The obvious answer is fuck her

Once the front door closes behind Abbie, you cup your mother’s face in your hands and press your lips to hers. She opens her lips, inviting your tongue in, and moans in the back of her throat. You tease for a moment, dancing the tip of your tongue against hers, before pressing in deeper. Her legs wrap around your waist and pull you tight against her.

She pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily. “I’m so excited that this is finally happening. It’s been all I can think of,” she says as her hands glide down your shoulders and arms. She grabs your hands and presses them to her soft, round tits. You can feel her stiff nipples press into your palms. Your fingers curl, squeezing them lightly.

You bend your head down and lick her nipple, dragging your tongue slowly over it. She groans and arches her back to press her tit against your lapping tongue.

“Don’t make me wait anymore, Honey. I want your beautiful cock deep inside me,” she pleads. “I want to please you, make you happy. Take me any way you like.” She slides her hands between you and pushes down your boxers. Your hard cock presses against her mound.

Right here and now on the kitchen table feels like a good way to you, but you realize you left your condoms upstairs in your desk. “Are you on birth control?” you ask. You and your mother are rocking your hips in unison, grinding your shaft up and down over her pussy lips.

“I’m not, but it’s OK, you can still cum in me. I would love to have your baby,” she tells you with a look of yearning on her face. Her legs tighten around you.

“I’m not ready to be a dad,” you say, “and if you got pregnant, it would raise some awkward questions.”

Your mom’s humping against you grows more intense. “I know, Honey, you’re right. I just love the idea of giving you a son or daughter. You’d be such a wonderful dad.”

You pull her legs from around your waist and kiss her softly. “For now though, let’s go upstairs and get a condom, then we can go to your bed where it’s more comfortable.”

“Anything you say, Davey,” she agrees. “You’re the man of the house.” She slides off the edge of the table and kisses your bare chest.

You kick away the underwear and jeans around your ankles and lead your mother upstairs, both of you naked. At the top of the stairs, you tell her, “Go wait for me in bed,” and give her ass a little swat to send her on her way.

She giggles and scampers to her bedroom, which you remember is your bedroom now. Fuck, you realize it could be everyone’s bedroom now, where you sleep between your mother and Abbie every night. Your cock twitches and drools precum at that thought.

When you grab the condoms from your desk drawer, you glance at your computer. You can’t help thinking how much that magic website has changed your life. You really should check out the other spells on it. Right now though, your mother is waiting for you. You move quickly to the master bedroom.

When you step in, you find your mom on her side in the middle of the bed facing you. “How do you want me?” she asks. “Any position, any hole, anything you want, I want to do it for you.”

You climb onto the bed and sit next to her. “I’d like to lay back and let you ride my cock,” you tell her. You tear open the condom wrapper and start to roll it down onto your hard dick.

Your mom watches curiously. “I’ve never actually used one of those,” she tells you. “I wonder how it feels.”

You slide your hand over her naked body, stroking her shoulder, down over the curve of her breast, then her hip. “Never? I thought you had a torrid sex life,” you respond.

She leans closer and her fingers close around your now latex-covered shaft. She strokes slowly. “There was only one man though, and he mostly wanted to knock me up,” she says. She gets up on her hands and knees and crawls over you as you lay back on the pillows.

“So, my dad was the only man you, um, were ever with?” you ask.

“He was. After him, I wasn’t very interested in men. I had my fill of being used and abandoned. I concentrated on raising you and your sister,” she straddles you and guides the head of your cock to her entrance. Then she slowly lowers herself. The warm confine of her pussy envelops your hard shaft bit by bit. Her head lolls back and she moans, “Ohh…ohh…ohhhhhhhhhhh…” as she settles down to the root of your cock. She sits still for a moment as you both enjoy the feeling.

