Afternoon Delight with Mom

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful.

I did approach Haruna and with my natural confidence and that born of my power I had a short little conversation with her. At the end of it, I told her she shouldn’t wear clothes for gym class tomorrow. I could tell she was both embarrassed and honored by it and I definitely got some friend points.

I overheard the gaggle of girls around Lala at one point asking about her tail. This was to my interest so I hung around to hear the beautiful pinkette explaining that it was an accessory from the- and I quote, “-from the more technologically advanced nation-state with economic and military hegemony on the opposite hemisphere.” So that was the story she was going with and okay, but that still sounded like something a clueless alien would say. I was actually pretty sure my country was just as advanced or even more advanced when it came to robotics but whatever. Lala assured them she would get some fashionable tails for everyone who wanted one.

So nothing all too exciting occurred and eventually I headed home.

Stepping inside and kicking off my shoes, I called out to Mom and she soon showed up for a tight hug and a firm kiss.

Then she pulled me by the hand over to the couch and had me sit down. Then to my surprise she then sat down on my lap, her legs sideways off to the left, her arms wrapped around me, her fingers interlaced behind my neck. With a soft smile, she leaned in and gave me a rather more involved kiss than the one at the door.

Mom pulled back after several long seconds with grinning eyes, “So… tell me about your day.”

I stared without saying anything. My mom wasn’t acting normal. Ironic..haha….but it was true. I’d made an effort to catalogue the changes I’d made with my statements and I hadn’t said anything to specifically change her.

“Mom, what’s going on? You’re acting… different.” I lifted the hand that had been absently fondling her breast to wave, indicating her current spot on my lap.

Her bottom wiggled on purpose and she made a show of thinking about it as one finger tapped her lips and she eyed the ceiling, “Hmmm. Let me see. Perhaps my dear boy finally decided to consummate our relationship? Hmm? And he even went ahead and rocked his mother’s world with that huge cock of his? Maybe?”

I blinked. My mom’s tone was amused and flirty. She was acting like me fucking her was this expected thing that she’d been waiting for. That the answer to my question was obvious. This just asked for investigation. “Mom, exactly how long have you had any sexual interest in me at all?

“ Well, let’s see. You’ve gotten tall with some nice broad shoulders these last couple of years. I guess you’ve slipped into my fantasies only… A couple of dozen times…”

That many times!

So wait had my power changed her memories? Is that how it worked?

“And then yesterday you just whipped it out and… well…. Mommy liked.”

“So there’s nothing uh morally wrong with having sex with me?”

“No, of course not. That’s a sad sort of world I want no part of!”

“Okay, sure. But what if I told you Kenichi was fucking his mom?”

“Well, I still don’t think it’s morally wrong but society sure would frown on it and I hope they’re using protection.”

“Mom, me and you didn’t use protection.”

“Yea, we did. I’ve got pills for that.”

“Okay, okay. But what if I told you I was fucking Kenichi’s mom?”

“I’d say quit teasing me and give me the juicy details!”

“Alright. I’m starting to think you are a bad test subject. Like you are way hornier and sexually liberated than the average housewife.”

“And I’m starting to think you are a little slow, honey. It’s okay. Mommy loves you anyway.”

“Would you like anything before you head up to study? A healthy snack, a glass of water, a blow job?”

“A blow job, really? What?”

“Not in the mood, huh? That’s a pity. I’ve had this craving since this morning.” She got up and said, “Alright off to your room then. I've still got some housework to do before I start dinner.”

Oh how cute, Mom, thinking I’m going to spend two hours on school work every night. Not any more…

I sat there to deliberate on what I’d discovered and how I felt about it.

On the one hand, my relationship with my Mom was definitely different. And you would think the fact that we’d had sex would have made things awkward between us but that didn’t seem to be the case. But then I guess from her point of view, having sex with her well-hung son was perfectly normal, even unremarkable. Still, on the other hand, our relationship was completely different if only due to my awareness that I could impose my will upon her at any time.

