“Andrew, do you often think about fucking your mother? Cumming inside of me? Making me your woman?”
“Uh huh,” he grunted.
“Show me what you’d do! I want to feel my big boy deep inside. Come on baby take me. Fuck me! Make me yours!”
Andrew started grunting and feverishly moving his hips in opposition to his mother’s movements. His cock worked at her breasts forming a furrow between them, as he plowed her chest like it was her wanting pussy. His face burned red with his effort, and he was covered in sweat.
“Do you want to cum baby?”
All Andrew could do was nod.
His mother started making encouraging noises; “Uh Ugh! That’s it. Mmm, oh you’re hurting me baby!”
She slowed and flashed him another nasty crooked grin. She was really getting into her nasty MILF act. “Are you a mother fucker Andrew? Don’t you want to tap this ass, see if your mother can handle this big dick, see if you can put a baby in me?” To his mother’s excitement that last bit really seemed to rouse him too. Andrew started putting even more power behind each thrust, even with her breasts squeezed tightly together for cushioning. Each blow became jarring.
“Aww, your hurting me sooo bad.”
Her chest really was getting raw but she was also feeding into their shared fantasy.
“How close are you?” She cooed.
Face red, out of breath, all Andrew could manage was a quick; “Don’t know?”
His mother’s movement’s ground to a sudden halt. Without saying another word she let go of her breast and wrapped her right hand around the base of his cock. The fingers of her free hand drifted down to her panties and began teasing the seam of the plump peach nestled within.
‘Time for a special treat.’ She thought to herself.
Like morning dew glistening on the skin of an apple; a drop of shimmering liquid, pre-cum, had formed on the head of Andrew’s cock. His mother gave his shaft a confident squeeze and slowly, very slowly, she lowered her rich red lips to its tip and took a soft, wet kiss, letting them linger there, tasting the fullness of his nectar.
Andrew moaned louder and reached down, running his hands through his mother’s champagne colored hair, pushing it aside, so he could better see her face.
Conflicting emotions embroiled Katie’s psyche’. Hunger, lust, fear, and disgust all battled within her.
Her eye’s never left his, as she took the first four inches of him gradually into her mouth. It was more than Andrew could stand; the site of his mother trying to devour his cock, her plump lips stretched thin, her eye’s watering with the effort. His legs almost buckled as a wave of pleasure that started deep in his loins and ran up his spine like an electric shock made his whole body shiver. Without warning he started to cum!
Katie’s eyes went wide as Andrew’s cock twitched in her hand and a deluge of her son’s warm, gooey essence hit the back of her throat, and filled her mouth. She reflexively tried to swallow, once, then twice, but couldn’t get it all down. A flood of cum! Too fast, too much! She started to cough uncontrollably as his cock popped out of her mouth. She turned her head to avoid any errant strands but a few gobs of drizzle still hit her chin and chest. As the last frothy drops landed on the floor between them Andrew grabbed his cock in both hands and let out a roar that died as a rattle deep in his chest.