A Visit from Mom - Sex Stories

A Visit from Mom

... love your cock so much. You get so hard and you stay hard, but yet when I hold it in my hand, your skin feels soft. Some men are too big or too small. Some get hard but can't stay hard. Some force too much or cum too fast, but you are just right. That is why I always come back to you. Right now I need you for just those reasons."

She sat up and threw her leg across my hips, holding my cock as she settled down onto me.

"Oh-h-h-h my goodness YES! Baby you feel so amazing! Baby I love you so. You fill me up just right." She sat atop me not moving, apparently caught up in the sensation of my cock inside of her.

I had learned from experience that when mother was on top, she was driving, and I was responsible to make her experience as pleasant as possible. Reaching up to hold her breasts in my hands, I would raise my hips to match her movements. She gradually went from almost not moving at all, to rocking fiercely. Her sounds became louder as her hips moved faster. I could barely keep up with her when she suddenly leaned forward, bracing herself against my shoulders. Her mouth fell open and she gasped as each wave shot through her. Even in the almost total darkness, I could see her face with the expression I loved to see. She collapsed onto me and lay breathing heavily. I could feel dampness from the perspiration of our bodies.

When her breathing slowed, she slid to the side and lay face down.

"Baby, I'm about done. How about you get on top and do it the way I like." ...

... Her legs crept open. When she had been drinking, she usually tired out quickly.

Mother liked to lay flat and have me squat over her hips while I worked my cock inside of her. That was her 'I'm tired' position when she was not yet ready to quit. I had known her to even fall asleep in that position so I would finish, pull the covers over us, and we were good until morning. It was a position that I enjoyed because I could still pleasure mother while also pleasuring myself. I knew that I was using her, but usually I had earned the right to do it. As I moved into position, suddenly mother stopped me. "Wait, before you do it, get the bottle on the nightstand next to my purse."

I crawled up and found the small bottle, bringing it back with me.

"Lube me up and do me hard. Tonight I want to feel you in my ass using me like the slut I am."

I knew that it was the liquor talking, but she wanted what she wanted. Sometimes when mother drank, she would come home feeling guilty and depressed. As she explained to me on the morning after the first time, the pain of anal sex helped her to release all of her pent up emotions in what she called an 'emotional storm'. Sometimes she would curse at me and call me names. She would accuse me of raping her and call me an animal. After I finished, sometimes she would cry until she fell asleep. It was very confusing to me at first, but she told me to ignore the things she said and just do what she told me to do. After a few times, I knew what ...