A confused mother

You roll off your mother.

Both of you are panting heavily in the glow of orgasms.

The trainer leaves.

As the door slams shut, both of you realize that you're naked. You both feel ashamed and satisfied as you dress yourselves. Neither of you speak to each other as you both process the new relationship.

You walk to your cars. Halfway there, she reaches out and grabs your hand. You walk hand-in hand the rest of the way to your cars.

When you reach her car, you turn and kiss her on the cheek. Then she turns her head and you kiss her lips. Your hand instinctively goes to her tit. You pin her against her car as she wraps her arms around you. You two are making out in the gym parking lot under a street lamp.

"No," she says pushing you away. "People will talk."

"Let's go home and fuck," you say.

Your mother's mouth forms a little pout but she shakes her head.

You get in your car as you recall how much of a turn-on it is to fuck your mother. It feels perfectly natural because she's 35 years old.

She speeds off so no one will recognize her.

You drive slowly home and admire each and every sexy older woman on the way. You wink at a couple who blush at the compliment. You imagine fucking their brains out and getting them pregnant. Your cock is hard again.

You pull into the driveway at your mother's house. Your mother's car is in the two-car garage. You pull in next to her car. You take a deep breath but your cock is still hard.

You walk inside and your mother is standing there naked.

"Are you hungry? Did you have dinner?" she asks in a very maternal tone.

"Yeah, I grabbed a bite," you answer like you always do to the question.

"Good. Let's fuck," she says as she drops to her knees and starts sucking your cock.

You feel her expert tongue slide over your shaft. Her lips dance on your cock. Of course, she stops and pushes you on to the sofa. She's not about to let any of your cum go down her throat. She wants her pussy to drain you into her womb.

You two start fucking again.

"This isn't right," she says. "I'm your mother." She is not resisting your cock as it enters her.

"You love it," you sneer.

"Yes," she admits. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

And you do.

You fuck twice more that night.

Each time she hesitates but gives in.

The next morning, you wake up in your mother's bed. You smell eggs and bacon being made. You walk to the kitchen in your underwear. Your mother is half dressed, wearing an apron over her bra and panties.

She sees you and sashays over to you.

"You needs your energy. I want you to grow up big and strong," she says as she kisses you on the lips again. "You're a growing boy," she says as she fondles your growing erection.

You two fuck again on the kitchen floor as the eggs burn.

Afterward, she looks confused. "I'm sorry I burnt the eggs, darling."

Calling you "darling" excites you. She used to call your father "darling."

You eat the bacon and toast she makes you.

You go to the refrigerator and drink the orange juice out of the carton.

She scolds you as any mother would. But clearly she is aroused.

You two spend the rest of the morning fucking.

In the afternoon, she scolds you, "I'll let you fuck me in the ass but only as long as you don't cum."

You agree and shove your rigid cock inside that 35-year-old ass. She meets each thrust with a buck of her own. When she feels that you're close to cumming, she releases your cock from her well-reamed ass and flips on her back. You plow her pussy with abandon.

"I love fucking you, son," she screams as she cums.

"I love fucking you, mom," you grunts as you cum. Images of your mother with a distended belly fills your mind as you fill her cunt.

As your breathing slows down, your cell phone rings.

"It's your girlfriend," your mother says with a very confused look on her face.

"Fuck her," you says as you start sucking on your mom's tit.

She pushes you away. She sits with her arms folded.

"I want you to break up with that bitch," she stammers as she forces those words out. "But be nice when you do."

You have barely given your girlfriend any thought since you starting fucking your mother.

"I don't know why but I'm jealous," she whimpers. "She's a sweet girl. I like her. But you'll never fuck you like I can."

Your mother's actions have been confusing. She behaved alike a mom, like a cock-hungry slut, like a wannabe baby-factory, and now like a petulant girlfriend.

"No problem," you assure her. "You're the only girl for me." You're lying, of course. You've been fantasizing about a couple of your neighbors, married middle-aged women, who suddenly turn you on with a desire to get them pregnant.

Your mother is pleased with your response/ She bends over and she licks your wilted dick in appreciation.

You slide into a 69 position and eat her out. She cums again.

The rest of the weekend is fucking and sucking with one brief interlude when you called and broke up with your girlfriend.