until she had gotten established in a decent paying job. She had not been able to tell him to just get out! Though he was 10 years older than her 51 years, he had still preformed well enough in the sack, a very important asset for her though he often made her feel claustrophobic beneath his hairy, pot bellied, 6'2", 230lbs frame. She was a mere 4'9", a substantial 150lbs, with ample hips and ass, but small impish breasts and nipples. Martha, herself, could be said to be "easy on the eyes" in facial features, her face framed with natural, flaming red hair to her shoulders, and milky white, smooth skin which was only seen in the confines of her bedroom, though seldom in the light of day. Still, the shy, not-so-confident Martha had felt fortunate to have Stan share her bed. More than all else, it was the loss of her bed mate that caused her to feel robbed and alone, causing the tears to run freely down her cheeks. Ralph, shook his slightly erect cock, looking proudly down at it. It had firmed up as he pondered his mom's possible sexual vulnerability caused by her grief. He zipped his fly, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. HISTORY A little more than 11 years earlier he had lived at home while attending the local college. He had worked at a local high-rise apartment building as doorman and security guard to help his recently widowed mother pay the bills. He was going into debt for his education. He had started the job in October and by the time Christmas was over he had garnered over $400 in tips. It could be said he was handsome enough, had an outgoing and friendly nature, but in reality he was a bit conniving in nature and only cared about the tips, giving only the good looking female residents exceptional service. Living in the high-rise, there were a handful of elderly residents who would come down and sit in the lobby to pass the time. A couple of men had been in WWll and Ralph enjoyed talking to them. There were also three women, one of which was a Mrs. Collins. He was quite intrigued when she introduced herself and told him that she was recently retired from the local college. The lady was a legend among the male students with the ability, as the legend went, to be able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Sharp as a tact, though easily in her early 70s, she was ultra thin, wore pancake makeup and too much red on her cheekbones. Her blonde hair was thinning dramatically. When younger, she may have been quite stunning. Finding Mrs. Collins to be the only one in the lobby one evening, he readily left his post at the front door when she summoned him to her as she sat in the corner of the lobby. She made a comment about his size... he was 5'1" and 105 pounds soaking wet... and then pointedly, in a whisper, asked about the size of his cock. Brazenly, he offered to show her. She smiled approvingly. With a quick look through the windows and towards the elevator, he unzipped his fly and pulled forth his cock. A bit of stroking firmed it up. She reached to fondled it briefly, causing it to become rock-hard. Satisfied it was quite sufficiently long and thick she whispered her offer. She would suck his cock after a lengthy doggy fuck, if he would come to her apartment when he got off at midnight, assuring him she would be awake and waiting. Ralph had a girlfriend but she was a virgin and was determined to remain so, making him a virgin also as she was the first girlfriend he had ever had. At midnight, he secured the front door and took the elevator to the sixth floor to Mrs. Collins' apartment. He knocked lightly and the door opened within seconds. She eyed the hall before steeping back, allowing him to enter. She was actually more human looking without her makeup, he thought. She asked him to accompany her to the bedroom where she removed her only piece of clothing, an ankle length light gown. Opening a bedside table drawer, she retrieved a condom and handed it to him. Ralph quickly undressed. He fiddled a long minute with condom as it was also new to him as was the pussy he was about to get. With no foreplay, she entered the bed and got on her knees. Ralph did what he had seen in x-rated videos, kneeing himself onto the bed, noting her lip-less and scantly haired pussy, and with cock in hand, searched for her hole with the tip of his cock, discovered it and slowly pushed into her. Ralph was instantly intoxicated and began doggy fucking the elderly teacher with a slow rhythm but was soon following her directions as her pussy became lubricated. As she commanded, he was soon slamming into her meatless, boney buttocks. For the first time, he heard a real live woman moan with lustful passion. She seemed insatiable, demanding that he not come but fuck her long, hard and deep. He did so for near an hour, learning to divert his mind to subjects unrelated to fucking. But, she did eventually call a halt to the seemingly abusive intercourse. Slowly, seemingly in