First Time With Whoring Mom

I disembarked from my plane at New York's LaGuardia Airport and after collecting my luggage from the carrousel I headed over to the exit to get on a line for the cab.

Jeez New York was still as ugly as I remembered I thought to myself while suspiciously eying the others waiting on the line. I remembered when there were more cabs than people but somewhere along the line greed took over and the cabbies decided $30 bucks wasn't enough for a 5 or 6 mile ride and stopped bothering with airport runs.

Well eventually I got my cab, practically had to push an old man to the side to get it. who the hell was he anyway? He was standing so I knew he could wait his turn same as me. I got in the stuffy cab and slammed the door shut and gave a snide grimace towards the old man standing out there and chuckled as I saw a young woman expertly slip her hand into his pocket and pull out his wallet. Thinking quickly I double checked, but mine was still right where I had put it inside a zippered pocket of my jacket. Slowly the cab inched out of the airport area and onto the road and finally the Grand Central Expressway and 5 miles later the Long Island Expressway while I closed my eyes and tried to relax. 

It took the driver over an hour to manage a 30 minute drive something which I told him in a not so friendly voice as I tossed the fare at him with a far too generous (considering the circumstances) 15% tip.

I got out of the cab on Grange Street in Franklin Square and looked at at the simple 2 story brick home mom and pop had purchased for next to nothing before the real estate market took off.

As the cab pulled away I approached the house, noticing 3 cars in the long driveway but not giving them much thought.

I went up the 8 steps and took my key from my pocket and slowly inserted it into the slot and turned. Well I tryed to turn it. "damm." I muttered rather loudly. I realized she had changed the lock in my 2 years away, but figured maybe some things were the same and headed around to the back. It was while going down the side path that my first alert was set off. I heard some sounds, rather muffled but definitely there, coming from above. I stopped in my tracks and looked up at my moms window which was open about an inch or two.

"Probably trying to squeeze into her girdle" I smiled as I recalled walking in on her as a young boy and for the first time realizing the difference between boys and girls.

I continued the next 20 feet and got to the steps to the deck off of our kitchen and went up. Fortunately this time the key worked, she hadn't changed all the locks.
Inside I noticed moms dress and slip laying on the floor and then something which puzzled me but didn't surprise me too much, there were some mens trousers and 2 pairs of boxer shorts as well as a pair of briefs along with other mens clothing items laying over the backs of the kitchen chairs.

Still exhausted from a 4 a.m. flight and a weather induced layover in both Denver and Chicago I didn't put any thought to it and just headed up the back flight of steps from the dining area to the second floor. The stairs led directly to my moms bedroom and as I approached I heard sounds. Distinct and familiar sounds. Not just her voice but the voices of some men. I considered going back down and calling the police but then realized the sounds from my mom were actually moans and they seemed like... Holy crap! I slowly opened the door and sure enough there she was on the bed, totally naked and the pastor of her church was on top of her, with her legs wrapped tightly around him I watched in a mix of shock, horror and strange excitement as I realized what he was doing while 3 other men, 2 of whom I knew, fondled their meat which had a glossy shine indicating they'd already had their turns. 

Unable to help myself I gasped and the pastor looked over and smiled. "Your next Chet if you'd like."
to be honest that thought hadn't occurred to me. I had always been with men. Well almost always, and the times with women were always when I had been drinking.
Pastor Nelsons speaking alerted my mom to my presence and she reddened even more. I must tell you her face was already quite aglow probably from the sexual energy involved on her part.

She looked at me and her hips stopped gyrating although Pastor Nelson continued driving his cock all the way in the silver colored hairs on his chest matted down with his sweat, as he kept slamming hard into my slutty mom and then his loud guttural grunts and moans as he came. With no further adieu, he dismounted and I saw his cock bare and glistening, no condom and I immediately started to stiffen. 

Years earlier, the week after I turned 19 I had come home drunk one evening and mom followed a short while later and we had ended up having sex, she was only the second time I had entered a woman, but her twat was dripping wet which she later admitted was from having cared for a neighbor and his 2 sons. She never gave more details so neither can I, other than to say she had been soundly fucked and every time I thought about that I got hard. Dad had died a few years earlier so I had no thought s that she had been cheating and up until I fucked her that night, I never thought she had been unfaithful to him; however when my cock went into her the truth was revealed.

