All Chapters of A Whisper of Endless Desires: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

The lust and heat in her face were overwhelming. I pulled us both from the bed, my jizz dripping down her inner thighs in small rivers. I bent Mom over the bed and, using all our fluids, penetrated my mother's asshole. I slid my cock head in past her anal ring, slowly not to hurt her, and waited for her to relax before slowly beginning to short stroke at first. As she warmed up and her asshole loosened enough, I started pumping full strokes and depth. Mom was moaning again in no time. Every time I bottomed out, my balls slapped her clit, further stimulating her.The heat and tightness of my mother's hot, tight asshole was incredible, but the sounds of her getting reamed were what really drove me on. By the end, I was pounding her ass just as hard as I had her pussy. Her hands were clinched in the sheets, and she was beyond words. She was moaning and groaning her pleasure at being pounded and used so thoroughly by her loving son. Occasionally, she would squeak out an "Oh, Jimmy." With

We reset our clothing, and after another twenty minutes, we decided to leave, as neither of us knew what was happening in the movie. We grabbed some lunch to-go from Arby's in the food court and headed home, once again comfortably holding hands. The day had become even more beautiful, and I put the top down for our ride home. Mom let her hair blow in the breeze of our movement, reinforcing the look of her younger age as we went.When we arrived home, it was less frantic than the day before. I still pulled her into a hot, steamy kiss once in the garage, even before closing the outer door. We walked inside holding hands again, taking our lunch to the kitchen counter. Having a new thought, I placed the food in the microwave to keep it warm.After removing my hoodie, I took Mom's hand and led her to the dining table.I sat down with her in front of me, her back to the table and her luscious ass at its edge. Looking into her eyes, I slipped my hands up her soft, creamy thighs under her ski

I watched her as much as I watched the movie, as different funny and poignant scenes played out. We continued to sip our wines but equally kissed when commercials came on. When it was over, Mom grabbed the remote and flipped it back to regular cable and onto a music channel playing soft rock. It started with the perfect song, 'Hello' by Lionel Ritchie.Then, Mom stood and put her hand out, saying, "Dance with me, Jimmy." I grinned and took her hand. We stepped over between the TV and coffee table and gently swayed together as we danced to several songs, rubbing, caressing, and kissing away. After those songs, we paused for a sip or two of our wines before returning to dancing.When our wine was gone, Mom took me by the hand and led me back to her bedroom. We quickly remade the bed with fresh sheets, leaving all the dirty stuff in the corner for tomorrow. When the bed was ready, Mom turned to me and said, "Take my robe off, Jimmy."I stepped to her, kissing her first, and then slowly p

"Sorry, Gretch. My Mom is here, and we are dealing with a family crisis. Maybe next time, okay?" I say, smiling at my sometimes lover.She grins back, nodding at my plan for the future. "No problem. Take care of your Mom, Wade. I'm glad you are such a good man and that your priorities are in the proper order. It's what drew you to me initially, anyway." She strokes my hand gently as she accepts the tip. Smiling more, she turns away to head for her next delivery.I grin as I watch her tight ass walk away before taking the pie into my mom and the couch. I grab a couple more 'Teas' and park on the couch with Mom. Looking at each other with renewed grins as we hunch over the pizza, lightly elbowing each other, being silly to get to the pizza first. I open the box, and we both reach for our first slices. I intentionally go for the same one as Mom for a brief, silly tug-of-war before letting Mom have the slice with her giggling at us returning to being us.We inhale those first slices to ma

"You can borrow anything of mine you need, Mom. You don't have to ask either. Just don't keep it like Gretchen did with a few of my T-shirts. Hint, hint, wink, wink." I tell her, grinning like a fool at the end."You mean I can't keep the shirt from last night? Well damn." Mom grins back at me. We hug again, laughing at our shared silliness.We head to her bedroom to get many of her work clothes. I take her pantsuits and work skirts on hangers to the car. She keeps a hanger bar in the trunk for the few work travel trips she has on occasion. After getting the bar up and the clothes hung, I returned inside to Mom's packing a suitcase with her blouses and underthings. The underthings I see are quite frilly and sexy. I briefly imagined Mom wearing some of them for me before shaking the thought away. She points me to a few more hanging items, and I hump them to the car.Soon, she has the suitcase packed and a gym bag beside it that I know has Mom's workout clothes and maybe a few towels. A