Mother’s milk.

The rain fell in sheets making it almost impossible to see out the window. Wayne struggled to look out through the window of his Cherokee Jeep.

His mother, Kirstie, sat in the other concave-backed chair gazing out through the suffocating, boozy rain. Every few moments, Kirst turned to stare in the direction of the car’s rear window for a few seconds before turning to look ahead again.

“I hope they’re all right.” She murmured.

“Oh, they’ll be fine.” Wayne told her, all the while hoping with all his heart that he was right.

The Wayne family was driving to their camp house in the mountains for a short vacation.

Tony, Wayne’s father, Kim, Kirstie’s sister, and Tony’s little sister Mary were in a second car somewhere behind them.

They took two cars because Kim had to get back on the second. Wayne, Kirstie, Tony and Mary, on the other hand, planned to leave again on the next five.

When they had set out earlier that morning the sky had begun to sprinkle with rain, but after a while the rain became heavier and heavier, and the downpour that continued to intensify throughout the morning turned the journey into some sort of ordeal.

About 12:00 noon both of their cars made a brief stop in Emeryville for gas and lunch.

At the stop, Kim convinced Kirstie to leave little Mary with her in the latter car, since it was only about an hour’s drive from their destination anyway. Even though Mary was only a month old now, they didn’t think it would be a big deal for the baby to be separated from her mother for an hour.

Anxious to hopefully reach their destination sooner, Wayne and Kirsty set off ahead of Tony and the others, and after the two groups split up, they never saw the men or headlights behind them again.

Looking down at his watch, Wayne realized that it had been an hour since they had last stopped.

“I think I see the corner.” He said, while slowing down the car.

“This is it.”

Kirst confirmed that this was when Wayne was turning his car off the highway onto this narrow, black-covered trail.

“Be sure to keep the car on the road.”

His mother watched as he carefully turned the car onto the trail while admonishing him.

“If we’re stuck here, we’re not going to be able to pull ourselves out of this rotten slime.”

“You’re right.” He laughed darkly with worry.

The car slowly crawled forward until it reached a rickety bridge.

Stopping the car, Wayne stepped out and slowly walked over to the bridge to look down. What was usually a quiet, gentle creek was now a muddy river of roaring, muddy water. Gazing down at the swirling eddies of the river below, he noticed that the waves were crashing against the already shaky foundation of the bridge. They looked really weak, but seemed to be able to withstand the impact of the river.

“What do you think?”

“What?” He jumped, unaware that his mother had come to his side.

He was so focused on the rushing river below that he didn’t even realize that his mother had stepped out of the car and come around.

“Do you think we can get by?”

“Well, I guess it’s okay.” He muttered. “You think so?”

“I guess it’s okay.” She said as she stepped forward a few feet towards the top of the bridge and tried jumping up and down. “It should be sturdy enough.”

“Well, let’s give it a try.” He yelled loudly in order to drown out the noise of the river.

“God, I’m soaking wet.” His mother laughed tiredly when they got back to the car. “I can’t wait to get to the campground soon and build a fire.”

“Okay, here goes.” Wayne said, putting the car in gear and then carefully driving toward the bridge.

The bridge seemed to hold as they crawled inch by inch forward. The bridge was at least fifty feet long, but it took them two or three minutes to creep across three-quarters of its length.

However, in a split second, without warning, they felt the bridge beneath them begin to shake, sway and move without stopping.

“Oh God!” Kirsty screamed. “This bridge is going to break.”

When Wayne first felt that dizzying tilt, he quickly pressed the throttle floor to the bottom. For one long, terrifying moment, it seemed as if both the car and the bridge were going to rush into the rushing river below. But just at the end, the tires finally reached the other side ahead of the car.

Neither of them could speak as the car roared into the opposite bank. Then, just as the front tires hit the hard ground, they felt the rear of the car lurch and slide sideways.

Time seemed to have stopped. They held their breath and prayed until the car finally crossed the bridge.

When the rear tires of the car just left the bridge, the bridge immediately fell toward the river behind it.

Lady Luck is with them!

Wayne tried desperately to step off the card car to avoid making it slide off the road into the mud on the side of the road. After being dragged several feet by inertia, the car eventually came to a stop just a few feet from the curb.

Wayne sat motionless, his hands clenching the steering wheel for a few moments. Finally, he turned his head to look at his mother. She was as pale as a sheet as she stared at the pouring rain that fell on the front hood of the car. Finally, she turned to look at her son and smiled weakly.

“My God, that was close.” Mother sighed heartily.

“You are so right.” The son replied.

It took a few more minutes for his hands to stop shaking so badly making it possible for him to open the car door. Pushing the door open, he once again got out and stood in the pouring rain. Closing the door, he found his mother stepping out and standing on the other side of the car.

They both looked back at the spot where the small bridge had stood moments before, that was now empty except for the occasional piece of broken stump that showed through the swirls of the icy river. The twisted and cracked base of the bridge was the only evidence that a bridge had ever existed there.

“Just five seconds slower and we’d be at the bottom of the river by now.” He groaned, feeling like his legs were about to give out. “God, that was so close.”

The two men remained silent as they gazed downward at the dark, muddy river flowing past them.

“Oh, Tony and Mary they’re here.” Mother blurted out.

“Go get your cell phone and call them, quick!” Wayne yelled as he started waving his hands frantically, trying to stop them before they ran the car straight into the river.

Kirstie turned and sprinted through the rain to the Jeep, ground the door open and she flung herself inside. She ripped open her purse and squeezed her hand inside and pulled out the phone. Pressing the buttons quickly, she puts the phone to her ear.

“Come on, come on, answer it!” She muttered, her eyes boring into the car as it slowly reached the other side of the river.

“Hi, I’m Kim.” Her sister’s voice was eventually heard.

“Oh thank God you finally answered, that bridge is broken.”

“Okay, we saw Wayne waving so we slowed down.”

Everyone remained silent as Wayne trudged wearily back to his car.

“Okay, what now?” He asked as he got into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t know.” She murmured and whispered, looking down as she pondered what to do.

Things were clear that Tony, Kim and Mary couldn’t cross the river anytime soon.

They could turn around and head back to Emeryville and spend the night there. Though Kirsty was still milking Mary, she’d bragged about having enough condiments beforehand, so there was no problem as far as that went.

But the bridge was broken and it was raining, and she didn’t know how long she and the baby would be separated. She and Wayne were carrying all their food so they could continue on their way to the camp house and stay there until someone figured out a way to get them back across the river.

She and Tony discussed their ideas for a few minutes. Since it was already one in the afternoon, Tony agreed that the three of them, himself, Kim and Mary, would turn around and head back to Emeryville and spend the night there.

Tony will link up with the sheriff and let him know the situation they are now trapped in, he will talk to the sheriff to see what can be done and then link up with Kirsten .

Closing the phone, Kirst explained their decision to Wayne.

Wayne looked in the rearview mirror and agreed with their decision. They both watched uneasily as Tony slowly and carefully moved backwards away from the other side of the river. It seemed like whole hours passed, but finally his father backed the car onto the highway and disappeared into the rain.

“Well, lone trooper, I guess we’re on our own now.” Kirst said with a nervous laugh.

“That’s what I thought, well then, Copperhead.” He replied, slowly depressing the clutch and putting it in gear.

Finally they reached the campground, and the two of them sat and watched as the rain pelted the hood. The ride to the campground seemed to take hours, as Wayne’s car didn’t go faster than five miles per hour.

As they gazed out the window at the pouring rain, they realized that it didn’t seem to be getting any lighter, but rather, it was getting heavier.

“Do you know how long a cube is?” He asked with a bored grin.

“No, but if things continue as they are now, we may have to start learning.” His mother replied.

“Well, I sure don’t want to start going like a hunter looking for pairs of animals.” He laughed.

“I’m not sure.” She laughed back. “But I do have a pair of things that are starting to hurt vaguely.”

“What?” He blushed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude.” Mother criticized him amiably.

“It’s been almost five hours since I last milked Mary and now my breasts are starting to feel full and sore.”

“Mom!” He said in exasperation, his face turning red. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Okay, Mr. Priggish.” She smiled, opening the door, “Let’s unload the stuff first then.”

Wayne stepped out of the car and into the rain, thankful that it would hide his reddened face.

He couldn’t believe his mother had said what she had said earlier. After all, it was his mother, and he hadn’t expected his mother to give that kind of talk in the middle of a conversation.

Stop, wait a minute, he stood in the pouring rain thinking about his mother’s breasts.

The thought of those breasts, large and swollen, full of milk, was like opening the door to the arousal center of his own brain’s nerves. Shivering, he lifted his head, letting the icy chill of the downpour splash across his face, hoping to wash away the nasty thoughts from his mind.

Finally, he suddenly realized that his mother was standing impatiently behind the rear of the car. Embarrassed, he walked around the body and opened the trunk lid of the car. Both took as much luggage as they could carry and then rushed together to the camp house. His mother took care of the door while he set his bags down on the porch and then made another dash for the car.

After the first load of luggage, he had his mother stay at the camp house while he just ran back and forth between the camp house and the car to unload it. It took him a total of almost thirty minutes to move all the luggage they were carrying, but it at least calmed his mind from what his mother had just said.

While Wayne unloaded the truck, Kirsty sorted the bags into categories. When he entered the house after the last delivery, he closed the door behind him and placed the bag on the table.

“Here, here’s your case.”

Mother said handing him his bag, “First you change quickly into dry clothes before you catch cold. Then you make the fire, and I’ll change again.”

He kicked off the muddy shoes and dragged his heavy steps towards the only bathroom in the campground. Closing the bathroom door behind him, he quickly stripped off his wet clothes and dried his body from the rain. He was thoroughly drenched all over, as if he had just finished an ice bath.

Gazing at his naked self in the mirror, his thoughts couldn’t help but go back to his mother’s body. He couldn’t help but think about what his mother’s naked body would look like.

Mixed with shame, he controlled himself from letting his cunt-lashes swell with blood. Angry at himself for having such dirty thoughts, he dried his head, then pulled on a pair of wide shorts and added a sweatshirt.

Hmm, interesting combination of dresses, he thought, but he knew how warm the camp house would get when the fire got going.

There were actually only four rooms in the camp house, including two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room that combined the functions of a kitchen and a living room. If he remembered correctly, the huge fireplace took an hour or so to completely warm up the entire camp house.

Stepping out of the shower, he found his mother waiting for him to finish having gotten a little impatient.

“You’re finally done.” She said with an aggravated tone and sauntered towards the bathroom, “I thought you were dead in there.”

“You look like a drop dead.” He laughed out loud as she walked past him, her entire head of show wet against her head.

