The next day, my father was gone for the night, visiting his brothers a few hours away. I actually made plans with my friends that night—mainly to avoid my mother, who had been on me for days now about doing my chores, but no matter how many chores I completed, there always seemed to be more tacked on for me to do.
It was late afternoon, and I was getting ready to leave to meet up at Jessica’s house. I had makeup on, my hair done, and I wore a cute black top with a matching short skirt that always caught the boys’ attention. I ran downstairs and beelined it for the door, thinking I could escape until I heard my mother call my name from the living room. I sighed and trudged to her. Mother sat on the couch watching TV. She wore a red spaghetti strap top that struggled to cover her enormous breasts. Her thick, tan thighs were exposed from her choice of jean short shorts.
“And where are you off to?” Mother asked, looking me up and down.
“Katie, Jessica, and I were going to Ibiza’s nightclub.”
“So you’re just going to run off with your chores half done and leave me here all alone?” she said, and I hung my head. “I thought I raised you better than that.”
“I can’t go?” I asked in a mutter.
“No, no, no, go—just leave your mother home all alone… who cares about me…”
“Mom…” I sighed, taking a step into the room.
“Well, you can at least spend some time with me watching TV! It’s only five o’clock. Who goes to a nightclub at five o’clock?”
“Okay…” I said and flopped down on the couch beside her.
“Well, don’t sit all the way over there! I don’t have cooties, you know…”
I rolled my eyes with a half-smile and scooted closer to Mom. It was strange when we flirted with these lines of intimacy. Despite how ‘intimate’ we were days ago; Mom had slipped back into her normal self so easily that it was easy to forget what we did together. Though those memories came back quickly.
It started with my mother’s hand brushing my hair behind my back, as she used to when I was younger. “I like your hair like that,” she said. A rare compliment from a judgmental mother.
“Thanks,” I said, cautiously.
“Lean back, let me see your outfit,” she said, leaning forward. I complied and subconsciously plucked at the tail of my skirt to make it longer. Even still, it barely covered a quarter of my creamy white thighs. “It looks nice… a bit slutty, but I think that’s what you were going for, right?”
My cheeks reddened, and I nodded.
“Look at me,” she commanded, and I did.
My mother sat nearly a full head taller than me. Her breasts protruded twice as far as mine. I felt small compared to her. She palmed my cheek, her thumb roughly rubbing my lips that had freshly applied lipstick.
“What a harlot… sucking your father’s cock last night and already going out to find a new dick to put in your mouth,” Mother said. My eyes went wide with shock, and my cheeks paled as I realized my mother knew.
How does she know about Father and me!
Mother’s fingers hooked behind the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. The kiss she gave me was rough and tender at the same time. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I tasted the cherry Chapstick on her lips. She didn’t move toward me at all to kiss, so my body and hands were bent over her large tits as I made out with my mom.
Pulling the straps of her top off her shoulders, Mother pulled her top down, exposing her fat breasts as we kissed. Without thought, my hands rubbed the outside of her boobs, scooping them up and squeezing them gently. But Mother wasn’t a gentle lady.
“Ahh…” I winced when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled her lips down to her chest.
“That’s it, harlot. Suck Mommy’s tits…” Mother ordered as she grabbed her breasts and pushed her nipple into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, sucking and tonguing her nipple. “Mmmmm… that feels better… looks like you’re remembering your place, girl,” she said, cranking on my hair until I sucked harder.
“Mmmm! Mmmm!” I hummed and blinked up at Mommy with innocent eyes, but Mommy knew better than to believe them.
“Open your legs. Open them!” Mother commanded as she shoved my thighs apart. I reluctantly complied; I didn’t want her to see how wet I already was. Worse yet, she gasped when she saw I wasn’t wearing any panties. “Oh, you filthy girl, look at you, young lady!” she said, lifting my skirt. “No underwear! And your pussy is absolutely drenched! Look at this! You’re leaking onto your legs—oh my couch! All this just from a simple kiss from Mommy? You are quite the whore, aren’t you?”
