Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

Story ennead : mum Craves Her Hung Son

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for Beta reading this !

It was three weeks into quarantine when I walked into my son 's room and everything change

"Hey,"I said brightly as I opened the room access. It was the middle of the day and I needed Kevin to serve me out with a chore."I need ..."

"Mom !"he gasped as he shuddered, lying naked in the midsection of his bed, his deal pumping up and down his penis.

His seminal fluid fired from his penis.

I watched the stream of Edward White firing up into the air as he bucked, his face twisted in pleasure and scare. He dropped his sound he held in his left paw on his pectus, the seed he fired raining down as he struggled to grab a pillow to breed himself.

It was then I saw the size of it of his ... his ... cock.

My son had a cock. At eighteen, he had a big, throbbing, and mighty cock that spurted more ... cum. My son was cumming. I was watching the end of his masturbation, ineffective to look away from the muscular, Whitney Moore Young Jr. man as he groaned, his shaft spurting a final blast just as he managed to cover himself with a pillow.

"Mom !"he gasped.

The shock struck me. The superfluity. Just as I started yanking exclude his door, I heard a adult female moan from his phone,"screwing your step-mother hard, son !"

I yanked the door closed and stumbled back, my integral body burning with superfluity. I hit the wall behind me, panting. My great bosom rose and fell in the sports bra I wore beneath my sweatshirt. I shuddered, rubbing sweaty palms on my regal sweatpants.

The peck of my son 's cumming cock was burned into my idea. His properly arm flexing as he pumped away. His handsome side twisting with pleasure. I shuddered as I sucked in deep breaths, struggling to regain control of my trembling body.

I pushed off the manse and stumbled out into the living room, my cheeks blaze. It was n't like I was ignorant of youthful men. I knew he masturbated. I had seen the little grounds for a few geezerhood, but to walk in on him while he was doing it—in the middle of the day ! —was something else entirely. When had my son grown up ? Matured.

I fanned my face. He was endowed. I could n't get his dick out of my thinker. It had changed from a phallus to a pecker forever for me. He was a man now. No longer my trivial boy. I sank down on the couch and squeezed my thighs shut and ...

I was wet.

I felt that itch in me. For the first metre in over a month, I felt horny. Ever since the start narration about the virus being in the States started permeating the news—the panic purchasing of supplies, the frenetic search to get all the gutter paper I could find—had driven out any thoughts of passion. Not that I had much in my lifespan. I was a bingle mother. guy usually had a panic flavour when they realized I was a mother and then there would n't be another date.

I sucked in a breathing spell, trying to ostracise this cerebration. His rooster and what that cleaning woman moaned. Step-mother smut ? Was that really a affair ? I was n't person who watched any erotica. I bit my lip, my heart pounding away.

After maybe ten hour of squirming, I forced myself to get about what I was up to. I moved the couch out from the wall by myself, shaking my read/write head at all the Methedrine that had accumulated beneath it. I picked up the loose modification and found one of my hair clash I thought I lost. That went in the refuse. I was n't using it after it had spent all that time under the couch.

I vacuumed.

As the machine whirled away and rattled as it picked up the detritus, my thoughts drifted. My son 's spurting cock filled my mind. That compact cum firing up into the air and landing on his muscular stomach played over and over again. My son was fit. Strong. I licked my lips.

"No, no, discontinue having cerebration about your son, fair sex,"I muttered to myself as the vacuity unobjectionable ran."That 's disgusting."

It was disgusting. Incest. Why would I have such perverted thoughts ? Was it because I had n't been on a day of the month in over a month ?. And now with the quarantine, I could n't go on a escort. I was working from dwelling house these years, making lesson plan for my grade schoolhouse students and keeping up with their parents. When I was n't doing that, I was having online breeding sessions and Zoom confluence with my confrere. I was still getting paid, which was nice, but I hated not having a social life.

There were just my son and the checkout time mortal at the grocery store who stood behind the plexiglass sneeze guard.

My son crept out of his room an hour later in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked embarrassed, staring away from me when he came out to the kitchen to get a drink. He was a marvelous boy, surpassing me a few year ago. He wore his brown hair's-breadth shaved close on the side and buzzed unretentive along the top. I was n't a fan, but it was growing out now. So while he looked a piffling shaggy, I thought he was more handsome.

I did n't know what to say to him. It was like he wanted to affect I had n't caught him. I should tell him it was natural, that I wo n't just push forward in like that, that I even understood why he was watching smut. Though why step-mother porn ? He did n't have a step-mother. He did n't even know his father.

I did n't even know who his Father of the Church was. I was an ... adventurous little girl in college.

Having a son forced me to have responsibilities.

"Listen,"I said, forcing myself to speak. I had responsibilities as a mother."What happened today ..."

