I gasped for air, my chest heaving. Even though I had just finished, my cock remained rock-hard, throbbing with unrelenting need. The haze of passion slowly lifted, replaced by a crushing wave of fear. My entire body felt feverish, my mind completely blank.
Even with the condom, the way I had thrust into her so forcefully… there was no way Mom could have felt nothing, no matter how drunk she was. When she woke up tomorrow and noticed the soreness, the only man in the apartment tonight was me. The conclusion would be obvious.
What the hell have I done? I’m finished…
I slowly released her thighs, which I had pinned wide apart. Her long, slender legs gradually came together, pressing against my hips before curling up on the bed. She lay there limply, her beautiful face half-hidden by messy strands of hair, brows slightly furrowed. Her right hand gripped the edge of the pillow tightly, and her red lips parted as she panted softly.
In the darkness, I could just make out the sight between her legs—her plump, pale mound with its tiny, tightly closed opening. It looked impossibly narrow. There was no way she wouldn’t feel the aftermath of my thick cock stretching her.
If she woke up tomorrow and asked… what could I possibly say? I was dead.
I knelt there between her legs, running my hands through my hair in panic. My cock still stood tall and rigid, pressed almost flat against my stomach. Despite having cum once, the fire inside me burned even hotter than before.
In a daze, I reached down and pulled off the used condom. It came away with a wet pop, nearly flinging the contents onto the floor. The swollen head of my cock glistened, smeared with white streaks. I absentmindedly wiped it with my sleeve, my brain desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare.
Deny everything. Just deny it. I didn’t cum inside her. As long as I don’t admit it, there’s no proof. If she feels sore, it has nothing to do with me, right?
It was a flimsy plan, but it was the only one I had.
Mom’s breathing gradually steadied. Her hand released the pillow, and her long legs stretched out. Her black lace panties snapped back into place, once again covering her smooth pink pussy as if nothing had happened.
Yet even in my panic, fresh lust surged through me. If I’m going to deny it anyway, what difference does one more time make? Or two? I might as well…
No. Absolutely not. The first time could be called a mistake. Doing it again now would be deliberate.
But the memory of that mind-blowing pleasure—both physical and the forbidden thrill—consumed me. Neither Lily nor Anna had ever made me feel anything close to this. An opportunity like this would never come again.
Just once more. One more time, and I’ll never think about her like this again.
The internal battle raged on, but my hands had already moved on their own. I tore open a new condom and rolled it onto my aching cock. Kneeling forward, I hooked her panties aside with trembling fingers, pressed the head against her soft, puffy lips, and thrust hard.
Mom’s body jerked. Her slender legs convulsed, and a soft, whimpering moan escaped her throat.
My cock was buried deep inside her again. I groaned, closing my eyes as her tight, silky walls gripped me. Even through the latex, the heat and slick friction were incredible. After holding still for a moment, I began rocking my hips gently, peering down through half-closed eyes.
Though the room was dark, I could see the pale, hairless mound jiggling softly with every movement. Her pussy was so tight and delicate, the lips parting around my thick shaft. Each thrust made the plump little mound cave inward, and when I pulled back, traces of pink inner flesh clung to me. The sight was unbearably erotic.
Mom’s body rocked back and forth under my thrusts. Her red lips parted wider, releasing soft, breathy moans that sent shivers down my spine. The sounds were far more arousing than anything I had ever heard in videos—pure, instinctive, and devastatingly seductive.
This was the second time I was fucking my own mother’s pussy. The fear had lessened slightly, but the guilt had grown heavier. My body burned as I drove in and out of her creamy depths, the head of my cock kissing her cervix with every stroke. The soft, sucking sensation at her deepest point made my head spin. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
I knelt there, holding her legs open as I fucked her. My breathing grew ragged. The pleasure overwhelmed everything else—guilt, fear, reason. I forgot how dangerous this was. I simply wanted to stay buried inside her forever.
“Ah… hmm… ahh…”
Mom’s moans grew sweeter and more frequent. Her legs curled instinctively, and her round hips began moving in tiny circles, meeting my thrusts.
The discovery thrilled me. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her chest, and increased my pace, staring at her stunning face.
My eyes kept drifting to her breasts, still trapped in her bra. After a long internal struggle, I stopped thrusting, reached behind her, and carefully unhooked it. Her body was completely limp from the alcohol, making it easy. I slid the bra off and tossed it aside.
