He was thinking…
I pushed harder, fear starting to hold onto me. “Stop me, sweetie…” I whispered and meant it. I was no longer in control. “Fucking stop me.”
“Because it’s taboo…” he answered, a mere whisper. “Because I’m married to a woman who won’t let me be myself. Im married to a prude.”
“Fuuu… ugh…” I needed him to push me away. I couldn’t stop. He felt too good in my hand. “It’s taboo showing me your pornography collection? Showing me what you like?”
He moaned, “Yes…”
“You know something…?” I asked him.
“what?”
“I’ve always been a bit of a prude myself…”
I was in my nightgown, it was a soft satin chemis. I had panties on that were a mesh nude color. I could feel myself reacting to his thick muscle. It pulsated in my hand, and the taboo nature of it was causing me to go mad. This was my son. What in the FUCK was I doing?
I played with it in my mind for what seemed like minutes, but it was flash seconds of time, settled there in the magnetic force between us.
I slid my hand slowly from his dick, and out of the towel. I looked at him, the disappointment setting in across his face.
“I love you…” I whispered and looked down at his bulge.
He started to talk… to respond, probably with “I love you too mom.” But I stopped him. I held a finger up to his lips, hushing him.
I turned my entire body toward the counter where the laptop sat, playing the Shit he liked.
My thick ass was positioned right at his dick. I pressed into him as I leaned over the laptop, watching the video.
“Mmmmom…” he moaned and flinched.
He was my married son. He’s certainly had sex with Jane. Probably even before leaving town. But, was it enough? He called her a prude. Not just saying it to a friend, but to me… his mother. Why?
I had always thought I was the prude.
The mature man was rubbing the head of his cock into the teen’s asshole, coating it with precum. He kneeled, lapping up his own precum with his tongue, then he’d rub his dick into him again.
I pushed hard back into my son, feeling his dick press into my nighty, spreading my ass.
“Tell me your favorite…?” I asked him as I watched the mature daddy press into his stud.
He was nervous, “I…” the words were caught in his throat. “Mature…”
“Like…” I pressed.
“Mature, married, Daddies…” He whispered.
I was watching the man on screen fuck his stud, and I suddenly found myself wondering if Steven has been…
FUCKED.
I pushed the image from my mind almost instantly. I wasn’t ready for that. My GOD… was I ready for any of it?
I wasn’t sure what to do… I wanted to stop, break away, run and hide, and… repent.
“Why?”
‘Seriously? I asked him why?’ I asked myself.
I cocked my head back toward him just a bit. “Tell me why you like married daddies?”
“Because I have daddy issues…”
I wasn’t expecting that.
Then, I felt the heat, like piss, pushing into my cheeks through my nightgown.
HE WAS CUMMING!!
At the same time, I watched the onscreen daddy pull out, exposing the stud’s gaping hole. The daddy started cumming, ropes of spunk landing inside and around the studs hole.
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