Breaking her in

You got up early the next day. You couldn't wait to stick it to your mom. Or in her. She was asleep in her room. You crept in silently and found her lying on her bed, on her stomach, with her face tilted left off to the side. She looked so peaceful. You were already hard. You had been since you got up. The sunlight that would have shone onto her face was blocked by the shadow of your cock. You bent your knees and stuck it just underneath her nose. She breathed in and started to stir. She wasn't waking up, but her dreams were becoming more vivid. She was talking in her sleep.

"John? Is that you? You want mommy to what? Suck your cock while you do your entrance exam for college? In front of all the other students? I couldn't possibly... It would help you concentrate? Okay..."

She opened her mouth to the dick she was dreaming of. Your dick. Her imagination had been sparked simply by smelling you and her dreams seemed to be any old excuse just to have sex with you. Was your mom always this much of a slut? Or was she getting cabin fever after being locked up with you for so long? Either way, you took the opportunity and slid your rod between her eager lips.

She moaned in her sleep, which tingled your cock in just the right way. You moved your hips forward, slowly pushing into her inch by inch. Her tongue struggled to fit around your invading length and stimulate you at the Johne time.

"No' sho deep, baby. Mommy wu gag."

"Then gag, Bitch. You want your son's cock in your throat? Then deal with it," you whisper.

"Yesh honey... I - MMPH"

She really did gag. Just as you got balls deep too. The sudden **** sensation woke her up, and her panicked eyes refocused on the thing prying open her warm mouth. You.

"Shweetie, whu?"

"Good morning, mom. I'm giving you a healthy start to the day. Nothing like being casually used in your sleep to get you all warmed up, huh?"

You took the opportunity to thrust into her mouth while she worked it out. Then realisation flickered across her face and her whole body shuddered.

"Yesh... Mmm... You taste sho goo, baby."

Now that she was fully conscious she put her full attention into focusing on your dick. She drove her head forward until your cock knocked at the back of her throat.

"Yes, just like that," you said. You reached back and gave her a smack on her ass. Even under the covers you could see it wiggle, it was so big.

"How did you even get an ass like that mom? It was made to be fucked." The only answer you received was a muffled moan.

"Don't answer that," you muttered as you plunged into her mouth. After a little while longer you grabbed her hair and pulled her off your dick.

"How about you make us breakfast?"

"But you haven't cum yet, sweetie..."

"That's not necessary. I just need to keep us hot and bothered all day, right?"

"Yes... Yes, I suppose so."

She got up and sullenly shuffled off to the kitchen. You took a seat at the counter and watched her while stroking your dick. She was whipping up some eggs and bacon. As she reached for the breadbox she saw your arm moving under the counter and she bit her lip.

"Dear, are you... Do you need to do that in front me?"

"Who else am I going to jerk off to?" you asked.

"Yes, but it makes me horny."

"That's the idea," you said. "It's good for the body, remember? We'll have plenty of time to just edge on the brink of release for the rest of the quarantine. However many months that might be."

She almost keeled over just thinking about it.

"But... Honey, what about you? Don't you need to cum?"

You wrinkled your nose at her scandalous question.

"Mom! Me, cum? What about the virus? The safest thing we can do is stay turned on."

She nodded but she was clearly struggling to accept your answer. Just as planned. You washed your hands and sat down to a silent breakfast. The only sounds came from your plates, or from your mother's thighs, which she kept squeezing together. After you both finished your meal it was time to wash up. She put on her apron and gloves - one of the few types of clothes she wore now - and got to work. You came up behind her and hugged her waist.

"Ah! John! You gave me a shock."

"Feeling a bit sensitive, are we?"

"Very," she said.

You explored her body, running your hands up and down. You squeezed her firm tits, and tweaked her nipples. Her tight belly got some attention too, but you didn't go below it - you wanted to keep her on edge. Instead of her pussy, her ass got the most love. It was so big and yet so smooth. A true bubble butt, pumped up to its limits. How wasn't she bumping into things all the time? She must be used to it after all these years, you figured. You relished the little whimpers and squeaks she made as you played with her slender form. She grabbed your hands and moved them towards her crotch, but you wouldn't let her touch it.

"Don't mind me," you said. "Keep doing what you're doing. I'm just making sure I stay warmed up... You really help me with that."

"But, honey. I..."

"What?"

"Please touch me down there."

"Where?"

"My pussy! Please, John!"

"But why?"

"I need to cum!"

You pretended to be shocked.

"You want your own son to make you cum, mom?"

"I... I do. I'm so ashamed but I do. I know you're doing this to keep me healthy but I have needs. I'll go crazy if I can't get off, John!"

"I never realised my own mother was so dirty. Lusting after her own flesh and blood. If I do this for you, there's no turning back. This won't be because of some virus. It'll be your son fingering your pussy because you're too horny to act like a proper mother."

She leaned back into you and moaned. Her words had been reduced to mere gasps.

"Please forgive me, dear. I can't help it. I need you to touch me. I can't take being on edge for months. I just can't! I want you to finger me. Fuck me. Use me. Anything, just let me cum!"

You drove your fingers between her folds and massaged her clit. She didn't last long - not after being teased as much as that. She screamed up at the ceiling and collapsed back against your body. You guided her back down to earth with gentle caresses.

"Thank you, baby... Wait, what are you doing?"

Once she had got her breath back, you bent her over the sink.

"Now it's my turn," you said.

She said she was sensitive. She said it wasn't good for your body. You told her it didn't matter. She had made her choice to give her body to you, for you to use whenever and wherever. Even if you came inside her and knocked her up, she'd agreed to it all. She gasped and nodded. She admitted it. She had given you control. It was up to you. It was also your choice which hole you'd use. You'd already used her mouth and her pussy. This time you opted for her ass. She asked for lube, so you told her to open the cupboard on the left hand side. You'd left a bottle there for just such an occasion.

"Were you planning this, John?"

"Ever since she'd given you her pussy on the roof," you told her. You knew she'd break. She wanted it. Her asshole felt very different to her cunt as you entered it. Different, but good. Tighter. She was unfamiliar with anal. It was warm, but not as slippery. There was no natural wetness to help you out. Instead her anal walls held tight around you like vice. You told her to breathe deeply and relax. When she'd ask for more lube or for you to stop moving, you'd oblige. You were happy to see her taking part in her own degradation.

Bit by bit you worked yourself inside her till she had taken every inch you had to offer. There was no going back now, you breathed into her ear. You had claimed each of her holes for yourself. She belonged to you. She pushed her hips back, thrusting herself onto your thick cock.

"I'm yours. Mommy belongs to you, sweetie. Fuck my ass. Cum inside me."

You rammed into her, timing your thrusts with her hips. You were fucking her, and she was fucking you. It was a match made in incestuous heaven. She was moaning in short, sharp bursts. You knew this was it, so you grabbed her short black hair and pulled her head back. From the side you could see her eyes roll back as you rammed inside of her one last time. She cried out in ecstasy and spasmed in your arms. You filled her up, marking her from within.

You stood there for some time. She was slumped over the kitchen bench in a post-orgasmic high. You waited till you were fully soft then slipped out of her. One smack on the ass later and she looked back at you.

"Good job, mom. Clean yourself up and have a rest. You've earned it."

"Yes, dear," she said.