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Satisfying mother 3 FINALI waved at the black limousine. It had a placard with my name on it in the window. It stopped in front of me. I opened the back door and climbed in as an outbound jet roared overhead. I was passing through O’Hare International Airport on my way to make a sales call in Atlanta.”Welcome to Chicago,” said Mother opening her full length fur coat. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and thigh-high stockings. The panties had a smiley face on them and written in yellow above it were the words, “Welcome Home, Son.””Hi, Mom,” I said smiling as my cock hardened. “I sure missed you.” The car pulled away from the terminal as soon as I closed the door. It accelerated to keep pace with the rushing traffic. Mother had arranged for the limo to circle the airport like a 747 waiting to land. She cooed, “It’s been a long month, Baby-boy.” I ensured the privacy widow between us and the driver was closed. Then I leaned over and kissed Mother on the mouth. My tongue hungrily searched for hers. My hand softly knead her supple breast. I gave her nipple a tug which made her gasp.”How long do you have?” she asked.I looked at my watch and grimaced, “Not much, it will take me at least forty-five minutes to get back through O’Hare’s security.””Then we shouldn’t waste another moment.” Mother slipped her arms from her coat and lay back within its folds. She looked like a centerfold posing on a bearskin rug. Her teeth glittered with a model’s smile. Her eyes glazed with lust and urgency. The black cotton material clung to her damp labia as she ran her forefinger up and down her slit.I fumbled to get my shirt unbutton. A button flew off my shirt and landed on Mother’s tummy. “Fuck,” I cursed.Mother giggled and flicked the button into the floor. She raised her hips and pulled her panties off. She handed them to me with an impish grin. “Hurry, Baby, hurry.” Her panties were like a red traffic light. I stopped undressing and brought them to my face and inhaled the fragrance of her excitement. My nostrils flared. The aroma beckoned me onward like a green light. I stuffed the panties in my pocket and ripped my trousers open releasing my cock. My pulse sprinted thru my body speeding blood towards my cock. It bobbed with each beat of my racing heart.Mother grabbed my throbbing tool with one hand as I moved between her open legs. She lightly ran her other thru the narrow strip of ginger pubic above her bald labia. She giggled, “Baby-boy is cleared to land in Mama’s pussy.” She gently squeezed my balls, “Baby-boy these fill so full. Does Mama’s baby need some pussy?””Yes-s-s!” I hissed as I pushed her down on her back. She guided my careening cock into her quivering quim. My cock was engulfed in the warm wet embrace of her cunt as I penetrated it. I again hissed, “Yes-s-s.””Ahh! I…love…your…cock, Tommy!” spouted Mother as I throttled her.I rose up on arms to get better leverage. I looked down at the rapture look of Mother as my cock rested fully seated in her cunt. Her breasts rose and fell like stormy swells on Lake Michigan. I sucked a rigid nipple into my mouth. She gasped with joy. I gently bite it. She cried out chasten.Mother slapped my ass. The smacking sound echoed in the limo. I released her tit and began to pummel her cunt with vicious urgency. She continued to slap my pistoning rear like I was thoroughbred in the 4th race at Arlington Park. She urged, “Faster Tommy, faster.”I buried myself into Mother. Cum spurted from my cock as I crossed the finish line of orgasm. My eyes rolled over and white bolts of pleasure jolted through me like so much G-force. “Muth-her,” I cried in passionate release.She clutched my ass trying to pull more of me into her. She contracted her cunt muscles around my cock milking the remains of my ejaculate from it. “Cum…in Mommy…cum…Tommy.”I collapsed on top of Mother. She wrapped her legs around me. She lifted my face and kissed my lips several times before she whispered in my ear, “I love you, Baby-boy.”Mother looked at her watch and tapped on the privacy glass of the limo. “We need to get you back to the terminal.””You didn’t cum.” I protested.She smiled at me, “That’s okay, Baby-boy. I get pleasure from having you inside me. Feeling you cum is enough for now.”I pulled out of Mother still hard. “Bullshit… I’m sorry Mother…. If I hadn’t cum so quick… maybe you would have too.”She kissed my cheek as I button my shirt, “its okay, Tommy, really. I love you.””I’ll be back for Opening Day. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” I said as I pulled my pants back up. I kissed her deeply. The limo stopped. I broke our kiss, “I love you Mother. I’m sorry it’s been so rushed. I wish it wasn’t like this.”I hopped out of the limo and sped into the terminal. Overhead a jet screamed against the bounds of gravity as it rose skyward. I swore as I bumped into the long line waiting to clear security. I felt like screaming in frustration. “Hey buddy, you might want to fix yourself,” said a man several passengers ahead of me dropping his eyes below my belt. The women in front of me giggled. I looked down, “Oh shit.”My shirt tail was sticking out of the zipper of my trousers. I fumbled with it and zipped material from my shirt up in it and failed to get it to completely clasp. In aggravation I hissed, “Fuck it.”The struggle with my zipper did not go unnoticed by the TSA agent as I approached the metal detector. She eyed me suspiciously and waved for a male agent to escort me out of line. “Got something down your pants, sir?””Just my dick.”The agent just glared at me not appreciating my smart-assed response. “Follow me, sir.”He and another agent took me into a room off to the side. They ordered me to strip. I noticed my shirt wasn’t buttoned correctly either. No wonder the security agents had targeted me. They gave me a full body-cavity search. While one agent violated my personal space the other went thru my clothes he pulled Mother’s panties from my pocket, “Care to explain these…” I couldn’t answer the question until the beefy digit of the agent was pulled from my rectum and I could breathe again. “They belong to my girlfriend. We had quickie in the parking lot.”The two agents glanced knowingly to each other. Then one threw my clothes back at me. The other laughed, “Sorry for any inconvenience. You may want to be completely dressed before you come to the airport next time”I sprinted to catch my plane but was too late. I waited two more hours and caught the next one to Atlanta. While I waited I fingered Mother’s panties in my pocket. I was conflicted. I had enjoyed sex with Mom even though it had been rushed. Yet it left me unsatisfied, wanting more.Mother called me on my cell and thanked me for the flowers I had sent her. She laughed uproariously as I related the story of my airport adventure. She once again told me how much she had enjoyed our time in the limo but I caught frustration in her voice. A couple of weeks later I sat between Mother and Dad at Wrigley Field for the first game of the new baseball season. It was a family tradition that we attend Opening Day. We loved the pageantry of it, but Opening Day was also a state of mind. Dad usually called in sick to work and I had been allowed to skip school for the unofficial holiday when I was a k**. It was early April so Mother wore a loose blue sweatshirt with the Cubs logo on it and skin-tight jeans. She sat in her seat in such a way that her huge boob rest on my forearm. I fought the urge to reach out and squeeze it. My dick was hard for most of the game. I felt guilty sitting next to my father while I lusted after my mother. They both seemed on edge and the excitement of the crowd couldn’t mask the tension between the three of us. The family dynamic had definitely changed. It had been my father that had arranged for me to bed my mother some weeks ago after revealing that he physically couldn’t have sex anymore.A foul ball ricocheted near us somehow Dad came up with the ball thru the throng of fans that had scrambled for it. He was beaming as he showed his trophy to Mother and me. Then with a wink he tossed it to c***d a couple rows down from us. Mother radiated a shared joy with him approving of his generosity. In that moment it dawned on me that Dad had passed his trophy, his most precious possession, his wife and my mother, to me.After watching the game we followed the crowd out of the stadium. I wanted to grab Mother’s hand and take it in mine. I shoved my hands into my pockets to avoid the temptation. I tried to read Mother’s body language but caught mixed signals. She walked close beside me invading my space brushing up against me but she kept her hands flat palmed in her hip pockets. We went to Home Plate Pizzeria not far from the stadium it was crowded and noisy. Dad sat on one side of the table and Mother sat next to me. Dad smiled as he made small talk but his eyes were sad. The only time he really seem animated was when he was telling us about his latest case. He loved being in a court room prosecuting criminals. “I’m going to Guam next week,” he said. “I’m one of the featured speakers at the Pacific Rim Legal Conference.””That’s great, Dad.” I said shoving a piece of deep-dish pizza into my mouth.”Hank, why didn’t you say something sooner? I need to do some shopping if we are going to Guam.”Dad’s eyes shifted to Mother, “You should go to San Diego again Mona. Stay with Tommy while I’m gone.”Mother looked at me and then cast her eyes down to the table, “I should go with you. You’re my husband I need to take care of you.””Mona, I’m not a fucking c***d. I don’t need taking care of.” I was surprised at Dad’s raised voice. Mother jumped like she had been slapped. I looked at her and then back to him livid. “Dad…there’s no need…””Fuck you too, Buddy-boy.””Hank, stop it,” hissed Mother her eyes full of fury.Dad exhaled. His vehemence seemed to leave him. He slumped in his chair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I have a lot on my mind.” He sipped from his glass of water, “Look Mona I want you to go to Tommy’s. I don’t want you home alone. Tommy doesn’t have any sales trips planned next week. Right Buddy-boy?”I shook my head positively. I glanced at Mother but she avoided eye contact.My father continued, bahis