The Keeping promise Part 2

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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We didn’t talk about what happened again but during the next weeks we spent every moment we could together. The more we found ourselves alone, the more kisses we shared. We walked every day on Surf Avenue amidst the crowds, sharing hot dogs and fries from Nathan’s between kisses. We followed the shore to Brighton where we would find a place to hold and touch and kiss.

The summer Sunday when we had kissed so much her pink lips were swollen, I was so hot for her I could have taken her right there on the street. We went home and my father was there. Mom said she was going to take a bath. I went up to my room and a few minutes later I whispered, “Mom…mom…as I tapped on the bathroom door. She opened the door a crack and then let me in. She stood in front me naked as the thudding water filled the tub. She came to my arms without a word and I kissed her as I fondled her breast. There was a patina of moisture covering her skin from the weather and the water and her heat. It wasn’t until the water on the floor reached her bare feet that we realized it had overflowed. She turned it off and came back to my arms. I undressed and when my cock was released it strained up as my mother’s open hand began stroking and petting it.

After about five minutes, we heard yelling from downstairs. It was my father yelling up, “What the fuck is this water on the kitchen floor…and why isn’t my supper ready?” My hand was on mother’s soft pussy as she called down to say that she would be down as soon as she was finished. I covered her mouth with mine as a wide smile broke out on it.

I sat on the closed toilet seat and mom straddled me. She impaled herself on my rod that was practically pointing to the ceiling. She raised and lowered herself on it as I watched her pink tipped tits undulate. I took one into my mouth and mom sat down fully with a little cry. I was speared completely into my mother’s pussy. She began grinding her hips. It must have been ninety degrees in there and the sweat was pouring off of us. I could feel my cock moving on the walls of her slippery channel as she said, “I love having you in me baby…my beautiful Steve’s cock filling me…better than anyone…oh God it’s so big…always love me baby…always…”

She raised and lowered herself on my stiff pole over and over again. I watched as my shaft disappeared into her and I was driven by the thought that my mother’s creamy pussy was wrapping itself around her son’s cock…that my cock was filling my mother’s pussy…my mother was fucking her own son as I was fucking my own…beautiful…wonderful…wet…mother. 

I held her tits as she held my shoulders. She said, “Oh God…I shouldn’t be doing this…” but she looked at me with love as she fucked me. A barely audible “I love you” escaped her open mouth each time she came down on me and my cock reached up into her belly. I looked down at the beautiful sight of my mother’s pussy engulfing my cock. 

As she started to come, she bit her lips and dug her nails into me. As soon as she did that, cord after cord of my cum shot up into her. I felt like I would never stop coming. She bounced on me with her head flung back until she had coaxed every drop of cum from me into her womb. After a long sigh she buried her face in my neck and said, “Oh my God…oh my God.” I touched those red nail marks on my shoulders for two days with pleasure.

During the next week my mother seemed so conflicted I didn’t know how to approach her. Sometimes she was tender and accepting of my small kisses and hugs and at other times she was almost angry in her refusals. The pattern developed that if I waited long enough she would want me enough to let something happen. 

It had been over a week since she had even touched me and finally after a few false starts we were kissing as lovers. I wanted so much to please her; I caressed and kissed each part of her body as I undressed her. We were in the den and mom was sitting on the couch with her legs spread. 

It was the first time I had tasted her. I had worked my way along her tender thighs. My head was in between and she was telling me how to pleasure her with my mouth. I learned fast and I loved doing it. That was the afternoon we almost got caught. I was licking her clit with the flat of my tongue and using the tip to circle the edges of her wet button. My father came home earlier than expected. She was making crying sounds with each of my licks. We both jumped when a bang at the door almost made my heart pound out my chest. “What’s the matter with you?” He yelled. “You still feeling sorry for yourself?”

At least we were smart enough to have locked the door. My mother answered, “Just leave me alone.” 

We heard, “Aah fuck you” as he walked away. I looked at mom as if to ask ‘what should we do?’ and she just directed me back to my unfinished business. I heard her muffled attempt to come quietly as I sucked the rubbery nub until she arched her back and pressed my head hard against her cunt. When she finished, I went out the window and came back through the front door a few minutes later.

