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I zoomed in on the mailman’s ass as he drove his cock into my mother’s pussy. “Open your legs, you son-of-a-bitch,” I whispered. “I want a shot of your cock stuffed in her.” He spread them wide to give me a perfect view of his balls bouncing off of her ass. It was as though he sensed that someone was watching and he wanted to show off his family jewels.
I was home for the summer after my first year in college. The camcorder that I was using to document my mother’s sluthood was a reward from her and my father for making the Dean’s list. I was spying on her from the tree house that my father and I had built when I was only ten years old. Actually, he did the building and I did the fetching. I had spent many happy hours in the cozy shack watching birds or star-gazing through my telescope. The shack was only a dozen feet from my parent’s second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of Mom in the nude or of her and Dad fucking, but they were very careful about closing the drapes. With me away at college, Mom had apparently gotten careless about that.
The mailman groaned so loudly that I heard him through the closed window. He pulled his cock out and sandwiched it between their grinding bellies. His butt-cheeks clamped so tightly together that the two round balls merged into one. Each time his ass clenched, I knew another burst of cum was soiling Mom’s belly. I pumped my cock hard and shot my load against the plywood wall in front of me. As the mailman jumped into his clothes, I zoomed in to get a shot of Mom dipping her fingers in the puddle of fresh spunk and licking it off as though it were chocolate.
Back in my room, I pushed the tape into the VCR and settled back for a jack-off session. In those days, I needed three a day to maintain my sanity. Thanks to Mom, I had a nice collection of jack-off tapes of her with more than one mailman, a TV repairman, a plumber, and several neighbors. As I stroked my cock, it occurred to me that there was a better use for them. I wanted to do to her what I had seen so many others do – drive my cock into her again and again until she screamed. With my cock doing my thinking for me, I decided that I could use the tapes to blackmail her into having sex with me. It was worth a try.
When I had left for college, Mom had been a dowdy, pudgy housewife with few interests outside of the kitchen and church. When I returned home, I discovered a transformed woman. Mom had lost weight, switched to a fashionable hairstyle, bought trendy clothes, and learned how to apply makeup. In other words, my Mom had become a babe. If my father even noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He was so immersed in his work that nothing else mattered to him. If he didn’t want her, I did. I began to have sexual fantasies about fucking her.
I devised a daring plan. Even though I risked getting kicked out of the house, I felt compelled to go through with it. I waited for a day when Mom went shopping, then I stripped and went to the livingroom, put the mailman tape in the VCR and sat back to hand-whittle my woody while I waited for her return.
The adrenaline began coursing through my bloodstream as her car pulled into the driveway and she came in through the kitchen door. I waited patiently for her to come in to watch her favorite soaps. “Oh, my God, what are you doing, Mike?” she asked. “Can’t you masturbate in your own room?” Then she saw what was playing on the TV. I smiled at her and continued stroking my eight-inch cock. Clever woman that she was, she figured out my scheme very quickly.
“Oh, I get it,” she said. Her pearly white teeth glistened between her bright red lips. “I’ve known since the first day you came home from college that you want to bang me. It’s so obvious by the way you persistently try to look down my cleavage or up my dress. You taped the mailman fucking me and you think you casino oyna can use it to blackmail me into having sex with you. Well, young man, your little plan is going to backfire on you. Your father knows about my affairs and doesn’t care as long as I’m discrete. If you had come to me like a man and told me what you wanted, I would have given it to you. Anyway, sooner or later, I probably would have come to you to try out your big cock. As punishment for your conniving, you will have to jack off in front of me one-hundred times before you get any pussy.”
“Oh, Mom, that’s not fair. Think about all of the good fucking you’ll be missing out on. Think about all of that tasty spunk going to waste.”
“So you think spunk is tasty, huh? In that case I’ll give you a chance to find out. It won’t go to waste. You will drink it, every drop.”
Mom went to the kitchen and returned with a water glass. “Catch it in this and make sure you get it all. Go ahead. The sooner you get started the sooner you’ll get this.” She hoisted her dress and pulled down her panties to give me a brief glimpse of her beaver. My cock lurched in my hand.
She sat on the couch and ordered me to stand in front of her. “Mom, please take off your clothes so I have something to jack off to. I’m dying to see your big tits up close. Please.”
“No, as part of your punishment, I will deprive you of the pleasure of seeing me naked. And don’t think you’re going to make any more tapes of me. From now on, I’ll be sure to keep my drapes drawn when I’m getting fucked. Now get on with it. Prove your manhood.”