"Just forget about it,"he said, squirming. He grabbed a bottle of sports drink and fled back to his room.

I sighed. Step-mom smut ...

I got out my phone and started googling this. I had to read what it was. I swallowed and found that it was popular. A subset of MILF pornography. That made my jaw bead. My son could be looking at twenty-year-old lady friend with perfective dead body but instead was watching older women having sex with Danton True Young men.

Felis concolor. MILFs. Step-moms. Hot wives. It was a whole new world of pornography. The idiom"female parent I 'd Love to Fuck"stayed with me because it realized that I was a MILF. I was a mother. I stared down at my frumpy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Comfortable clothes to don around the house. I bit my lip, this strange warmth burgeoning in me.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was horny. Aching. I busted out my vibrator. My son 's spurting cock filled my thinker as I worked the buzzing shaft of my toy in and out of my pussy. I arched my book binding and screamed out in orgasm in just a few minutes.

I collapsed into a daze. The future morning, I woke up to a vibrator with dead batteries.

As I got fix for the day, a Lord's Day, I found myself pulling on my gray yoga pants. I drew on the stretchable material over my thighs and up my tail. I felt it clinging to my panty. I drew on a sozzled armored combat vehicle top over my large bosom clad in a frilly bra. I shuddered at how pissed the"casual"clothes fit around my body.

The sort of gym wear I would don when I used to go to the gym to meet guys. To look fit and hot. I swallowed and wondered why I was doing this. My heart pounded in my thorax as I started making breakfast.

Kevin came in for breakfast as I was at the kitchen stove making omelets. Quarantine did let me cook so much more for my son. Make indisputable he was eating healthy solid food and not all that rubble nutrient. Was it my mental imagery, or did I feel his eyes on my ass ?

I could n't help but bending over as I flipped the ham and cheese omelette over. My bosom rose and fell in my tank top, this agitation coursing through me. He sat down in a place where he could stare right at me.

"Hey, Mom,"he said, his eyes looking over my body.

"morning time, Kevin,"I said, turning to him and giving him a big, motherly smile. His eyes drifted down to my chest. To my breasts. This pleased passion rippled through me and ended at my pussy. That scabies grew in me.

I was flirting with my son. I was showing off for him. And he appreciated it.

His eye were on me as I cooked. I had his undivided attending. It felt so good. Made me feel like a woman. I had been only a mom for over a month, scared by the culture medium, nearly in a terror at times, but here, in quarantine, I was remembering early aspect of my life. My cunt clenched as the heat built and built in me.

My panties soaked up my excitement.

"So,"I said,"any big plans for hanging around the house."

"No,"he said, squirming."Just, you know, uh, hanging out."

"Uh-huh,"I said."Playing video games. Watching video recording on your phone."

He swallowed as I said that.

I smiled at him."On YouTube, of course. What did you think I imply ? That you 'd be watching movies of MILFs."

"What ?"he gasped, swallowing.

"Kevin,"I purred, loving the way he blushed. He had the dead body of a man, but he had n't gained the assurance of one. I could experience that I had the top executive here. It made me find even more womanly."I know what you get up to in there. Even before yesterday."

His cheeks burned.

"null untimely with liking older cleaning woman,"I told him as I scooped the omelette onto the plateful."Us MILFs need fuck, too."It was such a bold affair to say, but I was feeling that saucy heat bubbling away in my cunt.

I was being such a gamey mommy, but I could n't assist myself.

I brought the dental plate to the tabular array and sat down as I stared at his blushing case. He took his plate and cut it into one of his two omelets. I only had one. Spinach and Lycopersicon esculentum. I hummed away as I ate, so cognisant of how my dope jiggled in my tight top. They were an ample dyad that thrust out over the table and attracted his attention.

He stared at them with thirstiness. He licked his backtalk, his optic roaming all over my big titty. My mammilla throbbed and my cunt grew hotter and hotter. His attention was just something that I savored. I hummed as I ate.

He devoured his food the way only a Lester Willis Young man could. The omelets vanished into his mouth before I had even finished half of mine. He gulped his breakfast down with Orange succus then bolted from the table.

"wealthy person preparation to do !"he gasped.

"Liar,"I called after.

I heard his threshold jibe shut. I stood up and padded after. I pressed my ear to Kevin 's door and heard his bed creaking. There was no telecasting acting, but the rhythmic stroking of his hand on his hammer echoed. I loved the sound. He pumped with a vigorous stroke.

He came far, far too fast. I had excited him.

He groaned through his clinched teeth. My mind burned with the memory of his cum firing up into the air. I smiled in pleasure, loving the sounds he made. The grunts and groans. The manly passion.

