Weekend Boredom - Sex Stories

Weekend Boredom

... intense release of energy has been a long time coming.

Now is not the time for Dad to come crashing in because he's forgotten something. The thought crosses my mind but I’m powerless to do anything in this vulnerable position other than look him in the eye and smile.

I cum hard on her tongue and mouth and she knows she's going to get wet from her efforts. I’ve hardly started convulsing when she finishes me off with her expert tongue action. I’m writhing like I’m having an epileptic fit. My orgasm reaches all of my body parts at the same time. I hadn’t noticed, but the only thing keeping me still are her legs descending over my upper body, her cunt descending onto my face and her tits squashing into my stomach.

I lift my head to meet it. I can't wait the three seconds it would have taken to reach me and suddenly my mouth is full of my mum's snatch. I’m licking as soon as my tongue touches her. Lapping at her sex while her head is buried in mine. My hands come upon her ass and I pull her down onto my face. She tastes fucking wonderful and I can’t get enough of her.

My second orgasm builds fast and I can't help but cum at the precise moment her tongue flicks my clit. My legs shake but there's nowhere for them to shake too. Her hands are tight against my thighs, pushing them outwards. I bury my tongue in her twat and within seconds I have her cumming over my mouth. I shout out loud, a resounding, “Yesssss,” and I dive back in for seconds.

Like me, she's been ...

... dying for this all weekend. We don’t stop, can't stop. We go at each other like it’s our last ever tryst. The licking is fast and furious, all we can think about is bringing the other person off as quickly and as often as we can.

By six that morning, we must have had more than seven orgasms each. I probably had one or two more. It’s not until a few minutes later that we climb up the bed and start kissing and fondling, our lips mixing our sex juices and our thighs, sticky from the cum drying on them.

Mum blurts it out, the same words that I was thinking, “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

We have another two hours of this. Caressing, stroking, kissing, working each other's body into another frenzy where one of us, if not both, needs to cum again. This glorifying act of lustful togetherness that we share is so very different from the mother-daughter love that's so apparent. That's what boring weekends do for us. We make up for it with a fuck frenzy on Monday morning before I have to go to school. The two-and-a-half hours of constant sex is a must. It’s not being greedy. It’s necessary.

We're still at it in the shower. She pretends to wash me, but it’s just an excuse to paw my growing tits, kiss the back of my neck, and thrust her fingers in my twat from behind with her thumb in my ass. I love her for it. I fucking love my mum, and I know she loves me too.

The seven hours of school drag before it's time to go home. I know where she'll be. On the bed, dressed to please, ...