14 comments/ 130586 views/ 119 favorites Taking His Rightful Place Ch. 01 By: motoskoota School was over and I was celebrating late into the night down at Morris Park. I suppose I can thank the resiliency of youth that I was up for it, since I'd really tied one on not three nights earlier at a surprise party (for me!) for my eighteenth birthday. Ginny knew a way to hook into the electricity at the base of one of the streetlights that lit the park's pathways, so there were party lights and there was music. There was other stuff, too, of course: box wine, plenty of beer, and some of Humboldt County's finest herb. With the end of the school term came the end of my daily training for the swim team. Of course, part of me didn't mind that at all. I like to compete, and I appreciate the discipline of training, but kicking back has its place, don't you know. Anyway, there were about a dozen of us just lounging about, reminiscing, talking about plans. Maybe some of them would come true. At the time, it didn't seem to matter much. Rachel was lying on the grass beside me, her head propped up on her hand. Before you know it, we're making out. Rachel has a full, pretty mouth and a gifted tongue, and I was getting into it. Soon I was lying on top of her, and we were dry-humping. She whispered to me about how she loved the way my cock felt inside her, and all I could do was agree about that. We'd fucked a handful of times, and I never had cause to regret any of them. I had plans for the next day, so when three o'clock rolled around, I made my exit. But not before I arranged to be in Rachel's bedroom two nights later. Her folks would be away, so we would have the entire night to get high and have sex. I tiptoed when I got back home, not wanting to wake anyone. As I began up the stairs, I heard some muffled crying coming from the direction of the kitchen. I knew it was my mom, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to find out what the problem was. Actually, I already knew. I just didn't want to be pulled down into her distress when everything was going right for me. But, in any case, I walked toward the kitchen. She heard me coming and she looked up. "Conner. It's you." she said, wiping tears away with her hand. "What is it, Mom?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder, though I knew pretty damn well what was wrong. "Your father... he... he says I disgust him!" Mom blurted out, then fell to crying. I could feel rage rising in me. I felt murderous. "He's wrong to say that, Mom." I said. "Who knows why he gets disgusted, the twisted fuck." "He's your father, Conner." "Right. And Sal Morrisey is my car mechanic. Dad got lucky when he met you, and you got a raw deal. Case closed." "Nothing is that simple, Conner." Mom said, drying her eyes. I looked closely at my mother in her distress, wondering how a kind and beautiful woman could be so disrespected. "Leave him." I said, though I knew it was unlikely that she would. "Where would I go? This is my home as much as it's his. Jesus, he's just wearing me down." she moaned as her head slowly fell into her hands. "You don't have to go anywhere, Mom." I said, feeling a righteous anger building in me. That fat fuck, I thought. I was not going to let my mother, who had given me so much, be run over by that loser. "Let me take care of this." I said, not quite sure what I could do, but determined to draw a line. My mom wasn't going to be a prisoner in her own home. "Conner, don't do anything you might regret." Mom said, looking up to me, her eyes red from crying. I stood beside her and drew her to me. "Don't worry, Mom. Just don't worry." "He hasn't touched me in months. I guess I'm not much of a wife." she said, crying into my shirt. I hunched down so that we were face to face. "Mom, you are a very beautiful and desirable woman. You're hot! Don't forget that, okay?" I said, stroking the side of her face. And I wasn't just being nice. Mom is a real looker. She takes care of herself, but she was blessed with good looks (and a rad body!). I was proud of the way she looked, and I could see my friends were impressed with her, too. I would sometimes notice them checking her out. I got a tissue from the table and patted the tears from her face. Then I did something that kind of surprised both of us. I kissed her softly on the mouth. "Conner! Please!" she cried. "You mustn't. Oh, this is all so confusing." I took both of her hands and drew her up to stand before me. "Sorry, Mom, but I just couldn't help it. You're so damn pretty." I said, taking her into my arms. I could feel her relax and soften against my body, and I could feel my cock shifting about in my pants. I kissed her on the forehead, then whispered in her ear. "You're foxy, Mom. you deserve something more than what he's got." My hands were at the small of her back, and I pulled her close so that my awakening loins were pressed up against her crotch. I could feel a warmth spreading from her there. We just stood there for awhile, rocking gently. Then this action became more of a mild thrusting and I thought: Jeez! I'm getting it on with my mom!! Mom kissed me on the cheek and began to slowly pull away. "You're such a good son, sweetie, but I don't think this is right." I kissed her on the mouth again, and this time we kissed for awhile. I slipped my tongue between her lips, then sucked her sweet, soft,lower lip into my mouth. Shit. We were making out! "Conner," Mom said breathlessly, "Please." But her protest seemed half-hearted and I was not about to stop. I slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and unzipped her in the back. The dress fell and bunched up at her waist. I could feel and smell the warmth emanating from her bosom. I spontaneously let my face rest against her breasts, and I made quick work of undoing her brassiere. This, too, fell away, and her full, perky tits presented themselves. I held each one softly in my hands, stroking them and watching the brown nipples become taut and firm. "Come to my room." I said. "I've never wanted to fuck someone so bad before, Mom. I want you to know how turned on you can make a man. What do you think? I know it's more than a little strange, but..." Suddenly, mom pulled my shirttails out from my pants and ran her hands up my back. Damn! She was