Despite getting soaked and muddy from running around in the pouring rain most of the day, she still looked very attractive.

Moving, the word seemed to be made for her. He thought as he began to work on the fire.

Yes, she’s beautiful, but not in a maddeningly beautiful way.

Moving, yes, that’s her, and it’s very moving.

And her body, and when thoughts of that came to him, he couldn’t help but feel another pang of shame.

For her age, her body is simply fantastic.

He’d had plenty of opportunities to peer at her body in the summer when she was lounging in her bathing suit on a lounge chair by the pool. But that was before she was pregnant with Mary.

He hadn’t actually seen his mother’s body in a bathing suit since Mary’s birth, so he did wonder just how fit she was now.

On second thought, he chastised himself for thinking such thoughts about his mother, and went on to work on the fire anyway.

As he was working on the fire, he could hear running water in the bathroom. It caused his mind to drift back to thinking about her naked body, and he pondered how he could peek at his mother’s jade body through the keyhole if he walked over quietly.

No! How could he have such a thought, he withdrew his thoughts and went back to continue building the fire.

Thank God he and his father had stored a week’s worth of wood at the house the last time they came to camp. If they hadn’t done that then, he wouldn’t have been able to build this fire.

As he did, the faint embers began to gradually lick up the wood of the fireplace, and the fire spread quickly.

Sitting crouched in front of the fire, casually rattling the sticks in the fireplace, he began to think back to his mother again.

At school he had heard other boys talk about pregnant women and women with babies. They said that their breasts were huge and full of milk, and they even said that if a woman who breastfeeds her child does not suckle on her nipples, her breasts become very sore and other problems occur.

Wayne actually never thought his mother would turn out that way until he saw her breastfeeding Mary one day. After that he would get very uncomfortable discussing that aspect of women to other boys.

But despite that, he found himself wanting very much to peek at his mother’s breasts one more time. It turned out that he had peeked once before, but that had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t realized that those tits would be that big and actually that white.

All the while he was ashamed of himself for thinking about it, but at the same time he suddenly realized that his dick had started to get an erection. He quickly stood up straight.

Just as he was slipping his hand through the edge of his shorts to try to put his cock, which had begun to get erect, in a better position, his mother stepped out of the bathroom at that moment. She was wearing a soft pink bathrobe and was holding a large white towel trying to dry her wet hair.

Both of them suddenly stopped all at once and just looked at each other, feeling awkward. Then Wayne turned his back and pushed his big swollen dick hard into a more comfortable position.

“Are you okay?” His mother asked as she continued to wipe her head with a towel in both hands while slowly pacing toward Wayne.

“Uh, yeah, oh, of course it’s fine.” He muttered under his breath, glancing back at his mother.

As his mother walked barefoot across the living room toward him, he couldn’t take his eyes off those huge, towering tits on her chest for a moment. It seemed to him at that moment that his greedy gaze could almost penetrate the soft cotton woven bathrobe to directly confront those massive tits.

“Are you sure you’re really okay with this?” Still seemingly in doubt, my mother asked with a smile, “Your face looks like red-hot steel.”

“Yes, well, I think it might be because of the off side where the fire was built.” Still muttering, he said, “I’m too close to there.”

“Oh.” She continued up to stand beside her son, throwing the towel of her hand on the floor.

She stood beside him and concentrated on warming herself by the fire, saying nothing. And that’s when Wayne, still with his heart in his mouth, just stood there apprehensively.

Still, he couldn’t help but sneak a sideways glance at his mother’s ample tits hiding in her bathrobe.

(ii)

Was she wearing nothing under her bathrobe? He thought, feeling his cunt-lashes twitch again.

“Why don’t you go get us a drink?” She turned to her son. “We could use a little drink before dinner to celebrate our successful Great Escape.”

“Oh sure, good idea.” He blurted out, glad that he could finally escape from his mother’s body.

“I haven’t had a chance to thank you properly for your side show performance this afternoon.” She leaned her body over and said softly, still giving her son a tender kiss on the cheek, “You saved our lives!”

“Oh, Mommy.” He replied cautiously, his face turning red again for a moment.

Unconsciously, he slowly paced away backwards.

“Really.” She smiled at him, “If you hadn’t been so responsive, we might have gone to report to God.”

“Anyone would react the same way at a time like that.” He replied, hoping that his mother wouldn’t notice the bulge in his lower region, so he hurried toward the kitchen cabinets.

There were a few bottles of wine in the cupboard and he took one out. As he clumsily opened the bottle, he didn’t forget to peek at his mother out of the corner of his eye. She was on her side, letting the fire in the fireplace dry her short, soft, hunchbacked brown hair.

When he squinted, the side of her robe was hanging open, and from there he could just about clearly see the side of her breasts, which were a full set of big naked tits.

Then she shouldn’t be wearing anything under her bathrobe. He thought silently, his cuntal loins starting to stir again down there, almost dropping the bottle on the floor.

“Are you uncomfortable somewhere?” She asked from the other side of the living room.

“Oh no, this …… cork …… is a little …… um …… difficult to get .” He muttered, wondering if his mother’s words were meant to be double entendre.

“Do you need any help, dear?” She asked, while turning slightly to the side so that the pair of balloons on the front of her robe’s chest split even wider.

“Oh no, oh Mommy.” He replied, his two-eyed gaze seemingly glued to the huge, inflamed tits on his mother’s chest as he uncapped the difficult bottle.

He could see almost the entire upper portion of the pale breast, and could even follow the cleavage down to see the mysterious dark brown ringed portion of the areola that surrounded the nipple. Despite the reorientation, it was not yet possible to be able to make out the nipple.

“I’m really getting thirsty.” She concluded.

It was hard to take his eyes off his mother’s breasts, but when he looked up he realized she was looking at him. His face turned purple when he realized that she had in fact caught him dead staring at her breasts and still didn’t say a word.

“Do you like looking at my tits?” She said as she finally stood up and pulled her robe around her.

“Mom!” He groaned, his emotions a confused riot.

“But you were just staring at my tits, weren’t you?”

He couldn’t say anything, shame beyond imagination prevented him from putting it into any words.

She was silent for a while at this point as well.

His hands were shaking so badly that he could never seem to fill the glass. He stumbled over to his mother to hand her the wine, but his shaking hands spilled it all out of the glass.

“It’s okay.” She said softly, reaching out to take the glass and holding her son’s hand trying to help him stop shaking.

He didn’t know what to say or do. She slowly broke her son’s stiff fingers and took the glass, smiling gently at him before taking a long, slow sip of the wine.

Suddenly sobering up at once, Wayne took a sip from his own glass as well, almost downing it in one gulp.

“God, you look thirsty too.” She said with a gentle smile.

“I am indeed thirsty.” He blurted out, then finished his glass in one gulp.

Using the empty glass in his hand as an excuse to leave her side, he turned back toward the bottle on the table.

Refilling his glass and turning around, he found his mother sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. She had her slender legs rumpled under her and was smiling at him.

“Come over here and sit next to me.” She patted the couch beside her and smiled.

“Oh, uh, okay.” His mouth mumbled, and he walked over there so distracted he almost tripped over himself.

“Bring the bottle with you.” She told him.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned to get the top bottle of wine, turning his head once more to approach the couch and sit next to his mother.

The two of them just sat watching the fire in the fireplace, the air filled with the fresh, fragrant scent of her post-bath body. Time passed slowly as they drank and talked.

“Why don’t you rest your head on my thigh, like you used to do when you were a kid.”

She asked.

“Oh, well then.” He replied, smoothly placing the empty glass in his hand on the floor.

Adjusting the position of his body, he gently rested his head on his mother’s soft thigh. He looked up at his mother, the fresh, lovely odor that emanated from her post-bath body filling his nose, and he couldn’t help but be reminded of the memories of his hours.

She slowly stroked her hand over her son’s head and looked at him with a smile. And her breasts, the source of all his earlier embarrassment, were now just a stone’s throw away from coming to his face, with only the soft, thick bathrobe separating her mother’s breasts from his eyes.

Smelling the comforting scent of her body, he slowly closed his eyes. Listening to the sound of the rain pounding against the window, he began to drift off a bit. The constant dull roar of the rain was occasionally interrupted by the popping of burning sticks in the fireplace. The red wine, the warmth of the fire, the sound of the rain, and the intoxicating smell of his body made him drift off to sleep.

Wayne wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but as he gradually woke up, he could no longer hear the rain pounding on the window. Letting his mind slowly wake up, he suddenly realized that his cheeks were wet. Could the roof be leaking? It wasn’t surprising, he thought, since it was raining so hard.

He slowly opened his eyes and suddenly realized that his mother’s naked breasts were in front of him. He froze, seeing that his mother’s bathrobe, which had been wrapped around her body, had somehow opened up.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, my mother’s huge inflatable ball-like nipples were right next to my face, and there was a drop of milky white juice slowly spilling out of those swollen nipples.

He was mesmerized as he stared at the large mass of nipples that took on a pinkish color, while at the same time the milk from the nipples continued to ooze out and run down the beautiful curves of the lower part of his mother’s beautiful breasts.

Just as he was frozen in concentration on those beautiful breasts, almost simultaneously, he felt his cunt-lashes begin to swell and ache. Not daring to move even slightly, he enjoyed the moment of debauched comfort.

Finally, he managed to tear his gaze away from his mother’s breasts and realized that she too was slumbering. Her head was on one side while her cheek rested on her shoulder. Quickly returning his gaze to the tits, he continued to revel in the mesmerizing view. He had forgotten how pale these beautiful tits had been the last time he had seen them. Now that he was so close to them, he could even clearly see the texture of the argent blue veins beneath the almost transparent skin of the breasts.

His quest was finally over, and now the prize was right in front of him, presented in full openness, completely satisfying his depraved voyeurism ÚÚ. He watched the breasts rise and fall with his mother’s sucking.

“What would it be like to suck on my mother’s hard, swollen nipples?” He couldn’t help but think.

“No, one can’t do that.” He thought, “That would be too much.”

What would a mother do if she woke up and realized she was sucking on her nipple? She’d probably kill herself.

Staring at those pink areolas and nipples, he couldn’t help but slowly turn his head toward them while those firm breasts slowly traced his cheeks and his lips came closer and closer to that forbidden fruit. Finally, his lips met the solid nipple that he had been dreaming of.

Then when a small thin drop of milk ran down his nipple and onto his lips, he became so aroused that he was almost about to come, he had never been so aroused before. He slowly opened his mouth and his whole body throbbed as if he had been electrocuted.

He parted his lips and the full, rising nipple slipped between them. He held this position still for a few moments, then finally began to gently suck on the nipple.

