Aunt Cathy Pt. 22

{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}
I looked up to see mom, in silhouette, wearing nothing but my captain jersey, heels, and pearls. She had a cigarette between her lips languidly moving it up and down like a lone oil field pump; her stiletto heel and back rested against the jamb. Even with the material it wasn't hard to make out her Jack Frost approved nipples. On me the team crest would have lain flat on her it seemed to hang from the frosty's a good way from her mid drift.
Where her legs faded, a perfect arc of shadow showed the flawlessness of her ass. One of her vibrators was hanging from a lanyard on her right wrist. In that hand was a small plastic bottle, her other hand was holding something In a velvet pouch. She was running her tongue over her lips giving me the most lurid look. I was stunned. So much so I didn't even try to cover up or let go of my dick.
"Don't stop. I could watch you stroke that beautiful cock all day and night."
I didn't start right away, the way she looked still had me spell bound. "I'm waiting sweetie." The look she was giving me, mixed with the smokiness of her voice made me start to pulse, so I did what she asked. That made her push off the frame with her back, further jutting her tit's out. "That's it baby. Your making mama very wet." One foot in front of the other, with the bottom left corner of her lip bit, she started towards the end of my bed.
Mom I'd seen walk a million times. But even if the figure prowling forward had a striking resemblance to my birth mother. There was some doubt that this intensely erotic women, who was about to make a meal out of her son, was the same person. I could not take my eyes off her. She had me dazed into a weird type of submission, one I'm not scared to admit, had me more than a little nervous.
When the edge of my bed finally stopped her wicked sashay, she knelt down and bent at the waist, her elbows coming to rest between my legs while her hands made a shelf for her chin to rest on. "I bet Cathy loves to watch you jack off too. She ever video it? Would have loved to of had a copy of that, but now I've got the real thing so close I can almost taste it. In fact, (the slyness on her face was invigorating) that sounds like a very good idea." One of her hands pulled out from under her chin and a finger ran over my leaking cock head.
She never broke eye contact with me as that finger vanished between the coral pink of her lips. "Mmmmm, love that taste." Mom was teasing me and having fun. "Tell me something," Both hands back under chin now. "Does she swallow? If she doesn't, she's missing out on some tasty cum." Without taking her heels off she moved onto the bed and sat back, putting a heel on each side of my head. A soft buzzing filled the air. "Hope you like to watch too."
I was wrong about there being only three articles of clothing, she had on silk pink, panties too. The internet has giving up a fair share of packets bringing porn to my computer, none of it had even close to the sight of her groaning and rotating her hips while gliding that vibrator over her covered pussy.
Little by little the light pink dampened turning dark. Mom was quivering her lips, glancing through half closed eyes at the quickening pace of my jacking. She was so wet and sticky her panties molded onto her lips, making a camel toe view that had me wondering how much more I could take. Then my resolve was put to test. "Here." Mom scooted up till her hot, soaked artemisbet yeni giriş panties were on my balls. "Let's trade."
I got the vibrator. "Play my clit sweetie." Her hand wrapped around my cock but not before she lubed it up with what was becoming a steady flow out of my dick eye. "No, no. Not the lips, just my clit, and don't make me cum, just turn my cunt into the ocean. It'll feel a lot better when you push that nice hard cock into me" Dirty talk had never been my thing, mom changed that. She alliterated her horniness like a succubus casting a spell. All that did was make me all the more attentive to that one spot. She responded emphatically.
"FUCK! Uh-uh, not how I want to cum" Her ankles went together over my shoulder as her ass came off the bed. "Rip these fucking panties off me. It's time I got your meat to split me." They did come off; at around the same rate she'd teased me earlier. I enjoyed doing that, for a short while. "Getting cocky?" Ankles flicked sending her heels flying while she pulled a zero g maneuver ending up perched over my dick.
She got serious then.
"No coming back boy. I can blow you, and you can do that missing tooth trick I've heard about. We can relieve ourselves like that. Or you're going to find out about this cummy lava hole between my thighs. What do you want to do?"
That was a no brainer.
"I want you to take that jersey off so I can run my hands all over you. Then, I want you to do whatever you've been planning on doing with me."
