Incestuous story of the Quarantine

narration niner : Mommy Craves Her Hung Son

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for genus Beta Reading this !

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

"Hey,"I said brightly as I opened the door. It was the center 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 middle of his bed, his hand pumping up and down his penis.

His semen fired from his penis.

I watched the watercourse of white firing up into the air as he bucked, his face twisted in delight and panic. He dropped his telephone set he held in his depart hand on his chest, the seed he fired raining down as he struggled to grab a pillow to cover himself.

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

My son had a cock. At eighteen, he had a big, throbbing, and mighty tool that spurted More ... cum. My son was cumming. I was watching the end of his masturbation, unable to look away from the muscular, youth man as he groaned, his gumshoe spurting a final attack just as he managed to spread over himself with a pillow.

"Mom !"he gasped.

The shock struck me. The embarrassment. Just as I started yanking shut his room access, I heard a woman moan from his phone,"Fuck your step-mother hard, son !"

I yanked the threshold closed and stumbled back, my entire body burning with embarrassment. I hit the wall behind me, panting. My large knocker rose and fell in the sports bra I wore beneath my sweatshirt. I shuddered, rubbing sweaty medal on my purple sweatpants.

The wad of my son 's cumming tool was burned into my mind. His right-hand arm flexing as he pumped away. His better-looking expression twisting with pleasure. I shuddered as I sucked in deep breather, struggling to regain ascendency of my trembling body.

I pushed off the vestibule and stumbled out into the living room, my face blazing. It was n't like I was ignorant of young men. I knew he masturbated. I had seen the little evidence for a few years, but to take the air in on him while he was doing it—in the centre 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 mind. It had changed from a penis to a cock forever for me. He was a man now. No longer my slight boy. I sank down on the couch and squeezed my thighs shut and ...

I was wet.

I felt that itching in me. For the outset time in over a month, I felt horny. Ever since the first narrative about the virus being in the body politic started permeating the news—the terror buying of supply, the frantic search to have all the toilet composition I could find—had driven out any thoughts of cacoethes. Not that I had much in my life. I was a individual mother. Guys usually had a scare looking when they realized I was a mother and then there would n't be another date.

I sucked in a breath, trying to banish this thought. His cock and what that fair sex moaned. Step-mother porn ? Was that really a thing ? I was n't somebody who watched any porno. I bit my lip, my heart pounding away.

After maybe ten instant of squirming, I forced myself to get about what I was up to. I moved the couch out from the rampart by myself, shaking my head at all the trash that had accumulated beneath it. I picked up the loose variety and found one of my whisker brush I thought I lost. That went in the food waste. I was n't using it after it had spent all that time under the couch.

I vacuumed.

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

"No, no, stop having persuasion about your son, charwoman,"I muttered to myself as the emptiness cleaner ran."That 's disgusting."

It was disgusting. Incest. Why would I have such perverted cerebration ? Was it because I had n't been on a particular date in over a calendar month ?. And now with the quarantine, I could n't go on a date. I was working from dwelling house these days, making deterrent example architectural plan for my class schooling scholarly person and keeping up with their parents. When I was n't doing that, I was having online training sessions and Zoom merging with my fellow worker. I was still getting paid, which was nice, but I hated not having a social life.

There were just my son and the checkout person at the market storehouse who stood behind the Plexiglas sneeze guard.

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

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

I did n't even have it away who his male parent was. I was an ... adventurous girlfriend in college.

Having a son forced me to throw responsibilities.

"Listen,"I said, forcing myself to mouth. I had obligation as a female parent."What happened today ..."

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

I sighed. Step-mom smut ...

I got out my speech sound and started googling this. I had to understand what it was. I swallowed and found that it was popular. A subset of MILF erotica. That made my jaw free fall. My son could be looking at twenty-year-old girls with perfect bodies but instead was watching older charwoman having sex with young men.

Cougars. MILFs. Step-moms. Hot married woman. It was a solid new world of porno. The idiomatic expression"Mothers I 'd Love to Fuck"stayed with me because it realized that I was a MILF. I was a female parent. I stared down at my frumpy sweatshirt and sweat pants. Comfortable clothes to wear around the business firm. I bit my lip, this strange warmth burgeoning in me.

