It was stuffy as hell in that elevator, mostly due to the fact that it was packed tight with people. I definitely had my reservations about whether this situation was safe or not. And judging by mom's grimacing expression, she was having similar thoughts.
Thirty people were packed into an elevator designed to hold ten comfortably. The way we were all crammed in together, you couldn't even breathe without jostling someone. I was stuck at the far back of the elevator, with mom pressed tightly in front of me. To my left and right were two guys in suits, and around them were more business people. It looked like I was the only one in there not in a suit, though that didn't bother me at the moment as my shorts and t-shirt were definitely much more comfortable in the stuffiness of the elevator.
For what seemed like the fifth time I wondered why I had agreed to come with my mom to her job this morning. It was Friday after all, not to mention the start of a four day weekend. I was off from school and had major plans, like a weekend-long session playing the new Warcraft expansion. But my mother had asked me to come into work with her so that I could help move some of her stuff into her new office; she had been promoted the week before and would be moving to a more spacious workplace. Being the loving son that I was, and the fact that she offered to pay me twenty bucks, I agreed.
Speaking of my mother, she was currently pressed up tightly against my front, her face just a few inches short of my own. As she breathed, her warm breath blew softly across my cheek while her considerable chest rubbed softly up and down on my own. I shamefully admit to having not so innocent thoughts about my mother in the past, and believe me, if you had ever seen her you wouldn't blame me. She is, for all intents and purposes, a major MILF. She has long, light blond hair, which was currently tied up in a classy yet sexy way that left several strands loose here and there. She spent two hours three times a week at the gym, which kept her body nice and tight, with well-toned legs, firm ass, big, generous tits, and soft but well formed tummy. The light gray suit that she wore definitely hugged her lush curves quite nicely. Her dark green eyes sparkled with intelligence and allure, and the little librarian glasses she wore just completed the entire delicious package.
So yeah, I'm a sick bastard for perving out on my mom. She was a gorgeous woman though, and I was a hot-blooded young American male. It's nature. Plus, the fact that she was pressed up so tightly against me, her warm soft body rubbing so nicely against mine with every subtle movement, didn't help matters. While her head turned away, in what I guess was a vain attempt at peeking backwards to check the elevator display to see what floor we were on, I took a quick glance down. Mom wore a white blouse along with her suit, and had left a few buttons open so that some of her cleavage could peek through. The up-close and personal view that I was provided though showed much more. With her tits pressed so nicely against my chest, they were almost ballooning upwards causing the blouse to part slightly. I was afforded a great display, for I could see all the way down her shirt and her majestic breasts, confined quite snugly in a lacy black bra, were open to my scrutiny. It was a wonderful panoramic view of epic proportions, a landscape of tit flesh and cleavage surpassing any natural wonder. Oh, how I've lusted after these breasts for so long, ever since puberty hit and the bumps on women's chests suddenly became so much more fascinating. I felt my dick start to inflate, not that it was soft to begin with since all her rubbing up against me had caused quite a stir down south. But now it grew to a more rigid state, hard enough to rub up against her thigh. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, as she didn't say anything.
My eyes ate up as much of the cleavage show as time afforded, before they shot up again when mom turned her head back to me. She had a frustrated look on her face, and she shifted up and down on her high-heeled feet, pressing her big boobs even more roughly against me and unknowingly stimulating my penis with her soft, smooth thigh.
"This damn elevator takes forever," she whispered to me, her breath blowing across my lips.
Said elevator then stopped, the doors opening and letting some people out, but to everyone's annoyance, even more people came in. Several folks complained, telling them to wait for the next one, but as with most businesspeople, time is money and they could not afford to be late to their meetings/presentations/golf appointments. As the last person, who was a rather rotund man in a suit that looked one size too small, stepped into the elevator, the space between everyone became even more cramped. I was smashed back fully against the wall of the elevator, and poor mom was sandwiched even more tightly between me and the back of an annoyed looking Japanese guy with slicked-back hair.
Mom sighed in annoyance, her cheek rubbing against mine. I, however, was less annoyed. Her body was now all but on top of me; her boobs were squished up firmly against me, and I could definitely feel every ounce of their wonderful softness. Even better was the fact that one of her legs had slipped up between mine, her firm thigh pressed directly against my groin. The sensation caused my dick to become hard as steel, the growth causing my length to find its way out of the front slit in my boxers to inch itself down the right leg of my shorts. My rod was now sandwiched between mom's thigh and my own, with only my thin khaki shorts and my mom's nylon stockings separating us. Judging from the tensing of my mother's body she had definitely felt it.
Mom attempted to move around; my guess is that she was trying to get away from my hard-on, acting like it was a hot bar of metal that would burn her skin. But her small, slight movements only served to enflame me even more. The constant friction of her thigh caressing the side of my dick and the delicious pressure of her knee pressing against my balls pushed me closer and closer to the edge of a climax. I tried to hold it off, but I knew it was a fruitless effort. Pretty soon I would cum, and as good as that would feel I really didn't want to do it in an elevator full of people. Not to mention that it would make things between mom and me really, REALLY awkward. I mean, sure she was hot as hell and I've fantasized about her a lot, but to actually do anything about it was just plain sick and wrong.
"Honey, your... thing," she whispered to me. I swear to God, if she had said dick, or cock, or even penis, I would have lost it and cum all over my leg.
"Sorry," I muttered in embarrassment.
Suddenly, the entire elevator jerked to a stop. Mom stopped her shuffling, looking around in worry. Her cheek brushed mine as she moved her head around, some of her loose hair tickling my nose. Other people began to mutter in worry as an ominous creaking sound was heard. Someone to my left complained that they were about to be late for their meeting when, all of the sudden, there was a loud bang and the elevator dropped. Everyone in the packed confines were lifted into the air as it fell, screams and curses sounding, when the emergency brakes suddenly kicked in and the elevator jerked to a stop.
The abrupt halt slammed the back of my head against the wall, and I was seeing a few stars before my brain cleared. All around me people were in a mass of tangled limbs and bodies. Women were crying and men were shouting, but thankfully no one seemed to be hurt. Ironically enough, the tight confines within the elevator prevented any severe injuries. Unfortunately, everyone was now in an undignified clump, as people here and there had been jerked around from their original positions and were now stuck in various random positions. People were stuck with their heads on other people's shoulders, some had their arms or legs crammed into another's belly, and many had their hands pushed against someone else in a most immodest manner.
I was in such a position as well, as both my arms were stretched outwards to the side and stuck between the wall and the people who were crammed in around me. I was effectively trapped, unable to move. It was then that I noticed that my mother was not in front of me. I looked around in worry, calling her name, when I glanced downwards and found her. If I had thought my position was undignified, well... it was nothing compared to hers.
The fall and sudden stop had caused her to collapse onto her knees, and all the people pressing in around her had managed to trap her in that position. Being a tall woman, her face was at the level of my stomach, while her bountiful chest was pressed oh-so-comfortably against my groin. She looked a bit frightened, but like the business professional that she was, she maintained herself and didn't scream or cry like the other women on the elevator. Her cute little librarian glasses even managed to remain upon her nose, allowing her to maintain some modicum of dignity despite her awkward position.
"We're all gonna die!" wept the chunky man who had entered the elevator last. "We're doomed! Oh God, why me? Why!"
"Shut the hell up, you fat bastard!" The annoyed looking Japanese guy shouted at him. "It's because of you that we're in this mess. Your fat ass probably caused the cable to snap!"
The other man said nothing, but the sound of his weeping could still be heard.
"Leave him alone," spoke up a cute red-head from up front as the fat man continued to cry. "This is nobody's fault."
"Oh, says you!"
As the argument continued, I tried to ignore it as best I could and chose instead to focus on my mother. "Hey, mom. Are you okay?"
Mom lifted her head up to me and gave me a strained smile. I was relieved to see that she was alright, and returned her smile with one of my own. I could see that she was scared, but she was handling it like a trooper.
