Mom camping with son

“It…it sounds—oh my god!” he stammered and gasped as she bent her head over his cock and then sucked his entire length into her mouth and throat in one glorious movement. He was in his mother’s throat! “Oh my god!” he cried out again as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

Michelle took her son’s thick, hard cock into her throat, again and again and again. She slurped on him noisily, drooling around his shaft. She came up for air. “I need some relief too. So wet. Eat me too, yeah?”

“I don’t know how,” Paul mumbled, embarrassed.

“Just lick me,” his mother gasped, moving her leg over him and straddling his face. Then she leaned forward, sucking his cock back into her mouth again as she pushed her sex against his face.

Paul knew he was in a sixty-nine position. He had seen it in porno movies before, but never dreamed in a million years that his first time in this position would be with his mother.

Her heavy, breasts were molded against his torso, and she ground her wet pussy against his face. He instantly loved the smell of her. He loved the feel of her soft, fat belly against his body. He loved the weight of her on him. He reached up to her ass, pulling her closer and he licked her.

“Yes!” his mother shrieked, pulling her mouth off of his cock. “Like that!” Then she sucked his cock into her mouth again.

Paul proceeded with gusto, loving that he was pleasing her; feeling proud; Loving the way she tasted.

“Oh yes!” she shrieked again, grinding her pussy against his face. “That’s it! You’re a natural!”

Paul lapped at her pussy like a man possessed, moaning against his mother’s wet, hot sex with his cock buried in her throat. The two lovers ate each other for a long while, grunting and moaning against each other, pleasing each other.

Paul’s mother rolled off of him. “I think—” she was breathless. “I think you could make me cum like that—uh—you had me so close.”

“I was close too,” Paul chimed in.

“I know hunny-buns,” she said, laying back. “I wanna cum with you inside me though. Make love to me.” she spread her thick thighs wide, inviting him inside of her.

Paul crawled over and on top of her. She pulled him down towards her face, but he hesitated. “Your, um, it’s on my face…”

She giggled. “I have so much to teach you. It’s called pussy juice, and I love to taste myself on my man’s lips and tongue. Kiss me.”

Paul stiffened in pride. He was her man. All weekend, it had been about him becoming a real man, he thought. He wasn’t about to disappoint his new woman. He leaned forward kissing his mother passionately as he sank his thick cock inside her. The feeling was unbelievable.

“Oh, my fucking God, baby,” she moaned as he slid his length in and out of her. “Where have you been all my life? Uh! That’s it. Fuck me!”

Paul did fuck her. The tent was filled with the wet sounds of their sex and their grunting. They fucked forever it seemed. Paul was proud of how long he lasted. His mother squeezed her legs tightly around him as she came. He couldn’t breathe as she squeezed the air out of him.