Scott brought his arms up around his mom and gripped her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her like talons. He felt her relax into his embrace, just as she did when he held her for a face-fuck. Scott had been fucking his mom for long enough that he now believed he understood what made her tick. What his mother wanted, even if she didn’t openly admit it, was to be used by her son; she wanted to be his sex toy. Scott neither knew nor cared why she was this way, but was simply grateful that she made their bonding activities work in the way that was best for him by making his pleasure the priority.
“Yes, that’s it, Scott! Hold me tight and fuck me!” Claire urged her son.
Scott was too excited by the foreplay and the sudden strange desire to come in his mom’s cunt for a change. He began to drill up into the slippery orifice that clung to his pumping cock.
“Damn that feels good…where Dad fucks you…but it’s mine now too,” Scott panted.
“Oh baby, I want you to enjoy it just as much as you do my mouth,” said Claire, and she lowered her head, nestling it by his neck as she gave herself entirely to him.
There wasn’t much room for long thrusts with his mom atop him, but Scott made up for it in power, driving up as hard as he knew how between her thighs. The harder he humped; the harder Scott gripped Claire’s body.
As it had been the other hundreds of times with her son, the pure sexual aggression, lust and hunger for her body were unlike anything she had experienced in her life before SAMBA. This only confirmed to her the importance of what she was doing and why it had to take precedence over her husband. Claire reasoned that by provoking such strong reactions in her son, she had to be not only doing something right but necessary.
The bed rattled as Claire took her son’s fully erect cock right up to the entrance to her womb. With her eyes screwed shut and buried in Scott’s neck, the wife and mother had no choice now but to submit to her boy’s selfish use of her cunt. But as always when he used her body for his pleasure, Claire was not the least resentful; on the contrary, she understood the necessity of what she did for him and longed for the next time.
“Scott! Oh, Scott!” Claire could only whimper, her voice muffled between her son’s shoulder and the pillow.
It was a joy to her to feel her vagina and labia stretched and pummelled, just as it was on other occasions with her lips and throat. It was wonderful to be needed so, and know that it was her maternal body that had aroused him to such an extreme.
Despite how Claire had cautioned Scott about the dangers of being discovered, a part of her almost wished that she could be seen by Jim so that he too could witness the true beauty of mom and son love. In her fantasy, her proud husband would watch and encourage the incestuous pair, even facilitating their couplings.
These thoughts were, like the jolts of pleasure from her pussy, now bursting in her brain like fireworks. All of a sudden, Claire heard a gasp from Scott, and the boy shuddered.
“Oooooh…aaaaaah,” Scott groaned, as he was hit by his orgasm.
For only the second time ever, his seed shot up his urethra and spurted into his mother’s hot, wet cunt. Up until the very last seconds he had been debating whether or not to pull out and make his mom swallow after all, as he always did, but the stimulation was too much and he was left with no time to switch.
“God damn, I’ll never get tired of your hot body, Mom,” gasped Scott as he loosened his hold on her soft, feminine curves.
Now that the fucking was over, Claire’s paranoia returned, instantly dispelling her sexual fantasy.
“That was nice, Scott, but I should go. I’ve never been here this long,” Claire said as she started to rise.
Scott had relaxed his hold on his mother as he lay bathing in post-orgasmic bliss, but when Claire attempted to dismount him, he restrained her.
“Not yet, Mom. I’m gonna stay inside while I go soft. So, relax,” Scott insisted.
Claire tried again to move, but Scott was far stronger than she and was left with no choice but to comply. She sank back onto her son, still astride him with his slowly wilting prick up her flooded cunt.
“Oh, man, what a body,” said Scott running one hand down his mother’s back to her ass.
The teen felt euphoric, his brain drowning in endorphins and oxytocin and having just come hard up inside his loving mother’s pussy. He began playing with the full, round cheek of her ass, grasping it in his hand and squeezing it. He moved on, his fingers exploring the crack and the little dimple he found there. The little wrinkled hole was so small, yet he remembered how he had once gone in there. That long weekend had been so full of delights that he had forgotten what it was like until his recent experience with Mrs Wheeler.
Scott tickled the small orifice for a moment, then he tried to push the tip of his finger inside. He struggled with the dry and resisting anus, and then his mom tensed and wriggled her butt.
“Please don’t do that,” Claire protested weakly.