I had fuss sleeping that night. I was horny. ache. I busted out my vibrator. My son 's spurting cock filled my nous as I worked the buzzing shaft of my toy in and out of my twat. I arched my backrest and screamed out in orgasm in just a few minutes.

I collapsed into a stupor. The succeeding morning, I woke up to a vibrator with abruptly batteries.

As I got set for the day, a Sunday, I found myself pulling on my gray yoga trouser. I drew on the stretchy material over my second joint and up my rump. I felt it clinging to my panties. I drew on a squiffy armored combat vehicle top over my with child boob clad in a frilly bra. I shuddered at how tight the"casual"clothes fit around my body.

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

Kevin came in for breakfast as I was at the range making omelets. Quarantine did let me cook so much more for my son. Make sure he was eating sizeable food and not all that junk food. Was it my 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 white meat rose and fell in my storage tank top, this excitement coursing through me. He sat down in a berth where he could stare right at me.

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

"Morning, Kevin,"I said, turning to him and giving him a big, motherly smile. His eyes drifted down to my bureau. To my breasts. This pleased warmth rippled through me and ended at my twat. That itch grew in me.

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

His eyes were on me as I cooked. I had his single attending. It felt so commodity. Made me finger like a woman. I had been only a mom for over a month, scared by the mass medium, nearly in a panic at fourth dimension, but here, in quarantine, I was remembering other aspects of my life. My cunt clenched as the rut built and built in me.

My scanty 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 picture secret plan. Watching TV on your phone."

He swallowed as I said that.

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

"What ?"he gasped, swallowing.

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

His cheeks burned.

"Nothing wrong with liking older women,"I told him as I scooped the omelet onto the plate."Us MILFs need love, too."It was such a bold thing to say, but I was feeling that saucy rut bubbling away in my cunt.

I was being such a juicy mommy, but I could n't help myself.

I brought the home plate to the table and sat down as I stared at his blushing brass. He took his photographic plate and cut it into one of his two omelets. I only had one. spinach and tomato. I hummed away as I ate, so aware of how my tit jiggled in my plastered top. They were an copious pair that thrust out over the table and attracted his attending.

He stared at them with hunger. He licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over my big breasts. My nipples throbbed and my pussy 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 youthful man could. The omelets vanished into his mouth before I had even finished half of mine. He gulped his breakfast down with orange tree juice then bolted from the table.

"have homework to do !"he gasped.

"Liar,"I called after.

I heard his door gibe shut. I stood up and padded after. I pressed my ear to Kevin 's threshold and heard his bed creaking. There was no video performing, but the rhythmic stroking of his hired man on his cock 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 clenched tooth. My intellect burned with the storage of his cum firing up into the air. I smiled in delight, loving the sounds he made. The grunts and groan. The manly passion.

Yes, my son was into MILFs. And I was the alone 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 pickles was too tight, I needed him to relight the pilot burner light for the cooking stove after I"accidentally"snuffed it out, and then I needed his strong suit to move the couch.

"I just want to hoover behind it,"I said."It gets so dirty."

"Yeah,"he said.

I shuddered, watching his muscular body moving beneath his tee shirt. He grunted and dragged the right face of the couch out with informality. He got behind it, facing me, his biceps bulging, and shoved it forward.

I almost swooned with how gorgeous he was. Whitney Moore Young Jr. men were so sexy. And my son was a hunky stud.

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

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

He stuck around as I vacuumed, standing behind me. I made sure to progress to with it, bending over to push the vacuum clear farther, instead of walking with it. My slit clenched as I ran the machine over the same patch of carpet.

It was so hot having his eye on me.

Then I got to stare at his ass through his jeans as he pushed the couch back into place. I bit my lip, my twat on firing. This dangerous rut was building and building in me. I was like my old self. That boy-mad slut who had let the entire frat gangbang her. That had been a hot dark. All those stiff, untried 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 knocker into his chest and kissed him on the cheek. I lingered with my lips a twinkling longer than a female parent should while his potent subdivision slid slowly around me. His hands rested on the diminished of my back. Would he be daring ?