Once I got started, I was glad that Mom was forcing me to jack off for her entertainment. I suppose that I had always wanted her to catch me in the act. Beating my meat in front of her gave me the biggest rush that I had ever had. But her frown tipped me off that she was not as pleased as I was. “I don’t want you to play with it. Stop slapping it around and get down to business. I want to see cum shooting out of that fucker within one minute, young man.”
Mom’s frown was replaced with a broad smile as I fisted my shaft so hard my bicep bulged. “Here it comes, Mom, a customized cum-shot just for you. OH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AAAARRRRGGGG!” Mom leaned forward for a better look as my lotion painted the sides of the glass white. I don’t think I’ve ever shot a bigger load. Mom took the glass from me and grinned down into it.
“That’s a juicy one,” she said, as she returned it to me. “All right, the quicker you drink it the easier it will be. It will go down smoother if you drink it while you’re still a little horny.”
I brought the glass to my lips and tilted it up until the watery fluid ran into my mouth. I was surprised to discover that it was bland rather than bitter or salty as I expected. “Do you think it’s tasty now?” Mom asked. “It’s delicious, Mom,” I lied. “Thank you for making me drink it.”
“I’ve already taught you something. I’m going to have a good time educating you. Over the past year, I’ve learned a lot about sex. It will be fun passing my knowledge on to you.”
Mom confiscated the tape from the VCR and found the others while searching my room. She even found my pornography collection. She laughed when she held up my treasured copies of “Ass-masters”. “I have a feeling that I’m going to get very horny looking at these. Don’t worry, Mike. You’ll get them all back after you’ve taken your punishment. In the meantime, you will just have to use your imagination when you jack off.”
I laid back on my bed and played a few of my favorite mother-fucking fantasies in my mind. With my balls working overtime, I soon produced enough spunk to jack off for her again. Stark naked, I whacked off in the kitchen while she peeled potatoes. When I was finished, she jotted down a tally mark on a small notepad and hid it away so I couldn’t canlı casino tamper with it. Once the ice was broken, I really enjoyed jacking off for Mom’s entertainment. By jacking off two or three times a day, I worked off my punishment in just six weeks.
I shot and drank my one-hundredth load one morning. When I was finished, Mom said, “Come to my room at eight tonight. Take a hot, soapy bath first. Be sure to bring your camcorder. I want a tape of you losing your virginity. Looking at these will get you worked up again.” She handed me a box filled with my confiscated pornography. I spent the rest of the day watching her tapes and thumbing through my magazines. By the time I went to Mom’s room, my cock was like a steel rod.
My father was out of town on a business trip so we didn’t have to worry about getting caught. Mom was sprawled on the bed clad in a sexy black nightgown. When she moved, the hem fell back to reveal a black garter belt framing her pussy and black nylons clinging to her shapely gams. “Do I look like a whore?” she asked. “No, Mom, you look like a Playboy centerfold.”
I set the camera up on a tripod near the bed and pressed the record button. “Take off your robe and lay here beside me” she said. As I revealed my naked body and raging hard-on, she smiled and said, “It looks like you came prepared.” Mom’s soft hand gently caressed my cock and balls. She wiped away a strand of pre-cum with her thumb and licked it off. “I’ve never had one this big,” she said. “Your father has a gherkin, so you must get this from my side of the family. My father was hung like this.”
“Mom, what happened to you?” I asked. “You were meek and homely when I left for college. Now you’re like a porno queen.”
“Your father neglected my needs. Even when he did come to me for sex it wasn’t any good. He shoved his stubby cock into me a few times and let it shoot. I felt like a garbage disposal. He thinks fellatio and cunnilingus are disgusting, so we never went south. One morning I was laying in bed thinking about my life and how I was wasting it. I had just finished masturbating with my vibrator. I was sick of doing myself. I wanted real people to make me cum with their cocks and tongues. I couldn’t get what I wanted in the shape I was in, so I decided that I would reinvent myself.”
As she was finishing her story, I gave in to my temptation and went for her. I pulled the top of her nightgown down to reveal a plump tit. I wrapped my hand around it and began sucking on the nipple. I felt it swell against my palate. Pleased with my success on that nipple, I fished out the other one and gobbled it. I pushed her tits together and compared nipples. They were identical twins.
“I think we’ll start things off with a lesson in eating pussy,” she said. “Since I discovered how good it feels, it has become my favorite kind of sex. Having my own personal pussy-eater on call will make me feel like a queen.”
