บท 445: Obsessed With My Son
bymtnman2003©
It started simply enough. I entered the kitchen after a day at work to find my senior high school son between her legs, leaning firmly against his girlfriend, pressing her against the counter by the sink. They had not heard me come in, and were locked deeply in a kiss. As I rounded the corner, my son's hips arched lower, tilted up as he pushed his crotch into her mound, pushing upwards, grinding his sex into hers. Her hands were on his ass, pulling him hard against her. I heard a stereo groan from both of them. I stopped dead in my tracks, a hot flash raced through my pussy as I focused on their waists. My son humped her hard for several seconds, grinding his pelvis against hers. "God I want you," he whispered.
"I'm home," I said, startling even myself.
"Mom," Jake almost shrieked. He turned away quickly, the large bulge in his pants evident as he turned quickly away. "You're early," he continued, moving toward the end of the counter, tugging his girl by the elbow to follow him.
"Apparently," I laughed.
"Mom, it's not what you think," Jake glared.
"It's not," I asked quizzically. "Kids, I understand making out and sex," I continued trying to smooth the discussion. "You're over 18. Do you," I finished, turning to face them. I tried to look stern, hiding my internal feelings. I glanced to Jake, his bulge still visible.
"Mom," he groaned. "We gotta jet," he followed.
"Dinner in an hour," I said, raising my voice so he would hear as they headed out the door. I reached for the counter top. My knees felt like rubber. My cunt throbbed. I needed fucked. Glancing at the clock, I headed upstairs to change clothes.
The house was so quiet. My mind continued to race, thoughts of Jake continued to fill my mind. Was he a virgin? How many girls had he had sex with? Was he doing safe sex? Did he know how to have sex? Please a woman? Woman, hell I chuckled to myself. Had I gotten so cynical? God, I could not remember what I knew at his age. When did his dad and I start our sexual relationship? Seniors in high school. Yep, now I remembered. Our first time was not unlike what I had observed minutes ago with Jake.
Opportunity, lust, hormones, all combined to make our sex quick, unfulfilling, and painful. We did try again though, and it got better with the years. I sat contemplating my life, our lives. We loved each other! We were faithful, honest, and still sexually active. Even at my age, 36, I still had strong sexual desires. And Kevin, he still lusted for me. I had kept my body in shape, I worked out religiously. Actually, my body was as toned now as it ever was. Almost naked, I stepped in front of the mirror on the closet door. I look pretty damn good I thought to myself. My hands caressed down my body, starting over my tits, pinching my hard nipples, sliding down my torso, over my mound. I allowed my fingertips to slide softly over my mound, over the hump to feel my lips, puffy lips hidden by my panties. It felt so good. I snaked a finger between my lips, feeling my clit. I've got time my brain screamed. I moved quickly to the bed, stretching out on my back, slipping my panties down, spreading my legs wide. I pushed a hand between my legs, dipping my fingers into my wet slit. Within seconds, I was furiously mashing my clit against my body, pushing the limits of my body's senses, needing an orgasm, a release.
My mind flooded my senses with Kevin, kneeling between my legs, his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking me, biting my flesh, his fingers dipping into my dripping cunt. "Yes," I growled. "Suck me baby," I whispered. My brain switched a vision of Kevin for a vision of Jake instantly. "No," I grunted, feeling my orgasm approaching. My fingers moved faster over my hard clit. "No," I repeated, moving quickly to my orgasm. It was Jake's face between my legs, his tongue, his lips, his fingers flooded my mind. My body exploded into a serious orgasm. I humped my fingers hard, grinding my clit against my slick flesh for a second orgasm. "Yes baby," I whispered softly, growling deep in my body. I relaxed for several minutes, my mind turning over my thoughts again and again. What kind of sick mother was I? How could I even imagine Jake having sex with me? Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I jumped up, dressed, and headed down stairs.
It's funny how an obsession clouds the mind. Over the next days, weeks, and months, I watched Jake carefully. I purposefully made chances for my confrontations of him, checking his shorts for stains, checking his sheets, observing his hours, his dates, his phone calls when possible. I grew to know when he had a sexual release, or I believed he had sex. His manner, his temperament, his mood all changed. But for a super high school senior stud, he seemed to have very little actual sex, but more red palm play in his room. I even found myself looking through his clothes to find cum stained boxers. I would inhale his musky odor in his dirty clothes.
