My orgasm built and built in me. I would have such a huge one. He would make me burst. The taboo passion swelled in me. I rose toward that forbidden orgasm, my pussy aching for something more even as I neared my climax.
“Damian,” I whimpered like a shameless hussy.
“Go ahead and cum, Mom,” he growled and suckled on my clit.
My eyes widened at the pleasure bursting from my bud. Sparks sizzled through my pussy. My entire body shuddered at what he did to me. My boobs jiggled and quivered. All this pleasure swept through me. It was amazing. I squeezed my thighs around his head, holding him tight.
He suckled on me with passion. I whimpered, my head tossing back and forth. This was it. I couldn’t take much more of this. His tongue danced around my clit. If this was his first time—and I knew it was—then how was he so skilled at it?
“Damian!” I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me. “Yes!”
Waves of incestuous passion washed through my body and swept over my mind. I shuddered, my cunt spasming as the pleasures drowned all thoughts. I squeezed my thighs around my son’s head, holding him to my pussy.
My moans echoed through my husband’s church. I bucked on the altar, gasping out in abject rapture. I quivered, a sacrifice to my son’s passions. A taboo offering to his desires. My toes curled as he tongued my juices.
“Mom, damn,” he groaned. “You taste delicious!”
“Good!” I whimpered as I shuddered through so much bliss. I felt so good quivering here. Just so amazing.
He lifted his head from my pussy, my entire body trembling. My orgasm receded, but I knew another one would sweep through me soon. His hard cock thrust out before him aimed right at my married flesh. My son wanted to fuck me.
I craved for him to bury that big dick into my pussy and fuck me hard. I wanted to feel that amazing cock burying into my snatch. That would be fantastic. He pressed his dick through my blonde curls, his hands sliding up my naked torso to grip my breasts.
“Yes,” I moaned, staring into my son’s eyes. “Take me! I really want to have the sin to confess.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, Mom, you will.”
My son rammed his cock back into my pussy’s depths.
My back arched at the forbidden rush of my son’s dick plunging to the hilt in my pussy. His nuts slapped into my taint. I shuddered at that massive girth in me. He was so big, like his father. I groaned, squeezing my snatch down around him, savoring him stretching me out.
His hands kneaded my boobs. I trembled. It had been so long since I had been so fulfilled. I wrapped my thighs around my son’s legs and reveled in him being in my pussy. My cunt clamped down on him. His thumbs slid over my breasts and massaged my clit.
“Damn, that’s amazing, Mom,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so hot. Tight. It’s just fantastic.”
“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Damian. Make love to your mother.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Mom.” He drew back his cock, my pussy clinging to his hard shaft. “Going to pound you into bliss.”
He rammed back into my cheating cunt.
“Yes!” I moaned, his nuts slapping into my taint as the pleasure washed through me.
My son pounded my pussy. He fucked my incestuous twat hard and fast, burying back into the hole that birthed him over and over again. I loved it. I savored that amazing dick fucking me with force. He buried into me with such passion.
I reveled in his girth stretching out my pussy. My cunt gripped him, reveling in his cock. He squeezed my big tits as he fucked me, pleasure burning in his blue eyes. I loved his grunts and groans as he enjoyed my cunt.
He reveled in his mother’s pussy.
This was such a forbidden moment. I loved it. I groaned as his cock thrust into my pussy again and again. He drove me toward my climax. I would have a huge one on his dick. He buried into me again and again, swelling me toward that wonderful moment of climax.
I squeezed my cunt down his dick. I whimpered and moaned as he fucked me with such force. He pounded my snatch over and over again, thrusting to the hilt in my cunt. I loved that big dick fucking me hard and fast.
I whimpered and moaned as he rammed into me with force. He plowed into my snatch with that amazing dick. I shuddered, my head tossing from side to side as he buried into my cunt again and again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, honey, fuck your mommy’s cunt!”
“Gladly!” Damian grinned down at me. “You’re my whore, aren’t you, Mommy?”
“Yes!” I clamped my cunt down on his cock, savoring the silky friction building my orgasm. I would explode on his dick. “Mommy’s your whore, Damian! Oh, fuck Mommy’s cunt so hard!”
He pounded my pussy. I squirmed on the altar, my juices trickling down my taint to soak the cloth beneath my rump. He squeezed my big boobs as he hammered me. I hurtled toward my mighty climax. I would cum so hard on him.
Just explode on his dick.
