Making up with his Mother

Jack spent the rest of the day gathering wood, returning home with an armful of his work as the sun was about to set. He could smell the two small potatoes she was baking inside their tiny hearth and felt a warmth in his chest along with the grumble in his stomach. His mother still didn’t look at him as he set the firewood onto the pile.

They sat in silence as they ate the plain, starchy potatoes, and Jack let his mother use the last of Sour Cow’s butter, hoping to earn back a few points. It did, at least enough for her to start speaking to him again after the inadequate meal was finished.

“So… tell me what happened today?” the mother asked, as if starting a normal conversation about the day with her son. Jack wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it, but felt like he owed the woman who birthed him and raised him an explanation.

“She was by the side of the road about an hour into town,” he began. “She offered me some magic beans for the cow and… I stupidly traded them to her.”

Jack’s mother waited patiently, because she knew there had to be more to the story. Jack looked up, sheepish. His mother, who was still beautiful in her disheveled appearance,had a light in her eyes that he didn’t want to dim. He sighed. “I knew the beans weren’t magic,” he admitted. “The woman… she also… sucked me off.”

The words came out in a stutter, but were clear when they landed in her ears, and Jack’s mom closed her eyes for few seconds.

“Of course,” she sighed.

“She was really hot,” Jack added, for some reason picking up a metaphorical shovel as if this six feet deep hole could stand to go a bit deeper. “Like she must have worked in a really high class, fancy brothel or something.”

“One that pays in magic beans huh?” his mother quipped, and Jack fell to an embarrassed silence. They were both quiet for a moment, the dying candle flickering shadows between them.

“Was she good?” she asked, and Jack’s eyebrows were raised. He shrugged, but saw his mother’s face.

“She was… really good, actually,” he then said, to which his mom reacted to with a frown. It was a challenge.

“Better than me?”

“Maybe,” smirked Jack, giving another noncommittal shrug which his mother found infuriating. “She took me all the way down her throat,” he went on, much to her dismay. “God it felt good, fucking her face…”

“Pants off,” Jack’s mother demanded, and after a momentary pause he grinned, doing as he was told and getting to his knees on the bed. Seeing her son’s thickening erection, the widowed Mrs Hoff found herself drooling. She smelled his sweat and that comforting pungency wafting out of his crotch. She felt her own tingling between her thighs but ignored it as she reached down to hold her son’s cock. “You think some bean peddling whore is better than your own mother?” she groused, leaning forward as she stroked that stiffening dick, licking her lips.

“She was fantastic,” Jack sneered, grinning as he watched his mothers angry eyes dart up to him then refocus with intent on his cock. She dove him, latching her mouth to his balls, his shaft pressing into her nose. She moaned, breathing in his heady stench, that mouth watering aroma that was so distinctly her own flesh and blood boy. She imagined a hint of that other woman’s taste on his skin and couldn’t stand it. She had to rid her son of it. He should only taste of him, and of his own mother.

Jack’s head rolled back as he enjoyed the exploring tongue lapping at his junk. His mother seemed feverish, being extremely thorough, tasting every taut inch of him and every loose wrinkle of his balls. He put his hand through her hair, caressing his mother as she worshiped his cock like the slut she had trained her to be. Gertrude couldn’t help herself, her body aching with desire the more of her son she absorbed through her nostrils and swallowed off her tongue. Her son’s cock was completed coated in her saliva now, but that wasn’t enough. She need to consume him. He needed to feel the back of her throat.

Lapping up the entire length of his delicious cock, Jack’s mother paid special attention to the precious crown, slurping up his free flowing precum needily. Her lips became sealed around the tip of his cock, her tongue still working his tiny oozing slit, making Jack shiver as she suckled at him like he loved to do to her tits. His mother acting such the attentive whore eased away all of his worries and embarrassment from the day. He ground his hips forward into the receptive, welcoming fuck hole that was his mom’s mouth. Dribble was pushed out and down her chin as he made her bob. She got halfway, moaning with effort and arousal, those lips tight around his engorged shaft.