I grew jealous of his girlfriends. I watched as they played, touching, caressing softly, anything that indicated more intimate contact could be expected. I encouraged him to get to the gym, work out, spend adequate time in his studies, actually ready him self for the rigorous requirements of college life. Then, I became concerned about the coed college life with a young man that was a real physical specimen. I was "Damned if I did, damned if I didn't" encourage him.
I often imagined I was his girlfriend, noting how he touched them, how his hands would massage their neck, back, legs, and even chest when I would sneak a peek to discreetly catch them in some sort of torrid passion. I placed his hands on my body at every opportunity. I hugged him, pressed my body against him with great caution. My nipples would grow hard, my cunt would flood at the thought of him, his hands, his cock. And with the changes of weather, fewer clothes were worn, increasing my desires for this hot, young piece of meat. I imagined the size of his cock. Man sized on a young man. Stamina, I bet he could fuck like a bull, hammer my hungry pussy, and come back for more before my orgasm had even diminished. My son was the best fuck I could ever imagine. And God did I masturbate. I flooded more panties than ever. I was always on the prowl. I was obsessed, I needed his cock.
Kevin never even questioned my increased need for cock. I grew very aggressive, jumping him at least 2-3 times a week. I grew randy, needing hard, fast, uncomplicated sex, pounding my sex to submission. I needed his cum in my mouth, on my tits, sprayed over my face, in my cunt, shoved deep in my ass. I needed cum. I kept Kevin drained now. He loved it, calling me his sex slave. I did his bidding, all the while switching Jake for my husband in my mind.
I grew more obsessed. I needed Jake's cock, his thrusts, his penetrations, his cum in my mouth, my cunt, my ass. How could I tell him? How could I seduce my own son? I needed a plan, but none came to mind. The school year passed quickly, Jake graduated the last weekend of May. Half the summer flew by, and Jake was getting ready to move to campus. I grew sick inside. The love of my life, my son was leaving me. And taking his cock with him. I was growing desperate. I had to have him before he left. Somehow!
And luck fell my way. Just after July 4th, Kevin had a large contract arise out of state, and would require him to spend the next 8-weeks at minimum 1500 miles away. While all was addressed, he felt bad that he would not be available for the weeks before Jake had to leave. Hugs, tears, and tender moments were spent prior to Kevin leaving. Now it was Jake and myself. I would act quickly to make him the man of the house. Just thinking about him floods my pussy even to this day.
Kevin left early Friday morning, heading out by car to the new client. During the day, I ran errands, got groceries, had a facial, and readied myself for the planned seduction later this evening. Arriving home, I started Jake's favorite light dinner, dressed in a very short floppy, flowing skirt, tub top, and began the dinner. Jake arrived from a day out with his best friend Steve. Jake invited him to stay for dinner, letting me know Steve had plans for right after dinner. I agreed, no need to do something out of the norm. The way Steve reacted to me, he flirted from the get go. Compliments flowed, he busied himself setting the table, standing close behind me to watch me stir, poured a glass of good white wine, made conversation as Jake sat at the table and watched. He grinned numerous times as Steve made comments, even calling me a MILF indirectly. Jake waved his hands frantically. "Steve, she knows that acronym," Jake laughed as he turned bright red.
"Jesus Ms. G, I'm sorry," Steve apologized.
We had a great dinner. I even teased the boys about the change in their routines once college began. I addressed they would make their own decisions, and live with their own consequences of those decisions. I commented about how hot the coeds would be, experiencing life, free from mom and dad as well. I cautioned them, even shaking my finger at the boys in a mock stern moment. "Keep your pants zipped," I instructed. I excused myself, headed into the kitchen to grab some cake and ice cream. Standing at the counter, I felt a body saddle up against my backside, a hard cock pressing softly against my ass. Glancing quickly over my shoulder, I found Steve, looking, hesitating, not quite sure what was going to happen next.
