It seems one time wasn’t enough for this mother and son…
Ever since our first encounter, I’ve had a burning desire for my son. I don’t understand it, why do I feel this way? A mother shouldn’t think of her boy like this. Yet here I am lusting after him. This winter has been especially cold and snowy, so we haven’t been going outside much at all. Today though is the fifth snow day in three weeks, and I don’t think I can keep my emotions bottled up much longer. I had my daughters downstairs watching a movie, when I called my son upstairs to help me with a chore.
“What do you need, mom?” my son Connor asked.
“I was doing some laundry, and was cleaning out the closet, I thought you could help me out.” I told him.
He walked up and started helping me right away. I love how helpful he always is for me. AS we worked I asked him about his girlfriend and what they’ve been getting into recently. He told me she’s got the tightest gripping pussy and that her boobs are starting to grow bigger. In fact everything he described about her sounded familiar, it sounded like she was pregnant. I don’t know how she couldn’t be at this point, I’ve heard those two in bed time and time again having the most intense orgasms for a teenage couple. In fact hearing them has been a big part of why I’m so turned on around my son.
“I still think about what we did a few weeks ago, I never told your father about it.” I told him.
“I still think about it, too, mom. You and Lucinda are both very sexy women, but no one can surpass the love I have for you. Dad truly is the luckiest man in the world to get to have you every night.” he replied, such a romantic statement from him made my pussy gush liquid through my panties.
“You know, it doesn’t have to be a one time thing..?” I said playfully.
He didn’t need a response, or further invitation. My son turned to me and dropped the stuff he had in his hands, walked up to me and lifted me in the air. He carried me to my bed and started kissing me like I was a long lost lover reunited. It seems we were making moves on each other this whole time and it was finally exploding into this release of pent up sexual tension. Somewhere, somehow, along the way, I lost my clothes. Not that I was upset, my boy had his face buried in my tits. Unlike last time, he was far better prepared for the job and I was loving it. He was so hard without needing any warm up, and his tip was rubbing between my wet pussy lips.
“Oh fuck, just put it in! Fuck me! We both want it!” I moaned as he teased my poor pussy with his cock head and fingers. He ignored me, the little bastard kept fingering me relentlessly, and I was absolutely loosing my mind over it. He knelt beside me and ravaged my motherly cunt with his fingers while I turned my head to suck his cock. I don’t know how he learned all this so quickly. He just stared into my eyes as mine filled with tears.
“CHRIST IN HEAVEN I’M FUCKING CUMMING! I’M FUCKING CUMMING SO HARD!” I moaned with intensity as my oldest boy made me orgasm with his fingers. I was weeping, straight up ugly crying, as my pussy squirted in a way I’ve only done once before. “Please fuck me! I fucking need you to fuck me!” I said weeping and weak.
He got down and put his cock into position. When he finally slide it inside me, it was better than anything I’ve ever felt. The way he moved his body with mine, my ass against his hips as he thrust into me. My pregnant, sex-craving pussy suctioned down on his cock as my soft, motherly boobs bounced around between our chests as we kissed. I couldn’t believe I could feel this good fucking my son, but I felt like I was on the verge of squirting the entire time. We were locked in such desperate passion that we were on top of each other with his cock firmly lodged in my pussy. I got on top and was grinding hard against him, fuck he felt so good in me. As I rode my son cowgirl style, my pregnant belly was rubbing against his. He put his hands on my tits and rubbed all over my body. My four month baby belly was still small enough for me to fuck properly, and my son still used me like a whore.
“Fuck, you fuck me better than any man I’ve been with!” I blurted out.
“That’s cause other men use you like meat, but to me you’re a mother, and I fuck you the way you need to be fucked.” he whispered in my ear.
He put me in doggy right after and pressed his cock into my ass. He had never fucked my ass, and I never technically said he could. But with no resistance from me he kept going hard.
“OH CHRIST! OH FUCK! OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” I screamed as his balls hit my clit making my pussy orgasm while his entire cock raided my asshole. By this point we had been fucking for long enough we had forgotten what time it was, but I had been cumming more than enough for him to finally get off as well. I asked him where he wants to cum, and that any hole is open, or he can cum on my face, tits or ass. Really I was a blank canvas for my son’s load to paint. Last time he gave me a creampie, as I am already pregnant, there’s no harm in it. But this time as he was masturbating his cock with my pussy, fucking hard and fast, he put me on my knees and held his shaft above my face. He jerked himself off as I held my mouth open, but his huge load of cum glazed my face. It was all over my face and a lot still landed in my mouth. My son’s teenage loads were huge compared to my husband’s. No wonder he got Lucinda pregnant. But then he did something unexpected. He kissed my face, gathering his own cum on his lips before kissing me. No man I’ve been with had done that before.
We made out with his cum between our lips as his cock grew softer. Like last time I invited him to shower with me, and we got in together. We washed each other head to toe, and I took special care to clean his cock with my mouth. He had the perfect dick, what can I say, it was crafted in the finest pussy.
“Oh shit mom I’m gonna cum again!” he said as he shampooed my hair. He grabbed my head and forced it down on his cock, shooting his second load directly in my throat. I couldn’t chose to spit or swallow as he was so deep in my mouth. He emptied himself in my mouth and I cleaned his tip. We dried off, got dressed and went about our days. This time though, as we stood in the bathroom naked together, he told me we need to make this a regular thing. He felt up my boobs as I told him I’d love it more than anything, so long as he still respects me as his mother and doesn’t treat me like some slut, and that no one else finds out. He happily agreed and slapped my ass.
“So how many men have you been with anyway, mom?” he asked me.
“Five, four white guys including dad, and one black guy. They’re older and have bigger dicks, but I was being totally honest when I said you fuck me the best.” I told him.
“You’ve been with a black guy?” he asked, surprised.
“Yeah, but you don’t need to know about who I’ve been with. You get more than most boys ever will from theirs moms already.” I told him.
“Fair enough. I can’t wait till next time…”
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