And so it was for a moment, nothing happened. But then he noticed his mother’s eyes flickering open. Worried about how she would react, he stayed as still as possible in his original position. Her eyes looked aimlessly ahead for a moment, then suddenly swept up to his face. He didn’t know what to do. They looked at each other for so long that time seemed to stand still.

Finally, she began to move slowly, slowly downward, her hands wrapped around his head pivoting into her arms so that her nipples could penetrate even deeper into her son’s mouth .

“Oh yeah, that’s it.”

She moaned, squeezing his face into the swollen nipples of her huge breasts.

“Eat up, the tits are hurting.”

Wayne froze for a moment, then realized that it turned out that his mother wanted him to continue sucking on his milk, and began to take in the plump, full nipple and slowly suck on it.

When he first started sucking, he was a little surprised to find that only a few thin drops of watery juice were flowing from the swollen nipple. Expecting more milk, he wondered if he had done something wrong. However, as he began to suck harder, he was shocked when the milk suddenly poured out of his breasts. Seeing his mother smiling at him approvingly, he sucked harder, feeling the increasingly thick and sweet milk pouring between his lips.

That rich, sweet milk awakened childhood memories that had been forgotten somewhere deep in the memory of his mind. He was like a baby now, sucking on the milk that flowed from his mother’s breast. Unfortunately, despite his thoughts going back to his childhood, his mature body was still filled with excitement.

Although he had swallowed as fast as he could , he still couldn’t keep up with the milk gushing out and some of it spilled over his mouth and onto his chin. Natural instincts guided him, and he buried his face tenderly but firmly in those plump breasts.

He could feel the heavy weight of that breast very clearly, all of it pressing against his mouth. He could never seem to get enough of it, wanting more of Timothy’s milk, and unconsciously he reached out his own hand and cupped his mother’s big, luscious tits, and he began to suck on them with increasing determination.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, baby, yes, eat all of Mommy’s milk so Mommy’s tits won’t hurt.” She murmured, pressing her son’s face harder against her tits.

(iii)

As he sucked harder, he could feel his mother’s originally swollen breasts saying that the gush of milk gradually slowed down, and her body began to gradually put up. After a few more minutes, he was very disappointed when he perceived that the gush of milk slowly turned into a trickle and then slowly stopped.

Feeling very frustrated, now that his mother’s breasts were empty, he had no reason to stay in her arms and continue sucking on her big tits. He felt his mother move her body slightly and suddenly the nipple that had been in his mouth came out. Like a child with no one to soothe him, his lips continued to move in search of the nipple.

Suddenly, to his amazement, he realized that his mother was slowly undoing her robe and holding out her other, plump, milk-filled breast. Adjusting her position slightly, he saw his mother hold up the round, high breast and lower herself down, shoving the entire areola, glistening pink, into his son’s lips.

When she brought her tits close to his lips, it was like giving the life-saving water to someone who was dying of thirst. Just now, when he first started sucking, it was taking a while for the milk to start getting mellow and gushing, but then the milk flowed so fast that he couldn’t take it all, and so much of it went out of his mouth. Nonetheless, he was now like a hungry child, and immediately plucked the nipple with his lips, and then took it into his mouth at once, and began to gulp down the milk that had been slaughtered for a long time.

“Oh, that’s good, my baby, yes!” He murmured as he sucked her.

Wayne’s erect cock throbbed like it was on fire underneath him, he knew he was close to an orgasmic ejaculation, he had never been so hard as he was now. It was like a knife was squeezing that with force, the cock was getting more and more excited and throbbing regularly. He had never had such a hard erection in his life.

He sucked and sucked and was once again frustrated when he realized that the milk run was finally starting to run low after all. Worried that his mother would remove the nipple from his mouth once the milk had been sucked out, he wondered if there was anything he could do to delay the inevitable consequences.

As he was wishing he could think of some way he could continue to eat the tits, his tongue began to flick back and forth over the milk-producing areola and nipple. He felt his mother harden all of a sudden. Surprised to find his mother reacting in this way, he stopped sucking hard on the milk and instead teased the large, plump, swollen nipple of his mouth with his tongue. The milk became less and less, but his tongue became more and more insistent in its tumultuous teasing of the firm nipple.

“Oh …… my …… baby ……” sighed the mother as she released her entire body.

As Wayne played with her nipples, he felt the legs resting under his head slowly begin to spread apart, and what’s more, she even lifted her lower body up and pressed it against the back of her son’s head. “Is she starting to get aroused too?” He thought, his cunt looming below him on the verge of exploding.

Even though he could no longer apologize for the sweet milk, he continued to play with the nipple of his mouth by rubbing it around with his tongue. The milk production had stopped completely, yet his mother remained motionless, with no intention of stopping him. “She must be enjoying herself right now too?” He thought, “Even if it wasn’t for breastfeeding, she’d still be willing to let herself play with her tits.” He let the thought startle him. Instantly, he intensified his assault on his mother’s ripe, plump nipples.

Now he could hear his mother’s low, seductive moans as he licked her nipples, which made him even more excited, and his hands began to join in the fray, rubbing and pinching the big tits into various shapes, and of course his tongue wasn’t idle, pushing the prominent nipples up and down.

He had thought that sneaking around licking and sucking on his mother’s nipples and sucking on her milk had been the most exciting thing he had ever done, but now he realized that he had been wrong. Just thinking about what he was doing right now – he was actually playing with his mother’s big tits, and she was actually enjoying herself instead of stopping him. While thinking this, a stronger and stronger torrent filled his entire body, and there was no stopping it.

The more Wayne played with his mother’s nipples, the harder he found her soft mound pressing against the back of his head.

Suddenly, he felt his mother’s hand drop from where it had been resting on the backrest of the couch to his belly all at once. He didn’t know if she had done this intentionally or unintentionally, but there was no doubt about one thing – her hand was now likely to touch his achingly erect cock down there at any moment.

Since his mom didn’t want to stop himself, Wayne’s guts were getting bigger and bigger, and he intensified his efforts even more, as his mom’s snow-white powdery mass was being rubbed and massaged to change all kinds of shapes.

His heart almost stopped as he felt his mother’s hand slowly work its way down to his stiff cock.

Did she do it consciously or was it just a reflex? Either way, his cock was now like a loaded and triggered pistol, with a bullet threatening to shoot out of the chamber at any moment.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother’s hand jerked with the sudden thrill of just holding his cock tightly in place and then letting go.

“Oh, get on the …… empire …… ah ……” He squeezed his mother’s tits tightly too, his cunt-lashes in his shorts finally exploded.

“Oh my baby, I’m sorry.” Mother gazed at the way Wayne’s whole body spasmed as he ejaculated and whispered, “I’m really sorry.”

Wayne couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but he couldn’t help himself. Just as he was drowning in shock and humiliation, his mother gently moved out from under him and stood up.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, but I have to take this call, it’s probably your father Tony.”

She tugged at her robe and said softly, then walked toward the phone.

Wayne buried his head in the pillow, wishing there was a hole he could get himself into. How could he cum in front of his mother? He felt so ashamed that he might never be able to face his mom again. He tried his best to bury his head deep into the sofa cushion, as if he could bury his shame with it. Tears of shame were streaming down his face, but the sound of his mother talking on the phone came to his ears.

He couldn’t make out what his mother was saying on the phone over the heavy rain beating noisily on the camp house. Then just for a moment he felt exhausted, his eyelids began to fight, not wanting to fight against anything, and with that he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, the room became dim. Looking around, he realized that the fireplace fire had been redone, and the whole room was filled with a warm, soft feeling. He didn’t move his body, trying to let his eyes grow accustomed to the light of the house. After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly searched the room, realizing that his mother was sitting in a large soft chair by the fireplace.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing – his mother holding a glass of red wine in one hand and fondling her big, sunken tits with the other. Although he had just exploded once not too long ago, the sight of it almost immediately revitalized his cock.

His mother seemed to be oblivious to him, the bathrobe on her was undone and was parted on both sides, her breasts, which were so rich and full, were completely exposed to the air. She played with and pulled at the one rising nipple while Wayne’s eyes were lost in the incomparable beauty. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Wayne’s cock to become as hard as a rock.

Something even more shocking happened-her hand slowly slid down from her chest and between her legs. Although the way she was sitting now prevented him from seeing what she was doing, when his mother tilted her head back and closed her eyes, he could already fully visualize where her hand was resting. Watching his mother play with her body, Wayne was on the verge of a second outburst.

Kirstie’s movements grew more intense, her legs slowly parted wider and wider, and her mouth began to emit moans like earlier, her hands moving faster and faster, while the sucking became noticeably more and more rapid.

However just like that earlier time, that’s when the phone rang again.

His mother stood up and walked toward the phone, and Wayne immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be in a deep sleep.

He could hear his mother and whoever he was talking to on the phone in low tones, but the abominable sound of the rain made it impossible for him to discern exactly what the conversation was about. After a moment, she hung up the phone and walked slowly over the edge of the couch and back to the recliner.

Wayne slowly opened his eyes to see his mother once again unbuttoning her robe and resuming fondling those big tits on her chest.

Slowly, he sat up.

“Do your tits hurt?” I don’t know where the courage came from, but he asked cheekily.

“What …… what? What are you talking about?” She was startled awake at once and turned around, a little furious.

His eyes roamed greedily over his mother’s large, naked tits without answering. She seemed a little flustered, so she didn’t cover those exposed breasts right away.

“I asked you if your tits are starting to hurt again.” When his mother heard this, she immediately looked at her breasts.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She murmured, then eased the robe closed over her breasts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just saw your exposed breasts and was amused.” He chuckled a little sheepishly.

“It hurts a little.” She replied with a smile in return, “But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did earlier.”

“You have beautiful tits.” He kind of didn’t know what to say.

“Do you really think so?” This time it was my mother’s turn to be a little embarrassed, “I had thought they were slightly sagging.”

“Oh no, mom, they’re very beautiful.” He blurted out, with obvious excitement.

“Well then, thank you for the compliment.” She smiled gently and took another sip of her wine.

“Well …… you …… are you …… able …… to …… let …… let me …… help you …… again …… suck… …

Milk ……”

His mouth muttered under his breath, unsure of what to say.

“What did you say?” She asked, a little puzzled.

“Oh, no …… it’s fine.” He said lustfully.

“Does she know about my earlier ejaculation?” He thought as he chuckled. He wanted to say something, but just didn’t know how.

“Why don’t you go get something to eat?” She told him, “I made a little snack while you were asleep earlier.”

﹝ Ah, that’s great.” He sat up and walked over to the table.