Your mom rests her hands on your chest and looks down into your eyes, then starts to ride up and down on your cock. Her breath comes in quick, shallow pants. You grip her thighs and feel them flexing under your fingers as she raises and lowers herself. Soon after you touch her there, she drives down on you. Her fingers curl into fists on your chest. Her cunt spasms and clenches on your shaft, and your cock and balls are flooded by her gushing juices. “OHHH Fuuuuuck…” she almost shouts as her body tenses and convulses.

As soon as her orgasm subsides, she starts pumping up and down faster on your cock. “Yes,yes,yes,yes…” she grunts out over and over each time she rocks down onto you. Through it all, her eyes stay locked on your face. “Oh. Davey. I. Love. You. So. Much. Need. You. So. Much!” Each of her words is punctuated by her slapping down against your crotch.

You lie back and watch your mother fucking herself so enthusiastically on your hard cock. Her big, pale breasts bouncing and jiggling in front of you. Your cock flexes and twitches inside her. You don’t think you can hold out much longer. You move your hands from her thighs to her tits and knead them.

She lets out a keening wail and slams down on your crotch again. Her pussy gushes as it clamps down on your cock. The rest of her body locks up and shivers. It sends you over the edge. Your cock erupts and you make short, stabbing thrusts up, trying to push even deeper inside her as you cum.

You let your body relax and your mother collapses forward, laying down on your chest. Your sweat-sheened bodies press together. You stroke your hand up and down her bare back, but otherwise, you are both still, just breathing.

“Thank you, Honey. Thank you so much,” your mom murmurs low. “I needed you so bad. It’s been so long.” She kisses and licks your chest, tasting your salty skin.

You wrap an arm around her. Your other hand strokes her soft hair. “That was amazing,” you tell her. She nuzzles against the side of your neck.

“It’s hard to believe you didn’t find another man,” you say. “I’m sure there were tons of them who wanted you, you could have had your pick.”

“Like I told you, I was done with men, and women too, I guess. I wanted to be a mom, not a slut anymore.” She nips your neck. “I’m so ready to be a slut again for you though,” she giggles.

“You didn’t miss this, though? Fucking? It’s so…” you trail off. You can’t even express how good it was for you with her, and with Abbie. “I can’t imagine giving it up for that long.”

“It is amazing — with the right person, Honey. You’re my right person,” she says softly. “I didn’t miss it that much while I was taking care of you and Abbie, and I had dreams when I needed them.”

You laugh, “I’ve had sex dreams, too, Mom. Now I know that none of them are anywhere near as good as reality.”

She laughs with you. “Mine certainly aren’t as good as you in real life, but they were enough. The only worthwhile thing your father left me with, other than you kids, was lucid dreaming. I can make my dreams whatever I want, and remember them in detail when I wake up. They’re almost as good as the real thing.”

“Wow, that sounds pretty wild,” you say. “Tell me how you learned to do that.”

Your mother gasps, she bites her lip. “You want me to tell you?” she says in a quiet, **** voice. “I… your father could go into my dreams. He did it over and over. Until I started to learn to know when I was dreaming. Then I could control and remember them.”

“How could he do that?” you ask. You had never been curious about your father before. You had never known him, and growing up with just your mom and sister was normal for you. You just knew he had left your mom before you were born, and she didn’t like to talk about him. This was an unusual bit of information about the man though, and it piqued your curiosity.

“I never wanted to tell you about that.” she mewled, shaking her head. “Wanted to protect you and Abbie.” You can feel her body tensing on top of you.

“I’m not a little kid anymore, Mom. You don’t have to protect me,” you say as you caress her cheek. “Tell me.”

She nods and relaxes, giving in to your insistence. “He would cast a spell to enter my dreams. Your father could do magic. I didn’t want you to know. I never want you to try it. It was terrible what it did to him. He was corrupted by the power — arrogant and narcissistic. I don’t want that to happen to you or Abbie, so I never told you anything about him. I didn’t want either of you to ever try to use magic. But… when you asked — when I knew you wanted to know, I realized that you had the right to know about it.”

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