I follow Mom into the bathroom like a man walking to his execution, terrified, resigned, and somehow at peace all at once. The bathroom light flickers on, harsh fluorescents revealing the gleaming white tile and chrome fixtures. Mom's fingers are still interlaced with mine, her grip firm and possessive as she leads me toward the shower.
"You reek of her," Mom says, her voice a mixture of disgust and determination. "I can smell that woman's cunt all over you."
My cock twitches at her crude language. Mom notices immediately, her eyes dropping to the front of my jeans where my erection strains against the denim.
"Already hard for Mommy?" she purrs, reaching for the hem of her oversized t-shirt. "Let's see if we can make you even harder."
In one fluid motion, she pulls the shirt over her head, exposing her perfect breasts. Her nipples are already stiff, pink peaks begging for attention. The cotton shorts follow, sliding down her legs to puddle at her feet, revealing her completely hairless pussy, glistening with obvious arousal.
"Your turn," she commands, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and together in a way that makes my mouth go dry.
I stand frozen, caught between desire and the last shreds of my conscience. Sabrina's face flashes in my mind, her trusting green eyes, her shy smile, the way she curled against me after we had sex. But it's fading, a photograph left too long in the sun, bleaching away under the intensity of Mom's blue stare.
"Gabriel," Mom's voice cuts through my hesitation. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
My hands move of their own accord, pulling my shirt over my head, unbuckling my belt with fumbling fingers. Each piece of clothing that falls to the floor feels like shedding another layer of resistance, another pretense that I could ever be normal.
When I'm finally naked before her, my cock jutting proudly from my body, Mom steps forward, her fingers tracing my chest with feather-light touches that leave fire in their wake.
"You're perfect," she whispers, her eyes roaming over me with hungry appreciation. "Every inch of you is exactly as I made you."
She turns away to start the shower, bending at the waist in a deliberate display that makes my breath catch. The curve of her ass is perfection, the glimpse of her pussy between her thighs making my cock throb painfully.
Steam begins to fill the bathroom as hot water cascades from the showerhead. Mom steps under the spray first, her white hair darkening as it gets wet, plastering against her neck and shoulders. She holds out her hand to me, water sluicing down her naked body in rivulets that I want to trace with my tongue.
"Come here, baby," she calls, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes like tiny diamonds.
I step into the shower, drawn to her like a moth to flame. She spins me around with surprising strength, positioning me directly under the spray with my back to her. Her tits press against me, soft yet firm, her hard nipples drilling into my shoulder blades. When her teeth graze my earlobe, I don't even try to hold back the groan that tears from my throat.
"Fuck, Mom," I whisper, my cock twitching with each nibble.
She reaches around me for her body wash, the expensive jasmine and vanilla one I've stolen countless times, rubbing it over my cock while imagining it was her hands touching me. The same scent I've buried my face in late at night, desperate for any connection to her.
The click of the bottle cap sounds impossibly loud in the steamy air as Mom squeezes a generous amount of body wash into her palm. Her other hand slides up my chest, fingernails lightly scratching a path that makes me shiver despite the hot water cascading over us.
"Let Mommy clean you properly," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear as her soapy hands begin their journey across my skin.
This isn't washing, it's worship. Her fingers work the lather into my shoulders, kneading tense muscles I didn't even realize were tight until her touch releases them. She takes her time, exploring my entire back with deliberate, sensual strokes that blur the line between cleansing and caressing.
"Lean your head back," she commands softly, and I comply without hesitation.
Her slick hands glide up my neck, fingers massaging my scalp as she works shampoo through my hair. The gentle pressure of her fingertips sends electric currents down my spine, my cock throbbing in response to even this innocent touch. Nothing feels innocent with her anymore.
"That's it, baby," she purrs as I groan under her ministrations. "Let me take care of you."
She rinses my hair, her body pressed flush against mine from behind, her breasts sliding against my soap-slick back in a way that makes coherent thought impossible.
Mom reaches for the body wash again, squeezing a fresh dollop into her palm.
"Now for the most important part," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Time to wash every last trace of that bitch off you."
Her soapy hands descend, wrapping around my throbbing cock with perfect pressure. I gasp, my knees nearly buckling at her touch.
"Mom," I choke out, my voice breaking as her slick fingers work up and down my shaft with expert precision. "I don't think I'll…. God, I can't hold back…"
"Shhh," she soothes, increasing her pace, her thumb circling the sensitive head. "Don't fight it, baby."