My eyes then moved away from her face, my gaze crawling downwards, following the graceful line of her neck before finding its way oh so slowly to her chest. I think I may have groaned out loud, I'm not sure, but the sight before me was quite an inspiration. I was pressed against the back wall by the weight of numerous other people in front of me, and was in a quasi sitting position. Mom was between my bent legs, her arms all but locked in by my thighs and her chest pressed tightly against my crotch. Her breasts were sort of laying in my lap, like two large cantaloupes lying atop a shelf. Her position, along with the tight blouse and suit jacket, caused her tits to strain against her bra and shirt. The buttons were fighting valiantly to hold the two sides of her blouse together, and with mom having to arch her back to keep a comfortable position in the state she was in, it seemed to be a losing battle. I could definitely see her black bra and the creamy flesh of her tits poking through in between the openings of the fabric. There was a spectacular display of cleavage from the top opening of her blouse, teasing me with their round, creamy whiteness. The soft, upper slopes of her breasts rose and fell as she breathed.
I tried my best not to, I really did, but the sight before me, combined with the heavy weight of her big tits resting on top of my dick, caused the little sucker to grow. I had gotten soft when all the excitement with the falling elevator happened (the thought of imminent death tends to do that) but now that the danger had passed my cock had gotten free reign of my brain again.
It grew and grew and grew, and, to my absolute horror, rose and rose and rose. I don't know how it happened, maybe it was during the fall, but I could now feel that my cock had somehow gotten free of not just my boxers, but my khaki shorts as well. It was now pointing upwards, and as it grew, it slid against my mom's chest, the fat head rubbing against the smooth silk of her blouse. As more blood poured into my rod, it eventually poked its way into one of the openings in the front right between two straining buttons. I shuddered in both horror and lust as my erection wormed its way up into my mother's cleavage, digging in right under her bra. I hissed in pure blissful agony as it pushed up into the tight, warm softness, my eyes growing in horror when the swollen, purple head poked up from the top of her tits in the middle of her soft, upper slopes. The scene looked like a grotesque hotdog sticking out from between two sourdough buns.
I'm pretty sure mom felt it (hell, I sure did!) for she had a confused look on her face before she looked down. It must have been quite a shock to her to see a very aroused and almost angry looking cock head peeking out from between her tits. An affronted gasp erupted from her lips when she looked up at me, her face twisted in indignant fury. Her green eyes burned hotly with ire and a little bit of confusion, as if asking how her son could possibly have a hard-on in the middle of her tits.
Very easily, it would seem.
Mom then looked around, worried that someone in the elevator would see her in such an embarrassing position. Thankfully, everyone else's attention was elsewhere. The earlier argument had ceased, and it seemed that everybody was content to just wait around for rescue. Most of the people were having quiet, if angry, conversations with one another, while others had fallen asleep where they stood. Nobody was paying attention to the gorgeous thirty-six year old blond who was on her knees with her teenage son's rock-hard cock in between her fantastic rack.
Mom, being very careful in her movements, attempted to extricate herself from her precarious position. As I had said before, she had just gotten a very lucrative promotion. If word got around that she had been titfucking her son (even accidentally) in a crowded elevator, well... her job would be the least of her worries.
As slowly as she could, mom tried pulling her tits away from my dick. Unfortunately for her, the Japanese guy behind was pressed pretty close, so her movements were limited. All she managed to do was move back a few inches, and was then pressed forwards again. This, of course, caused her boobs to move. The friction of those big, warm tits pulling against the sides of my cock, then pushing back and pressing against it was fantastic. She tried the move a few more times, even moving her upper body from side to side, but that only served to stimulate my already bloated cock even more. The inner slopes of her breasts, confined as they were by her bra, were like a tight velvet glove masturbating me. It was warm and soft yet firm, the perfect environment to make a horny penis happy. And moving around like she was, mom was not helping any. Her motions were slow, like a caress. Her warm skin was heaven against my bare cock, and the slowness of each movement was almost torture. I tried my best not to do what I did, I really did. But like the tides, it was inevitable. A horny cock will only last so long ensconced in between a beautiful woman's big, soft breasts, even if that woman happened to be his mother.
Just as mom moved herself backwards, pushing against the Japanese guy behind her, my dick slid down against the soft sides of her tight cleavage, a final caress that proved all too much for me. My cock erupted in a violent explosion, expelling my white milky cum up and out with the force of a cannon. The first shot splattered across her lips, catching her in surprise. She let out a soft gasp, her lovely mouth opening slightly just in time for a second barrage to come barreling in. The second shot flew right inside her parted lips, painting a trail across her tongue before slamming into the back of her mouth. This caused her to retch, the cum dribbling out of her mouth as she looked up at me in shock.
"How dare you cum on me, your own mother?" her wide green eyes seemed to say.
Very easily, my dick seemingly delighted to answer as it shot again. This time it hit my shocked mom in the cheek, the large volley splattering up and covering the right lens of her librarian glasses. This seemed to snap mom out of her stupor, and she leaned forwards again, thus directing her face away from the line of fire. My remaining explosions simply hit the bottom of her jaw, the warm white liquid splattering and collecting along her neck to run down in rivulets into her cleavage.
I trembled as the eruptions slowed down, my body shaking as I came down from the powerful orgasm that had just assaulted me. I tried to control my breathing while my heart beat a thousand miles a minute. It was definitely the best cum I've ever had, regardless of whom had caused it. Or perhaps, it was because of it.
My mother, on the other hand, was not as thrilled as I was. She looked absolutely pissed, and considering what happened I don't blame her. I felt really bad for what just happened, even though it felt really, really good.
"S-sorry," I said, lamely. I couldn't meet her furious green eyes which were glaring at me through the cum-stained lens of her glasses.
I have to admit, though, she did look really damn hot now. Mom was one of those chicks who looked absolutely gorgeous when they got angry. Her cheeks got all flushed, and her eyes sparkled like two green suns. She was exactly that way right now, but with the added bonus that she was covered in cum. I, like all guys, think that women are at their most beautiful when covered in the white stuff, and by God, was she covered.
Her right cheek, glasses, and lips were splattered in large blots of white; there was even a blob of it hanging from one of the loose strands of her hair. Her neck and the tops of her tits were absolutely shiny with cum, and her white blouse was all but transparent. I really came a lot, and it was no wonder. I had been stimulated to the brink by my hot mother, and this was the result. It really wasn't my fault.
Sadly, my lustful scrutiny of my mother's current cum-soaked state was having an effect on my Johnson. Although it never really went down that much after the massive explosion, it had been in a deflated state. My dick had been happily resting in my mother's wet cleavage, nice and warm and safe in between the mountain of titflesh. Now it seemed to be ready for more action as it grew in length, hardening to its former state, the fat head pushing its way through my mother's tight and now well-lubed valley.
Mom's eyes widened again upon feeling my renewed staff. She took a glance down and upon confirming the presence of the rigid man-wood sticking up from between her wet tits, looked back up and directed a stern gaze at me. She was looking at me in the manner that she often did when ordering me not to do something bad, like the time I tried to play with matches when I was five or when I had accidentally broken her favorite vase.
It was the look of a mother chiding her child for being naughty, and God oh God, I'm ashamed to say that it made me even harder.
This time mom didn't move a muscle. She just remained completely still, glaring at me with those furious and sexy green eyes of hers. We both remained motionless, she from anger and me from fear, not doing anything, just staring at each other. My cock remained rock hard though, as the warmth and softness of her tits and the slickness of my cum provided adequate stimulation to keep me erect. I could also feel her heartbeat against the side of my dick; it was beating almost as fast as mine was, a quick staccato drumbeat against my most sensitive area.
This is nuts, I thought to myself. Here we were, in the middle of a stuck elevator, crowded by dozens of people. I had just finished (accidentally) titty fucking my mother, gave her a facial, and now I'm about to do it again. Get a grip! I needed to get out of this situation, before I make it worse. Nobody in their right mind titfucks their mom. The first time was an accident; if I do it again then I'll be a freak.
I tried moving my arms in an attempt to extricate them. The left arm was completely stuck, but there was some leeway with my right. The arm itself was pressed back against the wall by the old guy next to me, and the hand itself was stuck in between two people next to him. If I just... twisted it a bit... move my hand up and down... maybe I could free it...
Suddenly, as I was moving my right hand up, trying to worm it out from between the two bodies it was sandwiched in between, the palm of my hand slid across something soft, warm, and large.
