The Inheritance

Okay, this was getting bad. I had definitely better go to my room and wank it to some porn for an hour or two, get this massive hormone spike under control.

Before I managed to pull myself together, I heard a soft knock on the office door.

"Uh yes?" I replied, quickly sitting down behind the desk to hide my once again awkward boner.

"Hi sweetie." Mom purred, as she opened the door and entered, looking like a schoolgirl that had been sent to the principal's office for a stern talking to.

"I just wondered if you needed a hand. With anything." She was biting her lip again, like it was becoming a nervous habit. She was probably feeling insecure about her son having to handle all the grown up stuff like this.

Even so, it made her look very vulnerable and very very sexy. My boner was not going to go away as long as she was here."

"Not right now mom, thanks." I replied, in my mind coming up with a short list of things I would like her to give me a hand with.

"Was there anything else?" I added, trying to find a way to make her leave, so I could get my hard-on to recede, before going to my room.

Sweatpants were nice and roomy, but they did make an obvious tent if I had an erection while wearing them.

"You look so mature and powerful behind that desk, like you belong there! Strong and in charge! Like your father." Mom remarked, "If you have things well in hand, I will go take a bath, then I will be in my bedroom, if you need anything. At all."

She shut the door quietly behind her as she left.

I was going to really have to do something about this increasing horniness of mine, my brain kept reading all kinds of suggestions into her remarks. She was my mom, there was no way she was coming on to me. Even if the dirty parts of my mind and my raging hard-on tried to insist on the opposite.

Later that evening, I had masturbated eight times, the last six to mother son incest porn, that apparently was a huge fetish I had remained fairly unaware of.

I usually liked watching girls my own age being mercilessly fucked in all their holes, but today that didn't really do much for me.

My cock knew what it wanted, and there was no denying it.

Time after time I got hard almost immediately after shooting my load, as images of my mom doing the very same scenes I had just watched would flood my mind.

And the amount of cum was staggering. Every time I came, I came way more than I would usually, even when I hadn't been handling myself for a few days. Clearly this dirty fantasy was having an impact on me.

And I was no longer sure it was such a bad thing.

Apparently lots of people on the internet have a thing about sons banging their moms, and my mom was way hotter than any of those I had just masturbated to.

About to look for more porn to kick off round nine, even if the shaft was starting to get rather sore, I immediately changed my plans, as I heard a knock on my door, followed by the door opening.

In a burst of panic, I switched the monitor off, and threw myself on my bed, covering my naked crotch with the sheets, just in time as my mom entered.

This was highly unusual, as my parents always respected my privacy, and would never enter without permission.

"MOM!" I yelled at her.

"Oh sorry dear, I thought I heard you calling my name?" she asked uncertainly, clearly taken aback by my outburst.

She was in her nightwear, a spaghetti strap negligee of some sort, that was only transparent enough to hint at her shape underneath, without being immodest.

She wouldn't normally wear makeup to bed, yet she was still wearing some, making her blue green eyes look very attractive, and her glossy lips had my mind lighting up with naughty ideas once more, fueled even more by all the video clips I had been browsing so recently.

"Sorry I yelled, you just surprised me." I apologized, patting the bed next to me as a permission for her to enter and sit down, if she wanted.

Sitting down next to me on the bed, I caught a whiff of her perfume, that left me kinda dizzy. It was not my usual reaction to the scent of my mother, for sure, but this time the scent somehow sent a shiver of lust down my spine and straight into my cock, that did it's best to throw aside the covers and reveal itself to the world.

If not for my hands holding the covers in place, there would have been a rather awkward tent for my mom to admire.

"That's strange, honey, I could have sworn I kept hearing you call my name every few minutes. At first I thought it was just the wind, but a few minutes ago, I heard it again, quite loudly."

She seemed rather confused, and so was I. I most certainly had not called out her name. And while I had not been completely silent, our house was large, and pretty well insulated, so I knew I would have to be very loud to be heard all the way down the hall to the master bedroom.

Though I guess my bedroom was now the master bedroom. I was my father's heir, and all he had would be mine. I was the new master and this was my bedroom.