“That’s it, mom,” he said, encouragingly, stroking her cheek, urging her to swallow more of his flesh. Gertrude squeezed her eyes shut and tried to squeeze more of him down her throat with each testing thrust. Her chest felt hot, her nipples diamond hard. To feel Jack so cramped in her airways was dizzying for multiple reasons. She was rubbing her soaked pussy beneath that ragged schmock. Tears streaming down her cheeks she looked up at her son, saw the fire in his eyes as he **** inch after **** inch upon her. He was filling her completely, blocking her throat, trapping the air and saliva. “There we go,” grunted her son finally, as he slid in the last of his thick length and her nose became buried in his pubes.

Gertrude was unable to breathe and unable to move, but she didn’t care. Her lungs were screaming, her brain trying to work any part of her body, but all she could feel was his throbbing, suffocating heat in the throat and the pulsing, twitching need between her thighs. Just before she could completely blackout Jack unsheathed his dick in one smooth motion. His mother collapsed into a spluttering heap between his legs, Jack grinning as his iron hard rod bobbled in the air, gooey spit dripping down his shaft, his balls, onto the back of his mother’s head. He grabbed her by the hair close to the scalp, lifting the oxygen deprived woman’s face off the soaked sheets. She could barely focus her eyes, drool still running down her chin as she gasped for air. “You took it all the way,” her son said with a smile. It was the first time, and pride bloomed in his mother’s chest. She coughed wetly. Jack had to kiss the woman, slurping up her spit as he shared his own, his mother melting against him. She had almost passed out from the effort, but now that she could breathe again her body was reawakening and she mewled feeling her sons fingers explore her leaking slit. “Let’s put you to bed then,” said Jack and he scooped an arm under his mother’s butt and put her on her back. That dirty gown was pulled up all the way to her chin and he once again marvelled at the lovely shape of his mother. He ran a hand down between those big, heavy breasts, along that slight pudge of her stomach, dragged his fingers through her dark, wiry pubic hair. He took her clit between two knuckles, pulled and made his mother moan for him, her knees buckling. She was oozing her motherly grool freely into the sheets, and with his already spit slick cock it was effortless to slide into his mom’s wanton cunt.

“Jaaaack…” she hissed, her eyes and head rolling back. His thickness was always so unexpected, even if she had just experienced it stretching her throat. Her pussy would always squeeze down at first, perhaps instinctively, knowing that such incestuous intrusions should not be tolerated. It felt so good. She loved the way her son bulged inside her. She loved to feel him flush against her mound, his hair tangling into hers. Her son was kissing her again and she mouthed at his lips uselessly. She was shivering with need, the sensation of him keeping that hot cock completely stuffed inside her almost enough to set her off. Then he started to thrust and she cried out into his mouth. She wanted to tell her son to fuck her while he fucked her, but was unable to form words. Only carnal, animal noises escaped her lips as that magnificent boy of hers rutted against her faster and faster. She had to settle for screaming for him in her mind. Yes Jack! Fuck me! You’re my good son! My perfect boy with your perfect cock! Fuck your mother! Yes! Fuck me like this every day! I’m gonna cum on your cock, Jack! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!

Jack groaned, feeling his mother clamp down on his cock, and he let himself loose immediately. He considered prolonging things, perhaps make his mother climax multiple times first, but honestly he just couldn’t hold out any longer. Flooding her chambers he kept pushing himself down and deep into her. She squirmed beneath him, writhing in fulfilling ecstasy as her son’s cock pumped spray after of spray of sperm up her spasming cunt. His head was buried between her bouncing tits and she loved feeling his continuing groan vibrate through her chest. A few more pulses left the mother full of her son’s seed and they both relaxed into a sweaty, incestous pile of flesh.

In feverish dreams Gertrude could still feel her son’s cock inside her. The thing did eventually slip out as they rolled away from each other, but the cramped bed meant the two were almost always skin to skin whatever position they were in. The mother’s mind played back memories of her baby son feeding from her breasts. She remembered the feeling of milk flowing from her tits, then came the familiar wetness between her legs and now her imagination had her full grown son pawing at her tits like an animal, biting and chewing at her nipples, her cunt gushing. She would forget the dream as soon as she awoke, but in the bed she writhed, thighs rubbing together, unconsciously orgasming to further thoughts of her son inside her.