Uh oh.
I softly squeezed the thing I held in my hand, my fingers testing the yielding and pliable form. I slowly turned my head to my right and saw that beyond the old man next to me was a couple pressed in together. The man was stuck against the wall like me while the woman was squished against his front. My hand was caught in between them, and was now currently cupping the woman's sizeable right boob through her thin sweater. Although her tits weren't as big as mom's, they were still a generous handful. Without thinking, I gave her tit another cursory squeeze, causing a slight frown to appear on her pretty face.
"Bill," I heard her whisper to the man she was pressed against. "Not here!"
Bill, of course, had no idea what she was talking about. "Huh?"
Oh man, she didn't know it was me. I felt my dick twitch happily as I gave the stranger's boob one more squeeze. She frowned at Bill again before shaking her head and looking away from him, obviously resigning herself to letting him (well, me) have his fun. I took her up on her offer and started to caress her breast more forcefully. As my palm and fingers explored her luscious tit, I felt her nipple grow hard and poke the middle of my palm. I heard the girl moan and saw her close her eyes, obviously getting turned on at what she thought was her boyfriend getting frisky.
"Jesus," I muttered, unable to believe I was getting away with groping a complete stranger. I continued massaging her boob, testing the weight in my hand and feeling its denseness. Without realizing it, I also began to slowly lift and thrust my hips back and forth, causing my dick to slide up and down through my mother's wet cleavage. The sensation was fantastic, even better than before, as I was now moving on my own. The lubrication of my cum also allowed my cock a more slippery tunnel to fuck into, thus increasing my pleasure.
I suddenly felt mom slapping me against my shin, and pulled my attention away from the girl I was feeling up to look down at her. She was still on her knees, angrily fuming at me, and still covered and dripping with my cum. Her face was even more flushed with irritation, as she seemed very agitated that I had been fucking up into her tight cleavage. Her green eyes glared at me through stained glasses, but this time my own eyes did not look away. I stared right into her beautiful fiery irises, my own shining with lust.
With our eyes locked together, I pulled my hips back, then slammed them hard up through her breasts. Her eyes widened, the fury vanishing to be replaced by shock and fear. I pulled my hips back again, the length of my dick sliding out and under her boobs leaving only the head still inside, then thrust forward once more, as hard as I could. There was a loud sound as my thighs slapped against the undersides of my mom's tits, the force bouncing the mammaries up and around. Some droplets of the cum covering them splattered upwards, most hitting mom on the chin.
My eyes continued to gaze down into hers as I repeated the process of moving my dick up and down and in and out from between the tight confines of her slick tits. The soft sound of "schlick schlick schlick" could be heard in the elevator as I violated my mother's bosom, the enflamed cockhead poking up from between her tits and sliding across the wet flesh of her neck. I was in absolute heaven, my dick vibrating with pleasure each time I pushed into and pulled out of the loving softness of my mother's rack.
The girl bit her lip, soundlessly moaning as I continued to rub her breast. My palm captured the orb from below, lifting it up as my thumb found her hard nipple and began to rub at it through the fabric of her sweater. My eyes left my mother's for a moment as they flicked back towards her, and I saw that her left shoulder was moving up and down frantically; I guess she had snuck her hand between her legs and was enjoying what she thought was her boyfriend playing. Her eyes were tightly clenched, her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips to wet them as her body shivered with pleasure.
My breath came in gasps, sweat poured from my face, as my hips and hand continued their lustful actions. I turned my attention away from the girl and looked back down at my mom, expecting her furious green eyes to be waiting to meet mine. It was to my surprise that I found her looking down, watching my cock as it continued to plow through her wet, slick tits. I then noticed that her cheeks were red and the flesh above her breasts were flushed as well. Her nipples were also incredibly hard, each pointy tip visible through her bra and white blouse.
I let out a groan of pure lust as I realized that my mother was turned on. She looked up, her green eyes finding mine again, though this time they were far from furious. Her eyes shone with fear, apprehension, and a building fire that seemed to smoulder, flaring up in intensity as the seconds ticked and the sensation of her son's dick rubbing up and down against her sensitive breasts continued. Her lovely lips parted as she let out a long, shuddering breath, the warmth of which touched the tip of my cock and only enflamed my lusts even more. I quickened my pace, stabbing my rock-hard rod through my mother's tight tit tunnel, her chest heaving up and down with each aroused breath she took. My mother then began moving her upper body in tune with my thrusts, bouncing her massive breasts onto my cock, her beautiful green eyes now burning with lust as they locked onto mine through the murky, cum-stained lenses of her glasses.
My pleasure was intense, so ultimate and consuming that I was close to passing out from its magnitude. I was surrounded in softness. My cock, my hand; breasts were everywhere, consuming me, smothering me, from the slick tightness of my mother to the soft fullness of the stranger. I was in heaven, and I did not want it to end.
Unfortunately, I could feel my balls churning. It was a slow build-up, like a dam about to burst, and soon its contents would flood the entire elevator. I continued to pump my hips, my slick, hard manhood fucking into the tight, hot clutching silky pillows of my mother's bra-encased tits. My right hand continued to fondle the stranger's breast, my fingers squeezing, my thumb poking, my palm rubbing. I kneaded and massaged it like bread dough, reveling in the fact that I was getting away with molesting this stranger in public, and she was unaware of the fact that she was deriving pleasure from someone other than her boyfriend.
I felt myself about to explode, the pressure in my balls too great to control any longer. I gritted my teeth as I kept pumping my hips, eager to cum yet wanting to wring as much pleasure out of this perverse situation as I could. My mother saw my grimace and realized what was about to happen. Her eyes flared even more brightly with lust as she quickened her own pace, bouncing herself up and down on her knees, fucking me even more furiously with her tits, now a willing and anxious participant in her own defilement.
"Hey, knock it off." The Japanese guy behind her grunted in irritation at her frantic movement, though he didn't turn around to see what was going on. I doubt mom and I would have stopped what we were doing even if he did.
I was so close. I continued thrusting as mom kept up her bouncing, both of us breathing hard from both arousal and exertion. I pressed my palm into the stranger's breast, flattening the tit against her chest, feeling the diamond tip of her nipple poke me through her thin sweater. My fingers caught the edge of the sweater's v-neck, and in my lust I yanked it down with all my strength, almost ripping the fine fabric in my haste. Thankfully the elastic held and I managed to pull it below her chest, allowing her big right tit to flop out into the open. This caused a gasp of surprise from the girl, and I allowed my eyes to wander back to her. She was so incredibly beautiful, standing there, brown hair stuck to her face in sweat, and her large, firm boob exposed for everyone to see. One man, who was pressed up behind her, did indeed see it. His wide, shocked eyes stared down past her shoulder at the exposed breast, unable to believe what he was seeing. The girl herself was in her own world, her shoulder continuing to rise and fall as she pleasured herself. She had her eyes open now though, the brown orbs staring hungrily at the face of her confused boyfriend, who looked like he had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Unable to help myself, my hand rose up to grasp the exposed breast from below, my greedy fingers wrapping around the soft, pliable flesh. I moaned as I gave the bare tit a squeeze. The girl gasped loudly and threw her head back, her long hair hitting the man behind her. He, of course, didn't notice as his eyes remained firmly latched onto her tit, and the fingers that were gripping it.
"Jenny, what's gotten into you?" Bill whispered in shock as he watched his girlfriend suddenly have an orgasm right in front of him.
Speaking of cumming, I was about to do the same. With Jenny's tit firmly in hand, I turned my attention back to mom. She was still in the throes of her lust, her upper body gyrating sexily as she continued to fuck up and down on my eager dick. It was harder than it had ever been before, and had turned an angry red. I felt myself on the brink; just a few more thrusts and I would explode. Just before I did though, I suddenly felt a shift from the person to my left, and suddenly I found that I could move my left arm!
It was as if God Himself saw what was going on and decided in His glorious mercy to intervene. Through His divine power, my arm was released from its imprisonment, and now I could use it to stop the moral deviance that was occurring. Unfortunately for the Almighty, I did not use my new freedom to extricate myself from damnation, but instead used it to further drag myself deeper into the Pit.