In the faint light, her full, heavy breasts spilled out—soft, creamy, and impossibly perfect. Even lying flat, they held their round shape, the nipples stiff and dark pink. I cupped them with both hands, groaning at how they overflowed my palms, so warm and velvety.
I kneaded them greedily, imagining what it would have been like to nurse from them as a child. The taboo thrill made me dizzy. This is too far, I warned myself, but I couldn’t stop.
After a while, I reluctantly released her breasts and gripped her narrow waist. I resumed thrusting, watching her heavy tits bounce and jiggle with every impact, forming hypnotic waves of soft white flesh.
“Well… ah… ohh…”
Mom’s moans became louder and more urgent. Her legs wrapped loosely around my hips as her pussy clenched and flooded with fresh nectar.
I rubbed her breasts while pounding harder into her tight, dripping hole. Soon, her body began to shake violently. She let out a long, broken cry as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Her walls spasmed wildly around me. I growled and thrust deep, filling the condom with a second powerful load.
After my second release, my cock finally began to soften.
The lust faded, and terror crashed over me again. Looking at Mom’s flushed, sweat-covered body, I felt like my life was on a countdown. My hands shook as I removed the condom. I climbed off the bed and carefully cleaned her with tissues I found on the desk. Even though I had used protection, her pussy was swollen and glistening with her own juices.
I wiped her gently, my fingers brushing the unbelievably soft, puffy lips. I tried to put her bra back on, but her body was too limp. In the end, I left it aside, hoping she would think she had removed it herself while drunk.
When I finally slipped out of the room, my legs were trembling so badly I could barely walk.
I paused outside Lily’s door and listened for a long time. No sounds. She was still asleep. I returned to the sofa in the living room and collapsed onto it.
Lying there, sleep was impossible. Images of Mom’s angry face flashed through my mind. Guilt and fear made my scalp tingle and my hands go cold. I had felt this way once before as a child—after stealing money from Dad to play games. The dread on the way home had been crushing. But that was nothing compared to this. If Mom ever found out, she might actually kill me.
Yet even through the terror, I couldn’t stop remembering how it felt to be inside her. It had been heavenly even with the condom. What would it feel like without one?
The conflicting emotions—fear on one side, rising desire on the other—tossed me for over two hours. Instead of tiring, I grew more restless. My cock hardened again, painfully stiff. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
Just try it once more…
The devil whispered in my ear. After a long internal struggle, I got up and walked toward the study door.
But as I reached for the handle, doubt stopped me. The first time had been an accident. The second time I had lost control. A third time would be unforgivable.
Still, I paced back and forth. Giving up this chance felt like a lifelong regret.
After several agonizing minutes, I finally opened the door.
The study was dark, lit only by faint moonlight. I could see the outline of Mom on the bed. I crept closer, slipped my hand under the blanket, and ran it up her smooth leg until I reached her warm pussy.
My heart was hammered. Just for a little while. I’ll feel what it’s like without the condom and pull out right away.
I stripped off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and gently spread her legs. I pulled her panties aside once more, exposing her beautiful, puffy mound. Since hours had passed, her natural wetness had dried. I didn’t want to hurt her.
As if possessed, I lowered my head between her thighs and dragged my tongue slowly across her soft, delicate folds.
The moment my tongue touched her, a jolt ran through me. Her scent and taste were intoxicating. I licked her gently, like a puppy, coating her smooth white tiger pussy with saliva. Mom twisted and let out a soft, dreamy moan.
After persistent licking, her mound grew slick and glistening again.
I rose up, gripped my iron-hard cock, and pressed the bare head against her entrance. With a firm push, I sank inside her.
The raw, skin-on-skin contact was overwhelming. Her tight, velvety walls wrapped around me like a hot, sucking mouth.
I paused, savoring it, then pushed all the way to the bottom, stretching her completely.
Mom’s body shuddered. A muffled groan escaped her. Her pussy clenched hard around me, growing even wetter.
I held my breath and began sliding in and out slowly. Her cervix felt incredibly soft and elastic, sucking on my cockhead with every thrust.
“Ah… hmm… ahh…”
As my pace increased, Mom’s moans grew more urgent. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, folded her body, and drove into her like a piston.
“Hmm… ha… ah… don’t… hmm…”
Her voice broke into intermittent cries. Her pretty feet curled tightly on my shoulders as she endured the deep pounding.
I was completely lost in pleasure. If only she were my wife… I could fuck her like this every day.