Chapter 4: Morning bliss
Lori woke up naked in a warm embrace under the covers.
She could feel Colt's breath on her neck, his arm draped over her waist, his hand resting on her breast. She smiled, stretching slightly, her body still humming from the night before. She turned her head to look at him, his face soft in sleep, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw, the slight stubble already prickling her fingertips.
"Morning, Mama," he murmured, his eyes fluttering open. He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before pulling her in for a deeper, more languid kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
His hand slid down her body, cupping her ass, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard length of his morning erection pressing against her thigh. She moaned into his mouth, her body already responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. His hand moved from her ass to her breast, his fingers rolling her nipple between them, pinching it until it was a hard, aching peak. She gasped, arching her back, pushing her chest into his hand.
She rose up, the covers falling down on her legs.
She straddled him, her hands on his chest, her knees on either side of his hips. She could feel the heat of his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her pussy. She rubbed herself against him, coating herself with his precum, her clit throbbing with need.
"Fuck, Mama," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "You're so wet. So fucking wet."
She leaned forward, her breasts swaying, her nipples brushing against his chest. She kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth, her hands moving to his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.
She lifted one hand, reaching back to guide him in his favourite tight hole.Her ass loved being stretched by the thickness of his cock. She gasped as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing, accepting him. She lowered herself, inch after agonising inch , until she was fully impaled on his cock. She could feel every ridge, every vein, stretching her, filling her. She was so full, so completely his. She threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Colt's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He held her still for a moment, letting her adjust to the invasion. “Merry Christmas son”, she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. He smiled, his hand reaching up to knead one of her cum smeared tits.
"Merry Christmas, Mama," he replied, “thank you for all that you do, you’re so generous.” He lifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her ass. She returned the smile, her stuffed asshole stretching further to accept the thick cock in its home. She spoke with teary eyes, her smile holding her love for him, “Mmm, I do it all for you, Colt. I love you so much.”
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "I know you do, Mama. And I love you too. So fucking much."
He began to move, his hips lifting off the bed, driving his cock deeper into her ass. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as he set a steady, rhythmic pace. The sensation was intense, the stretch and burn of his cock in her ass a constant, delicious pressure that built with each thrust.
As she relaxed into the gentle stretch, his cock back where it belonged, she spoke, “So my dear…uhhhh…son. What do…fuckkkk…do you…unhhh want for breakfast?”, her moans a musical sound to him, as she rode his cock with all the love she could muster. The simple domestic conversation was a norm in the household, them discussing their ass as her son’s cock slid in and out of her most taboo hole.
“ Well, I was thinking we could have some of that leftover ham from yesterday, maybe some eggs,” he said, his voice strained as he continued to fuck her ass. “But if you want something else, we can go to town and get it.”
Lori moaned, her body moving in sync with his, her ass taking every inch of him. “No, Colt, that sounds perfect. Just like you,” she panted, her eyes rolling back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound “Awwh mama, you’re just so sweet”. Lori took over from him, now slowly rising, and lowering herself on his length,taking it all the way, so his balls rested against her wetness.
“Baby,” she cooed, “you’re the best son.Why wouldn’t I be sweet on you? Just look at how well you’re fucking mama’s ass. You could fuck me raw, but you use that ass so gentle, so darn good my boy. I could give you a lifetime of thanks for the way you treat me, Colt.”
She leaned back, her hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.
She leaned back, her hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. Her fingers pinched her nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her clench around his thick cock buried deep in her ass. “You like watching me play with myself while you’re inside me, baby?” she breathed, her voice husky and raw.
Colt’s eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on her hands working her own flesh. “God, yes, Mama. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re all stretched out on my dick.” He thrust upward gently, a slow, deliberate movement that made her gasp. “I love how your body opens up for me, how you take every inch like it was made for you.”
She moaned, rolling her hips in a slow circle, feeling him rub against her inner walls. “It was made for you, Colt. All of me.” She leaned forward again, bracing her hands on his chest, her hair cascading around his face. “I can feel you so deep, son. It’s like you’re touching my soul.”
He reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her down for a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips. “I love you, Lori,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything in this world.”
“I love you too, my boy,” she murmured, her breath hitching as he shifted angles, hitting a spot that made her vision blur. “Right there, Colt. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, his movements becoming even more languid, each thrust a promise, a devotion. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the soft slap of skin, and the creak of the bedsprings. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over their entangled bodies.
He slid his hands down to her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, allowing him to sink even deeper. “You’re so tight, Mama. So perfect.” He watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared into her body, her rosebud stretched taut around his girth. “I could stay inside you forever.”
Lori’s eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of being so completely filled. “Yes, baby. Forever.” She rode him with a slow, grinding rhythm, her body moving in a primal dance that was both tender and possessive. Every nerve ending was alive, singing with the intensity of their connection.
A soft knock at the door broke the silence, followed by Marty’s cheerful voice. “Lori? Colt? You two awake in there? I’m here to change the linens.” The doorknob turned slightly.
Colt froze, his hips stilling, but he didn’t pull out. Lori’s eyes snapped open, a mix of panic and arousal flashing in them. “Just a minute, Marty!” she called out, her voice surprisingly steady despite the situation.