With my left arm free and my balls readying to burst, I reached over my mother's head and grabbed it. My fingers sunk into the silky strands of her bound hair, which caused my mother to look up from her chest in surprise. Her green eyes, shining with lust and confusion, quickly met mine and she opened her fine lips as if to ask me what I was about to do. Instead of answering her with words, I chose to do so with action.
Just as the electric explosion of pleasure burst up from my groin which was caused by the massive load of jism traveling up my cock, I used my firm grip on my mother's hair to slam her head downwards, towards the immense steel rod that was sandwiched between her tits. Her open mouth parted even wider in surprise, thus allowing my exploding dick to penetrate her oral cavity with ease. The pleasure that I had been feeling suddenly increased tenfold, as my mother's warm, wet, mouth clamped down around me.
"Mrrrphhhh-glggg!!!" Mom shouted, though her volume was muffled due to the exploding penis in her mouth. She attempted to pull herself off, but my hand continued to push her head down, forcing my ejaculating dick further into her throat. She coughed and complained, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anything. I was stuck in a world of absolute bliss, and nothing else existed except for me and my exploding cock. I shut my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth, seeing nothing but stars as what seemed like gallons upon gallons of cum shot out of me.
Minutes seemed to pass in bliss as I held my mother's head down, my hips spasming in pleasure as my right hand squeezed the unsuspecting stranger's tit as hard as I could. Pretty soon, the wonderful orgasm passed and I was left breathing heavily in contentment. Sweat coated my face and my heart thudded fiercely inside my chest, the beats slowly calming as I recovered from the most powerful orgasm of my life.
I finally opened my eyes and glanced down, seeing my mother still struggling against my vice-like grip. I quickly released her and her head shot up, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as my cock slid swiftly out of her hot, wet throat. She gasped and coughed while tears leaked from her eyes, trying to catch her breath as a slimy mixture of spunk and spit slowly leaked from her mouth and dripped down her chin. Bits of it hung down in thick strands, some of which snapped and splattered against the top of her breasts and stained clothing.
As I watched my mom attempt to recover her breath, and as my dick finally began to go soft, I tried to force myself to feel guilty. What I did was horrible and wrong; not only had I totally taken advantage of my mother's virtue by fucking her tits (twice), but I had just basically raped her mouth and forced her to swallow a whole load of my jizz. I don't know where you come from, but that just isn't RIGHT.
But as I continued to watch my mother, her hair in disarray, mascara running in thin tear tracks down her cum stained cheeks, her lips bruised from my dick, and her entire upper body covered in my juices, I realized that I did not feel guilt. Maybe that meant that I'm a horrible person, a deviant and a monster, but at that moment I did not care. Later would come the consequences of my actions, and they would most likely be severe. But at this moment, in this crowded, broken down elevator, I cared about only one thing: there was a beautiful woman at my knees who had just given me the most pleasurable moments of my life.
A shocked gasp to my right brought my attention to the girl whose boob I had been using as a stress ball. My eyes met her own, which were wide open in shock and horror. It seemed that my gorgeous stranger, after finally coming down from her self-induced orgasm, had now noticed that it was not her boyfriend's hand that had been mauling her tit, but my own. Indeed, my fingers were still happily wrapped around her sizable globe, and I felt no need to let go of the wonderfully soft and firm orb just because the jig was up. Perhaps it was the fact that I had just had two of the greatest cums of my life, or maybe it was the fact that the elevator might drop and this could be the last moments of our life, but regardless of the reason I felt no fear. I felt wonderful, invincible. Like I could do no wrong.
So instead of removing my intruding hand from her breast like any normal human being should have, I instead squeezed it tighter, reveling in the softness my fingers were feeling. The girl gasped in outrage, then blushed and turned her head away. I guess she felt embarrassed about diddling herself while a perfect stranger was groping her, and she didn't want her boyfriend to know. Whatever the reason was, I couldn't have cared less. So I continued squeezing her boob, flicking my thumb across the stiff nipple as I watched her try to repress her pleasured trembling.
Eventually, much to the relief of everyone in the elevator (except for myself, who would have been perfectly happy to stay where I was) the power came back on and the elevator began a slow descent to the ground floor. Most people shouted in joy, while others merely breathed a sigh of relief that their ordeal was over. I, myself, reluctantly let go of the stranger's breast, giving her nipple one last parting squeeze before pulling away. The girl quickly yanked her sweater up, covering the lovely orb from view.
Unfortunately for mom, with her arms pinned down by my thighs, she could not fix herself up. She continually glared up at me from her kneeling position, obviously pissed off at how I had treated her earlier and most likely panicking at what she would do once the elevator doors opened. She was obviously in no state to be seen as she looked like she had just been gangbanged by an entire football team.
I avoided her angry eyes for the most part, not because of fear or guilt, but because I knew that looking down at her, seeing her in all her cum-stained glory would set my wood to growing again. I was in enough trouble as it was, and now that my adventure was over I did not wish to add to the already dire situation I was in.
After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator finally reached the ground floor. With a happy "ding," the doors parted and bright sunlight from the lobby streamed in. The people quickly streamed out, as they had been stuck in the hot and cramped confines for what seemed like an hour and they were most eager to get a breath of fresh air.
"Fuck, it smells like a whorehouse in here," muttered the Japanese guy in annoyance as the people out front began to exit the elevator. I looked down and saw mom blush at the comment.
The pressure pushing me back against the wall eventually lessened as more and more people exited the open doors. Pretty soon, the press was gone completely as the back half of the elevator marched out. I took a glance at the pretty stranger girl whose right tit I had intimately made friends with; she stiffly traipsed out of the elevator, her eyes deftly trying to avoid mine. Her boyfriend tried to keep pace with her swift steps, the ever present puzzled look still on his face. Before she stepped out, I managed to take a gander at her ass and almost laughed out loud when I saw a large wet stain against the back of her skirt. It looks like the guy behind her, who had spotted my groping of her boob, had some fun of his own.
Eventually, it was our turn to leave. I tried to help mom up, but she angrily swatted my hands away. She sneered at me, her cum-stained face making the look extremely sexy, as she attempted to get up on her own. "Don't touch me, you bastard," she growled. "Just wait for me back at the car. I need to go to the restroom to clean up."
And so I exited the elevator, turning the corner so that I could head out the front and head towards the parking garage. It was then that I was almost blinded by several sudden flashes, and I blinked and almost leapt back in surprise. In the lobby were numerous emergency workers and photographers, as well as television reporters with their camera crews. I would learn later that there was an attempted terrorist attack at the building, and it was the explosion that had caused the elevator to almost collapse. No one was seriously hurt, but it was still big news in our small city.
Several of the reporters shouted some questions at me as I turned around swiftly, attempting to warn my mother before disaster could strike. Unfortunately, she had already rounded the corner form the elevators and had entered the lobby, stopping like a deer caught in headlights when the flashes from the cameras took her by surprise.
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed. The reporters ceased shouting their questions at the elevator passengers, and the cops and emergency crew stood stock still as they stared in awe. The other elevator passengers stopped and looked around, trying to see what the commotion (or lack thereof) was all about.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," said the Japanese guy when he spotted mom's state. Even shocked, he still looked and sounded pissed-off.
Mom, for her part, stood where she was, perhaps too shocked to move. Her eyes were wide and shining in despair as she beheld the scene before her through the cummy lenses of her librarian glasses. Her face, hair, chest, and clothing was covered with sperm, even her skirt was wet from where my cum had dripped down from her chest. She was quite a sight to behold, and I'm sure everyone in that lobby agreed with me.
One paparazzi managed to break the spell we were all under, as he quickly took several snapshots of mom's bakakke-like state. The flashes seemed to snap mom awake, as well as the other photographers, as they quickly began snapping away as well. Mom let out a horrified shriek, and her flight reflexes took over as she ran past me in an attempt to flee. She pushed her way past the crowd of reporters and emergency personnel, most of the women jumping out of the way so that they wouldn't get any of the jism on them. She eventually made her escape, pushing open the front doors and out into the streets outside. My last sight of her was her fine butt swaying as she ran, and a stray regretful thought popped into my head.