“You were asleep.” She said loudly, hoping to drown out the sound of the rain outside the window, “I didn’t want to wake you up after what happened earlier.”

Wayne didn’t know what to say or do in response, so he wolfed down almost half of the snacks on the table in one gulp. He was actually starving, but his earlier high level of sexual silence had made him forget everything.

Pouring himself another drink, Wayne walked back to the couch and sat down. That’s when his mother told him that they would be stuck here until at least tomorrow afternoon. Tony found the sheriff and unraveled to the fact that the nearby National Guard had a bridge repair team who would be coming to fix the broken bridge as soon as the rain stopped.

The heavy rain continued to fall outside like it was trying to report food or something, so Wayne didn’t have to find out exactly how long it would take to get out of the trap. Looking down at his watch, he realized that it was actually already 9:00 PM.

“Oh, it’s that late.” He said, as he refilled another glass of wine for himself.

“Yeah, you slept for a while.” Kirsty took a sip of her wine and smiled, “You’re too -tired- today.”

They were silent for a moment before Wayne stood up and walked over to the door of the barracks and opened it to look out at the rain pouring down like a waterfall.

“God, it’s still raining so hard.” He turned back like his mother and complained.

“I hear you.” She replied aloud.

Closing the door, he walked over to the fireplace to warm his hands. He was going to ask his mother if he could still have some of her tits. But he didn’t know how to say it, so he just stood there to see if his mother would say something.

“Honey, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” After a while, he heard his mother say, “I’m tired today, too.”

“Sure.” He didn’t know what he could say, “I think I should go to bed too.”

Wayne was a little disappointed when his mother didn’t let him suckle again. He trudged back to his bedroom and stripped off his clothes. Since the room was warm, he could sleep naked as he was used to. Hearing his mother preparing to fall asleep in the next room, Wayne let go of the ground and gently gripped his big cock underneath and slid it up and down.

Suddenly, Kirsty’s head flashed in the doorway, crap, he knew his mother had seen him masturbating!

“Oh, good night, baby.” She said, “I …… uh …… hope, you have good dreams.”

Just before he could think of something to reply, she had disappeared through the doorway.

“Oh, good night, Mommy!” Was all he could manage to reply aloud.

There was no answer, and after a while the light in her room was turned off, leaving the entire living room with only the dim light from the fireplace’s embers. Lying on his bed, reflecting on the day’s events, he too slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, he found himself awake. Something he wasn’t sure what woke him. The fire in the fireplace was going out and the living room was dark, but he didn’t hear anything in particular. Then he heard the sound of wood being added to the fireplace. He looked in the direction of the fireplace, and the fire there gradually brightened, and he realized that his mother was there, adding another log toward the fireplace. From Wayne’s side of the bed he couldn’t see into the fireplace, but he could still see the dim light coming from there.

Looking from the doorway of his bedroom into the living room, Wayne suddenly noticed his mother’s shadow in the doorway. He knew the light in his house was too dim for her to be able to see out of her eyes, so he didn’t close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Kirsty stood in the doorway for a long time, peering into the house. Wayne had no idea what she was looking at. Even though the fire in the fireplace was weak, Wayne’s eye kozo had become accustomed to such dim light, and he could see that his mother was wearing a very, very thin nightgown. Despite this dim vision, he could easily make out the wonderful curvaceous silhouette of his mother standing in the doorway hidden in the robe, leaning back and facing upwards, and he felt his cock harden immediately.

was wondering what her mother wanted, when she slowly walked into Wayne’s bedroom and in the direction of Wayne’s bed.

As she sat down on the edge of her son’s bed, the mesmerizing perfumed scent of her entire body had enveloped Wayne. What would she do next? Wayne’s heart was about to stop.

Then felt his mother slowly remove the blanket and lie down, she was now lying next to him, right on his bed! Wayne’s heartbeat exploded even faster as her warm body pressed against him!

“Wayne, are you awake?” He heard his mother ask softly.

“Oh yes.” Wayne replied in a hushed voice, his lips so dry he could barely speak.

“Would you mind if I lay here for a while?” She asked as she pressed her body even closer.

“Oh, no …… don’t mind.” He groaned, feeling his mother’s ample tits against his arm.

She was silent for a moment.

“Baby, my tits are starting to hurt again, can you suck them for me?” She finally whimpered.

“Oh, good …… good.” He replied, panting, seeing his mother lift the blankets and unzip her robe.

“Thank you!” She whispered.

(iv)

Turning around, Wayne buried his face between his mother’s plump breasts, like a young animal on the hunt for food, arching his head around and searching hard for the nipple, the point of milk production.

As soon as he found the nipple between those huge tits, Wayne’s lips were on it in a flash and he couldn’t get away from it anymore. He desperately sucked on the nipple. Just like the last time, at first only a few thin drops of milk came out of the nipple like a trickle. Sucking harder, Wayne felt the flow on his nipple begin to increase. Almost immediately, the effort paid off and his mouth was full of his mother’s sweet milk.

Like a pumping machine on full power, he sucked greedily, his whole body and mind reveling in the unbelievably delicious milk. Wayne was flicking and sucking his mother’s nipples between his tongue and lips, and his own big, hard cock down there was pressing against her soft, warm thighs. The hem of her robe must have been quiet up, because there was no barrier between the cock and that silky skin.

Backlash had ignited and Wayne couldn’t help but press his big burning cock harder against her smooth thighs.

He knew his mother could definitely feel the iron-hard cunt-lash on her thigh, but she didn’t try to move her thigh out from under him. With Kirstie’s silent acquiescence, Wayne stroked the rising nipple harder and harder with his mouth while he continued to rub his cuntlash against her thigh below.

“Oh, that’s great, baby, that feels great!” He heard his mother whisper in his ear.

Wayne’s fevered mind at this point, he could no longer tell if his mother’s words meant that his cock rubbed well or that he played with her tits.

It had happened so fast that he hadn’t had time to figure out exactly how it had happened.

His mind was completely overwhelmed with desire. It was unbelievable: he was lying next to his dear mother, sucking and playing with her big tits, and pressing his cock firmly against her silky thighs.

“This can’t really be happening, can it? I must be dreaming, right?” He thought to himself, except that he also knew very well that it really wasn’t a dream.

Under the big sucking like a thirsty dying man, the milk produced by his mother’s nipple slowly started to become less, Wayne wanted to continue to be able to suck more out, but finally the sweet taste stopped.

“Baby, get the other one like that!” Kirsty chirped softly as she coaxed her son’s face to the other breast.

To get to the other side of the tits, Wayne had to straddle his mother’s body and lean over it to get there.

He clumsily propped up his body with his hands and threw one leg across Kirstie’s body. In this way, Wayne’s

His legs were straddling his mother’s thighs, and his big old rock-hard cock was pressed tightly between her strands. He bent down and quickly took the full, hungry nipple in his mouth.

“Oh, great, baby.” Kirstie moaned, “You make me feel fantastic!”

Gradually becoming unable to control himself anymore, Wayne began to poke the hard, aching thing below him between his mother’s thighs as he fondled her large tits with his mouth. Wayne knew that his mother could definitely feel the cunt looming between her legs.

Just the feel of the smooth skin of his thighs on his cock was about to bring Wayne to his second eruption. Knowing that there would be no way to hide his orgasm this time, Wayne continued to thrust his cock between his mother’s thighs and rubbed it desperately.

Wayne’s head was swimming back and forth on his mother’s chest excitedly and eagerly, while his hands were cupping those full and plump breasts and rubbing and squeezing them hard, as if he still didn’t think that the milk that was now flowing like flying was enough, and hoped that he could squeeze more out of them.

“Oh, baby!”

Kirstie could only moan silently under the ravages her son was inflicting on her large breasts.

Swallowing it without a care in the world, Wayne felt like he could never get enough of his mother’s warm and sweet milk. He squeezed his mother’s big soft and moist breasts tightly with both hands, wishing that the milk on his face would never stop.

The fact that he was actually able to press himself against his mother’s body, playing with and sucking on her tits, made Wayne feel more submissive than he had ever felt before.

Kirstie lovingly ran her hand over her son’s head and pressed his face hard and deep into her chest. Suddenly, Wayne felt the muscles in his mother’s thighs tense, she was trying to remove her leg from under her forcefully propelled cuntal loins! This was so frustrating to Wayne that he just had to slowly lift one of his legs, allowing his mother to slide her leg out from under him.

Suddenly, with a flash of light in his head, he realized that he was now lying between his mother’s long, well-proportioned thighs!

“Oh, Wayne!” Kirsty moaned softly.

Encouraged by this, Wayne immediately re-engaged in the battle and continued to rub those big tits of his mouth. But unfortunately, the milk produced by the tits quickly began to dry up and eventually stopped.

Unwilling to accept this result, Wayne still continued to tease the inflamed tit while moving down slightly to press that hard sex against his mother’s silky and warm inner thighs.

Since Wayne was currently lying prone on top of his mother, his lower abdomen was pressing against the soft pubic hair-covered part of her pubic mound. He was so excited that he could almost feel each and every one of his mother’s pubic hairs itching the skin of his abdomen. Then, just like a bolt of lightning, it came.

The one thing that separated Wayne from his mother without an inch of separation was his son’s naked skin right in front of his mother’s naked skin. He couldn’t believe that she must have undone her robe all the way before she got into bed and lay down next to him.

It was simply too much seconds, unbelievable! Wayne felt a war cry run through his body. Manipulated by the obvious overflow of incestuous flesh, he pressed his abdomen further down, unable to stop his mind from reeling again. As his mother gently pushed her lower body up, he felt her wetness there.

“Oh, baby!” Kirsty moaned weakly.

Indulging in a sideways look that he had never felt before, Wayne slowly let his mother’s nipple slip out from between his lips, and turned his mouth to caress the hot, smooth skin of his mother’s large tits, followed by slow kisses upward from the breasts to his mother’s neck.

“Oh, baby ……,” Kirsty praised, arching her head and neck to encompass her son’s persistent pang lips.

Bracing himself, Wayne kissed his mother’s neck assertively, then paused briefly as he tenderly kissed the soft skin beneath her chin, then his lips crossed over and fell swiftly to his mother’s lips.

“Oh, God!” Kirsty moaned, wrapping her arms around her son’s face and pressing her lips together.

As their lips met in one place, their bodies glued together as if in heat.

As the two of them squirmed with passion, Wayne suddenly realized that his large, firm cuntal lobe – baked precisely in front of the large glans was resting between his mother’s two wet, tender cunt lips.

