Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02

... but for now I'll make us some coffee and breakfast.

I climbed off her, but not without looking at that beautiful love triangle, which I had been pounding just 5 minutes before. I took my hand and rubbed the outside of my callused pointy finger hard over her clit. It was too much and sent another shiver of a small orgasm through my mother's spine. She moaned with clinched teeth, and I left her on the bed.

I wrapped a towel around my hips and went into the kitchen. I filled the kettle, and started to make coffee. I was pouring the first brew into the filter when my mom came into the kitchen. Damn, she looked gorgeous. She was "dressed" in a white T-shirt, her nipples hard as wood, showing through, and I knew she had on nothing else. She saw that the coffee would take a while, and said, "I think I better have a shower."

I said, "Ok, but just remember, I will breed you later some more."

She looked at me, expressionless, smiled, and went into the bathroom. I continued with the coffee and put some toast in the toaster. I got some jams from the fridge, some cheese and salami, and was wondering if I should make some bacon and eggs.

I was in a near euphoric mood and mumbled to myself, "Let's celebrate me fucking my mom the first night."

I got 4 eggs and a pack of bacon. I quickly got some plates out while the pan was heating up; topped up the coffee filter with hot water; and started the bacon. The bacon was already starting to get crispy, and I put the eggs into ...

... the pan.

When my mom eventually came out of the bathroom, she was just wearing a towel around her body, tied over her breasts.

'Damn, does this woman has a set of legs,' was what immediately went thru my mind.

I said to her, "I thought we celebrate a bit. I also want to keep up your strength."

She smiled and asked, "Who taught you to fuck like that?"

I grinned and said, "Nobody, maybe I am a natural. Remember, I am your son!"

I pulled a chair for her and said, "Come sit down now and eat something. Here is your coffee."

As she sat down, she jumped up again and said, "Oops, that's cold." She then put the towel under her butt and sat down again.

I kissed her behind her ear and said, "you look amazing, and feel even better."

She smiled and took the cup with both hands, like her hands were cold and she wanted to warm them up with the hot mug. I got the eggs and the bacon, and carefully put them on her plate. I then paused, looked at her, and said, "From now on, I am your lover, and you will be my woman. You will be my personal slut and you will be my whore; my own cum dump, girlfriend, and my mother that I am using as my fuck toy."

She just stared back at me, not saying a word, but her silence was an acknowledgement of what I'd said. With that, I French kissed her on her mouth and said, "enjoy!"

She dug in. I knew my mom well. She enjoyed that kind of breakfast and more so, the fact of being treated special.

I think that was the problem with her. ...