I squeezed my snatch down on him as he rammed to the hilt in me again and again. I trembled, my face contorting as he hurtled me toward my climax. Every plunge of his dick into my pussy brought me closer and closer to my forbidden climax. I whimpered, my face twisting in delight.
I squeezed my cunt down hard on that amazing and delicious dick, eager for every drop of pleasure he could give me. My orgasm swelled in me as my son buried to the hilt in my snatch. He reached to my cervix with that big cock of his.
His manly dick.
“Yes!” I cried and came on my son’s amazing cock.
“Mom!” he groaned as he drew back, feeling my forbidden cunt celebrating his massive girth. “Shit!”
“Cum in me,” I begged as he pumped away at my writhing cock, the waves of sinful ecstasy drowning my mind. The bliss inundated my every thought. “Please, please, please!”
My passion echoed through the church as he buried into my cunt and growled. “Mom!”
His cock erupted into my pussy. His taboo seed poured into my snatch. He flooded me with blast after blast of his cum. I groaned, my pussy rippling around his dick. I arched my back, loving all that spunk flooding me. It was gorgeous to feel. Just a fabulous delight to have all that wonderful spunk filling me up.
I moaned out in taboo bliss, my cunt rippling and writhing around my son’s dick. I milked him dry. I worked out every drop of my son’s seed. I wanted it all in me. I craved every last spurt of his spunk to soak my womb. I shuddered.
“Damian,” I whimpered, my orgasm carrying me higher and higher. “Oh, Damian.”
“Mom,” he groaned and erupted a final time in me. He filled me with all that delight. I shuddered as my orgasm crested in me. “You’re mine!”
I snapped awake.
I bolted upright, gasping for breath. My nightgown clung to my body. My husband snored softly next to me in bed. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:33 AM. I fell back, shuddering. I was soaked in sweat, my body rippling from the orgasm I had with my…
“Just a dream,” I whispered. “Just a dream, Anna. A dream.”
I quivered from that horrible dream I had. Making love to my son? Begging to be his whore? That was never happening. I didn’t even know why I had it. Was it because…?
“No, no, no,” I whispered to myself, my panties soaked by orgasm. “I won’t let my son become that. I won’t!”
“Hmm, Anna,” my husband groaned, coming awake. “What’s that?”
Jarod turned his head, blinking his eyes. Without his glasses, I would be a blurry mess for him. I stared at him, my pussy burning with passion. With this ache. I swallowed as I stared at my husband, needing relief.
“Eat my pussy right now, Jarod,” I commanded. “Devour your wife’s pussy! Do your husbandly duty.”
“Yes, honey,” he said and threw back the covers. He knew who was in charge in the bedroom. Things had changed that night.
He moved down the bed and pushed up my nightie. His hands pressed them up as my mind was filled with Damian’s body. He was so strong. So fit. Was his cock really as big as I had dreamed it? I shuddered. I was such a wanton mother to have a wet dream like that.
“Lord,” I prayed, “deliver me from temptation.”
“Amen,” my husband muttered. We had been married for twenty years. I married him right after I turned eighteen, eager to be his bride. He smooched up my thigh. I quivered at his touch as he climbed higher and higher.
He pushed my panties to the side and pressed his face into my bush. He had a lot of practice eating my pussy. I closed my eyes and savored his tongue flicking through my folds. This wasn’t my son. It was my husband. This wasn’t a sin. I wasn’t a cheating harlot.
His tongue stroked through my folds. I shuddered at his touch. A wave of heat rushed through me. He flicked at my folds, licking my clit. I squeezed my thighs around his head, shuddering as he devoured me.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Jarod.”
“Just have a nice cum, honey,” he said and thrust his tongue into my pussy.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed him dancing around in me. My husband stirred me up, soothing the heat in my pussy. I lay there, breathing in and out as my husband devoured my snatch. His tongue stroked up and down my folds and brushed my clit.
This was the only man that should eat me out. Not my son. Not my own flesh and blood. I quivered there, my brow twisting with delight. I sighed softly as my husband nibbled on my clit with his tongue.
“You’re so wet, Anna,” he groaned. “What were you dreaming about.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I groaned. “It’s a dream. It doesn’t count in a dream.”
“Yes, honey.” Jarod plunged his tongue back into my pussy.
I shuddered, my back arching. My hands grabbed my boobs through my cotton nightgown. I kneaded my large tits, my nipples so hard. The fabric rubbed against my nubs as my husband flicked his tongue around inside my snatch.
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