"Steven, are you thinking about me," I inquired, teasing him verbally. "Don't do this Steve," I said sternly. "I'm flattered. Honestly, but I don't think so sweetie," I continued. I stepped away, moving quickly around him to enter the dining room. A minute passed, Steve returned.
"I've got to run buddy," he stated looking directly at Jake. "Call you tomorrow," he told Jake. "Thanks for dinner Ms. G," glancing my way, and he was out the door.
Jake looked to me, his eyes searching for some explanation. "Do you know what that was about," he asked?
"I believe he made a pass at me," I said softly. "I did not respond the way he hoped," I continued, taking a long, slow bite of cake. Jake sat dumbfounded, unable to speak.
"Mom, I'm so sorry," he finally stuttered.
"Baby, I'm flattered actually," I explained. "It's just not expected or wanted," I finished.
"I understand why he would make a pass at you," my son stated. "My friends all think you are hot," he laughed.
"Really," I drew the word out, contemplating his words. "I'm an old married woman," I stated flatly.
"Not bad for an old married woman," Jake stated. He grabbed his bowl, stood for an instant, and headed into the kitchen. In that split instant, I glanced to his crotch, finding his pants tented, pointing directly at me. I focused on his crotch, glanced quickly back to his face. He noted my focus.
"Up for a movie tonight," I hollered over my shoulder.
"Sure, I will go rent that new Al Pacino, Matthew McConaughey movie," he replied.
He left to go get the movie, I made some popcorn to munch during the movie. Jake soon returned.
As we retired to the media room, I brought a nice glass of wine, the popcorn, and a soda for him. I plopped down on the couch, snuggled into the cushions. Jake started the movie, and sat down next to me like always. Wiggling his shoulders, he expected a backrub, a normal interaction while watching movies. The McConaughey guy is a nice looking man, and the movie shows several sequences where he is shirtless, lifting weights, and sweaty.
"Mom, do you think he is sexy," Jake asked.
"Absolutely baby," I responded, rubbing his back. I let my nails trace little scratches over his skin. He leaned back beside me. My hand dropped to my thigh, resting against his thigh as well. With fingers bent, I trailed my fingers back and forth over his leg, up and down his thigh to his shorts. Nothing was said, we munched and watched the movie in silence. In one sequence, McConaughey has a rather intense sex scene in the semi-darkness with an attractive young lady. During that moment, I dug my fingernails into Jake's thigh, squeezing firmly as a twinge of lust crossed through my sex, making me groan as I imagined her position, imagined her impaling her cunt on his rigid cock, and felt my hips wiggle as I would do in driving the rigid flesh deep into my body. I groaned out loud. I excused myself, ran to the bathroom embarrassed by my reactions in front of my son.
Upon returning, Jake had rewound the sequence, and started the movie again just prior to the sex scenes. I lay down on the couch, stretching out with my head on Jake's thigh, also a common position we shred many many times in the past. As the scene passed again, I squeezed my legs together, and watched intently as the scene finished. I caressed Jake's thigh from mid thigh to his knee as he caressed my hair, neck, and shoulders. To my surprise, I felt Jake's cock under my head, on the inside of his thigh. Hard, extending down his leg, I could feel his hard meat almost throbbing, flexing hard along side my head. My fingers traced high under my cheek, under his shorts, stretching to reach up his thigh, nails dragging over the sensitive skin. I bumped into his cock head softly, covered by his boxers. I moved against his cock head so softly, inadvertently, wanting to tease him, but not to acknowledge his cock. "Oh fuck," Jake whispered, just barely audible. His hips arched upwards slightly. I pulled my hand back down, away from his rigid cock. I felt his hips relax as he sank back into the cushions.
Jake's hand slid down my body, sliding quickly over my side, brushing the side of my tit. His hand hesitated, not sure what to do. He moved his hand further down my body to my waist. He caressed my abdomen, his fingers pointing down, sliding under the waistband of my shorts and panties. I held my breath, sucking my stomach in. His hand stopped movement, pulling out. He rubbed my back for several minutes more as I casually stroked his thigh. We did not speak, but watched the movie in silence. I moved to sit up, placing my hand on Jake's thigh. My fingers wrapped around the girth of his cock under his shorts as I pushed up. I gave the slightest of squeezes, feeling the firmness, the softness of his flesh through his clothing.
