MILF Mommy Needs My Help


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I was in the bathroom, whacking off while watching some of my favorite porn on my I-pad–a hot MILF getting boned hard by a lucky young dude–when suddenly I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Benjie, are you in there?”
I tried to ignore it, but even with my earbuds in Mom’s voice intruded on my concentration as she continued to knock and call my name. Finally I yanked the buds out and shouted, “Mom! Will you give me a damn minute? I’m tryin’ to take a crap in here!”
I stuck my earbuds back in and went back to the video, where the lady was now wrapping her big fat titties around the dude’s dick and stroking it up and down. Oh yeah, my favorite part! I started jacking my dick again, but it was less than a minute before the bathroom door came busting open and Mom stormed in. I gaped up at her, too shocked to even cover myself.
“I knew it!” she hissed, pointing at my boner accusingly with the wire hanger she had used to pop the lock on the door. “I knew you were in here jerking off!”
“Mom, get out!” I shrieked, slapping the I-pad down to try to hide my junk.
“I need to talk to you,” she insisted.
“Can’t it fucking wait?” I blurted angrily.
“No, it cannot fucking wait,” she retorted as she closed and relocked the door. She came over and pulled the buds out of my ears, then sat on the edge of the tub, facing me. “I don’t want you doing…this…anymore,” she said, gesturing vaguely toward my barely hidden dick.
“What, you don’t want me to go to the bathroom? People have to poop you know!” I bluffed indignantly.
“Benjamin, I saw what you were doing!”
“I wasn’t doing anything!” I insisted.
“Oh no? Well then, what’s this?” she demanded, snatching my I-pad and holding it up triumphantly to show the video that was still playing–the hot MILf now getting fucked doggy-style.
I felt my face turning even more red with embarrassment as I quickly covered my rapidly shrinking dick with my hands. I looked back and forth from the porn to Mom’s waiting face. “Okay! I was jacking off, so fucking what? People do that, too!” I finally screamed.
Now that I had admitted it, she seemed to be at a bit of a loss. “Well, I… I’m not saying you shouldn’t do it… I’m saying don’t do it. I mean, it’s normal to do it–I know people do it. What I’m saying is, you don’t have to… I don’t want you to… I mean, I want… I need…”
“Jesus, Mom, what the fuck do you want?”
She took a deep breath. “A fuck is exactly what I want,” she blurted.
I stared at her, uncomprehending.
“I want… I need your cum,” she continued.
I blinked at her. Surely I had heard wrong. “Huh?” I muttered dumbly.
“Benjie, honey. You know your stepfather has been trying to get me pregnant, right?”
“No!” I blurted–why the fuck would I know that?
“Well, he has,” she continued. “We’ve been fucking like rabbits, but it just isn’t happening. I know my stuff works, obviously…” she waved a hand at me as her proof. “So I had his sperm tested.” She shook her head. “He’s shooting blanks.”
“So? What’s that got to do with me? Just tell him his shit’s no good.”
“Oh no, I can’t do that! He really wants a baby. Plus, he’s already got self-esteem issues because his cock is so small. If I tell him he can’t get me pregnant? Uh-uh–he might fucking kill himself! Or leave me…”
Well, he was a rich bastard. We certainly wouldn’t want that…
“So I want you to fuck me. I need your cum to get me knock-knock.”
I stared at her in disbelief, wondering if this was some sort of joke. I could see by the earnest, almost pleading look on her face–it wasn’t. “Jesus Christ, Mom, I can’t fuck my own mother!” I exclaimed.
“Oh come on, Son! I’ve seen the way you look at me–the way you stare at my tits when I’m not wearing a bra. I’ve seen the bulge you get in your pants. Seen you disappear into the bathroom–I know you’re in here jerking off!”
It was only then that I took notice of how she was dressed, or not dressed. She was wearing her white satin robe, which was short enough to show a lot of bare thigh. I could see how hard her nipples were under the thin material as she ran a finger down the middle, opening it enough to show me a healthy wedge of cleavage. I gulped and felt a stirring in my groin area.
“I’ve also seen your browser history,” she said, waving the I-pad at me with a knowing chuckle. “Whole lot of MILF and Mommy porn in there.”
My mind went blank, unable to formulate a response. All I could do was stare at her in silence with my mouth hanging open, my face burning with embarrassment.
“You do like the MILF’s, don’t you, Benjie? That’s what you jerk off to, MILF’s and Mommies?”
She was staring at me so intently, one eyebrow arched with a slight, teasing smile on her face. I finally nodded minutely.
“Well, Son…” She laid the I-pad aside and stood up. She untied the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor. “Isn’t your Mommy a MILF?”
Yes. Yes she was.
She stood before me, completely naked save for the feathery white wedges she always wore for house shoes.