Yes, my son was into MILFs. And I was the only one around. I had my son 's attention all to myself.

I hummed as I headed back to the table and finished my omelet.

I found excuses to keep my son out of his sleeping accommodation all day long. I kept needing things from him. A jar of pickle was too pie-eyed, I needed him to relight the pilot light for the stove after I"accidentally"snuffed it out, and then I needed his durability to move the couch.

"I just want to vacuum-clean behind it,"I said."It gets so dirty."

"Yeah,"he said.

I shuddered, watching his muscular consistence moving beneath his t-shirt. He grunted and dragged the right on side of the couch out with repose. He got behind it, facing me, his biceps bulging, and shoved it forward.

I almost swooned with how gorgeous he was. new men were so aphrodisiacal. And my son was a hunky stud.

"There you go, Mom,"he said. Then he glanced down."Huh, not as dirty as I thought."

"Oh, well, I do restrain a sportsmanlike house,"I said, hoping he would n't realize I had already vacuumed here yesterday. But he bought my excuse.

He stuck around as I vacuumed, standing behind me. I made sure to reach with it, bending over to push the vacuum cleaner uninfected farther, instead of walking with it. My pussy clenched as I ran the machine over the Saame patch of carpet.

It was so hot having his heart on me.

Then I got to stare at his ass through his jean as he pushed the frame back into place. I bit my lip, my pussy on flak. This dangerous heat was building and building in me. I was like my old ego. That boy-mad slattern who had let the stallion frat gangbang her. That had been a hot night. All those impregnable, Whitney Moore Young Jr. men fucking me.

"There you are, Mom,"he said, grinning at me.

"Mmm, thank you,"I said and gave him a hug.

I pressed my big tit into his chest and kissed him on the cheek. I lingered with my mouth a heartbeat recollective than a mother should while his strong arms slid slowly around me. His hands rested on the small of my dorsum. Would he be daring ?

"well, I, uh, have to go do preparation,"he said and darted for his bedroom.

Kevin lasted longer this clip as he masturbated again. My own hot pants was construction and building as I listened to him stroking his cock, playing out his own MILF scenarios, but I knew I stared in them. He was having mummy fantasies.

Incestuous fantasies.

And so was I.

I was consumed with them as I cooked dinner, stewing in my own excitement. My step-in soaked up my succus, growing so drenched with my passion. It was incredible. I felt so naughty. I wiggled my hips, my twat blazing with such heat.

This new lust in me gave me such an exciting and exhilarating burst of vim. I shuddered, wiggling my hips back and Forth as I soaked my pantie with my desire. I chopped vegetables, breaded Gallus gallus, and tossed a salad. I was so excited as naughty ideas about tonight boiled through my mind.

At dinner I once again, I had my son 's undivided attention. Those MILFs on his phone were fine, but he had the real thing live in his apartment. Not a step-mom but a real one. I smiled at him all through dinner, glad I did n't consume to battle with his phone for attention.

Having a man shower bath me with his gaze was amazing, but when he was my sexy son ...

I was such a naughty mother.

Unsurprising, he had to do his"homework"after dinner. I let him go while I did the dishes. I had my architectural plan for the Nox set in motion. I asked him if he wanted to ascertain a movie when I finished with the dishes. He was all for it. I let him pick.

I headed into my room and pulled off all my clothes. I stripped naked. My black hairsbreadth fell down to my shoulder joint, my big knocker swaying. They were plump and laboured. I squeezed them, digging my fingerbreadth into my flesh while my pussy dripped. I could smell my tangy juices. I breathed them in.

What a tremendous scent.

I drew on a negligee over my au naturel body. A lilac delight. The fabric clung to my white meat, hanging from them with no strap. I tugged them down until my teat were just about to pop out. The eternal sleep of the nightdress fell down to just below my thighs, the silk sheer when it touched my skin.

I did n't trouble oneself with the panties.

I came out as my son was scrolling through Netflix. He looked up at me and suspend. He swallowed as he saw me in my gown. I smiled at him like this was n't anything weird and flounced out to the couch, my big boob threatening to pop out.

He swallowed and croaked something as I plopped down beside him on the lounge. Not sitting at the other end where I usually would be, but right there next to him. He stared at my jiggling knocker, his cheek red. He had changed into gabardine pajama trouser and a white married woman beater that clung to his eubstance. Instantly, his hardon tented his bottoms.

"Uh ... Mom ?"

"Yes, Kevin ?"I asked."Have you chosen what you 'd care to watch ?"

"Well ... I ..."He stared at me, salivating. He swallowed. His dick throbbed in his pajama posterior. His paw balled into clenched fist. He looked bewildered, his optic flicking down at my bosom then away. He squirmed on the couch.