I straightened my flowing skirt, raised my arm and looked to him. "Your turn sweetie. Put your head on mommy," I stated. Jake scrambled to lie down on the couch, putting his head high on my thigh. I stroked his hair softly as we watched the movie. Jake's hand rested on my lower thigh, in front of his face. Jake caressed slowly, moving up and down my thigh. His fingers dipped deep over my thigh, reaching down to the inside of my thigh. His fingers would stretch to trace his nails on my other thigh as my legs were close together. Trailing fire, he would slide his fingers up my thigh, using his nails to rake the skin softly. He would drive the fingers up past his head, just slightly under my skirt. Each time he did this, the material of my skirt bunched upwards, exposing more thigh for him to feel and caress. With each upward movement of his hand, I took a deep, slow breath, wanting his to push hard, to drive his hands into my crotch, to feel how damp my pussy was, to feel my engorged lips, my clit protruding from between my lips, aching for his touch. But with each pass, he slowed, pulling his hand back down. It got to be a game, in my mind, my hips almost arching, my thighs trying to spread, my cunt opening to capture his probing fingers. In reality, my hand caressed down his torso with each caress from him. I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts slightly, nails teasing his ass so slightly. I moved to his hip, pulling hard on his hip bone, sliding my fingerstips into the crevice between the hip bone and abdomen as he slid his hand up my thighs. I would scratch him as he pulled his hand back, making sure he knew the effect he was giving Mommy. The movie progressed slowly, but our time raced. The movie ended far too quickly.
"Time for bed baby," I told him. I was tired. I was horny. I needed to cum.
"Ah mom," whined Jake. He made no effort to move, caressing my thigh again. "You smell good Mom," Jake quipped, turning to kiss my bare thigh as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. My mind raced. My musky smell? My perfume? I panicked, moving to stand quickly.
"Night honey," I said, leaning to him. He jumped up, pulling me close, wrapping his arms firmly around my shoulders, mashing my body against his. I could feel his hardness pressing against my abdomen, rigid, standing up under his shorts. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled his body tighter against me, wiggling my shoulders, driving my body tight against him, pressing his cock hard against his body. Without thinking, I turned to him, pulled his head down to me, my mouth brushing his lips quickly. "Night baby," I whispered, pushing back away from him. I turned, bent at the waist to grab my slippers, exposing my long legs as my skirt road up my thighs, and moved to the door as I headed upstairs. Turning to look, Jake was stroking his crotch through his shorts. I moved quickly up the stairs to my room.
I could hardly breathe. My cunt was flooded! My brain was cursing me, begging me to go rape my son, to grab his swollen member, to suck his magnificent cock head into my mouth, drive my tongue into his monsters eye, to lick the precum from his tool, to jam his manhood down my throat. I wanted to grab him by the hair, to pull his face into my wet slit, driving his mouth onto my clit. Oh fuck I wanted to wash his face in my flowing juices. My hand reached into my wet crotch, my panties were soaked. I jammed a finger between my lips, thrust across my engorged clit, mashing her back and forth quickly. My knees buckled. I turned to sit on my bed, my hand pumping back and forth across my cunt, my finger thrashing my clit. Closing my eyes tightly, I pictured Jake, on his knees, his head firmly attached to my clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet hole. I attacked my cunt with both hands, pulling my lips wide open, mashing my clit hard, thrashing it back and forth fast. I probed my wet hole, sticking my fingers deep into my pussy, driving two as deep as I could penetrate my body and flick my clit at the same time. I lay back on the bed.
