I get in bed, and I am tired. The emotions of the day had drained me. I have not been sleeping well as I still have dreams of the club and those women from work laughing at me. My life might as well end now.
Mom came back to bed wearing a robe or something. She turns off the lights, the bed depresses her body. I feel her push back into my body with my solid chest stopping her progress. HOLY FUCK! She’s naked!
I use a soft voice, “Um. Mom. Um. You’re naked.”
Mom laughs, “Well, thank you, captain obvious. I sleep naked in my bed, and this is my bed, so I am naked. I would bet anything that you have slept with a naked woman if your arms before.”
That makes me laugh; I chuckle, “Yeah. You could say once or twice.”
Mom is happy with herself for raising my spirits, “Let me feel what it’s like to sleep with a man like you. Your father was a great man, and I loved him with every fiber of my body. He never lifted a weight in his life. You are better at this. Time will tell in business, but this, you’re better. Muchhhhhh better. Now go to sleep, honey.
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You know how this goes. You go to sleep spooning each other. Through the night, people shift, turn, flip over, roll over, and in my case, my mom and I ended up on the opposite side of each other. That’s no big deal. However, my hand is on my mother’s breast. Sure, that’s enough to freak a guy out, right? Oh no, not in my fucked-up world; I wake up with my hand palming my mother’s breast like a basketball AND my mother trying to wiggle her pussy onto my enlarged cock. What the hell.
I pull my hand away, but mom grabs it desperately with both hands.
Mom is harsh with me, “Oh no, you fucker! You can’t fondle my breast for forty-five minutes, bring me to three orgasms and THEN decide to stop. OH NO! Give me that hand back!”
I palm her breast again. This time I move my calloused palms (from weightlifting) across her nipples. Back and forth I go. She orgasms hard this time. Thinking we were done; I roll onto my back and away from her. However, she grabs my side and moves with me to stand up. She then sits down. Where? You guessed it, square on the tip of my cock. She squats down and screams like a banshee.
Mom is halfway skewered on my flagpole. She is slowly descending and taking more than I expected. She makes it about three-quarters before she stops. Wow, she has a massive smile on her face, and I haven’t seen that face since dad … ewwwww.
Mom starts an up and down motion with her legs.
She is vocal as she pushes up, “So good. Fuck yeah. Oh, Bill. I need. So fucking good. Just right. I love you. Amazing, and I like it. Oh yes.”
On and on, she dribbles the short sentences as she pushes up. As she falls, the smile broadens. Clearly, she is enjoying this very much. As a guy, you like seeing your partner happy. I wish it wasn’t my mother, but damn this is fun. She has that whole fun and excitement going. Neither are things I can relate to right now.
Mom is having a blast; it’s ok for me. This isn’t the woman I love. Ok, it is, but not like I had with Vickie. Well, thought I had with Vickie. Mom surprises me by getting off my pole and standing up. Again, she uses two hands to pull me up. Now she is dragging me to the shower.
When I say pulling and dragging, I mean she is trying her hardest, and I allow it to happen. No way she can force me to do anything. The shower has instant hot water, and it feels terrific. Mom turns towards me, pushes her body into me, then rubs her tits back and forth to mash them into me. What can I say, it’s childish, but I love that feeling, even from my mother.
Mom chuckles, “All men are the same. My legs wore out doing cowgirl. I’m going to turn around and place my hands on the wall. I want you to mount me like the alpha male you are and take me, use me, and then make me yours by spraying your cum into me.”
My life is basically over; I might as well make her happy, so she can remember me.
I place my huge hands on her delicate shoulders. I then align my cock with her quim. I bend forward, adding pressure to the thin slot. It breaks open, I push myself into the hole as far as it easily goes, and it’s much farther than I expected.
My mother is experienced with sex; she can apply pressure to my cock as I slide across her pussy walls. It’s a marvelous feeling. I am energized and having fun. I pick up the speed and fuck her faster. This is better than most women I’ve been with. I can’t believe it can feel like this. UNBELIEVABLE.
Mom’s screams are like a sneeze. It starts out short and soft. It builds as it gets harder, then it blows up, and… well… It makes a mess. The same thing happens with us. I feel her having a small orgasm, and it expands to several in a row, then it intensifies. Finally, it breaks open, and she screams with a maximum climax. Her body trembles, and then she collapses.
I have had sex before; I saw it coming. As soon as I started spurting my cum, I knew she was moments away from a massive orgasm. I caught her as her legs gave out. I had to finish the shower solo. I cleaned mom off, dried her, then laid her down on the bed. By the time I finished showering and drying, mom was gone.
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7:15 AM
Connie’s point of view:
I am in my office on my stock broker’s website checking out the stock for Global Advertising Inc., Bill’s old company. The most prominent owner at 25% is none other than Sophia Simmons, small world.
I call Sophia, she answers, “Hello Connie. Congratulations on getting your son back. How can I help?”
I chuckle, “Sorry, Sophia, this is just a courtesy call. If we’re destined to be relatives, I don’t want to step on your toes. What do you know about Global Advertising Inc.?”
Sophia answers, “I own some of their stock. Their consistent but not a growth stock, mostly a recession-proof company if that sector goes belly up. Why would you care?”
I am all smiles, “Because I’m going to buy a controlling interest this morning, and you own 25% of the company.”
Sophia asks with concern, “Does my future son-in-law work there?”
I am positive my sad voice gave the answer immediately, “No, they fired him because he did show up for work three days in a row and didn’t call in.”
Sophia is catching on, “You want him to have a job, and you want the two bitches fired.”
Feigning ignorance, “Why Sophia, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just want to help their management out. If there is any dead weight, like two bitches, yes, they must go.”
Sophia laughs, “I like your style. You only need 26%; I will back you up. After all, I can’t have a dead-beat son-in-law, can I?”
I laugh as well, “Nope.”
Sophia asks earnestly, “How’s he doing?”
I am brutally honest, “Right now, Vickie is the last thing on his mind. She seriously wounded him, and it’s festering. I am trying to distract him, and I want him back at work. Whatever happened back with the Seals also weighs on him. It’s going to take time, Sophia. I’m on your side. We will fix them, you’ll see.”
Sophia sounds down, “I hope so. Hey, I need to run, go buy your company and have fun today. I’ll send over a proxy for power so you can take ownership. Give them bitches some hell. Goodbye, my friend.”