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I didn't assume that her pussy was still dripping wet from our fucking a few minutes before. She's as prissy as she is pretty, and she had probably rinsed the white globs of sperm from her while I was getting out of the restraints. I aimed the head of my well-oiled cock at her pussy and pushed forward. TOO HIGH! Or so I guessed from the failure to find a welcoming slit. My cock careened up the valley of her ass crack again. While it felt smooth and delightful, it wasn't my target. Mom gave a little snort, a mix of laughter and condescension. I removed my right hand from her ass and guided my rigid meat lower, then thrust forward again. From the warmth of parting flesh I could tell that I'd hit the mother lode of pussy. I thrust again, deep, and now she let out a tiny gasp. I could feel that her legs had gone rigid so that my thrusting wouldn't push her forward into the stove. She put her left hand on the left front edge of it, to steady herself. In her other hand she held a spatula.

As my cock head entered her wet dripping cunt, Mom didn't flinch. She set down the spatula, reached over and picked up the bowl of pancake batter, tilted it, and formed three perfect cakes on the griddle, then set the bowl down. I pulled out very slowly until only the tip of my cock was still engaged with her, then slowly pushed back in, my buttered cock enjoying the tight embrace of her moistening slit. "That's nice, honey," she said, as if I'd just showed her a good score on a third grade homework assignment.

I thrust hard into her now-slippery cavern. The Viagra hadn't worn off, I hadn't eaten anything, and I was completely engorged again. But having only erupted with spurts of my seed a short time before, I could now thrust with force again and again and again for a much longer time before I'd explode again. This wasn't just about pleasure, so I didn't hold back. I fucked her as hard as I've ever fucked.

She didn't move. She didn't acknowledge. She kept being Mommy. But I knew. Mommy was a fuck-slut who wanted to play games while she got filled with cock. She could not admit that she liked sex, and wanted cock, and wanted MY cock.

"I'm fucking you, MOM, like I've wanted to fuck you for years!" I yelled at her, thrusting violently and feeling her cunt pinch me, as if she was squeezing it around me to give me pleasure. "You can pretend it's just Sunday and you're just cooking, but that's just a game! Your boy is in you now!"

She still pretended to proceed as if nothing was taking place. That was the attraction. I could see that Mommy could hide the sexual side while she went about her daily work, but all the while she was actually thinking about fat hard cock.

'Hurry up, son, your bacon is done," she said, pulling the dripping strips of meat from the pan. Once her cooking task was done, I felt a very slight relaxation of her legs and ass and back, as if the tension in her shoulders was released. I could tell that her rigid self-discipline was being released. The moment she turned off the burner on the stove, I pulled out my cock, put both hands on her shoulders, and pulled her to one side so she now faced the kitchen counter beside the fridge. I reached up and quickly grabbed both her wrists and guided her hands to the kitchen counter. Then I put my own hands on her hips again so that she would not move, and guided my throbbing meat back to her dripping pussy. I thrust it in. With the food off the stove, she now relaxed and thrust her ass back to me as I pushed into her.

"Your food is getting cold," she said in teasing voice. I could tell she was having fun. "I'll have some meat after you are full," I said. She pushed her ass back harder, grinding me, balls deep, into her cunt.

As I drove my cock into my mother, she was facing the counter.

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