Solace - S01 E22

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Solace - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

I wrenched my wrists out of her hands with a quick jerk, then grabbed her by the throat and pulled her off of me. I could see fear in her eyes as they briefly met mine, which was washed away by surprise as I hurled my mother to the bed and pounced on her. Now she was the one pinned by me, and a brief squirm told her she wasn’t going to escape. Still holding her by the neck I buried my face between her breasts and began nibbling. I was not gentle, but the gasps I could feel beneath my fingers told me my mother was enjoying it. Her tits heaved and on my cheeks I could feel her nipples growing hard. Reaching down I shoved my free hand past the hem of Mom’s skirt and roughly squeezed her cunt. Fresh juices oozed out around my fingers as I mashed her sodden panties into her slit. Mom’s pussy was warm and plump.

I hooked my index finger into the leghole of Mom’s underwear. Her aroused wet cunt yielded deliciously, but that wasn’t what I was there for. Yanking down I tore the garment from her body and tossed it across the room. Mom was already opening her legs to me, but just to show her how I felt I planted a knee between them and knocked them further apart. She was spread fully for me, hiking her skirt up leaving her womanhood totally exposed. It glistened and gaped, already flushed with arousal. Mom was panting like a bitch in heat, her eyes glassy. Her mouth hung open and tongue lolled as she stared at me, moaning and squirming and begging me with every movement for what was coming.

Her hands were already fumbling at my belt but I smacked them away and squeezed her throat slightly. She whimpered, but looked away from me in submission when I shot her a glance. It took me only a moment to get my pants off, and Mom’s gaze immediately went to the turgid rod hanging between my legs. Despite having literally just cum in my sister moments before, despite my cock being still covered in our crusted love-juices, I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life. The veins bulged up my length and the head pulsed angrily, weeping clear fluid from the tip. Grabbing my cock I placed it against Mom’s hole, holding her down the entire time to let her know this was me taking what I needed.

“Oh yes baby.” She croaked as my spongy head prodded her lips. I slid along her crease, coating my mushroom head in her copious juices. She panted as I grazed her clitoris, squirming in pleasure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for penetration. I lined myself up with my mother’s entrance, nestling between her parting lips. I only held it there for a second, one single moment of gentleness, before I slammed into her as hard as I could. Every barrier was now broken; I savagely rammed myself deep into the very hole from which I had been born. Mom writhed in delight, scraping her nails across my back. I gave her no time to adjust. No sooner was I in than I was jack-hammering her with a needful, violent force. There would be time later for holding each other, for whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as we made gentle, passionate love. For today, I was going to show her the unrelenting power of my need for her.

Mom moaned, driving my rutting frenzy into overdrive. Her pussy roiled and frothed, welcoming me home. Releasing my hold on Mom’s throat, I grabbed her hips and rotated her pelvis into a more convenient position. She could only relax her muscles as I bent her into position. Her body was my plaything. Mom screamed and cried and shot fluid from her unbelievably tight wet cunt as I used her. She was flushed with excitement as she writhed in ecstasy beneath me. Her nipples stood hard and pert on her chest as her vaginal walls clamped down on my manhood and massaged my cock. Holding onto my shoulders for dear life my mother turned her head and bit down her pillow. I keep slamming her in a deranged sexual fury.

It was a new sensation, being buried to the hilt in my moaning, wriggling mother. She was so much like my sister, and yet so different. Pussies really are wonderful that way. Despite the novelty of the experience for my member, however, my oral explorations meant I already knew Mom’s guts like the back of my hand. It took a few minutes of frenzied railing to adjust, but soon I was putting that knowledge to good use. I squatted over my mother and plunged into her. Manipulating her trembling, pliable body with my hands and combining that with the motion of my hips I was soon hitting her just where she wanted to be hit. They felt different on my penis than on my fingers and tongue, but the ripples, ridges, and folds of Mom interior were so familiar to me adjusting to the new input was easy. Mom cried and shuddered and screamed as I probed her depths, stimulated her g-spot, and stretched her out just the way she liked it.

As far as I knew the entire rest of the world ceased to exist. Mom’s tight, fuckable body was everything. The feeling of her soft skin under my hands was everything. The indescribable feeling of her hot wet cunt was everything. I lost all sense of time and place. The irresistible call of mating with my own mother took hold, and I gave myself over to it. I can only imagine how I must have looked to her. All higher brain function was gone as I turned into a mad, rutting ape. I grunted in pure animal delight every time I bottomed out in her, our lovejuices allowing me to slide in and out of her birth canal with ease. Like the rest of her body, Mom’s pussy offered me no resistance. It gave itself over to me, a frictionless mess of incestuous sex. Our need for each other was primal, almost ugly, and took hold of me like nothing else ever had.

“Oh god, yes, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Take me, make me yours!” Mom screamed deliriously. I could barely hear her over the sound of my cock stirring up her insides. Mom was still crying, but they were tears of pleasure now. I looked into her eyes. They were wild and bloodshot, the feral hunger animating her having been given free reign by our copulations. In them, I recognized the same madness that must be filling my own eyes. Her words coursed through my brain. The beast driving me was compelled by them: I needed to assert my mastery over every last part of her.