Built for One Thing

The full-length mirror on the closet door was framing us perfectly in profile. The whole scene was suddenly so objective and thrilling, as if over in the bedroom next door, a well-built, well-hung 16-year-old was fucking his beautiful, voluptuous mother from behind. Mom smiled at me in the reflection, her herbal-scented brown hair swishing and her ass still lunging back to meet my strokes. I studied her broad hips and tapered waist, her tender shoulders and long, graceful neck. Every inch of her was perfect. Every inch of her was so totally, utterly woman. She turned her head toward mine and I kissed her. Then we both looked in the mirror again. It was addictive.

"Oh, Bobby, that is so hot. I love watching you fuck me. I can see all your muscles flexing and, ooh, your huge pole going into my pussy. Yeah, slide that big, long thing all the way in and out so I can see it. Mmm, give it to me, honey. Give it to me good!"

She stretched her arms back over her head to run her fingers through my hair, and I looked in the mirror again. Her massive tits were standing up on her chest like torpedoes, flailing from side to side and bouncing against each other in a feat of gravity-defying human architecture. They were real, they were the size of cantaloupes, and they were sticking straight out. My dick throbbed so hard it hurt. The sight of her tits in the mirror was the most incredible image I've ever seen in my life.

Even Mom couldn't hold back her pride. "Oh, honey, look at my tits!"

"I'm looking. God help me, I'm looking."

"Put your hands on them again, sweetheart."

I did as the lady asked. It was like grabbing onto two bucking broncos. They were firmer than ever. Their movement was checked by my hands, which I slowly moved down from the upper slopes to her turgid nipples and then onto the southern hemispheres. I cupped as much of them as I could in my grip. "They're unbelievable," I said.

Mom smiled at me in the mirror and nudged her ass backward so my cock could slide even deeper into her. "I loved it when you squirted cum all over them and my face. No one had ever done that."

After another moment, she went back down on all fours. "Ooh, Bobby, your big dick is about to make me come."

"I'm about to come, too!"

"Great, baby! Get me off good and hard and then shoot another big load all over me."

Hearing that brought me a step closer. I tightened my grip on her slim waist and began ramming my cock into her harder than ever.

She let out a long, continuous scream, then, barely catching her breath, yelled "I'm about to come all over your big cock, baby! Ooh, yeah. Ungh! Ooh. Ooh. OH, GOD, BOBBY! JESUS CHRIST, I'M COMING! OH! YES! OH! AIEEEE!"

I felt her pussy contract savagely as I slammed her climax home. Once more the timing was perfect. "Oh, baby, now I'm about to come," I said. "God, it's gonna be so good!"

"Yeah, honey, give me every inch and then pull it out," she said.

"I want to come in your mouth."

"Mmm, okay, honey, bring that big cock up here. I hope you squirt another huge load like the first time. I'm going to swallow every drop!"

I angled down into her pussy to stimulate the bottom side of my cock. Then came that shivering seizure as I timed my final strokes.

"Ooh, Bobby, your balls just tightened up."

"UNGH! OH! ARGHHHHH!" I grunted. I gave her one more deep thrust and pulled it all the way out. She spun around and grabbed my cock to take it in her mouth. The head bumped her chin and my first thick cable of cum blasted down across her neck and shoulder. Then her lips engulfed my throbbing dick and I felt surge after surge of semen gush into her mouth. She moaned and swallowed, but still a dribble leaked from her lips and ran back down my convulsing flagpole.

My orgasm finally subsided and Mom sucked me dry. She pulled my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. The stream of cum that had splattered across her neck was oozing down over both tits. And a tiny white trickle ran from one corner of her mouth.

"Oh, baby, how are we ever going to give this up?" she asked.

"I don't know."

She bent down and began examining the floor beside the bed.

"Cum stains?" I asked.

"No, you fucked me so hard, I lost a contact."

VI

Dad was due home any minute, so we quickly showered (apart, unfortunately) and got dressed. He opened the front door just as we jogged down the stairs looking fresh and rested and probably way too innocent. I had always silently chastised Dad for being so clueless, but now I prayed he wouldn't notice the unmistakable sheen of sexual bliss on us.

"Hi, everybody," he said. "I didn't think anyone was home. I left a message."

"We were just out for a walk when you called," Mom said, hugging him lightly and giving him a perfunctory peck on the cheek.

Dad shook my hand. "Gosh, I go away for two weeks and it looks like you've grown another inch," he said, peering up at me. "You are getting so big!"

"He certainly is," Mom chimed in with a risky lilt in her voice.

Standing behind Dad to take his coat, I smirked at her. She slitted her eyes at me and slowly licked her lips. Then she came over to squeeze my dick through my pants and stick her tongue in my ear as Dad with his back toward us, hung up his hat. "My pussy is so sore," she whispered. She stepped away just as he turned around.

"He's better than big, in fact," Mom said. "He's huge. I think he gets it from me."

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