Chapter 98: Chapter 97

“M-mom…” I gasped, breaking my lips from hers.

“You can still call me that, even now?” Her chest shook as she spoke, her face filled with emotions.

There was regret, fear, lust, desire, and guilt all fighting to display across her face. Her heated breath teased my nose, smelling like a sweet and familiar scent. Her soft body was on top of me, in a position that felt extremely surreal. It felt like mom was locked in place, unable to stop from continuing, but unwilling to take the next step. I realized that she was waiting on me. She wanted to hear an answer.

After a second, I leaned closed to her ear and whispered. “Mom, I want to fuck your tight pussy.”

I tried to make myself sound as sensual and as enticing as possible, but the words I spoke were true. As for why I wanted to, that was difficult for me to describe. I had wanted to have her before even when I believed she was my biological mother. I had already tasted each of my sisters, so why wouldn’t I also crave mother’s touch? Finding out she wasn’t my mom hadn’t made these feelings go away. Rather, I realized that I couldn’t move on until I acted on them. I didn’t want to have sex with her. I needed to have sex with her, to see what was there between us.

So, I thought of the kind of erotic lines that would drive a man wild. I supposed I should have called her mommy, but my seventeen-year-old brain couldn’t tolerate that level of pandering. Even I had my limits.

My words appeared to be effective against mother, as her body shook slightly, and then she reached down, pulling the chair handle and causing the seat to fall back until I was nearly horizontal. Mother leaned down and kissed me, her lips pressing against mine nearly to the point of pain. Her hands grabbed my wrists, and she held onto them tightly as her tongue began to explore my mouth.

I opened my mouth a bit more, and her tongue aggressively took my mouth, exploring and tasting me gingerly. As she kissed me, her hands worked their way down my arms. She pulled away, slightly out of breath, looking down at me with want and desire, her hair was draped down over her face, giving her a sexy but haggard appearance.

“Noah, I love you.” She whispered one hand cupping my cheek as she kissed me again.

Her words caused my heart to start beating a bit faster. There was something in them, a sort of conviction that felt real. Compared to my sisters or girlfriends, my mother had the experience and history to truly know what she was saying. Compared to Ms. Dean, my teacher, or any of the adult women I had tasted, there was a true emotion that went beyond mere physical desire. I kissed her back, the sound of our lips meeting and parting making the only noise in the car.

“Mmn… Mgnmm… mmm…” She tasted me while I tasted her.

“I love you too.” I felt I had to respond in turn.

She closed her eyes for a second, a small smile forming on her plump lips. Her hands fell and pushed up with her knees. Her dress had been pushed up and was wrinkled around her hips thanks to her mounting me in the seat as she did. She reached down and pulled her dress up overhead and then tossed it to the side.

This was perhaps the first time I had ever looked at her body like the woman that she was, and I came to realize just how beautiful and erotic she was. If my sisters were all sexy teenagers, then mother was what they would look like when they had finally matured. Her body had aged like expensive wine. She had decent-sized breasts, and pale beautiful skin. While her stomach had pale stretch marks on it, she was curvy in the right places and tight in the right places. Her lips were pert, her butt was round and doughy, her skin was soft with a slight sheen of sweat.

She was wearing a bra top that covered her upper body. It was black and lacey with two thin straps over her pale shoulders which worked to keep her robust chest held up.

Her underwear was colored to match, a pair of partially transparent briefs which hugged her hips but popped up in the back, making her buttocks nearly completely exposed except for a thin strap running up her crack. These clothes were abnormally sexy for a woman who had just come from work. The look felt mature and sexy, making the bikinis and thongs my high school girls wore seem almost childish in comparison. Her selection felt deliberate like she had purposely geared them toward showing off her mature body.

“Were you expecting something?” I asked, my eyes looking her body up and down.

“I had a date today with the man I love.” She blushed. “I wanted to look sexy for him.”

It only took me a moment to remember our date earlier. She truly had always been looking at me, but I hadn’t noticed her. I felt foolish, but more than that I felt aroused. I didn’t need to do anything about it though, because my mother noticed my bulge even before I did. Her hands reached out and touched it, rubbing me through the fabric of my pants.

“Hah… mom…” I moaned as her hands groped me hungrily.

“I had always wanted a boy.” Mom said. “And when my husband suddenly brought you home and said you were his, I should have been furious, but by that point, I had already known he had been cheating on me, and it just didn’t hurt me as much as he thought it would. I loved you, and I treated you just like any of my other children.”

As she said this, her hand which at first had been haphazardly stroking my cock had managed to pull it into a tent, and now her hand gripped that tent, stroking up and down in a much more rhythmic fashion.

“I-it’s okay.”

She smiled, but it was a sad and lonely smile. “When he left me, I convinced myself that as long as I had you, as long as I had my son, I’d be happy. I loved all my kids, but for some reason, you became the only man in my heart. Then, you started to grow up, and you started to grow distant. I thought… I was finally losing you.”

