Titf*ck

He churned his erection around a little bit, making her visibly shiver. "Yeah, obviously, it's pretty hard to miss your tight squeeze. But how could I possibly go flaccid, when you're saying all that sexy stuff? And not only that, but your pussy is just as hot as ever. It's like a furnace!"

Now it was her turn to increase their mutual joy by gyrating her hips a bit. "Well, I did warn you that my oh-so tight and hot wet CUNT would literally crush and grind your big fat cock to a meaty pulp, and then flame broil it like a sausage. Did I lie?"

Tommy could only shake his head 'No' as her pussy relentlessly milked and massaged him.

She couldn't help but smile at the way she was affecting him. "But look Look who's talking, Mr. Hot Cock. I swear, your thing is like a red hot poker. And it definitely knows how to poke!" She laughed.

She added, "In fact, you know what I need? I need to feel your hot shaft trapped between my tits. I want you to give me a good titfuck right now! Do you think you can do that?"

"Oh, hell yeah! Damn, I've been lusting after those tits of yours for YEARS!" "But not that many years, right? I mean, you're only sixteen. Don't gross me out."

"I don't know when it started, but I've been lusting after you pretty much ever since I had my first hard- on. In fact, I'll bet my first boner was from watching you walk around the house. I don't know if that's gross or not, but that's how it is. You have no idea, the agony and suffering, having the hottest MILF mom around and knowing there's nothing you can do about it!"

She rose up off him, pulling his dick out of her tight gash in the process. She dropped to her knees and leered up and him. "Nothing? Nothing at all? What about fucking her tits? Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Oh yeah! HELL yeah!" He scooted forward in his chair.

"And by the way, remember earlier, when you called me a MILF? I actually know what that means: a 'Mother I'd Love to Fuck.' But you can't call me that anymore. Call me a MIF. A 'Mother I've Fucked.' Or better yet, 'Mother I'm Fucking.'"

He laughed. "Jesus, tonight is the greatest!" He sat back down on the edge of the sofa.

He was ready to slide his shaft into position, but first he asked, "Um, don't we need some lubrication?"

"Oh yeah," she agreed. "Good point. It's been ages since I've done this. Years and years, actually. But with you, I hope you'll be fucking Mother's big tits pretty much every day."

"Good God," he groaned. "Stop saying sexy stuff like that. You're gonna drive me crazy!"

She just laughed. "I'll make you a deal. I'll keep driving you crazy, if you keep pumping me full of your cum."

"Deal!" He shook his head, incredulous at his luck.

She looked down at herself. "As for lube, the answer is obvious, isn't it? It's written on my face and tits, and you wrote it." She slid her fingers over the upper slopes of her creamy melons, gathering up the cum there and smearing it into her cleavage. In fact, so much had slid into her cleavage already the lubrication was a moot point, but she wanted his dick to literally bathe her in a bathtub of sperm. She even smeared more from her forehead and cheeks down into her deep valley.

He whimpered, worried she was TOO arousing. He complained, "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna add another fresh load of 'lube' in a few seconds!"

She looked up at him and pressed her firm orbs together. She slid them around like his cock was already trapped between them. "You would? And that's a BAD thing?"

He looked at her incredulously.

She laughed gaily. "Just imagine how glazed my tits will be, if you blast ANOTHER huge load right onto my nipples and all points between them! I'll smell like your sperm for weeks! Hell, I will anyway. I can just imagine my personal assistant Stella telling me all embarrassed and worried, 'Um, Leah, do you realize that lately you smell, like, uh, male ejaculate?'" She laughed some more.

"MoooooOOOOooooom! I'm serious! Stop being so arousing, or this titfuck will be over before it starts."

She sighed petulantly. "Very well."

He closed his eyes, hoping to block out all sexy sights for a little while. It didn't help much though, because the smell of sex was so heavy in the air. Plus, he couldn't forget some of the things she'd said or done.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at her crotch with surprise. Her hands were moving between her legs.

She said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not just playing with my pussy, I'm getting my fingers all wet. I figure it won't hurt to gather even MORE lube!"

He growled, "I think you're just so horny, you can't help but play with yourself."

"Guilty! But look what I'm doing." She raised both hands and smeared the inner sloping curves of her huge boobs with her pussy juice. It wasn't clear if that helped though, since her fingers wound up looking even cummier after she'd touched her tits, because there was so much there already.

But it certainly was arousing for him, knowing he'd be fucking her tits through that much semen and pussy juice. He sat up closer, practically falling off the edge of the sofa in the process. "Oh God! I can't wait! I can't wait!"