siteleri canlı “You can’t come to Guam with me, Mona. No spouses allowed.”Dad turned his attention back to me, “I think Tommy needs you more than I do right now, judging from the flowers and the phone calls. Isn’t that right Tommy?”I fidgeted. “Sure, Dad. I miss Mom.”He smiled triumphant, “See Mona. Tommy needs you to stay with him. You’ve been restless since you gotten back from San Diego. Don’t you need to spend time with your son?””Yes,” she whispered.Dad again beamed in victory. “It’s settled then. I go to Guam. You go to San Diego.”We walked outside the restaurant none of us sure how to proceed. I had booked a room at the historic Chicago Beach Hotel located right on the Lake Front. I had decided not to stay in my parent’s home while I was in Chicago out of respect for my father and fear I might not be able to keep my hands off my mother while I was there. I hailed a taxi. Dad headed for the parking lot where his car was parked. Mother stood between us pulling at her hair. She looked at me anxiously as I opened the cab door, waiting for her. She turned to Dad and watched him retreat down the street slouched. She turned back to me teary-eyed. She spun on her heel and chased after Dad. The sound of her high heels on the pavement was a siren song for me. I watched her ass wiggle in her tight-jeans. The cab driver’s shout broke my reverie. I felt guilty. Dad dragged Mother towards the cab. He signaled me to get in the cab. He pushed Mother in after me tears streaming down his face. He ordered the driver to take off as he slammed the door.Mother clutched me and sobbed. The driver glanced back suspicious in the rear-view mirror. After a bit Mother calmed down and dabbed at her eyes with the shirt-sleeves of her sweatshirt. Black dots from her tear laden mascara stained the blue cloth. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”I hugged her close and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Mom.”She smiled and patted my thigh, “I know you do Tommy. I’m just conflicted.””I’ll take you home. Driver….”He glared back at me in the rear-view mirror.”No!” she shook her head for emphasis her strawberry blonde locks in disarray.The taxi arrived at the hotel and I paid the driver. A brisk breeze was blowing off of Lake Michigan forcing the temperature to drop. I took Mother’s hand and we hurried inside. We rode silently in the elevator up to my room holding hands just enjoying each other’s company. Mother smiled up at me weakly. I giggled at her mussed make-up and pointed into the mirrored wall of the lift.”My goodness I look a sight,” she observed. “Just like a raccoon.”When we arrived in my room I was surprised to see an overnight bag on the king-sized bed. I recognized it as Mother’s. There was a note from Dad that simply said, “Thought you might need a few things. Enjoy yourself. Love Hank.”Mother smiled at me weakly and took the bag off the bed and climbed on it. She patted the spot next to her beckoning me to join her. “Come to Mama.”The bed creaked as I crawled on it. I lay on my back and Mother snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you, Mom.”In a hushed voice she told me, “Your father’s been so emotionally distant since I got back from San Diego. I tried to tell him how the Thornton’s thought we were married. I thought he might get a kick out of that. He just said, you and Tommy do make a cute couple.””Well, Mom it hurts him that he can’t sexually take care of you anymore. That’s a terrible thing, give up sex or your heart will explode.”She nodded, “I know your father loves me deeply or he wouldn’t have convinced you to bed me. I try to comfort him but he acts like just being around me hurts him. He says the only time he feels like a real man is in the court room.”Mother sniffled, wiped her eyes and continued, “I felt so guilty after our tryst in the limo…when I got home for supper… I was sitting at the table with my pussy full of my son’s cum…and my husband making conversation like nothing had happen. He knew I had just fucked you. It’s the elephant in the room we can’t talk about…Like tonight, your father insisted I be with you…and it was devastating him.””I can take you home, Mother.”She kissed my cheek, “You’re sweet Baby-boy. I want to be here with you. I love the way you hold me, the warmth of your body next to mine it’s very comforting.”I gave her a squeeze. “I love you, Mom. I’m sorry you’re so upset. I’m sorry Dad’s upset. I feel like such a creep. Everybody’s miserable.”Eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke as the morning sun peaked above Lake Michigan and filtered through the hotel window. Mother was softly snoring. It made me smile. Her warm breath caressed the skin of my neck. I found it very satisfying waking up next to Mother even without the sex. I gently rolled her over without waking her. I stripped and jumped in the shower. I needed to go to O’Hare after breakfast and catch my flight back to San Diego. I was basking in the warm water when I heard the bathroom door open. I felt the cool air rush in and wrestle with the steam from the shower.Mother pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in with me. She