“I don’t think you are,” she said, lifting herself from the kitchen sink, her hair down her face, his reddened, tits shaking so quick I could not see them. “Gonna cum.”
“Look at you, what kind of Mother would cum from her son’s cock?” I asked her.
“A fucking good Mother,” she spat at me, her face now inches away from mine, but never kissing.
I looked into her eyes, pumping into her. Moans got louder from her.
“I’m cumming!” those words erupted from her.
“Yessssssssssssssssss,” I grunted, kissing her neck and then bringing his mouth to her lips. She kissed me, our lips capturing together. She rode her orgasm, bucking against me. “Jesus.”
“Cum for me!” she cooed softly in his ear, encouraging me as my balls bubbled. “Make me a Mommy!”
“Fuck, yes!” I grunted, driving my cock into her pussy. My balls hit her; her pussy was gripping so tightly, desperately trying to free the cum from my throbbing shaft.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mother said, wrapping her arms around my body and burying her head into my shoulder. Her hands were pressed firmly against my ass, keeping me inside of her pussy. “I can feel it.”
“I’ve come so much,” I said, my mother, had taken her head out of my shoulder and looked into my eyes. She gave me a sweet, loving kiss, then hopped off my cock. “I am going in the shower. Fancy joining me?
I kissed her. I followed her, my huge cock slashing in front of me as I followed her up the stairs and into the shower.
mike polasek says
great story
lester E sowards says
I really liked your story keep up with what your writing you done a hell of a good gob …