The jersey didn't come off immediately, instead she straddled me and took my cock in her hands. "Then look at me sweetie. Don't take your eyes off mine."
Wet heat met up with my glans, I was slid through just to the bottom edge of my tip. "Ready?" She got a desperate groan in return. "I'm going to take my own sweet time at this, that's a big part of what I've wanted to do to you."
Mom took a full five minutes sinking on to me, all the while never breaking the gaze. For some perspective, I ain't that long, so figure forty-five seconds an inch? All the time she was lowering herself, hot pussy juice ran down my shaft and over my balls, a sensation that combined with the sight of her fingernails digging into her tit's, was threatening to push me over the edge. If she didn't read that, and it was just the way she seduced, her banter got upped to a level that a porn star would have blushed at.
"DAMN YOUR THICK!! Your dad was a FUCKING pencil compared to you! Make me cum and stay hard for me, I'm going to fuck you severely, put that cock all the way up in my stomach. Ooooo yeah baby. GAWD damn!" I was still a good inch out of her when she started sliding up and down, alternating speeds, and using her pussy muscles like a hand jacking me off. When she started gyrating her hips it was my turn to mouth off.
"I hope your enjoying this because I plan on taking you every fucking day. You're going to get pile driven from one day into the next.
"Mmmmm, GOOD. I want those loads; I want them ALL OVER my face and tits. FUCK YOU FEEL GOOD!! SHIT! "
Her hands came off her tits sinking into my chest, she raked them down leaving marks that were not going away anytime soon. That pain woke up a new fetish in me, incredibly I got even harder, "FUCKING HELL! Do that again!" For the next half hour we flipped positions. Me on my back touching every inch of her satin skin, her on hers, legs over my shoulders while my balls slapped against her artemisbet giriş pussy. Eventually she ended back on top of me panting.
"My ass is yours, make me grunt when you take it, fuck it into me deep and hard, cream pie..."
She stopped moving, fluttering her eyes and panting in huge deep breaths. My jersey was peeled off and tossed aside. Her arms chicken winged behind her neck arching her back. "Pinch my nipples and pull my tit's out tight, I'm gonna cum on your cock! FILL MY PUSSY!!" Fingers clamped her nipples and I yanked. Mom screeched and drove home the last of me, absolutely creaming while she did. Her eyes rolled back while she chanted, 'fuck yes' over and over.
That did it for me.
Hips lifted her off the bed, (somehow no tooth was broken considering how hard my jaw clenched) and in one huge gush I sent what felt like gallons of cum into my mother. The groan she made was deep and guttural, it vibrated my cock then shook the springs in my mattress. Mom went from dirty talk to a whimpering and fell onto me. For a while she just shuddered on top of me before cupping my face in her hands. "Tell me you love me. Tell me I'm hot."
"I will always love you, in all ways, forever mom. As far as hot? Darvaza's got nothing on you."
Ever so softly, so exquisitely gentle, she moved off me, putting her head on my chest draping a leg over mine and whispered, "I've never let lose, or cum like that before. Your dad was so stoic. I groaned at him to fuck me once, he bawled me out." I felt her smile through my chest. "But you? Your ecstasy." Just two words, 'Your ecstasy' and I forget about all the bullshit in my life and just apexed up and over it all.
(Apexed. I know. Another word for the dictionary.)
Didn't really know what to say in return. Tried to be cool and collected, that got flustered by the blood starting to move in again. Visions of moms, 'I want those loads' made it happen that much faster. Then out of the blue mom bolted upright, "Oh my god what did I do?" and jumped off the bed.
One time Gramps had got me to help with a lawn mower, told me to put the spark plug wire on, I did, but didn't know any better and held on. He pulled. That shock was weak compared to the one mom had just caused in my heart.
The jersey she'd flung off sat on the floor, when she bent over to pick it up, a brilliant ruby flash emitted from the crack of her butt checks. I balked and had to hold on to that question for a while. Mom gathered the garb up and in a move any Playboy photographer would of gold starred, sat on my bed, her knees together, butt on her ankles, my jersey clutched to her chest. "I'm so sorry baby, I WILL get this dry-cleaned."