I moved lower until I was gawking at her brushed-up beaver. It smelled of sandalwood, one of my favorite scents. I had seen cunny performed in porno, so I knew there was a lot of tongue action involved. I started licking everything in search of her clitoris. The tender nub was hidden by her fluffy bush, but my tongue soon took out the fluff and left it exposed at the top of her slit.
“My clit is very sensitive. Run the tip of your tongue around it in small circles. Put most of your effort into that, but don’t neglect my other parts. A tongue shoved up either hole drives me mad.”
Mom began to whimper and pant. She ran her hand through my hair and, whenever I hit a sensitive spot, gave it a yank. The walls of her pussy began to sweat sex juice. Her big tits began to rise and fall more rapidly. She fondled her breasts and pulled on her nipples. I reached up and took over that pleasant chore. “Oh, my God, kaçak casino I think, yes, yes, I think I’m cumming, YES, SUCK ME OFF, I’M CUMMING!” She grabbed my head and humped my mouth. Her thighs clamped down over my ears, shutting out her screams. I felt like a stud for making my mother cum on my very first attempt at eating pussy. It went on for a long time, and I was somewhat relieved when it ended. I had seen women behave like that in porno and thought it was just an act. After sucking Mom off, I wasn’t so sure.
“I’ll have to rest awhile before we continue,” she said. “You did a very good job and you will get even better with practice.” When she was rested, she straddled my legs and lifted my cock to her lips. “I was sure hoping you would suck it, Mom. I like watching women suck cock in porno. It’s my favorite.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Well, I’ve acquired a taste for it and for the sap. I’ve never sucked one this big. Let’s give it a try.”
The same soft, warm lips that had pecked me on the cheek a thousand times were sliding up and down my throbbing shaft. A thousand sexual fantasies hadn’t prepared me for the feel. Her mouth was warm, wet and slippery. She never took her eyes off of my face. I suppose she was using my facial expressions to judge her progress. As her soft lips caressed the sensitive band of nerves at the top of the shaft, I lost control. “Oh, no, oh, please, no. Look out, Mom. LOOK OUT, MOM! HERE IT COMES!” I came so hard she gagged. Her mouth got even slicker as it filled with spurt after spurt of hot cream. The ecstasy I felt as I watched my mother suck me off is indescribable. I didn’t even last a minute.
“Well, either I’m a very good cock-sucker, or you are very quick on the trigger,” she said. There was a note of concern in her voice. “Don’t feel too badly about it. Men often cum quick their first time. Just lay back and rest.”
“No, Mom, I don’t need a rest. I want to fuck you now. I want to give you a proper fucking and I think I can do it now.”
“Well, all right, come on then. You don’t have to worry about making me pregnant. I had myself fixed.”
She spread her legs and allowed me to mount her. My cock was drawn to her fuck-hole like iron to a magnet. “Oh, yes, that’s nice,” she whispered as I sank half of my pipe. She patiently trained me to fuck her. “I don’t like it straight in and out. It lacks imagination and reminds me of the way your father fucked me. Vary your strokes. I get my greatest pleasure when I don’t know what is coming next. Give me a deep poke and then a shallow one. Use your cock like a crowbar to pry my pussy, up, down and sideways. You’ll hit every nerve. Yes, now you’re getting the hang of it.”
Mom kept her hands pressed lightly to my ass to guide my movements. In the same way a horse interprets its rider’s wishes through the reins, I interpreted my mother’s wishes through her fingers. “Oh, yes, you may be my best fucker yet,” she said. My chest swelled with pride. I bunched her tits together and pressed it down on them to hold them in place.
“Okay, you can pick up speed now,” she said. “Harder and faster now. I’m coming down the homestretch. That’s it, faster! Ride me faster! Oh, yeah, that’s it!” My cock slid in more easily as she lubricated. As I revved up to two strokes per second, she dug her fingernails into my ass. “YES, THAT’S IT! UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..I’M CUMMING!” Her screams made my ears ring. “OH, GOD, ANOTHER ONE!” Our bellies slapped together as she lunged up to meet my thrusts. The thrusting ended as I strained to shoot my load deep inside her. When it was all over, I felt the way I did after jogging a mile – tired but proud of my accomplishment. After I caught my breath, I said, “See what you missed by making me jack off? You could have had a hundred fucks like that one.” She gave me a playful punch on the arm.
I transferred to a nearby college so I could come home on weekends to fuck my insatiable mother. I think my father eventually caught on, but he didn’t seem to care. I think he was pleased that I was doing his duty for him.
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