She reached back to her pussy for a second helping, and then smeared her tits with more of her own cum. Again, it was fairly unnecessary, but she was playing with herself while her son supposedly recovered as much as she was lubing up. She even coated her nipples in her own juices.

Once she was done, she said, "Hold your horses. Remember, these are your tits now. They belong to you. That means you can fuck them whenever you like. But it's not all fun and games; you have your responsibilities to take care of. If you don't cum on me or in me each and every time you fuck them, you're gonna make your mother very upset!" She winked at him.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he said, awed at her passion. "Then I need to fuck them now!"

She scooted closer. She pressed her tits together from the sides, and allowed her son to slide his thick pole right into her tight tit crack as soon as it came within range. He loved how his darker and more tanned cock looked surrounded by her ivory rack.

"FUUUUUCK!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "Fuckin' fuck me! That feels SOOOOO good!"

She looked up at him curiously. "Haven't any of your teenybopper girlfriends let you fuck their tits? I've noticed you've been seeing some pretty well endowed ones who look perfect for titfucking."

He moaned lustily, "I do love the busty girls, even more than most guys do, which obviously is saying a lot. But that's because they remind me of you! How could I ever be attracted to anyone but some totally stacked gorgeous babe, after years of seeing you walk around the house? Oh God! And when you go swimming in your bathing suit...!" He worried he was going to cum suddenly, such memories were so titillating.

She smiled. "You flatterer. But you mostly avoided the question."

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that his dick was completely buried in his mother's spongy tit-flesh. He tried to control his ragged breathing, but with only partial success. "Uh... Um, no. This is the first time. Girls these days, they're perfectly fine giving handjobs and blowjobs, but a lot of them think titfucks are too demeaning or something."

She grinned wolfishly. "That's too bad for them, but great news for me! I hope that means you'll make up for your loss by fucking your mother's big tits as much as you can!"

She was ready to get started, but she could see him with his eyes closed and obviously gathering his energy and willpower, so she kept talking. "Actually, I find it demeaning too. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be naked and on your knees in front of your own hunky son, knowing that he's about to use your big tits like a second cunt and then splooge all over your face? But unlike them, I love it! That's 'cos I understand this is my proper place."

She purred quietly, more to herself than him, "Constantly serving my son's magnificent cock log!"

He groaned with frustration. He desperately needed to calm down so he wouldn't blow his load in the first minute, but with her talking like that, he wasn't able to recover at all. It was totally mind blowing enough that she was willing to fuck and suck him in the first place. But for her to be so enthusiastic and submissive about it really did just about blow his head off his shoulders.

She started to say more, but he waved his hand wildly, indicating he needed some silence. It was like every word she said was another deep thrust into a tight pussy; he simply couldn't risk her arousing him into a climax.

A minute passed as he just worked on calming his breathing. As his panting subsided, he was able to listen carefully to all the sounds around him. To his pleasant surprise, he heard the sound of distant erotic screaming. He realized that some of the people in other nearby offices were having a lot of fun too. He was glad to discover that while he could make out the general emotional gist, he couldn't hear individual words. He hoped that was true for his fucking neighbors listening to them, especially given some of the things his mother had screamed.

Finally, he was ready. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Okay, Mom. Let's go. And have I said how much I love you yet?"

"Yeah, but I love it whenever you say it again. Okay, Mr. Hot Cock, let's do this!" His dick was already in place, but she began sliding her big globes up and down on either side of it. Her movements were delightfully unpredictable, but generally speaking, when one went up, the other went down, and vice versa.

She cooed, "You just sit there, Mr. Hot Cock. Let your fuck slut do all the work for a while. That's what good fuck sluts do. Then, later, you can fuck my tits hard and fast if you want, just like how you fucked my face."

He was all smiles as he reveled in the unbelievable pleasure she was giving him. "You really love this

fuck slut stuff, don't you?"

"I do! It's like something in me snapped or broke. Normally, a woman such as myself would feel terribly guilty and self-conscious about what we're doing. She'd try to deny the strength of her incestuous feelings. And that would be the normal me. But I'm just the opposite tonight. The more naughty, humiliating, and incestuous it is, the more I love it!"

"Well then, shut up and fuck my cock with your tits, you nasty slut!"

She laughed as her big globes slid up and down around his hard-on. "That really does make my pussy tingle, but don't push your luck! For one thing, I'm your fuck slut, not your slut. There's a world of difference. You still have to respect your mother in the morning."

To his surprise, he found he was able to enjoy the titfuck without getting excessively worked up. The urge to cum had passed, and he was in a good place with that. It helped that she was doing all the work, so he didn't get winded.