smiled, “Good morning Baby-boy.”Warm water darken her strawberry-blonde hair to a wet reddish shade. Water beaded on her luscious breasts and streamed down her belly to disappear between her nethers. She kissed me passionately her tongue exploring my mouth. She took my breath away.”Thanks for last night,” she said after breaking our kiss.”I didn’t do anything.””You were there for me. You held me. You comforted me.”She traced a fingernail down the length of my hard cock. It nodded like a bobble-head in response. She looked into my eyes with lust, “Love me.”I grabbed her breast and sucked fiercely on its nipple. It was marble hard and I gently bit it. She gasped and arched her back. My middle finger disappeared into the folds of her cunt. She was as wet on the inside as she was on the outside. I pushed my palm against her mons pubis applying pressure to her clit she moaned.”Love me,” she panted. I lifted her up by her ass, a round cheek in each a hand. I impaled her on my hard cock. I went into her pussy until my balls were resting against her butthole.She gasped at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick like a spring trap. She stuck her tongue in my ear then hotly whispered, “Fuck me good, Baby-boy.”With that kind of encouragement I began to pummel her puffy pussy. I pushed her small frame against the shower wall while warm water cannonaded off of our banging bodies. I watched her huge hooters wrangle with gravity with each thrust of my cock.Mother whimpered as I machine-gunned my cock in and out of her gash. It struggled to grip my undulating dick. Her pussy felt so tight, so wet, and so good. I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. She bit my shoulder a shock wave of excitement rippled thru my body. I pushed my cock deep into her. She scratched my back with her fingernails as I flatten her against the wall. Her love-button was exposed and enjoyed the pressure my pelvic. I jammed my finger up Mother’s ass to the second knuckle. She stiffen and screamed at the sudden violation, “I’m cum…cum…cumming.”Suddenly warm liquid shot from her cunt coating us with her ejaculate. It was more than I could stand and I added my own spooge to the mix. Cum spurted in thick ropes of release from my throbbing cock coating Mother’s quaking cunt. My eyes rolled back in my head and flashes of white rocketed thru my brain as blood roared in my ears. My whole body trembled as my knees grew weak. I lowered her fearing I could drop her. “I love you Mom.”By the end of the week Mother had joined me in San Diego. Dad had flown on to Guam to his conference. We soon settled into a domestic routine. We made love everyday often twice a day. While I was at work Mother busied herself around the apartment. She lounged around the pool in the afternoon and adjourned to fix supper for us both in the evening. As time passed I grew remorseful at the thought that she would have to return to Chicago.Mother invited the Thorntons for supper one evening. I was nervous about having my boss and his wife to the apartment but Mother insisted. It was the least we could do after they had treated us to a romantic weekend at the Landmark Hotel. I wasn’t sure we could keep the cougar-wife charade up.The Thorntons enjoyed the meal Mother had prepared and we drank after-dinner brandy on the balcony. You could see the waves of the Pacific rolling into the beach at La Jolla.”You don’t have any wedding pictures?” asked Susan Thornton as she glanced around the living room on the way to the balcony.Mother smiled and truthfully said, “No all my wedding photos are in my home in Chicago.””How is this long-distance relationship working out for you two?” asked my boss lighting up a cigar.”Just fine I get to Chicago now and again and pass through often enough for us to get together.” I replied.”I want you to consider something. I don’t want an answer tonight but I want you two think about it over the weekend and give me answer Monday morning.”Mother looked curiously at me. I nodded and said, “Okay, Boss.””I want to promote you to vice-president of sales, Tommy. You are the best salesman I’ve ever had and I want you to head up the sales department. It will mean a substantial raise and you would get off the road.”Mother gasped, “Oh Tommy a promotion.”She rose from her seat stepped over Susan Thornton’s legs and sat in my lap. She kissed me and said, “How wonderful.”Susan piped in, “What will that do to your relationship? He won’t be coming to Chicago.”Mother looked at her with a sadly, “I don’t know.”Mr. Thornton blew a smoke-ring then said, “Don’t take the promotion if it’s going to hurt your relationship. I’d rather have a happy salesman than an unhappy VP. Let me know your decision Monday.”They left soon after finishing their brandies. I helped Mother clean up. I stacked the dirty dishes by the sink. She washed them and handed them to me to dry and put away. She was quite a sight she had put on yellow rubber gloves that went to her elbows. She had pulled her dress off to keep it from getting messy while we cleaned up. She just wore a tank top canlı bahis and cotton panties.”I think that went well,” I said admiring