Well there it was more than 18 years later and here was my gorgeous mom (I know I am a bit biased here) laying there and I knew what was going to happen very soon.
I looked at her laying there her legs spread and her knees upwards and bent and I smiled and then shook my head and said "no." I think since you're my mom I shouldn't see your face while I fuck your whoring twat. Get over on your knees." She looked at me questioningly and I barked it out as an order. "Now! You miserable bitch. Or would you prefer," and with this I looked at the 4 men there, "would you rather I brought this to the Church council?" The church organist, Frank, cringed at that thought. He had been fired 18 years earlier from a prestigious job after he had impregnated 3 employees in less than a year and his wife was still not forgiving him. Well that was perhaps one reason he was fucking my mom after all every guy needs to have sexual release. 
Mom rolled over and for a woman of 53 she wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Her ass was still nicely shaped and only the slightest traces of fat were beginning to form. I figure all the exercise she got from sex must have kept her trim. 
Once she was on her knees I approached her and then for the laughs I told Pastor Nelson to get my trousers off.
"Chet?" He stared at me incredulously. 

"It's your future pal. Your what now, 45 or so? You want to stay in the ministry?" He nodded obviously thinking about his wife and 3 children and then approached.
Now I have to admit the majority of my sexual exploits have been with men, as I stated before I only have had sex with women when I've drunk too much booze and so as he unzipped my trousers and opened my belt buckle I felt my cock harden to a painful point, but since I wanted to drive it into my moms cum soaked pocket I thought of a certain lady Senator from New York and my dog started to go limp.
Finally I was undressed and I looked at the hot ass and legs spread slightly apart with cum oozing out of her twat I took my cock and ran it along the edges and closed my eyes and still only half hard I started to push in which was all the magic I needed as I started to get harder and then began to pump away. 
Mom let out a loud moan as my 8 inch cock pushed into her cervix wall. I reminded her again of who my real father was. Not that short dicked Native American she had married, but actually her Uncle Hughie who she had seduced of her own volition.

It felt terrific the moisture of her juices and the cum of 4 other men slathering my cock and I knew I'd be unable to hold back and sure enough after only 4 or 5 minutes I was firing into her. I knew well that she wasn't fully satisfied yet and as my cock started to soften I looked around and called the man I had never seen before to come over. 

"Look" I said to him, "I'm going to need your help here."
He looked at me confused and I told him to get up on the bed and get his cock level with my mouth. I heard my mom cough, I think the thought may have offended her, as she has never permitted herself to think of me as gay or even bisexual. 
Anyway this man, who I learned later was a pastor at another church, did as I instructed and I soon had his 5 and a half inch rod stiff and hard in my mouth and I sucked on his shaft bringing it in as deep as I could while I felt my own cock start to spring back to life.

I can't say how much time passed but finally I felt the Pastor of New Hope Presbyterian Church ejaculating a thin salty fluid into my mouth and being the greedy pig I am I swallowed every last drop and then told him to go off to the side and then I continued fucking my mom, it was as if the load of jizz was my own personal erection maker and a short time after I felt the trembling of my Mom beneath me as she began to climax, it was as it had between the other time we had gotten together and as her cunt tightened around my cock I felt my own fluids ready to go and sure enough I sent a second round into her my sweat dripping onto her backside.

I smiled slapped her ass hard and pulled out. "You did okay whore."
I then made a gesture for another of the men to take another crack at her and the organist approached and mounted her from behind. It was a long afternoon and early evening and at about 8 p.m. Pastor Nelson realized the time that had passed and the 4 guys rapidly cobbled together a story to explain to their wifes where they had been and why they hadn't called.
As for me, I crawled into bed with mom and proceeded to enter her again--this time facing her and feeling her luscious 38C breasts against me as I began to thrust my cock into her dripping snatch. I'm beginning to re-think this gay thing.