getting me so hot! "Come on, sexy girl." I whispered, and Mom sort of giggled nervously. She replaced the straps of her dress and, taking my hand, she began to lead me to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. I couldn't help looking at her gorgeous ass as she preceded me. I reached out and grabbed one juicy butt cheek, and Mom gave a small, delighted cry. I could see she was getting into it. "Don't be so fresh, young man!" she playfully admonished. Then she whirled and planted a kiss on my cheek. "What if he wakes up?" she said worriedly. "After all he drinks in an evening? Not likely." I said, contempt clear in my voice. I reached out and put my arms around her waist from behind. "I'll bet you could even scream if you wanted to." I whispered. Mom blushed a bit and hushed me, and we made our way to my bedroom. Once inside, I thought I would set the tone by undressing. As Mom watched from where she sat at the edge of the bed, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it onto a chair. My room was disheveled, the bed not made. Mom leaned back, propped by her hands, and watched. I felt that I was giving a show, and I began to do a striptease to cheer her up. I pulled off my socks and tossed them into her lap. We were having fun, and I was pleased to see her smiling. Next came my jeans. I undid my belt with the Nirvana buckle, then unfastened the top button. "I need a little help," I said. "I always ask my bedmate to pull down my zipper. Sort of for good luck." I approached Mom, moving slowly. When my zipper was in easy reach, I watched as Mom's slender fingers bent to the task. By this time, I was packing a first-class hard-on, and I was excited to see how Mom would respond to it. I have to admit that by this time I was a bit nervous. Mom took her time with the zipper. I could almost hear the click of each tooth as it descended. When she was done, what had been cooped up in my pants eased forward, and my erection was clear beneath my briefs. To my surprise (and delight!) Mom leaned forward and planted a kiss on my penis through the cloth. I drew her head closer, and she rested her face in the space between the zipper. Thinking that my disrobing first would put Mom more at ease, I proceeded to let my jeans fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I kicked the pants across the floor and turned to Mom. She was eyeing the bulge in my shorts. "Dear me, Conner. I didn't realize you were so, how do they say...endowed? Is that the right word?" "That's one word." I said, feeling a bit proud of my package. "You could also say "hung". "Hung. Yes, I've heard that term, too. Well, it's BIG, in any case! My goodness!" "Would you like to see it? " I said playfully taunting her and flexing my cock so that Mom could see it move. She ran a finger down its length, and I moaned. " I think that's a capital idea, Conner." Mom said. "As your mother, I'd like to see how it is you attract the girls the way you do." With that, I pulled the waistband of my briefs out and slowly down. At first, my pubic thatch came into view. Mom's eyes were fixed on my groin with concentration and wonder. I inched them down further, exposing more of the shaft as I did. Soon the helmet would come into view. When it did, the cock came free of its constraints and bobbed energetically inches from my Mom's face. "It's beautiful, Conner." Mom said, looking into my eyes. " I can see why you're so popular!" "You can touch it if you like, Mom. I mean, you can do whatever you like with it. Play with it! Come on, let yourself go." I took her hand and guided it to my shaft. The feel of her fingers wrapping around my cock was exquisite, and I grew harder and more full by the second. I stepped out of my underwear, hooked them on my foot, and lifted them into Mom's lap. Mom immediately brought them to her face. She breathed in their odor, then began folding them. I took them from her and draped them on the lampshade. "Anything goes in here, Mom. But leave your ideas of order and decorum at the door. Okay? We're here to have fun." It felt strange to be telling my Mom what to do, but somehow it seemed appropriate. This was my bedroom. My realm. I began to undress Mom. She stood before me, her eyes on my cock, which was at full attention. The dress slipped to the floor. I picked it up and draped it over my erection. "Your clothes hook, M'lady." I said, jerking the dress up and down. Mom giggled. I took the dress and threw it into a corner. Take off your panties, woman." I said, and Mom returned a favor by doing a striptease of her own. She seemed to like my being in charge. Cool! She moved to the center of the room. With her back to me, she pulled up the panties so that the cloth was gathered between her cheeks, and her very beautiful ass cheeks took center stage. My mouth practically watered at the sight of them. I knew that Mom had a great ass. I was in the habit of checking it out whenever the opportunity arose. But to see it in the flesh, so to speak, was mind-blowing. I thought, what the fuck was wrong with Dad if he wasn't pounding this fine pussy on a nightly basis. In any case, it was my pussy now. We both heard the sound. I crept to the door, cracked it slowly and peered out. There was Dad shuffling his way to the toilet. I kind of snickered as I watched. The fuck-head clearly didn't know which way was up. Mom was right behind me, nervous as a chihuahua. "Don't get excited." I reassured her. "He's just taking a whiz. Now finish up your act for me," I instructed. Mom returned to the center of the room, giving me another good look at her very fine ass in motion. Mmmmmmm. Tasty. Once there, she hooked her thumbs into the binding of her undies and pulled them down so that I could see the top of her bush. Her belly was flat and soft. "Mind if I come over and help?" I asked. "Well, I could use a nice, strong young man to assist me." Mom said softly, and I saw her blush. "Well, then, I'm your man, baby." I said, and came toward her. My dick was rock-hard, and I saw my Mom's eyes glance quickly at it, then quickly look away. "Why are you blushing? I didn't know you were so shy." I kissed her on the forehead, then leaned down to plant one on her neck. I reached behind her and began to stroke her ass. "I...I've...never spoken like that before. I guess..." I gave her warm ass cheeks a squeeze and she gasped with pleasure.We fell to kissing at once, and both our passions burst to life. Before I knew it, my hands were all over her ass, grabbing it pretty hard, though she seemed to like that. I gave her a slap there and felt the smooth flesh jiggle beneath my hand. "Be a good girl, or I'll give you a spanking." "Oh, I'm tired of being a good girl, Conner!" Mom said, and with that she grabbed MY ass. Now we were getting somewhere! "Way to go, Mom!" I said encouragingly. We kissed ardently, each of us kneading the others butt. This was sweet, I thought, but I wanted to get to some other stuff before the night was through. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into her crotch. She clearly was excited and her cunt had a lovely odor. I began rubbing my nose against the cloth of her panties. Mmmmmm! Something smells good in there." I said "Oh, Conner!" Mom said, beginning to breathe deeply. Her thighs were quivering against my face as I explored between them. I pulled the waistband of her panties forward and let my nose smell the warm air wafting up from her pussy. I led her to the bed and had her lie on her back, propped up by pillows. I slipped a pillow under her butt to raise her hips higher. Then I got between her legs so that my face was resting on her thigh. I worked the panties down to her feet and pulled them free. "Mom, I want to eat your pussy. I think I can make you feel pretty good in the process." I said, knowing full-well that I knew just what to do in this department. I can't tell you how many times I've made a girl go halfway out of her mind, screaming and moaning. "I think that would be nice, Conner, dear. But, are you sure?" With that I pressed my face into Mom's bush and just rested it there. Mom stroked my head, and I could feel the heat rising from her loins. "I can't imagine anything I'd rather be doing." I said, looking up to her. Our eyes met and I let my tongue graze the edge of her pussy lips. Her back arched and she shuddered. Damn! she was sensitive. "Yum, yum." I said as I slowly allowed my tongue to advance further beyond the outer lips. "Fuck!!" Mom cried out. I'd never heard her use profanity before. I loved it. "Fucking comes later, deary." I said. "Lots of it. For now we're going to see if you have an orgasm or two in you to get things rolling. And I have a feeling you do." "You're so sweet, Conner. We will, um...well,... fuck later, though, won't we?" she said, and I could see that she enjoyed the freedom of saying "fuck". "We are definitely going to fuck later, Mom. Believe me, we will fuck like dogs. First, though, forget about what's his name down the hall. Both you and I are done with him. It's time for us to become really good friends, okay?" "I'm so happy." Mom sighed. "I can't believe I'm in my son's bed and he's about to..." 'Go down on you? Yes, indeed." "Is that what you call it? That's cute." "And so are you, you sexy little whore, you." "Conner! I'm you're mother!" "So?" "Well...I guess I can be your...your... whore , too." she said. "Yes, I do want to be your whore, Conner. But only your's." "It's a deal. But instead of a handshake, how about if we seal the deal by me making you cum?" "You look so sexy down there next to my puss." Mom said, stroking my hair. I let the tip of my nose run up and down between her labia, and I could feel the moist warmth of her delicate inner lips. I couldn't wait to suck and pull on them with my lips. Chicks really dig that. Before we knew it, we were in oral sex heaven. I had worked her clit and pussy lips to the point of climax twice. Mom was really digging it, pulling on my hair and cussing. It was wild. But the night had just begun. I rolled off of Mom and we stopped to drink some water. As we lay together, I noticed that Mom was looking shyly at my erect cock. "It really is a nice penis, Conner." She said, and she touched it lightly. Naturally, it sprang ecstatically at the feel of her fingers. "My! Such a reaction!" Mom said, smiling. "Can I just touch it for awhile?" "So, you like that, do you? Didn't I say you were a whore?" "I guess there's no hiding it." Mom replied softly, continuing to lightly brush her fingers along the shaft, seemingly fascinated by her power over it. "Penis sounds so technical. Can't you think of anything else to call it?" I said. "I'm sure you've heard other names for it." "Well... I don't know,... there's "cock", of course. Let's see..." I could tell Mom was enjoying opening up to the pleasures of talking dirty. "And there's 'dick'. I like dick. I mean I like the sound of the word." "But you also like dick itself, don't you?" "Your father..." "Don't call him that. Not while I'm around, okay, Mom?" I said, though I felt bad about rebuking her like that. I just wanted to keep his scurvy ass out of the picture. "I was just going to say," she went on "that he wouldn't approve of me having anything to do with his. I thought it would spice up our time in bed and make life with him more tolerable. But he said it was a filthy thing to do, you know, putting it in my mouth." "Well, this cock, Mom, is dying to explore the inside of your pretty mouth. And I think you will love it, too." "Oh, I'm sure! I've often fantasized about it. About it being so warm, and swelling inside my mouth. And seeing the semen come out! I've never seen that." Mom said dolefully. "Well, that's all going to change as of tonight. I'm going to show you how to make love to my cock, and when it's time for me to cum, I'll do it so that you can watch it up close.Okay?" With that, I straddled her so that my cock was inches from her pretty face. I felt a surge of pleasure looking at my erection with Mom's face as a backdrop. "Now, take your time, Mom. First, kiss it for awhile. Just wherever you like. The head, as you know, is ultra-sensitive. It loves kisses. Are you comfortable? Would you like more pillows?" In response to this, Mom leaned forward and planted the sweetest, softest kiss my cockhead ever received. "No, Conner," Mom replied, following this with another, longer kiss. "No. I have everything I need." Suddenly, Mom started crying, which was a bit uncomfortable, but in a way I could see that the puritanical constraints that a marriage with my father entailed