pain, she maneuvered to her back as he sat back on his haunches. She demanded that he eat her pussy! Uncertainty raged within him but he put his face to her pussy. Knowingly, it seemed, she guided him and he learned. It took time, a long time it seemed, but she finally groaned in orgasm. As they exchanged positions, she rolled the condom off his cock and proceeded to suck his cock with great suction and hunger. It had not been discussed or had he been told, but, within a few minutes, his cock erupted, filling her mouth with his warm semen. She seemed not the least put off, swallowing it all, and continued to suck his cock dry. She continued to suck him to erection, whick happened quickly. They then fucked missionary a few long minutes without a rubber. This first sexual interlude with the elderly Mrs. Collins would certainly remain a fond memory for a lifetime, as would the three dozen times or so over a two year span. Now, pass the elevator, down the right hall, near the right stairwell of the high-rise, was a bathroom, a storage area and a few lockers. Early on, Ralph had discovered a stash of X-rated magazines and paperbacks in one of the lockers, searching for an empty locker to store his school books. As it became later in the evening, the apartment traffic slowed down considerably and Ralph could slip down to the bathroom, open one of the girlie magazines and jerk off into the sink. This also helped him ease the desire to ejaculate on the nights Mrs. Collins wished him to visit. One evening, Mrs. Denning, the apartment manager was looking for him around 11 PM. Concerned that he was not at his post, she surprised him as he was jerking off at the sink. He hastily and successfully got the bathroom door closed before she spied him with cock in hand. He complained that he must've caught a stomach virus. She politely apologized, wished him well and voiced her desire that he would be back at his post as soon as possible. Ralph often read the paperbacks while sitting at the front door, being careful to slip them into the drawer of his desk whenever he saw or heard someone approaching. One evening he read a most provocative and stirring story of an incestuous nature between a mother and son. Reading the inside covers, after reading the story, the author offered statistics that said that a large percentage of mothers would welcome a sexual affair with their young adult sons, whether the father was still in the home are not. The absents of the father only upped the percentile. After that night, Ralph began to ponder and fantasize about just such a possibility with his own mom and was soon applying some of the physical aspects of the story he had read; kissing goodbye on the lips, touching inappropriately with or without apologizes etc. PRESENT After washing his hands, Ralph left the bathroom and sought his mother out, finding her at the sink in the kitchen, still sobbing. He moved in close behind her placing his hands on her hips, nosing her neck. He noted her attempt to stifle her crying, sniffing audibly. "No, mom! Go ahead and let it out. Cry all you need to. You will feel better." He told her sincerely, kissing her neck lightly. Martha was immediately alarmed at the close proximity of her son, his midsection pressing firmly against her backside. "Just let me be, honey!" She pleaded. "Give me a few minutes and we'll go somewhere and have a late lunch. Please, go on now!" "What kind of son would I be if I left you alone at a time like this. You are all stressed out. A good cry and a little TLC will make you feel much better." Martha was aware that her son's left hand had slipped to cup her left breast. She began crying uncontrollably again, but for additional reasons. HISTORY She and Ralph had had an unnatural history of close physical contact of occasional proportion. Since his 20th birthday, four months before meeting Stan, they had nibbled at the edges of an incestuous pie. It had begun by kissing goodbye on the lips, initiated by Ralph. Then, one or two lingering goodbye kisses had been her fault during a moment of extreme loneliness. Over a period of weeks, she could, and should, have stopped his seemingly innocent fondling of her body dead in its tracks. A lingering hug, a pat on the rump or a clothed back-rub seemed innocent enough. She had suppressed all thoughts of impropriety. Had they not always had an affectionate relationship? The tickling, light slap-fighting and physical contests, requiring a cry of "uncle", which she initiated and won as often as Ralph, occasionally began while watching TV together on the sofa and, once started, ranged throughout the house, both often dressed in bed clothes. Early on, she was aware of his erections but shooed them from her consciousness, strongly resisting his attempts to lock her in tightly, allowing his firmness to press against her. She ignored them until one Saturday morning she shook Ralph to tell him breakfast would be on the