I stared. I gaped. I feasted. I might have even drooled.
Mom was very pretty. 35 years old, maybe 5’8″ and a very curvy 150 pounds. She had shoulder-length curly hair dyed golden blonde, bright green eyes, and an all-over tan. Her tits were big, hanging full and round with wide brown aureolae. Each fat nipple was pierced with a silver hoop. There was a tattoo of a hummingbird on her left tit, it’s long beak aiming for the nip like it was a flower. A dangly piece of silver jewelry hung from the pierced bellybutton on her soft tan tummy. Her waist was fairly thin and her hips curved out widely. There were flowers tattooed across her lower belly, covering the c-section scar that I came from, and another pair of hummingbirds flying up from below, framing a completely bare pussy that featured another piercing–a curved silver barbell through her prominent pink clit. Her legs were long, with thick brown thighs and muscular calves. More dainty flowers graced her left ankle.
Definitely a MILF.
I finally lifted my eyes to see her grinning triumphantly down at me.
“I see one part of you that likes what he sees.”
I looked down. My dick had grown hard again, too big to adequately hide with my hands. Mom dropped to her knees and pulled my hands away. Now it was her turn to stare. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at my full-blown glory.
“I just knew you had a big cock when I saw the bulge in your pants!” she breathed. “Just like your father.”
“But old Bob doesn’t?” I asked, referring to my step-dad.
She looked up at me and made a pouty face as she shook her head, holding up a pinkie finger. “Poor guy,” she said.
“Poor Mom,” I chuckled. She had been married to him for over two years now.
Another mock sad face, then she gingerly wrapped her hand around my hard dick. A little shudder went through her body as she sucked air between her clenched teeth. Then she looked back up at me.
“So, am I?”
“What, poor?” I asked, finding it hard to think of anything but her warm hand on my dick.
“No, a MILF,” she said. “Am I as hot as those women you watch? I know you like the ones with big tits. I’ve got big tits…” She lifted my hands and put them on her chest. “Well, Benjie? Am I a ‘Mom you’d like to fuck’?”
I groaned, unconsciously squeezing those giant melons as I closed my eyes.
“You’re 17 now,” Mom continued in a sultry voice. “Have you had sex yet?”
Eyes squeezed tight, I nodded. “Couple of times,” I croaked.
“So what feels better–a hot wet pussy, or your own hand?”
I finally opened my eyes and gave her a look that said she already knew the answer to that.
She smiled. “So it’s a win-win-win,” she said. “Bobby gets a baby, you get a willing pussy to cum in–whenever you want!–and I…” she leaned down and ran her wet tongue along the entire underside of my dick, from my balls to the very tip, “…get to experience a big cock again!”
That was it! With a growl of lust, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth onto my aching bone. Mom made a sound deep in her throat that was half laugh, half moan as she immediately began sucking enthusiastically. I held her head and thrust my dick in and out of her mouth to the alternating sounds of her slurping and gagging. I was about 5 pumps away from jizzing in her mouth by the time she managed to pull off and let my wet dick slide up her cheek.
“Easy, Son,” she grinned up at me, holding my twitching bone still against her face. “Much as I’d love to taste that cum, my mouth is not where I need it!”
I released her head and sat back, taking a deep breath to calm my lust. As she raised up, I reached out to pinch both silver rings and pull her forward by the nipples ’til my stiff dick was nestled between her tits. “Fuck me with them big titties,” I commanded.
Mom chuckled throatily as she squeezed them together, encasing my dick in soft, pliable breast-meat. “So you do like mine as much as those porn ladies?” she teased.
I groaned again as she slowly stroked her fat titties up and down on my dick. “Shit, Mom, you’re way hotter than any of those bitches.”
She giggled at the compliment. “So are you ready to fuck me? Have I convinced you?”
“Convinced me?” I snorted derisively. “Hell, I knew I was gonna fuck you as soon as you dropped that robe–Now get down on all fours!”
She squealed excitedly as I roughly shoved her to the floor. She quickly spun around and got on her hands and knees, arching her back to present her ass to me. She had a tramp stamp on her lower back–a flower just above her ass crack flanked by two stylized hummingbirds–no color on this one like the others, just a faded blue outline. I had known about these birds of course, had seen them many times, had seen flashes of the one on her tit, but had known nothing about the ones on either side of her pussy. I guess she really liked hummingbirds.
I also had never seen the tattoo on her right ass cheek–the cartoon head of a girlish looking dog, panting and salivating with its tongue hanging out. It seemed to be grinning lewdly. The words ‘BITCH NEEDS A BONE’ were scrawled crudely beneath it.
“Bitch needs a bone?” I chuckled, running a finger over the tattoo.