"You okay ?"I asked him, putting my hand on his nerve."You feel flushed. Hot."

"I 'm fine,"he gulped out."I 'm just ... I 'm tired."

He bolted to his infantry and faked a yawn."Yeah, I should go to bed."

Masturbating a fourth time to me ? Boy, he did have stamina. It was flattering and annoying. But then an idea popped into my thinker. I stood up and threw my arms around him. I gave him a miserly hug, with only the thinnest bed of apparel between us. My surd teat throbbed. My pussy clenched.

I kissed him on the cheek."Good night."

I ground against his hardon. I loved how Brobdingnagian he was. He might receive the biggest cock I had ever seen. I wanted it. I did n't like if he was my son. We were trapped in our two-bedroom apartment together. He was so aphrodisiacal. So hot. Did n't he deserve to have a hot MILF like me to lead care of his stress ?

His own mummy to train care of him in every way possible.

He squirmed and broke the hug."dark, Mom !"

He fled the living way and down the hallway. His door opened. Shut. I shuddered, my nipples hard and throbbing. I knew just what to do. How bold I had to be. My son needed his mother to be in commission. To show him how to please those MILFs he was lusting for.

My slit soaked my bush with my agitation as I sauntered after him.

I reached his door, listening for that conversant squeak of the bed. He was stroking his prick with enthusiasm. I licked my lips, so prepare to pounce on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to feast upon her sexy son. My slit clenched, the heat bubbling through me.

He groaned.

I threw open the door.

"Mom !"he gasped, struggling to thrust his pecker back into his flannel bottoms. But that big schlong was n't cooperating. His raw chest—he had pulled off the wife beater—rose and fell in his panic.

"Mmm, you do n't accept to do that,"I cooed, sauntering to him. My big breasts swayed beneath the fabric, my nipples poking at it. He swallowed at the sight of me."I 'm here to shoot forethought of you. I did n't earn that you liked MILFs. If you wanted a MILF, I was just down the hall."

"M-Mom ?"he croaked.

I reached his bed and crawled onto it, my tits dandling in the nightie. The fabric sway beneath me while feeling aplomb as it draped over my back and ass. I moved between his legs. His thorax rose and fell as I stared down at his cock.

"Mmm, you just wanted a naughty mommy to soak up your dick, did n't you ?"I purred."That 's why you 've been watching all that MILF pornography, have n't you ?"

He stared at me with such jounce on his side. It was so cute to witness.

"Mmm, I know,"I cooed."Your mommy understands what a young man needs."I grabbed his cock at the al-Qaida beneath his own hand. He was so warm and hot."Now just let go and your mommy will look at care of you."

"This ... I ..."He released his peter, his disconsolate oculus staring at me with a mix of shock and luxuria.

I smiled at him."Relax, relax. Your mom knows how to suck in your putz. Mmm, just be a good boy and enjoy."

I ducked my caput down, my ignominious haircloth spilling around my burn boldness. Then I gobbled his cock. I sucked him into my mouth, my pussycat clenching. The heat rushed through my trunk. This was so naughty. I crossed the logical argument into incest.

I nursed on his cock.

I suckled on my son 's big gumshoe. The salty sapidity of his precum flowed across my taste sensation buds. It was a joy that I savored. My knocker swayed as I blew him. I slid my lips up and down his cock, determined to hold him the best blowjob he 'd ever experienced.

To show him why he only needed his mommy.

Just like I only needed Kevin. I did n't need other men. I had been raising my man and had never noticed it. My strong, young man to please me and love me. My racy kitty-cat clenched again, aegir to feel my son sliding back into me.

I knew it would be amazing. Magical. I bobbed my head, my black hair shifting, as I anticipated that wonderful instant of Kevin sliding into my pussy, his farsighted shaft nudging into my cervix. His cum would fire into my womb. I could still have children.

My son 's baby. Maybe a daughter to lie with him when she was old enough who could have her own son to make love her. On and on and on. A chemical chain of incestuous love. My cunt melted beneath such depraved thoughts.

I sucked harder on my son 's cock.

"Oh, my god, Mom,"Kevin groaned. His brain shifted on his pillow. His strong breast rose and fell, the muscularity playing across his pectoral. I stroked my leftover hand over his rippling abs. God, he was such a hunk."Oh, darn, Mom."

I winked at him and kept sucking. I blew him with hunger, bobbing my head. He groaned again, panting. I loved it. This was incredible to witness. To savour. I gave my son all the pleasure I could. I sucked on him. Slurped on him. I worshiped him with passion. Hunger. I wanted to live with his cum.

That youthful jizz.

"That 's ... Your ..."His back arched."Fuck, Mom."

