My Buddies Mom yeilds serendipity

My Buddies Mom yields serendipity.

You need to read “My Buddies Mom is now an obsession” to understand the beginning of this segment. This part of the story is more of one of perception and expectation, with a few parts that really did happen. Whether reality is better than the fantasy, I soon hope to find out.

The journey to my bedroom seemed to drag as my sense of urgency was accelerated by my fear that my Mom’s alcohol suppressed inhibitions and morality would diminish.

To be honest, the thought of her being my Mom was only adding to the heightened expectation. This woman had one kick ass body…my right hand just fortified the tautness of her ass cheek by a squeeze as I guided her every so slightly quicker.

In fact her whole body was taut…not a square centimeter of loose skin from my vantage point. Her tits did not sag…and as she turned towards me, her abdominal muscles formed a tight six-pack.

We embraced as I backed her towards my bed, my rock hard member pressed against her rock hard stomach. My one hand deftly sliding up her body from her ass to her tit, cupping it while rocking her nipple with my thumb.

We never broke our embrace as she lay backwards on to the bed, her left leg rising effortlessly allowing my cock unimpeded access to her pussy.

The head of my cock splitting the folds of her cunt as our weight settled on to the bed.

It was only an inch or so, but the feeling, the expectation, drew open my eyes and had me break our locked mouths for me to yield a gasp.

Her eyes were clenched shut as she pushed her head back. I think she was oblivious to who was going to be plunging into her.

Maybe another half inch or so, and my cock head was now enveloped. She now gave out a little gasp. I withdrew just slightly, allowing our natural lubricants to mix, then pushed in a couple of inches.

Her pelvis rose as if trying to meet my push, but I withheld just slightly as I relished the tightness…as if I was putting on a warm stretchable glove.

It was too much…just a couple of times holding back, and she raised her pubic mound up even more, and my cock was now embedded deep within.

Her hips gyrated, thrust with force. Again I opened my eyes, my mouth trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible. Her eyes were wide open, looking directly at me, but registering a lust I had never knew she had. She too gasped for oxygen.

Every stroke was a feeling of bliss, the walls of her cunt forming around every ridge and ripple of my cock. This was a different sensation than what I had felt before…or was it that I now had gained enough experience to separate the details…or was it that this cunt I was buried in was a matching form to my cock?

It did not matter…the ecstasy of the moment was supplanting any control.

My body was acting on its own instinct; I was driving hard into her with forceful thrusts.

And she was meeting mine with pelvic thrusts of her own.

I lost all consciousness of time, of reserve…just kept driving to the pinnacle of necessity.

Her back started to arch, her thrusts became stiff…she threw her head back and made a loud gurgling sound before emitting an involuntary squeal.

The next thrust I exploded deep with in her…hard ejaculations as if they started in the back of my neck and pulsed down my spine, building momentum until blasting through my cock…forcing cannon balls of spunk into the caverns of her womb.

Her body was meeting my explosions with ones of her own, stiffening hard against me with each one.

Our cycles slowly subsided…our breathing heavy, but somewhat irregular, sweat poured from my back.

I did it…I had fucked my Mom!

We looked into each other’s eyes, I expected some kind of realization of the taboo we had just created…but her glazed eyes had a hint of satisfaction.