Unfinished Business

You decide to put off calling your prospective "hires" for three reasons. One, it's still early afternoon and they may not be free right now. Two, you want to test the limits of your control. And three, you want to fuck your mother.

“Mom, don’t wear any clothes when you’re in this house. You may stop sucking to respond,” you say.

“What! John Doe, what makes you think you get to tell me what I can wear, young man!”

Ah, a Limit. But … ?

“Well,” you hastily explain, “considering that I’m going to want to fuck you pretty often, it seems to me that it would be easier for everyone involved if you were just always naked and available to me. It just seems more practical.”

“Oh. Wellll ….” You watch your mother struggle, weighing her non-sexual autonomy against your sexual rights.

There are moments when a World teeters on the precipice of history, delicately balanced between its current course and a new, radically different one. Perhaps one that wasn’t envisioned by anyone, even those who thought they were shaping its course. The weight of future History looks on, holding its breath. And then…

“... I … think that makes sense, John,” Erin says, slowly nodding. “Help me get rid of these clothes,” she says as she returns to sucking your cock.

Jackpot.

Your financial worries mitigated, for the time being, at least, you decide to get on with the day’s work. Step one, breeding mom.

“Here, come sit down on my dick until I knock you up, Mom.” You can’t exactly claim expertise here, but you’re suddenly enveloped in the wettest pussy you can possibly imagine.

“Ah! Yes! Please, John. Give me it. Give me your baBYYY!”

“Jesus, Mom, you’re coming already?”

“YES, baby! YesssSSSSsss!”

Clearly Erin must have been on edge for some ti-

“Mom, did you come while you were sucking me?”

“No! Honey, you told me you needed to think hard about something and I should just suck your cock.”

“So you didn’t come because you thought it might bother me?” You up the pace of your thrusting into your mother, who’s riding you in your lap and leaning back into you for support. What an obedient slut - and good sluts deserve rewards. You lean in to your mother’s ear, while snaking your hands around her body. Your right hand seeks out her clit, while your left starts kneading a breast. As you attack her button and pinch her nipple, you whisper in her ear, “Good Girl.”

Your attack yields immediate results. As your mother’s pussy spasms around your length, you nibble her ear and continue, “Good Girls get rewards.” You grin as a truly wicked idea crosses your mind. The thought of it alone is enough to push you perilously close to the edge.

“New rule, Mother. You will ...guh ... keep yourself ready for me … hah … whenever you are awake. Any time I lay … gah! ... eyes on you inside the house … oof … I expect you to be wet for me. Clear?”

When Erin fails to respond immediately, I **** myself to stop fucking upwards into her.

“Yes! Anything you say! Just fuck meeee!”

“Good. But,” you say, punctuating your caveat with a particularly hard thrust, “you MAY NOT come unless my cum is inside you. Or you Won’t. Get. My. Cock.”

“Yes! Okay! Then come in me now because I need to cuuUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMmm,” she bellows as you release into her the moment your mother agrees to be your cumslut. Each rope you shoot into her womb induces a shudder as your mother rides her third orgasm of the last quarter-hour. After your sixth jet, and a couple extra dribbles wrung out of you by her spasming pussy, you pull yourself out of your mother with a pop and watch the combination of your cum and your mother’s juices start to dribble out of her swollen lips.

“Go take care of Dana, Mom. I have some phone calls I need to make.”