Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

... massaged her clit. She locked eyes with me and smiled.

I turned back to Bridget – yes, it was Bridget, not my mother. Part of me was disappointed.

Bridget still had my cock in the back of her throat. She was sliding her head up and down the lower half of my cock frantically, almost like a head banger at a metal concert. It was possibly the most incredible blow job I had ever received. I closed my eyes for a moment, re-opened them.

Bridget was gone, my mother was there. She looked up at me with doe eyes as she sucked.

“Oh, mother,” I groaned. I wanted her to suck me until I came. I wanted nothing more than to fuck my own mother in that moment. Mentally, I knew it was Bridget in front of my, but emotionally, it was as if my mother was inhabiting her body. And all I wanted at that moment, was for that to really be my mother, and for me to be fucking her.

I pushed her head free of my cock, picked her up, and set her down on an old air hockey table we had stored in the attic. She lay back on the table, and I leaned forward, devouring her breasts. Her normally large brown aureoles were compressed and the nipples hard like arrowheads. I devoured each one in turn, licking the bumpy brown edges and sucking at the long tips. Bridget squeezed them, then reached around and pushed my face deeper in.

I looked up into her eyes and again had that disconnection where Bridget became my mother. Suddenly I was suckling at my own mother’s breasts. I ate greedily. But I needed ...

... more. I needed to be inside of her.

I wanted to fuck Bridget. I wanted to fuck my mother.

I leaned back from my attentions on her breasts, and gave my cock a few strokes, not that it needed it. I was already hard as diamonds, and I was ready to fuck whoever this was in front of me, Bridget or my mother.

Bridget slipped a hand down her stomach, down to her slit, and spread her lips apart, revealing the soft, wet, crumpled pink inside. Juice flowed freely down her ass cheeks and puddled on the table underneath her.

“Fuck me, now,” she gasped.

I slipped the tip of my cock in between her fingers, between her spread lobes, and into her sopping snatch. She squeezed her muscles tight as I slowly slid in. The ribs of my shaft bumping along the ribs of the muscles in her vaginal walls made me gasp and I had to stop for fear of coming before I was ready.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she murmured.

I took a deep breath and pushed the rest of the way in until my balls were against her asshole. She moaned and I looked down into her eyes. Bridget – my mother – the two switched places in my vision as I began to slide in and out. The flesh of my cock and the flesh of her pussy pressed against each other, eliciting moans from both of us as Bridget gushed in her first orgasm.

The feel of her fluids pouring across my thighs, my balls, energized me, and I picked up the pace, sliding in and out. Bridget lifted her legs and rested her calves on my shoulders. I grabbed her thighs for ...