Donny could no longer restrain himself and blurted out, “god… mom…that feels so good! You’re so beautiful…but this is… wrong…shit. Oh mom, tell me how good it feels,” Donny’s tense expression melded into one of ecstasy as his mother smiled back at him knowing that the boundaries had well and truly been crossed.
“I love your cock, Donny. Did you know it’s the biggest I think I’ve ever held? I’m so proud that my son has a big… handsome dick like this..I’m sooo lucky,” said Vicky saucily, elongating and emphasizing key words in unison with the slow, rhythmic stroke of her hand up and down Donny’s shaft. “It’s so gorgeous, but I want to know how it tastes.”
Vicky poked out her tongue and ran it along her son’s urethra, dragging it teasingly across all its bumps and ridges. Donny sunk his fingers firmly into the side of his mother’s head in response, making an awful mess of her hair. “Mmmm…” she moaned before raising herself up from the ground to stand eye to eye with her son. She felt his wet dick poke into her belly as she grasped him by the waist.
“Do you like how this feels…your dick pressed into my belly, hmm? Mommy’s tits against your chest? You’re not the only one who’s well-endowed. How about you give me a kiss to say thank you?” Vicky propositioned Donny, before leaning toward him, squishing his cock against her belly and flattening her bare breasts against the warm skin of his chest.
Wet lips met, and soon Vicky was hungrily jostling with her son’s tongue. She quickly found her hands reaching for the sides of her swimsuit, shoving it forcefully down at her sides, stepping out of it one leg at a time as it reached the floor. “That’s better,” she sighed.
Mother and son — now in a naked embrace — pressed their steamy bodies together, uniting in a bond that few have the good fortune to experience. Vicky tickled her son’s broad chest with her tits as she pulled her head back to look into his eyes. Her hand slipped down and wrapped itself around his member, which felt like a column of granite in her dainty fingers.
“How did we get here Donny?” she asked somewhat wistfully. “What the fuck are we doing?” she moaned whilst continuing to stroke Donny’s cock and fondle his balls. “Should we stop? This is just wrong, isn’t it?”
“It’s wrong mom… we… shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said between labored breaths before taking the mass of his mother’s gorgeous breasts in his hands. He dove his head down and let his tongue find its way to her nipple, sucking and nibbling at tenderly.
“What if someone comes in and finds us like this? You shouldn’t be all over your mother’s tits…I shouldn’t be…groping my son’s big dick…” murmured Vicky, prompting a grunt from Donny before he lashed his tongue wildly across the surface of her breasts, kneading them furiously with his hands all the while.
“We need to stop Donny. Please stop,” whimpered Vicky coyly, “a mother shouldn’t let her son do this…she shouldn’t want her son…not like this…,” she continued. Donny momentarily ceased his feasting as he felt his mother’s grip urge him to stop, and he watched as she began to turn and face away from him. His heart sunk, thinking his mother as had changed her mind.