“M-mom… you’re not going to lose me.” I panted as her hand moved faster and faster.

“I don’t know when it happened, maybe when you turned thirteen, but I started to want you, more of you. I held myself back. I tried to act like a proper mother.”

“You are my mother…”

“I’m not a good mother. I’m a naughty mother. I’m a horny mother who wants to fuck her son.”

“Fuck… mom…”

“God, your dick is so hard. I want you inside me so much, baby.”

“I want to feel your pussy, mom. Stick it in your pussy.”

She grabbed the zipper of my pants and started fumbling with unzipping them. After a few agonizing seconds, she finally dragged my cock out into the open. She looked down at it as if dazed for a moment.

“Oh, my…”

“Mother?”

“I just… I can’t believe it.”

“How long has it been since your last dick?”

“How can you ask that?”

“Mom…”

“I banged lost of guys.”

“Mom!”

“Fuck, I need it so bad. I haven’t felt a hard dick in over a decade.”

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“Then, stick it in already.”

I didn’t need to even say those words, because she had already lifted a leg and pushed up. She pulled aside her underwear, exposing her pussy to me. It had a fair amount of hair, and it wasn’t the perfect little slit that many of my sisters had. Rather, her clitoris was a bit protruded, and her lips were a bit ruffled. However, her cunt was wet and I could practically see it cramping as it waited to be filled. She lined my dick up with her cunt, and then dropped down, letting it slowly slide into her wet insides.

“T-tight?”

“Am I really?”

“As tight as you daughters, ah! I mean…” I accidentally went ahead and said it.

Mom laughed slightly, her pussy tightening each time she let out a laugh, feeling somehow good and reassuring.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or sad that I ended up raising such a naughty son. Who did you do stuff with? Was it Dawn? I saw you sneak in her room.”

I blushed, not sure what to say. “That… I mean…”

“Tell mommy, I’m not in a position right now to get mad.”

“Um… rather… everyone…”

“Everyone!” This time her eyes did pop. “Even London?”

I coughed. “Everyone, except Bethany.”

“Y-you…You haven’t touched Bethany… so I’m not the last. Heh, can she even get wet yet?”

“I-is that okay?”

“London and Mackenzie aren’t biologically your sisters, but Kelsey, Kristy, and Dawn are my and your father’s kids!” She warned. “They could be your half-siblings.”

I lowered my head. “I understand…”

“Good, under no circumstances are you to get them pregnant!”

“Huh?” I looked up.

“You can knock me up though.”

“Mom!”

She laughed again, her pussy once again tightening on my dick as she did. Something about the feel of her pussy jerking my dick while she chuckled on top of me, I suddenly burst out laughing too. For a few moments, the pair of us just held each other, laughing like a pair of fools. When we both finally recovered, I tried to give Mother a more serious look.

“Are you okay though?”

“I’m your mother.” She sniffed. “I should be the one worrying if you’re okay, not the other way around. I’ve raised you in a family filled with horny women. They ended up corrupting you in every way we could, and now you’re a pussy-hungry stud. I’m sorry that my children and I weren’t able to control ourselves around such a hot throbbing dick as yours.”

“I don’t feel that way.” I sighed. “I love all of you, and I enjoy the feeling of being inside of you.”

She sniffed. “Well, I like the feeling of you being inside me too.”

“Yeah… well, you haven’t been moving your hips.”

“Geh!” her eyes widened, and then she looked away, speaking through with pursed lips cutely. “I came the second I stuck it in. I just needed a moment to recover.”

“Seriously?”

“Eh! Don’t give me that look? I said it’s been a decade! It just felt so good that you made me cum immediately.”

“Jeese, if I knew mom was that easy.”

“Y-you! Do you think your sisters can fuck? I’ll show you how a real woman fucks a man.” She leaned down, her big chest pressing against mine. “I’m going to ride your dick until it breaks.”

Her body felt soft and warm against me. My hands instinctively grabbed her ass, which fit my hands perfectly. Something about the feel of her body caused my heart to race. The words we shared had eased my tensions and convinced me that this wasn’t a mistake.

“Mom,” I looked into her eyes, feeling much more relaxed and confident about everything. “I really do love you. You may not be my biological mother, but you raised me, and I will love you forever.”

“H-honey aahhh…” Her hands resting on my chest tightened for a second. “I love you too..”

“D-did you just cum again?”

I could feel her pussy gripping me tightly in a rhythmic fashion, and I realized she must have orgasmed. She was the type of woman who orgasmed silently, but the tremors through her body couldn’t lie, even if she tried to hide it on her face.

“Sh-shut up…” Her face turned red, and the cute look she gave made me want to tease her a bit more.

“You came with just some words?” I grinned.

Mom reached out and grabbed my head. “Shut up and fuck me.”

She kissed me roughly and then started to move her hips. Mom hadn’t been lying either. She was prepared to give me the ride of my life.

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