Tom’s head bobbed up and down furiously, even as his cock thrust upwards against her soft skin. Amanda purred, and let his cock slide between her legs, rubbing up against the slippery wetness of her dripping labia.
“Ohhh honey,” she crooned. “Mommy’s going to fuck this cock so good you won’t even remember there are any other pussies out there.” With her index finger and thumb, Amanda positioned the thick plum head at the entrance of her waiting hole, and began lowering herself. Tom thrust himself upward, as far as the limits of the pantyhose restraints would allow (not very far), suddenly desperate for the clasping heat of his mother’s pussy. It felt, for all the world, as though his cock was being swallowed in a silky, slippery nylon mouth, the muscles in her cunt spiralling and twisting around his meat just like the pattern had twisted and spiralled around his mother’s leg.
“Fuck! God, Tom,” Andrea said, biting her lip as her son’s cock slid deeper inside of her, bullying into her needy cunt, “God, you fill mommy up so fucking *good*.” She rolled her hips forward, gasping as it slipped another inch inside. “Fuck baby, mommy’s gonna need this every day. Are you okay with that, honey? Mommy taking your cock every,” she ground her hips counterclockwise, “fucking. Day?”
Tom just thrust up into her, grunting into the pantyhose stuffed into his mouth, desperate to get more of himself inside of her, aching to feel every square inch of her divine pussy. Amanda began grinding in the other direction, knowing she was in complete control of her pleasure, his pleasure, unable to keep a giddy smile from her face. This handsome young fuck god was hers to do with as she pleased, hers to keep here in her house as a toy and a slave and lover, armed with a relentless young cock that would pound her ripened, mature cunt whenever she wished. That he was her *son*, her only child, only made it more attractive somehow, as though she had created the perfect lover for herself, the wrongness adding a heated frisson of the taboo that made her pussy churn and nipples tingle.
Amanda frantically strummed her clit.
“I *own* you now, don’t I honey?” She asked, leaning forward into Tom’s face, one hand splayed out on his chest. “Mommy’s hose caught you and now I own you forever, don’t I?” Tom sucked noisily on the hose in his mouth, the black nylons that had captured his eyes in the first place. Looking his mother in the eye, he nodded. Amanda purred, and began thrusting her hips atop his shaft, slowly pistoning him in and out of her while her sucking pussy massaged the length of him. “What a good boy,” she said, and Tom tried manfully to pound his cock up into her, arms and legs straining, the tendons in his wrists standing out like steel cables.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, kissing his face while languorously fucking him, each upstroke pulling obscene wet noises out of her cunt as she creamed all over his cock. “Does baby want mommy to make him cum? Does he want to fill mommy up with his hot boycream?” Tom nodded desperately.