Widow Need Sex - Erotic story Page 2

  - “Grab my tit... Come on!” She asked persistently.

  I did what she asked, of course. I grabbed her right tit, but first I ripped the short nightgown straps. I lost control completely.

  I did not know if it was because of my touching her tit or ripping the straps, but she worked her ass even faster, pushing me back as if she had wanted to swallow me.

  I bit her shoulders squeezing her huge right tit which was soft and had a turgid nipple. Unsuccessfully, I tried to tame it with one hand. The whole game was unknown to me. It incredibly turned me on, so I knew I was close to finishing. She knew that, too. She did not want us to separate. Breathing quickly, she uttered: “Don’t get it out! I should get my period in three days... Fill me up!” She said it at the moment when avalanche of sperm rushed from my balls. I did what she asked, and she felt it at the end of the sentence. She also started coming, screaming with pleasure. She completely forgot about her late husband.

  Although I had already come, I did not get my dick out of her. It still bathed in my mom’s pussy that was hot like a sauna. I waited for it to soften.

  As my dick was getting down, my mood was getting down, as well. I was not ashamed. It was more like a feeling of remorse. I felt guilty when I thought of my father. On the other hand, mom totally forgot about my father’s death. Satisfied, she turned towards me, ready to cuddle and to continue playing the game.

  She noticed that I boycotted her, so she started up a conversation. Her hair was messy and she looked shook up from the intense experience. Her boobs were out of the nightgown, her underwear was lifted up, she was all sweaty and she panted.

  - “What’s wrong now? You’re indecisive again? Well, son, you’ll have to be more determined. There’s no remorse after fucking. I just want to tell you that you were fantastic.”

  I did not say a word. I stared at the ceiling. She noticed that I felt something I was not able to describe. The feeling did not go away. She continued: “There’s no need to regret anything. You’re just like your father. He would have been proud of you, too, if he had been able to see us. He would have rather had his son fucking his wife than someone else. I’m right, aren’t I? You’re aware that I’m 44 and that I need a dick as much as you need what I gave you. Isn’t it better to have this thing between us than to drag some guys in here... Oh, God, I can’t even imagine that. In this way I stayed faithful to your father. Trust me.”

  We were silent for a while. I felt I was getting back to a normal state. I wanted us to make love again, which reflected on my dick.

  - “Really? He would’ve been proud if he had been able to see us?” I asked.

  - “Sure!” She shortly replied.

  - “Well, then...” Without finishing the sentence, I threw myself on her, more precisely on her round chocolate-like nipples.

  = “Ahhh, yeees! See, you’re just like your father! Ahhh! He liked doing that to me, too. Yeees!” She moaned turning me on. She held her breasts in her hands offering them to me.

  - “What else he liked doing?” I accepted this pervert game.

  - “He licked me... everywhere... down there. Yeees!”

  Without hesitation, I went down there and started licking her. She spread her legs and bent her knees moving her underwear aside to make herself more hospitable.

  Right away I started slapping the reddish neatly-cropped pussy with my tongue. I tried to dry it up with my tongue, collecting the liquids that originated from both of us. Then, she stopped me for a moment. We had troubles with her undies that kept coming back to the pussy, so she was not able to release the hand with which she intended to touch the clitoris.

  - “Wait a second. I have to take the thong off. The thong performed its function.” She said revealing that she had been luring me with it from the very beginning.

  She got up to take off her nightgown, too. She accidentally placed her irresistible butt in front of me. Spell-bound, I threw myself on her, pushing her forward, so that she ended up on her elbows and knees with her butt facing me. I grabbed her buttocks firmly, separating them. I had never seen an anus before. I had only read about it.

  It was very neat, too, with many equally cropped short hairs. I started wetting it with my tongue, unconsciously preparing it for an act that would follow.