Marty’s chuckle was audible through the door. “Take your time, honey. I’ll just start downstairs. Smells like you two had a real nice Christmas Eve.” Her footsteps retreated down the hall.
Colt let out a low groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. “Fuck, that was close.” He resumed his slow thrusts, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You liked that, didn’t you? Almost getting caught.”
Lori bit her lip, a blush spreading across her chest. “Maybe a little,” she admitted, her hips meeting his with renewed urgency. “It’s exciting, knowing how wrong this is, but how right it feels with you.”
He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more purposeful. “There’s nothing wrong about us, Mama. This is love. Pure and simple.” He sat up slightly, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as he continued to move inside her. “You’re my everything.”
She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent—soap, sweat, and something uniquely Colt. “You’re my good boy,” she whispered, her words muffled against his skin. “My perfect, beautiful son.”
They stayed like that for a long time, moving together in a slow, intimate rhythm that was more about connection than climax. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, the warmth of the bed, and the profound sense of belonging.
Eventually, Colt laid her back down on the mattress, never slipping out of her. He hovered over her, supporting his weight on his elbows, his eyes locked with hers. “I want to see your face when I come inside you,” he murmured, his thrusts slow and deep.
Lori reached up, cupping his cheek. “I want to see yours too, baby.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, if that was even possible. “Give it to me, Colt. Fill me up.”
He increased his pace slightly, the sound of their bodies meeting becoming more pronounced. “You’re so greedy for it, Mama. My little cum slut.” His words were filthy, but his tone was filled with adoration.
“Only for you,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Always only for you.”
He drove into her with a series of deep, grinding thrusts, his breath coming in ragged pants. “I’m close, Lori. So fucking close.”
“Wait,” she breathed, pushing gently at his chest. “I want to taste you first. Let me suck your dick, baby. I want to feel you down my throat.”
Colt’s eyes widened, a look of pure lust crossing his face. He slowly pulled out of her ass, both of them groaning at the loss. He settled back against the pillows, his cock standing tall and glistening with her juices. “Come here, Mama.”
Lori didn’t need to be told twice. She moved down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. She took his length in her hand, stroking him slowly, admiring the way the pre-cum beaded at the tip. “You’re so big, son. So beautiful.”
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the salty drop from his slit. He shuddered, his hips bucking slightly. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
She took him into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, her lips stretching around his girth. She relaxed her throat, taking him deep until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She held him there for a moment, her eyes watering, before pulling back almost entirely, then sinking down again.
Colt’s head fell back against the pillows, a guttural moan escaping his lips. “Yes, just like that. God, you suck dick so good, Mama.”
Lori set a slow, deliberate pace, her mouth working him over with expert skill. She used her tongue to swirl around the head, licking up the pre-cum that continued to seep out. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her hand, feeling how heavy and full they were.
“You’re going to come so much for me, aren’t you, baby?” she said, pulling off for a moment to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, her chin slick with saliva.
“Yes,” he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. “So much. It’s all for you.”
She smiled, a wicked, loving smile, and took him back into her mouth. This time, she focused on the head, sucking hard while her hand pumped the base. She could taste the familiar bitterness of his pre-cum, a flavor she had come to crave.
She deep-throated him again, holding him down until she gagged slightly, the vibration making him curse. “Shit, Lori! I’m not gonna last.”
She pulled off, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to last. I want you to come, Colt. I want to drink every drop.”
She resumed her ministrations, her mouth and hand working in tandem. She looked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes full of love and lust. His face was a mask of ecstasy, his jaw tight, his eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m gonna come, Mama,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m gonna fill that pretty mouth.”
She nodded, increasing her pace, taking him as deep as she could. She felt his body tense, his thighs trembling beneath her. With a raw, guttural cry, he erupted.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat, hot and thick. She swallowed quickly, but there was too much. The second shot coated her tongue, the taste overwhelming her senses. The third and fourth pulses filled her mouth, spilling out over her lips and down her chin.
Colt kept coming, his orgasm seemingly endless. Rope after rope of thick, white cum painted her face, her neck, her chest. It dripped onto her breasts, pooling in the valley between them. She continued to suck him through it, milking him dry, until he was spent and softening in her mouth.
Finally, he collapsed back, completely drained. Lori sat up, cum dripping from her face and tits. She used her fingers to scoop some from her chin and brought it to her lips, sucking them clean. “You taste so good, baby,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.
Colt watched her, his chest heaving. “Look at you,” he breathed, his eyes full of awe. “You’re covered in me. You’re perfect.”
He reached out, tracing a line of cum from her cheek to her collarbone. “I love you so much, Lori.”
“I love you too, Colt,” she said, leaning in to kiss him softly. The taste of his cum was still on her lips, and he didn’t seem to mind.
They lay there for a while, tangled together in the aftermath, the room smelling of sex and love. The cum on her skin began to cool, sticky and drying.
“We should clean up,” Colt said eventually, his voice lazy and content. “Marty will be back soon.”
Lori nodded, sitting up. “Let’s take a shower. Together.”
He helped her out of bed, his arms strong around her. They walked to the bathroom, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their connection. Under the warm spray of the shower, they washed each other gently, their touches tender and loving. The water washed away the physical evidence, but the bond between them remained, stronger than ever.