I could feel the way her throat constricted around me as she tried to swallow.
For a few moments I just kept going, pulling her hair and dragging her face down my cock, even as my hips thrust up to meet her, forcing myself into her throat in time for another burst of cum.
In a moment of panic I thought I had somehow sleepwalk abducted my mom to my room and was raping her face, but before the thought had even settled, I noticed how wet squelching noises, combined with the frantic movements of her hand between her legs indicated she was also having a lot of fun right now.
It should have felt wrong. I knew that. But it felt right. There was nothing more right than having my cock inside her. She was mine now, I was the master of the house. Why shouldn’t I use her for my pleasure?
Crazy thoughts, but at the moment I did not care at all.
Instead I settled into a nice slow rhythm, fucking my mothers face with long strokes, rubbing my sensitive head against her tongue, until I had most of my length outside, then pushing in until I was at the back of her mouth, until I insistently pushed myself into her tight throat that struggled to contain me.
The sensation of her fighting her gag reflex as i forced my way as deep as I could, was such a strange turn-on.
The idea that she was struggling to take all of me, but let me have her way with her throat anyway, because it pleased me to do so, sent spikes of lust and pleasure through me.
Apparently I was not the only one that felt that way, as very soon she was moaning in pleasure around my cock, whenever it was not blocking her airways, and her hips were bucking madly as an orgasm tore through her.
My mothers orgasmic moans around my cock, was all I needed to push me straight over the edge once again.
My cock pulsed with pleasure as cum shot from me in thick ropes, coating my sexy mothers tongue and gullet with my sticky seed. Thrusting frantically in and out of her mouth, disregarding her comfort completely as my pleasure tore through me like lightning, cum was soon spilling from her lips and running down my shaft, even as she did her best to suck and swallow all of it, slurping noises and her moans mingling to a sweet symphony.
As my tide of cum subsided, I felt my cock deflating slightly, allowing me to more effortlessly slide into my mother’s throat, as I kept idly fucking her face, pushing her nose flat against my stomach, as my cock was lodged deep in her throat.
For a while I was content, sliding my cock slowly back just far enough to allow her a breath, before I slid my length back where it belonged.
It was divine, even more so than my dream of an angel. This was real, and the pleasure was so intense.
Then post nut clarity started to manifest, and I found myself shrinking as doubt set in.
“Mom!” I managed eloquently.
She let my softening member slide from between her lips, with a little pop, as she reluctantly let it go, raising her face to look at me.
“Yes Ryan? Was that alright?”
“What was that?” I asked, as apparently uttering the most stupid thing coming to my mind was my new thing.
“That was a nice little morning blow that turned into quite a lot more, I will add. Just like you asked for.” She purred at me.
“That I asked for?”
“Last night, you asked me to come back and help you with your… tension in the morning. Was this not what you meant?”
I was completely baffled. As I hesitated, an expression full of uncertainty and doubt crossed her face.
“Was it not good enough? I can do better, just tell me what you like!”
Okay, this was getting… hot. Uh, strange. Hot and strange. But mostly hot.
“It’s not quite what I meant, but it sure felt good, so uh…thanks.” I replied inanaly. But seriously, what do you say to your mom after she is done giving you a blowjob, your cum still painting her lips.
“Good, I am glad I could help, just let me know whenever you need me for anything at all. I’ll just go and get the maid started on breakfast.” She beamed her brightest smile at me, and sauntered out, her naked ass imprinting itself in my mind, stirring up all kinds of naughty ideas.
A little while and a shower later, I found myself in front of a rather large breakfast.
Eggs and bacon aplenty lined up in front of me, while my sexy mother sat across from me, wearing a very tight and all too sexy yoga outfit. Whoever designed yoga pants deserves an award. While I am not a fan of sports bras in general, mothers was nicely low cut, giving her a very nice cleavage, with her boobs pushed together in a manner that suggested all sorts of naughty things to my dirty mind.
In contrast to me, it would seem all she was having was a single glass of juice.
“What’s all this?” I inquired, gesturing at the huge assortment of breakfast foods in front of me.
“And aren’t you having any?” I added, as I didn’t think she really had had much of chance to have any breakfast before I got here.
“It’s your breakfast dear, daddy always said he needed lots of protein, and it would seem you have inherited that from him.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of my crotch, and I guess she was right in that department, it sure seemed like I had started cumming like a firehose recently.
“And I think I already had plenty of… protein this morning.” she added, giving me a coy smile.
“Now all I need is some exercise, gotta keep in shape for my boy!”
Leaving me to my breakfast, she went outside to do her morning yoga routine.
Deciding it was probably best to stock up on plenty of protein, to replace my recent rather large expenditures, I dug in with a gusto, prompting the maid to appear with another tray of bacon, as I finished the first one.
Our maid Oxana is a very cute Ukrainian girl, not much older than me, but with a strong and long limbed physique that made her look like a former track star, while still allowing her the perfect amount of roundness on her hips, but only afforded her rather small breasts, that barely required any bra at all.
I had long since abandoned the naughty idea of the conquering her virtue, as she had in no uncertain terms made it clear to me she was here to work, not play, when I had tried to make a pass at her, for what I will admit was probably the umpteenth time that day.
That was a year ago, and I had never tried again, never even really noticing her, as she went about her work.
Today I did notice her. Admiring her athletic grace, sneaking a little peak down her blouse, as she bent to switch the dishes.
Not much to sneak a peek at, but I got a glimpse of her areola, maybe even her cute pink nipple poking out slightly. While it wasn’t much to look at, it still gave me a little rush of pleasure to have gotten an illicit glimpse.
With a smile on my lips, I kept my eyes on her nicely swaying bottom, as she retreated back to the kitchen.
It felt good to be the master of the house. I was going to enjoy this so much.
A little while later, having had far more food in one sitting than was probably good for my cholesterol, I went back to the office, getting ready to tame the piles.
Mom was just outside the windows again. Busy doing her yoga routine as always.