were melting away. Mom was fully coming into her womanhood. And I was more than glad to be her man. It was so cool giving my mom instructions on how to give head. And she was a motivated student, let me tell you! I figured, however, that deep-throating was something for further down the road. But I explained it to her, and she said she wanted to master that, too. "I hope you teach me that, Conner, dear. Men must love it, I mean having their entire cock disappear into a woman's mouth. Oh! it's making me hot thinking about it." she said, blushing once again. "You're such a school girl, Mom. Shy and all. But I think it's cute." I said, running my fingers along my shaft as Mom held the head between her lips. Jeez. I was as hard as a nine iron. She was digging on my helmet, and I wasn't about to get in the way. She was exploring, relaxing into her role, and it sure wasn't doing me any harm. Taking His Rightful Place Ch. 01 "I'm thinking of a number, Mom. See if you can guess." I said, cryptically. She let my swollen cock head slip from her mouth. I enjoyed seeing it glistening with her saliva. "You mean like from one to ten, Conner?" Mom said, puzzled by my query. "It's a bit higher than that, my little sweet-ass." I replied, stroking the tip of her nose with my dick. As Mom contemplated my question, she let her fingers absently play along my shaft. "Well...I don't know...how about... twelve? Yes. That's the number for me." "How'd you come up with that?" I asked. "Well", Mom said, looking into my eyes and lightly licking my appreciative glans, "that's how many hours I hope we spend today in your bed, dear," she said, looking away as she did. "Oh. Really. And what do you think we might do to fill in that time, sweet-ass?" "You know, I like that name, Conner. Sweet ass. Do you think I have a nice ass, dear?" "It's the bomb, Mom. No kidding. I'll bet all the men in the neighborhood have drooled over it one time or another. I'm proud to have a mom with an ass like that. Now, back to my original question, if you don't mind," I said sternly. Again, mom seemed to like me bossing her. "Here's a hint." I said. " It's between sixty eight and seventy." "Sixty nine? Well that's the year your Uncle Jeff was...Oh! Oh, I see!" "Good. So you get it?" "That's where we both give oral sex and..." "That's where you suck on my dick, and I eat your pretty cunt. What do you say?" "Oh, Conner! It's so sexy! I never dreamed I would get to do that ever! Oh, yes! Yes, Conner. Mmmmmmm." I could feel my mother's body heating up between my thighs. This was going to be hot! She began writhing underneath me and she moaned deep in her throat. "How...how do we...?" "Well, it works out best if the woman gets on top. I get easier access to your pussy, and, well, I just want to feel the weight of your fine body resting on me. Are you ready, girl?" "I'm so ready, dear." she said. "I only hope I please you. It's all so new to me." "You're a natural, Mom. Don't worry. You were born to make a man happy. I mean, look at you. You're beautiful." "You're sweet." she said. "I must say, this is all very exciting!" With that, I rolled off of her and helped her position herself. It was so cool having her soft thighs on either side of my face. I kissed them softly, noting their fine, downy hairs, and looked with appreciation at her labia peeking through her light brown pubes. And there, of course, was her asshole. I spread her cheeks with my hands, and got a nice look at it. A sweet little sphincter it was ,indeed! Mmmmm. I knew that some day I would fuck her there, but, for now, it was pretty darned good just to see it. I blew on it gently, and Mom gasped. The muscles in her buttocks tightened. But when I did that a second and third time, she loosened up some. "That feels so good, dear." she said as I gave each of her cheeks a soft kiss. I nuzzled her bush with my nose, inhaling its female perfume. I grasped one of her outer lips in my mouth and nibbled it. Mom cried out. A bit loudly, I thought. We both stayed still for a few moments, listening. I could hear ass-head snoring away down the hall, so we got right back to the business at hand. Spreading her outer lips apart, I began in ernest to suck the moist, pink inner ones. Meanwhile, Mom had got a firm grip on my johnson and was getting as much of it into her as she could. I could feel her gag a bit as she did this, and it was heart-warming to see that she was willing to learn and go beyond her limits. Later, just for fun, I planned to give her an "official" certificate of enrollment in "Cocksucking 101". I thought it would be cool for her to keep it inside her pillow slip while she was sleeping next to her bozo husband. "Mom, I haven't forgotten your wish to see me shoot my load ,so, when I feel it coming close, I'll let you know. When I do, I'll straddle you, and we'll take in the fireworks together. Okay?" She answered with her mouth full of cock which was a super turn-on for me. "I can't wait, Conner. Can you understand me? I'm afraid I have a beautiful cock in my mouth, and I don't want to take it out. I'm so sorry." Shit! It shocked me that she would do something kinky like that. She got back to work at once and her moans felt good. "Don't sweat it, Mom. Whores are like that, you know." "Yes. I know." Taking His Rightful Place Ch. 02 It was getting to be about two AM, and we were taking our time in the old head-to-toe position. Mom's energy hadn't flagged a bit, and she was finding new ways to use her tongue on me. Maybe I'm vain; well, I know I am, so I couldn't help asking Mom how my dick looked getting all this lovely stimulation. "Let's say you had to write a descriptive essay for school: Portrait of a Penis, for instance. How would you go about it, Mom?" "Well, dearest," she began, then took a moment to put the head of my cock in her mouth. Goddam! She was working that knob! "I know an artist isn't supposed to get involved with the model," Mom continued. "but with a magnificent specimen such as this! Mmmmmmmm!!" "Now, back to your assignment, young lady." I admonished. "Yes, sir." Mom said obediently. I could feel her fingers nestling into my pubic hairs. "I would begin with an over all description of its dimensions." Mom said. "I'd say: This fine penis is appended to a wonderful and virile young