table soon. He instantly bolted up and began a tickling, wrestling match. She quickly found herself losing, on the bed, on her back, her arms being held securely over her head, with Ralph calling for her cry of "uncle". With her legs wide, knees up, her knee length sleeping gown riding ever higher, exposing black underwear, milky-smooth thighs, she flailed, refusing to cry "uncle", seeking an escape - seeking to better him. She was very competitive in nature. Her lack of bra clearly evident, her nipples involuntarily becoming firm and showing through the silk-like fabric, she fought on. During other struggles, he had been between her legs before but only for brief moments as she almost always quickly levered herself to freedom. This time, even though she had a wide radius of movement, she was basically penned and helpless. Stubbornly, she refused to cry "uncle". Sure, she felt his taboo firmness scrubbing over her panty covered vagina, but she would no doubt escape, given time. Time, however, long minutes of persistent struggle, was proving to be her enemy. Not really knowing when it happened she found herself becoming aroused. Ralph, however, cunningly knew exactly what he was doing and knew time was invariably on his side. It was not paperback learning but male instinct... male sexual conquest... made heady by the incestuous element... to fuck one's mother that gave him determination to keep her subdued. He had heard a few soft moans escape her. All he had to do was keep her doing exactly what she was doing. Her stubborn competitiveness would be her undoing and his success. Martha could no longer deny that they were dry-fucking. Her midsection had ceased its sideways struggle. Her crotch, intermittently and involuntarily, thrust skyward as she felt the pressure of his rock-hard shaft pushing firmly and directly against her, precision like, compressing her clit. All she had to do was cease her struggles, to be perfectly still, to cry "uncle". She could lose! But then there would be embarrassment to contend with, leading to embarrassing comments, questions or discussions... all without the reward of orgasm, which she now desired desperately. Had she known Ralph's mind, his desire, his weeks of long scheming, she would have done exactly that... become still... cried "uncle" Instead, her raised knees tightened against his sides, her arms ceased their struggles and were released, only to wrap around his shoulders. She had surrendered to her immediate desire to reach orgasm. Be damn all else. Ralph realized his mother was caught up in her lustful passion and maneuvered to cradled her in his arms and concentrate on placement of his stiff shaft pushing at his briefs. He now heard continuous moans as her knees ratcheted against his sides. He felt the time was right. He wanted them to fuck. But how! He wore briefs and she wore bloomer style panties. Did he dare break the moment to release his cock, to beg her to pull aside the crotch of her panties, to allow him to enter her. Her loud moaning of completion surprised him, trashing his desires. He instantly changed his mind set, switching to a determined effort to have his own orgasm. Martha's orgasm was refusing to release her due to Ralph's continued rhythm and pressure against her clit. In short moments, she heard her son's groan of completion. Reality slid back into her consciousness and she thought, "Ahh hell, what have I done!" Ralph, though he would have liked to have coupled with his mother, now felt confident it would happen soon enough, reminding himself not to rush things... that was paperback learning. Martha laid exhausted - and disgusted. The orgasm had not left her satisfied, only despondent with the realization that for all practical purposes she had just had sexual relations with her son, allowing him to view her soul through her orgasm. "I love you, mom." She heard whispered next to her ear. The words, coming just after his ejaculation, meant that their lives had changed forever. She knew he would be expecting sexual intimacy from her again. Her own sexual desire, too hard to suppress, had placed this burden upon her. Now that he had viewed her soul, causing her to surrender to her sexual craving through direct personal stimulation of her womanhood, the taboo of incest had no meaning anymore. It meant nothing, in her view, that they had not coupled. He had brought her to orgasm and had witnessed her body quaking firsthand. In her mind, it gave him intimate knowledge and privileges that he did not yet fully understand but would come to know, short of penetrating her, and no doubt appreciate. He would remember the first time seducing his mother, bringing her to orgasm, forever. She had asked in a subdued tone to be let up. He maneuvered off her to stand, watching her rise and leave his bedroom, telling him to shower and come to breakfast. "You took advantage of me." She had said calmly, setting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him