The Keeping promise Part 3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The end Part

A few months after I graduated she filed for a divorce. She moved to a small one-room apartment and told me she loved and wanted me too much to let me live with her. In a crazy way it made sense to me and I understood, probably because I loved and wanted her as much.

I remember that apartment fondly. It sat over a grocery store and the bed was up against the window that looked down on the street. At night in the dark you couldn’t see in but you could watch the world go by.

I helped her move in and on the first night she was to be alone, she asked me to stay. I looked at her standing before me and she seemed shaky and vulnerable. I kissed her softly and took off her dress. She put a pillow on the sill and lay across the bed on her stomach looking out at the night sky as a hot breeze gently played on her wet skin. I kissed the moisture off her back and neck and reached my hand into her panties until I could feel the moisture generated by another kind of heat. Usually I kissed and touched her a long time before entering her pussy but that night she was ready quickly. I took down her panties, slid my cock into her and gently rotated on her ass as we faced the open sky. I fantasized that we were starting a new life, one where she would be as much a wife to me as a mother. 

My cock stayed hard in my mother’s pussy with hardly any movement from either of us until she reached back and urged me on. I steadily gave her the length of me and we both started to drip as the tempo and friction increased. I moved back a bit on my knees to stroke the perfect curves of her ass. Nothing turned me on like my mother’s body. Wherever I was in her, I seemed to fit perfectly. I always missed feeling her nakedness against me when we were apart.

I watched my cock as it repeatedly penetrated my mother’s pussy. When I pulled it out and saw the shaft slathered with her juices, I put the head against the small pucker and pushed. I loved the way her rosette grasped my cock after I penetrated it. I pressed up into her, and her tight channel squeezed my width. I held her hips and began driving my cock. There was no longer a sky or a room for me, only me inside her. I plunged and pounded and she took all I could give her. 

When I was in up to the hilt I stayed, pressing up against the round globes of my mother’s ass, filling her…stretching her to the limit. She moaned steadily and I leaned over her back so that I could take her pussy in my hand and massage her clit as I fucked her. I stroked deeper into the hot alley as she relaxed. 

I rubbed my finger around the point where my cock was entering her and the noises she made sounded like crying. I hesitated a moment but she said, “No baby…don’t stop…please don’t stop…please…please…” I guessed that the physical intensity had opened her emotions. I continued pushing deep into her hole watching the inflamed rosette appear and disappear into her ass with the stroking of my cock. She reached back to grab me and I sensed that she couldn’t wait any more. She whimpered with the vibrato caused by my contact when I was in her as far as I could go. As I returned to the gentle rhythmic gliding she said, “Stevel come in me…please baby…now…now…”

With the release of my first stream of cum into her ass, she grabbed her pussy and came with a staccato “OH…oh…oh…love…yes” I kept coming until she had squeezed every drop out of me. I watched her gentle shuddering as I pulled out of her. I knew she would be sore after taking her that way but she never complained. I took some of the cum from the tip of my cock and spread it like a soothing balm on my mother’s inflamed asshole. She sighed gently until I finished. 

When she turned and held me, she asked me all the questions she always asked herself, knowing my answers…and her own. “Oh honey…how can I keep on doing this with you…my own son…why do I want you…all the time…inside me…in my mouth…in my pussy…what kind of mother wants her son to come in her mouth…in her ass…what kind of whore…?” I stopped her and calmed her and loved her with the words she needed to hear.

It took a year for the divorce to become final and when it did, things changed. Mom asked me over more and more. We made love so much more and it seemed she wanted me all the time. She laughed more and teased me with her body in ways she would have been ashamed of in the past. When I asked about it she said, “I’m just not angry anymore…because it’s over…I’m sorry I put you through it honey but I realize now that at the beginning it was revenge that was doing things to me …but now honey, I know that I want you because I love you…because I want to please you…because I need you.”

I felt like I had just taken a deep breath of ocean air as she spoke. I felt good enough to tease her. “Need me…for what?” I said.

She smiled wide enough for me to see joy in the corners of her eyes. She came close and put her hand over my cock. “Need you to love me…be with me…be in me.” My cock strained as my mother said, “It doesn’t matter that you’re my son…it only matters that we love each other. We’re going to be together love…in all the ways. I’m going to make it up to you baby…your momma’s going to be open to you…open for you…always.” 

She managed to get my swollen cock out as we kissed. My mother went down on her knees and swallowed as much of the throbbing meat as she could. With two hands she massaged my balls and the root of my shaft as she sucked me. I knew we would have lots of time for long slow passionate lovemaking sessions in the future but at that moment I had only one thought…I wanted to be inside my mother. I made her stand and turned her to the wall. She put her hands out for balance as I lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. Her round ass came out to meet my cock as I sank into the wet confines of my mother’s pussy. There was a relief I felt that was unlike anything I had experienced during all the other times I had been in her.

“Yes Stevel…yes son…fuck me…fuck me…fuck your mother…” As I drove deep into my mother’s hot channel she said the things I had always wanted to hear. “My beautiful son…fucking his own mother…yes love…in my cunt…so deep in my cunt…yes baby, your mother loves you and wants you…here for you…my legs are open for you…fuck me forever Steve…OH…OHHH…fill my ass Steve…fill me with your sweet cock son…fill me…” I pulled out her sopping pussy.

My mother bent over low until her head was almost on the wall. She spread her ass cheeks and I couldn’t wait to even lubricate her small hole with her juice. She let out a long moan that was almost a cry as I penetrated the hot tender alley that my cock stretched open. “Oh love…love me…love me…”

As her ass squeezed my cock and brought me closer to release, I was finally where I wanted to be…inside my mother…knowing that she was feeling good and proud to have her son fucking her…to have her son’s cock deep in her…as deep as it could go…her son’s cock that would be filling her mouth, filling her pussy and filling her ass until she cried out with pleasure. 

As I crossed over the edge I told her, “I do love you mom…I’m always going to love you…with all of me…with my heart…” I thrust into her hot hole as I told her, “This is all I ever want…this…this…this…” 

She took me into her with love and met every thrust with one of her own. She made me come. We both felt the shot of the first release and my mother laughed as the soothing cream coated the insides of her ass. She made me come some more. Soon she started yelling, “Yes my baby…yes…yes…” as her orgasm hit. She made me keep on coming. She bucked and twisted but I managed to stay in her as the final spasms of her coming coincided with the last pulsing cords of cum from my still hard cock. I knew I would have to have her again, and as would often be the case, I felt like I could fuck her forever.

Forever is a long time but we’re a few years into it and I still feel the same way; she shows me that she does too. When she looks at me, I can see the love in her eyes; when she touches me, I come alive. And when she kisses me, each kiss is a promise…a promise of love that has carried us through the last three years…a promise kept.