I sucked on him with hunger. I loved the strait he made. My will hand scratched over his muscular torso. My right pumped at the basis of his dick. He had too practically for me to take in my mouth. My pussy drooled for this magnificent cock. I whimpered, moaning, bobbing my headspring. He shuddered, his tool pounding in my mouth.

I loved this. Incest felt so redress. Answered all our problems. Quarantine could continue forever. I moaned around his hawkshaw as I bobbed up and down. My lips slid down his quill and then I sucked back up him.

"Yes, fuck, Mom !"he groaned."Oh, my god, that 's good. That 's astonishing. Yes, yes, just like that. You 're going to urinate me explode."

I wanted that so practically. I hungered to swallow his salty fountain of jizz. To gulp down all that marvelous spunk in his mouth. I would drink it all down. My slit clenched as my cheeks hollowed. I suckled with all my might.

"red cent, Mom !"he groaned."It 's like you ... you ... You want me to cum in your oral cavity. You want to swallow my cum. Oh, damn."

I winked at him.

My tongue danced around his dick. My big boobs swayed as I worked my sassing up and down his shaft. The fabric of my thin out nightgown rustled around me. The bedsprings creaked. His face twisted in passion. He groaned, through his clenched teeth.

"Mom !"

His putz pulsed in my stroke hand. Salty cum spurted into my mouth. For the first time ever, I tasted my son 's seed. My heart closed as the thick and creamy delectation spilled through my lip. The flavor set all my taste buds alight. It was incredible. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from right to left.

My twat blazed with passion as I drank down my son 's cum. The oestrus swelled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I swallowed freight after warhead of his cum. I swallowed so very much of that yummy treat.

It was a pleasure to quaff down. A goody. I was thrilled to get to savor it. I swallowed it all down with hunger. I gulped it all down, the cream flowing down my throat. My stomach rejoiced. I closed my center, savoring every moment of swallowing his cum.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"he groaned."You 're ... you 're amazing."

He fired the cobbler's last of his jizz into my maw.

"Just awesome."

I slid my oral fissure up his turncock and popped off with a wet plop."Mmm, was that all that you wanted ?"I grabbed the hem of my gown."Huh ? Having a sexy MILF suck your pecker. A hot mom loving your dick."

"Yes,"he panted."I just ca n't believe ... You 're my mom. Where did you instruct to draw a cock ?"

"Oh, I was young once,"I purred."Before I had these big titmouse, I was a naughty thing."I slid my nightdress 's hem up my thighs.

His heart tracked it.

"Do you require to see your mammy 's pussy ?"I cooed."The muddle that birthed you ?"

He sat up, licking his brim. He nodded.

"And if I show it, what will you do ?"I asked."Will you eat it ?"

"I 've never eaten a girl out,"he groaned.

"Those poor girls you date,"I said, shaking my head."Luckily, you have your mom to learn you how to please her. Then you wo n't have to frustrate the young Lady. You 'll have your mamma to love."

He groaned.

"Mmm, yes, you 're going to learn how to please me, are n't you ?"I purred. I pulled up the hem gamey. I exposed my upper thigh and then paused powerful before exposing my George Herbert Walker Bush and twat.

He stared at me with hunger, trembling.

"Kevin ?"I asked in a sing-song voice."Are you going to determine ?"

"Yes !"

I ripped up my gown and flashed my black bush dripping with my juices. My lemony aroma rose in the air. I breathed it in as I kept pulling up the nightie. Kevin stared at my pussycat while I unveiled my big tits. I threw my nightdress to the storey, bare now.

His eyes flicked up to my with child and rock bosom. His gaze arrested on them. I had hard, dark-red mamilla that thrust from spacious areola. He licked his brim at the passel of them. They were n't stilted bosom. Those were all-natural F-cups. He groaned as he stared at them, drool running over his chin.

"You can disturb them,"I said, thrusting my tits out at him."You used to when you were a baby."I circled both my areolas with my fingers."You used to give suck from here."I touched my right nipple."And here."I pinched my left, my cunt clenching.

He groaned and then he darted his head forward and latched onto my right tit. I pinched the impart nub as he suckled. I groaned, my pussy drinking in the quiver his lip produced. This felt far, far gracious than when he 'd been a baby. This was sexual. Sensual. Wicked. Kinky.

Incestuous.

My son nursed from my mamilla with hungriness. I ran my right hand through his brown hair. I smiled down at him, feeling so close to my son as he loved my nub. He suckled from me with hungriness, nursing, making me find amazing.

He sucked with such hunger, my kitty clenching from the force. I shuddered, my coxa wiggling from side to side. He drew in my totally areola with his thirstiness. I threw back my question. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through me.

It was amazing to experience. Just a delight. I bit my lip, loving this pixilated rut that flowed through me. My hips wiggled from English to slope, my pussy on ardour. My juices trickled out of my twat and ran down my thighs.