man." As she said this, she craned her neck about so that she could give me an appreciative look. "and that's so true, Conner. So, back to the penis... It is of a length approaching, oh, eight and a half inches. It's very impressive!" I felt a soft kiss on the side of my shaft, and then Mom's warm lips riding up and down its length. As she bestowed her attentions, I was sucking gently on her asscheek. "Give me a nice hickey there so I can look at it in the mirror when I'm alone, Conner. I want you to leave your mark on me. I'll look at it and say: 'Thank you, sweet Conner,' while I rub my pussy." "We're straying from the topic, here, young lady!" I said, and gave Mom a sharp slap on the ass. "Back to work." " It has a very plump head which swells and then subsides as I touch or kiss it. I'd have to say I'm in love with the head. I know that sounds silly, but it's true. It's of a purplish color, and it has a kind of dull shine to its skin. And it's very taut when fully erect. Why, it looks as though it might burst! Oh! And it smells good, too. Did you know that Conner? That it smells so sexy? And sometimes a clear, liquid seeps out of its little lips. I lick it up, or I rub it off onto my nose. Let's see. There are beautiful blue veins that extend from the root of the shaft all the way to just below the helmet. They provide the blood supply that such a large penis requires. I love them, too, for doing such an important job!" Mom fell silent for awhile. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mom?" I asked. In response, Mom moved down a bit further and rubbed her face in my nutsack. "I've never been happier, sweetheart." she replied. "Conner, we did talk about having intercourse before, remember? "Oh!" I said teasingly. " Did we now? Intercourse? Hmmmm. Do you think we should have intercourse now?" "Yes, Conner. I do. I think it would be very nice to see how such a nice cock feels inside me." "But you're my mother, aren't you?" "That would make you a motherfucker, I suppose." Mom said, and we both broke out laughing. "What did you call me, girl?!" I said with mock ire. "You heard me, fella." Mom rejoined. "Well, just for that bit of impertinence, I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, little lady." Looks like I'm getting my wish!" Mom said, and I could feel the heat coming off her cunt. I pushed her off of me, rolled her onto her belly, and instructed her to get her ass in the air. Mom dutifully obliged, and I soon had a mouth-watering view of her hindquarters. I moved up on my knees so that I was in a good position to thrust. I adjusted Mom's height, pulling on her pelvis to fine tune it. I let my hard-on ride between her asscheeks to warm things up a bit. Mom instinctively reached back between her legs and lightly fingered my balls. Sweet Jesus! This was going to be some ride. I could feel it. I let my cockhead slip past the outer labia, and it became coated with her warm cunt juice. Mom got into groaning again when she felt me there , and I had to caution her to not be loud. "Put your head into the pillow if you need to." I instructed. Her moans were muffled now. I liked hearing them - sort of a testament to the effect I was having on her. But I didn't want to deal with the old man. "Are you ready to fuck, Mom? Because I am so ready." Mom just put her face into the pillow. The sounds she made were quite amazing as I slowly began introducing my cock into her. I gave her a couple of inches, and pumped her a few times at that depth. Then I gave her more. With each thrust, I watched as my cock withdrew sporting a fresh sheen of pussy dew, and dragging the inner lips with it. They clung to it like a child's arms around a favorite stuffed toy, unwilling to let its special friend go. By now, judging from Mom's frenzied lowing, and the tight , pulsing embrace my cock was being treated to, I was going 'where no man has gone before'." I could see that my pubes were beginning to graze up against the milky whiteness of her buttocks. I let my body drape down onto her back, and I nibbled gently on her neck as we continued a slow, rolling grind. I decided to take things up a notch and, gave a pelvic thrust that had my belly flush with her satiny ass. The response was immediate. Mom's head arched up with the pillow clamped tight between her teeth, and she bucked like a rodeo bull. I stayed deep and hung on for the ride. I'd had appreciative bed mates before, but my little whore-mom was rolling out the red carpet! Not giving an inch, I began moving Mom up towards the head of my bed. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought my dick was on crack, it was feeling so good. "That's my girl."I whispered as she pushed back lustily into my groin. "That's the ticket. You're the finest fuck I've ever had, Mom. Hands down." One of my assets as a sex partner is my ability to hold off my climax while staying on the edge of it. I began to slowly withdraw my member from my mom's greedy pussy. It was cool watching it come out, and soon nearly all my full length was in the open air. The rim of the head was just emerging from the pink labia, and Mom began to beg me to fill her again. The pillow dropped from her mouth. "Conner. Please! Please don't go." she gasped, breathing hard. "Come back into Mommy, please. Okay, baby?" "I'm not going anywhere. What are you talking about, woman?" She turned her head back to look at me, and I'd never seen my mother looking like this before. Her eyes were kind of wild, and her pleading tone could be discerned in them as as well as in her voice. As our eyes met, I slowly began to reenter her. The look of gratitude and lust on her face got me going in a big way. Mom brought up a deep groan. "The pillow, Mom. Use the pillow, for Christ's sake." Mom took the pillow between her teeth, and her sounds were quieted. I figured that now was the time for some slamming sex, and here is where I truly shine. I am quite aerobically fit, owing to my swim training and competing, so I'm able to pound pussy for quite some time. This, along with my aforementioned gift for controlling my orgasms, placed me in high demand with my female friends. Most any night, I could pick up the phone and find a chick ready to drop everything and invite me into her bed. I began doing full-length, up-to-the-hilt