I enjoyed the way the water felt on my body, especially my new found balls, as I splayed my legs and let the water land on my crotch. I saw Mom watching, from the kitchen. I lay there, opening and closing my legs, until I was cooled down. When I was done and got up, she was gone from the window. Dripping wet, I sneaked back into the house. I wanted to surprise her. I was ready, felt ready, to take the initiative, even if she didn’t.
At first, I didn’t hear her in the house. “Maybe she’s taking a bath,” I thought. Then I heard a kind of whimper. I stopped, trying to hear where it came from, but I only heard the washer going. Then it came again, this time louder, like Mom was hurt or in pain. It came from the back, towards the porch. I stepped quickly now, closer, then heard Mom crying out, moans. I reached the wall to the wash room and peeked around.
At first I thought Mom was caught somehow, maybe her finger was stuck in the lid of the washer. She was leaning over the corner, almost lying on top. The washer was making lots of noise as it jiggled. Mom let out a yelp. That’s when I noticed how she kept spreading her legs, pressing herself against the corner of the washer.
“Oh… my… god…” she gasped. She held on tight as the machine continued to wiggle, spinning with a poorly balanced load. She was having a hard time holding herself up. Her knees kept buckling, causing her legs to spread wide. Then she reached behind and slipped her hand under her dress. I watched her fingers disappear between her legs. When she let out another moan, I knew what I needed to do, and what she wanted me to do.
With only three giant steps, I was behind her. When she felt me lift her dress, she was startled and looked over her shoulder. I pressed my body to hers. She looked frightened for a second, then turned forward, again, and buried her head in what I now recognized was my stained underwear. I let my fingers find her panties. I gave a quick yank, trying to pull them down. They tore away, removing my last barrier. I curved my hand up between her buttocks and plunged my fingers into her slippery, wet pussy.
And oh how wet it was! I had heard about this, but never imagined it would feel so good, fingers sliding into her, up a far as they could go. She gasped, jerked, moaned and sucked. I couldn’t to wait any more. I pulled out my hand, grabbed her hips, and pressed my engorged cock as close as I could get it. She responded by arching her butt back and up. My cock disappeared under her crotch. I started thrusting, but didn’t realize I wasn’t even in her cunt until she reached under, grabbed my dick and guided me up, at more of an angle, up even more, and then she stuffed my cock in, and I was sliding into her pussy.
I’ve never felt anything as satisfying, not in my whole life, nothing has even come close, to the warm, soft, feeling I had as I pressed my cock into my mother’s pussy.
“Oh, Johnny…” I heard her gurgle as I bashed into her, bashing her into the washer, bashing me into my orgasm…
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