Chapter 5

I was in a great mood as I took my shower. I had the same top-of-the-world feeling I got after defeating a very difficult boss in a great game. I felt like such a stud - after a week of fucking Ellie, I was on to my next conquest. After the car washing, I had no doubt Mom was going to let me fuck her. And Mom had been so damn sexy during the car wash. God, I wanted her so badly now. And once she was done with her shower, I would.

I waited in the master bedroom while Mom took her shower. When Mom came out of the master bath, she was wearing her bathrobe. She was a little surprised to see me. She asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted mother-son quality time to be in here tonight.” I wanted our first fuck to be on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom as opposed to the twin bed in my bedroom.

“That’s not a bad idea,” said Mom with a sly look on her face. I had the feeling she too was planning on having it here. Mom added in a dismissive tone, “But I’m not ready for mother-son time yet. So shoo.”

I felt a bit chagrined as I got off the bed. As I reached the door, Mom said over her shoulder, “But don’t go too far.”

I went to my bedroom. I didn’t want to play a game on my computer as that would mean putting on headphones and I wanted to be able to hear Mom call for me. I pulled out my phone and started playing a game on it. I found it tough to concentrate. I’d play for a bit, and then get up and walk around the room for a bit. I was full of restless energy. What was taking Mom so long to call for me? What was Mom planning on doing tonight?

I knew whatever we did, it would be what Mom decided we would do. She’d decide what foreplay we’d do. She’d decide what position we’d fuck in. Mom would be in control the whole time. Somehow, that made it hotter for me; for Mom to be in control but not being able to resist fucking me.

She did want to fuck me, right? Doubts filled me suddenly. What was taking so damn long? Was she taking so long because she was setting up something besides some foreplay and then lots of hot fucking?

I shook my head to clear it. All the signs pointed to Mom fucking me. She wanted to keep up with Ellie. She teased the shit out of me during the car wash. She hadn’t had sex in a long time and I’m sure she wanted to be fucked.

Did I want to fuck my mom? Hell yeah, I wanted to fuck her. I thought back to Mom bent over the car with her ass in the air. That was the first time I saw Mom as a hot woman I wanted to fuck. Remembering her like that had me rock hard again. Before that, thinking about fucking my mom was like thinking about being President. Vaguely, I was interested in doing it, but I couldn’t really imagine myself doing so. Now, I could imagine fucking her. Oh, my imagination was running wild with possibilities. Doggie style. Her on top. Fucking her big tits. I stalked around my bedroom again. What could be taking her so long?

I heard Mom call, “Jacob!”

I ran to the door of the master bedroom and then stopped there for a moment to collect myself. I opened the door and stepped in. Mom was standing next to the bed. She had done something amazing to her hair, so it looked like a waterfall of dark brown curls tumbling down onto her shoulders. Mom looked so beautiful. She had a pretty face, but she had put on makeup to increase her beauty. Her brown eyes captivated my attention. Her red lips seemed to promise pleasure. The boring, white floor-length cotton bathrobe she was wearing didn’t match her glammed-up look, though beneath it her feet in black hose and black high heels did look sexy.

“Why are you here, Jacob?” Mom’s voice contained anger and disgust.

“Umm...” I didn’t know how to respond to her irritation.

“Why did you want to talk in here tonight?”

“Ah ... I just ... thought...”

“That now that you’ve fucked your stepmom,” Mom spat out in disgust, “it’s time to add your very own mother to your list of conquests?”

I said defensively, “Mom, it’s not like that.” But of course, it was totally like that.

“Don’t bullshit me. Yes, it is. I saw how you looked at me while you were talking about making a baby with Ellie. You were undressing me with your eyes, weren’t you?”

Shit. She was right. I had been thinking about Mom getting naked with me.

“Did you come in here to fuck me? Now that you’ve fucked that bitch, do you expect to be able to fuck me too? Is that what it’ll take to keep that bitch from stealing you away from me like she did my husband?”

I moved from the door to about six feet away from Mom. “She’ll never steal me away from you, Mom. I love you. And I know you love me more than anyone else in the world.”

Mom opened her bathrobe to reveal a black leather corset, a black garter belt, black stockings, and no panties. A pearl necklace added an odd touch of elegance to an outfit that screamed sex. The top of the corset was low-cut cups that supported Mom’s tits while exposing her nipples and the top part of her tits. The corset had a zipper running down the front. The garter belt had lots of black lace hanging down from it, reaching almost to Mom’s shaved pussy. Mom dropped her bathrobe behind her.

Mom said with barely suppressed fury, “Is this what you wanted? To see your mother dressed up to get fucked?”

I was stunned for a few moments. I had assumed she was naked under the bathrobe. Or wearing a nice bra and panties. I was shocked she was wearing an outfit so outrageously hot. She looked like a porn star. A super-hot MILF porn star. “You look amazing, Mom. Absolutely gorgeous. I never thought you could look this hot.”