at the table. "Don't look surprised! You knew exactly what you were doing... scrubbing me like that! My mind was in such a state that the orgasm did nothing to satisfied me. And you had the nerve to continue until you ejaculated. I know now the last couple of weeks you have been playing me like a fiddle. I feel so stupid! What are we to do now? You don't honestly think I'm going to let you screw me?" Though she felt them having intercourse was inevitable, she was determined to appear against the incestuous act, keeping him at bay as long as possible. "I read a paperback - weeks ago. Various stories of moms and his sons doing it. Sometimes the moms seduced the sons and sometimes the other way around. It got me to thinking about me and you. I know you mom! You need it! I just thought..." "YOU THOUGHT WHAT!" Martha shouted, cutting him off, her short baby-fat frame standing over her son. "That you could take your father's place between my legs!" "Did dad ever eat your pussy?" Ralph brazenly injected quickly trying to change the direction of discussion, taking advantage of what his mother had told him about her orgasm - not satisfying her. "WHAT?" She snapped. "What did you ask me?" Ralph repeated the question, shocking her into silence for long moments. "No. I wanted him to but he never offered and I never asked." She finally acknowledged in a monotone. "May I have a cup of coffee?" He asked, causing her to shake her head, she turning and moving to pour a cup of coffee from the counter. She walked back to place it by his plate. Ralph slipped his right hand between his mother's legs midway between her knee and her crotch. "I'm not going to apologize. You didn't exactly reject my advances." Ralph rationalized. "You knew I was hard every time we wrestled..." "I WAS LONELY! Dammit!" She defended, aware of his hand, but making no effort to move it or rebuke him. "You should not have used my loneliness against me." "Why don't you pull your panties off and sit yourself here on the table and let me please your pussy." He said brazenly. "You are a piece of work!" She said shaking her head. "I should slap your face for suggesting such a thing!" Ralph pushed the untouched plate of food to the left on the table as far as he could reach, then the coffee. Keeping his right hand in place, he patted the table with his left. "You said the orgasm did not satisfy you?" He challenged. "You're daring me, aren't you?" She challenged back, her competitiveness kicking in. She had showered early, before she initially woke him, before their romp, but now her still wet panties took center stage in her mind. Him eating her 30 minute soiled pussy could be payback. "You want to play games! OK! Let's do it! Here, you pull them off." Ralph maneuvered his mother to face him, hands on her hips. He reached under her gown, sliding his fingers over and into the top elastic of her panties, pulling them down as she removed her gown. She stepped out of them, standing naked before him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. She had never been totally nude in front of him. He maneuvered her ass to the edge of the table as he pushed his chair back a bit. He gave her petite breast no notice as she lifted one buttock to the edge of the table and with a bit of assistance was soon alternating one buttock and then the other backwards on the table until he stopped her, instructing her to put her feet on his shoulders. Ralph gazed at the lush red forest on his mother's mound that sprayed downward and thinned around the edges of her labia. He studied the puffy lips. He placed his hands at the edge of her buttocks. "Lift up." Martha lifted her ass as she gazed down at the serious look on her son's face as he slid his palms under her ass. He looked up at her and a smile appeared. "You like the looks of Mama's snatch?" "Your pussy is lovely. I truly love a thick bush between a woman's legs. Yours is a meaty cunt that could buffer a good pounding." Mom's Grief "Like, you have seen so many!" She said sarcastic like. "You like that word, cunt?" "I like all the words describing a woman's intimate parts." Her odor was not strong but present, but he wasn't about to stop now. He put his mouth to her pussy and began to explore with his tongue. Martha's large intake of air told him everything he needed to know. She kept her torso lifted, watching the erotic scene unfolding between her legs. "You've got a good tongue, Ralph!" She praised lustfully. Martha soon dropped her head back and lost herself in the long minutes of oral pleasure, slowly assenting the climatic ladder, happily diving off the top rung as the strong orgasm surged through her. As the orgasm evaporated, she fought the strong urge to let her son stick his dick into her, which, standing quickly between her legs, he was, with unleashed cock in hand, trying to facilitate. "NO! Hell no!" She exclaimed, tussling her ass, and shooing him away