I knew my precious, beautiful, young mother had yet to cum and I wanted to please her so much. I wanted to service and clean her pussy as she was doing to my cock, but she leaned back off my hardening dick and sheepishly asked, “Johnny, will you fuck my face. Treat me like a slut? please, will you rape mommy’s mouth?”
I stared down at her. My cock growing even more hearing her beg to be humiliated, degraded by her own son. She crawled away from me on all fours. I watched her ass sway from side to side as she went to a bedroom wall, turned sat down, leaned against it, raised her hands high over her head.
Her black, shear nylon covered legs slightly spread apart gave me a clear view of her still glistening wet pussy hair. With her hands above her head, her tits looked even firmer than before. Her arm raised, exposed cleanly shaven armpits adding to the erotic, decadent display before me.
I walked across to her, straddled her legs, with one hand I grabbed her wrists together pressing and holding them high against the wall. My other hand opened, to give myself balance.
My now fully erect cock and bloated head inches from her mouth. She looked up, her eyes pleading with me to use her, abuse her, for being a slut. I pushed my cock forward, past her gapping lips, and watched it impale her face, to the back of her throat, forcing her head against the wall. She gagged. Saliva immediately began to drool from the corners of her mouth, and down her chin.
I angerly lashed out, “Is this what you want mother, is it?!” As I started to hammer my cock back and forth into her face. Smacking the back of her head into the wall.
Mascara stained tears started to streak down her face only fueling my carnal aggression as I drove my shaft in and out of my mother’s head.
I looked down as my cock rammed unmercifully into her. Her pointed tits wavering from each blow. Her legs wider now. I smelt her sex rising up. My mother’s pussy juices were flowing from this rape of her mouth by her son. Her thighs continued to spread, as if begging for the touch on her pussy for relief.
I continued to pound my rod against the back of her throat. The scene, the smell of my mother’s pussy and sweating body odor overcame me. I jammed my cock deep into her face as it erupted. She choked on my cum forcing its way down her throat.
Her face, neck and chest turned beet red. The veins in her neck bulging out. Her eyes wide open staring at nothing. Her hands now clinched in tight fists. I knew she wanted to breath. But I kept my cock buried in her mouth letting the second and third contraction of my cock coat her throat. I then backed up enough for her to gasp for air before she passed out.
I pushed again to the back of her throat one more time as my cock delivered another cum coating to her throat. Then I pulled my still hard cock from my mother’s mouth, let the next few shots of cum smack her in the face. I moved back further, my dick dribbling faint shots of cum out onto her chest and thighs.
I let go of my mother’s wrists, her arms falling to her sides. She was sobbing.
I took a step back, looking at the pitiful, pathetic site of my mother, sitting against the wall. Her nylon covered legs spread wide. Her hair a tangled mess around her head. Her face smeared with her makeup, globs of my cum seeping down. Her mascara tears that mixed with her drool and my cum, dripped around her cheeks and chin. All dropping into her chest and thighs.
Mom’s eyes half open. Tears still forming and escaping onto her cheeks.
My only thoughts were of how beautiful she looked, how much I loved her and what I had just done to her. To what I had just done to my mother.
I reached down, lifted her up by her wet sweaty armpits and moved her over to the bed, gently lowering her until she was laying on the bed, on her back, her knees bent and feet hanging over the bed.
As I lowered myself between my mother’s thighs and knelt before her, I looked up to see her lean again up on her elbows as she watched her son, move his head closer to her sopping, supple cunt.
To Be Continued.