Mommy By Mistake
Warning: The following story contains incestuous sex with an underage participant. Read no further if that's not to your liking...
"Oh shit! I'd thought I'd managed to slip away without anyone finding out where I'm going..." my sister fretted as she tried to read her phone's screen despite the glare. I knew from her tone that it was a work thing, an unwelcome interruption on such a nice day.
I rolled my eyes a bit, but subtly, so that she wouldn't notice. With a job as glamorous as hers, I couldn't understand how she'd be so miffed to have it intrude every now and again. Lillian was a record company executive, a rising star in her firm. She owed her success to a very shrewd mind, coupled with an absolutely stunning body, a combination that made her ideal for handling the young male side of the company's clientele (and apparently the few young femmes who swung her way as well). I was at times jealous of her life, although not her body, since I had the exact same one.
No, seriously, right down to the black splotches on our white fur! We were twins, identical from hoof to horn tip, or at least we had been. While she insists I looked as great as ever, I still knew I carried a few tell-tale signs of having given birth to a child, although other people had trouble telling us apart. Well, at first.
Truth be told, my sister and I were nothing alike. While she was still single at 34 and loving every minute of it, I settled down with my high school sweetheart right after school and had my little calf at age eighteen. Oh don't look so shocked, us cows develop quite early anyway! And while I loved the two bulls in my life and our little family, I always kind of envied my sister her exciting lifestyle and the brash and brazen attitude that had gotten her there.
"Sis, I gotta go and take care of this, I'll be back in an hour, two at the most. I'm sorry to leave you but..."
"It's okay Lilly, relax! I'll just catch some sun, do a few laps around the pool, and you'll be back before I know it." I said, noting the relieved expression on my twins face.
"Thanks Sophie!" she said, bending over to give me a little hug before rushing off to get dressed, knowing full well that whatever she managed to throw on would look fabulous on her.
As she went on her way, I was left alone poolside on a gorgeous sunny day. My hubby's company had send him on a seminar over the weekend, so I had invited Lilly to visit so I could have some company, and my little Jason was at wrestling practice. Well, he'd always be my little Jason, but truth was that he'd grown into a strapping sixteen-year-old bull, even bigger than his father was at that age, which is why he was the great black-and-white hope of the school's wrestling team.
As I finished my drink I went into the kitchen to pour another, and couldn't help but noticing Lillian's suitcase through the doorway of the downstairs guestroom. It looked more like a crater after the rushed bovine had rifled through it searching for something suitable yet scandalous to wear. I honestly only went in to help clean up the mess, but couldn't help inspect my twin's trendy wardrobe.
One particular item drew my attention, a wild tangle of straps and rings that on closer inspection turned out to be a bikini. Well, I was curious what it would look like, and I knew for a fact that it was my size, so I slipped out of my swimsuit and began to negotiate the web-like apparel. When I managed to get it on I turned towards the full length mirror and my hand flew to cover my mouth at the sight I was greeted with.
It was scandalous! It was just a network of strips that miraculously enough offered some support, but all I had to hide my modesty were two patches that barely covered my nipples and one teeny triangle between my legs. It certainly wasn't the flattering but sensible bikini Lilly had been wearing earlier. This wasn't beach attire, it was private beach attire! Hell, even I couldn't take my eyes off myself in this thing, so what chance did any male have?
"Hi, I'm Lillian. I have to dodge paparazzi whenever I go to meet various teenage heart-throbs." I spoke in my best sultry voice as I struck pose after scandalous pose, feeling both silly and giddy.
In truth, my sister seemed to be as much of a lens magnet as the celebrities she worked for, and various trashy media loved to speculate of the nature of her relationship with the handsome young artists she was often photographed with. But despite her appearance screaming 'scandal', she'd never been caught doing anything scandalous, so she wrote it off as annoying but free publicity.
Well, she certainly didn't bring this to wear in front of me, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had an old flame she wanted to rekindle while she was back in town. I had to admit that attitude counted a lot when it came to appearance. Looking at myself I didn't see a wife and mother, however gorgeous. I saw a drop-dead sexy female in her sexual prime, with a curvy hourglass figure that would have men's jaws dropping and their... well, let's just say something would be going in the other direction.
