I slept soundly until the smell of coffee drifted into my bedroom and I realized my mother was no longer in bed. Her voice sounded the moment my alarm clock started ringing. What motherly precision!

“Come on, honey, time to get your ass in gear.” Her familiar command sounded from the hallway, then she added, “And such a handsome young ass.”

With my morning wood jutting out to meet the day, I dragged my body out of bed, stinking of stale sex funk, rubbing my eyes as my feet rubbed across the shag carpet. I didn’t even bother to put on my shorts as I plodded down the hallway with my hardness bobbing through the living room into the kitchen. 

My mother was perched on a barstool reading the morning paper, sipping her coffee. From the look and smell of her, Mom had just stepped out of the shower. Instead of the usual green terrycloth robe, she was wrapped in an orange bath towel, which barely concealed her breasts, and failed to cover her sweet, round ass. Her wet, newly washed hair was wrapped up in a second, smaller towel.

“Oh, dear,” Mom arched an eyebrow when she caught sight of her disheveled son. She wrinkled her nose, indicating I didn’t smell too pleasant, either. “Don’t you dare go to school like that! You're likely to get sent home.”

I was still in the process of collecting my thoughts, resenting the harsh intrusion of the morning sun blazing in my eyes, and didn’t respond.

I poured a tumblerful of coffee, adding sugar and milk until it was a light brown color. I slid my bare ass up on the barstool next to my mother. My cock had no manners, pointing straight up like a compass seeking the North Pole. Mom smirked.

“Damn, son, doesn’t that thing ever rest?” She reached out and patted my cheek, smiling and gazing into my eyes. I kissed her hand, rubbing my sleep-worn face against her palm.

“So you’re not coming home after school, right?” Mom folded the newspaper. “You have that sleepover at Mike’s?”

“Yes, Mom,” my voice croaked, surprising even me. She chuckled, sipping her coffee. I noticed a hint of areola peeking out from the top of her towel.

“I really wore you out last night, huh?” She placed her hand on my thigh, gazing down at my crusty, well-worn tool. “Still, it looks like your friend’s up for more action.” With her matter-of-fact tone of voice, she could’ve been discussing my math grades.

“Yeah, I guess.” I poked it with a couple of fingers, making it bob up and down like a boat in a storm. Mom shook her head.

“My perpetually horny son.” Mom finished her coffee, then slid off the barstool, walking to the sink. She rinsed the cup and, realizing the dish soap dispenser was empty, bent over to find more in the cabinet under the sink.

She remained bent over for several moments, her body flexing as she dug around inside the cabinet, looking for the soap. I realized the towel wasn't much good at concealing her body, since she was now exposed from the waist down. Taking a sip of coffee, I focused on her bare ass and observed that her full, thick pussy lips looked exactly like a juicy Quarter Pounder turned on its side. My cock noticed, too, and that now-familiar desire flared up unexpectedly. In my dissipated condition, I couldn't believe I needed to fuck again.

“Goddammit.” Mom’s voice sounded from inside the cabinet. “I forgot to buy more dishwashing soap.”

Seriously? How long does it take you to dig through the cabinet? Jesus, I wish she would stand up and stop this tease.

I wasn’t sure if Mom was aware of how she was wearing me down, displaying herself like that. The vision of her naked ass and bulging pussy lips spurred me to my feet. I should’ve been hesitant, but dammit, she was making me crazy! As she pulled her head out of the cabinet, I boldly walked up behind her and gripped her waist. My shaft slid up between her legs.

“Oh!” was all she said, locking her hands down on the rim of the sink as I entered her, my cock sliding effortlessly into her wet pussy from behind. Obviously, she was ready, too, as wet as she was. There was no resistance.

No words were spoken as I immediately started pounding away. Mom whimpered, gasped, and writhed against my spontaneous onslaught. Her towel fell away as our bodies again collided. Panting and grunting, my thrusts accelerated. Mom sensed I was about to come.

“Goddamn it, son, fuck me…fuck me!” Her voice rasped, breaking the silence. “Come inside me and I’ll keep it for the rest of the day! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

That’s all it took. In spite of my numb morning wood, her lust-filled voice pushed me over the edge.

“Aggghhhh…” I growled. “GodDAMN!!!”

I shuddered out another orgasm, injecting gobs of fresh semen into her quivering body. Mom’s pussy gripped and released my cock repeatedly as she joined me in coming, milking every last drop of ejaculate from my shaft as the last climactic spasms subsided. She didn’t utter a word.

After writhing against her body for a moment, taking the last remnants of pleasure I could, my spent cock slipped out of her pussy and I backed away, still trying to comprehend what I had done. The sudden passion, the fact that I took my mother and completed the deed in less than a minute, startled me. What had I done? I was soon to find out.

Mom turned around, her face serious. I noticed her brow scrunched up, eyes dark. Taken aback by her sudden mood change, I didn’t have time to open my mouth. Like a flash of lightning, she reached out and slapped my face.

I yelped at the sudden assault, my cheek stinging as I backed against the counter. Two steps and she loomed in front of me, totally nude, staring me down. 

“WHY did you do that?” Her voice thundered, filling the room.