With my mouth full of her tit, I nodded my head, looking up into Mommy’s eyes. And she laughed, flicking her blonde hair out of her face. Her fingers gently made a circle on my pussy lips, smearing my juices about and making me squirm before an intensity overcame her face, and she plunged two fingers deep into my tight hole.
“Mmmm!” I whined as Mother pounded my pussy roughly. Her fingers jamming into my cunt. “Mmahhhh ahhhhh—fuck! Ahmm!” I cried, my lips breaking from Mommy’s tits to gasp for breath, only for Mommy to pull my face into her breast hard.
“No, no, no, you little whore, you don’t stop until I tell you to,” she said, biting her lower lip as her fingers ravaged my pussy. The wet sound of her fingers thumping in and out of my cunt filled the room, over-taking the low drone of the TV. My thighs trembled, and it took everything to keep them from closing on my mother’s hand. “That’s it, slut. Cum for Mommy. Cum on Mommy’s hand like a good fucking whore…”
“Mmmmmmmahhhhh—shit! Mommy!” I moaned, and my voice quivered as I came. My entire body seized as a squirt of juices shot from my pussy. Even then, Mother didn’t relent and continued finger fucking her daughter’s cunt until it was raw and overstimulated. My thighs snapped shut, and I convulsed onto my side, which my mother took full advantage of.
I was so lost in my orgasm, so I didn’t even realize Mommy had taken off her shorts and panties until Mommy pulled me to her by a lock of my hair like a dog she had to punish. Mother combed through my hair, pulling it all back into a neat ponytail, my hooped earrings jingled against my cheek as she did. Pulses of pleasure shot through my body from my sex when Mother tugged on my ponytail, yanking my mouth to her pussy.
“There you go, my little slut,” Mommy purred as I stuck out my tongue and licked her entire slit. “Mmm… good girl…. Good fucking girl… eat Mommy’s pus… pussy like a good little w-whore—ahmm!”
Mother arched her hips as my lips slipped over her clit again and again. My palms brushed up her warm, thick thighs, spreading her legs as my tongue lapped and flicked across her moist clitoris.
“Sh-shit! Fuck! Yes… that’s it… You know how to eat pussy, don’t you? Oh my… I knew a filthy skank like y-you could—ahhh shit! Right there… yes…”
Mother’s juices were flowing from her pussy, and my tongue eagerly lapped them up. My hungry lips devoured my mom’s cunt, my face rubbing back and forth as my mother pulled my mouth tighter to her slit. I never thought of myself as bisexual until I heard my mother’s guttural moans, her filthy words as I ate her pussy out. They were music to my ears and made me see my mom in a new light. It made me want to please her more.
With her fist locked in my hair, craning my face to her pussy, I slid a finger nervously into her tight hole. When she groaned and rocked her hips, I slid a second finger and a third.
“Ugghhhhh God…. Fuck Mommy… fuck your mommy good…” she grunted. Her aggressive tone weakened as my fingers fucked her hole and my tongue vibrated on her clit. “Jesus—fuck… that’s it… be a good girl… be a… good… girl…”
Mommy yanked on my hair like she was halting a stallion, and my face was plastered against her cunt. I had to stretch my tongue to keep licking her throbbing nub of a clit. I used my entire arm to finger fuck my mother’s drenched cunt as her pussy erupted at the same time her thighs clamped around my face.
“Uuhhh fuuck!!!” Mother screamed. Her tits bounced up and down as her entire body convulsed. Her spray of juices drowned me, and still I lapped at her pussy, digging my fingers up toward her G-spot. “Ahh ahh ahhhh!” she cried as her orgasm lasted longer and longer until I began to panic that I might suffocate locked between her legs.
When she finally released me, I gasped for air. My face was wet with Mommy’s cum, and my eyeliner and eye shadow ran on the edges of my face. Mommy rubbed her hands over her entire body as she recovered. We both were catching our breath when we heard the side door to the house open. In an instant, both our eyes went wide. Neither of us was expecting company…