"Oh, Kevin,"I moaned."Oh, yes, yes, love mum 's nipple."I pinched the other one."Mmm, you 're so good."

He nibbled on my nub with his strong brim. His blue eyes stared up at me. I loved it. I groaned, my fingers digging into his hair. I licked my back talk, savoring this moment. He suckled again, my pussy growing hotter.

"Yes, yes, you 're getting my snatch all nice and ready for your tongue,"I moaned."mom 's going to submerge you in pussycat emollient. How does that sound ?"

He groaned.

"That 's what I thought,"I cooed."Mmm, yes, yes, you 're going to just cum hard for mama, are n't you ?"

He nodded.

I smiled at him. This joy surged through me. I was so glad that he was loving me. He enjoyed it. This was so howling. I felt so close to my son just like I had when he was a baby nursing from me. I shivered in joy.

I felt so lovesome right now. I pulled his head from my breast, my mammilla popping out of his mouthpiece. Then I kissed him. I planted my rima oris right on his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groaned. I swirled around in him, kissing him heavy. He groaned, his tongue dancing with mine. It was exciting. Naughty. It made me tingle.

I loved it.

I swirled my natural language around in his mouth. I kissed him with all the hunger I possessed. All the tabu and depraved lecherousness that brimmed inside of me. I loved the tasting of him. The flavour. I plunged my tongue to the hilt in him, reaching for the binding of his tonsilla.

He groaned as I kissed him with thirst. My snatch was on fire. I had to have him eat me out. I placed my hands on his shoulder joint, kissing him intemperately. With such passion. My fingernails bit into his articulatio humeri. I had to cum. I had been simmering all day.

I needed to submerge my son in my passion.

I pushed him down to the bed, breaking the buss. He panted as he did, his center wide-eyed. He stretched out on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he stared up at me. I smiled down at him. My center smoldered with such hunger.

"Mmm, I 'm going to love this,"I cooed as I crawled up his body."You 're going to raven my pussy, are n't you ?"

"Yes, Mom,"he groaned.

"Mmm, my sexy son is going to worship that juicy hole that brought him in the world."I smiled down at him as I settled my legs around his head. I lowered my furred fumble to his face, staring at his eyes between my swaying tits."You want to eat Mommy 's pussy, do n't you ? That 's why you watch all that MILF porno. All those naughty step-moms. You want the real thing."

"Yes !"he gasped.

I settled my black George W. Bush right wing on his sass. I shuddered as I did. I felt my curls spilling over his lips than my labia kissed him. I groaned at the incestuous contact of my twat on his face. He moaned as he stared up at me.

"Now lick,"I moaned."Caress through my congregation. razz me. Feast on me. Show me how a good deal you love the gustation of my pussy, Kevin ! Love your mommy 's snatch !"

He licked.

His tongue slid through my fold. I gasped and shuddered from his wicked strokes. The pleasance rushed through my consistency. It was incredible to feel. To experience. My integral organic structure shuddered. I panted, my heart hammer in my chest. My son licked at my cunt.

He devoured me. His tongue slid into my folds again and again. He caressed my labia and brushed my button. It was incredible to find. To enjoy. I threw back my mind, whisker dancing. I panted, savoring my son 's caresses.

The pleasure rippled through me while his blueish eyes stared up at my swaying tits. I smiled down at him between my jiggling chest. The pleasure rippled through me, stirred up by his clapper licking at my snatch with bolder and bolder strokes.

"Oh, yes, yes, Kevin, tell mommy how practically you love her pussy."

"So good,"my son croaked."shucks, Mom, you taste amazing."

"Mmm, then thrust your tongue into my twat,"I groaned."Ram it in and—"

He thrust his tongue into my pussy.

"Yes !"

I felt that thick spit wiggling about in my cunt. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as he stirred his lingua around in my bozo. He swirled it against my sensible walls, the pleasure rippling through me. My clit rubbed on his upper lip, sparks flaring.

My boobs jiggled as I shuddered. I whimpered and moaned, the bed creaking as I rubbed my furred fumble into my son 's back talk. Just having his knife back inside of my pussy was amazing. Every mother should experience this delight with their son. It was amazing. Fantastic. It made me thrill and shiver.

"Oh, my god, that 's great. That 's awesome. Yes, yes, that 's what I crave. What I need. Ooh, you 're going to do me explode."

"Mom,"he groaned into my cunt.

"Just hold open licking,"I panted, grinding on him."Just keep suck at my pussycat. Oh, yes, yes, you 're doing so full. You 're making your mother spirit amazing. That 's tremendous. Oh, yes, yes, you 're so yummy. Ram that tongue into my snatch. Ooh, yes, yes, make me cum."

He fucked his knife in and out of my pussy. My back arched. I shuddered, my mamilla swaying from side to side. I shuddered, loving the feel of his knife dancing around in me. That fantastic outgrowth stirred around in me. It was amazing to finger. Just so wonderful. I loved it as I climbed closer and closer to cumming.

closer and closer to drowning my son in my kitty emollient. I would unleash a fantastic floodlight of emollient that would make me explode. It was delightful. I savored this moment. I enjoyed my son lapping at me with hunger. He licked me out with such febrile need. It was amazing. I loved every second of it. I savored the delicious pleasance he gave me.

My oral sex threw back. The bliss swelled through me. It was amazing. Just such a wondrous joy to enjoy. I bit my lower lip as he swirled through my puss. His tongue was staring. I would have got such a prissy orgasm.

But I needed something else. I needed him to do one Sir Thomas More thing for me.

"My button !"I moaned."suction on my clit. That will ship me over the edge."

His paw grabbed my ass as he slid his lingua out of my puss. Then he licked to my bud. He fluttered against it."That ?"

"Yes, yes, that 's my clitoris !"I moaned."suck on mommy 's clitoris. Make mommy cum !"

He sucked hard.

I gasped as he did that. My pussy clenched. My toes curled. It was amazing to feel my son sucking and nursing and loving my clitoris. My bud pulsed and throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me. My booby bounced before me.

He groped my ass. He kneaded my prat as he dug his fingers into my material body. I savored it. Loved him groping me. It was unbelievable to enjoy. My head tossed from face to side, melanize haircloth dancing. My kitty clenched every time he sucked.

"Kevin !"I moaned.

He nursed. My bud fit with sparks.

"Yes !"

I came.

My first incestuous orgasm surged through me. This wonderful joy raced through my soundbox. I bucked and shuddered, savoring every moment of this delight. It was complete. Fantastic. I whimpered through my rapture. My head tossed back and Forth. The joy burned through me. wizard danced before my eyes.

My pussycat emollient gushed out of me as the flaming blazed across my judgment. Depraved rapture consumed my thoughts. I loved it. I bucked and shuddered, my mammilla heaving from the pleasance of this moment. It was vivid. Delicious. Amazing. It was almost everything I craved from my son.

I just wanted one more thing.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned."Oh, my god, that 's amazing."I trembled."Oh, Kevin, you 're so wonderful. salute my cream !"

He drank down my emollient. He licked at me, moaning. His cerebrovascular accident sent new pleasure blaze through me. It felt so unbelievable. How long had it been since I had a man ? A year ? Two ? No more vibrators for me. I had my son.

My sexy, hunky, MILF-loving son.

"Oh, Kevin !"I panted as my orgasm reached a tip.

"Mmm, Mom,"he groaned, his finger digging into my plump rump.

I reached behind me and grabbed his pecker. I squeezed his dick and felt him throbbing in my hand. I smiled at that. He had that big dick that just begged to have me ride him. I stroked up and down him, so gladiola he had recovered.

"Mmm, do you want to feel mom 's puss sliding around your dick ?"I purred.

"Yes, Mom,"he groaned into my snatch.

"Do you want to cum in Mommy ?"I shuddered on him while his dick throbbed in my handwriting."Do you want to pump all your ejaculate in Mommy 's cunt ?"

"Yes !"

I shuddered, my goose on fire. This was what I needed. Craved. I slid down his consistence, moving my pelvis. He stared at me in awe, his brim gleaming in my pussy cream. My boobs heaved as I aimed his cock at my approaching catch. I nuzzled the tip into my shrub. His crown kissed my cuntlips. I smiled at him.

His heart widened in awe as I straightened upright, my boobs jiggling. Then I sank my pussy down his dick. Slowly. I swallowed inch after glorious in of my son 's big dick. I groaned out my delight, reveling in every moment of delectation. Every last endorsement of bliss. This was incredible. Amazing. My font contorted in delight. A big grin crossed my backtalk as I took Thomas More and more of his dick.

"hoot, Mom !"he gasped, his look twisting in pleasure.

"Mmm, I know,"I cooed."momma pussy is so much safe than all those petite girls you 've been fucking, is n't it ?"

"Fuck, yes !"

"Ooh, mammy 's big, strong son needs a real woman."

His helping hand shot up and take hold of my titty. He squeezed my big tits with his strong fingerbreadth. My cunt clenched around his girth. I undulated my rose hip forward and back, grinding my clit into his pubic cumulation. delight rippled through me. It felt amazing. This fantastic delight.

I squeezed my cunt and then slid my pussycat up his cock. I groaned at the wonderful delight of his big dick caressing all my naughty bits. It was incredible. Amazing. I groaned out my pleasure. I loved every bit of his stopcock caressing my twat walls.

"Oh, yes, yes, Mommy loves having your big putz in her snatch !"

"I fucking love it, too, Mom !"he groaned, fingers digging into my flesh.

I smiled at him and then I slammed my bitch down his tool. I took my son 's cock to the hilt. I groaned as my bitch swallowed every inch of him. I gobbled up his shaft of light. My back arched. My boob swayed and jiggled. I grinned at him, the pleasure surging through my body. It was amazing to enjoy.

"Oh, tinker's damn,"he groaned, staring up at me in awe."That 's incredible. You 're amazing, Mom !"

"So are you,"I moaned and rode my son.

My tits jiggled in his hand as I worked my arouse cunt up and down his dick. The clash of his girth massaged my kitty-cat walls. My cunt clenched about him, making us both moan. He licked his cunt-soaked lips.

I slammed down him, taking him to the hilt, and then rose back up him. I repeated it over and over again. Every time I bottomed out on him, my clit burst with spark. The bliss showered through me. They splashed over my mind, drenching my view in such naughty delight.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, savoring the silken semivowel of riding his cock. The pleasure built and built in me."Oh, that 's wonderful. That 's perplex. Kevin !"

"Mom !"

My orgasm swelled and swelled as I rode him. It grew so dissolute. His shaft felt so perfect in my pussy. He reached to my uterine cervix every time like he was sized just for my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing about him. His shaft throbbed in my twat while his hand squeezed my tits. I whimpered, moaned, my hair dancing around my shoulders.

I slammed my snatch down his duncish cock. That big cock reached so abstruse into me. My pussy drank in the friction. I ground my pubic osseous tissue into his clit. He groaned, his hands squeezing my tits. His blasphemous oculus stared up at me with such hunger.

"Mom !"he groaned.

That one watchword set me off. The taboo nature of it. The misdirect pleasure of hearing my son moan it while my pussy had taken every inch of his big and throbbing dick. I threw back my head and howled out my pleasure.

"Kevin !"I screamed as I came.

My pussy spasmed around his big and throbbing dick. My pussy went furious. My human body rippled and writhed around him. I bucked and shuddered on him, the waving of ecstasy rushing through my consistence. Mighty tidal wave of walking on air that drowned my mind.

I threw back my head and howled out my transport. I bucked and shuddered on his cock, my pussy wavelet and writhing. The spasming bliss shot through me. It was incredible. I groaned, my mind boozing in the ecstasy.

"prick, Mom !"he groaned.

"Cum in Mommy 's pussycat !"I panted, my twat writhing around his big cock."Kevin, cum in Mommy 's spicy cunt ! chip in Mommy your seed !"

"Yes !"he snarled.

His cum erupted into my pussy.

I gasped as my grab rippled and writhed around his shaft. His hot cum pumped into me. Spurt after spirt of his jizz flooded my cunt. He squirted it right against my cervix. His seed flooded into my womb. This rush flooded through me.

More seventh heaven drowned my mind. I gasped and moaned, my pussy massaging his spurting dick. He pumped me full of all his hot and yummy cum. He filled me to the brim with his baby-making mettle. I groaned, loving every moment of his jizz flooding me. It was incredible. Amazing.

"Yes !"I howled, his hand squeezing my tits.

"Oh, god, Mom !"he groaned, his paw kneading my boob as my pussy wrung his cock dry.

I worked out every in conclusion drop of jizz he had. I drained my son 's crackpot. I shuddered on him and leaned forward over him. His custody fell from my breast. I pressed my boob into his chest and kissed his pussy-flavored mouth.

I tasted tangy and delicious.

I kissed my son with hunger. I loved him, dancing my spit around inside of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, stroking my back, his turncock going balmy in my cunt replete of his jizz. I felt so wondrous right now. So complete.

I broke the kiss and purred,"Mmm, was n't that unspoiled than a movie ?"

"Beats anything on Netflix,"he groaned.

"I was n't talking Netflix,"I cooed and kissed my son again.

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I loved being a hot mom.

Two weeks later, Quarantine was going strong. power even conclusion another calendar month. I did n't mind. My son was helping me pass it in style. He ate my pussy three meter a day, and I rewarded him with blowjobs, my pussy, and even my asshole.

I hummed as I waited on the pregnancy run. It had been such a wonderful two weeks, and I was eagre for more. I was my son 's blue mum. I smiled when the pink line appeared. This fourth dimension, I would know who the father of my nestling was.

My pussy clenching, I slipped out to recover my son. I needed him to eat my bred pussy. I hoped I had a girl.

"Kevin,"I called,"momma needs your help !"

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine