Chapter 945 Fucking Susan ['Janek Lehmann'Sponsored]

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Upstairs, Alan ran down the hallway to Susan's master bedroom at the end of the hall. He could tell by the lights that she had to be in there (dozens of candles were lit all over the room, creating a warm and enchanting glow, much like the lighting when Alan had first fucked Amy).

He paused only a fraction of a second to confirm his guess that Susan would be lying naked on her large bed, and then shouted, "MOM!" and kept running on in. He literally threw himself on her, causing the whole bed to bounce and shake.

"Oh, Mom!"

"Oh, Son!"

That may have sounded corny, but there was no need to say any more. Their lips locked and an electric excitement tore through them as they kissed and groped each other with a deep passion.

In mid-kiss, he realized one small problem: in his hurry to get upstairs, he'd forgotten to take off any of his clothes. Susan was buck naked and ready to fuck, and his boner was already sticking through his shorts and lying on her bush. But it could become excruciatingly painful if he were to fuck through a zipper.

He shucked off his shoes, socks, and shorts, but didn't bother with his T-shirt for the moment. He was having a hard time getting his clothes off with his overly excited and fumbling hands. His dick was practically screaming at him: Let me cum already! And that was even before he got home. All the stroking hands and even Amy's mouth on his dick at the front door almost qualified as cruel and unusual torture for his desperate cock.

This break in kissing gave Susan a chance to speak. "Tiger," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection, "You've made me so happy. I love you so much. This is like a dream come true! I've been thinking of nothing else this whole weekend!"

"Me too, Mommy! Me too! It's been such torture!"

"Torture!" she agreed emphatically. "Pure torture!"

He gushed, "I love you, so, so very much that I can't even express it!"

"Later, Son, later! Talk later. It's time for you to put it in! Don't make me wait another second!"

They kissed again, like their lives depended on it.

Susan thrust her naked hips up at her son and left a small bit of wetness on his exposed erection.

Meanwhile, Alan grabbed his erection and brought it close to her slit. "Okay, Mom. Here it comes! God, isn't this intense? My hands are shaking so bad I can barely hold it!" He wasn't just saying that, either: the head of his engorged dick shook at her opening as though it was a vibrator.

"Don't worry. Relax," she said in a relatively calm tone while stroking her son's face, even though she was hardly relaxed herself. She opened her vagina with two fingers for him to invade. "You're doing fine. But put your big, fat, mommy-splitter in me now! Please!" For added effect, she rolled her hips so that her mons rubbed against the tip of his erection seductively.

That caused both of them to shiver even more.

He looked down so his trembling fingers could know their target. That helped and he pushed cockhead until it settled between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly. He thought, This is it! It's actually fucking really happening! I'M FUCKING MY MOM!

He shouted, "Here it is, Mommy! I'm coming in!"

She spread her legs as wide as she could. She looked forward to keeping them like that as an open invitation for him to fuck her as much as possible. "Do it, Son! Fast! I'm so wet from waiting that you can slide it in all the way! Fuck me hard and fast!" She couldn't believe how wet she was, considering that he'd hardly even touched her yet.

He pushed his painfully stiff erection in, and in one fluid motion it slid down her moist tunnel all the way to the hilt. He felt an intense shiver all over his body as he pushed it in her. "Oh yes! Mom, I've been waiting for you for so long! So long!"

"I know!" she cried. "So good! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me now!" Her whole body shook with excitement. The warmth of human skin felt a thousand times better than any of the cold dildos she had been using to quench her burning need.

"Did you just climax?" he asked, after he felt a particularly intense tremble beneath him. He hadn't actually started fucking yet - he still was adjusting to the fact that he was actually inside her.

"Fuck yeah! I came the second you touched me and twice more since! Fuck me, Son! Fuck me all night! FUCK ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Alan laughed, because he felt her cumming again.

But he still didn't start thrusting. From the moment he'd been dropped off by the scouting van until this moment, everything had been such a whirlwind of emotion that he hadn't had a chance to think coherently, he just reacted. But now, he stopped to savor the moment and fully, consciously, think about what he'd done and what he was about to do. Even as his body shook and his heart thumped wildly, his thoughts came with a strange calmness. I'm inside my mother. My dick. Is in. My mom! It's actually happening. This is not a dream. There's no turning back; I'm a true motherfucker.

Those ideas were so exciting that they sent a shiver down his spine, on top of all the other tingles and shivers he was feeling. But he could tell Susan was in no mood for contemplation. He'd been kept fairly busy on the trip back from hiking in California's Channel Islands and only had stolen moments to think about what would happen, but Susan had done little more all weekend than ruminate about what would happen, and she'd had more than enough of thinking. He could see it on her face: she wanted action. Specifically, she wanted the hardest, fastest, and deepest fuck he could give her.

The only problem was, he felt like he could cum any second. He said a little prayer, mostly to himself. Please let me hold out at least a little while. Let me give back just a little bit of all the incredible happiness she's given me. I love her so much! I've gotta do my best!

Then he pulled his hips back, and after a delightfully pregnant pause to savor the moment, thrust his cock back in. It was as if a dam suddenly broke, and within seconds he was pistoning in and out at a fast clip. But even more than going quickly, he made certain to pound her hard. He was in no mood for anything except a brutally straightforward and fast fuck. He slammed her hard into the bed. She had to grab the headboard as he propelled her backwards up the bed and into the wall. There was no way he could fuck her any harder without hurting her. With every deep thrust, he could feel the slightly spongy membrane of her cervix.

And with each hard, solid thrust, she gasped out loud in appreciation for her son's virility.