Mother’s panty-clad ass. Her butt cheeks were peeking out from the leg-holes of her panties and panty material had inched its way into her crack. I got hard.She turned to me. My eyes fell to her ample breasts apparent underneath the translucent tank top. She lifted my chin in her hand until my eyes left her rotund titties and made contact with hers. “Take the promotion.””I won’t get to see you,” I whined.”Tommy, you have to think of your future.”I pouted, “I don’t want a future without you in it. I love you.”Mother leapt into my arms, “I love your too.”She was kissing me forcefully shoving her tongue into my mouth until it wrestled with mine. She struggled to peel the wet rubber gloves off her arms. She hissed in frustration, “Damn it.”I smiled as I watched her big tits sway as she tussled with the gloves. I ripped her tank top down the front. The sound of tearing fabric was followed by Mother’s gasp. I roughly squeezed a tit. It was like a pale melon against her sun tanned torso. I brought it to my mouth to suck on it. “Ohhh, Tommy,” she cried as I nibbled on her nipple.I grabbed the cotton material of her panties and jerked. Her panties torn from her tantalizing tush. I lifted Mother up by her waist and sat her on the counter. I parted her tempting thighs. My eyes glazed with lust as I scanned her pussy. Its lips were puffy and pouting slick with excitement. Her trimmed strip of pubic hair acted as beacon as I lowered my face to naked labia.”Oh-oh,” cried Mother as I gently bit and stretched a pussy lip. I snaked two fingers into her gushing gash and pushed my thumb against her love bundle. I lapped at her pussy like a kitten with a bowl of milk. Mother purred with pleasure. I licked her pucker. Sensing she was ready I jammed a finger into tight asshole and bit gently on her clit. She pounded her fists on my back and screamed in orgasmic relief.I ripped my shirt off buttons flew across the counter and into the floor. I watched as Mother tormented her titties, pulling the nipples like they belonged to a pinball machine. I yanked my trousers off. My cocked bobbed to and fro as I moved between Mother’s luscious thighs.She grabbed my pulsating pecker and guided it into her hot and horny hole. It was like sliding into melted butter. I gasped, “Ah, Mom.””Fuck me, Baby-boy,” she cooed as she felt my balls resting against her butthole.I slowly withdrew my cock from her clutching cunt. Her labia clung to my shaft leaving it wet. I paused just shy of falling out of her. Then I slowly glided back into her until my pubic hair teased her clit.Mother would moan on withdrawal and groan upon insertion. She babbled, “So, big…so hard.”I teased and tantalized her twat for as long as I could then I began to pound her pussy with licentious lust. I watched as Mother dawdled herself while my pecker piston in and out of her.She muttered, “mmmy…puss…mmmy pusssy.”Soon she screamed as another orgasm tore thru her body. Her cunt clamped down on my cock. I buried myself into her. Cum shot from cock like a shotgun blast. She contracted her cunt to milk my cock. I threw my head back and bellowed like a bull, “Mmm…Mama.”I rested my head on Mother’s shoulder as we both descended from climatic heights. I panted like a dog in July. Mother caressed my back, “Mama loves her Baby-boy.”We were lazily laying in bed entwined the next morning. Mother was trying to convince me to take the promotion as I rested my head on bare breasts. There was a knock at the door. I stumbled into my shorts. I slung the door open, “It’s Saturday asshole.””I know its Saturday, Son.”My mouth dropped in surprise. My morning wood wilted in shock. I gawked at Dad like a k** that had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Can I come in?””Yeah sure,” I stammered stepping aside. Dad strode into the apartment purposeful.Mother had put on a short terry-cloth robe. She met Dad in the living room and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. He offered her his cheek. Rebuffed she said, “I’ll start some coffee.”Dad sat on a barstool at the counter and watched Mom piddle with the coffee maker. His sad eyes followed her capricious progress. He said, “I know I’m early and that it’s early in the morning but I needed to talk to you both.””What’s wrong?” asked Mother recognizing Dad’s tone.He smiled, “You know me so well, Mona. I love you so much.””I love you too, Hank. Now what’s this all about?”I felt embarrassed and out of place. I made to leave the room and give them privacy but Dad said, “Don’t go, Buddy-boy this concerns you too.”Mother put mugs of coffee on the counter, “You want breakfast?””No, I need to do this now. I’ve rehearsed it on the plane from Guam all night.””Okay,” said Mother as she sipped her own coffee. She watched Dad intently over the rim of the mug.”Mona, I’m divorcing you.”I spat coffee all over the counter. Mom stood stunned, a tear silently ran down her cheek.”What the fuck, Dad?” I shouted. I towered over him ready to throttle him.”Back-off, Buddy-boy,” Dad said calmly his own eyes teary.”Tommy!” shouted Mother, “Sit down, let your father finish.””Mona, you know I love you. More than anything, I love you. I love