Waking up in the barn

It’s surprisingly comfortable waking up on a layer of soft straw and hay. Grey morning light filters through the wooden slats of the barn walls and you look over to see the naked, curvy form of your still sleeping mother. Somehow the two of you had detached from each other in the night. She is on her side, back and ass facing you, and you see the dried rivulets of excess cum that spilled from her pussy last night. You lean over to pick some off the straw stuck to her still sticky body. There was a murmur and your mother rolls onto her back, those magnificent tits of her swaying into view. She squints up at you watching her and she smiles, freckled nose wrinkling.

“Good morning, Jon,” she says, then clears her throat voice since it’s little hoarse due to just waking up.

“Mornin, mom,” you say as she shuffles and sidles into your side. Her hand slips down past your stomach, brushing your abs idly in their search before she grabs onto the base of your flaccid cock. Gently your mother starts giving it some wake up tugs, and you feel her lips on your neck. Her loving nuzzles while she jerks your rapidly stiffening meat make for a very warm mood in the barn. You look down at her naked body, pressed up against you needily, heavy tits smushed pleasantly into your side. Your right arm is under her, your hand holding onto her ass that you give a gentle squeeze to when she grips onto your engorging erection. Before your arm can get numb she uses your dick for leverage and pulls herself up, smearing her warm tits across your chest as she straddles you.

Looking up at this mother goddess, her hair halo’d around the edges by the dawning sunlight, boobs hanging wonderfully, her hand stroking your cock, you feel a mixture of unconditional love for your mother, and an uncontrollable lust. You see in her eyes the same incestuous need and desire for her son, and she starts to grind on your shaft, rolling her hips forward and using her hand to press your flesh against her heated pussy.

The teasing is incredible, feeling her wetness seeping back out to coat your skin, even if you’d been guts deep in the woman all night the previous night. You can’t wait to get back into her greedy cunt. No words are exchanged as she rises up on her knees, letting the sunlight peak through her legs momentarily, her parting lips glistening as she guides the head of your cock home. Your mother keeps her eyes locked with yours as she plugs you up into her. Gratuitous. Taboo. Perfectly natural. The opened lipped smile she sighs out of as you fulfil her depths sends shivers through you, or maybe it’s just the velvety wet smoothness of her cunt that does it. You realise that this is never going to get old. Fucking your mom is going to be ace, every single fucking time.

“Three days,” she tells you, leaning in close so that her nose almost touches yours. You feel her weight on your cock as she pushes you in deeper. “About three days of this… of my boy’s wonderful cock…” she continues, starting to slowly ride her son and taking much delight in the vaguely puzzled look of bliss on your face. “Three days of you cumming inside your mother… should get me started…” She grabs your wrists and makes your grab her tits. Your grip is instinctive and all the softness between your fingers and wrapped around your cock is absolute heaven. “Three days of you painting my insides with hot jizz should get my milk flowing.”

Oh right yes. That was the point of this. It wasn’t just a son fucking his mother for the fun of it. It was for a purpose. A personal… weird… obscene and deviant purpose… but it seemed like a worthwhile pursuit right now.

“You still want my milk right, Jon? Mommy’s milk?” she asks you coyly, which is quite a question to pose while she fucks your hard cock with luxuriant patience. She’s giving every thick inch of you a nice long stroke with her tightly wound insides, and the quiet squelching of her drenched cunt provides a perfectly perverse background noise.

“I do, mom,” you reply, though it’s mostly a groan when you speak. “I’m gonna make you my personal cow slut…” Now you grit your teeth as the conversation serves to hasten your climax. You feel that hot load your mother is so keen on getting itself ready on the boiler, bubbling dangerously quickly.

“Good boy,” she smiles, giving you a kiss like a reward. Her tongue enters your mouth briefly, the taste of her saliva so sweet and intoxicating. “So for three days then, son,” she instructs breathily. “Every morning before your morning chores. You fuck your mother. And give her your cum.”

You nod, staring up at her beautiful face. It’s flushed pink with love and lust, the most angelic whore you’ve ever seen and she’s your mother. Her pussy is crushing and you feel her light spasms around your cock, the mini orgasms she gets as she turns herself on with her own dirty talk.

“Mnn… and after your morning chores… you find your mother. And you fuck her. And put a hot...load of cum… in her…mmm!” she moans, pressing her forehead against you now. You feel her sweat dripping on your cheeks, her pussy leaking down to your balls.

“Then … then… after your… afternoon work… find me… fuck me… cum… fill me with cum…” she manages, sucking in breaths as she rides you, still at an even pace but her rocking is more frantic and the clinches around your cock grow more frequent and tighter. “And-and-and..nnnnn! And at night… before...you go to bed… we fuck… we until I’m full… until mom is full of your cum...ahnn..okay? Baby? Ahhh…. Fuck me and fill me! Fill mommy’s cunt! Please! AHH!!!”

She can’t handle it any more, her own words, her imagination, the anticipation of what lies in her future, the possibilities, and she succumbs to her needs. She clamps down onto your iron, throbbing cock and screams. Her pulsing orgasm is almost like a feedback wave around your dick and on the third pulse you can’t hold it any longer either. Your morning load erupts inside your mother as she continues to shake on top of you. She wails joyfully, her head thrown back, her tits jiggling, her hips still grinding your crotch while she convulses on top of each spurt you fire into her. Each jet you pump into her makes you gulp for breath it feels so amazing, and god can the woman milk a cock. She obviously intends to drain her son dry and you let her, your mother’s body soaking up every potent ounce of jizz you inject straight into that cunt.

Finally, after what feels like an hour that was still too short, your mother collapses on top of you. Both of you are quiet for a minute, feeling each other’s heated bodies cooling and pulses slowing.

“I need to go make breakfast,” she grumbles breathlessly. She does, but she still doesn’t want to move yet. You don’t either. Still catching your breaths you decide to keep her on top of you, and make out for a few minutes. As you taste your mother’s tongue you occasionally flex your still stiff cock that’s still plugged inside of her. It makes her moan each time, breaking the kiss momentarily, but she returns to it more eager each time, giggling as she presses her lips against yours. Breakfast might be a little late.