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Mom Cleans House

... shaft. I couldn't believe it. My mother just had an orgasm with my cock buried inside her. The feeling of her clamping down on me made my cock start to twitch, and I knew I was about to shoot a load. Mom must have known too. "Take it out, Tommy! TAKE IT OUT!!" she yelled. The sensation of her walls encasing my shaft as I pulled out was too much for me. As soon as my cock was free of her tight grip I began to shoot ropes of hot cum all over her exposed tummy and pubic mound. Lying flat on her, the shaft of my cock on her clit, I rocked my hips up and down until my orgasm was over. Mom just lay there unmoving. Carefully, I rolled off her and somehow managed to stand up. When I finally got her to her feet I noticed what a mess she was. There was oil in her hair, my semen stained the black slip and was dripping from her bush to the floor. Looking at her, I felt only a deep shame. "I'm so, so, sorry, Mom," I profusely apologized. She stood there looking from me to the front of herself for a few seconds before slapping me across the face. "How could you," she said, before running for the bathroom. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't like I'd woken up this morning and decided I would bone my mother. I heard the shower running as I went about the difficult task of cleaning up all the oil. I glanced up when she emerged from the bathroom but she never looked at me, she just went to her room and shut the door. It took close to three hours to completely clean the mess, but once done I ...

... turned on the coffee maker and headed for my own shower. Feeling clean again, I went to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and sat at one of the two dining room chairs. Mom must have smelt the fresh pot because she came out swallowed in my robe and fixed herself a cup. I could see her eyes were red from crying. "Mom?" I pleaded. "Not now Tommy. We'll talk later, I just need to think right now," she said as she headed back to the bedroom. After another cup I put on a sweatshirt and jeans, then strolled down to the beach to do some thinking of my own. The best thing to do was give her some space I thought. Hopefully she would understand that it had all been an accident. The day was a little chilly so I was pretty much alone as I sat in the sand and watched the waves crash in. My mood was somber as I pondered what would happen between us now. A few hours later I still felt like the biggest shit of the century as I made my way home. Mom's car was gone when I got there and a note on the table said she went shopping. I turned on the television and tried to relax, but it wasn't long before I was sound asleep. My name being repeated over and over brought me out of a deep sleep, filled with images of Mom and I making passionate love. Opening my eyes, I saw she was sitting at the dining table and there were two plates of food on it. "What time is it," I asked. "Almost 7pm," she told me. I had slept the entire afternoon away and still felt drained. "Mom, I want you to know how sorry I ...