Master Of Time

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 p.u.s.s.y 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 m.o.a.ns as her sharp nails try and fail to dig themselves into my flesh.

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

It is necessary to bring absolute p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to the both of us.

Only I am in blissful p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e at the moment.

My dangling t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s repeatedly slap against her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s 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 c.u.n.t to squeeze my c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.k 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 w.o.m.b with my seeds just yet. I want to enjoy all of this a bit more.

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 c.h.e.s.t heaves when she isn't being f.u.c.k.e.d 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 c.u.n.t slowly and methodically.

"I love you too, Stephanie."

I response as I press my h.i.p.s 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 c.o.c.k just fit perfectly, as it apparently meant to be.

Our heated bodies did the same, squashing against each other. Those firm t.i.t.s of her feel so nice against my c.h.e.s.t.

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 i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.e 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.

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 h.i.p.s buckle to resume the l.u.s.tful 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 c.u.n.t. It used to be a shade of lovely pink.

"Oh God, Max. F.u.c.k me. Ugh. F.u.c.k me. Oh. Your c.o.c.k 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.

There is no longer any pain.

And her p.u.s.s.y completely drown my c.o.c.k in her nectar. I have no idea how many times she has o.r.g.a.s.ms, but it must have been more than handful.

I haven't even c.u.m 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! F.u.c.k! I'm going to c.u.m. I'm going to c.u.m."

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. C.u.m inside me, Max. Give me your baby batter. Let me feel it, please. Ah."

I could feel her juices streaming down my rod to my contracting balls. I am about to c.u.m any second now, and if my mother wishes to feel me flooding her w.o.m.b to the brim, then she will feel me filling her w.o.m.b with myself.

It isn't like my mother could get pregnant since all my s.p.e.r.m are dead the moment they enter her body.

Selene is making sure of that.

Besides, Legion is telling me that it isn't her menstrual cycle, so the chance of her getting pregnant is next to zero percent.

With all that in mind, I exhale deeply and cup both of her a.s.s cheek, lifting her into the air. Her legs fall away around my waist, but remain held up by my strong arm.

My mother blink as I proceed to split her c.u.n.t open while standing up. She gasps and m.o.a.ns in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Her hands and arms embrace my upper body for support while I jackhammer away.

Within seconds, my c.o.c.k jerks excitedly, and I nest myself within her c.u.n.t fully with a roar. Milky goodness explodes out of the mushroom tips as my balls contract and pump everything out within them.

"Oh God. So hot. It's so hot, Max. Ah!"

My mother calls out. Her eyes roll upward slightly as her w.o.m.b is flooded to the brim. Her body soon shudders, and her c.u.n.t tightens around my rod of steel, milking me.

My mother pulls me into a lover kiss as I did so.

It instantly bring me to hardness once more, as my balls work overtime to produce creamy milkshakes.

As our kiss deepens, I slowly let my young mother down onto the bed once more before shifting her legs over my shoulders, one on each side.

And when our lips are finally parted, my hands grab hold her legs, pressing her knees against her b.r.e.a.s.ts as I plunge downwards into her well with my entire frame and weight.

Mixtures of love juices and c.u.m erupt right out of her overfilled p.u.s.s.y as it is forced to accommodate my full erection. The mixtures slime down onto the bed and sheet between the valley of her a.s.s.

In this position, I could go much deeper into her w.o.m.b, forcing her to feel a new kind of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

It also angles perfectly.

And with her hands holding onto my waist and back while mine are holding my upper body up and locking her legs onto my c.h.e.s.t, I begin to plow her c.u.n.t in earnest.

Her shapely a.s.s bounces on the bed each time I slam myself into her quite heavily and forcefully.

The huge amount of c.u.m that I have dumped into my mother really helps me nailing her with my hard c.o.c.k.

Sloshing sounds could be heard each and every time I displace my steamy spunk inside her hole, bringing her to o.r.g.a.s.mic p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

And soon enough, I refill her already flooded p.u.s.s.y with a vicious roar. But despite the explosive ejaculation, I continue to hammer home without any reservation.

My mother claws into my back as her mind is wreck with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, and she did not get a moment of pause as her legs slide to both side of me, landing onto the bed.

My hands then slither themselves around her back and pull her entire body upwards along with myself into a scissor position.

And with our h.i.p.s completely locked, I give my mother a kiss and help her legs fold against the bed. I also shift into a more comfortable position.

"Bounce on my c.o.c.k, Stephanie. Make me c.u.m again."

I request when I retreat from her lips and falling backwards, resting on the bed. My mother is now straddling my c.o.c.k, cowgirl style.

She looks down at me in the new position as my hands gropes her beautiful c.h.e.s.t then run along her shapely body before embracing her a.s.s, cupping it nicely.

My mother nods slowly before lifting herself up and then dropping herself onto my c.u.m-covered shaft and letting out a m.o.a.n.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenches my c.o.c.k tightly.

And soon enough, she gropes her own c.h.e.s.t, playing with her assets as she bounces on my c.o.c.k with blissful p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

It really makes me harder.

I help her by holding onto her waist and hammering my c.o.c.k upwards into her p.u.s.s.y.

It didn't take long for me to fill her hot c.u.n.t full of my seeds once more. If I wasn't infertile, she would definitely be pregnant with so much c.u.m that I have pump into her.

Even so, my mother continues to impale herself onto my c.o.c.k, and I remain completely hard, filling her passage in full.

It is just so hot, seeing my mother like this, especially when she is bouncing onto my c.o.c.k.

And in this moment, I wish that I could tell her exactly who she is in relation to me. But I don't think she will handle that well, at least not at first.

It might even shatter her world.

My mother eventually fall forwards and squashes her well-endowed c.h.e.s.t against me and give me an affection kiss, but I think that is because she is actually getting tired.

Unlike me, my mother is still an mortal after all.

I return the kiss regardless before rolling her to her side and then back until I am on top of her again.

Her legs are warped around my waist again, but weakly this time around.

Nevertheless, I proceed to f.u.c.k my mother hard and fast with all the d.e.s.i.r.e to fill her inside with myself once more.

However, it is different this time around.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

I groan as I reach climax, but I pull back until only my c.o.c.khead is still being nested inside her.

My mother pants heavily as she looks up at me. Even in a complete daze, she is wondering why did I stop.

I run my fingers along her face, cupping her cheek.

A smile plasters on my face before I lean in closer.

My mother tries to kiss me but I didn't return the gesture.

"I love you, mum."

I whisper into her ear, causing her eyes to widen slightly before I spear her well-pounded c.u.n.t and let everything out without any restrain.

Her mind is immediately filled with questions, but even so, she could only utter a l.u.s.tful sound as I fill her entire body with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

It really is a lot hotter for my mother to know who I am.