Kitchen Chaos

You literally do a bum rush and charge toward her. Untying the draw string of your pajamas you let them slip off of you as you move. She still hasn't heard you as you pull her long dress up and throw it over her back.

"Jesse?"

You yank down her panties roughly then give her ass a hard slap. You hear her head come up and bump the counter from underneath, her head and shoulders were still in the pot cupboard.

"Jesse!?"

Grabbing your aching wood you jam it against her hairy cunt. She cries out and throws her hands forward to brace herself, you hear pots and pans clang and scatter within, some of the smaller ones tumble out around your feet. You don't make much headway, she was dry as a mummy's asshole. Your old cock probably could have slipped in, but not your new fat trouser python.

"FUCK!" You shout.

"Sorry...sorry baby...I wasn't ready...I wasn't warmed up..." She says from within the cupboard.

Growling again your **** eyes scan around. Seeing a bottle of olive oil you grab it and open it hastily. Tipping the bottle you pour close to a cup of the golden liquid over your hand. Throwing the bottle into the sink you SLAP your mother's cunt with your oily hand. The pooled oil in your palm spatters over her ass. She cries out again. Then you jam four fingers hard into her slit. "OH JESUS!" She cries. You give her a few quick rough in and outs then pull your slick hand back. Her dark muff glistened with oil.

Grabbing her hips you ram yourself full hilt into her. "UNGH! GOD!" She wails. As you pull her back her head comes out of the cupboard and she rises up. Grabbing her hair you push her down onto the counter top, her face presses against the wall. Throwing her hands forward once more to brace herself she sends salt, pepper, and spice bottles flying in all directions. The tops to the oregano and basil bottles had been left open and the aroma of italian herbs fill the air as the dark green flakes fall like snow to your right and left.

Holding her down you just start pounding into her oily snatch. You let out a feral grunt on every blubbery impact of her fine wide ass. Out of the corner of your eye you see your half finished breakfast from earlier. Fuel!

"Hungry! Bacon!" You growl like Frankenstein's monster. Grabbing the three strips of bacon in your fist you jam them into your mouth and gobble them down, the plate topples from the counter as you pull your fist back. Eggs and sliced fruit and ketchupy hash browns splat across the floor, the plate clatters loudly. Grabbing her hips again you are frustrated, olive oil in your right hand and bacon grease in your left meant it was difficult to get a good grip on her smooth hips. You reach forward and grab onto her hair with both hands instead, gripping it and causing her body to arch up backward as you drove into her.

"Jesse!" Your mother cries. "God! What's gotten into you!? Oh my god! You are incredible!"

"Shut up bitch!" You shout.

"Sorry...sorry..." She moans.

Needless to say, you had fucking lost it! You were in full Hulk Smash mode, and smash you did. You fuck your mother mercilessly, spanking her fat ass hard every few thrusts. She moans and wails and hangs on for dear life. Reaching around her body you tear her blouse from her, buttons winging off and ricocheting here and there. You grab her full heavy tits through her bra and just keep fucking and fucking. The fury and power of your sex shaking the house to its foundations. Your mother cums again and again.

Your mouth was as berserk as your body. You start snarling. "That's it you fucking whore. Take my big hard cock. You like that don't you you whore!"

She wails. "Yes! Yes! I love it! I'm a whore! I'm a whore!"

After what seems like forever you finally feel your climax approaching like an rampaging bull. You pull out abruptly causing your mother to almost fall to the floor. Grabbing her by the hair you yank her down onto her knees in front of you. You give the beast a few strokes and fucking drench your mother's face with a cascade of your hot sticky load. You growl, you howl, you bellow. Your creamy jizz streams down her face and hair and onto her massive bust. You let go and back away.

She melts and slumps against the front of the oven, dress hiked up and legs spread wide, a long low moan emanating from her. Looking around at the carnage you had wrought you slowly come to your senses. Did that just happen!? Your mother slumped before you, shirt ripped, covered in spunk, oil and grease on her hair and pubes, pots and spices and breakfast all over the formerly clean kitchen.

"Oh my god! Mom, are you okay?" You kneel down beside her. "I don't know what came over me! Are you okay?"

She just looks at you with happy satisfied eyes and strokes your chin. "Never better...never better..." You go to help her up but she whispers. "No, just give me a minute...just give me a minute...my big man. Ohhhhh..."

"I'll clean this up." You say. As you reach toward the plate you had knocked down.

"No...I'll do it." She reaches out weakly to stop you. "The man of the house doesn't need to do that...my big big man."

Jesus Christ! The procedure seemed to have some side effects to say the least. You were going to have to talk to Aunt Peg about this.