I usually liked watching girls my own age being mercilessly fucked in all their holes, but today that didn’t really do much for me.
My cock knew what it wanted, and there was no denying it.
Time after time I got hard almost immediately after shooting my load, as images of my mom doing the very same scenes I had just watched would flood my mind.
And the amount of cum was staggering. Every time I came, I came way more than I would usually, even when I hadn’t been handling myself for a few days. Clearly this dirty fantasy was having an impact on me.
And I was no longer sure it was such a bad thing.
Apparently lots of people on the internet have a thing about sons banging their moms, and my mom was way hotter than any of those I had just masturbated to.
About to look for more porn to kick off round nine, even if the shaft was starting to get rather sore, I immediately changed my plans, as I heard a knock on my door, followed by the door opening.
In a burst of panic, I switched the monitor off, and threw myself on my bed, covering my naked crotch with the sheets, just in time as my mom entered.
This was highly unusual, as my parents always respected my privacy, and would never enter without permission.
“MOM!” I yelled at her.
“Oh sorry dear, I thought I heard you calling my name?” she asked uncertainly, clearly taken aback by my outburst.
She was in her nightwear, a spaghetti strap negligee of some sort, that was only transparent enough to hint at her shape underneath, without being immodest.
She wouldn’t normally wear makeup to bed, yet she was still wearing some, making her blue green eyes look very attractive, and her glossy lips had my mind lighting up with naughty ideas once more, fueled even more by all the video clips I had been browsing so recently.
“Sorry I yelled, you just surprised me.” I apologized, patting the bed next to me as a permission for her to enter and sit down, if she wanted.
Sitting down next to me on the bed, I caught a whiff of her perfume, that left me kinda dizzy. It was not my usual reaction to the scent of my mother, for sure, but this time the scent somehow sent a shiver of lust down my spine and straight into my cock, that did it’s best to throw aside the covers and reveal itself to the world.
If not for my hands holding the covers in place, there would have been a rather awkward tent for my mom to admire.
“That’s strange, honey, I could have sworn I kept hearing you call my name every few minutes. At first I thought it was just the wind, but a few minutes ago, I heard it again, quite loudly.”
She seemed rather confused, and so was I. I most certainly had not called out her name. And while I had not been completely silent, our house was large, and pretty well insulated, so I knew I would have to be very loud to be heard all the way down the hall to the master bedroom.
Though I guess my bedroom was now the master bedroom. I was my father’s heir, and all he had would be mine. I was the new master and this was my bedroom.
Okay, that was also weird, I was clearly getting stressed by this whole thing.
“I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t me mom. I was just playing some games on my phone, trying to unwind after today.” I told her, choosing to make a little white lie.
“You do look very tense, and you look flushed. Maybe you are coming down with something.”
She moved closer, touching my forehead, her other hand moved to my thigh for support, only an inch from my aching cock, as she used the tried and true method of guessing if someone has a fever by comparing how warm they are compared to your enticingly chill fingers.
Briefly it flashed through my mind what it would feel like, having her slender, cool feminine fingers wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking it, while she sat there talking to me about having to take it easy and ask the lawyers for help if I didn’t feel up to it.
I probably zoned out a bit as she talked to me, but I just nodded at her suggestions.
As she leaned back, she patted my thigh gently, accidentally grazing my hard cock a couple of times, before scooting back to the edge.
“You are so tense.”, she remarked, as I jumped at her accidental touch, of which she seemed blissfully unaware.
“Maybe I should take care of that?” She suggested, moving slightly as if to come and give me a shoulder rub.
I was not going to be able to keep my cool much longer, if she stayed in my room much longer. I was going to explode in a fountain of cum, if she put her hands on me, while my mind was still on edge from all the porn I had just watched.
“Sure mom, in the morning. Not right now. I uh, need to rest now.”
“Okay sweetie, whatever you think is best. Goodnight.”
She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss goodnight, a little peck on my lips. It was something she used to do when I was a little boy, but we had kinda grown out of, as I got bigger and more interested in girls.
It sent a surge of pleasure straight to my cock, leaving me to mumble my reply in the direction of the door she had already closed behind her.
Only her scent remained, and a strong urge to stroke another few orgasms out of my unusually demanding cock.
An hour later, I had added several cum soaked tissues to the pile already in and around my waste bin.
I had no idea I had that much cum inside of me. And I had apparently been lucky enough that my mother had not spotted the cum soaked disaster area when she paid her visit earlier.
Finally, I managed to fall asleep, images full of perverted fantasies still flashing through my mind, but at long last I was too worn out to pay them any mind.
The bliss of sleep claimed me.
In my dreams, I felt an angel descend upon me, with the face of my mom, and the sensation as it slid its warm wet pussy down over my cock was the most amazing intense experience I have ever felt.
I have had wet dreams before, but never one that felt so amazing, so realistic, as this.
The way she was a firm seal around the root of my cock, pulling firmly and gently on my flesh as she moved, the warmth and softness against my aching cock head. The way her pussy folded and molded itself around my length, like the caress of a tongue that nimbly did its very skilled best to caress my most sensitive spots. As my orgasm began, I felt an unbelievable tightness, as my tip was crammed into a far tighter part of her, milking cum from me, like it was swallowing each sticky rope of cum, as I kept cumming and cumming for what felt like a full minute.
As I came and pleasure wracked my body, I heard the angel’s lustful moans, mixing with my own, and slowly I came to the realization that I was waking up.
Trying to stay in the delightful embrace of my angel, not ready to give up the sexual pleasure, I took me a moment to realize that the pleasure only increased as I woke fully.
My eyes sliding open, I saw what was unmistakably my fingers intertwined in my mothers golden locks, guiding her head up and down on my cock, that was no doubt currently buried in her throat, shooting the last few ropes of my cum straight down into her belly.