He hesitated slightly, fearing that his mother would not allow him to approach her most sacred black grove, and then, just as the tip of his prick felt the damp heat radiating from the sobbing love juices, his mother gently bucked her hips and pushed that lusty wet pussy up.

After a moment’s hesitation, Wayne resolutely pressed his lips against his mother’s, his tongue slowly diving into her mouth.

It was then that Wayne realized his mother’s hand had landed on his ass, clenching both buttock cheeks so tightly that he could feel her long, pink fingernails embedded deep into the skin.

All seemed inevitable as Wayne eased the crowned glans of his male sex into his mother’s already wet, dripping waves.

“Oh …… oh …… oh …… oh ……” As their lips parted, Wayne heard his mother’s mouth let out a long moan.

Taking a few sharp breaths, Wayne realized that beads of sweat were hanging from his forehead.

He was excited and confused, should he continue or stop there? It was extremely wrong, what they were about to violate was a taboo, absolutely against all the moral standards of the world, and he himself would be forever branded as an incestuous person.

But despite the chaos in his head, he knew there was no way back now. They had gone too far, and there was nothing left to stop them from descending into this bottomless abyss of lewd incest.

Rediscovering his mother’s lips, Wayne kissed her thirstily and deeply, while his big, raging cock slowly sank into her burning bud. This can’t be real, can it? he thought excitedly. Slowly his prick sank deeper and deeper into her fiery, tight, unbroken slit.

He was working on his dear mother’s slutty secret pussy! He’s going to hell, for sure, but it’s worth it! It’s worth it! He’s fucking his own mother’s pussy! What could be better than that?

The feeling was indescribable. It was as if the entire cock had entered a silky smooth, yet hot and tight hole of flesh that gripped and gently squeezed every inch of the sugar dildo.

It was unbelievable, as the cock made deeper and deeper contact in that claustrophobic pussy, it got hotter and wetter. There was nothing more to look forward to, it was the most wonderful experience a boy could imagine.

While the physical pleasures were unparalleled, it was the realization that his mother was a willing partner in going to the depths of evil with him that was the most important. When he wanted to make love to her on a consistent basis, it couldn’t happen without her, and now she would not only be his mother, but also a soul mate with whom he had a heart-to-heart.

“Oh, my, God, Mom!” Wayne panted as he parted the lips that were glued to his mother’s.

“Oh, Wayne, my baby!” She exclaimed, pushing her bottom up hard once again.

Wayne’s surging prick slid effortlessly into the depths of his mother’s prodigal male, the place where he was born, the source of everything he was, the hot spot where he first grew up! It was like heaven!

Despite his deep fascination over the sensation of being able to make love to his mother, he was slightly surprised. It should have been sinful, and he should have been at least slightly ashamed of it, but he couldn’t believe how natural and wonderful it was. The feeling of being able to make love to his beautiful mother was beyond words, and he would never want to make love to another woman again.

Forcibly suppressing the wonderful sensations coming from his cock, Wayne pulled out his aching cunt slightly, and then once again vigorously squeezed into his mother’s hot throbbing waves. Her hot, moist flesh wrapped tightly around the surging prick, making Wayne’s body and even his soul seem to be set on fire.

The intense pleasure coming from his scrotum was rapidly spreading throughout his body and could no longer be tolerated.

He was sure that his mother must have felt the same way, because Kirsty was doing her best to arch her beautiful ass so that her son’s big cock could penetrate even deeper into her burning cunt. While Da was making the most intimate contact with the prodigal male, she wasn’t idle up there either, her big, soft tits pressed tightly against his chest while the milk still flowing from her breasts dampened her son’s chest.

The cock pushed in as hard as it could, and finally, Wayne felt his big, firm glans hit his mother’s incredibly tender flower center hard, and the center immediately spat out more lewd fluid in an unbearable manner. Mother and son were simply made for each other, and their union was perfect.

(v)

Wayne thrust his prick deep beside his mother’s hot and contracting waves and bent down to kiss her again. Kirsty responded passionately to her son’s kisses and soon Wayne’s tongue deftly burrowed into her mouth. Mother and son straightened and flattened their bodies until there wasn’t a gap, hugging each other tightly and kissing each other passionately.

The passion that coursed through the six’s entire body quickly turned into white-hot spasms, and Wayne’s scrotum suddenly pulled tight and contracted as the bearish Punyunami was about to boil over!

“Mom! ………………” Wayne tried to warn his mother, but it was too late. His cock erupted fiercely inside his mother! It was like a huge mass of white-hot lava erupting deep inside his mother’s cunt.

“Oh, Wayne ………………,” Kirsty whimpered, raising her slender legs high and tightly around her son’s waist, raising her hips as hard as she could to receive her son’s rain.

“Wayne, my ……………… baby!” Kirsty cried out loudly. But her son refused to stop as he continued to flop and convulse, and his mother’s cries slowly transformed into whimpers.

Again and again, Wayne felt his cock explode into mass after mass of thick, white, hot slime deep inside his mother’s thirsty, ever-sucking bud. Wave after wave of extreme pleasure rubbed through his body, even if heaven believed it was nothing more than that.

“Oh my God, Mom, I love you!” Wayne panted as he thrust hard into his mother like a never-tiring pile driver, his mouth panting.

Finally, the furious beast slowly calmed and quieted down, no longer continuing to spew fiery flames inside Kirstie’s body. The tremendous mental and physical exertion caused Wayne to collapse onto his mother’s body with a loud thud.

Mother and son held each other like that for a while without speaking, then as if suddenly reading each other’s heartfelt thoughts, Wayne and his mother began kissing and caressing each other’s bodies.

Filled with loving strokes, Wayne was surprised to find that his large cock, still buried deep inside his mother, had not softened and remained firm. So he slowly began to gently thrust in and out of his mother’s overflowing waves of love juices, and her body immediately responded eagerly, needing her son to tenderize her. But within a moment, the two bodies couldn’t help but begin a stirring melody.

“Oh Wayne, I love it when you do me like this!” Kirstie moaned lowly, enjoying the pleasure her son’s cunt-lash was giving her.

“Mom ………… mom ………… mom …………” The sex organs of both mother and son were constantly pounding and colliding, and Wayne unconsciously let out a low cry. Once the pent-up passion in their hearts erupted, it was unstoppable, and the two of them never seemed to have enough of each other, even like a pair of animals clawing at each other, just to be able to get relief from the scorching flames of their desire.

“Me! Right! Hard on Mommy! Turn Mommy’s wave side over and rot!” Wayne could be heard muttering from her mouth every time he rammed his hard prick into his mother’s slutty hole.

Kirsty’s murmur excited both mother and son even more, and the surging giant side and the hot side of the waves collided even more fiercely with the most primitive rhythm in the world, and each collision splashed the overflowing love juices of the mother’s cavity all over the place.

Kirstie’s side was wrapped tightly around her son’s stiff prick, the tender flesh of the chamber rubbing against the shaft and around the crown, the center of the bud convulsing like a powerful suction machine to suck the essence from the glans, sometimes bursting out with a strong sound of pangs and giggles that actually overpowered the sound of the rain beating down on the barracks outside the window. But mother and son two do not care, in this moment, everything else is already irrelevant.

After about thirty minutes of fierce sandalwood battle, finally, Wayne felt his scrotum began to tense contraction, he knew he was about to reach the threshold of the outbreak, his mother is still under him tossing and turning, crying and begging him to be more vigorously she, he had to desperately support to hold back.

“Oh,, baby, I’m …… gonna ………… come …… …la! ……………… “Kirsty’s muscles suddenly tensed and her entire body balled up her son, screaming under her breath.

At the same time, Wayne only felt that the mother that wrapped their own cuntal lashes of the chamber of the internal contraction up, the two pieces of tender flesh in the mouth of the wave of the male also seems to have become an impenetrable door locks, will be his prick firmly fixed in her hole, the deepest center of the flower is also closely sucked in the big head of his own non-stop pressure culmination of a burst of, at this time, Wayne can no longer continue to endure.

“Die you, I’m going to die you, Mommy, I’m coming too!” As millions of points of thick pulp burst out, Wayne threw back his head and shouted. At that exact moment, a huge lightning bolt came down from the sky, illuminating the entire room, as if heaven and earth were also moved by it, wanting to memorize this moment.

With that flash of power, Wayne felt his raging prick peak inside his mother’s chamber.

Along with the lightning came the startling sound of thunder that shook the entire campground.

Wayne’s explosions couldn’t be stopped, and still continued, accompanied by an involuntary jerking of his prick again and again, clump after clump of thick, creamy semen violently hitting the walls of his mother’s wet wave of male flea flesh, the center of her flower, and had already far exceeded the amount his mother’s narrow chambered cavity could hold. He could feel his own thick slurry mixing with the lustful juices spewing out of his mother’s flower center, running along her two tender cunt lips, along his own still-unrelenting big cock, threading its way between the cracks of his mother’s upturned asscheeks, and trickling down until it was all over the bedsheets.

Mother and son were just like that with each other, moaning in low voices, and time seemed to have stood still. Eventually, they couldn’t support each other any longer and both collapsed in each other’s arms. The exhaustion after the high level of excitement caused the two to quickly fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Wayne woke up gradually in a state of extreme fatigue and dizziness. He stretched and yawned, wondering in his mind why he was so dizzy. But then, he remembered what happened last night, and an icy chill rose up from the end of his tanya.

“God, I made love to my mother! Or is this nothing more than a wild, wild dream under the effect of some kind of magical summoning?”

Wayne was getting a little freaked out and started sweating all over. “This must be a dream.” He thought.

With that, he caught the scent of his mother’s perfume say lingering in the air. He immediately turned around and fought the smell on the crumpled sheets, but the perfume of that presence was even heavier. She had definitely been in her bed! But had they made love as he remembered? Maybe he’d just suckled her, like earlier in the day? Maybe it was just that, the rest of it should have been a figment of one’s imagination.

But as the sluggishness from the slumber gradually dissipated, piece by piece those shocking details returned to Wayne’s mind. Then, as if to give himself confirmation, he felt dried semen on the pubic hair between his legs.

It wasn’t a dream, it was real! He -did- have sex with -Mom-!

Remembering every moment of that passion, Wayne soon found his cock getting hard again. The intoxicating memory of sex between mother and son was the most powerful aphrodisiac for him. He had already made love to his mom, and now, he wanted more. The evil monster inside him stirred, eager to sink once again in the sea of paraphilia they had created together.

Now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit of incest, there was no turning back, he had to go on.

“But what does Mother think? Where is she? Has she gone back to her own bed out of shame and disgust? Is she lying shyly in contempt of herself and what she has done?”

Wayne was so afraid that his mother would hate him, hating the answer, he had to know what she really thought.

