The Inheritance by RDJohnson,RDJohnson

Today I took some time to really admire the view, unable to quite believe she had woken me up with that amazing blowjob turned face fuck.

I still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, maybe it was just some weird outlet for her grief or something, but I decided I didn’t want to feel bad about it.

It had happened, it was awesome, and if there were consequences, I could deal with them.

I already knew I was pretty much going to inherit everything, except a pittance for my mother and my half sister, everything else was mine to keep, with the admonishment that I should make sure to take good care of our family.

Mother’s routine did seem to have quite a lot of stretches and poses where she was put very nicely on display from my point of view.

Sporting quite the chub at the show, I pulled out my cock and gave in to temptation, rubbing myself slowly, imagining all the possibilities that would open up, if she was doing that routine in the nude.

It would probably not be the best positions for sex, but it sure would be fun to try them to make sure.

Around noon I called the lawyer in charge of the estate until the inheritance was formalized, and asked about my dad’s journal, learning that it would be delivered tomorrow, along with a package that my father had insisted should be delivered to me upon his death, and as such not a part of the actual inheritance, which had caused the paperwork to slip to the bottom of a pile.

The lawyer apologized for the delay, but I had stopped listening, as my mother had chosen that time to start her sunbathing.

Again today, she spent a long time getting the sunscreen applied just right, in ways that definitely made me think maybe she was putting on a little show just for me.

If she was, it was working. My cock was like iron, as she smeared the thick white liquid all over her body, making me entertain the notion of smearing my own thick white liquid all over her.

Which then brought me back to the sight of her head bobbing up and down as I fucked her mouth just this morning.

I was going to need to cum again soon, if I was to get any work done.

I considered rubbing one out, while I stood there watching my mom slowly caressing herself right there on the other side of the glass.

Somehow it didn’t feel right.

Just a few hours ago I had shot my load straight into the throat of my own mother. Twice. There was no way I could justify masturbating myself as I just stood here as a peeping tom.

I was better than that.

“Oxana, please inform my mother I have a need for her soft touch again.” I had pushed down the button for the intercom without even thinking. As soon as it was out of my mouth, I was having second thoughts.

Was I going too far?

I was the master of the house, of course, but she was my mother, and what if she had come to her senses?

While I worried, I saw Oxana go to my mother and relay my message. The sound proof windows were worth every cent, I could not hear a single word.

Mother nodded to Oxana, and sent her on her way, then spent a good minute gathering herself, all the while her naked chest was on display as she had not yet put her top back on. After a few good long stretches with her chest aimed straight at me, she then put her bikini top back on, before walking out of sight on her way inside.

On her way to me.

My mouth was dry, as she knocked on the door.

“Come in!” I croaked.

Another long second passed, then the door slid open, and my mom entered cautiously.

“Oxana said you needed my… soft touch?”

“Yes, uh yes that’s right I uh need you… uh..” I was stuttering, trying to come up with an explanation that did not involve my need to empty my balls into her, but while I was floundering, she just rolled her eyes at me teasingly.

“So like your dad! Insatiable!” With that, she sank to her knees in front of me, her mouth reaching for the tent I was pitching. As she mouthed my hard-on through the fabric, her hands slid up my legs, then fumbled with my zipper.

“Your dad would sometimes have me under the desk for hours. The stamina of that man, it was amazing!”

My brain was experiencing quite the short circuit as I on the one hand tried not to imagine my really rather old dad sitting there with his cock in the mouth of this wonderful creature, while on the other hand trying to imagine the very same, except with my cock in her mouth.

While I was distracted with adjusting my mental pictures, my mother succeeded in opening my pants, pulling them down to mid thigh in one fast pull, causing my cock to bounce right into her face, smearing precum on her nose and cheek.

“So large and hard!” she cooed, then put her lips to good use, opening them and letting my cock into her hot wet mouth.

I was gasping in pleasure in no time, as she was swirling her tongue over my sensitive tip, gently jerking the shaft. Her cool feminine fingers wrapped around my length felt exactly as wonderful as I had imagined, and for a few minutes I just enjoyed her gentle blowjob, tempted to just let her be in charge, until I had my release, flooding her mouth with my seed.

But the show she had put on outside had made me hunger for more.

Just a few minutes was all that was needed before I was right on the edge, and mustering my willpower, I managed to pull back, escaping my mothers hungry sucking mouth, with a little popping sound.

“Not so fast mom. I want to see you. Without the bikini.” I demanded.

She looked up at me with a brief moment of confusion, her gaze then on my rock solid erection with a strand of drool or precum leading to her mouth. She bit her lip, then nodded once.

“Okay Ryan, anything you want.” she purred at me. Then she stood up in front of me, and looked straight at me, while she undid her top with practiced grace. Letting it fall to the ground, she massaged her firm breasts with both hands for a moment, getting her nipples nice and hard. Little pink erasers that urged me to suck on them, like I did so many years ago.

Then she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her bottoms, and slid them down mid thigh, until gravity took over, and her panties pooled around her ankles.

She stood there in front of me, in all her naked glory.

Perfectly tanned and firm, only the slightest sag from her breasts, only enough to give the message that they were all natural. Her thatch did indeed match the drapes. She had a small little landing strip, carefully trimmed, that pointed the way to her glistening folds.

I was at a loss for words, and an expression like a hint of worry started to appear on my mother’s face, as if she was afraid I had found a flaw in her, that she was somehow not good enough.

It was breaking my heart, and I had to put a stop to it.

“Wow! Perfect!” I remarked breathless.

Unable to formulate my request, I took her hand, and pulled her against me. Then my mouth sought hers, a hunger in me only the taste of her tongue could sate. I kissed her deeply and greedily, forcing my tongue into her mouth, mashing it against hers, even as she replied in kind, swirling her tongue around mine.

I held her tight, her body molded against mine, as my hands went exploring. First those amazing breasts, the sensation of soft yet firm flesh filling my hands, the sensation of rolling her nipples between my fingers. Pleasure was flowing into me like a rising tide. As my fingers parted her sopping wet petals, sliding into her warm pulsating pussy, it felt right. As if I was coming home from an epic journey.

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