I'm a legitimate motherf***** Part 3 Of 4 | 2016

Dinner was akward that night. We all sat silently, shoveling food in our mouths to give us an excuse not to talk. Once the last spoonful of mashed potatoes had been finished off, Lana went to relax in the living room as Walter went off to deliver his mom a plate he had made for her. This was my best chance to talk to Marie and clear the air so I offered to help with dishes.

"We need to talk." I told Marie. "About what?" She responded never taking her focus off the dirty pan that was caked onto it. "We don't have to play this game." I remarked. "Then don't play it." Marie said nonchalantly still struggling to scrape the burnt cheese from the pan. No matter how hard she scrubbed, it was something that wasn't coming off which was ironically relevant to our situation. "I'm worried you'll crack and spill the beans over this. This is an incredibly hard thing to have to carry for the rest of our lives. We have to keep it together. Do you understand?" I asked. Marie angrily dropped the pan in the sink. "I'm 47 years old, you're 24. You're still a fucking kid! You don't think I realize the gravity of the situation? I slept with my daughter's boyfriend. My possible future son in law. I had feel..." Marie said as she looked away from me realizing what she was about to admit. "It was more than just sex for me too. Honestly, it is some of my fondest memories." I comforted her as I caressed her cheek. "Look, we spent a lot of time together and shit happened. You have Lana back and I still have Walter. I'm not proud but I don't regret it." Marie said, her tone softened.

"Everything okay in here?" Lana's voice startled us. "Yeah, your mom had something splash in her eye and I was trying to make the burning go away." I lied. I wasn't fond of lying, especially about this. The deed was done and for the rest of our relationship, I would have to lie.

Lana was none the wiser to Marie and I's conversation. I must have taken the longest shower of my life when I got home. All I could think about was the roller coaster that was the past month. I had the same feeling I felt after every other roller coaster with loops and twists. My stomach felt uneasy and I needed time for it to settle. What had Lana turned me into? I had made a "career" of lies and embellishments to appear more than what I am. Lana saw all through it and tried to make me see the hero I was inside. I was beginning to feel actual remorse and guilt.

I exited the shower and entered my room and Lana's big ass was on display bent over on the bed. She looked at me with the most sinfully innocent grin. "God do you know how long I have been like this waiting for you...waiting for that?" She said as she pointed at my cock that had become stiff at the sight of Lana.

Let me paint the picture. Lana was plus size. She had just the perfect sized thighs and ass. Her sweet pink pussy was the only thing seperating the two. She ran her index finger from right below her asshole to her clit before using it in a "come hither" motion.

I spanked her ass as she moaned in pleasure. My hand print glowed red on her ass. I slid into her as she groaned remembering how good my dick felt in Mthere after the time apart. It took a couple good fucks since she had been back home but her pussy was regaining her memories. I slowly began thrusting as i wrapped a handful of her brown hair around my knuckles. "Mmm. Oh oh. Shit baby!" She moaned taking my thrusts as best she could. A month without sex had tightened her pussy up and needed to be broke back in. Her toes curled as they dangled off the side of the bed. Her legs gave out as she flattened on the bed. She gripped the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white. I looked down to watch my dick pull out to the last 1/4th of an inch of the tip and slammed the entire shaft right back into her. Lana's body tensed as her cum squeezed out between the space between her pussy lips and my cock. I pulled her hair causing her head to raise as I slipped my arm around her throat in a Rear Naked Choke position. She loved that shit. Lana's favorite thing was to be choked to the brink of passing out and riding out the orgasms. Lana dug her nails into my arms as I squeezed tighter and pounded harder. Lana's eyes rolled backwards raising her hand preparing to tap out. That same familiar feeling was building in my cock and I could feel her pussy getting tighter as she prepared for one last orgasm. Lana couldn't take anymore and tapped out as released my hold and my cum on the small of her back.

"Shit. Fuck me like you missed me next time." Lana said coyly with a smile. After a moment of rest to get her composure, Lana got up, my cum running down the back of her Thigh. "Where's a towel to clean this off?" She asked. "Should be a black one by the hamper." I replied. Lana lifted up the towel and saw her clothes Marie borrowed from our first romp. Lana turned to me with the clothing in her hand. "Do you know if this is clean or not?" Lana inquired before sniffing it. "That's wierd.....

"It smells like my Mom's perfume."