Chapter 4
by 
GrandoArdens
Who's in there?
Mommy dearest
You slip into the bathroom as quietly as you can, but the bathing woman hears the door click shut behind you.
"Frank?" your mom asks, assuming you're her husband, "Is that you?"
You don't bother to answer, slipping out of your ratty boxers and stroking yourself in anticipation as you approach the curtain. Taking a deep breath, you yank it back and leap into action. Mom screams out in surprise, her hefty tits shaking like mad, but you clamp one hand over her mouth and grope her chest with the other.
"Relax, mom," you say instinctively, "I just want to **** you."
Remarkably, that works. Your mother visibly relaxes at the word "****," and her panicked, muffled gasps even turn to an embarrassed laugh. Cautiously, you move the hand that was over her mouth to her other breast.
"I didn't know you were a ****!" she smiles with something like motherly pride in her eyes, "John, you should have said something; you could've **** me whenever you liked!"
"I know," you say, rubbing the head of your cock against her pussy lips, "but where's the fun in that? It's hardly **** if I ask permission, now is it?"
"No, I guess not... Should-- Should I struggle? Do you want me to put up a fight? I've never really been **** before, but I want to do this right for my baby boy."
"Just stand right there," you snarl, "and take it!"
You push her against the wall of the shower and **** yourself balls deep into the same hole you came out of. It isn't tight by any stretch of the imagination -- three kids and forty years will do that -- but it is soaking wet, and softer than you've ever dreamed. Just as you find your rhythm, the door opens behind you.
"Honey, are you okay? I thought I heard screaming."
"Yes, dear," Mom calms your father between moans. "John is just **** me. Did you know he was a ****? A good one, too, if a mother's opinion means anything."
"Mom is my first, actually," you grunt.
"Wonderful," Dad laughs, "that's just wonderful. You couldn't ask for a better place to start, John; that mother of yours is really something else, isn't she? Well, you two have fun! I'm off to work."
"See you tonight, sweetie!"
Your father shakes his head as he leaves you to have your way with his wife, "My son, a ****! Wait'll I tell the boys..."
How do things go with Mom?
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Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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