Okay, that was also weird, I was clearly getting stressed by this whole thing.

"I don't know what it was, but it wasn't me mom. I was just playing some games on my phone, trying to unwind after today." I told her, choosing to make a little white lie.

"You do look very tense, and you look flushed. Maybe you are coming down with something."

She moved closer, touching my forehead, her other hand moved to my thigh for support, only an inch from my aching cock, as she used the tried and true method of guessing if someone has a fever by comparing how warm they are compared to your enticingly chill fingers.

Briefly it flashed through my mind what it would feel like, having her slender, cool feminine fingers wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking it, while she sat there talking to me about having to take it easy and ask the lawyers for help if I didn't feel up to it.

I probably zoned out a bit as she talked to me, but I just nodded at her suggestions.

As she leaned back, she patted my thigh gently, accidentally grazing my hard cock a couple of times, before scooting back to the edge.

"You are so tense.", she remarked, as I jumped at her accidental touch, of which she seemed blissfully unaware.

"Maybe I should take care of that?" She suggested, moving slightly as if to come and give me a shoulder rub.

I was not going to be able to keep my cool much longer, if she stayed in my room much longer. I was going to explode in a fountain of cum, if she put her hands on me, while my mind was still on edge from all the porn I had just watched.

"Sure mom, in the morning. Not right now. I uh, need to rest now."

"Okay sweetie, whatever you think is best. Goodnight."

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss goodnight, a little peck on my lips. It was something she used to do when I was a little boy, but we had kinda grown out of, as I got bigger and more interested in girls.

It sent a surge of pleasure straight to my cock, leaving me to mumble my reply in the direction of the door she had already closed behind her.

Only her scent remained, and a strong urge to stroke another few orgasms out of my unusually demanding cock.

An hour later, I had added several cum soaked tissues to the pile already in and around my waste bin.

I had no idea I had that much cum inside of me. And I had apparently been lucky enough that my mother had not spotted the cum soaked disaster area when she paid her visit earlier.

Finally, I managed to fall asleep, images full of perverted fantasies still flashing through my mind, but at long last I was too worn out to pay them any mind.

The bliss of sleep claimed me.

In my dreams, I felt an angel descend upon me, with the face of my mom, and the sensation as it slid its warm wet pussy down over my cock was the most amazing intense experience I have ever felt.

I have had wet dreams before, but never one that felt so amazing, so realistic, as this.

The way she was a firm seal around the root of my cock, pulling firmly and gently on my flesh as she moved, the warmth and softness against my aching cock head. The way her pussy folded and molded itself around my length, like the caress of a tongue that nimbly did its very skilled best to caress my most sensitive spots. As my orgasm began, I felt an unbelievable tightness, as my tip was crammed into a far tighter part of her, milking cum from me, like it was swallowing each sticky rope of cum, as I kept cumming and cumming for what felt like a full minute.

As I came and pleasure wracked my body, I heard the angel's lustful moans, mixing with my own, and slowly I came to the realization that I was waking up.

Trying to stay in the delightful embrace of my angel, not ready to give up the sexual pleasure, I took me a moment to realize that the pleasure only increased as I woke fully.

My eyes sliding open, I saw what was unmistakably my fingers intertwined in my mothers golden locks, guiding her head up and down on my cock, that was no doubt currently buried in her throat, shooting the last few ropes of my cum straight down into her belly.

I could feel the way her throat constricted around me as she tried to swallow.

For a few moments I just kept going, pulling her hair and dragging her face down my cock, even as my hips thrust up to meet her, forcing myself into her throat in time for another burst of cum.

In a moment of panic I thought I had somehow sleepwalk abducted my mom to my room and was raping her face, but before the thought had even settled, I noticed how wet squelching noises, combined with the frantic movements of her hand between her legs indicated she was also having a lot of fun right now.

It should have felt wrong. I knew that. But it felt right. There was nothing more right than having my cock inside her. She was mine now, I was the master of the house. Why shouldn't I use her for my pleasure?