strokes. I started out slow, my hands holding on at Mom's waist. I gradually increased the tempo, and the force. The flesh on her ass moved in undulations each time the flat of my belly slapped up against it. Mom raised up on her arms which gave me a look at her breasts swinging wildly beneath her. Pretty cool! It seemed she had gotten the noise under control, as she'd abandoned the pillow. She rested on her forearms, and I could see her looking back between her legs, watching me in action. "How's the view, Mom?" I asked. "Mmmmmmm!!" she replied. "Can you say more? That's not telling me much." "So beautiful." "What's so beautiful, girlfriend?" "The way you're fucking me, hon. Mmmmmmm." "Well, a tight, horny twat like yours is part of the equation too, you know." "That's so good of you to say, Conner." she said, squeezing tightly onto my swollen rod. I stayed in deep for awhile and enjoyed the sweet, convulsive spasms that ran through her. "Atta girl. Show him you're his best friend." I quickened the pace in ernest now, and soon I was pumping full-tilt. The only sounds were Mom's muffled moans (she had fetched up the pillow again in her mouth), my full, deep breaths, and the soft, slapping sound of our bodies colliding each time I stroked into her. We were flying high, let me tell you. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and I rode her like a horse. Whew! Some amazing shit! A light sweat was visible on her back. I came down close to her head, and pressed my face to the side of her head, not letting up with my ramming one bit. I could see the side of her face - the muscles tight about her jaw, her neck tendons prominent from the strain of her exertions. I brought my mouth to her ear. "This is where we belong ,my little sweet ass." I whispered. My words came out punctuated by my rapid breath. Mom let the pillow go and looked up at me with an expression of full agreement on this point. I winked at her and kissed her on the neck. We went back to the sex olympics then, and Mom was really in the groove. She seemed to know intuitively how to play hostess to a hungry cock. In the middle of our frenzy, I stopped and lay my full weight on her back. We both stayed their, our breaths coming deep, and hers interwoven with whimpering tones of pleasure. I withdrew and gently rolled Mom over onto her back. We were both drenched in sweat. As we lay there face-to-face, I brushed wet strands of hair from her face.Mom looked at me with a smile of profound satisfaction and love. God, I was happy I could give her the fucking she so deserved. I reached down and guided myself back into her. I slid into her tight, moist sheath as though it had been custom-made for me. "Are you ready for the grand finale, sweet thing?" I said. I leaned down and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss with warm, quivering lips. I could feel the energy in both our bodies. "Conner, I'm so very happy." Mom said quietly, her fingers running through my damp hair. "Boy, we sure did fuck, didn't we?" she said, beaming at me and kissing my cheek. "we certainly did, Mom. But we're not quite done, now, are we?" "No. I suppose not. I mean, I hope not, Conner!" With that, I began moving inside her. I raised myself up onto my arms and took in the view of Mom's ecstatic face and the sensual liquid motion of her breasts. I brought Mom's legs up onto my shoulders, and we fucked slowly for awhile, me watching her satisfied face, while she seemed fixated with watching my cock doing what it does so well. I felt that it was now a good time to bring things to a close. It was getting on to five thirty, and there was a dim trace of early daylight creeping into the room. Remembering Mom's wish to see me shoot my load, I pulled out and moved up higher towards her head, straddling her. My hard-on was waving in her face, and she reached up and stroked it gently. It was about as swollen as it can get and was aching to explode. All the more so with Mom for an audience! I hadn't cum for several days, and I knew that there would be sperm galore. "Will you ejaculate now, Conner? I do so want to see you do that!" "I haven't forgotten. Keep you cunt hairs on, darling." I said with mock chagrin. I instructed her to keep her eyes on my pee slit, and to finger my balls while I stroked off. Naturally, Mom was uber-agreeable to this arrangement. I gripped my shaft and gave it a firm squeeze. The helmet swelled further still, and its smooth rounded contours presented themselves to Mom's gaze. "That nice fluid is coming out, Conner." Mom said, seemingly mesmerized by what she was witnessing. With her free hand, she drew a fingertip over the glans lips and the pre-cum came away with it, a clear filament of it stretching back to its origin like pizza cheese. Mom sucked the tip of her finger, as our eyes met. "I can't wait to see what else comes out!" she said enthusiastically. "No sooner said than done." I said, and began to jack myself. Mom rested one arm on my thigh, and continued her attentions to my tightened scrotum. I quickened my pace, and could feel my belly muscles tightening in anticipation of release. My whole body was on board, and my breathing became deep and rhythmic. Mom wet a finger and coated the tip of the helmet. Her eyes were alive and sparkling like a child's on Christmas morning. Damn! It was going to be fine, indeed, to see her reaction when the cum started flying! I was close, now, and I played on the edge for a couple of minutes. ""Will it be soon, honey?" Mom asked, then said, "Oh! I'm sorry, hon. I hope I'm not spoiling things by saying that." She blushed slightly, and I reached out with my hand and stroked her face. "It's okay. It's better to just watch, though. Be patient." My balls were on high alert, waiting to make their delivery. A thread of precum dangled and swayed from the head, and Mom watched its steady progress until it reached a spot between her tits and glistened there on her skin. I was jacking my tool at a brisk pace, feeling an erotic electricity tensing every muscle fiber in my body. I clenched my teeth and threw my head back. Then, looking down, as I felt the initial movement of semen traveling toward the head, our eyes met. Mom watched as if under a spell as a shudder ran through me. Disregarding my own