“I just want to feel what it’s like inside. It was amazing up Mrs Wheeler’s ass and I was thinking about trying again with you soon,” said Scott, still attempting to penetrate his mom’s nervously constricted butt-hole.
“I know I said we’d do everything, but I’m not sure about that, Scott.”
“I want to do everything, Mom. If Mrs Wheeler can do it, then so can you. Don’t you remember what Dr Dearlove said about every mom doing anal? Why don’t we try some ass-fucking next time?”
“Don’t ask me about that now. Please, let me up,” said Claire weakly, anxious about the direction the conversation had taken and feeling trapped in her son’s embrace.
Scott ceased his attack on his mom’s sphincter, slapped her ass gently and released his powerful hold on her. Claire lifted herself, disengaging from the now wilted cock that plopped out of her. As she moved across her son and out of the bed, warm drips fell from between her thighs and landed on Scott’s belly.
Claire got out of bed and stooped to retrieve her clothes. Scott watched his mom and was treated to a superb view as she bent over; two long legs held close together, with strong thighs, topped by a broad, full, motherly ass. As she bent, her cheeks parted revealing a tight little anus, and below that the pouting lips of her cunt.
“Your asshole looks so cute, Mom. I promise I’m trying anal with you again. I bet you’ll love it,” said Scott, with his eyes fixed on his mom’s ass crack.
Claire stood with her clothes, turning her head slightly. She liked doing things to make her son happy, but in this case, even just thinking about his eager prick nudging between her cheeks made her ass-ring tense up.
“I wish you wouldn’t keep on about it, Scott. Anyway, it’s time for us both to get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” said Claire as she quietly left her son’s room.
*****
Mark awoke with a start. He sat up quickly in confusion, looking around to see what was wrong. For a few seconds, nothing made sense and his surroundings were unfamiliar. He blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the shadowy room. As his faculties returned his unease dissipated, for now it hit him that there was nothing wrong at all. He was exactly where he was meant to be; in his mom’s bed! It must still be early, Mark realized when he saw the small amount of pale light bleeding into the room from behind the blinds.
The teen looked to one side and saw his mom, on her side, facing away from him. She was half-covered, her back bare, and by the slow rise and fall of her ribs, Mark judged her to be still asleep. Moving closer, he leaned slightly over his mom and seeing her peaceful face and slightly open mouth confirmed this. He took a moment to look her over, his eyes feasting on the sight.
Mandy’s dark hair spilt over the pillow, a stark contrast to the bright white linen. The skin of her shoulders and back looked flawless in the dim light, while her waist and hips were still concealed beneath the bedding. Curled up on her side as she was, only accentuated the full curve of her hips. Her round and ripe breasts peeked out from underneath her arm, which lay bent at her side.
This was the dream that Mark had longed for and a dream that had now come true; he had spent the night with and had woken up in the same bed as his sexy mom. For Mark, this now completed the journey he had begun only a few months previously when he hadn’t fully realized the full benefits of forming a closer bond with his mother.
Yearning to feel her delicious body in contact with his own, Mark slid up behind his mom. With his face close to his mother’s neck, the boy inhaled the fragrance of her hair as it brushed his nose. Curling around his mom, Mark pressed his soft cock into the wide split of her ass and put an arm around her.
Mark dug under his mom’s arm searching for a boob. His searching fingers found a nipple, and he began to tweak it. He sighed with deep satisfaction, for everything now felt right in the boy’s world. His only wish was that his dad had made way for him in this bed sooner. Mark knew that his mom needed the sex just as much as he did, whatever the initial goals of the SAMBA programme may have been. He’d witnessed his mom thrive just as much as he had since they’d started fucking.
Mark thought back over the last few days. Being with Mrs Nielsen again had been very exciting as the blonde beauty always took his breath away. His cock began to stir as he recalled his friend’s mom swallowing his cum, her pretty blue eyes looking up into his own as she did so. But even after all that, there was nothing in the world like coming back to the home comforts that he was now enjoying.
Mandy stirred, mumbling something. Mark gave the nipple a final twist and let it go. He had wanted to play more, but had other plans for this morning and feared any more attention to her especially sensitive nipples would wake her up. Cupping her boob for just a moment, Mark moved on, running his hand down to her belly. He rubbed her gently, loving the fact that while his mom kept fit, she didn’t have the lean body of someone obsessed with working out. As a result, Mandy had just enough ‘extra’ for her son to hold on to.
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