As I walked out of the room, I guess I was feeling so silly with myself that I'd completely forgotten to change back into my swimsuit, only realizing it when I was back poolside with a frosty glass of rum and coke in my hand. Feeling a little hot, I decided I'd see if this flimsy thing was just for show, so I jumped into the pool and did a few laps. To my surprise the skimpy bikini had stayed on, and I wondered if it was one of those tailor-made ones. Lilly could certainly afford one.
When I got out I couldn't help but blush at the sight of my nipples poking through the tiny patches of fabric covering them, having gotten more than a little stiff after my swim. Feeling like a little rest, I lowered the reclining chair until it was completely level and laid myself down on my front, taking a sip of my drink as I felt the hot sun dry the fur on my back.
I'm not sure when I dozed off, the exertion of swimming and the slight buzz I had going seeming to blur the lines between relaxing and napping. When I heard a rumbling, sensuous voice remark that we seemed to have the house to ourselves my foggy brain immediately conjured up the image of Brandon, my big strong bull who'd often uttered that phrase in that voice, noticing that we had some private time to do some private things.
So it didn't surprise me to feel a strong pair of hands gently grasp my pillowy butt before those fingers dug into my pliant cheeks, a low rumble of approval following their fondling. My ropey tail lifted and I let out a contented sight as my luscious rear was skillfully mauled, those grasping hands rotating and spreading the round cheeks every now and again to get a glimpse of what was beneath.
Little bits of annoying reason began to flutter through my mind, intent on spoiling my mood. Brandon was away they reminded me, but I figured he might have come back early. And it would be like him to get lovey-dovey after a trip, to show me how much he missed me. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and it makes other organs just... grow.
God, he even smelled nice. He must have worked up a sweat rushing back here, my nose picking up the distinct aroma of a meticulously clean bull that's nevertheless just been through rigorous physical exertion. Sort of like Jason smelled when he came back from wrestling...
My eyes shot open as my buttock tensed up under those strong fingers, and whipping my head back my worst fears were confirmed. There was Jason - my own son! - happily kneading my cheeks, eyes roaming possessively over my body!
"Jason, s- stop this at once! What do you think you're doing, I am your mother!" I said, trying to snap my son out of his strange trance.
"Ooh, you know how I love it when you play the mommy game..." he said, still working my buns over and acting quite nonchalant considering he was groping his own mother.
Unless...
After being shocked back into gear, my brain went into overdrive, trying to piece things together. The only way people could reliably tell me and my twin sister apart tended to be our clothes, make-up and hairstyle. But you don't put on make-up when going for a dip in the pool, my hair was a drying mass of auburn curls down my back and my clothes...
I was wearing Lillian's clothes! He thought I was her. Then another thought hit me - my son didn't hesitate for a second to jump the buns of the cow he thought was his own aunt! As I felt a few fingers slip into the crease of my thighs and begin to wriggle their way there I struggled for a way out.
I could just tell my son of the mistake he'd made, but I hesitated. If I did that, how could we ever look each other in the eye again? Never you mind the fact that he'd know that I know he's diddling my sister! And what did he mean by 'mommy game'? Did... did Lillian pretend to be me when she was with him?
Now, don't judge me, but a little thrill went through me at the thought that my trendy, sexy twin sister had to pretend to be me to really get a male's engine running. It stroked my plain-sister ego a bit. And speaking of stroking, I couldn't help but shiver as my son's fingers began to do just that over my slit, rubbing my lips through the flimsy bit of wet fabric protecting them.
Just then a way out of the situation occurred to me - if Jason didn't realize the cow he was getting ready to... get frisky with... was his own mother, than he'd write this off as just another little bit of fun with Lillian. If I could get through this I would be the only one to know what really happened, and could then pretend it never did for the rest of my life. Okay, it wasn't an _ideal_solution, but it was one that allowed me to avoid potentially scarring my baby boy for life!