with words and hands to hinder his effort. "You incestuous bastard! Jerk yourself off and come on my bush if you want, but your not sticking that thing in me. STOP POKING ME ORrrrrrrrrr!" He was distressed by his failure to quickly enter her, his shaft bending with the last poke, and ceased his poking. He indeed wanted to come, even by his own hand, and ejaculating into her bush was a good alternative. With determination, he stoked his cock and in short order sent three plentiful globs of semen shooting onto her hairy mount. With a still mostly firm shaft, he playfully smeared the semen into her pubic hair and down over her labia, which she allowed and watched with interest. Very desirous of oral pleasure in the following weeks, becoming nearly three months, Martha submitted to Ralph's advances on numerous occasions. For Ralph, the preferred method, the closest thing to intercourse his mother would allow, was, after eating here pussy. to have her lay on her belly so he could place his cock in the crack of her ass, humping her ass, filling her upper crack with warm semen. Humping her right thigh while she pulled his cock was her preferred way, citing the closeness. Nearing a decision to give in - allowing her son to fuck her, as she was beginning to miss the feeling of a cock inside her - she happen to be introduced to Stan. Ralph quickly found himself being offered one last ass hump after giving her one last tongue lashing. Then, after being cut off, the humiliation of being asked to find his own apartment so Stan could move in. Much to Martha's distraction, Ralph continued feeling her up, with lewd suggestions, whenever the opportunity presented itself. PRESENT "I think I want to take a nap." Martha sighed trying to stifle her sobbing. Ralph thought instantly of the bed needing desperately to take advantage of his mother's state of mind. "That is probably a good idea." He agreed. "Come on and I will get you comfortable." Martha allowed herself to be led to her bedroom. With little worry of her form hugging black dress she sat, then, rolled onto the bed. She let her son remove her shoes but voiced opposition to his effort to remove her stockings. She swatted at him briefly. Having removed her stockings, he returned for her panties causing her anger to flare and her hand swats to be more determined. "No! No, Ralph!" She protested. "There is no need to remove my panties! I know what you are up to and you should be ashamed of yourself. Let me grieve by myself." Still, her panties were removed, the tight dress being left riding high showing a substantial amount of ass, belly, and of course, bushy treasure. Thinking she was to be left alone, she curled up into a ball and began whimpering. She has lost track of time but was instantly alarmed by the closeness of her son spooning behind her, his hand caressing her exposed ass. "I told you no, Ralph!" She exclaimed. "Maybe after I rest a bit. But you have to let me rest first. She rolled to her left to be able to land more determined slaps, to warn him off. Her body jolted with shock at seeing her son totally naked on the bed with her. She tried to scramble off the bed but he grabbed her waist and wrestled her in close. "Calm down, mom!" Ralph said with authority. "I'm just trying to comfort you. I was just massaging your back." "You were rubbing my ass, and you know it!" Martha countered. "And you're butt ass naked with a hard on. You think I'm stupid! I know exactly what you're after." "It's been four days." Ralph countered back. "Under the circumstances, I would have thought you would be ready for a little TLC." She had become still, being restrained and held so in his arms, but now she again tried to exit the bed. They tussled more, Ralph restraining her, causing her dress to ride even higher. Her belly button and below was now fully exposed. Ralph trying to maneuver atop her as she squirmed desperately not to allow it. "Stop you're fighting! Let me eat your pussy. Is that asking too much?" He reasoned. "And then you will want to screw me!" Martha retorted. "I do not want to fuck you, damn it!" He returned angrily. "I want us, us, dammit, to fuck. You and me, together. You would have welcomed my cock years ago if Stan had not come along. Just admit that a bit of fucking would make you feel better. Stan is not here! I am!" Martha ceased her struggling, allowing Ralph to mount her as her legs lifted. "Are you going to put it in?" "Hell no!" Martha replied grudgingly. "Put it in your god damn self. And don't expect any participation from me you incestuous bastard!" Ralph lost half of his erection. He withdrew, sitting on his haunches and maneuvering his mother to her belly. She did not resist. He began to kiss and nibble at her buttocks. He had indulged himself years earlier and she had enjoyed it much. Maybe, he pondered, he would take a few more minutes to try and arouse her. He let his nose slide downward through the crack of her