Damn. I didn't get to cum on that ass...
Thirty people were packed into an elevator designed to hold ten comfortably. The way we were all crammed in together, you couldn't even breathe without jostling someone. I was stuck at the far back of the elevator, with mom pressed tightly in front of me. To my left and right were two guys in suits, and around them were more business people. It looked like I was the only one in there not in a suit, though that didn't bother me at the moment as my shorts and t-shirt were definitely much more comfortable in the stuffiness of the elevator.
For what seemed like the fifth time I wondered why I had agreed to come with my mom to her job this morning. It was Friday after all, not to mention the start of a four day weekend. I was off from school and had major plans, like a weekend-long session playing the new Warcraft expansion. But my mother had asked me to come into work with her so that I could help move some of her stuff into her new office; she had been promoted the week before and would be moving to a more spacious workplace. Being the loving son that I was, and the fact that she offered to pay me twenty bucks, I agreed.
Speaking of my mother, she was currently pressed up tightly against my front, her face just a few inches short of my own. As she breathed, her warm breath blew softly across my cheek while her considerable chest rubbed softly up and down on my own. I shamefully admit to having not so innocent thoughts about my mother in the past, and believe me, if you had ever seen her you wouldn't blame me. She is, for all intents and purposes, a major MILF. She has long, light blond hair, which was currently tied up in a classy yet sexy way that left several strands loose here and there. She spent two hours three times a week at the gym, which kept her body nice and tight, with well-toned legs, firm ass, big, generous tits, and soft but well formed tummy. The light gray suit that she wore definitely hugged her lush curves quite nicely. Her dark green eyes sparkled with intelligence and allure, and the little librarian glasses she wore just completed the entire delicious package.
So yeah, I'm a sick bastard for perving out on my mom. She was a gorgeous woman though, and I was a hot-blooded young American male. It's nature. Plus, the fact that she was pressed up so tightly against me, her warm soft body rubbing so nicely against mine with every subtle movement, didn't help matters. While her head turned away, in what I guess was a vain attempt at peeking backwards to check the elevator display to see what floor we were on, I took a quick glance down. Mom wore a white blouse along with her suit, and had left a few buttons open so that some of her cleavage could peek through. The up-close and personal view that I was provided though showed much more. With her tits pressed so nicely against my chest, they were almost ballooning upwards causing the blouse to part slightly. I was afforded a great display, for I could see all the way down her shirt and her majestic breasts, confined quite snugly in a lacy black bra, were open to my scrutiny. It was a wonderful panoramic view of epic proportions, a landscape of tit flesh and cleavage surpassing any natural wonder. Oh, how I've lusted after these breasts for so long, ever since puberty hit and the bumps on women's chests suddenly became so much more fascinating. I felt my dick start to inflate, not that it was soft to begin with since all her rubbing up against me had caused quite a stir down south. But now it grew to a more rigid state, hard enough to rub up against her thigh. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, as she didn't say anything.
My eyes ate up as much of the cleavage show as time afforded, before they shot up again when mom turned her head back to me. She had a frustrated look on her face, and she shifted up and down on her high-heeled feet, pressing her big boobs even more roughly against me and unknowingly stimulating my penis with her soft, smooth thigh.
"This damn elevator takes forever," she whispered to me, her breath blowing across my lips.
Said elevator then stopped, the doors opening and letting some people out, but to everyone's annoyance, even more people came in. Several folks complained, telling them to wait for the next one, but as with most businesspeople, time is money and they could not afford to be late to their meetings/presentations/golf appointments. As the last person, who was a rather rotund man in a suit that looked one size too small, stepped into the elevator, the space between everyone became even more cramped. I was smashed back fully against the wall of the elevator, and poor mom was sandwiched even more tightly between me and the back of an annoyed looking Japanese guy with slicked-back hair.
Mom sighed in annoyance, her cheek rubbing against mine. I, however, was less annoyed. Her body was now all but on top of me; her boobs were squished up firmly against me, and I could definitely feel every ounce of their wonderful softness. Even better was the fact that one of her legs had slipped up between mine, her firm thigh pressed directly against my groin. The sensation caused my dick to become hard as steel, the growth causing my length to find its way out of the front slit in my boxers to inch itself down the right leg of my shorts. My rod was now sandwiched between mom's thigh and my own, with only my thin khaki shorts and my mom's nylon stockings separating us. Judging from the tensing of my mother's body she had definitely felt it.
Mom attempted to move around; my guess is that she was trying to get away from my hard-on, acting like it was a hot bar of metal that would burn her skin. But her small, slight movements only served to enflame me even more. The constant friction of her thigh caressing the side of my dick and the delicious pressure of her knee pressing against my balls pushed me closer and closer to the edge of a climax. I tried to hold it off, but I knew it was a fruitless effort. Pretty soon I would cum, and as good as that would feel I really didn't want to do it in an elevator full of people. Not to mention that it would make things between mom and me really, REALLY awkward. I mean, sure she was hot as hell and I've fantasized about her a lot, but to actually do anything about it was just plain sick and wrong.
"Honey, your... thing," she whispered to me. I swear to God, if she had said dick, or cock, or even penis, I would have lost it and cum all over my leg.
"Sorry," I muttered in embarrassment.
Suddenly, the entire elevator jerked to a stop. Mom stopped her shuffling, looking around in worry. Her cheek brushed mine as she moved her head around, some of her loose hair tickling my nose. Other people began to mutter in worry as an ominous creaking sound was heard. Someone to my left complained that they were about to be late for their meeting when, all of the sudden, there was a loud bang and the elevator dropped. Everyone in the packed confines were lifted into the air as it fell, screams and curses sounding, when the emergency brakes suddenly kicked in and the elevator jerked to a stop.
The abrupt halt slammed the back of my head against the wall, and I was seeing a few stars before my brain cleared. All around me people were in a mass of tangled limbs and bodies. Women were crying and men were shouting, but thankfully no one seemed to be hurt. Ironically enough, the tight confines within the elevator prevented any severe injuries. Unfortunately, everyone was now in an undignified clump, as people here and there had been jerked around from their original positions and were now stuck in various random positions. People were stuck with their heads on other people's shoulders, some had their arms or legs crammed into another's belly, and many had their hands pushed against someone else in a most immodest manner.
I was in such a position as well, as both my arms were stretched outwards to the side and stuck between the wall and the people who were crammed in around me. I was effectively trapped, unable to move. It was then that I noticed that my mother was not in front of me. I looked around in worry, calling her name, when I glanced downwards and found her. If I had thought my position was undignified, well... it was nothing compared to hers.
The fall and sudden stop had caused her to collapse onto her knees, and all the people pressing in around her had managed to trap her in that position. Being a tall woman, her face was at the level of my stomach, while her bountiful chest was pressed oh-so-comfortably against my groin. She looked a bit frightened, but like the business professional that she was, she maintained herself and didn't scream or cry like the other women on the elevator. Her cute little librarian glasses even managed to remain upon her nose, allowing her to maintain some modicum of dignity despite her awkward position.
"We're all gonna die!" wept the chunky man who had entered the elevator last. "We're doomed! Oh God, why me? Why!"
"Shut the hell up, you fat bastard!" The annoyed looking Japanese guy shouted at him. "It's because of you that we're in this mess. Your fat ass probably caused the cable to snap!"
The other man said nothing, but the sound of his weeping could still be heard.
"Leave him alone," spoke up a cute red-head from up front as the fat man continued to cry. "This is nobody's fault."
"Oh, says you!"
As the argument continued, I tried to ignore it as best I could and chose instead to focus on my mother. "Hey, mom. Are you okay?"
Mom lifted her head up to me and gave me a strained smile. I was relieved to see that she was alright, and returned her smile with one of my own. I could see that she was scared, but she was handling it like a trooper.