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

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

Incestuous fantasies.

And so was I.

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

This new lust in me gave me such an exciting and exhilarating flare-up of energy. I shuddered, wiggling my hips back and forth as I soaked my panties with my desire. I chopped vegetables, breaded volaille, and tossed a salad. I was so commove as naughty ideas about tonight boiled through my mind.

At dinner I once again, I had my son 's undivided aid. Those MILFs on his sound 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 party, glad I did n't have to struggle with his phone for attention.

Having a man shower me with his gaze was bewilder, 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 plan for the night set in question. I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie when I finished with the dishes. He was all for it. I let him pick.

I headed into my elbow room and pulled off all my clothes. I stripped naked. My melanise hair fell down to my shoulders, my big boobs swaying. They were plump and large. I squeezed them, digging my finger's breadth into my flesh while my pussy dripped. I could reek my tangy juice. I breathed them in.

What a wonderful scent.

I drew on a neglige over my naked trunk. A lilac joy. The fabric clung to my breasts, hanging from them with no shoulder strap. I tugged them down until my nipples were just about to pop out. The rest of the nightie fell down to just below my thighs, the silk sheer when it touched my skin.

I did n't bother with the panties.

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

He swallowed and croaked something as I plopped down beside him on the couch. Not sitting at the early end where I usually would be, but right there future to him. He stared at my jiggling bosom, his boldness red. He had changed into gabardine pajama bloomers and a white wife beater that clung to his physical structure. Instantly, his hardon tented his bottoms.

"Uh ... Mom ?"

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

"Well ... I ..."He stared at me, salivating. He swallowed. His gumshoe throbbed in his pajama rear. His hands balled into fists. He looked bewildered, his eyes flicking down at my mammilla then away. He squirmed on the couch.

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

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

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

Masturbating a fourth sentence to me ? Boy, he did let stamina. It was flattering and annoying. But then an idea popped into my judgment. I stood up and shake off my arms around him. I gave him a tight hug, with only the thinnest layers of clothes between us. My arduous nipples throbbed. My pussy clenched.

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

I background against his hardon. I loved how huge he was. He might cause the with child cock I had ever seen. I wanted it. I did n't care if he was my son. We were trapped in our two-bedroom apartment together. He was so sexy. So hot. Did n't he deserve to feature a hot MILF like me to take aim concern of his accent ?

His own mommy to postulate aid of him in every way possible.

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

He fled the life elbow room and down the hallway. His room access 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 register him how to please those MILFs he was lusting for.

My snatch soaked my bush with my excitement as I sauntered after him.

I reached his door, listening for that familiar narrow escape of the bed. He was stroking his putz with enthusiasm. I licked my brim, so ready to swoop on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to banquet upon her aphrodisiacal son. My pussy clenched, the heat bubbling through me.

He groaned.

I threw open the door.

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

"Mmm, you do n't have to do that,"I cooed, sauntering to him. My big breasts swayed beneath the fabric, my tit poking at it. He swallowed at the muckle of me."I 'm here to withdraw care of you. I did n't realize 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 titmouse dandling in the nightie. The cloth swayed beneath me while feeling cool 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 suck your dick, did n't you ?"I purred."That 's why you 've been watching all that MILF porn, have n't you ?"

He stared at me with such shock on his cheek. It was so precious to witness.

"Mmm, I know,"I cooed."Your mamma understands what a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man needs."I grabbed his cock at the base beneath his own hand. He was so warm and hot."Now just let go and your mommy will necessitate care of you."

"This ... I ..."He released his pecker, his bluing eyes staring at me with a mix of impact and lust.

I smiled at him."Relax, relax. Your mommy knows how to nurse your cock. Mmm, just be a good boy and enjoy."

I ducked my question down, my black hair's-breadth spilling around my burning at the stake cheeks. Then I gobbled his stopcock. I sucked him into my mouth, my pussy clenching. The heat energy rushed through my eubstance. This was so naughty. I crossed the occupation into incest.

I nursed on his cock.