advice, I groaned aloud. "Fuck, yeah!!" I bellowed, thinking: who gives a goddam whether he hears me or not. The first discharge was small, and just dropped onto Mom's belly. Still, she seemed awed by it. But then came the full-on power shots. The next surge was fully loaded, and a thick wad of semen flew from the head as though it was shot from a cannon. "My goodness!!" Mom cried, and I was proud that it impressed her so. It had enough force to go right over Mom's face and land on the wall behind her. The following discharges were strong, too, though their strength diminished with each one. I aimed them to hit Mom in the face, and my marksmanship served me well. I pumped four or five more times, each but the last reaching their target. Some jizz got into her hair, and the loads that landed on her face began to drip slowly towards the pillow. I was breathing heavily, and my cock was jerking around like an epileptic. Soon, though, still twitching, it began to slowly descend. Mom lay there speechless. "Thanks, Mom." I said, feeling my body sink into a post-coital tingling warmth. "Whew! Well... what do you think?" I ventured. Mom had the most beatific smile on her face. I felt as though I'd anointed her into the church of sensual pleasure (non-denominational, of course). "Oh. Conner. You're thanking me? God. It's all backwards. I've never lived like this before. Thank you, dear. I am so grateful. I think I'm a new woman!" she said. "How did you like the last act?" I inquired, knowing it could be hard for her to talk about it. Mmmmmmm! Conner, you stud! It was magnificent! Now I know what a potent man is capable of. Wow!" she exclaimed, and I was filled with pride. My flaccid cock now rested on her belly, oozing the last of its spunk. "Conner." Mom said haltingly. "What about...you know... all this sperm. I'm not sure..." "Wait a second." I said, and reached for my iphone on the bedside table and went to the camera function. "Say 'semen'!" I instructed. Mom giggled, and that was smile enough. I snapped a photo and showed it to her. "My word, Conner!! It's amazing that all that came out of you! But I don't want to just wipe it away. It deserves something better." "Well, you could eat it, Mom. That's what most girls do. It's still nice and warm. Try it." Mom scooped with her fingers, and let some cum drop into her mouth. Ooh! It's yummy, Conner. Mmmmm! I'm going to eat all of it!" With that, she took to the task of cleaning up her face. it was great watching her enjoy herself. An idea suddenly came to me. "Mom, why don't you save some. Here put it in this." I said, grabbing an empty glass from the floor where I'd left it. "And here's what you can do with it, if it's something that appeals to you: mix it into your food when you have breakfast with the old man. You can be eating my cum and remembering how good it is to be well-fucked while shit-head sits there griping about who knows what. "What a devilish idea, young man! I like it!" Mom said gleefully. Mom found enough remaining cum to put an inch or so into the glass. I thought to myself that I should arrange to be there when she pulled this stunt. What fun! "You can leave it here for now, Mom." "Okay, Conner." she said, then sat up at the edge of the bed. She put her arms around me and we kissed a long, sweet kiss. "I'm going to shower now, hon." Mom said. " I just hope I don't glow all over the place. He might notice." "Who knows." "Okay, baby. And let's find time to do this again. Is that okay?" "No, Mom. That's not okay. But again and again. Now, that I'll agree to." "You rascal." Mom said, smiling at my response. She nuzzled my neck, then got up to dress. I lay sprawled across the bed and watched her. When she was dressed, she tiptoed to the door and listened. She turned to me and threw me a kiss. "Til next time, sweetie." she said. She left, closing the door slowly behind her. Taking His Rightful Place Ch. 03 I stayed away from the house for the next few days, not wishing to have the old man get a whiff of what was going on under the roof he was still paying for.Nevertheless, I thought about Mom a lot, and how I had satisfied her. I imagined dear old dad poking methodically away at her, then rolling his sweaty ass off to his side of the bed and falling asleep. That would be about his style. Now, mom knew how it was to have her pussy properly worked, and that was reward enough for me. Not that there weren't other satisfactions. She was forty two, but Mom was a hands-down piece of ass. I was thinking ahead to our next rendezvous. It didn't matter so much if Cliff (the esteemed patriarch) was home or not. His nightly routine was slowly boozing his way into a stupor on some expensive brandy or port, while watching the tube. Still, it wouldn't hurt for him to disappear for a day or two. Then we could have the run of the house. He's a C.O.O. for a retail chain. He knows how to market shit on a mass scale. I suppose he's gifted that way. Anyway, he pretty regularly packs a bag and goes off to some outlet in the tri-state area to shake things up a bit, or whatever. About a week after our historic fuck fest, I buttonholed Mom in the laundry room in the basement. She was folding clothes and listening to Tony Bennett on the CD player. I quietly slipped my arms around her waist from behind, and pressed myself into the soft flesh of her ass. She jumped. "Oh! Conner!" Of course, she knew it was me. I didn't let go of her, but she swiveled in my arms and faced me. "We shouldn't take chances like this, sweetie." she whispered. "What are you whispering for? He's upstairs in a trance. Some John Wayne movie." I gently backed her up so that her butt rested against the dryer. I felt myself growing as I pressed into her, and I felt her legs trembling against me. I kissed her on the forehead. "Hey. It's break time, sweet ass." I said, and she smiled at the now familiar endearment. She wore a housedress that buttoned up the front, and I worked the top ones loose. "Goodness! What lovely teats!" I said, and leaned forward to kiss them where they were presented above her bra. I lifted them up from below, and sucked gently on them, first one, then the other. Her nipples stiffened noticeably in my hands. "Conner, I really don't think..." I reached up under her dress and, with one quick