My eyes then moved away from her face, my gaze crawling downwards, following the graceful line of her neck before finding its way oh so slowly to her chest. I think I may have groaned out loud, I'm not sure, but the sight before me was quite an inspiration. I was pressed against the back wall by the weight of numerous other people in front of me, and was in a quasi sitting position. Mom was between my bent legs, her arms all but locked in by my thighs and her chest pressed tightly against my crotch. Her breasts were sort of laying in my lap, like two large cantaloupes lying atop a shelf. Her position, along with the tight blouse and suit jacket, caused her tits to strain against her bra and shirt. The buttons were fighting valiantly to hold the two sides of her blouse together, and with mom having to arch her back to keep a comfortable position in the state she was in, it seemed to be a losing battle. I could definitely see her black bra and the creamy flesh of her tits poking through in between the openings of the fabric. There was a spectacular display of cleavage from the top opening of her blouse, teasing me with their round, creamy whiteness. The soft, upper slopes of her breasts rose and fell as she breathed.
I tried my best not to, I really did, but the sight before me, combined with the heavy weight of her big tits resting on top of my dick, caused the little sucker to grow. I had gotten soft when all the excitement with the falling elevator happened (the thought of imminent death tends to do that) but now that the danger had passed my cock had gotten free reign of my brain again.
It grew and grew and grew, and, to my absolute horror, rose and rose and rose. I don't know how it happened, maybe it was during the fall, but I could now feel that my cock had somehow gotten free of not just my boxers, but my khaki shorts as well. It was now pointing upwards, and as it grew, it slid against my mom's chest, the fat head rubbing against the smooth silk of her blouse. As more blood poured into my rod, it eventually poked its way into one of the openings in the front right between two straining buttons. I shuddered in both horror and lust as my erection wormed its way up into my mother's cleavage, digging in right under her bra. I hissed in pure blissful agony as it pushed up into the tight, warm softness, my eyes growing in horror when the swollen, purple head poked up from the top of her tits in the middle of her soft, upper slopes. The scene looked like a grotesque hotdog sticking out from between two sourdough buns.
I'm pretty sure mom felt it (hell, I sure did!) for she had a confused look on her face before she looked down. It must have been quite a shock to her to see a very aroused and almost angry looking cock head peeking out from between her tits. An affronted gasp erupted from her lips when she looked up at me, her face twisted in indignant fury. Her green eyes burned hotly with ire and a little bit of confusion, as if asking how her son could possibly have a hard-on in the middle of her tits.
Very easily, it would seem.
Mom then looked around, worried that someone in the elevator would see her in such an embarrassing position. Thankfully, everyone else's attention was elsewhere. The earlier argument had ceased, and it seemed that everybody was content to just wait around for rescue. Most of the people were having quiet, if angry, conversations with one another, while others had fallen asleep where they stood. Nobody was paying attention to the gorgeous thirty-six year old blond who was on her knees with her teenage son's rock-hard cock in between her fantastic rack.
Mom, being very careful in her movements, attempted to extricate herself from her precarious position. As I had said before, she had just gotten a very lucrative promotion. If word got around that she had been titfucking her son (even accidentally) in a crowded elevator, well... her job would be the least of her worries.
As slowly as she could, mom tried pulling her tits away from my dick. Unfortunately for her, the Japanese guy behind was pressed pretty close, so her movements were limited. All she managed to do was move back a few inches, and was then pressed forwards again. This, of course, caused her boobs to move. The friction of those big, warm tits pulling against the sides of my cock, then pushing back and pressing against it was fantastic. She tried the move a few more times, even moving her upper body from side to side, but that only served to stimulate my already bloated cock even more. The inner slopes of her breasts, confined as they were by her bra, were like a tight velvet glove masturbating me. It was warm and soft yet firm, the perfect environment to make a horny penis happy. And moving around like she was, mom was not helping any. Her motions were slow, like a caress. Her warm skin was heaven against my bare cock, and the slowness of each movement was almost torture. I tried my best not to do what I did, I really did. But like the tides, it was inevitable. A horny cock will only last so long ensconced in between a beautiful woman's big, soft breasts, even if that woman happened to be his mother.
Just as mom moved herself backwards, pushing against the Japanese guy behind her, my dick slid down against the soft sides of her tight cleavage, a final caress that proved all too much for me. My cock erupted in a violent explosion, expelling my white milky cum up and out with the force of a cannon. The first shot splattered across her lips, catching her in surprise. She let out a soft gasp, her lovely mouth opening slightly just in time for a second barrage to come barreling in. The second shot flew right inside her parted lips, painting a trail across her tongue before slamming into the back of her mouth. This caused her to retch, the cum dribbling out of her mouth as she looked up at me in shock.
"How dare you cum on me, your own mother?" her wide green eyes seemed to say.
Very easily, my dick seemingly delighted to answer as it shot again. This time it hit my shocked mom in the cheek, the large volley splattering up and covering the right lens of her librarian glasses. This seemed to snap mom out of her stupor, and she leaned forwards again, thus directing her face away from the line of fire. My remaining explosions simply hit the bottom of her jaw, the warm white liquid splattering and collecting along her neck to run down in rivulets into her cleavage.
I trembled as the eruptions slowed down, my body shaking as I came down from the powerful orgasm that had just assaulted me. I tried to control my breathing while my heart beat a thousand miles a minute. It was definitely the best cum I've ever had, regardless of whom had caused it. Or perhaps, it was because of it.
My mother, on the other hand, was not as thrilled as I was. She looked absolutely pissed, and considering what happened I don't blame her. I felt really bad for what just happened, even though it felt really, really good.
"S-sorry," I said, lamely. I couldn't meet her furious green eyes which were glaring at me through the cum-stained lens of her glasses.
I have to admit, though, she did look really damn hot now. Mom was one of those chicks who looked absolutely gorgeous when they got angry. Her cheeks got all flushed, and her eyes sparkled like two green suns. She was exactly that way right now, but with the added bonus that she was covered in cum. I, like all guys, think that women are at their most beautiful when covered in the white stuff, and by God, was she covered.
Her right cheek, glasses, and lips were splattered in large blots of white; there was even a blob of it hanging from one of the loose strands of her hair. Her neck and the tops of her tits were absolutely shiny with cum, and her white blouse was all but transparent. I really came a lot, and it was no wonder. I had been stimulated to the brink by my hot mother, and this was the result. It really wasn't my fault.
Sadly, my lustful scrutiny of my mother's current cum-soaked state was having an effect on my Johnson. Although it never really went down that much after the massive explosion, it had been in a deflated state. My dick had been happily resting in my mother's wet cleavage, nice and warm and safe in between the mountain of titflesh. Now it seemed to be ready for more action as it grew in length, hardening to its former state, the fat head pushing its way through my mother's tight and now well-lubed valley.
Mom's eyes widened again upon feeling my renewed staff. She took a glance down and upon confirming the presence of the rigid man-wood sticking up from between her wet tits, looked back up and directed a stern gaze at me. She was looking at me in the manner that she often did when ordering me not to do something bad, like the time I tried to play with matches when I was five or when I had accidentally broken her favorite vase.
It was the look of a mother chiding her child for being naughty, and God oh God, I'm ashamed to say that it made me even harder.
This time mom didn't move a muscle. She just remained completely still, glaring at me with those furious and sexy green eyes of hers. We both remained motionless, she from anger and me from fear, not doing anything, just staring at each other. My cock remained rock hard though, as the warmth and softness of her tits and the slickness of my cum provided adequate stimulation to keep me erect. I could also feel her heartbeat against the side of my dick; it was beating almost as fast as mine was, a quick staccato drumbeat against my most sensitive area.
This is nuts, I thought to myself. Here we were, in the middle of a stuck elevator, crowded by dozens of people. I had just finished (accidentally) titty fucking my mother, gave her a facial, and now I'm about to do it again. Get a grip! I needed to get out of this situation, before I make it worse. Nobody in their right mind titfucks their mom. The first time was an accident; if I do it again then I'll be a freak.
I tried moving my arms in an attempt to extricate them. The left arm was completely stuck, but there was some leeway with my right. The arm itself was pressed back against the wall by the old guy next to me, and the hand itself was stuck in between two people next to him. If I just... twisted it a bit... move my hand up and down... maybe I could free it...
Suddenly, as I was moving my right hand up, trying to worm it out from between the two bodies it was sandwiched in between, the palm of my hand slid across something soft, warm, and large.
Uh oh.
