Unspoken Pleasure

I had turned my head straight by then, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. As I sucked on her jewel, my dick dug into the couch cushion below me. My balls tingled. I licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked my mother's pussy with closed eyes, moving as if in a dream--guided by my instincts. Mom pulled on my hair, tugging me up her slender body. My mouth came level with the button holding her pajama shirt together, and I took it in my mouth and pulled, tearing it from its threading and releasing my mother's tits.

"Fuck," Mom moaned as I sucked her breasts, one then the other, then the other, then the other. I kept my hands moving, sliding up and down her sides, squeezing her ass, and ringing the base of her tits. Her little mounds coned upward, and I pulled them into my mouth one at a time, licking and abusing her nipples until she nearly pulled the hairs from my head to get me to stop.

Our mouths met as our bodies rubbed against each other. Mom's tongue found mine, dancing and licking along my wet appendage and sliding along my lips. My cock had bumped into her pussy on the way up, then slid upward against her wetness and between our bodies. Her mound and stomach rubbed my hard length as she squirmed beneath me, making me gasp.

"Put it in," Mom panted, sounding as drunk as I felt. "Get that big fucking family dick inside of your mother's pussy."

I kept my eyes closed as I reached between our bodies and lifted my ass into the air. The head of my cock dipped down, poking Mom's mound, and I ran my knob through her pubic hairs and between her open thighs. Wet heat steamed around my hand, wetting my cock further as I rubbed the head against my mother's dewy cleft and collected her juices. Without much thought, I found the base of her slit and plugged her pussyhole with my thick crown.

"Ungh," Mom grunted from deep within her throat. Her back arched, and her tits pushed into my chest. "Oh, god, fuck, that's a big, hot dick you're putting up my sloppy snatch."

I didn't do anything fancy. I couldn't. Alcohol drove my movements, lifting my ass and bringing my cock back down, filling the living room with a steady plop, plop, plop melody as our bodies bounced hard against each other. I felt like Billy Bob Thornton fucking the hell out of Halle Berry's hot pussy in Monster's Ball. Every thrust pushed Mom deep into the couch, her moans coming fast and hard and her body sweating beneath mine.

Sometime during our fucking, with my cock slipping through the wetness between her thighs and my knob tingling with each plunge between her pussy walls, I pulled Mom up and turned our bodies so that I sat on the couch and she sat astride me. I opened my eyes, seeing a blur at first, and she was looking down at me with a drunken, hungry, half-lidded stare. Mom leaned back, keeping her right hand fastened behind my neck and her left hand braced against my knee as she rolled, swung, and turned her hips like the sluttiest dancer in a strip club.

"Fuck, Mom, fuck," I moaned, holding onto my mother's taut ass as she used my cock for her pleasure. "Fuck my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck my dick, Mom. Fuck it good!"

We fucked like that for a while: Our bodies moving on their own, and my mind tumbling about in a waking dream. I sucked Mom's titties, and I kissed her lips. I held onto my mother's ass, kneading her buns, spreading them, and pushing them together. I fingered her butthole, lodging the tip within the rubbery snugness of her sphincter. Each time I rubbed her there, her hips twirled faster and harder, sucking the precum from my balls as her pussy channel spasmed around my shaft. Mom's first orgasm hit her hard, leaving my crotch drenched with her cum. God, she was glistening with sweat by then. Her second orgasm wet my balls further as her soft whimpers filled my ears. She kept fucking, close to tears, as every part of her body, save her hips and ass, went limp. I helped her ride my dick, humping upwards and holding onto her butt, forcing her back and forth along my rigid pole until she couldn't take it. By the time I was ready to come, Mom was nothing more than a panting, whimpering little fuck-doll while I couldn't even open my eyes anymore. While I was coming, I thought, I don't even care who knows. I wish I could tell the world that my mother was my lover. Afterward, we fell asleep, and I woke an hour before dawn with Mom lying atop me. "Fuck," I whispered, waking her up.

"Shit, shit, shit," Mom said in a rush, moving as fast as my heartbeat as she dressed.

We stumbled about, my buzz hadn't left me, and my body still had the alcohol in its veins, wobbling my movements. We manage to clean up and stumble upstairs. I showered, I guessed that Mom did as well, and when I returned to my room, there was Jenna, still passed out as if no time had passed since I had left her hours earlier.

I'm so fucking lucky, I thought.NôvelDrama.Org content.

I crawled into bed and curled my body around Jenna's, spooning her as I laid my head down and went to sleep. It was only Friday, and I had an entire weekend of fucking ahead of me. As sleep sucked me down into its darkness, I thought, How the fuck am I going to keep this up for the rest of my life?