"Jake," I whispered. "Suck mommy, baby," I growled. Closing my eyes, I pictured Jake between my legs, my cunt lips wrapped softly on his mouth as he sucked my clit deep into his mouth, his teeth firmly holding me, his tongue flicking the sensitive flesh back and forth hard, fast. "Yes baby," I growled as my orgasm approached. "Suck mommy," I breathed audibly. My first orgasm washed over me, consuming my mind, all thought gone, a purely sexual satisfaction warming my insides, radiating from my sex and spreading out through my body. My breathing stopped, my hips arched, my cunt throbbed. I continued to flick my clit hard, slowing only to allow a breath to be inhaled. As I held the next breath, I again thrashed my swollen clit, faster, harder than before. I ached. I needed to cum again. Seconds passed, a second orgasm washed over me, raising the bar, flooding my cunt with more juices. My fingers penetrated my slick cunt quickly, driving two deep as I continued the assault on my clit. My breathing was now ragged, I was gasping for a breath as I thrust my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I needed cock. "Oh fuck," I grunted as I slammed my fingers deep into my swollen pussy. I squeezed my legs together, grinding my fingers deep, feeling them press against my hard clit once again. I pinched my clit hard, tugging, pulling on the sensitive flesh. Seconds more, a third orgasm pounded through my body, causing my cunt to throb uncontrollably. "Oh fuck Jake," I whimpered loudly. "Fuck mommy," I continued. I pumped my fingers in and out of my cunt. I rolled to my stomach, raising my ass in the air, forcing my hands deep into my crotch. I humped up and down my fingers and hands as I thrashed my screaming cunt. I screamed into the pillow.
I do not know how long I thrashed my cunt, but my hands, wrists, and bed were soaked from my flooding juices. I had never fucked myself so thoroughly. My cunt ached, I needed to be pounded. I needed a good, hard fucking. I needed Jake. I needed Jake to fuck mommy. I needed his cock buried in my cunt. My body screamed for cock. My cunt took control of my thoughts. I stripped my clothes from my body.
I slinked over to my door, cracked it open, putting my ear to the crack, listening. No sounds. I tiptoed down the hall, standing outside Jake's door. I listened in the darkness. Nothing! I massaged my throbbing cunt, rubbing the clit softly, stroking the length of my slit. I don't know how I expected to hear anything, my cunt was screaming so loud in my head. I held my breath, turning the handle to Jake's room. I pushed the door open a couple of inches, listening in the darkness. Jake was not snoring, but the room was dark. I listened closer, trying to hear movement of any kind. Maybe Jake was masturbating, thinking of mommy. I bet I crossed his mind. Did he want to fuck me? Would he eat my pussy? God, what if he thought my body was gross? What if he did not want me? My mind took control of my body. I slowly pulled the door closed, moving quickly back to my room. I could not breathe. What if Jake had caught me naked outside his room? Oh Jesus, what would he think? I stood petrified in my room. "Oh my God! Oh my God," I muttered to myself. "What was I thinking," I said out loud.
I crawled into bed. I drifted off to a restless sleep. I stroked my cunt softly, letting the feeling spread through my body as I slowly drifted to sleep. My cunt again begged for cock.
"Mom? Mom, you asleep," drifted into my ears. "Mom," questioned Jake.
"Baby, what is it," I responded. I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes had passed.
Jake stood by the edge of the bed. "Mom," he whispered. I felt the covers being pulled back as he crawled on the bed and under the covers. Stretching out beside me, his hand reached to me, landing on my shoulder. He caressed down my naked back. "Oh shit," he whispered in the darkness. His hand slowly crossed the small of my back, slowed but steadily moved to caress my ass. "Oh my God," he again whispered as my nakedness surprised him. His hand hesitated as he rounded the bottom side of my ass, his fingers moved toward my sex.
"Jake," I whispered. He froze, his hand stopping all movement. An eternity passed in the split seconds after I whispered Jake. I rolled to my side, facing Jake in the darkness, his hand now on my hip. I slipped my hand out, touching his chest. I trailed my hand slowly down his body, finding his boxers. I stopped at the waist band, my fingers unable to move forward, but no able to pull back. Jake's hand covered mine for an instant, then sliding under the waist band of his boxers, opening them for me. My hand slid so fucking slowly downwards, feeling his pubic hair, my nails finding the base of his cock. Pointed down, he was engorged, rigid. He groaned deeply as I touched his flesh with my fingertips, my nails leaving a line of fire as my fingers wrapped the flesh, my thumb wrapping the other side. I groaned loudly as I pulled his cock upwards, stroking softly. He was rigid and leaking pre-cum. I groaned again as my hand rubbed over the end of his cock. Squeezing my thumb and fingers together, I formed a hole to shove his cock through, squeezing hard, stroking him hard. He groaned deeply, his hips flexing, driving his cock through my hand. He roughly grabbed my tits, pinching a nipple, stinging me deeply. I pulled my hand off his cock, covering my wounded tit.