movement, yanked her panties down until they encircled her knees. Mom gasped and looked toward the door at the top of the stairs. "Relax, Mom. The last time he came down here was when he bought the place." I could smell her cunt now, and she softened somewhat in my arms. I kissed her on the mouth, and with my foot pushed the panties to the floor. Mom responded hungrily to my lips and I could feel her stepping out of her underwear. She certainly did look sexy with her clothes in disarray. I chewed softly on her lower lip and ran my hands up along the sides of her thighs. "You've been working hard, my dear." I said, pressing hard into her. "I'd say you deserve a nice fuck break." Mom was moaning now, and my dick was running out of room in my pants. She dropped the slipper from one foot, and her leg wrapped around mine, hugging it. I undid my buckle and unzipped. My pants bunched up onto the floor. "Jump up, baby." I instructed, and in a flash Mom's ankles were locked behind me. I brought a folded towel from the top of the dryer, and placed it behind her back. Now Mom was getting in a groove - kissing my face and breathing deeply.Yum! She was so ready. I thought: How'd I get to be so lucky? I had a classy, horny little lady, and I didn't even have to leave the house. "This is going to be what's called a quickie, Mom." I said as I guided my hard-on under her dress. "Ummm. Uh-huh. Mmmmm." Mom said, nibbling on my earlobe. "You're such a good fucker, Conner. I wanted to tell you that last time, but I...Oh!Goodness!" I was inside her, now, and we began rocking slowly up against the dryer. "Come on, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah!" Mom groaned. I was up to the hilt in tight, warm pussy. Now, this was living! I started banging her hard, and the jolts of my thrusting shaped the rhythm of her moans. With her arms around my neck, Mom threw her head back, her teeth clamped tight. She was cumming. I moved her off the dryer, and felt her full weight. That didn't slow me down one bit. She was wrapped around my tool tight as a glove. I pumped her faster as she started to orgasm. I was breathing hard, getting in my stride. "You're so pretty when you cum, Mom." I said, though she was in no condition to respond. I carried her, shish-kebabed on my prick, over to the table in the middle of the room. "Lie back, honey." I said, and, doing so, she slowly unpried her arms from around me. I pushed her dress up to her chest and watched her smooth belly rise and fall. She lay with her eyes closed, and a look of pure carnal satisfaction on her face. I placed her feet on my chest and leaned slowly in. "How was your orgasm, Mom?" I asked nonchalantly. She looked at me, her pussy spasming in the final throes of climax. That felt sweet! Mom suppressed a laugh. "Do you really need to ask, Conner?" "Just wondering." I replied, fully embraced within her tight cunt walls. She reached up to hold me at my neck again, but I pushed her back. I knew we couldn't stay down there in the basement indefinitely,and, besides that, my balls were aching to blow. "Stay put, hon." "Whatever you say, sir. You're the boss!" Mom said. And though she was kind of kidding with me, there was a tone submission in her voice, as though she would be perfectly happy doing just what I told her to do. I liked that. Holding onto her thighs, I got into a steady rhythm. I looked down to watch as I slid in and out. Her pink labia rode out with my cock, tight around it as a wetsuit. They were getting quite a workout. "Remember how we saved some of my semen from the other night, Mom?" I asked. "Well, I'm not sure how well it keeps, so I put it way in the back of the freezer in a small plastic bag. It's under a package of peas." "Of course I remember, Conner dear." Mom said. I watched with pleasure as her breasts undulated beneath her light cotton dress. For some reason, I've always enjoyed having mundane conversations with women while we screw. "Any ideas?" "Uh-huh." Mom said coyly. "Would you like to hear?" "Why don't you surprise me. Breakfast? Just let me know when." "It's a date!" she said cheerily."Such an impish idea. Putting it into my food." "And old sourpuss will be sitting there, oblivious." I said. "I can't wait." All during the chitchat, I'd been filling Mom with slow, full strokes. Now her breath was quickening. I was ready for an orgasm of my own, and started moving into her faster, my balls grazing her moistened ass-cheeks with each forward thrust. Mom grabbed my forearms tightly, and whimpering sounds came from her throat. I began slamming fast and furious, and could feel my body begin to tighten. I moved her legs so that her calves rested on my shoulders, and soon we were in overdrive. Mom's eyes rolled back, and her pussy had my swollen prick in an ecstatic strangle hold. It sure knew how to make friends! Mom groaned, and I had to caution her. I mean, he couldn't hear us upstairs, but we couldn't even begin going down that road. "Sorry, Conner." she whispered breathily, biting her lip to control herself. "That's a good girl." I said. "we're almost there." Mom's fingers suddenly dug into my arms. It hurt, but she did it just as I was beginning to cum, and the discomfort was transformed by the rippling waves that shot through me. I rode Mom as if her's were the last pussy in the world. My upper lip curled tight over my teeth, and my entire body felt filled with cables of pure pleasure. Mom reached up, and I felt myself exploding inside her. Cum surged into her time and again as she pushed hard into me. "Holy, fucking Christ!" I said, grimacing, my head thrown back. My cock continued to throb inside as if it didn't know when to stop. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and we held there tight for some moments until our ecstasy began to ebb. In time, we separated. I lay next to Mom on the table, our chests rising and falling in unison. We cleaned up where we had spilled. Mom wanted me to relax while she tended to it, but I said: no way. "After a fuck like that, mom, you can't possibly do all the cleanup." I said. Mom blushed slightly as we went about our work. 'Thank you, Conner."She said. "And don't forget breakfast. I'll keep you posted." We checked around and began to dress. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."