Mom smiled at the compliment. She shifted her weight to one leg, put a hand on her waist, and stuck out her chest. “She’s never dressed for you like this, has she?”

“No, she hasn’t.” I realized it was important to Mom to one-up Ellie. “She always just got naked. None of the lingerie she wore looked super-hot like what you’re wearing.”

Mom smiled again. She asked sultrily, “What do you think of this outfit?” She turned slightly to each side while batting her eyelashes. “I’ve always loved to dress up in lingerie.”

I moved to a couple of feet away from Mom. “You look incredible, Mom. I’ve never seen a sexier outfit.” The pink circles around Mom’s nipples were darker and larger than Ellie’s. Her tits were bigger than Ellie’s. The corset basically put them on a plate for me to enjoy.

Mom gave me a coquettish smile, and then her face turned angry again. “But that’s not enough, is it? You spent last week fucking that bitch’s brains out, having her beg you to get her pregnant. What’s Mom in a sexy outfit compared to that?”

Mom dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and took my cock in her hand. As she stroked my cock, she said, “When you fucked that bitch, you got to cuckold your asshole father who never paid you much attention.” Mom ran her mouth down the side of my cock. “You enjoyed doing that, didn’t you?”

I hadn’t considered that aspect of my affair with Ellie before. But now that Mom mentioned it, I did enjoy that I was secretly getting back at my dad. He was an asshole and deserved to have someone fuck his wife behind his back. And I was glad I was the one who did it.

While I had been thinking about that, Mom had been sucking my cock. I watched in amazement as Mom’s head bobbed up and down on my cock. I had a feeling of unreality, that this couldn’t really be happening. My mom, my so-in-control mom, couldn’t be on her knees in front of me dressed up in sexy-as-hell lingerie sucking on my cock as if she couldn’t get enough of it. I groaned in pleasure.

Mom took my cock out of her mouth and did a long lick from the base to the crown. She looked at me and asked, “Does that bitch suck cock as well as me?”

“She’s never given me a blow job.”

“She hasn’t?” Mom said in delight. She took my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down on it several times while working magic with her lips and tongue. She stopped and said, “She hasn’t been enjoying this yummy cock of yours? Her loss.”

Mom put her hand on the bed and used it to help her stand up. She said with anger and disgust in her voice, “But you didn’t come in here to get your cock sucked, did you? I sucked your cock all last week in your bedroom, and you were happy with that. But now after fucking that bitch all week, you want more, don’t you?” Mom let that hang in the air for a few moments.

Mom got onto the bed while holding onto my cock, forcing me to follow her. She kicked off her high heels. “So what did you come in here for, son? What were you wanting to do tonight?” Once I was on the bed with Mom, she released my cock and scooted back until she was in the middle of the bed. “What’s wrong, Jacob? Cat got your tongue?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say I had come here to fuck my mom. What kind of sick person tells their mom that they want to fuck her? I had been hoping to fuck Mom tonight, but I had pictured us hugging and kissing first, and then things would naturally heat up until we were fucking. There was nothing romantic about what we had done so far. It was like Mom was submitting to me and dominating me at the same time.

Mom said tauntingly, “You came in here to be a bad boy, didn’t you? To do something no son should do with his mom.” Mom sat up and put her hands on my shoulders. She pulled me forward. “Well, if you aren’t going to use your tongue for talking, let’s find another use for it.” Mom pushed my shoulders down so my head moved towards her crotch. As my head got close, she slid her hands up to the sides of my head. My mouth was now inches away from her pussy. “Go ahead, bad boy. Lick Mommy’s pussy. Give her a good licking, and Mommy will give you what you came in here for.”

I tentatively parted Mom’s pussy lips with my tongue and licked close to her clit.

“Let’s see if that bitch has taught you anything about pleasuring a woman.”

I licked two more times around Mom’s clit. She hissed, “Oh, that feels good. It’s been too long.”

I licked some more. Mom wasn’t nearly as wet as I expected her to be, based on my experience with Ellie. Was that something to do with age? Or was she not as excited as I thought she was?

Mom pushed my head lower as she said, “Lick my whole pussy. Get Mommy all worked up before you concentrate on my clit.”

I did as Mom told me. I worked my tongue down her pussy, making small back-and-forth licks.

“Use the tip of your tongue. Don’t lap like a dog.”

I moved a little back and tried using just the tip of my tongue. It was a lot more work.

Mom let out a series of raspy sighs in between deep breaths. She kept her hands on my head but wasn’t guiding me anymore. When I got to her hole, I licked up a lot of her nectar. She had a different taste than Ellie, though I couldn’t tell what the difference was.