Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... you!" She howled at me, half as loud as her shriek.

"It's done, Mom. I'll be still and give you a rest."

"That was really stupid, Craig. What if you tore my insides?" She winced from speaking.

"I thought we weren't supposed to be talking. Except to help me get inside of you."

Mother growled, her ass too uncomfortable to use her diaphragm to talk. She turned her head to the bed's headboard and took quick shallow breaths as if fighting the pain of childbirth.

I needed time to recover too. She hadn't been the only one in distress. Her deep tissues had wiped away the copious lube from the head of my dick. The last shove grated the sensitive underside. I nearly howled with her.

We remained cock-ass tied like two gay dogs until she her breathing slowed. I had caught my breath. "I'm going to use more lube." I began pulling out. That wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as forcing myself in. She took deeper breaths, and I was suddenly trying not to explode cum up my mother's dirt road! As the discomfort and pain subsided, I found myself in the most erotic, nasty situation ever. My sister would have had to have been six years old for this morning's mouth attack to be half as nasty as drilling eight and three quarters inches up my mother's ass.

"Gods, Mom, this feels incredible!"

"Shut up!" She barked. I looked past her left should and saw her face scrunched up. Not in pain, I think she was concentrating on the sensation of a truly big prick withdrawing from her ass. ...

... My probe felt a shudder deep in her loins. Another little quake had lurched along her pussy's fault lines. I couldn't believe orgasms could be triggered so simply.

When just the tip of my cock remained in her butt, I scooped up more jelly and stroked it over my cock. Motes of poo dotted my prick. My stomach got queasy, but nothing would prevent me from pushing more lube between the pliable prick head and her anus. I stuffed at least another tablespoon of goo at the front of my intruding prong, without pulling out entirely.

Then I grabbed Mom's hips again and gradually re-sank my full prick up her rear end. She filled that span of time with full hearted groans and moans. I added a few myself to the music in the room, as I pressed deeper and deeper along her much slicker anal passage. Before I bottomed out for a second time, Mom's body jerked from yet another, slightly better orgasm. I was so jealous. I had to do math problem in my head to prevent flooding her anus with cum!

Sticking to a slow pace, I began fucking my mother's incredibly tight and hot ass.

"Awwhh, yes, fuck it, Craig. Fuck my ass." Mom blabbered as if she'd lost control of her brain's speech center.

I was struck speechless, except for astonished honks, as I gently rode nearly eight inches of fat cock to the brink of pulling out of my mother's butthole with each backstroke. My brain asked, Why, WHY? What had happened to make this powerful woman offer her ass to the nasty, greedy son she had born ...