For example, I went into her room and retrieved a tiny g-string from her drawer. I then asked her to put it on and take everything else off. She’d agreed without blinking an eye, just smirking wryly, “Oh? Is this going to be my uniform around the house? Should I get some heels too?”

There was this idiotic part of me that didn’t want me to spend every waking moment at home doing Mom, so I ended up sitting in the living room and rubbing my expanding bulge as Mom vacuumed the carpet, her fit body clad in only that thong. Her tight ass raised up on a pair of unwieldy heels. I totally did not tell her to put those on. I’m pretty sure she chose to do that on her own just to tease me.

Eventually, I couldn’t resist getting up and following her around the house, at intervals pinching and cupping her butt cheeks, tweaking her nipples, caressing her hips, eventually even teasing at her pussy lips under the thong. She was good and wet. She moaned softly, patiently letting me finger her, humping my grip.

When she got around to dusting, I couldn’t stop myself from masturbating while staring unblinkingly at her ass the whole time.

“Mom, who is better in the sack- me or Dad?”

She stopped what she was doing to approach the couch, her eyes lingering on the motion of my hand upon my hard dick, “That’s an awkward question, hmm.”

“Do you mind me asking?”

“No, not at all. It's a pretty normal thing for you to wonder about.” She took a seat next to me and I was immediately reminded of the little fuck session we’d had in this exact spot yesterday. “Let’s see. Your Dad has an advantage in that he’s very experienced in reading my body, knowing exactly what I want. I’d say he has you beat in skill but that’s not so surprising given that he’s been doing it for a lot longer.”

“Oh don’t frown, Toin. I’m not done yet. You have an absolutely huge penis, Toin. You have to watch out, it might be too much for some women. But for me it feels so good. I feel so full, stretched. As soon as it's in, I just know an orgasm is going to happen. Your Dad has to work for those. Most of the time he cums before I do and I have him finger me to orgasm.”

I loved hearing this comparison in my favor and the pace of my hands working my prick picked up.

“You like hearing that. Don’t you, Toin? Mmmm… Just look at this beautiful thing. That’s another point in your favor. Normal penises are honestly, pretty silly looking. But this monster? Ooh. Just looking at it is a sexual experience, sends a shiver right from my brain to my pussy. When you took it out yesterday, a switch flipped and I went from loving mother to bitch in heat ready to be mounted by her stud.

“Aye- Mom, what are you trying to do to me?!”

That dirty smile made its resurgence and she languidly got up to turn and kneel on the couch, bending over the armrest. Her hands reached back to slowly, sensually pull down her g-string, revealing her slit and puckered back entrance as her knees slid further apart on the cushions, her ass gently swaying side to side.

She looked back over her shoulder with smouldering eyes, “Toin, I told you what happens when you wave that ferocious beast around…”

Well, conversations could wait I guess. I moved toward her and put my hands on her ass, gently squeezing both her firm globes. I couldn’t get enough of her ass, it was the perfect combination of firmness and softness with the perfect amount of give. As soon as I squeezed Mom moaned.

I gently ran a finger around her rosebud and she shivered. Her perfect ass and the sudden **** onset of my arousal had me contemplating something…

I laid the lengthy thick shaft of my cock into the cleavage of her ass and sawed it back and forth, drawing out a gasp from her, “Ahh… its so heavy…” She giggled, “I bet you need Rito and Kenichi to help you lift it when you pee.”

“Shut up, Mom. You’re gross.” I said softly, annoyed that I kind of liked the idea, though I’d probably get a girl to do it. And seriously, my Mom was a total freak, right?!

I shifted my hips back and stopped when the blunt head was at her asshole and I pressed the tip forward. I paused and asked, “What if I do this?”

“Oh my. Well, of course you want to take your mother’s anal cherry. Hmm… Wait a sec, honey.”, she said suddenly before jumping up, kicking off her heels, and running up stairs.

She was back several minutes later and she quickly got back into that same position. I reached out to her ass and noticed the difference. She had generously used lubricant, the whole area was slippery. Pushing my finger inside her my finger felt almost no resistance.