It had only been one short night of sex and Wayne already couldn’t get used to the feeling of his mother not being around. He looked down at his watch, it was already nine o’clock, where had the time gone?

Thinking back to last night, Wayne reached down and grabbed his rising cock, rubbing it quickly. He slowly got off the bed, how he wished it wasn’t his own hand, but his mother’s!

Walking toward the door, Wayne looked appreciatively at the large cock that protruded from his lower body ten English pines and stood as firm as an iron bar as it bobbed its head and seemed to be looking around for prey. Stopping in the doorway, he peered into the living room.

When Wayne saw that his mother was standing in the front doorway looking out the window, he felt hope and tenderness in his heart.

Wayne’s eyes stared thirstily at his mother’s body when he suddenly realized that strong sunlight was shining through the window.

The rain finally stopped.

Wayne felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment. He had expected the downpour to continue so he could have more time alone with his mother, if she didn’t hate him.

But the rain had stopped, so every second now became incredibly precious. Wayne looked at his mother, the dazzling sunlight draped across her through the window, and Wayne could clearly see that she was wearing nothing but the so-thin and transparent robe, the same one she wore last night, and his gaze could easily penetrate that robe. His already hard cock twitched even more as he gazed at his mother’s mesmerizing silhouette that the sunlight had depicted so clearly.

Wayne couldn’t move his body; he was afraid to know what his mother really thought. But he had to go and solve it.

“Does she hate herself? Or ……… or what?” He wondered, “Has she recovered follow cover sanity and just abandoned herself completely on this sunny morning?”

Wayne struggled to imagine what his mother was thinking, “What must be going through her mind, does she think she’s the devil? Yes, what they did was wrong, extremely wrong, but it was such a wonderful feeling!”

Wayne had made love to a few girls before, but those were in no way comparable to what happened last night. Before last night, he had loved his mother like any normal boy would, but now that love had mutated into a strong urge and desire to bawl her flesh! This jonquil hope was so deep and long that just looking at her already made his heart ache. He had never known anything to be so intense! So reckless! So addictive!

Looking downward, Wayne watched his stiff cock throb energetically, the mere thought of her making him come.

But what did the mother think of herself?

Trying and trying to control his side-eye, Wayne recalled with slight shame: it was this woman who had raised him; who had patted him on the back when he needed it; who had wiped his ass when he had peed in his pants; who had punished him slightly when he had misbehaved; who had wiped his nose when he had caught a cold or a flu; who had nurtured him! She warmed herself! She comforted herself! She comforted herself!

No matter what she thought, she was his lover for one night anyway. In Wayne’s mind, he was his mother’s lover and always would be, no matter what she thought. He knew his love for his mother was incestuous, but it was all he had. He also knew that it was wrong for a boy to love his mother the way he did, but he couldn’t help himself, he had become a prisoner of lust.

Wayne had to know what his mother thought and what she thought of him after the two of them had made love. He couldn’t suppress himself any longer, he had to know now.

(to be continued)

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I’ve been busy at work today, so I’m a little late posting this chapter, so I’ll try to see if I can make up another chapter tonight.

(vi)

Wayne walked across the living room as gently as possible and stood behind his mother. Reaching out his arms around her and leaning her body hard against his own.

“Who? Oh, oh.” Kirstie’s mouth muttered when she realized her son was hugging her.

“Good morning, Mom.” Wayne fantasized, “How are you feeling today?”

Kirst didn’t answer.

Wayne’s heart jumped into his throat, his mother looked like she had been ignoring his presence for a moment and he didn’t dare move his body. “Then she really hates herself!” He thought.

“Oh, I’m fine today.” Kirsty finally sighed, letting up slightly and leaning her body back closer to her son.

“Are you mad at me?” Wayne asked, gently holding his mother closer.

Once again, Kirsty was silent for a moment before answering.

“Oh baby, I’m not mad at you.” She whispered, “I’m mad at myself.”

“Why?” Wayne said, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, dear.” Kirsty said softly, “I should never have come to your room last night, it was a complete mistake.”

“But, Mommy.” Wayne blurted out, “That was marvelous, wonderful, just wonderful.”

“No, baby, this is a total mistake.” She cried, “We had no right to do that.”

“Mommy, how is that a mistake?” Wayne discerned, expecting to convince his mother, “It was the best ever!”

“Wayne, we’re incestuous, and that is indeed wrong.” Kirsty mumbled.

“Mommy, this can’t be bad.” Wayne muttered, still expecting to convince his mother that what they were doing wasn’t that bad.

“Baby, don’t you realize what we’ve done?”

“Doing what? Make crazy, wonderful love? How is that wrong?” Wayne said.

“But we have created a monster, a monster that is not allowed to survive, a monster that must die here, in this campground, right now.” Kirsty whimpered.

“What? What do you mean?” Wayne insisted.

“Anything we’ve done, any new emotions that have arisen with each other, anything that’s been birthed here, it’s not allowed to go any further, and because of that, it’s scary.”

“Why?” Wayne asked, slowly bringing his hands up to his mother’s huge, lusty breasts on her chest and rubbing them lovingly.

“Oh no, Wayne, please don’t, we can’t.” Kirsty cried, weakly trying to push her son’s hand away from her chest. “It’s not right, we can’t do this.”

“But, Mom, I love you so much!” Wayne cried, trying desperately to wrap his hands around his mother’s big, plump, soft tits.

Wayne could feel his mother’s body shaking with the sobs, and he wished he could do something to soothe her hurt, but his hands still hadn’t left her huge, beautiful breasts.

“Mom, no one will ever know, just you and me.” Wayne said, still trying to make the off-side spiel between the two seem natural and reasonable. He would do anything to lure his mother into bed again.

In any case, he had to make his mother understand how much he needed her.

Then Wayne noticed something wetting his hand, and he realized that his mother’s breasts were producing milk again. His cock throbbed with excitement as he imagined the delicious milk contained in those huge snow-white breasts and faces.

“It’s wrong.” Kirst said, trying to think of a way to stop crying, “It’s a big mistake for a mother to have sex with her son, don’t you know that? It’s incest, a great unforgivable sin.”

“But, Mom, it’s too wonderful a thing to be a sin.”

“Oh Wayne, my baby.” Kirstie gushed, “Can’t you see? Don’t you know how much mom wishes we could do that. But we can’t keep pretending that this is right, even though I’d like to, one of the two of us has to put a stop to this before it gets completely out of hand and ruins everything, we have to stop it before it goes any further.”

“Please, Mom.” Wayne pleaded, wrapping his arms tighter around his mother.

“Oh Wayne, please don’t tempt me, we can’t do this baby or we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives.”

“But, Mom, we’ve already done it once anyway, what difference does it make if we do it again?”

“Oh, Wayne, don’t give me a hard time about it again.”

“Can’t we just do it one more time? Mom, please.”

“God, Wayne, don’t do this, I’m begging you, baby.”

“Mommy, no one will know, just you and me. Just one more time, okay? Mommy?” Wayne whispered in his mother’s ear, feeling her resistance crumbling.

“Oh Wayne, we were so wrong.” Kirsty murmured and whispered.

Then, as if she had finally given up, Kirsty slowly threw her body into her son’s arms.

Neither of them moved, they just stood and remained like that for a while. Finally, Wayne felt his mother slowly turn to face him, she looked at him with so much passion in her eyes that Wayne felt like his heart was going to melt.

Looking back into his mother’s eyes, Wayne was shocked to realize how tired and depleted she looked. He could see wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips that he had never noticed before, and even dark circles under her eyes; he had never seen his mother look so tired. But despite the fact that his mother wore no makeup and was so gaunt, Wayne still thought she was beautiful.

Gazing into his mother’s large brown eyes, Wayne felt himself being slowly sucked into the endless depths of the vortex. As their eyes locked, Wayne felt that he was mesmerized as his mother’s soul poured out its love and compassion. Then, as Kirsty looked intently back into her son’s eyes, she slowly raised her hand to his cheek and just quietly cradled his head.

“If we do it again.”

Kirsty said gently but insistently, “Will you swear to me that you will never ask again?

Swear that we will never again do the wrong we will now do; swear that that devil we have created here will die in this camp-house and never be born again!”

“God, I promise, Mom, I swear.” Wayne lied, knowing he’d promise anything to make love to his mother again.

“You swear?” Kirst asked again and searched his son’s eyes for the truth.

“I swear, Mom!” Wayne giggled, his cock bouncing up and down in excitement down there.

“It really was a mistake.” Kirsty murmured, “But I want you too, baby, but this must have to be the last time, we can never do this again.”

“Yes, mom.” Wayne moaned, wrapping his arms around his mother’s body and holding on tight.

As her son wrapped his arms around her body, Kirsty pushed him slightly away from the road.

“Tony called ahead and said they expect to come and free us around 4:00 this afternoon,” Kirsty told her son under her breath, “so we only have between now and then to satisfy the angry demon that’s taken over our bodies, and we can’t do it again after that. “

“Oh God, Mom.” Wayne groaned, picking up his mother’s 125-pound body as soon as she was in his arms, rocking her slightly as he quickly carried her across the living room to his room.

Kirsty wrapped her arms around her son’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder, blowing softly and nibbling his ear.

Wayne gently laid his mother’s body on the bed, then stood beside it and watched her intently.

“What’s wrong?” Kirsty asked, wondering in her mind why he had suddenly stopped, “Is something wrong?”

“Oh God no.” Wayne made a face, “I was just thinking about how beautiful you are mom!”

“Oh, silly.” Kirsty snorted, slightly sheepish.

Wayne quickly leaned down and undid his mother’s robe, revealing the naked body that covered it completely to the air. He had never really seen her completely naked before, and now his inhalation almost stopped, she was truly beautiful!

The night before had actually been a journey of touch and feel, and now her glistening, beautiful body was fully in front of him.

Wayne’s eyes greedily scanned his mother’s torso, realizing that the huge pair of snow-white tits on his chest were still oozing out a steady stream of milk. Surprised by the size and smooth roundness of those big beautiful tits, his already erect cock kept twitching with excitement.

But even with such a pair of tantalizingly full breasts in front of him, his eyes couldn’t help but look downward toward the mystery of that patch of fur, toward the entrance to his soul hidden beneath the dark forest of softly curving pubic hair, toward the place where he was born, and toward the dark, dark, forbidden place.

Gazing up at him, Wayne could clearly see the deeply recessed entrance to that hallowed hall, but what exactly did the face look like? He had to get close enough to take a closer look, to see the mysterious hole of flesh that had birthed him at some remembered time, the place that had once encompassed his entire body so deeply, but now could only accommodate his thick cock.