  Judging by her reactions, the sensation of having somebody’s tongue on her anus was not unfamiliar to her. She was not ashamed at all, although it was her own son’s tongue. She started moaning harder. She told me some things, repeating the belly dance she performed at the beginning of the night.

  - “Ahhh, you really are like your father... Yeees... This was his favorite spot, too.” She said with tears in her eyes. The tears were not an expression of sorrow for her husband, but pleasure with her son.

  Then she suggested that we get into a different position, showing her 15-day-hunger for a dick.

  - “Come on, give it to your mama’s mouth. Let mama give you a blowjob. Ahhh!” She tried to divert me from licking her anus although she enjoyed it divinely.

  I did what she told me. I lay on my back expecting she would start giving me a blowjob. However, she was an experienced fucker. She did not want to give up the pleasure I provided her by licking her. She put her legs around me so that her butt was above my head. As soon as she bent down and put my dick in her mouth, I went back to work, continuing where I left off. I licked her anus again, only this time from a different perspective.

  I tried to extend my neck so that I would be able to reach that magical little circle which was the size of a button and reminded me of a target. As a matter of fact, it was a target I wanted to penetrate. I felt the warmth of her soft thighs on my ears, while she was giving me a blowjob. I could not remember how long the oral game lasted. I only remembered that, being afraid I would come too early and delay the wish called my mom’s anus, I pushed her forward forcing her to make two steps on her knees, so that I would be able to get myself out. I got myself out and found myself behind her, while she was still on her arms and knees ready to receive me. I separated her buttocks with my hands. She screamed: “Wait! You want to kill me? It can’t be done dry.” She leaned aside to the night stand and took baby cream from a drawer.

  - “Take this and put it on the hole if you want to come inside.”

  I took it and applied it on her anus, putting in one finger at a time.

  - “Yeees! Now put your dick inside, too.”

  I did what she asked, of course. I creamed it so much that it was ice-slippery. After thorough preparations, I finally started fucking her butt. It was difficult at first for both of us. It was difficult for me to penetrate, and it was very painful for her. But as soon as the dick’s head paved the way, it became much easier. It became indescribable. I stuffed it like crazy and she moaned in a satisfied way. She turned me on with her words that she just spilled out of her mouth: “Yeees! My son... Yeees! Fuck your mommy! Yeees! Ahhh! Yeees! Console this bereft widow... Come on! Ahhh! Console me! Yeees! Yeees!” She repeated that all the time. It worked on me. It hardened my dick which became very large. When she mentioned a widow, it drove me crazy; it turned me on the most. I incredibly enjoyed.

  She enjoyed just the same. I sensed it by the rhythm of her movements. She took the initiative swaying back and forth, while I paused and enjoyed. I more than enjoyed watching my mom leaning on her elbows, with her butt up, swaying and swallowing my shiny dick. Whenever she pushed back, colliding with my thighs and stomach, her buttocks undulated like sea waves. She kept turning me on with her words: “Look at mama doing it... Ahhh! Fuck me! Yeees! Console the single mother... Yeees! You like widows, don’t you?”

  I could not delay the climax anymore. I did not want to. I wanted to experience those few seconds that were worth living for. Those seconds came.

  I stood behind my mom calmly, letting her do everything alone until the end. I filled her butt, while she was coming at the same time, rubbing herself on her clitoris. While I sprayed inside her anus, I had a feeling I was
flying. I wanted it to stay like that forever. Then she turned around sensing I was done. She took things into her own hands. She did not let it go down.

  She put it in her mouth and started giving me a blowjob just as good as she fucked. She did it succulently, with a special delight. Her mouth was filled with saliva. I noticed that when she pulled it out of her hungry mouth. There was a long drool-like string stretching from her lips to the head of my dick. She put it back to her mouth like spaghetti together with my dick that was ready to spray again, which happened very soon, as soon as she put it among her large breasts with huge turgid nipples size of a cookie. Sensing that I was coming, she put it back to her mouth where I came. In only one night, I came into my mother’s three most important holes. That was it for the night. I just collapsed and fell asleep.