She moaned and I started rubbing my now aching cock against her ass. She was pushing back against me.

I slowly worked my cock into her. The feeling was incredible. Her muscles gripped me and squeezed me as I entered her. I took my time. I didn’t want to hurt her. The room was well lit and I was fascinated watching my cock **** her open. She was stretched tightly around me. It looked like I was splitting her small ass in half.

All throughout this insertion she’d been making soft grunting noises but now she really started to groan loudly in a way that really seemed to express the sensation of a massive, pulsating intruder forcing its way past her sphincter and sinking into her previously virgin ass. I kept slowly sliding my cock in the tight, searing embrace of her asshole. She hissed and clenched her teeth, biting down one of her fists pressed to her mouth. “Hah-ho-ha-it feels like you’re shoving a fencepost in me!” With a final push, and a gurgling cry from Mom, every inch of my lengthy thick member was sheathed in the impossibly tight, scorching hot velvet of the her ass.

Mom was panting with short fast breaths. I started pulling back out. Again, I took my time and was met with a long low sexual moan from her the feel going out wasn’t as good to me, but she obviously enjoyed it. Pushing back in, I loved the feeling of her body tight on me. She grunted when I pushed a little harder.

I took my time over the next few minutes pushing in and out and Mom softly said, “I’m going to cum, baby. I can feel it. Cock-sama’s going to make my ass cum. Ah..”

I grinned tightly as my hands clutched her butt and I grunted, “Yes. Cum for me. Fucking cum for me.”

She immediately tensed up and cried out in orgasm. Her body squeezed me even tighter and I could feel waves of contractions and relaxation around my cock.

That was hot. I really liked telling her to cum. In fact… “It’s normal for you, Mom, to cum when I tell you to and the orgasms you have with me are twice as good as any you have with Dad.”

She responded to my statement between pants, “I know baby, ah, I know. Your huge cock feels so good. Makes me cum soo much harder.”

I continued fucking her for another minute. Then I decided to test it. “Mom, I want you to come again, NOW.” She did, just as explosively. That put me close to the edge. I started fucking her faster and harder. She just grabbed the armrest and moaned. I could feel moisture running from her pussy onto my thighs as I pounded her.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. But I wanted to see what she would do if I pushed her farther. If I asked her to do something that I thought she’d never do. “I’m getting close, finish me with your mouth.”

I was half expecting her to push back, half expecting her not too. She quickly pulled off my cock and spun around. She buried my cock in her mouth without a second’s hesitation.

I felt bad as soon as she did it; it was pretty gross but the feel of her mouth on me and the need to come erased my guilt. I started fucking into her mouth, feeling my orgasm building and building. Then I was shooting over and over again into her. She was sucking the whole time and swallowing me. She came again, loudly.

Panting I pulled out of her mouth. She lay on the couch on her side, gasping, “So that- that was anal sex… that was such a wonderful sensation…” her voice was giddy and high-pitched, “Doing it in the ass- I could get addicted to this.”

I wasn’t really listening to her, still out of it from that last thing I’d made her do. I started to feel really bad for using her the way I did. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

She looked up at me with a grin on her face, “What are you talking about, that was intense, I can’t believe I came so hard.” She said and laughed. “Not to mention I got that delicious sauce of yours straight from the source!”

I blinked. I’d forgotten about the great tasting food thing. Huh.

“Oh I needed this, baby! When we were first married, your father and I would do it like three times a day! Now since the promotion it's just once a week…”

I fell back into the couch cushions, “Well, I’m glad I can be of use. So what… you’ve been pretty dissatisfied with Dad?”

“Oh no. Your father works so hard to support our family. It’s just-”

“You’d like to get some every day and he’s fine with it once a week on Sundays like clockwork? How much did you have to bug him before he agreed to ask off for yesterday?”

She made a shooing gesture, “Oh not that much. It isn’t like he’s lost his sex drive and I have kept myself pretty nice for an old lady…”

“Old lady?! Ha! Come here.” I grabbed her and made out with her for a while.