"Ouch," I said loudly. "Don't do that," I instructed, a corrective motherly tone to my voice.
"Sorry mommy," grunted Jake. "Oh God, I'm going to cum," he almost shouted, embarrassed. I grabbed his cock, pressing it against his abdomen, pushing him to his back. I threw the covers off him. I felt his cock throb under my hand. "Oh fuck mommy," Jake grunted. "I'm sorry mommy," he whispered softly. I pressed his cock flat against his body as he shot rope after rope of cum. I could feel he massive jerks of his cock in the darkness. Jake groaned with each spurt of cum. He quickly finished his orgasm. "I'm sorry mom," he again whispered in the darkness.
"Stay still baby, let mommy grab a wash cloth," I whispered. I climbed over him, and moved to the bathroom. I turned the light on, moving to the linen closet. I grabbed a wash cloth, warmed the water in the sink, soaked the cloth, wringing out the excess water, and headed back to my bed. I left the bathroom light on, casting a warm glow throughout the bedroom. Jake had not moved. His hand covered his deflated cock. I moved to him, silhouetted in the semi-darkness of the room. I could tell he was looking at my body, trying to see. His hand reached for me. "Wait baby," I instructed. Globs of cum were up under his sternum, and draped down over his navel, squirted as far as his flattened cock could shoot. I had not seen so much cum in years. Kevin had surgery, so the quantity of his ejaculations were substantially smaller than before the surgery. I wondered what Jake's cum would taste like. My cunt again throbbed. I reached to touch his highest glob of cum. My fingertip dipped into the creamy fluid, rubbing it around in a small circle. Jake watched quizzically. I hesitated, pulled my hand to my lips, my tongue extending to lick the taste into my mouth. I sucked the finger into my mouth, staring at Jake. In a split second, Jake wiped up a glob of cum on his fingertip, reached to my mouth. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled the finger slowly to my mouth, my tongue extending to touch him, to suck the finger slowly into my mouth. My tongue danced around his finger as I hungrily sucked it deep into my mouth. Jake flat out groaned loudly.
"Lick my cum off me mommy," Jake whispered. "Please mother," he continued. I looked at him, lying there. I tossed the washcloth to the night stand, pushed his legs together, and moved to straddle him, placing my cunt inches above his knees. I lowered my torso, my head just above his hanging cock. I stared into his eyes as I extended my tongue, flattening it against his hairy stomach. I grabbed his flaccid cock, stood it up, holding the underside with my thumb. I rubbed upwards from his nuts, pushing any remaining fluid up his cock. I sucked the soft head into my mouth, sucking hard to drain any lonely fluids. Just as quickly, I let his cock flop from my lips. Slowly, I licked up his belly, darting my tongue in and out of my mouth, licking little globs of cum with each lick. His body arched against me, his cock now pressing against my tits. He held my shoulders. He watched me intently. His eyes grew wild, his lust growing instantly. As I moved up his body, I slid my pussy along his body, wiggling back and forth over his legs and thighs.
