Mother’s Night

It was a Friday night in a random week; it was 23:42, and I climbed out of bed to get myself a glass of water. I walked down the stairs to the 1st floor, when I heard the muffled sound of a voice coming from my mother’s bedroom. I noticed the door was slightly open and dimmed light was shining through the opening. Because I didn’t know what was going on (my mother and I lived alone, my two sisters had their own place), because she was supposed to be alone in her room, and I heard a voice, I decided to sneak a peak in there just to make sure everything was alright. I silently tiptoed towards the door, and took a look in the narrow opening.

What I saw right then and there shook me all the way on my feet and would change my life forever.

My mother was lying on the bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of brown nylon knee stockings. She was lying backwards, legs spread wide, bent at the knees, and a humming vibrator deep in her ass! She was constantly curling her toes and I noticed clearly how her hairy sphincter was constantly tightening and loosening around the pumping vibrator.

This image aroused me so much my cock was at attention in no more than 2 seconds.

The fact was: I had been fantasizing about my mother for several years now, and believe it or not, my fantasies were mainly anal in nature and her feet made a frequent appearance in them as well. It was like a fantasy come true!

On my PC I had converted all my fantasies into stories, with the intention of posting them to one of those sex story sites. So the coincidence involved in this situation was beyond belief. The only thing missing here was that this discovery would turn into a real life fuck-fest; but I realize that would be pushing the moment. So I decided to enjoy this thing to the fullest and be the luckiest peeping Tom ever.

I took my boner from my underpants and started jacking off while gazing at my mother and that humming sex toy in between her butt cheeks.God, how I wished to find out what that asshole of her smells like, and tastes like, and feels like throbbing around my shaft.

I heard her moaning again, and decided to listen in on what it was she was moaning.

“Oooh, yesss. Ram that lovely fat cock in my ass to the balls. Push it al the way inside. I want you in my ass so fucking much.”

I was overcome by lust outside that bedroom, enjoying the images before me and that fucking hot language coming from my own mother. I’d never heard her utter any of those words in my life.

“Yeah, like that. Put your tongue in my mouth, pour all that delicious saliva down my throat, and taste mine,” my mother whispered wantonly.

If she was going to keep that dirty talk up, I wouldn’t last a minute and I’d cream her door at the spot. I was furiously jerking away and the side of my hand was making pounding sounds on my nut sack.

Suddenly her voice became louder.

“Jesus, Simon, my cunt is just squirting juices all over the bed. That’s how wild you drive me.”

Holy mother of God, my mother is talking about ME. She’s fantasizing about ME!

That vibrator is continually sliding in and out of her nasty brown pucker and she is imagining it to be MY cock.

Whom else would she be referring to; after all, I’m the only Simon in her life.

I was more and more aware of the fact that my mother, my horny mother, has been fantasizing about me for some time now too, and that very thought was rocking my world.

I kept jacking off, waiting, hoping for more revelations.

“Are you sliding nice ‘n good, Simon? Is that fucking hot cock meat of yours sliding deep inside my butt? Is my asshole milking your dick really good? Is it? That’s because your cock is making my ass feel so good.”

If I weren’t this horny, I’d laugh my ass off, hearing her talk as if she’s talking to a small child. Yet at the same time it was exciting me beyond belief.

“My asshole has the hots for you like my whole body has the hots for you. My tongue has the hots for you, my tits, my nipples, my sopping wet pussy, my ass, my toes… I know you would like very much to suck my toes, Simon. That’s why I decided to wear these stockings, especially for you.

Uuuhhn, please… Please Simon, please suck my toes.”

I could no longer restrain myself and stormed into my mother’s bedroom. I knew I was taking a big chance, but I knew she could no longer deny her feelings for me. And she obviously knew what I felt for her.

My mother watched me barge into her room, cock bouncing along, yet was looking at me as if it was the only thing she expected.

“So you finally decided to come in. I thought you would never do it. I knew you’ve been standing there and I was hoping you would find the courage to come in, and give me what you’ve been giving me in those hot, nasty stories you wrote about us.”

I looked at my mother in pleasant surprise as she confessed her knowledge about my main hobby.

“Yes, that’s right. I know about those, because you see, I’ve read them all. Each time you went out, I immediately went to your room, turned on your computer, and checked for new stories.

You wouldn’t believe how hard I came each time I read a new story. And since we obviously made each other so hot, I decided it was time to see if you were ready for the real thing.”

“I can’t help it, mom. You’re turning me on so much,” I answered, almost whining.

“It doesn’t matter, hon. You’re making me hot too. And now we know about each other, so we have no more reason to hide it. In fact, now you can start writing below the title of your stories that it’s all based on fact. We’ll do all of it together, and you’ll send the stories to those Internet sites with those sex stories. I’ve heard that a lot of people secretly get turned on by incest stories. But let’s start now, honey. I’ve been waiting for far too long now, and so have you. Do what ever you wanted to do to me the most.”

“This is going to be so good, momma. This is going to be such a hot night. I wanna suck your toes, mom. I wanna lick al over the seams of your stockings and suck your toes while you’re wearing them.”

“Go right ahead, son. Come here and suck on momma’s toes.”

I crawled onto the bed where my mother was laying with legs spread, feet in my direction, and grabbed my mother’s stocking clad feet. I started massaging her big toes between my thumbs and index fingers, and then lifted them to my face. While my mother was watching on with squinted eyes, I tenderly licked over the seam of her brown stockings, over the tips of her toes. I tasted the synthetic nylon, and felt her toes wiggle underneath the tip of my tongue. And then, under the hottest moans of my mother, I pressed both feet together, side to side, stuffed as many toes as possible into my mouth, and started sucking them passionately.

As my mother moaned, and curled her toes in my mouth, my tongue slid all over and around her toes. I sucked them with vigor. I playfully pushed my tongue between her toes, pressing the nylon of her stocking in between, and then gently bit her toes.

“Oh God, you’re toes are so delicious, mom. They taste so good on my tongue. It’s just driving me wild.”

Then I dragged the full length of my tongue across the soles of her feet, from her heels to her topside of her big toes. Then I started sucking again.

“Keep sucking my toes, son. From now on you can suck on them as whenever you want, as long as no one is around.”

“Thanks mom. But your toes were not the only thing I think are worth sucking,” I said mysteriously as my eyes were transfixed on her hairy, dripping brown snatch. Her oozing cunt was so wet, that her brown rug of hair was damn near completely matted against her skin.

I slowly crawled forward, and the scent of her leaking pussy was getting more and more eminent. The more intoxicating the odor of her cunt got, the more I just wanted to press my tongue into her slit, and suck her dry. And I knew I would get the chance to do just that.

At this moment I felt I was in heaven. By now I was lying with my head between her thighs, and pushed her legs wide apart.

“Lick it, Simon. I can no longer wait, son. Lick my pussy. Suck out my juices.”

“All right,” I said and immediately started lapping between her thick lips from bottom to top with the full length of my tongue. I tasted the saltiness of her cuntal ooze, and thick strands of my saliva, mixed with my mother’s juices connected my tongue with her fragrant muff, as I licked and slurped at my mom’s pussy like a thirsty dog.

“Aaahhh, Jesus. Yes, like that. Eat my cunt, stick your tongue in my pussy and fuck it. Yeah like that! UUUnnnh, shit, you lick your mother’s cunt so fucking good,” my mother yelled out uncontrollably.

With muffled sounds and moans I had my face pressed tightly against her slit, with my mouth over the opening of her vagina, and started tongue fucking her pussy HARD.