Kneeling on the floor, Wayne tentatively reached out and gently parted his mother’s slender jade legs. When the legs were tremblingly opened, he saw that the mysterious door of the cunt woman was wetly cavernous, and saw the two plump cunt lips guarding his mother’s secret hole shyly seemingly tremblingly stretching out like a beautiful flower in full bloom, gladly welcoming the spring breeze to pick it next to him, and his firm cunt cocks surged up even more.

“Oh, God!” He whimpered as the complete stretching of the plump, blood-filled petals caused the tender pink flesh of the chamber’s inner walls to wriggle into full display before Wayne’s eyes.

He couldn’t help but lean down and bury his face in his mother’s moist, hot pussy.　Inhaling the fragrant aroma that emanated from there, specifically designed to stimulate male characteristics, he was deeply enthralled. Her ripe, female scent, all the purer for being unwashed, was inspiring him to lick and devour that long awaited cunt-mare.

“Oh my gosh, baby!”

Kirstie’s mouth made a grunting noise as her son’s lips began a long overdue assault and dived his tongue deep into her vagina.

The pungent and intoxicating flavor from his mother’s ever-flowing love juice slit drove Wayne to wield his deft tongue to plunge into the moist, fertile entrance.

Completely overwhelmed by the smell and taste of his mother’s place, he buried his face deep in her wave-side woo, eagerly teasing and playing with the two soft, plump petals.

“Oh, baby!”

Kirsty grunted again, her hands squeezing her son’s face harder and deeper into the wave-liner that was so moist with her own lewd secretions.

(vii)

Wayne rubbed his face back and forth over his mother’s wave-side witch until it was covered in her spilled lust, and he sipped up his mouth to devour it thirstily. The problem was that it seemed that the faster he devoured it, the more of it seeped out of that secret hole, and he had to give up and turn to flicking and licking it with his tongue, and soon he made a new discovery, the focal point of the whole flower, his mother’s clit.

Gently using the tip of his tongue to tease away the tender skin covering it, Wayne felt his mother’s hands clench his back and her long fingernails dig into his skin, while her pussy pushed up hard to cover his face.

With that layer of fragile armor was removed, once the tender clitoris broke free of its shyness, it was already playful in the air, and as the tongue flicked back and forth on it, Wayne found that it slowly began to become firm. At this time in the ear came the mother’s low magnetic moan, as if it is approval, as if it is encouragement, and as if it is urging, Wayne has been.

Mother’s originally shy clitoris, after blowing and caressing, suddenly stood up, and then through the mouth and tongue, actually incredibly began to rise into a huge fruit, the surface is more lubricated, but also in the mouth of the protruding throbbing, as if it was issuing a challenge. It was twice as big as the clitorises of the girls Wayne had been to school with.

With the fury of passion, Wayne food as if on his mother’s immensely tender huge clitoris launched an attack, sometimes the tip of the tongue flick, sometimes with the upper lip with a pinch nibble sip suck, he could feel her thigh muscles tense like a rock. Knowing that she would soon be at the tip of the wave of orgasm, her whole body began to violently toss and turn, Wayne’s tongue attack even more rapid and intense, that is to say, blew the charge, he used his teeth to gently but firmly bit the large clitoris, between the teeth of the tongue darted rubbing, squeezing, licking, mother’s clitoris in the tripartite attack under the ravages of the ravages.

“Oh, God! Mommy’s clitoris …… clitoris is going to be broken off by my good son! My good son, Mommy’s bad son, Mommy is coming ………………!” Kirstie’s entire body began to warbling and flopping, wailing under her breath.

Proudly watching his mother climax, Wayne suddenly noticed two thin sprays of milk splashing from her firm, prominent nipples.

Even in his wildest dreams such a scene could not have happened, Wayne couldn’t believe that he was able to swallow his mother’s clitoris and bring her to orgasm while viewing the beauty of his mother so excited that her big tits were actually splashing with milk.

Wayne excitedly slipped the tip of his tongue into the side of his mother’s wave and licked and flicked the pink and red flesh of the twitching inner walls of the chamber, helping to ease her through the marvelous orgasm. He continued to tenderly lick and nibble at his mother’s clitoris for up to several more minutes before Kirsty gradually let go and fell back down onto the bed, high and erect.

Fondly filtering a bald spray of his own lips away from the clitoris, Wayne again lovingly kissed the two engorged and swollen pussy lips that looked unusually fat, and it was they that were barely wrapped around the wave of love juices that continued to ooze out of the side of the wave.

Finally, Wayne stopped his oral intrusion and crept onto the bed, lying down facing his mother. He gently lifted her legs and bent himself so that the big raging cock slowly slid into his mother’s moist and hot secret pussy .

“Oh, Mommy’s good boy, yes, that’s it.” Kirsty felt the entrance to her wet, sticky flower path being propped open by a thick glans, instantly filled slowly by her son’s throbbing prick, and let out an encouraging sigh under her breath, “Oh, baby, Mommy’s bad son, get in there, Mommy’s wave side is waiting to be filled by you!”

As the glans struggled to carve a path through the narrow pathway, Wayne immediately felt the walls of his mother’s chamber begin to rhythmically squeeze the large mushroom head, while the two petals outside the secret hole contracted and stroked the rod, as if sending out invitations to look, he had no choice but to raise his head high, close his eyes, and slowly thrust the entire rod to the bottom.

But the depths of his mother’s flower path is even hotter, and will clutch the cock more tightly, squeeze more intense, at the same time the originally soothing unfolding petals at this time seems to become two closed doors, tightly hooped the root of the rod, Wayne can only do is to quietly exercise the fury of the big cock rubbing in the depths of the vagina, and then leaned down, a mouth on his mother’s big tits standing up.

Kirstie’s full, huge tits had been prepared in advance by her earlier orgasm, ready to release the sweet, thick milk she had been burdened with for so long. Thirstily sucking and pulling on his mother’s big tits, Wayne was soon rewarded with a mouth full of milk.

Suddenly, he was a little jealous of his sister-Mary, who after today would be able to eat all her mother’s milk, while he would not have the chance to do so, but on second thought, what in the world could be more delicious and palatable than for a grown-up son to be able to eat the milk that was constantly secreted from the big tits of his beautiful real mother?

Delighted in his head, Wayne greedily swallowed the milk in his mouth, and then continued to persistently spray tweaks and suck vigorously on his mother’s big tits until the milk’s rushing flow gradually slowed down and finally stopped flowing.

Wayne was only too chagrined to let the large, already stream-drained tit slide out of his mouth, and kissed it one last time with a fond filtered spray before pulling his large cock, which was still in the throes of fury, out of his mother’s sobbing flower, straightening his body, gently lowering his mother’s jade legs down, and slowly stepping backward away from her body.

“Oh, baby, Mommy’s good boy.” Kirsty hastily reached out to pull her son in, pleading, “Put your big cock back in, back next to Mommy’s waves, now!”

Hearing his mother’s desperate plea, how could Wayne ignore it? He was overjoyed and quickly crawled to his mother’s legs that had been completely separated, reached out and grabbed his own furious huge prick, eagerly trying to guide it back to his mother’s constantly leaking nectar in the flower path, firstly, the rounded upsurge of the big glans in the entrance of the cunt pussy on the fat petals and the shy clitoris on a few times, and then couldn’t wait to plunge straight to the bottom.

Feeling the heat and wetness from the depths of her mother’s flower path again, the entire chamber tightly wrapped around the big prick that had returned so easily with even more intensity, and the two plump labia locked the door of the secret hole shut, as if they were no longer willing to let go of the meat stick.

Wayne repeated the same trick, will be more and more upsurge of the cock at the bottom of the flower path heavy grinding up, do not want to big glans actually fell into a very tender flesh surrounded by, know that must be the mother’s flower center, so more and more exhausted grinding the flesh. Flower center seems to have the spirit of the huge head of the turtle wrapped around, regardless of their own unparalleled tenderness, rubbing hard, but the heart of the flower is ultimately unbearable to so ravaged, and soon spit out a thick manna abruptly.

Wayne was stimulated by a jolt of excitement, the ground hard to break through the siege, a big cock rooted out, leaving only the crown of the glans was stuck in the face of the petals. Immediately, he immediately ruthlessly re-inserted his cock back into his mother’s flower path, quickly grinding up and down in the center of the flower, pulling out again, so pulling out, inserting, pulling out again, inserting again, continuously dozens of times.

At this time, Kirstie can no longer hold back, mouth loud pots up: “Oh …… oh …… mommy’s big cock son, so, good mommy’s wave side!”

But then Wayne unexpectedly and suddenly pulled his big, rising, aching cock completely out of his mother’s soaking wet channel, which made Kirstie anxious.

“Oh, Mommy’s good boy, what’s the matter? Don’t you know that Mommy’s wave side is waiting for you to come?”

Kirstie pleaded, “Come on put that big cock back in, don’t tease Mommy, come on, baby!”

Without a word, Wayne crawled over his mother’s body and lay down on the other side of her body, lifted her long, straight jade legs, and thrust the monster with the big purple glans heavily into his mother’s impatiently hot flower path once again, and pumped it vigorously, while at the same time bending over and taking the other huge, soaring breast on his mother’s chest into his mouth and sucking on it. Within moments, his mouth was once again filled with bursts of milk.

Wayne felt like bathing and wallowing in a river full of milk, but as sweet and rich as that milk was, it still couldn’t quell his burning beside his mother.

He had to completely own her, conquer her, make her a willing slave to his love forever. He had to make her his alone, how could he tolerate sharing her with anyone else? He had to have her all to himself, her huge tits, her sweet milk, her slutty pussy, her mouth, her ass, her whole body, her love! He wanted it all!

Suddenly, the milk from the big tits was gone. Wayne anxiously sipped up his mouth and sucked again and again, but still couldn’t make that sweet spring testicle come over.

“Oh my baby, you’re sucking too hard.” The sound of his mother’s moans came to his ears.

While spitting the large nipple whose milk had dried up from his mouth, Wayne indignantly pulled out his prick. This was unbearable for Kirstie.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong again? Mommy can’t stand it, don’t you like Mommy’s wave by the park?

Please, good son, put your big cock back next to Mommy’s waves!” Kirstie pleaded.

This time, Wayne used both hands to raise his mother’s long and slender legs up, and then droned them apart, gazing at the pussy that was still continuously flowing thick love juice outward, and once again plunged his crotch into the thick and mighty spear, and without the slightest hesitation, directly stabbed it to the bottom, and the head of the prick immediately felt the softness of the center of the flower once again.