My hips jerk forward involuntarily as pleasure builds at the base of my spine, immediate and unstoppable. The sight of Mom's perfect body, water cascading down her curves, combined with her skilled hands is too much. A sudden, intense wave of release surges through me without warning.
"Fuck!" I cry out as thick ropes of cum pulse from me, painting Mom's stomach and breasts in white streaks that the shower immediately begins to wash away.
Mom laughs, a sound of pure triumph and satisfaction. "That's right," she purrs, continuing to stroke me through my orgasm. "That was exactly what I wanted. Marking me with what belongs to me."
My legs tremble as the last waves of pleasure crash through me, leaving me panting and dazed. Mom leans forward, pressing her body against mine, smearing what remains of my release between us.
"Do you know why I made you cum so quickly?" she asks, her lips brushing against my ear.
I shake my head, still struggling to catch my breath.
"Because I needed to prove something to you," she continues, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "With her, you couldn't finish for thirty minutes. With me, you couldn't last thirty seconds. That's how it's supposed to be, Gabriel. That's how you know where you belong."
Her words sink into me like hooks, painful and true. I've been fighting against this current for so long, exhausting myself swimming against the tide of what I truly want. What I've always wanted.
Mom reaches past me to turn off the water, the sudden silence broken only by our breathing and water dripping from our bodies.
Mom steps out of the shower first, water streaming down her perfect body as she reaches for one of the plush white towels hanging nearby. She wraps it around herself with practiced grace, tucking the edge between her breasts in a way that somehow manages to cover her while still leaving me desperate to tear it away.
"Come here," she says, her voice low and commanding as she unfurls another towel, holding it open like welcoming arms. The sight of her standing there, wet hair darkened to silver, waiting to dry me like I'm a child again, sends a confusing mix of comfort and desire coursing through me.
I step out of the shower onto the bath mat, water pooling at my feet as Mom envelops me in the soft cotton. Unlike when I was young, there's nothing innocent about the way she pats me dry. Her hands linger on my chest, my shoulders, my back, each touch deliberate and possessive. When she kneels to dry my legs, her face is inches from my cock, which is already hardening again despite my recent release.
"So eager," she murmurs, her hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
She stands, pressing the towel against my chest one final time before letting it drop to the floor. Her blue eyes lock with mine, pupils dilated with a hunger that matches the ache building inside me.
"This night is far from over, Gabriel," she whispers, taking my hand. "Follow me."
I trail behind her like I'm tethered by an invisible cord, unable and unwilling to resist as she leads me down the hallway to her bedroom.
Mom's bedroom is bathed in soft lamplight, the king-sized bed dominating the space with its crisp white duvet and mountain of pillows. She turns to face me, backing toward the bed with measured steps, her eyes never leaving mine. With one fluid motion, she releases her towel, letting it pool at her feet like liquid silk.
"Do you want this?" she asks, her voice surprisingly vulnerable despite her naked confidence. "Tell me you want this, Gabriel. I need to hear you say it."
The last threads of my resistance snap like overtightened violin strings. I cross the space between us in two strides, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me with a desperation I've never felt before.
"I want this," I breathe against her lips. "I want you, Mom. I've always wanted you."
Her lips crash against mine, our mouths fusing in a kiss that feels like coming home after years of wandering. Every nerve ending in my body ignites as her tongue slides against mine, tasting of mint and desire. My hands roam over her body, finally free to explore what I've only dreamed about for so long.
"Wait," Mom whispers, breaking our kiss. She steps back, creating a small space between us.
I freeze, afraid I've done something wrong, that she's reconsidered. But instead, she climbs onto, positioning herself in the center of the mattress. She reclines against the pillows, her white hair fanning out around her head like a halo, the perfect contrast to the sinful look in her eyes.
"I'm all yours." She spreads her arms wide, offering herself to me completely. "Go on. Do anything you want to me."
My heart hammers against my ribs. "Anything?" The word comes out as a reverent whisper.
"Anything," she confirms, her blue eyes dark with promise. "My pussy..." She trails her fingers down her stomach, between her thighs, parting her folds to reveal glistening pink. "My mouth..." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips in a deliberate display. "My tits..." Her hands cup her perfect breasts, thumbs circling rosy nipples.
Then, in a move that steals the breath from my lungs, she rolls onto her side, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered entrance I've never dared imagine touching.
"My asshole," she purrs, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Anything you could ever want from me, Gabriel. It's all yours tonight."
