Dirty Moms

Longest Summer

A big Maine cottage on Long Lake was rented for three months by my mom and her new lover. With Dad's death three years ago, Mom has been unemployed. Tom, her new fiancé, is independently rich and intends to visit her mother on weekends. Being my final summer before beginning college in the autumn, I had a wonderful time.
My mother's infidelity troubled me at first, but once I gave it some thought, I could see how she might have loved Dad and still needed a man. To them, it's just moving on. Simply said, I'm horny and in the mood for a fuck.
In many ways, I am the same. I summoned Cindy Louise to pay me a weekend visit since I hadn't gotten laid for a few weeks. Initially, my mother was distressed to hear that I had asked Cindy over. Not so much did she want Cindy to never see her with Tom, but rather she wanted me to f*ck with the adoptive child of her sister. What the heck is going on, though? It seems like everyone is doing it. Just one more thing: before he started banging on Mom, Tom dated my aunt Carol. It seemed like Aunt Carol had no idea that Tom was now having an affair with my mom.
We were still chatting about finalizing the sleeping arrangements for the week as we approached Wednesday night. A downstairs bedroom and an upstairs bedroom comprised the three bedrooms in the cabin. Mom proposed that Tom and she remain on the upper floor while Cindy and I take the lower floor. Since Cindy might be a bit rowdy at times, I had no problem with this.
My mom wanted me to accompany her on a stroll, so I agreed that I'd do it. Despite my concerns about safety, I consented to accompany them since this slumbering summer town was only now beginning to stir. We strolled past the small shopping center. After you turn north at the highway, cross the bridge, and you'll be right in the middle of town. We paused for a drink at the open-air motel. We were joined at the pub by another couple, as well as a solitary individual who harbored feelings for Mom.
My mother is a stunningly beautiful woman for 42 years of age; she is tall, thin, has nice-sized knockers, and killer legs. Long, dark hair frames a lovely face. A few gray hairs could be made out among the black ones if one looked closely.
Her wide mouth and rich crimson lipstick stand out against her fair winter complexion. As I observed the towering stranger observing Mom, he did the same. To our left, nevertheless, were a man and a young, attractive female. At first glance, I mistook them for a couple, but while hearing their conversation, I realized they were actually a father and daughter. Just then, I turned around to see a lovely young woman staring back at me. She returned my smile. A commanding voice abruptly diverted my attention to the lone man standing across the bar as I considered how to find out who she was. "Hey everyone, could I order a round of drinks for the bartender?
"Of course not," his mother said to him with a smile. The Wilson family is here. This is Britny, my son. My name is Gloria.
The man opposite our mother introduced himself as Milord and added, "Well, we are the Kirby's. This is my daughter, Katrina. I am standing here." The towering stranger then turned around and stood between our mother and the other pair.
"Hello, my name is Cartwright Jones. We have all spun around to face him. "I suppose there is no need to check IDs tonight since this is a closed and private party," he replied to the girl before continuing, "Let me welcome you all to my hotel. As my first guest for the summer, the next round is on the house."
The group chuckled. As soon as the music started, Cartwright extended a hand to his mother, who graciously accepted his invitation to dance. I kept a careful eye on my mom for some reason. Her movements were deliberate and elegant, exuding an air of seductiveness befitting a goddess strutting her stuff. I couldn't help but stare at her tense posterior and hips. As she danced, her shorts allowed her to move freely within them, despite their snug fit. I knew my not-too-loose cutoffs were showing that I was being too hard on myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Katrina, the girl, approached and asked, "Do you dance?" We twirled onto the dance floor as I jumped off the bar, straightened up, and held her in my arms.
Instead of spending time with her, her father was more concerned with drinking. The four dancers reacted with mirth and movement. We all had a couple too many drinks throughout the following few hours.
Cartwright locked the bar and bid farewell to the bartender. After the second dance, I proposed that we end the night because Mother was getting pretty drunk. Cartwright promised to arrange for a ride home for Milford when he was severely injured. We needed the fresh air, so I told my mom we could just walk the short distance. After saying our goodbyes and hugs, we all agreed to see each other again.
Before Mother began to seriously stutter, we managed to cross the bridge. I gathered her close and cradled her in my arms. To my amusement, I had never witnessed my mother intoxicated before. She leaned up close, her arm over my waist. Her low-cut jersey top was revealing too much of her breasts. She was able to flaunt her ample bosom thanks to her half bra. The time has come for me to get a close look at my mother's lovely, firm breasts. I knew my mom was a beautiful woman, but this was shocking. In the dim light, I peered at her bust and found it quite alluring. I reached under her arm and grabbed her tit as she leaned on me more. Seeing me, she grinned. I gathered her into my arms and carried her the remaining distance because she was about to pass out at any second.
There was a major problem. I was becoming increasingly aroused. By the time I escorted her to her bedroom, my cock was pulsating uncontrollably. After placing her on the bed, I remained standing over my mother's lifeless corpse. I was absolutely thrilled to the point of insanity. I had her sit down, and then I took off her shirt, bra, and everything. Her tits were stunning, with the most exquisite form and curve. A divine pair of tits is what God desires.
I undid her pants and shorts in one swift stroke after letting her tumble back onto the bed. I savored every curve and dip as I stared at her nudeness. In order to cover up her bikini, she got her hair cut short. Her mound was partially concealed by a shadowy area. I let my gaze to wander over her figure. I noticed the small scars near her ribs, hidden beneath her tits, at that moment. My mom got breast implants. Out loud, I laughed. They looked great, of course. I reached out and touched each one. Like Cindy Louise's, they were unyielding. Cindy had smaller tits than my mother, but they weren't quite as firm, I'll concede.
Just standing there was making me very aroused. I undid my shorts and jerked on my cock while standing over my mother. Mother let out a low growl and rolled her eyes, but she remained motionless. She raised an arm to her head. I reached out and touched her hand on my member.
I could not believe it as his long, slim fingers curled over my cock, and she smiled. I crouched down, bringing my member dangerously near to hers. For what I was doing, I was completely insane, yet I persisted nevertheless. I continued to bend over the bed until my arrogant head made contact with her lips. As soon as Mom loosened her jaw, my haughty head dipped below the horizon. My breath was taken away as I jerked. It astonished me to consider my cock in my mother's mouth; the thought sent chills down my spine. I shouted, "Oh my god," and ran over.
My body twitched wildly. Fucking cum splattered on her face and shoulders and into her mouth. I cummed and jerked like a jack rabbit. She was covered in thick splotches of a creamy white fluid. In order to get the last drops of milk out of my cock, I bring him to her mouth. She sucked the few droplets off my cock while licking her lips.
My energy levels were so low that I collapsed onto my bed after turning out the lights in my room and making my way downstairs. Even though I was quite ill, the sun was already risen when I woke up. I walked to the restroom after discarding the remainder of my garments. While attempting to direct a river into the bowel, one hand is firmly grasping the wall behind the toilet. It arrived mostly; a small portion landed on my feet. When I opened the shower door and got in, my eyes were still blurry from the fog and couldn't concentrate.
That was lightning fast. Already hot and flowing, the shower was ready to go. I snapped up my eyes and saw my mom standing there. I drew her close and kissed her passionately, since I was at a loss for words. Her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed into my arms. I gathered her close and cradled her in my arms. Whimpering and trembling, she uttered incoherent gibberish. I was so inebriated; I apolog