Although the flower path has been prepared, but by such a sudden attack, can not help but once again suddenly contracted up, the chamber cavity four walls relentlessly invasion of the rod body tightly wrapped, the heart of the flower is like a baby’s mouth like the glans on the one-eyed suck up, the only difference is that the petals seem to have learned from the lessons of the last time, this time is no longer a lone soldier, the top of the clitoris is no longer shyly hiding, but the delicate and erect together! Join in, so three sides together force, finally the big cock firmly strangled in the vagina.

“Oh, Mommy’s good son, Mommy’s big cocked son born from Mommy’s prodigal male, yes, that’s it, harder! Harder! Yes, that’s great, just like that, use the big cock Mommy gave birth to you hard, rot Mommy’s wave side!” Kirsty finally accepted her son completely and couldn’t help crying out loud.

Hearing his mother’s wail, Wayne pounded his mother’s secret pussy even more roughly as he turned into a raging tyrant.

His whole body pressed against his mother’s body, her legs coming back to her medulla to tighten around his waist, his big cock flying in and out of his vagina with great vigor, his tight hips bouncing up and down rapidly, like an oversized horsepower car with broken springs but driving on an undulating country road. His essence, his soul, all of his consciousness seemed to converge on that huge cock undulating with it, causing the thick shaft to completely morph into an overweight shaped pile driver made of flesh and blood as hard as rock.

With each thrust in the sticky, hot flower, he could sense the violent excitement through every tiny vein of blood on his cock, and it was immediately transmitted to every nerve in his brain and body.

Inserting, withdrawing, inserting and withdrawing again, the furious prick rode recklessly in his mother’s cunt, and time seemed to have come to a complete standstill. Wayne had already transformed himself into that big, unconscious cock, whose only purpose of existence was to bring pleasure and fulfillment to his mother’s lustful, slutty side.

As Wayne pounded his mother’s torso hard over and over again with his seemingly boundless energy, it finally paid off. Kirstie’s arms and legs clutched her son’s body tightly, the tender flesh inside her chamber transformed into powerful palms, squeezing and gripping the entire rod body as hard as she could, and her center of the flower was overwhelmed as it once again spat out thick manna, her body flopping up and down, as she was finally brought to orgasm by her son.

But Wayne didn’t slacken off at all, he continued to fuck without stopping for a moment. He didn’t know how long it had been since his mother’s last orgasm, but he just subconsciously felt her flower path twitching again and again as she climaxed again! But he continued to thrust vigorously.

He had never been so long-lasting and energetic, never felt so energized, so absolutely dominant, so lovingly compassionate, and knew only to go on and on and on, just tirelessly stabbing his burgeoning prick into his mother’s cunt-mare again and again.

Finally, just as his mother reached what was probably her fifth or sixth orgasm, Wayne felt a twitch and stirring in his scrotum under his rod. No matter, he was going to fill his mother’s burning cunt with his thick, searing sperm, was going to impregnate her with his own sinful seed, was going to own her in every possible way, own her body, her soul, and completely montage her with that unbridled jet of semen!

“Come on, baby, cum next to Mommy’s waves, come on, good son, cum all the way in!” Wayne’s mother’s whispers rang in his ears.

Hearing his mother’s lustful urging, Wayne couldn’t hold back any longer, and his furious cock shot a torrent of incestuous ammunition onto the walls of her writhing chamber, the lava of the volcano erupting towards the blooming center of the flower.

The wonderful pleasure, so pure, so strong, immediately filled Wayne’s entire mind. His mouth mumbled, and I don’t know what he was saying: “Oh …… me ………… mom… …Mimi, yes ……

Come to …… wonderful ……”

The torrent of sperm gushing and running quickly engulfed and filled his mother’s seemingly bottomless flower path, and continued to overflow from the narrow gap between the petals and the shaft. Wayne only felt that he had ascended to heaven, his entire body shaking and vibrating violently.

“Oh,, God!” Kirsty wailed out loud and freely, her chamber shivering violently from the hot semen as she climaxed once again with her son.

The bodies of mother and son collapsed together with a loud bang after one shudder after another. Gazing into each other’s eyes, both feeling extremely tired, without realizing it, they fell into a wonderful dream together.

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Wayne woke up feeling nothing but dizziness and sore muscles. After a long yawn and a stretch, wondering why he was so tired, he turned his head, and to his surprise, he realized that his mother’s naked torso was sleeping right next to him, with her arms still wrapped tightly around him. Wayne smiled triumphantly, then embraced her lovingly and tightly.

“Whoa!” Kirstie was startled awake and opened her eyes, her long eyelashes flickering. A flicker of shame que and annoyance flashed across her face when she realized she was still naked in her son’s arms.

But then she smiled, a happy, contented smile, and Kirsty leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her son’s lips.

“Hello, my little lover!” She whispered in his ear.

“I love you, Mommy!”

“I love you too, honey!”

Kirsty straightened up and moved herself away from her son. Wayne reached out and tried to pull his mother back into his arms.

“Oh my God!” Kirsty shouted as she looked down at her watch, “It’s already 2:00 and the National Guard will be here any minute!”

“Oh, forget it!” Wayne complained, “Can’t we just do it again real quick?”

“No!” Kirsty sat up, emphatically.

Wayne couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s breasts, which trembled and jiggled and shook; the huge areolas on them and the two big dark colored tits swayed in the air.

“So can I have some more milk?”

“Let’s just get everything in order and see what happens.”

Wayne jumped up at once, and then began to juggle between the camp house and the Jeep outside the door for a full hour, and at last everything was all in order. Returning to the house, he saw his mother standing at the sink with her back to him.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Wayne asked as he walked up behind his mother.

“Oh, I was just preparing some snacks.” Kirst replied, turning around.

Wayne then saw that his mother’s shirt was completely open and couldn’t help but smile happily. Her huge, beautiful breasts jutted out heavily in front of her, and swayed slightly in a tantalizing manner, as if they were extending an invitation.

“Baby, want some?” The heavenly voice of his mother came to his ears.

Wayne’s bent down and quickly found a huge swollen nipple and began to suck on it. Clamping his lips around that nipple, the tip of his tongue teased the sensitive point protruding from it, and within moments, the breast began to flow with the purest, richest milk in the world.

Wayne desperately slurped and ate until his milk slowly dried up. Quickly spitting the nipple out of his mouth, he turned in search of another that, but that’s when his mother pushed him away.

“I’m sorry baby.” She told her son, “But I have to save some for Mary oh.”

Though extremely disappointed, Wayne could only cup the two large, drooping tits and lovingly fondle and rub them, before darting a kiss on each of the two swollen, high nipples.

“But,” said Kirsty, looking down lovingly at her son, with a sudden sly smile, “I would like some of your milk, however.”

“What …… what, what did you say?” Wayne’s face brushed red and his mouth gibbered at a loss for words.

“I said, I want to eat my son’s big cock.” Kirsty bent her legs and knelt in front of her son, smiling badly.

“God, Mommy! That’s so embarrassing!” Wayne blushed even more and looked down at his mother in disbelief.

“Oh, don’t pretend, baby, that big cock of yours is waiting for you.” Kirstie laughed as she unbuckled and unbuttoned her son’s pants.

Wayne looked at his mother in shock, and she looked back at him with her head held high as she quickly and skillfully ripped her pants and panties down together, only to see the thick, growing cock pop out with a loud pop.

“God, I can’t believe how big it is when it’s not angry!” She groaned.

Kirsty glanced up at her son flirtatiously, clutched the huge length of his rod in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and took the large purple glans on top into her mouth in one gulp. Alternating hands rubbed the rod up and down rapidly, while the tip of her tongue nimbly roamed around the lower edge of the glans’ crown, and suddenly flicked over the horse’s eye.

Soon, Wayne’s cock was once again raging.

Kirsty swallowed her son’s ever-expanding rod inch by inch into her mouth, and with one free hand lovingly stroked the two fleshy globes dangling at the lower end of the rod. Wayne couldn’t believe what was happening in front of his eyes, his mother was now on her knees in front of him, eating half of his eleven-inch-long cock into her mouth! Despite the fact that he had cum more last night and today than he had in the last six months combined, he could now feel his scrotum beginning to twitch and contract as his minister prays for another violent eruption.

“Oh, Mommy!” Wayne made a gurgling sound in his throat as his mother began to nibble on the glans.

Just then, Wayne vaguely heard the whoop-whoop-whoop sound of helicopter wings in the distance, which must have been the National Guard that had come to their rescue.

At this point Kirstie was rubbing and squeezing the pouch slightly harder with the long sharp nails on one hand while the other hand was sliding faster on the rod while the tip of her tongue swept back and forth rapidly over the already furious one eye.

Wayne could feel the semen in his scrotum starting to boil.

He couldn’t support it for much longer, but he just didn’t know if he’d be able to break out before the helicopters that were flying towards them.

Suddenly, his mother stuck a finger up Wayne’s ass, and he felt the volcano finally erupt.

“Watch out, mom …… I’m …… coming …… here …… ” Wayne growled loudly as his angry cock stormed his mother’s mouth.

Not only did Kirsty swallow all of her son’s hot, rolling cum without hesitation, but she continued to take in the still firm cock, sipping and sucking vigorously on the wide-open horse’s eye. At this point, the sound of the helicopter became louder and louder.

Finally, as the helicopter made a loud wing noise that reverberated throughout the campground, Wayne’s lava finally tapered off. Kirsty leaned back, letting her large, semi-soft cock slide out of her mouth. A thick white liquid spilled from the side of his mouth as his mother looked flirtatiously at her son, while Wayne immediately reached out to help his mother to her feet.

“It tastes great!” Kirsty said with a sly grin.

They quickly put on their pants and buttons separately. When everything was dressed, Kirst took his son’s hand and walked together to the porch.

Looking up at the helicopter hovering overhead, Kirsty saw two Guard soldiers poking their heads out to search below.

“Are you guys okay?” That’s when someone was heard asking through the helicopter’s loudspeaker.

Glancing at each other, mother and son smiled knowingly.

The moment his mother looked at him, Wayne noticed that she darted out her tiny pink tongue and licked back into her mouth the drop of cum that was hanging there, and at the same time saw that she made a wink at herself and scraped her fingernails on the palm of her hand. Wayne was so teased by this series of his mother’s actions that he just felt as if his big cock in his crotch had been touched by a strong electric shock, and he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Wayne grinned at his mother while raising his right hand and waving at the helicopter to show that they were all safe. Holding hands, they waited for the helicopter to land.

What does that mean? Does it mean that the mother will reconsider her ultimatum? When they return to civilization, will they continue to be lovers? Where is their future? What will become of them? Who knows?

Time will tell, Wayne thought.