I stand frozen at the foot of the bed, overwhelmed by the buffet of forbidden pleasures laid out before me. My cock throbs painfully, already fully hard again despite cumming minutes ago in the shower. Mom rolls back, spreading her legs in invitation, her eyes never leaving mine.
I climb onto the bed, my body moving on instinct as I kneel between her parted thighs. My cock brushes against her entrance, the heat of her radiating against my sensitive skin. I grip myself, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her soaking pussy, coating myself in her wetness.
Mom's eyes glitter with dark pleasure as I position myself at her entrance. "Good choice," she purrs, her voice dripping with approval. "Claiming the very place where you were created." Her fingers trace my jawline with protective affection. "I love that, baby."
My hands tremble as I grip her thighs, spreading her wider. The sight of her exposed and waiting for me makes my cock pulse with almost painful need. "I don't think I'll last long," I confess, my voice rough with desire.
A wicked smile curves her lips as she reaches down to guide me toward her entrance. "Then make sure to drain your balls in all of my holes tonight, baby," she whispers, her words sending lightning down my spine. "We have all night to practice your stamina."
I push forward, sliding into her molten heat with one smooth thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, tight, wet perfection enveloping me completely. My vision blurs at the edges as pleasure surges through every nerve ending.
"Fuck," I gasp, my hips already starting to move of their own accord. "You feel incredible."
Mom's legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her as her back arches off the bed. "That's it," she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Take what's yours."
Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, the slick sounds of our joining filling the room alongside our mingled moans. I try to focus, to make this last, but the overwhelming sensation of finally being inside her, properly, consciously, deliberately, is too much.
"Mom," I groan, my rhythm faltering as pressure builds at the base of my spine. "I'm gonna…"
"Let go," she commands, her inner walls clenching around me in a rhythmic pulse. "Fill me up, baby."
Her words shatter what little control I have left. With a broken cry, I bury myself to the hilt and explode, pumping surge after surge of hot release deep inside her. Stars burst behind my eyelids as my entire body convulses with pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Mom holds me tightly against her as I shudder through my orgasm, her hands stroking my back, her lips pressing kisses to my neck and shoulders. "That's my good boy," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Giving Mommy exactly what she needs."
As the final pulses of pleasure fade, I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily against her neck.
"I'm sorry," I whisper against her collarbone, shame washing over me as my body continues to twitch with aftershocks. "I couldn't last..."
"Shhh," Mom presses a finger to my lips, silencing my apology. "No more saying sorry for giving me what belongs to me." Her eyes sparkle with possessive delight as she reaches for my hand, guiding it to her breast.
She presses my palm against the soft fullness, making me squeeze the perfect weight of her flesh. "Feel that? How your touch makes my nipples harden? That's for you, baby. Only you."
Despite having just emptied myself inside her, my cock stirs again, hardening impossibly fast while still buried in her warmth. I'm oversensitive, every nerve ending raw and exposed, but the ache is delicious rather than painful.
Mom's lips split into a wide, manic grin, her eyes gleaming with an almost monstrous intensity that sends shivers down my spine. She throws her head back and laughs, the sound both beautiful and terrifying.
"Look at you," she purrs, rolling her hips against mine. "Already ready to feed Mommy more of your precious cum. I want it all, Gabriel. Every last drop you can give me."
I squeeze her breast harder, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips as I begin to move again. The slick heat of her combined with my previous release creates an obscene squelching sound that should disgust me but only drives me wilder. I thrust deeper, faster, my oversensitive cock screaming with sensation.
One... two... three...
Mom wraps her legs tighter around my waist again, her nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks.
Four... five... six...
"That's it," she hisses, her inner walls clenching around me. "Fill me up again."
Seven... eight...
"Fuck!" I cry out, my entire body convulsing as another orgasm rips through me without warning. I bury my face against her neck, a pathetic whimper escaping my throat as I empty myself inside her a second time, my release weaker but somehow more intense than before.
"Such a good boy," Mom coos, stroking my hair as I tremble in her arms. "So generous with your seed."
I collapse against her, my muscles turned to liquid, my bones seemingly dissolved. When I shift to roll off of her, my softening cock slips free, and with it comes a flood of our combined essence. It gushes from her in a pearly cascade, pooling on the sheets beneath us in a testament to what we've done.
Mom's eyes widen at the sight, something feral igniting in those blue depths. She moves with startling speed, sliding down between my legs. Her fingers gather the creamy mixture leaking from her entrance, scooping it up with deliberate care.
"Look what you've given me," she whispers, her voice thick with reverence.