ass. She responded with a soft moan, spreading her legs slightly. He pushed his face into the wider opening of thighs and ass and licked at her pussy, just able to reach it with a feather-like touch. It was enough. She moaned. "Please Ralph!" She pleaded. "Just let me be. We can talk later." Ralph was beyond wanting to talk are discuss anything. He maneuvered upward, making an effort and succeeding, to spread her legs a bit more. He supported much, but placed some, of his weight on her with hope of penning her in place without making her uncomfortable. He began to probe between her legs with a stiff erection, confident if he could find her hole his rock-hard cock would be able to overcome any tightness. Subtle poking and quick, light jabs soon paid off. He felt the head of his cock push into something warm, wet and soft. He pushed slowly and felt his shaft sinking to his mother's vagina. "Nooooooooo." Martha exhaled with a defeated tone. With most of his cock inside of her he began a very slow rhythm, thrusting slowly and penetrating deeper with each thrust. He found it hard to discern if she was pushing back or was just his imagination, but her soft moans were real enough. His rhythm increased slightly. He no longer cared whether she was participating or not. His rhythm increased a bit more. His breathing was more from the illicit union than from the mild labor. He now lifted himself on outstretched arms. He looked down as his mother's ass spread out and flattened from his thrusts. Her soft mutterings matched his stroking with a soft grunt whenever he shoved deep. Martha tried to convey an almost comatose attitude to her son , but as the long minutes slipped by, the cock, his cock, began to feel good inside of her. Her soft moans, the involuntary movements of her ass and her sodden vagina relayed a different story. She had expected a frantic, self-absorbed fuck and a quick ejaculation. Yes, she knew he was going to come inside of her. She had required all her boyfriends, even Stan, to use a condom, faking her fear of pregnancy. But she knew, unfortunately, that ship had sailed concerning her son. She was sterile and he would be too suspicious of a request to stop and get a condom. She would tell him later after raking him over the coals for coming inside her. Surprising her with his apparent desire to have a lengthy first coupling, she still could not bring herself to the point of wanting to participate. She was weeping once more, for many reasons, and felt his kisses on her shoulders and neck. His rhythm had slowed a bit but the fuck continued. Having lowered himself down again, his warmth and weight appealed to her. As was his cock. "Are you enjoying Mama's pussy?" She was able to ask after ceasing her crying. "Very much." "You are a lowlife, mother-fucker, you know that, don't you?" She accused. "You haven't threatened to shoot me." He returned. "Mother-fucker is a moniker I can live with, I suppose. Our little secret." "My undoing is that I like to screw and unfortunately you have a very good cock and you are showing that you know how to use it. How about you let me go pee and I'll take this dress off and get on my back." "I don't want to have to chase you all over this apartment and waste our energy wrestling you down." Ralph stated. "Are you looking for a promise?" She said sarcastically. "You mean like the promises you made to Stan to suck his cock! No thanks! But if I have to wrestle you to the floor in the middle of the living room, I am going to finish this fuck, with or without your participation. I should have had my cock in you 10 years ago." "I have no further need to resist." Ralph pulled his cock out of her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched his mother roll to the edge and stand. With his help with the zipper, she removed the dress and other garments. As she started to move away from him, he took hold of her hips and turned her to face him. He suckled on each nipple for brief moments before letting her go. "Not quite a hand full, huh." She chirped. "Nipples are not much more than an M&M when hard. But I like having them sucked!" Martha walked across the bedroom. She left the bathroom door open, lifted the toilet seat, turned and sat down. Mother and son eyed each other as he listened to her relief herself. When she stood, she moved left to the bathtub. Curious as to what his mother was up to, Ralph left the bed and walked to the bathroom door. She had not turned on the light and he left it off, spying her squatting in the tub lathering her pussy. She was aware of his presence but did not turn her head to look at him. "Just as determined as you are to fuck me, I'm determined to get my pussy licked." She stated matter-of-factly. "Like, you're going to have to hold a gun to my head." He chuckled. "I appreciate the washing. I do like a good smelling pussy." Ralph stayed leaning against the door sill until his mother stepped out of the bathtub and