Sitting upright, placing my hands on his chest, I could feel his cock under my cunt. I mashed my body down, grinding my sex on him. I humped back and forth on his cock. I coated his sex with my juices. He grabbed my tits, cupping them gently this time, rolling the nipples firmly, pulling them, squeezing them. "Yes Baby," I whispered. "You like momma's tits honey," I asked. He grinned as I ground my pussy all over his growing cock. I desperately needed to cum. I ached. I watched him lick his lips, and I knew what I needed next. I moved up his body, placing my cunt at his mouth. Grabbing his hair, I lifted his face up toward my wet gash. "Lick me sweetie, make mommy cum honey," I commanded. He grabbed my thighs, pulling his face up as I bent over his face. He locked his mouth on my swollen clit, sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking it back and forth quickly. I sat up, arching my body forward, driving my wet pussy hard on his face, his tongue. He lapped me hard, driving his tongue deep into my hole, then returning to assault my clit. I flooded his face with my juices. "Yes baby," I repeated over and over, riding him hard. "Mommy's going to cum baby! Oh God baby! Mommy's cumming," I hissed out, grabbing his head shoving my cunt hard on his mouth. I rode his tongue for several minutes, reaching around behind me to grab his hard cock. "Yes baby, mommy's going to fuck you honey! Mommy's going to fuck her man baby," I grunted out.
I moved off his face, he stretched hard to suck me as I lifted up. I moved quickly down his body, my fingers spreading my juices all over my cunt. God I was wet. I was almost dripping from cumming so hard. I straddled him, grabbed his hard cock as I stretched over his body. "Fuck me baby! Mommy needs your cock!" I whispered. I aimed his rigid cock, lowered my body, hesitating slightly as his cock entered my hole. I pushed my body down hard, driving his cock completely into my body with two thrusts of my hips. I ground my crotch on his, mashing our bodies together. Smaller than his dad's, he made up for it in energy. He went nuts, thrusting his hips up a foot off the bed, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. He fucked me hard. I thrust my hips in every direction, humping him forward and backwards, driving his cock over my clit, deep into my pussy, and up and down hard, fucking every inch of his cock. I rode him hard!
He grabbed my hips, pulling me down hard on him, thrusting hard to cram every inch of meat into my cunt. His eyes closed, I could feel his need to cum again so quickly. I needed to cum as well.
"Cum in me baby," I shouted at him. "Cum in Mommy," I instructed. "God I love your cock baby," I almost shouted. "Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard!" I screamed. I thrust my hips so hard forward, backwards, up, down that I thought I would rip the damn thing off him. We both started grunting, groaning with each thrust, breathing came in gasps. Our bodies slapped together, the sounds of flesh against flesh filling my bedroom.
"Oh fuck!" screamed Jake, thrusting his hips up hard, lifting me entirely off the bed. I drove my cunt down hard, sucking his cock deep with my muscles. Jake started grunting, a hard grunt escaping his lips with each spurt of cum. With each spurt, he involuntarily thrust upwards, driving his hard cock deep, grinding against my sex.
"Oh baby," I grunted out hard. I reached to my clit, flicking it hard. "Mommy's cumming," I screamed out, my mind exploding in flashes of light. My eyes closed so tightly, my focus only on my cunt, his cock, and our fucking. Sweat rolled down my body as we thrust against each other. I tried to suck his cock off his body, squeezing my cunt muscles hard. We settled down, his cock buried deep. I could feel his soft spasms as he flexed his cock. I humped him like a madwoman, my cunt lips washing over his pubic bone, covering his balls with wetness. I soaked him, juices running out of my pussy, running down his balls. I collapsed on him lying flat on his chest. Our breathing gradually slowed. I could feel his cock slowly slipping out of my cunt. I growled deeply, turning to bite his nipple, sucking the flesh into my mouth. He moaned loudly, pulling my head hard against his nipple.
"Oh fuck Mother," he whispered. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he repeated several times, pulling me close, his hips tilting, trying to keep his deflating cock in my cunt. He rolled me to the side, pushing me to my back, keeping his place between my legs. Rising to his elbows, he looked deeply into my eyes. His hips humped against my sex, his head bowed, his eyes closed tightly as he whispered "God damn Mother," softly. He leaned to kiss me, his lips hungrily sucking my lips, his tongue exploding into my mouth. He sucked the breath from my lungs as he again humped his hips against my sex. Humping hard against me, he pulled his head back looking into my eyes. "Mom, I want to fuck you again," he whispered, holding me close. "Please," he whispered softly.
"Baby, Mommy's just started," I whispered into his ear, biting his ear lobe softly. "I want your cock again and again and again and again," I whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. "Starting right now," I growled.
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