153 Forever in a Day 2 (1/2)

My mother is tight, so very tight, and so very hot.

She grips my arms and shoulders for much needed support and comfort as I proceed to hammer her pussy with utter abandonment, coating my steel rod in her blood and sweet nectar.

”Ah. Max. Ah. Slow. Slowdown. Ah. Oh God. Ugh. Ah.”

My mother implores breathlessly between screams ad moans as her sharp nails try and fail to dig themselves into my flesh.

I reply by speeding up and pounding that tight and wet pussy with an even greater force and recklessness, forcing my mother to scream out in pain.

It is necessary to bring absolute pleasure to the both of us.

Only I am in blissful pleasure at the moment.

My dangling testicles repeatedly slap against her buttocks as I sink deeper and deeper into her soaking honey pot and spreading her wet walls to fully accommodate me.

My mother has no choice but to get used to my thickness and lengthiness.

I squeeze out a groan from my throat each time I bottomed out inside my mother, allowing her hot cunt to squeeze my cock tightly and nicely.

She feels so warm, so very warm, and there is just something very arousing about filling her with myself.

It urges me to fuck my mother harder and faster.

And only when the surging sensation makes themselves known within my balls that I actually slow down and allow my mother some breathing room and a moment of contemplation.

I didn't want to fill her womb with my seeds just yet. I want to enjoy all of this a bit more.

Actually, I want to cum all over her body and face, marking her as mine for now and forever.

My mother is already mine, but words are cheap, actions mean a lot more, especially when I have evidence to back it up.

Her eyes matches mine while her chest heaves when she isn't being fucked into mindlessness. She swallows the lump in her throat before whispering my name.

”Max. I love you. I love you so much.”

Beads of sweats descend down her face, chin, neck and body as I continue to spear her cunt slowly and methodically.

”I love you too, Stephanie.”

I response as I press my hips tightly against her body.

Her hands reciprocate by running along my back and shoulder, going right up to my neck and head. She grabs two fistful of my hair.

I obviously didn't need my mother to plead and spread my lips against hers in full display of affection, allowing our tongues to dance and twirl in utter delight once more.

And as I exchange fluids with my mother orally, I continue to gently sheath my meaty sword into her snatch, nesting in nicely within her body. My cock just fit perfectly, as it apparently meant to be.

Our hips kiss and grind against each other.

Our heated bodies did the same, squashing against each other. Those firm tits of her feel so nice against my chest.

While I taste her mouth, I could hear everything going on in her mind. She wishes me to give her a daughter, a beautiful daughter.

The one that she had saw in her dream.

Unfortunately, I have already made up my mind about this. If I impregnate my mother, I would have to remain here with her to welcome my child into the world.

It would be a fatherly thing to do.

And besides, it is only fair to treat Adria the same as Antigone.

Speaking of Antigone, I haven't seen her for weeks, relatively speaking. My daughter is sleeping in her room back at my home in New York City where I have left her.

Since I miss Antigone greatly, I am certain that I will miss Adria should she is born to my mother. They are both my daughter after all, and I am really not one to favor one over the other.

And while my mother loves me dearly, I shouldn't bring her with me to the prime-reality. Her life is here in this reality, and she certainly will be more happier here.

Of course, I will not leave my mother heartbroken after what she had been through. What I have forced her through.

It is all for her to love me, and in turn ascends into a Goddess and becomes the worship of the world. Besides, a God always must have a Goddess.

That said, I honestly didn't plan to make love to her, and I admit that it did not feel wrong whatsoever.

”Stephanie. You are so beautiful. So very beautiful.”

I acknowledge whisperingly once our lips are parted.

Her breaths wash along my facial features as my hips buckle to resume the lustful pounding, rather slowly at first before picking up speed, rapidly.

It didn't take long for me to hammer home hard and fast, forcing juices to gush out of her redden cunt. It used to be a shade of lovely pink.

”Oh God, Max. Fuck me. Ugh. Fuck me. Oh. Your cock fills me out, so much, so much!”

My mother calls out as her head and hair are thrown backwards while her hands are holding tightly onto my neck for support.

Her legs are now wrapped around my strong waist and lower back, urging me to fill her with myself more and more, which I am.

My mother is fully immersed in the pleasure now.

There is no longer any pain.

And her pussy completely drown my cock in her nectar. I have no idea how many times she has orgasms, but it must have been more than handful.

I haven't even cum once yet.

And to change that, my hand grip her waist, holding her tightly as I hungrily drive meat rod into her hard, deep and fast, quickly bringing myself to the edge amongst the slapping and groaning.

”Ugh! Fuck! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum.”

I call out and try to pull out to mark her like I have said, but her legs tighten around my waist, refusing to let me go.

And while I could break out with little to no effort, it would hurt her. I don't want to hurt my mother.

A good son should never hurt his mother and gives her everything that she ever wants. That is the filial piety talking.

”Inside. Please. Cum inside me, Max. Give me your baby batter. Let me feel it, please. Ah.”

My mother hastily calls out as her pussy convulses. The brutally pounding that I have just done has brought her to orgasmic pleasure.