Jake reached up, playing with a hand full of his mother’s breast as we made out on the couch while fingering my pussy diligently. I broke the kiss as I moved to straddle his waist. The anticipation was intoxicating and overwhelming. He moved his hands to rest gently on my legs now and we both stared down between us in silence and awe. His erection was standing at full, glorious attention and pointed directly at the very hole that he was born from. The heat between my legs was maddening, and every few seconds my soaked cunt would drip my fluids onto my child’s twitching member. With my hands resting on his muscular shoulders, I lowered myself ever so slowly, just enough to feel the head of his enormous penis easily spread my drenched pussy lips apart wide. We both groaned loudly, but didn’t stop staring at the spectacle between us. It was a moment that I can’t put into words… And we savored it. My son didn’t rush things at all, whether because he felt like I felt, because he was in shock, or because he was afraid he would cum. We simply watched together, bonding as mother and son, while hot liquid trickled down along the shaft of his cock from where its head hid within the folds of his mother’s labia. I thought I would come right then and there, and that he might do the same. Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my head in his shoulder, and lowered myself further down onto my son’s lubricated, monster cock. “NNnnngh!” I groaned, muffled, into his muscular shoulder where I now bit. His breathing was labored, and I assumed he must be tortured by the anticipation, but he waited like a good boy. Again I waited, adjusting to sensation of having so much solid flesh inside of such a tight space. At last my lust overshadowed my fear for pain and I gave myself to gravity, crying out in crazed bliss as I bottomed out onto my son’s giant, throbbing erection. The orgasm I had at that moment was life changing. I convulsed uncontrollably on my Jake’s lap, ejaculating violently around the base of his cock. My juices drenched his balls and stomach and I just moaned and twitched for awhile even though we weren’t even moving. My cunt hole had never, ever been so thoroughly stuffed.
I turned my soft lips to his ear and, with my voice husky and shaking, whispered “Fuck me, son. Fuck your mother like a good boy…” His breath was shaking as I continued, a bit louder and more desperately “… Like a whore, sweetheart… Fuck your mother like she’s your whore!”
To this Jake lost control. He pushed me onto my back so my head rested on Chucks lap and my back lay like a bridge between chucks chair and the couch.
“That’s my boy!” I cried, then wrapped my legs around our son as he moved into position with his cock buried so unbelievably deep in my wet hole, his knees on the couch and my thighs easily suspended in the air by his strong hands.
My slippery wetness dripped from the base of his cock. Slowly, so slowly, with my son in complete control, he pulled his huge, thick penis halfway out of my hungry cunt. I whimpered as I looked up at my sleeping husband, massaging my breasts greedily, pushing them together as our boy grunted and thrust himself back into my depths, pulling me against him even as he plowed forward. I screamed in ecstasy from Chuck’s lap while our son’s cock penetrated me more deeply now than his ever had.. then he somehow pushed it in further “Oh God! You’re SO big baby, fill mommy up good!” I pleaded to him.
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