What the fuck? I didn’t know what to say, I was practically in shock.

 “You ASK before ravishing your mother!” she growled, her finger poking my shoulder several times in the same spot, making it as sore as my cheek. Her pointed breasts quivered with rage. “Goddammit, you fucking ASK MY PERMISSION!”

“Mama, no, please…” I was on the verge of tears, trembling at this sudden turn in her demeanor. “I’m so sorry.” I didn’t understand. She was wet and ready! Mom let me in and came with me!

“You goddamn better be sorry, little boy.” I could feel her hot breath on my face.

“I’ll never do that again. I just…I…” Words failed me.

By now, Mom had me pressed up against the counter, her face an inch from mine, her breasts pressing against my chest.

“So,” Mom whispered, eyes boring into my soul. “You think you can just take your mother like that, huh?” Her hands gripped the edge of the patterned Formica countertop. It was like she was surrounding me.

“Uh…uh…no, Mom!” I pulled my head back as she invaded me completely. “I just…I…”

“Uh…uh…” Mom sneered in a mocking tone. “You just what?”

I focused on finding coherent words. The fact that she let me fuck her and came with me wouldn’t leave my mind, and now this? I had to break away from her gaze and stare down at her cleavage to speak. Immediately, she took my chin and lifted my face back up to meet her eyes.

"I'm up here, son, not down there." The few seconds of silence that followed seemed like hours. I forced myself to part my lips.

“You…you…you’re so beautiful, Mom.” I didn’t know what else to say, but I kept speaking, trying to dissipate the situation. “I just get so horny when I see you, especially like this. I didn’t know it would make you mad.”

“Well, it did.” Her voice lost some of its edge. She backed up an inch, and only an inch. “You try that shit in college and you may get slapped with an assault charge.”

I stared at a dark speck, an imperfection in the hazel of her eyes. 

“And if that happens, I will descend on you like Hell’s furies, understand?”

“Yes…yes, ma’am.”

“You BETTER fucking understand.” She released my chin and took a couple of steps back, looking down at – guess what? – my bobbing erection. Even I couldn’t believe that thing was ready for more action.

Mom rolled her eyes, snorting and shaking her head, then she turned around and shocked me even more. Once again, leaning over the sink, she assumed the position.

“You want to take me again? You ask permission.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. My brain froze, failing to process all that had gone on in the last five minutes. She repeated herself, only louder.

“Well? Answer me! Do you want to fuck your mother?”

“I…no…I…” she cut me off.

“Maybe sometimes Mama wants to be ravished, to be taken against her will.”

What the fuck is she saying? Desperate to please my mother, I started to reach out and grasp her waist, realizing my hands were trembling violently. The moment I touched her skin, she slapped me away.

“If you want to ravish your mother, ASK PERMISSION!”

I could’ve just walked away, but it wouldn’t have resolved the situation, so I responded.

“Mama.” I sounded like a frightened child. “May I fuck you?” 

“Say it again.”

“May I fuck you, Mom?”

“Yes…yes,” she nodded her head, reaching up to pull the towel from her hair. She tossed her head back and forth as her matted, wet tresses fell around her bare shoulders. “I give you permission to fuck me now.”

She didn’t resist when I once again gripped her waist. 

“Yes, that’s it,” she lowered her voice as I pushed inside her. “Fuck your mother.” Mom was referring to herself in the third person, so I assumed she was going into her mindscape, watching herself in the action. My cock was numb as I started pounding away, but in time, I began to feel her pussy again gripping me like an oily velvet glove.

“Sometimes Mama needs it rough,” she muttered into the sink.

Rough? Wow! I tried not to analyze too much at that moment, but to concentrate on pleasing my mother and, yes, to come yet again inside her.

“Yes, Mama,” I said, my hips undulating against her.

No surprise, it took a little time for me to find a groove, to acquire a decent rhythm as I fucked away. Soon, though, slapping noises echoed off the kitchen walls, but my cock wasn’t quite so fast to respond. While I could feel the continued gripping and relaxing of her pussy, an orgasm was nowhere to be found for me. No surprise, after what I’d just been through.

I pounded Mom for several minutes, working up a sweat. I noticed her skin had become flushed, glistening with perspiration. My mother was getting impatient.

“Well?” she finally asked, her voice stern. “Aren’t you going to come?”

I wasn’t accustomed to Mom’s new, tough version of intercourse.

“I’m trying, Mama,” I panted, mechanically pumping away against her ass. “I’m trying.”

“Dammit, son, I don’t have any time left,” she scolded. “I have to get to work, and you to school, so finish it already!”

My brain and body focused on nothing but coming inside her again. Was she going crazy, or did my impromptu coupling unlock a dark, secret desire in her body and soul that had been lurking there all along? Gasping for air, I ramped up my thrusting. She responded with a heavy sigh, her head dipping below her shoulders to rest on the counter.

“Fucking shit I have to deal with,” she muttered.

As I stared at the flowered, yellow wallpaper, I thought of Mike, Mrs. Arden, and the afterschool sleepover. The image of Mike fucking his mother, and sucking her lactating tits, haunted me. Damn, I wanted to suck my mother’s tits and get milk! As I pounded Mom, I made a promise to myself to get her lactating again. We could nurse and fuck every day, just like Mike and his mom.