I just shook my head. "You are so sexy and beautiful. Don't worry about it, your scent will be exactly what I need to get, damn it, try I mean, harder when the game happens." She giggled softly. "Okay. Back to my introductory question. Were you ever going to tell me?"
"You know I would of. Besides it would have become pretty obvious game day."
"So there is a game day? When, where and who?"
"Three weeks, a rink we've never played in, and the City Wolves." Mom's eyes flashed, no love loss in this house for that team. "By the way, our rink has been deemed neutral, I'm gonna have to get the pond going." She didn't skip a beat.
"Ooooo, a house full of young hockey candy to choose from. I like that idea."
I pulled her on to my lap. "Just start with sob. He's artemisbet güvenilirmi probably home building up right arm muscle over you as we speak."
That got a solid laugh. "You just want to give mary an excuse to tit for tat on yours," She ground down on my cock. "Nice. Ready for action again huh? Glad I'm not the only one that wants more." No letup man, millimeters away from a kiss and...
BEEDLE, BEEDLE, BEEDLE.
Mom looked at the phone. "Oh shit."
Looked at me. "We have a small problem."
Fire through a gasoline-soaked barn of gunpowder hay-bales couldn't have blown the word, 'CONDOM' my brain harder, and you guessed it, out of my mouth too. I got, and deserved, the 'your pitiful' eye roll and head shake. "Really? Kind of had that covered dorkus." She nodded to my cell. "That would be your aunt, most likely wanting to know why Mr. Bear isn't broadcasting yet."
Yup. Was more lost than the Jupiter II. (I like classic TV, shoot me.) Wasn't lost on mom that I was wandering around in mental space though. "Oh my god son, think." I didn't clue in fast enough. "Boy, I swear. I was supposed to wait." She looked at me like that was the key to enlightenment. "Lord. But couldn't, you had to be with me and only me the first time." Her eyes lowered. "And, Just in case you didn't want me, I Didn't want that, you know, on cam."
The bear. The FUCKING bear. Sure as shit, Mr. Bear was not in his 'do not move' position any more, he'd been moved to my computer desk. The desk that sat right beside my bed. The perfect place to optimize Cathy's viewing angle, that angle being me, or as was the plan, me and mom. Kind of explained the giggling when I first walked in the house.
"Have I got this straight? You were supposed to bring Cathy in on us to watch, Right?" Got a north to south nod. "But you wanted me alone first?"
"Yes."
"And you were totally okay with the watching, just wanted to make love first? As un-hallmark as that may have been."
Giggle "Yes again."
"Mom."
"What?"
"I'm not seeing a problem here. You asked me if I wanted to make love to you or fuck you, Right? We covered the first half of that question. I'm hard as a rock again, all your dirty talk put some serious horny into me. So now, we can give Cathy something to drive her nuts. And in all honesty? I really want to see that." Mom got the most cat that ate a canary look on her face.
"First though, I got more questions before I answer that phone. Check me on this again. Sob told you about the 'C', and where you could find the jersey? You went and got it, then added some ruby plug jewelry while I was having my shower, right?"
"Is that all Sherlock?"
"No. Two more. How long were you watching me jack off, and, you still have that collar to hem button down dress you made?" The dress was one she'd made out of tiny blue belled printed cotton. Short sleeved and bodice tight, it skirted a little below her knees. A thin belt around the waist separated top from bottom. Every time she'd wore it I'd fantasized of undoing each button and placing a kiss.
"Long enough to decide you didn't have the option of no. And yes. Why exactly?"
"You're not the only one that's been fantasizing for a while. Your white pumps too"
She smiled knowing exactly why I'd asked. "Wanna play inch worm huh?" Still both naked, she stroked my hard on. "Better get dressed, good luck hiding that." My phone went off again. Mom slid down and engulfed me with her mouth once, then let my cock recoil against her cheek when she pulled off. "That's gonna feel so good exploding on my face." She put a kiss on my nose, (tell me if you've heard this before) and melodically (sisters, I swear) added as she left.
"Answer your, phu-"OH,OH"-nuh."