you so much I need to let you go.” He wiped at his eyes with his thumbs.Mother handed him a napkin, “I know you love me, Hank.”He smiled weakly at her. “I can’t be the husband you need. I’ll never be able to have sex again. I know our marriage has always been more than just sex but you are a sexual woman Mona, you need sex.”She simply nodded and silently waited for him to continue.”I love you enough to let you go. I know you love me and would stay with me but you wouldn’t be happy and I’m not happy knowing I can’t please you. So I’ve filed for divorce in Guam.”Dad slung his briefcase up on the counter and opened it. He took out a file and extracted a document from it. “To file for divorce in Guam you just have to visit and pay court fees. Guam is a territory of the United States, so its courts are United States jurisdictional courts. The divorces it issues are valid in all of the states of the US. This is your copy of the divorce degree.”Mother looked at him with tears streaming down her face, “Just like that… after so many years?””I didn’t say it was easy but you know it’s necessary. Mona your miserable…these past weeks in Chicago…you’ve wanted to be with Tommy and you’ve felt guilty about it. Isn’t that true?”Mother stomped her foot in frustration. Tears streamed down her face, “Yes it’s true I want to be with Tommy…but…but I took you for better or worse…sickness and health.””I know you did. Now I’m releasing you from that vow. Now you can marry Tommy.”Once again I spewed coffee on the counter. I put my cup down and fetched a towel. “You’re crazy, Dad.”He quizzed, “So you don’t want to marry your mother?”I looked at Mother and said, “Sure, if I could, but it’s i*****l.””You’re lucky I’m your lawyer,” said Dad. He was vibrant again. I witnessed how his manhood was now tied to his lawyering. He had a weak heart but it was the heart of a gladiator. He said, “I could argue that legally you and your mother already have a Common-law marriage.””What do you mean?” asked Mother just as puzzled as me.Dad was in full attorney-at-law mode, “The requirements for a Common-law marriage are as follows: one, both parties mutually consent to enter into a husband-wife relationship; two, the parties conduct leads to a belief that they are married; and three, they cohabitate. As far as I can tell you have met all three requirements.”His summation was met with silence finally I asked, “Is it legal?””When are you going to quit questioning my legal expertise, Buddy-boy? Yes… it is legal the Supreme Court has held in Michigan v. Moore that Common-law marriage is legal.” “So we can just go to a justice-of-the-peace and get married?” I asked.”Not exactly, it’s still i*****l for a son to wed his mother…””I thought you just said that it was legal for me to marry Mom?”Mother slid down the cabinets and sat on the floor. Her pussy peaked from between the folds of her robe. She didn’t try to cover it, “I can’t take this…”I looked at her pussy with lust. Dad did too only his eyes were sad. He turned his gaze towards me, “Your mother and you have too close consanguinity… it violates certain legal martial requirements, so you have to obtain a voidable marriage and not an i*****l marriage.””You lost me,” I said shaking my head.”If we are careful with the documentation, your Common-law marriage will be legal and voidable. Which means if, someone were to find about your consanguinity you couldn’t be arrested for being married. The marriage would just be voided.”I still had a puzzled look on my face. I looked at Mom and she looked back at me. She shrugged and quietly cried. Dad finally said, “Trust me.”Mother jumped to her feet and slapped Dad, it echoed like a gunshot. “Trust you… trust you. First you arrange to have our son bed me. Trust you….then you divorce me so our son can marry me, a marriage which would be quasi-legal at best. Fuck you, Hank. Fuck you.”She ran into the bedroom crying. She slammed the door it thumped like artillery going off.”She’ll be alright,” said Dad. He went around the counter and got himself more coffee. He poured more into my mug. “I don’t get it. Why divorce her?”He took a sip of coffee and said, “There can be no beginning without an ending. I love your mother. She’s not happy. She feels trapped and guilty about it. She loves you like a lover…not a mother. She needs to begin a life with you. Don’t you love her like a lover?”I nodded.He looked at his watch. “I have to catch a flight to Vegas. If you want…bring her to the Stone Wedding Chapel. I’ll be at the Sands Casino until midnight. If you want my help to marry her….either way our divorce is final.””I don’t understand you, Dad.” I said.”I need a new beginning too, Son. The only time I feel like a man is when I’m in the court room. I got maybe another 10 or 15 years left to live. I want to live them out like a man. I can’t do that as your mother’s husband. Every time I look at her I feel less a man.””Isn’t there another way?”He shook his head as he bahis siteleri closed his briefcase, “It’s funny I make my living explaining facts. Somehow I come up short explaining this…I’m sorry. I love you and I love your mother.”Dad turned to leave. Mother