"Aaah!" I cried out as I felt Jason pull aside the flimsy string of my bikini from the crack of my ample rear, robbing me of what little modesty I had. Fortunately my cry of shock and outrage seemed to close enough eagerness to fool Jason. Or maybe it was the wetness of my now exposed slit. Well, I'm sure it just hasn't dried yet from my dip in the pool...
"Mmmh, so wet already? You usually make me work for it..." I heard my son say, knowing his eyes must be focused on my exposed lips. I could feel the arousal in his voice, feel the way his strong hands dug eagerly into my pillowy cheeks, but worst of all, I could feel my traitorous sex actually become wet from the attention.
"W-we don't have much time. Just... give mommy what she needs, sweetie." I said, making sure to keep up the pretense I was just 'playing' mommy. I blushed at how easily the words came to my mouth, but reminded myself that the sooner this ordeal was over with, the sooner I could put it behind me.
Powerful hands gripped me by my waist, and before I knew it my son had lifted my rear and dragged me half way off the recliner, so that my knees were now spread apart and resting on the tiles. Remembering my role of a slutty mommy, I thrust my rear out and lifted my tail out of the way, presenting myself whorishly to my own son. I was rewarded first with a low growl of desire and approval, but once my bikini bottom was once again pulled to the side, I knew I was in store for a for more.
I shuddered when I felt the tapered tip of what I knew must be my son's cock wedge itself between my lips, a spurt of his precum shooting inside me to mix with my own juices moments before he began to slowly slide himself in. I knew I should be disgusted at being penetrated by my own child, but I couldn't deny how good it felt to feel him slip inside, nor could I prevent my body from responding. I let out a long, shaky moan at the familiar and welcome sensation of a hot thick bull-cock stretching me, my velvety walls wrapping around the girthy shaft as it pushed its way deeper into my eager slit.
I gasped when I felt that tip brush against my cervix even as Jason's powerful thighs brushed against my cheeks. By some strange twist of fate, my son's cock fit my sex like it was made to measure, when even my husband's shaft only touched that barrier lightly whenever he'd thrust as hard as he could. Well, at least it shouldn't be too hard for me to pretend I'm enjoying this. As Jason's fingers dug into my pillowy ass while he ground his crotch against my slit, I had to admit this would feel wonderful if it wasn't so wrong.
If only it didn't feel so right! After the couple of drinks and a nice swim I had felt so deliciously relaxed, and the pleasant surprise of a horny bull grabbing my tush and sheathing his throbbing shaft in my moist pussy felt absolutely heavenly, and it was getting harder to find that part of me that knew I shouldn't be enjoying being bent over and impaled on my own son's maleness.
"Mmh, missed me that much, did you?" Jason rumbled approvingly, and it was only then that I realized I was moving back and forth, sliding my wet lips up and down my son's thick shaft, my back arching every time I bottomed out to make sure I took every inch.
"Sooo much sweetie. Now show mommy how much you missed her..."
Where did that come from!? I couldn't believe the words I'd just uttered, and to my own little boy at that! Ooof! Well, not so little, I corrected myself as my words seemed to do the trick, making Jason buck into my eager rear. I felt those strong hands move to my flared hips, gripping me firmly and making me bite my lip with the knowledge of what was to come.
Jason pulled his cock out, and I could feel my slick lips clinging lovingly to each thick inch as it slid out of me. Once almost his entire length was out he held me firmly as he sheathed the whole thing in one smooth, rapid stroke. If I hadn't been biting my lip, I'm sure I would have cried out loud enough for half the neighborhood to hear. As my son began to well and truly fuck me, I could feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix every time he bottomed out, his hips smacking loudly against my bubble-butt. My nostrils were flaring as I desperately tried to muffle what I'm sure would have been whorish sounds, the sorts I hadn't made in ages.