I softly squeezed the thing I held in my hand, my fingers testing the yielding and pliable form. I slowly turned my head to my right and saw that beyond the old man next to me was a couple pressed in together. The man was stuck against the wall like me while the woman was squished against his front. My hand was caught in between them, and was now currently cupping the woman's sizeable right boob through her thin sweater. Although her tits weren't as big as mom's, they were still a generous handful. Without thinking, I gave her tit another cursory squeeze, causing a slight frown to appear on her pretty face.
"Bill," I heard her whisper to the man she was pressed against. "Not here!"
Bill, of course, had no idea what she was talking about. "Huh?"
Oh man, she didn't know it was me. I felt my dick twitch happily as I gave the stranger's boob one more squeeze. She frowned at Bill again before shaking her head and looking away from him, obviously resigning herself to letting him (well, me) have his fun. I took her up on her offer and started to caress her breast more forcefully. As my palm and fingers explored her luscious tit, I felt her nipple grow hard and poke the middle of my palm. I heard the girl moan and saw her close her eyes, obviously getting turned on at what she thought was her boyfriend getting frisky.
"Jesus," I muttered, unable to believe I was getting away with groping a complete stranger. I continued massaging her boob, testing the weight in my hand and feeling its denseness. Without realizing it, I also began to slowly lift and thrust my hips back and forth, causing my dick to slide up and down through my mother's wet cleavage. The sensation was fantastic, even better than before, as I was now moving on my own. The lubrication of my cum also allowed my cock a more slippery tunnel to fuck into, thus increasing my pleasure.
I suddenly felt mom slapping me against my shin, and pulled my attention away from the girl I was feeling up to look down at her. She was still on her knees, angrily fuming at me, and still covered and dripping with my cum. Her face was even more flushed with irritation, as she seemed very agitated that I had been fucking up into her tight cleavage. Her green eyes glared at me through stained glasses, but this time my own eyes did not look away. I stared right into her beautiful fiery irises, my own shining with lust.
With our eyes locked together, I pulled my hips back, then slammed them hard up through her breasts. Her eyes widened, the fury vanishing to be replaced by shock and fear. I pulled my hips back again, the length of my dick sliding out and under her boobs leaving only the head still inside, then thrust forward once more, as hard as I could. There was a loud sound as my thighs slapped against the undersides of my mom's tits, the force bouncing the mammaries up and around. Some droplets of the cum covering them splattered upwards, most hitting mom on the chin.
My eyes continued to gaze down into hers as I repeated the process of moving my dick up and down and in and out from between the tight confines of her slick tits. The soft sound of "schlick schlick schlick" could be heard in the elevator as I violated my mother's bosom, the enflamed cockhead poking up from between her tits and sliding across the wet flesh of her neck. I was in absolute heaven, my dick vibrating with pleasure each time I pushed into and pulled out of the loving softness of my mother's rack.
The girl bit her lip, soundlessly moaning as I continued to rub her breast. My palm captured the orb from below, lifting it up as my thumb found her hard nipple and began to rub at it through the fabric of her sweater. My eyes left my mother's for a moment as they flicked back towards her, and I saw that her left shoulder was moving up and down frantically; I guess she had snuck her hand between her legs and was enjoying what she thought was her boyfriend playing. Her eyes were tightly clenched, her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips to wet them as her body shivered with pleasure.
My breath came in gasps, sweat poured from my face, as my hips and hand continued their lustful actions. I turned my attention away from the girl and looked back down at my mom, expecting her furious green eyes to be waiting to meet mine. It was to my surprise that I found her looking down, watching my cock as it continued to plow through her wet, slick tits. I then noticed that her cheeks were red and the flesh above her breasts were flushed as well. Her nipples were also incredibly hard, each pointy tip visible through her bra and white blouse.
I let out a groan of pure lust as I realized that my mother was turned on. She looked up, her green eyes finding mine again, though this time they were far from furious. Her eyes shone with fear, apprehension, and a building fire that seemed to smoulder, flaring up in intensity as the seconds ticked and the sensation of her son's dick rubbing up and down against her sensitive breasts continued. Her lovely lips parted as she let out a long, shuddering breath, the warmth of which touched the tip of my cock and only enflamed my lusts even more. I quickened my pace, stabbing my rock-hard rod through my mother's tight tit tunnel, her chest heaving up and down with each aroused breath she took. My mother then began moving her upper body in tune with my thrusts, bouncing her massive breasts onto my cock, her beautiful green eyes now burning with lust as they locked onto mine through the murky, cum-stained lenses of her glasses.
My pleasure was intense, so ultimate and consuming that I was close to passing out from its magnitude. I was surrounded in softness. My cock, my hand; breasts were everywhere, consuming me, smothering me, from the slick tightness of my mother to the soft fullness of the stranger. I was in heaven, and I did not want it to end.
Unfortunately, I could feel my balls churning. It was a slow build-up, like a dam about to burst, and soon its contents would flood the entire elevator. I continued to pump my hips, my slick, hard manhood fucking into the tight, hot clutching silky pillows of my mother's bra-encased tits. My right hand continued to fondle the stranger's breast, my fingers squeezing, my thumb poking, my palm rubbing. I kneaded and massaged it like bread dough, reveling in the fact that I was getting away with molesting this stranger in public, and she was unaware of the fact that she was deriving pleasure from someone other than her boyfriend.
I felt myself about to explode, the pressure in my balls too great to control any longer. I gritted my teeth as I kept pumping my hips, eager to cum yet wanting to wring as much pleasure out of this perverse situation as I could. My mother saw my grimace and realized what was about to happen. Her eyes flared even more brightly with lust as she quickened her own pace, bouncing herself up and down on her knees, fucking me even more furiously with her tits, now a willing and anxious participant in her own defilement.
"Hey, knock it off." The Japanese guy behind her grunted in irritation at her frantic movement, though he didn't turn around to see what was going on. I doubt mom and I would have stopped what we were doing even if he did.
I was so close. I continued thrusting as mom kept up her bouncing, both of us breathing hard from both arousal and exertion. I pressed my palm into the stranger's breast, flattening the tit against her chest, feeling the diamond tip of her nipple poke me through her thin sweater. My fingers caught the edge of the sweater's v-neck, and in my lust I yanked it down with all my strength, almost ripping the fine fabric in my haste. Thankfully the elastic held and I managed to pull it below her chest, allowing her big right tit to flop out into the open. This caused a gasp of surprise from the girl, and I allowed my eyes to wander back to her. She was so incredibly beautiful, standing there, brown hair stuck to her face in sweat, and her large, firm boob exposed for everyone to see. One man, who was pressed up behind her, did indeed see it. His wide, shocked eyes stared down past her shoulder at the exposed breast, unable to believe what he was seeing. The girl herself was in her own world, her shoulder continuing to rise and fall as she pleasured herself. She had her eyes open now though, the brown orbs staring hungrily at the face of her confused boyfriend, who looked like he had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Unable to help myself, my hand rose up to grasp the exposed breast from below, my greedy fingers wrapping around the soft, pliable flesh. I moaned as I gave the bare tit a squeeze. The girl gasped loudly and threw her head back, her long hair hitting the man behind her. He, of course, didn't notice as his eyes remained firmly latched onto her tit, and the fingers that were gripping it.
"Jenny, what's gotten into you?" Bill whispered in shock as he watched his girlfriend suddenly have an orgasm right in front of him.
Speaking of cumming, I was about to do the same. With Jenny's tit firmly in hand, I turned my attention back to mom. She was still in the throes of her lust, her upper body gyrating sexily as she continued to fuck up and down on my eager dick. It was harder than it had ever been before, and had turned an angry red. I felt myself on the brink; just a few more thrusts and I would explode. Just before I did though, I suddenly felt a shift from the person to my left, and suddenly I found that I could move my left arm!
It was as if God Himself saw what was going on and decided in His glorious mercy to intervene. Through His divine power, my arm was released from its imprisonment, and now I could use it to stop the moral deviance that was occurring. Unfortunately for the Almighty, I did not use my new freedom to extricate myself from damnation, but instead used it to further drag myself deeper into the Pit.
