Walk in on her

In what was probably the stupidest, craziest, and ultimately luckiest decision of my life, I abruptly strode right into the bathroom, opened the shower, and stepped in right behind my mother—who was too caught up in her impending climax to hear the sounds of my arrival over the running water of the shower pounding against her face and breasts.

I wrapped my hands around my mother, one hand sliding across her slim, smooth belly, and the other boldly grasping one large, soft breast, as I pressed my body against her back, my rigid cock pressing right against her bare ass.

My mother’s body immediately stiffened in surprise—although not fear or shock, as I suspected she assumed in that first moment that it was my father who’d surprised her in the shower, and for a moment, I felt her pelvis shudder with the throes of the orgasm that was on the very cusp of arriving, staved off only by her sudden startled reaction.

Then she turned her head, and her eyes flew wide in utter shock. She began to try to say something, but the only thing that came out of her pretty pink lips was pure gibberish—partly out of her complete shock, and partly due to her body’s continued shivering and flexing, as she remained poised on the brink of coming.

Still riding high on my own delirious lust, not yet thinking at all about the consequences or even the true import of my actions, I slid my hand that had been on my mother’s belly down to her crotch, and placed it over her own hand which was still holding the plastic dildo inside of her.

“How about a real one?” I asked, the cheesy line sounding suave and smooth in my teenage mind.

My words seemed to break the spell over my mother. Her face became a mask of righteous anger, and her wordless stammering turned into incoherent shouting instead, as she began to struggle weakly in my embrace. She wasn’t able to really put much effort into getting free, between the wet shower floor and her body’s continued unsteadiness as it refused to switch gears along with her mind and pull back from the knife-edge of an orgasm.

Despite my usual reticence to put myself forward very much, especially when it came to girls, my overwhelming lust was driving me insatiably. Uncharacteristically, rather than allow my mother to pull free, I only held her more tightly, even using my left hand to grasp and fondle her big breasts more freely, despite her protests.

My mother had quickly pulled the plastic dildo out of herself and let it drop to the shower floor, no doubt wanting to distance herself from the experience, but that only provided me with an opening—literally. With my right hand, I pulled my mother’s crotch firmly back against my own, and pushed a finger inside her.

I’d never felt a pussy before, and my mother’s certainly felt wonderful: warm and wet and pulsing—I didn’t quite realize yet that a woman on the verge of an orgasm felt quite a bit different than most other times. My mother involuntarily stopped struggling and shouting and let out a groan, instead. Despite herself, her pussy was so filled with pleasure, so close to release, that the stimulation of my finger was overwhelming her more rational views on the situation.

After a few seconds of my feeling the outside and inside of my mother’s pussy, she began to come. I was amazed at the way her whole body flexed and stiffened, then relaxed and shivered in waves, while her pussy clenched at my finger urgently and a flow of warm liquid poured down around it. The orgasm lasted about a minute, then my mother’s body began to collapse weakly.

I quickly caught her up even more securely in my embrace. Between me being a bit on the tall side for an eighteen-year-old, and my mother being short, the easiest way to keep my suddenly weak-kneed mom from collapsing to the shower floor wound up being to simply pick her up.

Once I had my naked, quivering, still faintly moaning mom in my arms, I stood in place for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do next. It didn’t take long: my longing cock chose for me. My mother may have just come, but I hadn’t; I was still **** to fuck her.

I awkwardly kicked the shower tap off, then strode out of the stall with my mom still in my arms, and took her into the bedroom. Heedless of the fact that she was soaking wet, I lay my mother down on the bed, then lay down atop her naked body (I was pretty damp, but my mother had been in the way of the shower, so aside from the wetness that had transferred onto me from her own wet body, I wasn’t really too wet myself).

My mother’s eyes were closed tightly shut, and she was breathing hard and deep, causing her big breasts to rise and fall dramatically. The enticing motion drew my attention, so I placed one hand on my mother’s left breast and began to cup and knead the soft yet firm flesh. Aside from grasping them a few moments ago in the shower, and the through-the-bra experience with Melissa Grant’s much smaller titties last year, this was the first time I’d explored the feel of a woman’s breasts, and it was glorious!

After the initial overwhelming rush of delightful sensations settled down a bit, what I noticed most was how hard, tight, and swollen my mom’s nipples were. In fact, based on my glimpses through her pajamas over the last few years, they were quite different than usual. Although I’d never really seen the difference so strikingly in porn before, I knew enough to realize this was a signal that my mom was highly aroused—not too surprising, given the fact that she’d just had an orgasm, I supposed. Still, knowing that my mom was turned on while we lay naked together and I fondled her boobs was a huge turn-on for me, and a major confidence boost.