I watch, transfixed, as she brings her cum-coated fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, pink and hungry, lapping at the viscous fluid with obvious relish. Her eyelids flutter closed in ecstasy, a moan vibrating from deep in her throat.
"God, you taste divine," she purrs, gathering more of our mingled fluids. "Better than anything I've ever had."
She devours it like it's ambrosia, like she's starving and this is her last meal. The sight of her consuming the evidence of our union with such enthusiasm makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Her eyes snap open, no longer just hungry but feral, pupils blown wide like a drug addict. She crawls toward the nightstand with predatory grace, her movements fluid and purposeful.
"Do my ass next," she demands, voice rough with desire. "I want to leak from two ends."
She retrieves a bottle of lube I hadn't noticed before, still sealed with plastic around the cap. She tears it off with her teeth, the savage gesture making my heart race. The cap comes off with a sharp crack, and before I can process what's happening, she's pouring the slick liquid directly onto my miraculously hardening cock.
"Jesus, Mom," I gasp as the cool gel makes contact with my oversensitive skin.
Her hands work the lube over my length with careful precision, her grip firm enough to bring me to full hardness despite having cum three times already, but wary enough to not make me cum immediately. The determination in her movements brooks no argument, no hesitation.
Once satisfied with her preparation, she turns away from me, positioning herself on all fours. Her back arches deeply, presenting her perfect ass at an angle that makes my mouth go dry. She reaches back with both hands, spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight little asshole.
"Come on, Gabriel," she urges, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her white hair cascades down her back, a stark contrast to the flush spreading across her skin. "Turn me into your woman completely. Leave no part of me unclaimed."
I position myself behind her, the sight of her uncovered entryway making my heart hammer against my ribs. I grip her hips, guiding my lubricated cock to that forbidden ring of muscle. The pressure as I push forward is incredible, her body slightly resisting before suddenly yielding.
The sensation is makes me feel like God may very well rest inside my Mom's ass. The scorching heat envelops me, squeezing with an intensity that makes blows me away. It's impossibly tight, a velvet vice gripping every inch of me with exquisite pressure.
"Oh fuck, Mom,,," My voice breaks as I manage a second thrust, burying myself deeper into her forbidden channel. The overwhelming pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave, demolishing whatever restraint I had left. "I love you so much, Mom!" The words tear from my throat, raw and honest and desperate as my entire body convulses.
My release hits me with such force that my knees nearly buckle. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding myself deep inside her as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. I'm emptying what little remains inside me.
Mom throws her head back, a primal moan escaping her lips as she feels me throbbing inside her. "Yes, baby!" she cries, pushing back against me to take me even deeper. "Fill Mommy's ass with your love!"
When the final waves of pleasure subside, I collapse forward, my chest pressed against her back, my face buried in her hair. Our bodies are slick with sweat, trembling with exertion and satisfaction.
"I meant it," I whisper against her ear, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close. "I love you. I've always loved you."
Mom turns her head, capturing my lips in a kiss that's surprisingly tender given the filthy act we've just committed.
When our lips part, she slowly eases my softening cock from her body, both of us gasping at the sensation. With surprising gentleness, she turns to face me, those blue eyes no longer predatory but filled with something deeper, something I've craved my entire life.
"Come here," she whispers, pulling me down beside her on the bed.
Her arms enfold me in a cocoon of warmth and safety, guiding my head to rest against her perfect breasts. My ear presses against her chest, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat more soothing than any lullaby. Her fingers thread through my hair with tender strokes, her nails gently scratching my scalp in a way that makes my entire body go liquid with contentment.
"I know, baby," she murmurs, her voice vibrating through her chest beneath my ear. "I know everything you've been feeling. The confusion, the shame, the need." Her lips press against the top of my head, lingering there as she breathes me in. "You're finally where you belong."
The weight of everything, the sex with Sabrina, the guilt, the fighting against what I truly wanted, suddenly lifts from my shoulders. Exhaustion crashes over me like a wave, my eyelids growing impossibly heavy as Mom continues her gentle caresses. Her heartbeat becomes my anchor, her scent my atmosphere, her body my sanctuary.
"Sleep now," she whispers, her voice fading as consciousness begins to slip away. "Mommy's got you."
I surrender completely, melting into her embrace as darkness claims me. For the first time in years, perhaps ever, I feel truly at peace. The last thing I register before sleep takes me completely is the feeling of her lips against my forehead and three words that follow me into my dreams:
"Mine. Forever. Mine."