My hubby and I still have quite an active sex-life, and while he's more than capable of making me cream myself on his impressive length, I'd forgotten what bulls are like when they're young. Before they learn how to make love, all they have is the instinct to rut and an excess of energy that they have to spend somehow. My son's energy, much like his cock, was currently going into me, his hips moving tirelessly as the smacks of his body against mine began to get wetter and wetter.
There was a hint of pain - form the almost bruising grip of his strong hands on my hips, the pummeling his shaft into my pliant sex, and the impact of his firm body against my rump, all of which I knew from experience would leave me sore later. And later I might care, but I certainly couldn't now. I had never even realized that I'd missed this so much, being fucked with wild abandon, my body pushed forward with every merciless thrust despite the strong grip Jason had on my hips.
As I was ridden by my son, it was getting harder and harder to remember why I shouldn't be enjoying this. My stretched sex was now a delicious mess of bovine juices, my luscious breasts pressed against the surface of the recliner and my nipples stiff against the fabric of the bikini. My lips, I knew, would be turning a rosy-red by now, taking on that distinct hue they got when a hard bull-body slapped against them over and over. They already felt hot, and I know from experience they would soon be burning with a fire that will only be put out after that slick red shaft explodes inside me, leaving my used sex leaking the bovine cum that couldn't fit into my fertile...
My eyes popped open as my frazzled brain supplied the last part of that thought, and alarms started going off in my head. Jason wasn't wearing a condom! I assumed my sister was using protection of some sort, but I hadn't bothered ever since my husband got a vasectomy. And while I would be ready to admit that I wasn't strictly pretending to enjoy being rutted by my son, I still had enough sense left not to let him get me pregnant!
"J-Jason, pull out!" I cried out in a panic, desperate not to have my son breed me.
"What's wrong?" he asked after winning a battle against his instinct and dragging his shaft out of the one part of me that was very much reluctant to let it go.
There was confusion in his voice, and the last thing I wanted him to start doing now was to ask questions. Sophie probably let him cum inside her all the time, no doubt crying out passionately as he filled her with his virile young spunk. She's the sort of confident female who'd probably just pull her panties up, straighten out her hair and go about her business like nothing happened, and that thought made me wonder. How many times has she sat down for a chat with me, acting perfectly natural even as she carried Jason's cum around inside her? And why would such a sultry, sensual woman deny him the right to cum in her pussy now?
"M-mommy's been a bad girl. I want you to finish under my tail..." I said, having no idea where the words came from. My cheeks were burning even as I turned around to look at him. Judging by the surprised look on his face, I guessed that he and Sophie had never tried anal. Well, neither had I, so at least my reactions will be authentic!
I guess my look of flustered embarrassment managed to pass of for arousal. To drive the point home I arched my back, thrusting my rear out as far as I could and lifting my tail out of the way. That seemed to be all the urging my son needed, and I soon felt one hand land gently on my pillowy rump, the thumb spreading my cheek to reveal my still virgin pucker even as the other hand brushed against my messy lips.
I wasn't sure what Jason was doing until fingers slid into my desperate snatch with a squelch, making me turn red as a beet as my son scooped up some of our juices from between my folds. A second later I felt one hoof-nailed finger press against my rosebud, and I did my best to fight my instinct to clench up. I had to appear eager, like this is something I desperately wanted. I couldn't let my son breed me, but after how far we've gone, I couldn't drop the act now. So I did my best to relax, gasping as I felt my pucker slowly stretch under the pressure of Jason's digit.
It... didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. I've certainly never even considered taking anything beneath my tail, mainly because I had this idea that it would be incredibly painful. And while there was some discomfort, my son's finger was slick, and once I'd managed to relax enough to let the tip of it slip inside, I discovered that my rear seemed to be quite sensitive. Maybe even responsive...
A thought entered my head about the same time Jason's finger entered the other end - Sophie had never done this! That knowledge sent a little tingle running along my spine, the idea that just for this moment, I was the sexually wild one! That dirty little thought got my engine going, and as my son's digit probed deeper inside me, I let out a moan of unmistakable need and arousal, my pucker pulsing around the invading finger eagerly, as if asking for more.