Crazy thoughts, but at the moment I did not care at all.

Instead I settled into a nice slow rhythm, fucking my mothers face with long strokes, rubbing my sensitive head against her tongue, until I had most of my length outside, then pushing in until I was at the back of her mouth, until I insistently pushed myself into her tight throat that struggled to contain me.

The sensation of her fighting her gag reflex as i forced my way as deep as I could, was such a strange turn-on.

The idea that she was struggling to take all of me, but let me have her way with her throat anyway, because it pleased me to do so, sent spikes of lust and pleasure through me.

Apparently I was not the only one that felt that way, as very soon she was moaning in pleasure around my cock, whenever it was not blocking her airways, and her hips were bucking madly as an orgasm tore through her.

My mothers orgasmic moans around my cock, was all I needed to push me straight over the edge once again.

My cock pulsed with pleasure as cum shot from me in thick ropes, coating my sexy mothers tongue and gullet with my sticky seed. Thrusting frantically in and out of her mouth, disregarding her comfort completely as my pleasure tore through me like lightning, cum was soon spilling from her lips and running down my shaft, even as she did her best to suck and swallow all of it, slurping noises and her moans mingling to a sweet symphony.

As my tide of cum subsided, I felt my cock deflating slightly, allowing me to more effortlessly slide into my mother's throat, as I kept idly fucking her face, pushing her nose flat against my stomach, as my cock was lodged deep in her throat.

For a while I was content, sliding my cock slowly back just far enough to allow her a breath, before I slid my length back where it belonged.

It was divine, even more so than my dream of an angel. This was real, and the pleasure was so intense.

Then post nut clarity started to manifest, and I found myself shrinking as doubt set in.

"Mom!" I managed eloquently.

She let my softening member slide from between her lips, with a little pop, as she reluctantly let it go, raising her face to look at me.

"Yes Ryan? Was that alright?"

"What was that?" I asked, as apparently uttering the most stupid thing coming to my mind was my new thing.

"That was a nice little morning blow that turned into quite a lot more, I will add. Just like you asked for." She purred at me.

"That I asked for?"

"Last night, you asked me to come back and help you with your... tension in the morning. Was this not what you meant?"

I was completely baffled. As I hesitated, an expression full of uncertainty and doubt crossed her face.

"Was it not good enough? I can do better, just tell me what you like!"

Okay, this was getting... hot. Uh, strange. Hot and strange. But mostly hot.

"It's not quite what I meant, but it sure felt good, so uh...thanks." I replied inanaly. But seriously, what do you say to your mom after she is done giving you a blowjob, your cum still painting her lips.

"Good, I am glad I could help, just let me know whenever you need me for anything at all. I'll just go and get the maid started on breakfast." She beamed her brightest smile at me, and sauntered out, her naked ass imprinting itself in my mind, stirring up all kinds of naughty ideas.

A little while and a shower later, I found myself in front of a rather large breakfast.

Eggs and bacon aplenty lined up in front of me, while my sexy mother sat across from me, wearing a very tight and all too sexy yoga outfit. Whoever designed yoga pants deserves an award. While I am not a fan of sports bras in general, mothers was nicely low cut, giving her a very nice cleavage, with her boobs pushed together in a manner that suggested all sorts of naughty things to my dirty mind.

In contrast to me, it would seem all she was having was a single glass of juice.

"What's all this?" I inquired, gesturing at the huge assortment of breakfast foods in front of me.

"And aren't you having any?" I added, as I didn't think she really had had much of chance to have any breakfast before I got here.

"It's your breakfast dear, daddy always said he needed lots of protein, and it would seem you have inherited that from him." She gestured vaguely in the direction of my crotch, and I guess she was right in that department, it sure seemed like I had started cumming like a firehose recently.

"And I think I already had plenty of... protein this morning." she added, giving me a coy smile.

"Now all I need is some exercise, gotta keep in shape for my boy!"

Leaving me to my breakfast, she went outside to do her morning yoga routine.