I leaned down and took mom’s right nipple directly into my mouth and began to suck on it, while continuing to massage her left breast. In response, my mother moaned softly and arched her back slightly. She may still have had her eyes shut tight, and not have said anything out loud, but I was now sure my mother was enjoying what I was doing, even if it was in spite of her better judgment.

As if to confirm my suspicious, I felt my mother’s crotch press up against my abdomen and begin to grind against my hip wetly. Mom was humping me!

That was a sure enough sign for me to lose all patience with foreplay. I slid upward, abandoning my suckling of my mom’s breast (albeit not my groping) and pressed my stiff cock against my mother’s spread crotch. The shaft pressed directly up against her vulva lengthwise, pressing against her clit (not that I realized the significance of this at the time) and making mom moan.

I expected that I would have to reach down to adjust myself in order to get inside mom’s pussy before I could actually fuck her, but to my slight surprise, mom was finally tempted beyond the point of passive acceptance: I felt my mom’s own hands firmly grasp my cock in order to pull it towards her slippery sex.

Unfortunately, after so much erotic stimulation, far beyond anything I’d ever experienced before, the instant I felt my mother’s warm, soft hands on my cock, it began to leap and flex, spurting cum into her palms and all over her thighs. It was by far the biggest load of jizz I’d ever shot, but it was also the most disappointing.

I began to pull away from my mom, more disappointed than I’d ever been in my life. In fact, for a few seconds, I was even close to tears. This had been the unbelievable, astonishing chance of a lifetime, surely never to be repeated, and I’d blown it—literally.

“Oh…! Don’t worry, sweetie,” my mom quickly reassured me—the first coherent words she’d spoken since I’d joined her in the shower. She had her eyes open now, and was looking at me with a strange and wonderful mixture of concern and lust I’d never before seen on an otherwise so-familiar face. Her hands kept a firm grip on my cock, and she began to massage and caress its slowly softening length. “It’s okay. You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I promise you’ll get hard again soon.”

I gaped at her in astonishment. Involuntarily letting herself go along with what I’d been doing to her was one thing, but this was on another level completely. I’d been about to give up, but now my mom was urging me to keep going, of her own free will. She wanted me to get it up again so I could fuck her! Whether for my sake, to save my wounded pride, or for her own, because I’d managed to make her horny enough, or both, there was no stopping us now.

I quickly bent back over my mom and resumed fondling and sucking her boobs. This time, she occasionally offered a simple word or two of encouragement or instruction to help me focus my attentions or modify my technique now and then. Meanwhile, she kept up her slippery handjob, using my own cum as lube.

Emboldened by her now-obvious complicity in what we were doing, I allowed one hand to slip down from my mother’s full breasts, and slide down between her legs. As I fondled her labia and occasionally delved into the warm, slippery depths of her pussy, my mother continued to make suggestions and corrections to help guide me to stimulate her as adeptly as possible. That was when I learned how to find and pleasure a woman’s clitoris, which made Mom buck her hips and moan urgently each time I flicked a fingertip over it or stroked the stiff nub with the hood of skin that surrounded it.

Soon I got into a nice rhythm, pushing my index and middle finger into my mom’s vagina while I rubbed her clit using my thumb and pressing down on her whole vulva with my palm. After a few minutes, Mom’s body started to tense up, and her hips began to buck upwards into my hand, while her own hand began to falter and fumble as she tried to keep stroking my dick—which as she’d predicted, was once again hard as a rock.

Deciding that it was clearly time to try again, I quickly straddled my mother again, withdrawing my hand (which caused Mom to briefly groan in frustration), and replacing it with my rigid prick. This time, I used my own hand to position it at Mom’s slick entrance, which was still gaping slightly open from where my two fingers had been until just a moment ago.

As soon as I felt the mushroom-head of my cock begin to nestle into her warm, wet folds, my hips instinctively lunged forward, and I suddenly found myself buried nine inches deep in my mother’s already hyper-stimulated cunt.

The feeling was incredible, far outshining anything I’d ever imagined while merely jerking off, even when I’d tried it with hand lotion warmed in the microwave (a trick Tim had suggested based on some locker-room rumors).

Mom, already right at the edge of another orgasm, came as soon as I was inside her. The sensations of her vagina flexing and squeezing around my shaft only added to the spectacular sensations of being inside her, and I nearly lost it again. Fortunately, I was able to maintain a bit of self-control this time around, and managed to resist the urge to cum.