In retrospect, the sound might have been a little to encouraging, since my son had apparently decided I was ready enough. I soon felt that slick finger pull out, and I almost cried out in despair as I now had two holes that felt achingly empty. But a squirt of warm pre against my back door told me one of them wouldn't remain empty for long.
I took a deep breath as I once again forced myself to relax, although I couldn't help but notice my little rosebud responding more readily this time, seeming to almost open up for the hot tip of my son's cock as it pressed against it. Jason's next squirt fired inside me, and I shuddered at the sensation of a warm, wet feeling spreading through my ass, a sensation at once new and at the same time wonderfully familiar. I felt my pucker tense up around the invading rod as I savored the sensation. It wasn't clenching up on reflex, but rather seemed to give a brief, eager twitch, milking the tapered shaft that was slowly being worked inside it.
A strange but eager-sounding little mewl left my muzzle, my son groaning out as he fed his twitching shaft into my no longer virgin ass. A bull's cock tapered gently, which meant it was stretching me at a mercifully slow pace, but also gave the illusion that the stretching would never stop. It reminded me of the time I'd lost my virginity, eager yet anxious, wondering how much of him would fit inside me, if it would hurt...
As my insides were slowly invaded, the pain was thankfully absent, but I could still feel my heart beating, almost matching the throbbing of the cock conquering my until recently virgin behind. I tried to fight my instinct to clench up, but my rear would twitch every now and again, causing Jason to groan and give a little buck. At some point I realized I'd taken the widest point of his manhood, and noted with relief and surprise at how easily the rest was sliding in.
It was definitely not all unpleasant, and as it pushed its way further inside, I felt the walls of my pussy rubbing together as my ass was stuffed by the seemingly endless bovine appendage. I wondered briefly how I looked from my son's point of view - my pillowy rump raised up and spread wide, my pucker stretched taught around the throbbing shaft leaking pre as it slid deeper and deeper in. When I finally felt his hips against my plush cheeks and his heavy sack against my slit, I cooed in genuine delight, a shiver running up my spine as I realized I'd taken the whole thing.
My son just stood there, his entire cock buried safe and snug under my tail, and for a moment I was touched by his concern, figuring he was letting me adjust to having a bovine rod up my ass for the first time. The eager little twitches of that girthy length soon changed my opinion, as I realized that just being hilted inside my rear had brought my son to the edge, and he was slowing down so he wouldn't cum right away.
I know it sounds awful, but I felt thrilled at the knowledge that my ass was almost more than my handsome young son could handle. A part of me wanted to make him cream me right then and there, to coo lovingly as the young bull lost control and flooded my insides with a hot gooey torrent of bovine spunk. I guess it was that part that was even now wriggling my pillowy behind, my whole body seeming to tingle from the sensation of my son's sack gently bumping and sliding against my wet slit with every little movement. The smug expression I was wearing was wiped away as a sharp little smack landed on one of my mischievous cheeks.
"Aaaah! B-bad boy! Is that any way to treat your mother?" I said, still in my role of a slutty mommy, and still oblivious to the irony.
"I'm bad? What sort of mommy writhes around with her son's cock up her slutty little ass?" my son replied in a lusty tone, and before I could respond I felt a palm land on my other cheek, my cry sounding noticeably less pained this time.
My happy-sounding squeal was matched by a grunt form Jason, and I realized that every time he spanked me my pucker clenched up, squeezing tightly around the thick base of his throbbing shaft. And I have to admit that having my ass wrap itself around his cock felt more amazing than I'd expected. My rear wasn't as sensitive as my pussy, but I had gotten so worked up while Jason had been plowing my love-tunnel that I was starting to think that the strange new feeling of having my bubble-butt stuffed might be enough to get me off.
But for now my son seemed too fascinated with spanking my pillowy cheeks, which I felt was unfair since I'd never spanked him as a child. Every time a strong hand would land on one of my cheeks I would feel a sharp sting, followed by a sensation of heat that seemed to spread through the tender flesh of my rear. At first, Jason seemed happy enough to watch my ample butt jiggle with every slap, but soon enough he was following every smack up with a lusty little grope, those strong fingers digging into my poor cheeks and seeming to knead that heat in even deeper.
