"So can I guess that you're fucking all four women in the house then, ?" your mom asks, looking up at you with eyes blurred by lust and cheap whiskey. Her hands return to gently stroking your cock and balls, a nice switch from the painful squeeze she had on them a moment ago.
Deciding quickly that honesty is probably still best, considering the turns your life has been taking, you answer, "Yes."
Another lance of pain shoots through your body as your mom's surprisingly well manicured fingernails find your sensitive skin along with her iron-like grip.
"Are any of those girls on birth control?"
"Fuck, I don't know..." you manage through gritted teeth. She squeezed tighter and your mind reels. "Mary is..." you manage to grunt out.
"Well, find out, or prepare to turn fucking Mormon if you end up knocking the other two up," she said with a low voice. You know that voice well; it's the "Mom is not to be fucked with" voice that usually happens after a three or four day bender.
"Those little fucking harlots are not going to be in my house with fucking rugrats either," your mom said, squeezing harder. The pain was getting to be a lot, sending currents of white hot sparks through you. "Do you understand?"
"Yes!" you half shout through gritted teeth. Her grip on your cock loosens and it feels like you're about to black out until your senses come rushing back to you while the pain subsides.
"Good. That's momma's boy," she almost purred. It sounds so dirty coming out of her mouth, especially after her hand starts slowly moving on you again. "Oh no...my boy's got a boo boo," she says, her delicate finger tips slipping over your cock so very slowly. The mixture of the pleasure on top of the pain is driving you wild; more wild than you could have imagined it would. "Let me kiss it and make it better..." she said, the last word half-muffled by her expert mouth engulfing your rod.
As good as she was when she was asleep, she's a fucking pro when awake. No wonder your Dad got married to her.
The sounds of her mouth on your cock and your shivery breathing are the only sounds in the room; her ministrations punctuated by wet pops and her moans as your rod slid out from between her lips meet your ears and eventually over take your moans. Your mom is wickedly good at this and the pleasure is so intense that you literally forget that the grade-A cock sucker before you is your mom.
"Now sweetheart," she says, pulling her lips off, but not away from your cock, talking to it like a microphone. Her hand kept slipping over your spit-soaked rod and it felt almost as good as 's pussy. "Instead of raping me while I'm half drunk, why don't you let your mom give you the best example of why your father will always come home to this instead of running off with some 19-year-old. Get your fucking clothes off and get back into this cunt," she finishes. |