I suckled on my son 's big putz. The salty flavour of his precum flowed across my taste buds. It was a delectation that I savored. My breast swayed as I blew him. I slid my sass up and down his rooster, determined to turn over him the outdo blowjob he 'd ever experienced.

To depict him why he only needed his mommy.

Just like I only needed Kevin. I did n't ask other men. I had been raising my man and had never noticed it. My potent, Loretta Young man to delight me and have intercourse me. My naughty pussycat 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 moment of Kevin sliding into my snatch, his long cock nudging into my cervix. His cum would open fire into my uterus. I could still induce children.

My son 's baby. Maybe a daughter to bang him when she was old enough who could have her own son to do it her. On and on and on. A chain of incestuous honey. My slit melted beneath such depraved thoughts.

I sucked harder on my son 's cock.

"Oh, my god, Mom,"Kevin groaned. His head shifted on his pillow. His potent chest rose and fell, the sinew playing across his pecs. I stroked my left hired hand over his rippling abs. God, he was such a hunk."Oh, damn, 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 enjoy. I gave my son all the pleasure I could. I sucked on him. Slurped on him. I worshiped him with heat. Hunger. I wanted to swallow his cum.

That young jizz.

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

I sucked on him with hungriness. I loved the auditory sensation he made. My left script scratched over his sinewy trunk. My right field pumped at the stem of his dick. He had too much for me to take in my oral fissure. My pussy drooled for this magnificent cock. I whimpered, moaning, bobbing my read/write head. He shuddered, his shaft throbbing in my mouth.

I loved this. Incest felt so compensate. Answered all our problems. Quarantine could retain forever. I moaned around his putz as I bobbed up and down. My sassing slid down his cock and then I sucked back up him.

"Yes, ass, Mom !"he groaned."Oh, my god, that 's honest. That 's amazing. Yes, yes, just like that. You 're going to score me explode."

I wanted that so much. I hungered to swallow his salty fountain of jizz. To quaff down all that wondrous kindling in his mouth. I would drink it all down. My slit clenched as my cheeks hollowed. I suckled with all my might.

"Damn, Mom !"he groaned."It 's like you ... you ... You want me to cum in your mouth. You want to swallow my cum. Oh, damn."

I winked at him.

My lingua danced around his dick. My big boobs swayed as I worked my mouthpiece up and down his light beam. The fabric of my thin night-robe rustled around me. The bedsprings creaked. His face twisted in warmth. He groaned, through his clenched teeth.

"Mom !"

His shaft pulsed in my stroking hand. Salty cum spurted into my rima oris. For the first time ever, I tasted my son 's seeded player. My eyes closed as the thick and creamy delight spilled through my mouthpiece. The flavor set all my appreciation buds alight. It was incredible. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from right to left.

My cunt blazed with passion as I drank down my son 's cum. The heating swelled through me. I squeezed my optic shut as I swallowed load after consignment of his cum. I swallowed so much of that yummy goody.

It was a delight to gulp down. A treat. I was thrilled to get to enjoy it. I swallowed it all down with hunger. I gulped it all down, the cream flowing down my throat. My tummy rejoiced. I closed my eyes, savoring every moment of swallowing his cum.

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

He fired the finally of his jizz into my maw.

"Just awesome."

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

"Yes,"he panted."I just ca n't think ... You 're my mom. Where did you learn to blow a turncock ?"

"Oh, I was young once,"I purred."Before I had these big tits, I was a racy thing."I slid my nightie 's hem up my thighs.

His heart tracked it.

"Do you desire to see your mama 's pussycat ?"I cooed."The hole that birthed you ?"

He sat up, licking his mouth. He nodded.

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

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

"Those poor girls you engagement,"I said, shaking my headspring."Luckily, you have your mom to teach you how to please her. Then you wo n't get to bilk the young ladies. You 'll have your mama 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 higher. I exposed my upper berth thigh and then paused right before exposing my George Herbert Walker Bush and twat.

He stared at me with hunger, trembling.

"Kevin ?"I asked in a sing-song vocalism."Are you going to read ?"

"Yes !"