After a few minutes I felt all four of my cheeks burning, turning around and giving my son an exaggerated, pouty expression, showing him I've learned my lesson. To drive the point home, I stretched my arms out on the recliner, flattening my front against the hard plastic as my back arched even further, as submissive and eager a cow as a bull could ask for.
I swear when Jason gave a lusty rumble deep in his chest I could both hear it and feel it through the shaft buried to the hilt under my tail. He put both palms on my cheeks, giving them a possessive squeeze and spreading them so he could get what I'm sure was a jaw-dropping view of my little pucker stretched taught around his girth. That seemed to spur him on, and as the monstrous cock was slowly pulled out of my speared rear I let out a long, shaky moan, feeling every bump and vein on the steely rod.
My son didn't pull out as far as I thought he would so when half the length was suddenly shoved back into my newly deflowered ass I couldn't help but squeal out. The sound rang out through the neighborhood, and my only consolation was that anyone hearing it would probably chalk it up to some feral bitch getting mated, refusing to believe that a sentient female would ever make a sound like that, let alone out in the open.
"Shhhh!" I heard my son shush me even as he ground his crotch against my rear. He seemed to pause for a bit and a second later I felt fingers brush against my slit before slipping in past the dripping lips. His fingers felt huge with his cock buried in my ass and I found myself biting my lower lip to stifle another embarrassing squeal. I could hear my pussy squelch wetly as the fingers were pumped in and out for too short a while before my needy snatch was once again left empty.
I was about to beg him to keep playing with my slit when I suddenly felt him lean over me a moment before those strong hands gripped my horns. Before I knew it Jason gave one strong pull and my whole front went flying up as my son effortlessly hoisted me up by my own horns! I felt aghast at the way Jason was manhandling me, but some part of me was thrilled at being at the mercy of such a lusty young bull.
"This'll keep you quiet..." he husked into my ear and a moment later I saw his fingers, still glistening with my juices before he pressed them against my lips. Before I even realized what was happening, my muzzle had opened up, allowing my son to slip the cow-drenched digits into my mouth. Blushing fiercely I nevertheless closed my lips around the fingers, tasting my own honey as I began to gently suckle them. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about being overheard.
I could feel my son snort into the back of my neck, and braced myself for what I knew what was coming. I moaned around the fingers in my mouth as the throbbing bull-rod once again sheathed itself into my ass, my son's hips smacking audibly against my still sore cheeks. Another thrust followed the first, and then another, and another, until my son was fucking my ample rear with the full force of a young bull nearing his prime.
Kneeling behind me he wasn't able to pull more than half of his steely cock out of me but it was more enough to make my eyes roll back into my head as my ass was rutted for the first time, my wet pussy now receiving a spanking of its own as Jason's heavy sack slapped against it with every thrust. I could feel my pillowy butt ripple with every thrust, my breasts bouncing as the grip my son had on my horn kept my back arched and my chest thrust out.
The tantalizing mounds didn't seem to escape Jason's notice, and I soon felt him release my horn as his palm slid downwards, over my cheek, along the line of my neck until it reached one of my heavy teats. Cows have quite sensitive breasts as a rule, and my girls are anything but an exception. I shuddered as I felt my son slowly slide a finger under the strap of the bikini, gently tugging on it until one of my magnificent mammaries had popped free.
I mewled around the fingers in my mouth as his palm slid teasingly down the bouncing mound, my nipple stiffening immediately under his touch. I held my breath as he very gently cupped the heavy breast, the pliant teat so full that even his big strong hand wasn't enough to fully palm it. Still, he grasped it gently, more expertly than a boy his age had any right to, and even managing to catch my stiff little nub between two fingers.
"Now are you going to be a good mommy and keep quiet while you're fucked?" he whispered in my ear, and although I should have been shocked at the way he was talking to me, all I could do was nod eagerly.