rushed from the bedroom and into his arms. They hugged and cried. He patted her back and said, “I love you, Mona. It’s for the best…you can see that can’t you.”Mother shook her head and said, “I’m sorry…””Don’t be sorry. Be happy. I want you to be happy. I think you’ll be happy with Tommy.””Tommy will want c***dren…I can’t give him any.”Dad smiled, “Yes you can. Your fallopian tubes collapsed there’s nothing wrong with your uterus. You can use Tommy’s sperm with a donor egg and have the embryo implanted in vitro.”She looked into his eyes and knew his mind was made up, “You’ve thought of everything. You had this in mind from the start?”He shook his head, “Not from the start …it sort of evolved after you mention the Thorntons. I saw how miserable you were …that’s when I came to terms with how miserable I was… how miserable Tommy must been. Divorcing me and marrying Tommy is the best way to end everyone’s misery.”Dad kissed Mom on the forehead and left. She shivered as the door closed absolute. Mother turned to me with tears running down her face. I embraced her tightly. She trembled in my arms as her body was racked with sobs.After she calmed down I asked, “What do you want to do?””I don’t know. Your father has made up his mind. He’s divorced me in his mind and heart it doesn’t matter whether I agree or not. Your father is right about one thing every one of us has been miserable and we need to do something about it.”I brushed the hair from her face and looked into her eyes, “Do you want to get married?”She blinked, “I love you Tommy. Do you think your father’s quasi-legal scheme will really work?”I shrugged, “Do you know a better lawyer?”She smiled, “No I don’t. Yes I would love to become your wife.”With a grin I added, “I’ll tell Mr. Thornton that I’ll take the promotion.”We flew to Las Vegas. We went to the Stone Wedding Chapel as soon as we landed. While Mother looked for a wedding dress in the bridal shop I called Dad. He told me he would join us. Dad showed up with a big grin on his face. “Nice tuxedo.””Mother thought the occasion called for one.”He nodded, “I’m so glad you two decided to follow my advice. Where’s your mother?”I pointed to the bridal shop just as Mother came out the door wearing an ivory mini-wedding dress. The dress was short and didn’t cover the top of the off-white thigh-high stockings she wore. My cocked hardened as I thought of the treasure that lay between the flash of thigh just above the stockings. The dress was strapless and forced her big boobs to form a deep valley of cleavage. She wore strappy heels and a veil. She was a vision that took my breath away. She smiled impishly, “A bit risqué I know but I wanted to be a sexy somewhat slutty cougar-bride for Tommy. He wants guys to envy him because he gets to nail me. Don’t you think a wife should please her husband, Hank?”A newly married groom eye-balled Mother as he passed us in the hall he said, “Way to go, Dude.”Dad chuckled, “You always pleased me. Mona you are radiant you must be happy.” He crocked his elbow, “And with your permission I’d like to give the bride away.”Mother took his pro-offered arm, “I think you already have but, if you want to make it official.”He smiled and handed a file to me, “Have the minister sign this…it’s a marriage contract, not a marriage license. A marriage contract proves you’re entering into a husband-wife relationship. It’s for legalizing your Common-law marriage. If you use a Marriage License, you would commit an i*****l act.””So it’s just about the paperwork?” I queried.Dad smiled, “You’d be surprised how often that’s the case. Paperwork was what brought down Al Capone.”The chapel was crowded. Saturday seemed to be a big wedding day in Vegas. We made small talk and waited our turn. It was an odd situation but somehow it felt natural. Dad loved Mother enough to give her to me. Our turn to marry came.”Who gives this woman to this man?” asked the minister.Dad replied with a confident voice and a gleam in his eyes, “I do.”The minister turned to Mother and asked, “Do you take this man to be your husband?”Smiling she slipped the ring on my finger and said, “I do.”He turned to me, “Do you take this woman to be your wife?”I nodded placed the ring on Mom’s finger and said, “I do.” “By the power invested in me by the State of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride…Next couple, please.”Mother lifted her veil and I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. blood rushed to my cock. Mother ground her pelvic on my cock and then broke our kiss. We got out of the way of the next couple.Dad shook my hand, “Congratulations Son, I know you’ll make her happy.” He turned to Mother, “May I kiss the bride?”She nodded and he kissed her for the last time on the lips. “I’ll miss you, Mona…Tommy will make you happy.”Mother nodded, “I’ll miss you too Hank. I hope you’ll be as happy as Tommy and I.””I rented the Honeymoon Suite at the Sands for you two as wedding present. The Chapel provides a limo to take you there now. I’ll go and head to the airport. If you need anything give me a call.” With that Dad jumped into a cab and left.Mother and I climbed into the back of