was tapping her pussy dry with a hand towel. "I do love to see a woman squatting in the tub washing her pussy. Extremely erotic! You are a very sexy looking woman, mom." "I am overweight and tubby looking with too much belly and a lard ass. And you are talking with your dick - but thank you." She said as he moved past him. Martha heard the water running as she started to enter the bed.. "What the hell are you doing?" She queried. "A clean pussy deserves a clean cock." He replied loud enough for her to hear. "I had to tolerate Stan washing his cock in my sink! You men are all like!" She complained, making a quick detour to get a clean pair of black, sexier than normal, underwear out of her drawer. She stepped into them and rolled onto the bed to her back in the middle. "I remember you complaining, having to bully Stan to get him to eat her pussy." Ralph teased, walking to the foot of the bed, kneeling himself onto it. "You're not going to have to do that anymore, sugar britches." The comment did not bring her to tears. Ralph covered his mother, kissing her full on the mouth. His passionate kiss was returned and he started kissing and sucking his way down her body, spending time on her nipples He ran his nose over and through the freshly washed thick, red bushed mound. He rolled her over and started from the top again, removing her panties as he worked his way down, lingering for long minutes at her buttocks, running his nose and tongue into the crack of her ass. Then, he rolled her to her back again, turning his attention to her treasure. Marsha again was pleasantly surprised by the lengthy attention her pussy was getting. She had lifted her feet and placed them on Ralph's shoulders when he placed his face to her pussy and began to explore with his tongue. It seemed he was probing every nook and cranny, not the irritating licking of Stan, not concentrating on any one spot, causing her body to flush. "Yes! Yes!" She moaned with pleasure. "You are driving me crazy! Light somewhere and stay there. Ahh hell yes! Right there! Don't move! Dammit Ralph, you know what I meant! Yes! Stay right there!" Ralph could feel the little nipple like clit. He knew no woman would last long with such direct stimulation. He had other plans. "Don't you move!" She exclaimed. Ralph was aware of his mother's torso lifting up to look at him and strengthen her demand. He ignored her, pushing her knees back and putting his tongue to her hole, pushing in as far as he could. "You incestuous bastard!" She breathed with labored breath as her belly contracted and her head dropped back to the pillow. "I could never imagine anything so erotic and good. Oh, fuck! Push it deep!" Ralph alternated between her clit and tongue fucking several times before finally concentrating on her clit with intent to bring her to orgasm. He listened to her animal sounding pants and huffing and puffing like a woman in labor. He felt the pressure to his shoulders as she pushed her feet against him to lever her ass skyward. He palmed her buttocks to assist while keeping his tongue glued to clit. "Come up!" She pleaded as the orgasm left her and he lowered her ass to the bed. "Hurry! Stick it in me!" She willingly assisted their coupling and moaned appreciatively as he pushed deep into her. Martha quickly and naturally matched his moderate, determined rhythm. He soon lifted his body over her on stiff arms and she held her legs wide, knees back, giving him total access to her pussy. Their eyes locked. She smiled lovingly. "Come on Ralph. Fuck that thing! Fuck Mama's pussy!" She prompted seductively. "I want you to fill my pussy. I can feel those balls against my ass. I want you to empty them - every mother fucking drop - inside my belly. Come onnn! Damn, that cock is hard! Give me to me! Come onnn! Yeah baby! Hard! DEEP, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Her banter was perfectly executed. With the knowledge of his cock unshielded, her wetness, her moans, responsive ass and the low squeaking of the bed, Ralph had climbed the ladder, looking down into his mother's eyes. "Gggrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Gggoooodddddddd!" Ralph shoved his cock deep as his cock jerked repeatedly, spewing warm, semen into her pussy. His back straightened as he stretched his body feeling the satisfaction of his conquest flow through him. He slowly lowered himself down and kissed her shoulders for long seconds before lifting and pushing himself again to his knees, pulling his cock out of her. Ralph sat on his haunches, stroking his cock and eying his mother's pussy for long moments. Reading his mind, she placed her hands to her labia, her fingers pulling the puffy lips wide. Flexing her vaginal muscles, the semen began to seep out. She smiled when his cock became rigid. "If you don't plug that hole we are gonna stain the sheets." Martha reached to take hold of Ralph's cock as he mounted her for a second, more lengthy fuck.