My Life - S01 E62

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My Life - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

Not a purely Incestuous one, sure it was based on sex, but she taught me things, she helped me become a man who was confident enough to go out and take charge of his sex life, and find numerous lovers of his own.

She still saw me as her son, but also as a man who had matured, who had stepped up when needed, and become the man of the house.... and the man of the house FUCKS the lady of the house! It took me longer to cum than I would've thought, I must've still been really drained from last night. This was one of the loudest fuck sessions I've ever had. With no one around to hear, or care, we didn't hold anything back. I grunted like a beast, slamming into her as fast as I could. My forward thrusts pushing her thighs and legs into the kitchen cabinets, causing a loud repeated banging noise to echo through the house. My mom came, Eyes squeezed shut, screaming in pleasure as her hands blindly searched for something to hold on to. Watching my mom orgasming from the sensation of her son's cock jackhammering her asshole was just the mental and visual stimulant my body needed to push me over the top.

Seconds later I felt my own climax rising through my body. I started hammering her faster, which I wouldn't have thought possible. The speed and excitement of my frenzied humping was building mom up to her fourth orgasm, and when exploded inside her rectum the force and final inward thrusts were enough to finish her off yet again. The house was filled with our combined groans of release and exhaustion, and after several minutes had passed, my body finally had the strength to move again, and I let go of her waist and stepped back. I let my softening cock slip out of my mother and hang in front of me, as Semen dripped from the tip of my prick, and her throbbing anus.

"Wow." I finally said. "Um, I'm gonna go hop in the shower." I said, walking back around the counter.

"OK sweetheart" My mom replied, standing up straight and composing herself, "breakfast will be ready when you get out." She said as she continued to butter the toast.

And that was that. The rest of the week was like walking in between two parallel universes. We fucked 24 times in six days. which was impressive since she still had to go to work. But when she was home we were fucking, and when we weren't, we were just like any other family. We weren't in love, or dating or anything like that, our relationship was simply mother and son. But as the only man in the house, I took on a lot of chores and tasks that would normally go to the husband, as well as being looked at as the "protector" of the family. My mom just continued her the role she started when she first gave me a hand job, simply helping her son and making him feel good... only now I was older (albeit orily a year and a half older) and no longer a virgin, so she was just treating me like a man, and rewarding me for my help. And I got a lot of rewards.

We mostly stayed naked, maybe I'd wear boxers and she'd wear a dress or skirt, whatever made it easier for me to get in and out. We fucked all over, it became a game for me, looking for opportunities to stick my dick in my mom. The kitchen became my favorite, she would be making something, I'd just come up behind her and go at it. They weren't always long, hard core events. To the contrary, most of the time I just had quick little "3 pump dumps", not literally of course, but I'd fuck her from behind while she continued doing whatever she was doing. Once she bent over to pick something up and I pounced. It was probably a bit annoying on her part, but she never complained, she let me have my fun, and usually had hers as well. She started giving me my bedtime BJs again, I preferred them, they were a change of pace from all the fucking, plus there was less mess, and they relaxed me before falling asleep.

All in all it was a fantastic week. I even went over to Lyla's one afternoon while my mom was at work, for a three-way with her and Shelby. Sure we caught up a bit, I hadn't seen then in weeks. I asked how their trips were and stuff like that, but mostly they just rode my prick raw. It was fun, except that after having them Fuck me for three hours and drain three loads out of me, I got home just before mom, who apparently had a rough day at work and needed to sit on some teen dick to unwind. She pushed me down on the couch, pulled her skirt up and jumped on. It took me a while to cum, which ultimately worked out because she bounced on my cock for an hour non stop, she came four times before I did, then just climbed off and started making dinner.

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. Birds were chirping and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The curtains were opened, letting the warm light in, and I had mom's ankles pushed back to her ears. I had climbed on top of her as soon as woke up, she was still asleep, but that didn't last long. As soon as I slid my morning wood into her muff she moaned softly to herself, two more strokes and she opened her sleepy eyes to the sight of her son on top of her, grasping her breasts and slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. She smiled and stretched, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Naturally, it progressed to me bending her in half and pile driving my prick into her small intestines, before we eventually had a simultaneous orgasm and I collapsed back on to the mattress.

"We should be back before dinner." Mom called from the shower. Today she was heading to pickup Lacy.

"OK, I'll have something ready." I said, still laying in bed. I was conflicted about Lacy coming home. I was happy to see my little sister again. And I was looking forward to how eager she would be to take out her sexual frustrations on her big brother. However.. This was going to complicate the new arrangement my mom and I had. We couldn't let Lacy catch us, and Lacy and I still couldn't let mom find out about us.. this was going to be a pain in the ass. And on top of that, Mariola had even texted me the other day saying that should stop by some time, AND Lyla and Shelby were already wondering when I would be coming back over! Geeze. I heard the shower turn off.

"So what are we going to tell Lacy?" Mom asked, walking back in the room still toweling off. It was like she had been reading my mind.

"Why do we have to tell her anything? We just have to be careful not to get caught."

"But being careful isn't always enough, look at you and her."

"What?... What do you mean?" I sat up in bed.

"Sweetie, I saw you two on the sofa that night.." My eyes widened, "having sex." My heart stopped.

"You saw us?" I could barely speak.

"Yes, and I thought you saw me too?"

"I did! But you never said anything to us!"

"I didn't see the need. It was obviously consensual. And I figured bringing it up would just cause embarrassment and make things uncomfortable. But now that you and I are having sex.." there wasn't a hint of shame in her volce as she said those words out loud for the first time this whole week, "we need to decide what we're going to do. Because if you're going to continue to sleep with me and her, It's only fair to let her know." She was right, but I was dreading this.

"Well she doesn't know about Lyla and Shelby either..."