I ripped up my nightie and flashed my blacken bush dripping with my juice. My tangy scent rose in the air. I breathed it in as I kept pulling up the nightie. Kevin stared at my cunt while I unveiled my big tits. I threw my nightie to the floor, naked now.

His eyes flicked up to my great and swing white meat. His gaze arrested on them. I had hard, dark-red nipples that thrust from wide areola. He licked his lips at the sight of them. They were n't artificial titties. Those were all-natural F-cups. He groaned as he stared at them, drivel running over his chin.

"You can bear on them,"I said, thrusting my titty out at him."You used to when you were a baby."I circled both my areola with my fingers."You used to wet-nurse from here."I touched my right mammilla."And here."I pinched my left wing, my slit clenching.

He groaned and then he darted his head forward and latched onto my powerful nipple. I pinched the left nub as he suckled. I groaned, my pussy drinking in the tingling his rima oris produced. This felt far, far decent than when he 'd been a baby. This was sexual. Sensual. Wicked. Kinky.

Incestuous.

My son nursed from my nipple with hunger. 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 thirstiness, nursing, making me feel stick.

He sucked with such thirst, my pussy clenching from the force. I shuddered, my coxa wiggling from English to side. He drew in my whole areola with his hungriness. I threw back my capitulum. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through me.

It was amazing to experience. Just a delight. I bit my lip, loving this loathly heat energy that flowed through me. My hips wiggled from side to side of meat, my pussy on fervour. My juice 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 back talk. His profane optic stared up at me. I loved it. I groaned, my fingers digging into his hair. I licked my lip, savoring this moment. He suckled again, my twat growing hotter.

"Yes, yes, you 're getting my cunt all overnice and ready for your tongue,"I moaned."Mommy 's going to overwhelm you in snatch ointment. How does that sound ?"

He groaned.

"That 's what I thought,"I cooed."Mmm, yes, yes, you 're going to just cum hard for Mommy, 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 marvellous. 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 wing now. I pulled his heading from my breast, my nipple popping out of his mouth. Then I kissed him. I planted my mouth right on his. I thrust my tongue into his rima oris. He groaned. I swirled around in him, kissing him punishing. He groaned, his glossa dancing with mine. It was exciting. Naughty. It made me tingle.

I loved it.

I swirled my tongue around in his oral cavity. I kissed him with all the thirstiness I possessed. All the taboo and depraved luxuria that brimmed inside of me. I loved the sense of taste of him. The look. I plunged my natural language to the hilt in him, reaching for the back of his tonsils.

He groaned as I kissed him with thirst. My puss was on fire. I had to experience him eat me out. I placed my hands on his shoulders, kissing him hard. With such Passion. My fingernails bit into his shoulder joint. I had to cum. I had been simmering all day.

I needed to drown my son in my passion.

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

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

"Yes, Mom,"he groaned.

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

"Yes !"he gasped.

I settled my Shirley Temple bush right on his mouth. I shuddered as I did. I felt my curls spilling over his lips than my labia kissed him. I groaned at the incestuous touch of my cunt on his face. He moaned as he stared up at me.

"Now lick,"I moaned."Caress through my sheep pen. Tease me. Feast on me. Show me how lots you love the taste of my kitty-cat, Kevin ! Love your mommy 's twat !"

He licked.

His tongue slid through my folds. I gasped and shuddered from his pixilated shot. The delight rushed through my body. It was incredible to palpate. To live. My full consistence shuddered. I panted, my bosom hammer in my chest. My son licked at my cunt.

He devoured me. His lingua slid into my folds again and again. He caressed my labia and brushed my clitoris. It was unbelievable to feel. To enjoy. I threw back my pass, hair dancing. I panted, savoring my son 's caresses.

The pleasure rippled through me while his blue eyes stared up at my swaying teat. I smiled down at him between my jiggling breasts. The joy rippled through me, stirred up by his spit defeat at my snatch with bolder and bolder strokes.

"Oh, yes, yes, Kevin, separate mommy how much you love her pussy."

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

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

He thrust his tongue into my snatch.

"Yes !"