With my left arm free and my balls readying to burst, I reached over my mother's head and grabbed it. My fingers sunk into the silky strands of her bound hair, which caused my mother to look up from her chest in surprise. Her green eyes, shining with lust and confusion, quickly met mine and she opened her fine lips as if to ask me what I was about to do. Instead of answering her with words, I chose to do so with action.
Just as the electric explosion of pleasure burst up from my groin which was caused by the massive load of jism traveling up my cock, I used my firm grip on my mother's hair to slam her head downwards, towards the immense steel rod that was sandwiched between her tits. Her open mouth parted even wider in surprise, thus allowing my exploding dick to penetrate her oral cavity with ease. The pleasure that I had been feeling suddenly increased tenfold, as my mother's warm, wet, mouth clamped down around me.
"Mrrrphhhh-glggg!!!" Mom shouted, though her volume was muffled due to the exploding penis in her mouth. She attempted to pull herself off, but my hand continued to push her head down, forcing my ejaculating dick further into her throat. She coughed and complained, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anything. I was stuck in a world of absolute bliss, and nothing else existed except for me and my exploding cock. I shut my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth, seeing nothing but stars as what seemed like gallons upon gallons of cum shot out of me.
Minutes seemed to pass in bliss as I held my mother's head down, my hips spasming in pleasure as my right hand squeezed the unsuspecting stranger's tit as hard as I could. Pretty soon, the wonderful orgasm passed and I was left breathing heavily in contentment. Sweat coated my face and my heart thudded fiercely inside my chest, the beats slowly calming as I recovered from the most powerful orgasm of my life.
I finally opened my eyes and glanced down, seeing my mother still struggling against my vice-like grip. I quickly released her and her head shot up, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as my cock slid swiftly out of her hot, wet throat. She gasped and coughed while tears leaked from her eyes, trying to catch her breath as a slimy mixture of spunk and spit slowly leaked from her mouth and dripped down her chin. Bits of it hung down in thick strands, some of which snapped and splattered against the top of her breasts and stained clothing.
As I watched my mom attempt to recover her breath, and as my dick finally began to go soft, I tried to force myself to feel guilty. What I did was horrible and wrong; not only had I totally taken advantage of my mother's virtue by fucking her tits (twice), but I had just basically raped her mouth and forced her to swallow a whole load of my jizz. I don't know where you come from, but that just isn't RIGHT.
But as I continued to watch my mother, her hair in disarray, mascara running in thin tear tracks down her cum stained cheeks, her lips bruised from my dick, and her entire upper body covered in my juices, I realized that I did not feel guilt. Maybe that meant that I'm a horrible person, a deviant and a monster, but at that moment I did not care. Later would come the consequences of my actions, and they would most likely be severe. But at this moment, in this crowded, broken down elevator, I cared about only one thing: there was a beautiful woman at my knees who had just given me the most pleasurable moments of my life.
A shocked gasp to my right brought my attention to the girl whose boob I had been using as a stress ball. My eyes met her own, which were wide open in shock and horror. It seemed that my gorgeous stranger, after finally coming down from her self-induced orgasm, had now noticed that it was not her boyfriend's hand that had been mauling her tit, but my own. Indeed, my fingers were still happily wrapped around her sizable globe, and I felt no need to let go of the wonderfully soft and firm orb just because the jig was up. Perhaps it was the fact that I had just had two of the greatest cums of my life, or maybe it was the fact that the elevator might drop and this could be the last moments of our life, but regardless of the reason I felt no fear. I felt wonderful, invincible. Like I could do no wrong.
So instead of removing my intruding hand from her breast like any normal human being should have, I instead squeezed it tighter, reveling in the softness my fingers were feeling. The girl gasped in outrage, then blushed and turned her head away. I guess she felt embarrassed about diddling herself while a perfect stranger was groping her, and she didn't want her boyfriend to know. Whatever the reason was, I couldn't have cared less. So I continued squeezing her boob, flicking my thumb across the stiff nipple as I watched her try to repress her pleasured trembling.
Eventually, much to the relief of everyone in the elevator (except for myself, who would have been perfectly happy to stay where I was) the power came back on and the elevator began a slow descent to the ground floor. Most people shouted in joy, while others merely breathed a sigh of relief that their ordeal was over. I, myself, reluctantly let go of the stranger's breast, giving her nipple one last parting squeeze before pulling away. The girl quickly yanked her sweater up, covering the lovely orb from view.
Unfortunately for mom, with her arms pinned down by my thighs, she could not fix herself up. She continually glared up at me from her kneeling position, obviously pissed off at how I had treated her earlier and most likely panicking at what she would do once the elevator doors opened. She was obviously in no state to be seen as she looked like she had just been gangbanged by an entire football team.
I avoided her angry eyes for the most part, not because of fear or guilt, but because I knew that looking down at her, seeing her in all her cum-stained glory would set my wood to growing again. I was in enough trouble as it was, and now that my adventure was over I did not wish to add to the already dire situation I was in.
After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator finally reached the ground floor. With a happy "ding," the doors parted and bright sunlight from the lobby streamed in. The people quickly streamed out, as they had been stuck in the hot and cramped confines for what seemed like an hour and they were most eager to get a breath of fresh air.
"Fuck, it smells like a whorehouse in here," muttered the Japanese guy in annoyance as the people out front began to exit the elevator. I looked down and saw mom blush at the comment.
The pressure pushing me back against the wall eventually lessened as more and more people exited the open doors. Pretty soon, the press was gone completely as the back half of the elevator marched out. I took a glance at the pretty stranger girl whose right tit I had intimately made friends with; she stiffly traipsed out of the elevator, her eyes deftly trying to avoid mine. Her boyfriend tried to keep pace with her swift steps, the ever present puzzled look still on his face. Before she stepped out, I managed to take a gander at her ass and almost laughed out loud when I saw a large wet stain against the back of her skirt. It looks like the guy behind her, who had spotted my groping of her boob, had some fun of his own.
Eventually, it was our turn to leave. I tried to help mom up, but she angrily swatted my hands away. She sneered at me, her cum-stained face making the look extremely sexy, as she attempted to get up on her own. "Don't touch me, you bastard," she growled. "Just wait for me back at the car. I need to go to the restroom to clean up."
And so I exited the elevator, turning the corner so that I could head out the front and head towards the parking garage. It was then that I was almost blinded by several sudden flashes, and I blinked and almost leapt back in surprise. In the lobby were numerous emergency workers and photographers, as well as television reporters with their camera crews. I would learn later that there was an attempted terrorist attack at the building, and it was the explosion that had caused the elevator to almost collapse. No one was seriously hurt, but it was still big news in our small city.
Several of the reporters shouted some questions at me as I turned around swiftly, attempting to warn my mother before disaster could strike. Unfortunately, she had already rounded the corner form the elevators and had entered the lobby, stopping like a deer caught in headlights when the flashes from the cameras took her by surprise.
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed. The reporters ceased shouting their questions at the elevator passengers, and the cops and emergency crew stood stock still as they stared in awe. The other elevator passengers stopped and looked around, trying to see what the commotion (or lack thereof) was all about.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," said the Japanese guy when he spotted mom's state. Even shocked, he still looked and sounded pissed-off.
Mom, for her part, stood where she was, perhaps too shocked to move. Her eyes were wide and shining in despair as she beheld the scene before her through the cummy lenses of her librarian glasses. Her face, hair, chest, and clothing was covered with sperm, even her skirt was wet from where my cum had dripped down from her chest. She was quite a sight to behold, and I'm sure everyone in that lobby agreed with me.
One paparazzi managed to break the spell we were all under, as he quickly took several snapshots of mom's bakakke-like state. The flashes seemed to snap mom awake, as well as the other photographers, as they quickly began snapping away as well. Mom let out a horrified shriek, and her flight reflexes took over as she ran past me in an attempt to flee. She pushed her way past the crowd of reporters and emergency personnel, most of the women jumping out of the way so that they wouldn't get any of the jism on them. She eventually made her escape, pushing open the front doors and out into the streets outside. My last sight of her was her fine butt swaying as she ran, and a stray regretful thought popped into my head.
Damn. I didn't get to cum on that ass...