I uttered a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan.


    Mom whimpered at my hungry sound.


    What thoughts were running through her head? What did she think I was going to do to her?


    My prick pointed straight ahead as I shuffled forward and pressed my knees beneath the small gap of space under my mother’s thighs. I lowered my ass to my heels as Mom settled the weight of her thighs against mine. My cock, as hard as a steel pipe, hovered above her ass so close that the warmth of her body dampened my incest-craving dipstick.


    Jesus fucking Christ.


    I stared at the panty string running through my mother’s crack, and in her low-frog-squat, I could see the golden spokes of her asshole in ultra-high definition. How small did her butthole have to be to remain hidden by that string? That string widened at her perineum, thicker nylon bracketing silk, but the damp flesh to the right and left of its center stilly exposed–so fucking sexy. Mom’s pussy, with her legs spread and her body stretched forward as it was, pressed hard against her transparent panties, thecy flower pattern covering and hiding the wet gap between her inner lips.


    My cock swelled, or seemed to, rising upward and filling with a thickness that made me afraid for my knob. Was it about to burst? I stretched my left arm forward and took my mother by her hip. She shuddered as I squeezed her flesh hard,ying im to what should have been my father’s property. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, the palm facing upward, and I spit into my palm. Half a secondter, I had my slippery fingers around my shaft, and a half-second after that, I was pumping my dick flesh hard enough to make my balls swing back and forth.


    I squeezed my cock harder, fucking my fist while jerking my hand up and down my shaft. My balls pped against my thighs; the lewdness of the smacking sounds sent tingles through the tip of my dick. I gripped my mother’s hip harder, pressing my fingers into her, and as I rocked my body forward, fucking my fist, my thighs rocked into her thighs, which pushed her body forward. I had to pull her back against me, creating a pseudo fucking that soon had her panting.


    “Huh-huh-huh,” Mom uttered as her body moved back and forth.


    “Fuck,” I gasped and paused my stroking. I looked down, opened my mouth, and dropped some more spit onto my cock. Some caromed off my shaft andnded on my mother’s ass. Moaning, I resumed jerking my dick above my mother’s butt.


    The line of her thong gleamed beneath my cock. If only I could take my knob and slide it through her crack. If only I could spank her small ass. If only I could…. I slid my hand from her hip around her thigh and onto her ass, palming the tender meat of her backside with my fingers pointing down. Mom, still taking the pping of my thighs into hers, pushed back against me whenever I humped her little body forward. She was working hard to keep her head from hitting the headboard. My cock hand blurred, my fingers concentrating on my knob as pleasure shot through my shaft and buzzed around my balls.


    “Oh, fuck, Mom,” I moaned. “I’m close, Mom. I’m so fucking close.”


    Mom kept her face buried in her pillow, the pping of our thighs growing in tempo and pitch. I squeezed her ass once more before I started sliding my fingers downward. Mom shook her head. Did she know what I had nned? Precum shot from my cock,nding on her right cheek, and I angled my hand down between her legs, cupping the crux of her left thigh–that hollow dip right next to her outerbia, my pinky edging her soft meat.


    Mom moaned into her pillow, her butt shooting forward. I stood on my knees, still stroking, still holding her between her legs, refusing to let go, but I was still off to the side of her pussy. I wanted to touch that tender piece of pie between her legs. I wanted to hold her cunny in my palm and slide my fingers through her pudding-soft folds, spreading her lips open and touching the stickiness dripping out of her. But I couldn’t do that. I could touch her where I was, outside of her panties, where her damp skin filled my hand, and my pinkyy against the tenderness of herbia, the heat between her legs sending electric pulses through my body.


    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, my orgasm closing in as the tip of my ns tingled with bliss. “I’m gonnae, Mom. Fuck, I’m gonnae on your ass, Mom.” I stroked my shaft harder. “Gonnae on my mother’s ass!” I tightened my grip around my pole while spreading my fingers and gripping my mother’s thigh hard. My pinky swept outward, over her outerbia, brushing the nylon border of her panties. “Oh, fuck, Mom, I’m gonnae.”


    Tremors of pleasure shook my thighs, buzzing my groin and weakening my legs. My balls tightened and swelled. My shaft expanded, and a lightning rod of ecstasy electrified my ns, ringing my corona and traveling down my shaft into my sack. “I’ming, Mom. I’ming on you!”


    My balls erupted, spewing a thick river of jizzy goo that swelled my urethra before shooting out of my cock andnding on my mother’s buns. I looked down, aiming my cockhead between her cheeks and dumping load after load of hot, sticky cream into her crack. My cum sshed against her asshole, blending with her G-string, and I lowered my knob, spurting cum onto her perineum and flinging thest rope of jizz onto the cotton covering the softness of her pussy, never slowing my cock stroking.


    “Mom, Mom, Mom,” I whispered, my voice shaking as much as my body.


    Aftershocks of pleasure rolled through my balls and slithered out of my piss slit, causing me to tremble. I squeezed Mom between her legs again, brushing the edge of her panties again and then again, the tip of my pinky pushing her skin inward as I tried to get under her nylon leg band. Her hand appeared between her legs from below, and she pushed my hand away with a frantic p, then she cupped her cunny and protected it from me with a tight squeeze of her fingers. She trembled. I didn’t fight her. Instead, I circled the base of my cock, pushing outward, and forcing thest of my cum onto the backs of her fingers.


    Mom lowered her legs, and I shuffled backward off her bed. She turned her head to the left, breathing hard and keeping her eyes closed. The hand with my cum on it remained between her legs, her pussy resting on her wrist.


    “Get out,” Mom panted.


    “Okay.”


    I turned to leave, and she said in a tired voice, “One week, Mark. You have to stay away from Jenna for one week.”


    “Jenna is willing to do this for me every day,” I said. There were no limits now. “Every day, Mom.”


    “Get out!”N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    “I’ll see you tonight.”


    I gathered my clothes and went to my room. Jenna would be expecting my call once she got out of school, and we had things to discuss. I wasn’t about to break up with my girlfriend or stop seeing her, but dropping my load on my mother’s ass had given me an idea. If a mother could convince her son to stay away from his girlfriend, what could a daughter do to convince her father to let her see her boyfriend?


    Maybe I could have my mother and Jenna too.


    Maybe.