  In the morning when I woke up, actually it was noon, I was alone in the room. I felt hunger and rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower, sensing the smell of breakfast waiting for me on the table.

  I came out of the bathroom completely nude. I did not have a reason to be ashamed of anything. Passing by the kitchen, I spotted my mom standing near the sink doing usual housework. The moment I spotted her dressed in black, my dick jumped upwards like an arrow, not letting me do what I planned to do in the bathroom. I just did what I had to do then, the usual morning needs, and I quickly went towards the room where my mom was.

  I came to her from behind groping her hips. She wore the same skirt that she wore the day before, the skirt that covered her thighs packed in stockings. She also wore a tight-fitting black shirt.

  As soon as I touched her she yelled: “Aah! You scared the hell out of me!”

  - “There’s nothing to be afraid of, widow... Ahhh!” I whispered into her ear standing behind her and putting my hand underneath her skirt.

  - “No! Don’t... What’s wrong with you? Have breakfast first. Ohhh!” She replied pretending to oppose, although her moans revealed that she enjoyed my touches. I had to obey to my commander who got fully erected.

  - “At least wait until I finish this.” She asked showing me her hands covered with foam and rubbing her ass against my dick.

  - “There’s no waiting! Now or never!” I said horny as a bull and began tearing her stockings and releasing her ass.

  Seeing that I was horny as a beast, and she was as horny as I was, she put her ass out even more and spread her legs to make it easier for me.

  - “Yeees! Ahhh! Take it slowly, please! My ass hole is still a mess from last night.” She asked me to be careful simultaneously trying to release her boobs from the bra and put them out through the half-unbuttoned shirt.

  - “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you in the pussy.” I promised, removing the black thong from her ass and placing it aside, like she did last night.

  Seeing her with spread legs with her stockings ripped and her skirt lifted up above the hips, I wanted to lick her again, but I could not resist the temptation to fuck her.

  She was so horny that she got wet in a second, so I stuck it to her without any troubles. She accepted it immediately and started moving her hips massaging her boobs covered with foam.

  - “Ahhh, son! Whaaat are you doing to me! Ahhh! Ahhh! Yeees! Stick it to me harder! Fuck me hard! Tear me apart like the stockings! Yeees! Ahhh!” She provoked me with her words again and I fucked her hard. Then the doorbell rang. Surprised and confused, I paused for a moment, until she encouraged me again: “Don’t stop... Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahhh! Yeees! Let it ring! Yees! Just fuck this poor widow! Ahhh!” Of course, I did what she asked me to, continuing in the same rhythm or maybe even harder because of the fact that someone was at the door ringing persistently asking to be let in.

  The doorbell kept ringing turning us on even more.

  - “Yees! Don’t stop! Grab my tits! Ahhh! Yeees!” The horny widow asked shaking her butt. The uninvited guest kept pressing the doorbell.

  - “Yeees! Just a little bit more... Ahhh, you motherfucker... Squeeze them harder. Yeees!” She moaned quietly although she wanted to scream of pleasure. She wanted me to squeeze harder her soapy boobs. I did everything she said. Being a good son, I obeyed my mother. I fucked her just like she wanted. Horny like hell, soon I started coming, pulling my rock-hard dick out of my mother’s endless hole. I grabbed it hard with my right hand and jerked off pushing it into the space between mom’s right thigh and the ripped stockings. I spilled all the sperm that had collected in me during the night at that place, sticking it to mom’s white thighs, while the excess sperm spilled over and dripped down to her calves, making a white stripe on the sexy black fabric. I restrained myself from screaming experiencing the floating sensation that I felt the evening before.

  For a while, my mom stood with her elbows placed on the sink, with her bobs out, naked buttocks, the thong away from her butt, stockings ripped, massively covered with my sperm. She waited for the doorbell to stop ringing, and then she went to the bathroom where I joined her...