Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... to follow up that first barrage when Mom's anus abruptly clamped down around my thick intruder, shutting my urethra down tight!

Like a bear trap around my third leg, Mother's orgasmic thrashes shook me nearly off of my knees! I held on to her wide, soft hips with all my might as her ass tried to bite off my aching prick! "OWW, MOOM!! OWW!!!"

"UNBELIEVABLE!" She rambled like Tourette's victim! "FUCKING INCREDIBLE!" While her ass bit my embedded shaft and convulsed! "GODS DAMN IT BIG!!! UNNGGHH!!!"

Her body's shudders slowed. "Big big cock. HHHHGGHHHH!!!" She blasted a held breath. Aftershocks came and went as her anus finally relaxed around my prick whereupon a gallon of dammed up sperm blasted into her nasty recess.

"OH, YOUR CUM!!" Mom exploded into nonsensical exposition, again. "HOT! SO HOT!" A final, strong climax planted her face into the bedspread. She bit down, muffling further inanities. Sharp grunts followed each of my final spurts of cum.

We slumped down, trying to catch our breaths. My dick was too big to simply plop out of her sore anus. Half it's length slipped out. The front half continued plugging the last four inches of her colon.

I was dizzy, blinking stars out of my eyes. The room had darkened. I swear I heard my mother's rapid heartbeat. Actually, my prick felt its pounding not so far from the soft tip.

"Moomma-" I huffed and puffed. "Can we talk - now?"

"No." She panted. "I should think not."

I ignored her. "That was ...

... insane."

"Shhh, or I'll start crying." She warned.

"You won't tell me why?"

"Shut up." Her voice remained weak. "Get out. Go." She begged, between breaths.

Like a good little boy, who had been soundly punished by his mommy, I pulled away. Four fat inches of prick meat dragged out of her ass. I winced but clawed my way to the edge of the bed. There I nearly fell off. One leg catching the floor before the other disembarked. My naked butt sank to the carpet, but I quickly staggered to my feet and stumbled out of my parents' bedroom. The sound of Mother weeping was so soft I wished I had imagined it.

In the hall bathroom, I cleaned myself. As I crossed the hall to my bedroom, I heard water running in their bathroom. "Fuck." I stared at their shut door. Left my damn clothes behind. I returned to the hall bath and showered. Then I donned fresh duds in my room.

A loud knock preceded the door opening several inches, and a wad of clothes flew through the gap. "I'll be in the kitchen." Mom more than hinted.

I gave her a minute before exiting my room and meeting her there. She was dicing carrots.

"Can I help?"

"You did plenty already." She sounded incomprehensibly grateful.

"Were you crying?"

"Yes. But that's my business."

"Yeah, right." I stood beside the dining table. "Don't shut me out." I stood up for myself. "I may not be crying, but I'm so confused, I should be in tears."

She set down the knife and a two inch, deep orange remnant. Mom set her eyes on me, ...