Only when his fingers began to slide out of my muzzle did I realize I had been suckling them like a hungry calf, feeling hot little pants leave my mouth now that it was once again empty. Still, I couldn't trust that noisy little muzzle, so I quickly bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as my ass was rutted, managing to restrict myself to little mewling noises coming from my nostrils. I realized I was close to my climax, and more to the point, that I'd never been this close to cumming for this long. My orgasms had always been like a wave that builds up and crashes over me with full force, leaving me floating blissfully in its wake. But now that a bull's cock was pistoning away under my tail, I felt like I was riding that wave, standing on its crest and just waiting for it to come crashing down.
When my son's hand slid lower, freeing my other breast I knew I wouldn't be waiting long. The feeling of him skillfully groping one of my pillowy teats had been almost enough to make me cum, and I knew having the other played with would push me over. Knowing that, time almost seemed to slow down as if it was trying to tease me. I felt the flesh on my chest bounce with every buck of Jason's hips against my poor little rump as his hand landed on the softness of my belly, traveling up the black-and-white expanse at a snail's pace.
I was whimpering now, biting my lower lip so hard that it hurt as I felt those hoof-nailed fingers brush against the underside of my bouncing mound until that strong hand was cupping it firmly, the palm feeling wonderfully hot against the downy fur of by breast and the little batch of bare pink around my nipple. Gripping both my pliant teats in his strong hands he pulled me closer to him, my back pressed against his chest as he groped and squeezed the sensitive mounds.
One hot little huff into the back of my neck was what finally sent me over, a high pitched whine escaping my muzzle as my body shuddered against my son's as my empty little slit gushed, my pucker clenching wildly around the shaft being driven in and out of my now slick ass. My hands flew up, grasping Jason's stronger ones and squeezing them around my sensitive breasts, urging him to grope me harder as my heart beat wildly just beneath the pliant globes.
"Wow! I don't think - ungh! - you ever came this hard when I was rutting your pussy. Well mommy, do you want your little tail-hole bred?" my son asked, grunting into one of my floppy ears as he kept pumping into me savagely all through a mind-bending orgasm. Not daring to open my mouth I just nodded vigorously, nostrils flaring as I fought for breath.
Jason apparently wasn't far behind me, and once I gave him the go ahead he sped up to the point that he was barely pulling out. I marveled at his stamina in my post-orgasmic haze, feeling like I had a jackhammer pounding away between my cheeks, the lightning fast movements making my whole body shake and shudder.
And while my whole body felt (and no doubt looked) like it was made of jello, my eyelids felt like they were made of lead and I wondered briefly if my son would actually fuck me into unconsciousness before he came. As it turned out I managed to endure longer, but just barely. I felt his breath coming in hot huffs against my neck, felt his fingers digging into my sensitive tits as he held me tight against him, and finally I felt that familiar twitching of a bovine rod, albeit in an unfamiliar place.
We groaned in unison when his young cock exploded within my well-fucked ass, sending what felt like pints of warm, gooey bull-milk shooting into my pillowy behind, my pucker stretched so tight around the thick base of his throbbing cock that I was forced to take every hot little drop. I moaned out, a low sound of utter contentment, feeling my son nuzzle my neck as the liquid love he was shooting into me sent a warm sensation spreading through my body. I'd fret about this later since fretting is what I'm good at, but right now I couldn't help but enjoy the sheer bliss of having a bull hold me tight as he emptied that big heavy sack of his into his panting cow.
My son stayed inside me, kissing my neck until his shaft softened and slid out on its own, a trickle of warm cum escaping my ass before my pucker managed to clench up and keep the rest inside. He very gallantly helped me lie back on the recliner, and very wisely laid me out on my front. I suspected strongly that the first thing I would sit on would be an ice pack. He even slid the bikini back in place, so that I looked as decent as I could in the skimpy garment.
"I gotta go and get cleaned up before mom gets back. Don't want miss prim'n'proper catching us like this..." he said, giving me one last kiss before dashing for the house. I just closed my eyes and smiled as a little bit of his cum leaked out of my properly bred tush.