“Oh God, I’ve got to get that removed,” she muttered. She looked back at me, grinning abashedly. “My first tattoo,” she explained. “Your father got me drunk… But at the moment, it’s pretty accurate–will you fuck me, now please?”
“God damn right!” I muttered, scrambling to get to her with my pants around my ankles.
I knelt behind her and grabbed hold of her wide, fleshy hips. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my dick and guided it to her waiting hole. She was so wet and ready, I sank it balls deep in a single thrust.
I ground my pelvis into her big round butt, forcing every millimeter of dick into her that I possibly could as she whimpered her approval. Moving my hands to her asscheeks, I pulled the globes apart, spreading her wide. I saw her puckered little brown butthole, and below that her creamy pussy stretched tightly around the base of my throbbing bone. God damn it felt good!
I slowly withdrew, watching her plentiful brown pussylips cling to my shaft, all the way out til the flared rim of my purple cockhead appeared. I stared as my dick, glistening with her juices, throbbed like never before. I paused there, listening to her beg me to put it back in. I had never felt so powerful in my life. Finally I pushed it back in, slowly.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming already,” Mom moaned breathlessly as I bottomed out again.
I watched in rapt fascination as her browneye repeatedly winked at me, her pelvic muscles spasming, rhythmically squeezing my dick. I had just made my mom orgasm.
“Oh God that’s so fucking good!” she moaned, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I’ve missed having a big cock inside me, stretching out my poor little pussy–Fuck me now, Son! Hard as you like! Hurt that pussy!”
Hearing that kind of talk out of my own mother whipped my passion into a white-hot fury. I felt like my head was going to explode, my heart was going to burst out of my chest, my dick was going to grow so big it would split her in two. I pulled all the way out, grabbed her waist and gritted my teeth, then rammed it into her so hard she would have been thrown face first across the floor if I hadn’t been gripping her so tightly that my fingers were turning white. She screamed. It was a good sound.
I immediately began fucking her as hard and fast as I could. My pelvis slapped against her meaty ass, making it jiggle like crazy. I was gone–grunting and sweating, lost in the glorious feel of mom’s slippery velvet vise of a vagina as I reamed it savagely. This was so different than the few teenage girls I had fucked so far, who were afraid to make a sound, or even move a muscle lest they get deemed a slut. Not only was this my mother, a fact that turned me on immensely, she was a mature woman who knew what she wanted and had no qualms letting me know she liked it. I fucked her even harder.
Mom, whimpering and moaning under the frenzied onslaught, lost her balance and fell to her elbows. Her head lolled, resting on her forearms as her fingers clawed desperately at the bathroom floor. Her big hanging tits swung wildly, the nipple rings clack-clack-clacking against the tiles.
At this rate it didn’t take long. After about 90 seconds of wild thrusting, I felt my balls tightening. “I’m gonna cum,” I groaned a warning.
Mom gasped out encouragement. “Oh yes, Son, yes! Cum in me! Fill up Mommy’s pussy with your cum!”
I threw my head back and roared, slamming my dick home a final time, deep inside her as my nut erupted. I held her tight against my groin as my dick pumped out gout after gout of hot, sperm-filled, baby-making cum.
Mom reached between her legs and frigged her big clit furiously, crying out another quick orgasm as I filled her with baby-batter.
We held that pose for a long while, leaning against each other, breathing heavily as we recovered from the intense boning. My dick slowly went soft inside her, but we were both reluctant to break the intimate linkage between our tingling, satiated sex organs.
Finally, though, the discomfort of my knees on the hard tile floor caused me to shift and I slipped out, eliciting a shiver through both our bodies. Mom whimpered and put her hand over her vacated pussy as she collapsed to the floor, rolling onto her side in a fetal position. She held herself, as if trying to hold my precious baby-making juice inside her as she smiled wearily up at me.
“Thank you, Son.”
I rested back on my haunches and wiped the sweat from my brow. “Do you think that did it?” I nodded toward her nether regions.
“Maybe,” she replied, but then grinned as she looked down at my spent, hanging dick. “But I think we’d better do this a whole lot more, just to make sure. It may even take months…”
We both grinned.
“Now remember,” she continued as she slowly uncurled and climbed to her feet, “no jerking off! Whenever you need to bust a nut, you come to me. This right here…” she pointed between her legs, “…is your new cum dump!”
I grinned as I looked at her freshly fucked pussy. “What if there’s people around? Like old Bob?”
“We should come up with a signal–we’ll slip away and fuck. Even if Bobby is around,” she promised, smiling at the thought.
“Okay, how about this?” I grinned back and held up a pinky.
“Oh you bad boy!” she laughed. “Okay, whenever you’re ready, give me the signal.”
She picked up her robe and slipped it on, kissed me on the forehead, then headed for the door. She turned back and smiled, held up her pinky and tapped it to her nose with a sly wink, then turned and walked out.