"YES!" she yelled, her eyes wide with pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking motherfucker! You're a fucking motherfucker! Ah! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes! Like that! Like that! So good! So hard! So hot! Fuck! YES! Aiiiiieeeee!" Susan screamed her head off.

He did too. Normally, he was pretty quiet during sex, but he let loose with incomprehensible grunts and moans that eventually turned into screams.

Less than five minutes after he had started fucking his mother, an unstoppable climax surged within him and then hit him with full force. His PC muscle could no more stop it than he could have stopped a tidal wave with his hands. It was a near miracle he'd lasted as long as he did, especially since she was cumming more or less continuously.

He held her tightly as he shot his wad deeply into her vagina. He'd always shot big loads, but this was the biggest load he'd ever unleashed, thanks to an entire weekend of abstinence and anticipation, not to mention the intensity of the moment.

Rope after rope fired from his throbbing boner until he almost began to laugh, because it seemed so completely improbable to have such a huge load. He practically flooded her entire vagina with his gooey seed. It began to obscenely squish and ooze out around his hard-on with each subtle spasm.

All the while, Susan's body shook as if she was having a seizure. Her body completely lifted off the bed and came slamming back down onto it again. She arched her back and clawed the air, and still the cum kept coming.

She was as incredulous about the size of his load as he was. She could feel the surge of each cum blast travel up her son's dick and explode out of his dick head. It seemed that he seared her pussy with his hot cum. The sensation radiated outwards and warmed her entire body.

She cried, "Fuck! Cum! So much! So much! Cum! Fuck! God! Fuck! Good! Too much cum! Oh no! God! Oh! FUUUUUCK!"

The high point of a climax is so intense that the French very aptly call an orgasm a "little death." But the peak is also typically very short, and often seems to be over as soon as it began. But not with this fuck. The peak of their mutual climax went on and on and on. Both of them lost all track of time. Time slowed down for them, as if their lives were flashing before their eyes.

The sensations were more than he could bear. The last thing he remembered was fighting the feeling that he was going to pass out. Then, he felt himself falling, and realized the peak was over and his body was slamming down onto his mother as if he was ending a push up exercise. He had completely lost all sense of self as he entered a very magical, transcendent state.

Then he fell on top of her with a hard thud. In fact, both them would have passed out had it not been for all the adrenaline pumping through them. For some time afterwards, their bodies continued to surge with energy even while their spirits were utterly exhausted. They just lay with each other, breathing heavily.

Eventually, he came to enough to lift his head a bit and look her in the eye.

She stared back from a few inches away with the deep and unconditional love that only a mother can give. They both smiled at each other.

He playfully rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose before he collapsed back down and rested his head above her shoulder.

There was more exhausted heavy breathing. Their bodies rose and fell together in perfect time. There really was no need to say anything, for they understood each other so well.

He stated the obvious, "Oh Mom! God... I'm really a motherfucker now. I've fucked you. I've really done it. So good." He dripped with sweat from just a few minutes of exertion.

He managed to lift his head enough to look her in the face, and saw tears streaming from her eyes. This greatly puzzled him, especially since she also was smiling from ear to ear. "Mommy, you're crying."

"They're tears of joy, Son. I've never been so happy in my life!"

That made him feel happy beyond description.

She thought to herself, So this is what real fucking is like. If he only knew, he'd be surprised to know he just deflowered his own virgin mother. Sure, I've had sex before, but that was with my sorry husband. That wasn't fucking. THIS was fucking! It's really like a completely new experience! Oh, and the love! I could feel his love pouring through me, and sense him enveloping me, holding me. I've never felt so loved!

She felt unable to put her profound feelings into words, and just turned her head and looked at him again, and smiled. They stayed like that for a while. Finally, exhaustion caused her head to loll to the other side and they broke eye contact.

As his mind began to clear more and more, he discovered to his surprise that his penis was actually semi-hard and still in the warm liquid world of his mother's vagina.

He lifted up enough to finally pull his T-shirt off. He looked at his green shirt and thought, That one goes in the T-shirt hall of fame: the shirt I fucked my mom in.

He decided to get up and get glasses of water for them both. But before he left the bed, he paused, and with a silly grin on his face, said, "Wham, bam, thank you, Mom."

She punched him lightly in the arm. "I'll bet you've been waiting weeks to say that."

"Months, actually." They both laughed.

He began to withdraw his penis as he moved to get up.

But she suddenly revived and grabbed him by his upper arms. "Tiger, please don't take it out. Don't leave me. Just fuck me more. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me until I die. Just fuck me!" With surprising strength, she pulled her son back on top of her sweaty body with so much force that he was helpless to resist her pull.

"Mommy. You... can't be serious. I have to rest. Catch my breath. I'm thirsty. Gonna get some water."

Alan and Susan still panted, though by now they were taking longer and slower breaths.

"No you don't," she told him firmly. She spoke in choppy sentences as she needed air too. "Don't take it out. I know you well. You're the great cunt tamer. You've just tamed your mother's cunt. And now it needs you! Do you realize I'm fully tamed now? That means so much to me! You're going to stay hard. So hard. Stay hard for your mother. Don't even take it out. Just keep pushing and it'll be hard. Stay hard. Fuck me now. Fuck me forever. Please! Take me, completely! Don't ever stop! Fuck your mother!"

Although their fuck was quite brief, especially by his recent standards, it was so intense he felt like he'd really just run a marathon. He couldn't imagine that he could possibly get hard again quickly, much less conjure up the energy to fuck again as soon as she wanted it.

In fact, he'd just been wondering how he'd even be able to stand up to get a drink. But his mother's words went straight past his brain and directly to his dick and motherfucking muscles. His body revived fairly quickly, but his mind only realized it after the fact. Oh my God! I'm hard again, and my hips are starting to thrust again! This is too much!