At first, his cock slid straight into her cleavage, perpendicular to her chest. It seem just like it was impaling a pussy. But not even Leah's huge tits could come close to enveloping all of his nine inches that way. Before long, they readjusted so his dick was pointing straight up. This gave her more room to work with. Sometimes, she even briefly "titfucked" his balls, just for fun.

Easily able to converse while enjoying his endless erotic buzz, he said, "So, imagine tomorrow I come home from school. I'm hot and sweaty from football practice."

She interrupted, "Oooh! I love the idea of you all hot and sweaty. Just like you are now, in fact. Don't shower! Do you take your shirt off to show Mom your hunky chest?"

He grinned, but said, "Not yet. Dad is still at work, and you've just come home too. You're in the kitchen. I walk up to you and put my hand on your ass. What will you do?"

She was all smiles as she replied, "Well, I hope you don't just put your hand on my ass. I'll be wearing a short skirt with you in mind, and I hope you slide your hand right under it and clutch at my bare ass cheeks."

He grinned while watching his mother's massive melons rise up and down on either side of his shaft. "Aren't you wearing panties?"

She looked at him with pretend confusion. "Why the heck would I ever do that? Tomorrow, I'm going to empty my underwear drawer. Okay, maybe not, 'cos that might make your father suspicious. But I need you to have easy access to my tits and pussy and ass at all times."

"Okay. Sounds good! So that's what I do. I grip your gorgeous bubble butt under your skirt with both hands. Then I poke a couple fingers right at your pussy lips. Do you try to stop me?"

She looked at him with playful shock. "Heavens no! Not unless I thought you were Carl. In which case, I'd turn around and kick your ass!"

They both laughed, but she wasn't entirely joking. In truth, her loyalty had flipped in the last hour or two.

"In fact, I'd probably flip my skirt up off my ass and bend over at a lewd ninety degree angle to give you better access. It goes without saying that I won't be wearing panties or a bra, not if you're nearby and I think I can get away with it. Then, as your fingers pump my pussy, I'll say something like, 'How was school, Son? How can your fuck slut serve you?'"

"Wow!"

She craned her head down and licked at the tip of his cock as it passed within range. "I keep telling you, that's how it's gonna be from now on! But unfortunately, then I'll have to stand back up."

"Oh. Bummer. Do I have to take my fingers out of your hot gash?"

"Of course not! In fact, I'd be surprised if you didn't just rip my skirt off altogether. Let's assume you do that, because unless I get naked fast, I'm gonna deserve a spanking. But the reason I have to stand is I know how thirsty you get after your practices. I'll pour you a tall glass of lemonade."

"Mmmm! Sounds good." The story was so much fun that he almost forgot what her tits were still doing to his dick. Almost, but there was no way he could completely forget about that.

"And while you drink that, I'll be busy unbuttoning my blouse with a sexy striptease. By the time you're done with your drink, I'll have your shorts down around your knees and your monster-sized cock in my dainty little hands. Then, it'll just be a matter of you deciding which part of me you want to fuck first."

"Wow! Tough decision. But what about Dad?"

"Who?" She chuckled at her own joke. "You know his schedule. He won't be home for an hour, at least! In fact, now that I think about it, it's perfect how I'm always home with you well before he comes home. I'll be able to drain your balls completely dry every day after school, and he'll never suspect a thing!"

Tommy frowned, even though the titfuck continued, just as great as ever. "Man, thinking about Dad is a drag. I mean, he's a good guy, and a good dad, overall. I love the fact that I can see your wedding and engagement rings as you press your tits together for my cock, but it also makes me feel guilty."

"Guilty enough to stop?"

"No. Hell no!" He felt bad about that answer, but he couldn't deny the truth.

"Same here, except I hardly feel the guilt. I'm proud to be your slut. It's funny, because I STILL would never think about cheating on him with anyone else, but with you, it's different. I'm your slut first and his wife a distant second. If our marriage is going to survive - which it probably won't - he's going to have to adjust to that fact sooner or later."

"Wow! ... I wish I could be more... bothered by that. He's a good man! But it only makes me more aroused!"

She smiled triumphantly. "I'm glad you're coming around to my way of thinking."

He fucked Leah's tits for another five minutes or more, with her doing most of the work. It only got better and better as she slowly drove him to the edge of orgasm.

But then she claimed her hands were tired and she needed a break. The two of them "rested," but it wasn't much of a rest, because she said it was time for him to lick her pussy.

She laid herself down on the couch and spread her legs obscenely wide.

Kneeling between her powerful thighs, he took a minute or two just to sniff her bald pussy and give it a close visual exploration. Even her pussy looked damn near perfect, with symmetrical and trim engorged lips. He could see his cum drooling out of her gash, and that excited him even more.

Then he started to lick.