Deciding it was probably best to stock up on plenty of protein, to replace my recent rather large expenditures, I dug in with a gusto, prompting the maid to appear with another tray of bacon, as I finished the first one.

Our maid Oxana is a very cute Ukrainian girl, not much older than me, but with a strong and long limbed physique that made her look like a former track star, while still allowing her the perfect amount of roundness on her hips, but only afforded her rather small breasts, that barely required any bra at all.

I had long since abandoned the naughty idea of the conquering her virtue, as she had in no uncertain terms made it clear to me she was here to work, not play, when I had tried to make a pass at her, for what I will admit was probably the umpteenth time that day.

That was a year ago, and I had never tried again, never even really noticing her, as she went about her work.

Today I did notice her. Admiring her athletic grace, sneaking a little peak down her blouse, as she bent to switch the dishes.

Not much to sneak a peek at, but I got a glimpse of her areola, maybe even her cute pink nipple poking out slightly. While it wasn't much to look at, it still gave me a little rush of pleasure to have gotten an illicit glimpse.

With a smile on my lips, I kept my eyes on her nicely swaying bottom, as she retreated back to the kitchen.

It felt good to be the master of the house. I was going to enjoy this so much.

A little while later, having had far more food in one sitting than was probably good for my cholesterol, I went back to the office, getting ready to tame the piles.

Mom was just outside the windows again. Busy doing her yoga routine as always.

Today I took some time to really admire the view, unable to quite believe she had woken me up with that amazing blowjob turned face fuck.

I still wasn't quite sure what to make of it, maybe it was just some weird outlet for her grief or something, but I decided I didn't want to feel bad about it.

It had happened, it was awesome, and if there were consequences, I could deal with them.

I already knew I was pretty much going to inherit everything, except a pittance for my mother and my half sister, everything else was mine to keep, with the admonishment that I should make sure to take good care of our family.

Mother's routine did seem to have quite a lot of stretches and poses where she was put very nicely on display from my point of view.

Sporting quite the chub at the show, I pulled out my cock and gave in to temptation, rubbing myself slowly, imagining all the possibilities that would open up, if she was doing that routine in the nude.

It would probably not be the best positions for sex, but it sure would be fun to try them to make sure.

Around noon I called the lawyer in charge of the estate until the inheritance was formalized, and asked about my dad's journal, learning that it would be delivered tomorrow, along with a package that my father had insisted should be delivered to me upon his death, and as such not a part of the actual inheritance, which had caused the paperwork to slip to the bottom of a pile.

The lawyer apologized for the delay, but I had stopped listening, as my mother had chosen that time to start her sunbathing.

Again today, she spent a long time getting the sunscreen applied just right, in ways that definitely made me think maybe she was putting on a little show just for me.

If she was, it was working. My cock was like iron, as she smeared the thick white liquid all over her body, making me entertain the notion of smearing my own thick white liquid all over her.

Which then brought me back to the sight of her head bobbing up and down as I fucked her mouth just this morning.

I was going to need to cum again soon, if I was to get any work done.

I considered rubbing one out, while I stood there watching my mom slowly caressing herself right there on the other side of the glass.

Somehow it didn't feel right.

Just a few hours ago I had shot my load straight into the throat of my own mother. Twice. There was no way I could justify masturbating myself as I just stood here as a peeping tom.

I was better than that.

"Oxana, please inform my mother I have a need for her soft touch again." I had pushed down the button for the intercom without even thinking. As soon as it was out of my mouth, I was having second thoughts.

Was I going too far?

I was the master of the house, of course, but she was my mother, and what if she had come to her senses?

While I worried, I saw Oxana go to my mother and relay my message. The sound proof windows were worth every cent, I could not hear a single word.

Mother nodded to Oxana, and sent her on her way, then spent a good minute gathering herself, all the while her naked chest was on display as she had not yet put her top back on. After a few good long stretches with her chest aimed straight at me, she then put her bikini top back on, before walking out of sight on her way inside.

On her way to me.

My mouth was dry, as she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I croaked.

Another long second passed, then the door slid open, and my mom entered cautiously.

"Oxana said you needed my... soft touch?"