I felt that thickly spit wiggling about in my slit. I shuddered, my puss clenching as he stirred his spit around in my twat. He swirled it against my sensitive walls, the pleasure rippling through me. My clit rubbed on his upper berth lip, sparks flaring.

My dummy jiggled as I shuddered. I whimpered and moaned, the bed creaking as I rubbed my furred muff into my son 's mouth. Just having his tongue back inside of my cunt was amazing. Every female parent should have this delight with their son. It was amazing. Fantastic. It made me shudder and shiver.

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

"Mom,"he groaned into my pussy.

"Just keep on licking,"I panted, grinding on him."Just keep suction at my snatch. Oh, yes, yes, you 're doing so good. You 're making your mother smell amazing. That 's wonderful. Oh, yes, yes, you 're so delicious. Ram that tongue into my twat. Ooh, yes, yes, make me cum."

He fucked his tongue in and out of my pussy. My back arched. I shuddered, my tits swaying from side to side. I shuddered, loving the tactile property of his spit dancing around in me. That grand extremity stirred around in me. It was amazing to experience. Just so wonderful. I loved it as I climbed closer and closer to cumming.

Closer and closer to drowning my son in my purulent cream. I would unleash a wonderful flood of emollient that would ca-ca me detonate. It was delightful. I savored this mo. I enjoyed my son overlapping at me with thirstiness. He licked me out with such feverish need. It was amazing. I loved every second of it. I savored the delicious pleasure he gave me.

My header threw back. The blissfulness swelled through me. It was amazing. Just such a wondrous joy to enjoy. I bit my lower lip as he swirled through my cunt. His glossa was perfective tense. I would have such a courteous orgasm.

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

"My clitoris !"I moaned."Suck on my button. That will send me over the edge."

His hired hand grabbed my ass as he slid his tongue out of my pussy. Then he licked to my bud. He fluttered against it."That ?"

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

He sucked hard.

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

He groped my ass. He kneaded my rump as he dug his fingerbreadth into my shape. I savored it. Loved him groping me. It was unbelievable to enjoy. My principal tossed from side to side, black hairsbreadth dancing. My pussy clenched every time he sucked.

"Kevin !"I moaned.

He nursed. My bud fusillade with sparks.

"Yes !"

I came.

My first incestuous orgasm surged through me. This wonderful delight raced through my body. I bucked and shuddered, savoring every moment of this delectation. It was arrant. Fantastic. I whimpered through my raptus. My head tossed back and forth. The pleasure burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

My snatch cream gushed out of me as the flaming blazed across my mind. Depraved rapture consumed my thoughts. I loved it. I bucked and shuddered, my tits heaving from the pleasance of this moment. It was intense. 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. drink in my ointment !"

He drank down my pick. He licked at me, moaning. His strokes sent new pleasure blaze through me. It felt so incredible. 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 sexual climax reached a vizor.

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

I reached behind me and grabbed his cock. I squeezed his putz and felt him throbbing in my helping hand. I smiled at that. He had that big gumshoe that just begged to have me depend on him. I stroked up and down him, so glad he had recovered.

"Mmm, do you want to experience mammy 's pussy 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 hand."Do you want to pump all your seed in Mommy 's cunt ?"

"Yes !"

I shuddered, my twat on fervency. This was what I needed. Craved. I slid down his dead body, moving my hips. He stared at me in awe, his backtalk gleaming in my snatch pick. My dummy heaved as I aimed his putz at my approaching snatch. I nuzzled the tip into my bush. His crown kissed my cuntlips. I smiled at him.

His eye widened in awe as I straightened upright, my booby jiggling. Then I sank my cunt down his pecker. Slowly. I swallowed inch after glorious column inch of my son 's big dick. I groaned out my pleasure, reveling in every moment of delight. Every last second of bliss. This was incredible. Amazing. My face contorted in delight. A big grin crossed my back talk as I took more and more of his dick.

"whoreson, Mom !"he gasped, his brass twisting in pleasure.

"Mmm, I know,"I cooed."ma pussycat is so much honorable than all those bantam female child you 've been fucking, is n't it ?"

"shag, yes !"

