Each Day of the Week by Blackstroker

I just knew I was going to fuck her before the night was through; I could feel it.

Less than an hour later, Maggie came back down looking damn sexy in the short black silk wrap from her birthday package. It was knotted loosely around her waist and I could see creamy flesh from her neck down to her navel and a good deal of thigh as she passed in front of me headed for the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of malt from which she took a long drag and then licked the top of the bottle neck.

She was bending over to place the bottle on the table when I said:

“Do I have to ask what day it is?” I asked, smiling wickedly. She released the bottle and straightened up.

“Not really, dear, I was just about to inform you.”

Turning around and looking steadily at me, her hands went to her waist. She slowly undid the strings and gripping the two sides of the robe pulled them apart.

My cock instantly sprang alive as I looked wide eyed at the thick juicy body of my mom covered from just below waist to fat crotch in white cotton basic underwear. It was tight, probably a size too small, so it sunk into her flesh and created the nicest looking covered vaginal mound I’d ever looked at. I could see a clear sunken line between her pussy lips. I would never have believed that I could be so turned on by the sight of a woman in that kind of underwear.

My cock had found its way through the opening at the front of my boxer and stood tall to salute the magnificent woman in front of me. She let the robe drop to the floor and I stared hungrily at the long stiff nipples on the tiny breasts that had years ago been my main source of nutrition. How I wanted to feed off them again. She stepped forward to stand about two feet in front of me. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties.

I stood up and her eyes levelled on my rampant man tool surging wildly through the fly of my boxer.

“I know you don’t like this type of ladies underwear, so I am going to take them off.”

Without taking her eyes off my bouncing dick she was out of the panties in a flash, like she was in some kind of undressing race.

I noticed that the untamed bush I’d spied between her thighs a few weeks ago was now neatly trimmed above and around her smooth shaved pussy, no doubt to prevent any spillage from out the sides of the thongs. An engorged and sizable clit greeted my eyes. I reached out and groped between her thighs. She spread her legs wide to allow me better access as I cupped her hot flesh hard, causing her to let out a loud aaahhhh. I bent my head and a mouthful of soft breast disappeared.

I sucked on it and roughly rolled the hard nipple between tongue and teeth. She made a sound that indicated pain, but instead of pulling away she grabbed my head and forced it harder against her chest. Her hand reached out and grabbed my tool, squeezing it hard as she shifted it from side to side like a gear stick and even tried to bend it.

I let an eager middle finger plunge into her hot wet tunnel and she retaliated by pushing against it sending it all the way into her as she started a hard grind.

But suddenly she gave an anguished howl and pulled her hand away from my cock, pushed my head away from her breast and grabbing my hand wrenched it away from her dripping pussy.

“No, we must stop this, this is so wrong.” She said, stepping away from me.

But I grabbed her and pulled her close to me, grabbing her big butt cheeks in both hands and sinking my spread out fingers into the inner walls as I pulled the mounds apart.

“No Mike, please, I can’t, we mustn’t.”

I took hold of my cock and guided it between her thighs, feeling it slip along the wet vulva lips. But she wrestled free and shouted, almost angrily:

“Mike stop, I don’t want this!”

Those words and the tone got to me and I stepped back.

She sank into the chair weeping. I looked at her shaking frame and for a moment I felt some remorse and the thought of abandoning my quest to fuck Maggie entered my head, but only briefly, for even as I watched her crying, my cock that had deflated a bit suddenly found new life and urged me to go for it.

I decide to do so, but in a different way, for out of the blue an idea came to my rescue and I started to play it out.

I brought my hands up to cover my face and pretended I was sobbing into them.

“I’m sorry mom, I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Please say you forgive me.”

“I forgive you baby.

Everything is going to be all right, we can get through this together, don’t you worry.”

“No mom everything could never be alright after this horrible thing I just did.”

“No baby, we’ll get over it, and it’s not all your fault, I’m to blame too, maybe even more than you. It was just a little mistake we both made because of circumstances we found ourselves in, sometimes feelings creep up on us and situations direct our actions.

But it will be all right, I promise you.

“Mom it will not be alright and this is not a little mistake it is a huge mistake. Oh, I feel so bad about this I feel like killing myself.”

“No baby no, don’t you say that Mike, don’t you even think about it. I tell you it was not your fault at all it was all mine, I should not have given in to the longing I saw in your eyes or the longings and passion I feel for you, I am the guilty one I should have controlled myself.

I don’t blame you; you are young and hot blooded.

“No mom, I am the one to blame I baited you. What kind of man tries to fuck his own mother? Not because you are so beautiful and so fucking sexy I have to fuck you. I was so wrong. I treated you like a whore, you don’t deserve that. Oh I really feel like dying or just falling through the floor and disappear.”

“Mike, please stop all that talk of wanting to die, you’re scaring me.

And I don’t want you to disappear either; I want you here with me. I love you so much baby, I would do anything at all to please you or make you happy.”

“I love you too mom and would also do anything it takes to please you or make you happy, but I feel so bad about this. Look, even as I talk to you my cock is still trying to get to you, I’m a dirty son of a bitch I don’t deserve you.” I stepped forward, bringing my cock almost to her face.

She stared at the massive erection and I could see the torment on her face as lust battled with decency; I could see the desire in her eyes as she licked her lips and wrenched her eyes away.

“Mike, come sit with me let’s talk it away or better yet just drop it and watch a movie. Everything will be alright baby, you’ll see.

After a good night’s sleep we will both wake up tomorrow and find that all’s well between us, mother and son, just like yesterday.”

“Just like yesterday mom? Yesterday I wanted to fuck you, like I did today like I do now even though I’m burning up with shame; can’t you see, I can’t just wish this away” I looked down at my cock that I was deliberately bouncing.

Her eyes followed mine to the stubborn horny member.

I turned around and started to walk away.

“Mike baby, come to me please.”

“I’m sorry mom but I can’t trust myself near you now, or maybe ever. I might just have to move out and go live by myself. I’m going up to my room.”

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