the limo and headed to the Sands Hotel and Casino. I asked her, “Are you okay?””Sad and happy,” she said. “Sad that one marriage ends and happy that a new one has begun.”She kissed me deeply her tongue wrestled with mine. She moved her hand down my torso into my lap and gently squeezed my throbbing cock. “I can’t wait to consummate our marriage, Baby-boy. I’m so wet.”The limo arrived at the Sands and we practically ran thru the lobby to the elevator. I opened the door to the Honeymoon Suite. I lifted Mother up into my arms and carried her across the threshold. I set her down and closed the door.I turned from the door and watched her as she removed her veil. Then she unzipped her wedding dress and let it fall to the floor leaving her in a translucent thong. Her trimmed thatch of pubic hair pointed the way to her luscious labia that clung wetly to her damp thong. Her round pale breasts contrasted against her dark sun-kissed body. She tweaked her hard nipples between her forefinger and thumb. She cooed and her eyes glimmered with lust. She walked towards me not taking her eyes off of mine. Her hips seductively swayed from side to side. She stopped in front of me and pulled my face to hers. Her kiss was passionate and filled with yearning. She took my hand and led me into the suite. Her ass wiggled wantonly with each step. “I love you, Mom.” She smiled and began to unbutton my shirt. “I love you too, Baby-boy.”I squeezed her breasts like the ripe melons they were. I tugged hard on her nipple.She tutted, “Let me undress you… I want to pleasure you…. I want to be your submissive wife.”She squatted in front of me and released my bobbing cock from my trousers. She took it in hand and jerked it until I moaned. Her eyes twinkled as she teasingly ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I resisted the urge to cum. She sucked the purple helmet of my cock into her mouth. She tongued my piss-lit causing me curl my toes to keep from cumming again. Soon she was bobbing her head on my cock like a banshee. She gently rolled my balls like they were dice from the casino crap table. Her fist was flying on the part of my shaft she couldn’t fit into her mouth.Before I could bust my nut Mother spit my cock out of her mouth. She rose to her feet and pulled her thong down. It clung to her soaking slit and resisted her tug. She got them down and stepped out of them. She threw them to me. I lifted them to my face to inhale her aroma. I loved the seductive sight of her slit highlighted at the juncture of her stocking clad legs.Mother crawled on the bed and assumed the kowtow position. Her arms outstretched before her with her nose on the bed. Her knees were drawn under her pushing her precious pooter in the air. In this position she was offering me her puffy pussy and proud pucker. She hissed, “Take me Tommy take me.”I stripped the tuxedo letting it fall on the floor. I crawled on the bed behind her pro-offered posterior. I pointed my cock at her cunt and slowly slid myself into her. The wet luxuriate feel of her pussy drove me to near lunacy. My breath labored in lust, “Your pus…pussy feels soo good.”She contracted her cunt muscles around my hardness and panted, “Hard…cock…big…good.”Within moments I slid my dick back until the head of my cock threatened to fall out of her then I glided it back until my pubic hair tickled her asshole. She would “ahh” on the uptake and “ohh” on the downturn. I picked up the pace and Mother began to diddle her clit.I wormed a finger into Mother’s buffeting butthole. It was saturated with seepage from her snatch. She grunted a gripe at the sudden violation. I pinched her nipple. She diddled herself faster then pushed hard against her clit. I pulled her nipple. Her eyes widen then blinked. She threw her back and howled in orgasmic release her cunt spasm in rhythm to her yowls. She huffed and buffed, “That…was… amazing.”I paused and choked, “I love you Mother.”She whispered submissively, “Fuck me, Baby, fuck me good.”I stabbed my dick into Mother’s asshole clear to my bloated balls. She let out a gasp her mouth an O in rapture of pain and pleasure. I began thrusting into her with abandon. Her cries only fueled my desire. I fucked her harder. My cock plunged again and again into her ass propelling my passion. I felt my dick begin to twitch. I pulled her hair until she arched her back allowing me bury myself into her to the hilt. She cried out a protest. Cum spurt from my cock and coated the walls of Mother’s innards. “Fill me…fill me… fill me with your cum,” she cried. My balls tightened and then relaxed as more cum shot from my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. White light flashed behind my eyes. I bellowed in sweet climatic release, “Mama.”I fell off of Mother spent. I lay on my back panting and gasping for breath. Mother cuddled up to me. She kissed me. She ran her fingers across my skin it tingled at her touch. I hugged her close. We basked in post-coitus bliss.Mother looked into my eyes and smiled, “I have never been so satisfied as I am right now. I love you, Tommy.”I smiled back, “I love you too.”

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