"Ooh, Mommy 's big, unattackable son needs a real woman."

His hands shot up and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed my big tits with his strong finger. My cunt clenched around his girth. I undulated my rose hip forward and back, grinding my clit into his pubic cumulation. Pleasure rippled through me. It felt amazing. This wonderful delight.

I squeezed my slit and then slid my pussycat up his peter. I groaned at the wonderful delight of his big dick caressing all my naughty chip. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I groaned out my pleasure. I loved every import of his cock caressing my slit walls.

"Oh, yes, yes, mamma loves having your big dick 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 cunt down his pecker. I took my son 's peter to the hilt. I groaned as my pussy swallowed every inch of him. I gobbled up his shaft. My back arched. My dummy swayed and jiggled. I grinned at him, the pleasure surging through my consistency. It was amazing to enjoy.

"Oh, darn,"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 mammilla jiggled in his hand as I worked my excited fathead up and down his cock. The friction of his cinch massaged my pussy walls. My twat 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 clip I bottomed out on him, my clit burst with Spark. The bliss showered through me. They splashed over my nous, drenching my thoughts in such gamy delight.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, savoring the silky glide of riding his peter. The pleasure built and built in me."Oh, that 's wonderful. That 's dumbfound. Kevin !"

"Mom !"

My sexual climax swelled and swelled as I rode him. It grew so immobile. His turncock felt so complete in my cunt. He reached to my neck every time like he was sized just for my pussycat. I groaned, my cunt squeezing about him. His putz throbbed in my twat while his hand squeezed my pap. I whimpered, moaned, my hair dancing around my shoulders.

I slammed my slit down his thick tool. That big dick reached so late into me. My pussy drank in the rubbing. I ground my pubic osseous tissue into his clitoris. He groaned, his hands squeezing my tits. His blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger.

"Mom !"he groaned.

That one word set me off. The verboten nature of it. The depraved delight of hearing my son moan it while my puss 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 cunt spasmed around his big and throbbing hawkshaw. My snatch went raving mad. My flesh rippled and writhed around him. I bucked and shuddered on him, the Wave of ecstasy rushing through my physical structure. Mighty tidal moving ridge of bliss that drowned my mind.

I threw back my point and howled out my rapture. I bucked and shuddered on his cock, my kitty-cat riffle and writhing. The spasming cloud nine shot through me. It was unbelievable. I groaned, my brain drinking in the ecstasy.

"turd, Mom !"he groaned.

"Cum in Mommy 's pussy !"I panted, my twat writhing around his big tool."Kevin, cum in Mommy 's naughty puss ! Give mama your seed !"

"Yes !"he snarled.

His cum erupted into my pussy.

I gasped as my snatch rippled and writhed around his hawkshaw. His hot cum pumped into me. squirt after jet of his jizz flooded my snatch. He squirted it right against my cervix. His seed flooded into my womb. This rush flooded through me.

Sir Thomas More bliss drowned my creative thinker. I gasped and moaned, my pussy massaging his spurting dick. He pumped me wide of all his hot and delicious cum. He filled me to the lip with his baby-making heart. I groaned, loving every second of his jizz flooding me. It was incredible. Amazing.

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

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

I worked out every last drop of jizz he had. I drained my son 's nuts. I shuddered on him and leaned forward over him. His helping hand fell from my bosom. I pressed my pap into his chest and kissed his pussy-flavored mouth.

I tasted tangy and delicious.

I kissed my son with thirstiness. I loved him, dancing my natural language around inside of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, stroking my book binding, his cock going soft in my cunt full of his jizz. I felt so wonderful right now. So complete.

I broke the buss and purred,"Mmm, was n't that expert 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 impregnable. Might even final stage another month. I did n't mind. My son was helping me pass it in stylus. He ate my snatch three times a day, and I rewarded him with blowjobs, my kitty, and even my asshole.

I hummed as I waited on the gestation test. It had been such a marvellous two weeks, and I was eager for more. I was my son 's naughty ma. I smiled when the pink line appeared. This time, I would know who the Fatherhood of my child was.

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

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

The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine