Five or Six Big Gulps for Mom - Sex Stories

Five or Six Big Gulps for Mom

Five or Six Big Gulps for Mom It took about five or six big gulps for Mom to swallow my entire load. It seems like the more I have sex with her, the more cum my nuts produce… which is fine with both of us. Our incest started a little over two years ago, right after I started high school. She was thirty-six and I was fifteen at the time. The first time, was purely MY taking advantage of the perfect opportunity…… Of course, as a horny fifteen year old boy, my dick stayed hard all the time. The memory on my desktop computer was almost to capacity with porn I had downloaded. Most of it was commercial porn, but I was able to find a few videos of boys and girls that I knew from school. Most of the girls had no idea they were doing blow jobs and being fucked on camera. The ones who did know always put on a big show. Needless to say, my little trash can stayed full of cum filled Kleenexes. I knew my Mom and Dad only had sex on Friday nights. Helloooo… you could hear Mom all over the house. I often wondered why she was so vocal, and what her cunt looked like. Mom and son videos were always some of my favorites, on the internet, and it always seemed like mothers usually preferred their son’s sex sessions over their husband’s. I had no doubt that most of the players in porn videos were actors, but the more I watched, the more I wondered about Mom’s body. One Friday afternoon, I got a text from Dad, “Mom must be on the phone, tell her Dave can’t come in tonight, so I’ll be working a ...

... double. I’ll be home in the morning around 7:30. Thanks, Don. Love ya, son.” Mom didn’t hear me come into the kitchen. I overheard her talking to my Aunt Sue. She giggled and told Sue that she was going to be in bed naked when Dad got home. She was going to leave the light on so he would get his eyes full when he walked in the door, “I have a black mask for my eyes so I can nap until he gets here. I intend to get him so horny I’ll get the best fuck I’ve had in a couple of years. “Donnie should be asleep for more than an hour before Ed gets here.” Aunt Sue was snickering when she said, “Better careful, sis, that boy’s beginning to get a pretty good bulge in his britches. If he hears you two, you’ll have cum stains all over his sheets.” “Yeah, well, I’ve been dealing with that for a couple of years, now. But… he’s a boy and that’s going to happen.” I slipped back, out of sight, and made my way to the front door, slammed it and yelled out that I was home… after what I just heard, there was no way I was going to tell Mom that Dad wouldn’t be home that night. Mom was acting a little silly all evening. Then I figured out she was sneaking sips of wine from the pantry. Until recently, I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t pour herself a glass and just sit and enjoy it. Not long ago, she told me that grandpa had been a wino and lost everything to a loan shark. He shot himself when mom was two. She had promised grandma that she would never touch alcohol. She didn’t drink in front of me ...