At about two that morning mom came into my room and it was my turn to try and come without making any noise. She sat on my bed with her filmy nightgown on and leaned over my cock. For some reason, certain nights stay with you. That was one of those nights. For whatever combination of reasons, I was excited beyond the norm. Every lick of my mother’s tongue and suck of her lips was intensified. Her breasts felt softer and her nipples harder. Her fragrance filled the room. She whispered, “I want to suck you.” As she traced the length of me with the tip of her tongue from my balls up to the leaking tip she said, “The more I try to stay away the more I want you…oh Steve…your cock in me…” 

My mother filled her mouth with me and my cock was supercharged. I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept sucking me and rubbing me and licking me the way she was doing. She engulfed the head and kept flicking her tongue across it as her soft lips pressed the flesh they encircled. I thought of stopping her but I couldn’t and just let go. I still don’t know how I kept from yelling out as bolts of cum shot out of me into her mouth. There was so much cum and I was so far down her throat I thought it would choke her but she never stopped sucking as I came. As I sent the last of the spurts into her mouth, I saw some of the thick cream at the corners of her mouth. She took it in with her tongue and swallowed one last time. She touched my face with a sad smile and kissed me as she left me to drift off into exhausted sleep. My mother let me make love to her so infrequently that sometimes I wondered if I would ever have her again. Of course to me, at that time, two days seemed like an eternity. Finally, after a period of her having endless fights with my father, we did have the sex she had asked me for the first time. By then it was the right time. We hadn’t talked about it after the first attempt, but one afternoon I came home from high school and mom was waiting for me in the bedroom. She was dressed in silky underwear and those tan stockings and garter belt.

She beckoned me over to the bed and exposed my cock. It almost sprang to her lips. I loved the way her tongue massaged my shaft as her lips sucked on the swollen helmet. She seemed to instinctively know how to relax her throat and took almost all of me down. It was excruciating. She stopped sucking and looked up at me. She said, “I want something baby.”

I said, “Dressed like that, I think you’re going to get it.”

She smiled and she said, “Yes but I want something special…I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” She got on the bed on hands and knees and showed me her lovely round ass. I could see the pinkish pucker as she spread and it was liberally greased. She took a deep breath and said, “I just hope I can take it.”

Looking at that beautiful ass, I sure hoped so too. At that point nothing was going to stop me from trying. For a few minutes I just ran my hand over the curves and then put a finger in to explore the hot opening. My mother started to squirm and her breathing told me that she was getting excited. I then positioned myself behind her and my stiff cock pointed its way to my mother’s smaller hole. Even though there was a lot of lubricant, I still had some trouble getting the thick head past her tight ring. She yelped and I finally pressed in and her moaning got louder as my throbbing meat went deeper into my mother’s hot channel.

It felt like a gloved hand was squeezing my cock as my mom said, “Yes baby…I’m taking it…your big cock…in your momma’s ass…fucking me…fucking me so good… don’t ever stop…only your cock Stevel…that’s the only cock I want in me…I’m so proud of you baby…the way you love me…the way you’re fucking me… ” We were both slick with sweat and her dripping hair threw off droplets as her head bobbed.

I didn’t know what to expect since it was the first time I had ever been in her ass, but the way it grabbed my cock as I rocked in and out her, left me no doubt that I would want to be doing it again.

As my pulsing cock speared in and out of my mother’s ass, she said, “Oh honey…I never thought I would let a man be in me like this…sometimes I think I’ll go crazy thinking about all this but I want it to be you…my…love…my Steve.”

As my cock buried itself, enraptured in her ass, it felt like it was on fire. I could only imagine what my mother was feeling as I watched the full width of my cock stretching and plunging in and out of her small tender hole. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them as the uncontrollable eruption began. I said, “Mom, mom…I can’t wait…oh, oh…I’m coming…I’m coming inside you.”

“Yes baby come with momma…yes…in your momma’s ass…do it…do it as hard as you want baby…do it…so good for me baby…so good to have my love inside me…what I need…what I need…” The hot liquid just poured out of me into her. I filled my mother’s ass with slippery cum and pounded as fast as I could, releasing jet after jet. Once her tight channel was coated with my cum, I could give her the whole length of my engorged meat. She was pushing back as hard as I was pushing forward and she took every inch of my cock. We both made so much noise that after it was over I wondered if they could hear us out on the street.

Mom turned over and held me so hard I could hardly breathe. She was almost frantic. “Oh Stevel…I want to let you love me…promise me you won’t do what he did Stevel…promise me you won’t get tired of me…tired of loving me and wanting me.”

I whispered fiercely in her ear as I held her close, “Mom I’m going to want you every day, I would never get tired of being inside you…I want you to be mine…I want this to be mine…” I reached and held her pussy. “…And this to be mine…” I put my finger deep into her dripping asshole and said, “I could fuck you here forever and not get tired of it.”

She kept kissing me and touching me and saying, “Yes…yes…yes…yes…always fuck me…always…always…only you Stevel…nobody else…only you inside me…making me come all over your hard cock” She kept saying those things until I was throbbing for her pussy and we both had come again.

Although I was always certain of her sincerity at the time we made love, her convictions didn’t often carry over. Some things however did change. My mother never let my father touch her again after that night and she probably made him insane by no longer caring how much he ranted or raved or drank.