Mother Dear

They both knew what would come next. However, they took their time walking through the house to the bedroom. They were both aroused beyond reason. And yet, even as he walked beside his mother, Thomas felt energized. Their bodies seemed to press up against each other, almost like magnets.

Miranda led her son to her room. There was a small lamp that illuminated the small space from the hall. The walls and bedding were covered in a white and light blue color scheme.

Miranda pushed her son onto the bed. She stood before him, her body glistening with sweat. She had the look of someone ready to give herself completely to whatever her lover wanted. Thomas was mesmerized. Her breasts bounced free. Her nipples were erect, and Thomas could tell that she only had one thing on her mind. She sat down on the bed across from him, her mature and lithe form stretching out. Her legs opened wide and spread apart, and her lips parted. She looked like the most sensual woman in the world to Thomas.

He reached forward. As he rubbed along her flesh, he could feel his mother shudder. She gasped as he teased her. He brought his hand between her legs, and he could feel her heat emanating from her. She was soaking wet. The sounds of pleasure escaped from her.

“Are you wet for me?” Thomas asked.

His mother moaned.

“I…I am,” she said.

“What do you want?”

“Please, please fuck me,” she said, a pleading tone to her voice.

Thomas smiled to himself. This was going to be fun. He positioned himself above his mother and began to slide his cock inside of her. She felt incredibly tight, and Thomas had to push several times to get himself fully buried within her. Miranda gripped the sheets underneath her as Thomas began to thrust into her. He couldn’t help but moan as he felt his mother squeeze him tighter than he remembered. After several minutes, he felt his mother begin to tighten further around him.

“Oh god,” Thomas grunted, as he felt his mother cumming around his cock.

"Oh my god, Thomas! You're incredible! Why have I wasted so much time!" She cried out before falling back into her pillow. Thomas continued to thrust inside of her, knowing that he was going to cum soon. His hips were bucking wildly. He felt his mother gripping him tightly, and he knew that she had just experienced an orgasm of her own.

"Your father was never that good," Miranda said as she pushed Thomas onto his back. "He could never make me cum this quickly!"

Miranda pushed her son back as she recovered from her orgasm. She straddled Thomas, and then slowly began to ride him.

"This is better," she breathed. "I don't care about your father anymore. I'd rather spend my time with you."

Thomas reached up and kissed his mother passionately. When they broke apart, she said, "God, I love you so much."

Thomas grinned, "I love you too. Now, fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it!"

Miranda leaned forward and began to ride him harder. As she did, she looked straight down into his eyes.

"Look at me," she begged, "Watch me fuck you. Fuck me like your father never could!"

It wasn't long before Thomas felt his balls tingle, and then they tightened.

"No wonder your sister couldn't resist you!" Miranda shouted. "Fuck me, Thomas! Fuck me until we both cum!"

Her words seemed to excite him even more. His mother was doing everything that she had ever dreamed of doing with her husband. And now, she was doing it with her son. He watched her breasts rise and fall as she willingly fucked him. Miranda felt her orgasm approaching quickly. Her entire body tensed as her pussy clamped tightly around her son's cock.

"Yes!" She cried out. "Yes! I'm cumming again!"

Thomas felt his mother's muscles squeezing around him like a vice. He felt the first hot spurts of jizz shooting into his mother. He felt his orgasm building, and he began to shoot his load deep within her. He watched as his mother's eyes rolled back in her head.

"Fuck yes!" She said. "Fill me up!"

The two orgasms had left them panting heavily. They fell onto the bed together, exhausted.

Thomas was surprised when his mother cuddled up to him.

"Baby," she whispered. "I love you so much."

***

Thomas awoke feeling a sense of dread. He hadn't been expecting this. He had fallen asleep. He glanced at a clock. He had only been out for a few minutes. Thomas quickly threw on a pair of boxers and a shirt, and then he made his way downstairs. He stopped short as he saw his mother leaning against the counter, sipping a glass of wine.

"Hey," Thomas said, "you shouldn't drink. It'll make you horny."

"I don't think this will have that effect on me right now, dear," Miranda said playfully. "What happened?"

"I'd rather talk to you about something else," he replied.

"You can tell me anything, Thomas." She replied.

"I don't know how to put this," he began, "but I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About not wanting my father to touch you anymore."

Miranda turned her head and gazed at her son.

"And what did you decide?"

Thomas shook his head. "I decided that there's nothing wrong with that.n Now we're fucking. I think that makes perfect sense. You belong to me now, as my sister does too."

Miranda smiled slightly at her son, and then she reached out and held his hand.

"Thank you, Thomas. You're a wonderful young man. I hope that you know that I love you very much."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you too."

"Now go wash up. You smell like sex." She joked.