That was what pushed me over the edge.

“Mom, I’m going to come,” I grunted breathlessly. The sensation in my cock had reached a critical mass and was about to burst. Mom responded in kind.

“Yes, baby…yes!” She encouraged me. “Come inside me! Take your mother to orgasm. Take me against my will like a sinful slut. I deserve it!” Her demeanor was changing somewhat.

I clenched my teeth, growling as the orgasm took me, injecting another load into her body as she writhed against me in response. I felt her ass cheeks clenching repeatedly, again milking my cock as she yelped out her own orgasm.

“Yes, baby,” Mom said with lust in her voice. “Yes, my love, give me all of your seed. Fill me with your cum, angel boy.” Old Mom was returning.

“Yes, Mama.” I closed my eyes, lost in bliss. Mom’s new kink boggled my mind, but I was determined to keep pace with it. As my punished cock once again slipped from her ass, she murmured.

“Nothing like being ravished by your own son.”

I leaned against the opposite counter, trying to catch my breath. My mind reeled from confusion and conflicting emotions.

“Mom, I don’t understand. What just happened? Is that what loving people do to each other?”

Slowly, she stood upright, turning to face me.

“It’s okay, son. In this case, it’s okay to do that.” She reached out, gently this time, and cupped my cheek, the same one she’d slapped only a few minutes before. “But remember, you don’t do that with a woman unless she wants you to, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I noticed her eyes had lost their hardness.

Mom took me in her arms, drawing my naked body against hers. Cushioned by her bare breasts, I rested my head on her shoulder, returning the embrace, as we held each other in the morning sunlight. Mom broke the moment.

“Son, I’m sorry.” She kissed my cheek, one of her hands reaching down to rub my ass. “I haven’t had a sex life for longer than I can remember, and you may discover your old bag of a mother has a few secrets hidden inside.”

“Mom, you don’t have to apologize,” I whispered into her damp hair. “I made a mistake and I’ll never do that again.”

“I like being fucked from behind, especially when it’s rough and I don’t expect it. However, it’s complicated. I won’t lie to you. We’re going to hit some bumps along the way, but we’ll address them and work them out, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oops!” Mom jumped. She cupped her hand between her thighs, clumsily taking a few steps back, smiling at me. “Nothing like having your son’s cum dripping out of your pussy.”

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

“Well, it’s nothing new.” Mom grabbed a paper towel and plugged herself. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dribbled your semen into my panties this week. It’s getting to be routine.” She retrieved the towels from the floor and countertop. “And it’s nice to be sitting there, at work, during a court case, watching all the serious faces and serious voices, knowing your son’s cum is deep inside your body.”

“I’ll keep you topped off, Mom,” I teased.

"Naughty!" The look on her face was priceless as she reached out to tug one of my nipples, then patted my shoulder. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." She glanced at the wall clock. “Oh, Jesus! We have to get going!”

I showered off in record time. When I returned to the kitchen, fully dressed and carrying a small duffel bag with a change of clothes for the sleepover, Mom was on the phone, getting ready to bolt out the door.

“Yes, I’ll be a little late this morning,” she spoke into the mouthpiece. “I’m sorry. Flat tire. Thank goodness it was still in the garage.” She placed the handset back in its cradle.

“I already called the school and told them you’d be late.” She adjusted her dress, then primped her hair one more time. “And take your fucking time, please! I don’t want you getting into an accident rushing to school.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I kissed her one more time, inhaling her perfume and hairspray. 

“Guess I’ll see you Saturday, or whenever?” Her voice sounded a bit sad.

“I’ll see how it goes, Mom. Honestly, I’d like to spend the weekend with you, but I promised Mike.” It was true, at that moment, I had the choice between a weekend of sex with my mother, or fooling around with Mike, and maybe his mom. What incredible choices to have, I thought. Still, Mom had my heart.

“We have plenty of time, my love.” She hugged me. “Now I gotta go!”

In a flash, she disappeared out the door. By the time I got to the garage and straddled my Schwinn, her gold Nova had vanished, although I could still hear the rumbling of its V-8 motor as she gunned toward Mitchell Boulevard.

I fought to concentrate during all of my classes but remembered what Mom had told me. I had to maintain good grades, which would get me that scholarship, which would get me into college. During math class, Mrs. Nelson's tits looked like strangers to me, which helped me focus on that day’s lesson.

Mike and I exchanged glances between classes, and he managed to smile that shit-eating grin, hinting at what lie ahead at his house that evening. I pretty much slammed my textbook shut when the final bell sounded, making a few kids turn their heads to see what was up. I wanted to run to my bike and zoom to Mike's house but paced myself. I knew Mike had got out earlier than me, and would most likely be waiting for me at his house.

Take it slow. Take it easy. I muttered to myself as I walked calmly to the bike rack. There’s plenty of time. Don’t get greedy. My cock was having no part of this plan, and I had to adjust it before straddling my bicycle seat.

With care, I thoughtfully pedaled across town, trying...