Taking my cue from the most recent porn video Tim and I had watched, I lifted Mom’s heels and placed them atop my shoulders, then began to slide my cock in and out of her pussy—slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed and ****.

Evidently in some kind of wondrous state of hyper-orgasmic arousal, Mom was having a short, intense climax every three or four strokes of my cock into her pussy. She was gasping and moaning incessantly as her entire body shivered and flexed while her pussy was in a constant state of reflexive clenching and unclenching as it liberally gushed slick, warm fluid.

After five or six of Mom’s mini-orgasms, while I thrust my cock fiercely into the cunt from which I’d once emerged, causing her big breasts to bounce wildly atop her chest, I could no longer resist: a loud groan escaped my lips as my cock began to erupt once again. I stopped thrusting and simply pressed my body tightly into my mother’s as my dick pumped a load of cum straight into the depths of her vagina.

After my cock stopped spewing jizz into my mom, I started to slowly resume stroking its full length in and out of her pussy, while it slowly softened. Feeling a great deal more slick wetness than before, I looked down and saw my cum mingled with my mother’s fluids getting smeared all over both our crotches, thanks to the piston-like motions of my ever-softening shaft.

When my cock finally slipped out of my mother, I could see that it was very liberally smeared with both my cum and hers. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw it was the many images I’d seen in Tim’s porn where the girl would lick cum off the guy’s dick.

Mom had her eyes closed once again, and she was breathing slowly but deeply. Her expression was hard for me to read: I wasn’t sure if she was recovering from an intense orgasmic experience, or upset that I’d just cum inside her and on the verge of an outburst.

Deciding that either way, this was my last chance to try a bold move and just hope that I got away with it, I awkwardly crawled forward on the bed on my knees, and pressed my softened but still swollen, cum-covered cock right up against my mom’s mouth.

Her eyes flew open, and her lips parted in surprise. Whether she was willing and eager or shocked and aghast at the move, the parting of her lips gave me my opening—literally, again—and I didn’t wait to find out. I pushed my cock into my mom’s mouth.

My mom looked up to meet my gaze. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what her reaction was, but then I saw her distended lips curl in a slight, amused smile. A second later, I felt my mom’s tongue start to lick and slurp at my dick, while she raised one hand to grasp it around the base to steady herself, and push my balls back from her chin.

After a couple of minutes, Mom had licked my dick entirely clean of all the cum left on it—both mine and hers—and it had finally gone totally soft. Feeling sated and spent, I sat back on my heels, and Mom let go of my dick as it fell away from her face.

For a while, Mom just lay there on the bed, naked, her crotch and thighs covered in cum, saying nothing. Spurred by her silence, I began to talk myself, apologizing profusely for what I’d done. I explained that I didn’t know what had come over me, that it was like I was possessed, that my dick had taken over, that when I saw her naked in the shower, cramming that dildo into her pussy, I just couldn’t help myself.

Mom continued to simply say nothing. At first I wondered if she was merely toying with me, or torturing me, but from the troubled expression on her face, I soon realized that instead, she was simply too conflicted between her own feelings of lust and guilt to decide what to say.

“Mom…” I paused, bringing my babbling apologies to a conclusion and making a slow reversal, “I know you might be mad about the stuff I just did with you, but … well, I think it was really great, and I don’t wanna stop. I’m gonna fuck you again, Mom,” I declared. Between the shocking intention itself, and the uncharacteristic vulgar language, this made my mom’s eyes widen. “And if you try to stop me, I’ll … I’ll….” For a moment, I floundered. “I’ll tell Dad what happened!” I threatened. “I’ll tell him you were the one who wanted us to fuck.”

As soon as I’d made the threat, I half-regretted it. **** wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go forward with my mother. I just couldn’t accept the possibility that she’d refuse to allow a repeat of this spectacular, life-changing experience, and had felt like I’d had to ensure that she agreed.

Mom might not have been sure of how to respond to my apologies, but she didn’t hesitate to speak up when I mentioned telling Dad: “You can’t ever tell your father!” she insisted with uncharacteristic firmness. “We will absolutely never do this again,” she declared, “but you are not going to tell your father about any of it.”

I decided not to argue. Instead, I got off the bed, and went back into the bathroom, where I showered and put my swim trunks back on. Afterwards, I went out to the beach, passing Mom in the condo where she was putting clean sheets on the bed without a word. Despite not arguing the point with my mother, I was resolved to fuck her the very next chance I got. I’d realized that words were meaningless: she could argue or say anything when it was a hypothetical, future possibility, but once the time came, and it was a choice between fucking me again and letting my father find out, she would let me do whatever I wanted with her.