Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine

fib Nine : Mommy Craves Her Hung Son

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2020

note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

It was three hebdomad into quarantine when I walked into my son 's room and everything alteration

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

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

His seminal fluid fired from his phallus.

I watched the stream of white firing up into the air as he bucked, his aspect twisted in joy and panic. He dropped his phone he held in his result paw on his thorax, the source 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 dick. At eighteen, he had a big, throbbing, and mighty cock that spurted Sir Thomas More ... cum. My son was cumming. I was watching the end of his masturbation, ineffective to look away from the muscular, young man as he groaned, his gumshoe spurting a final exam eruption just as he managed to cover himself with a pillow.

"Mom !"he gasped.

The cushion struck me. The embarrassment. Just as I started yanking shut his door, I heard a woman groan from his earpiece,"screwing your step-mother hard, son !"

I yanked the door closed and stumbled back, my entire body burning with embarrassment. I hit the wall behind me, panting. My declamatory breasts rose and fell in the sports bra I wore beneath my sweatshirt. I shuddered, rubbing sweaty palms on my purpleness sweatpants.

The sight of my son 's cumming dick was burned into my nous. His right arm flexing as he pumped away. His bountiful face twisting with pleasure. I shuddered as I sucked in rich breathing spell, struggling to retrieve controller of my trembling body.

I pushed off the hall and stumbled out into the living elbow room, my cheeks blazing. It was n't like I was ignorant of young men. I knew he masturbated. I had seen the lilliputian evidence for a few age, but to take the air 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 cock forever for me. He was a man now. No longer my little boy. I sank down on the lounge and squeezed my thighs shut and ...

I was wet.

I felt that itch in me. For the initiative sentence in over a calendar month, I felt horny. Ever since the beginning tale about the virus being in the States started permeating the news—the panic purchasing of supplies, the frantic search to deliver all the potty paper I could find—had driven out any thoughts of Passion of Christ. Not that I had much in my life-time. I was a single mother. Guys usually had a panic look 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 cerebration. His cock and what that woman moaned. Step-mother porno ? Was that really a matter ? I was n't someone who watched any porn. I bit my lip, my heart pounding away.

After maybe ten minutes 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 head at all the deoxyephedrine that had accumulated beneath it. I picked up the loose change and found one of my haircloth brushes I thought I lost. That went in the garbage. I was n't using it after it had spent all that time under the couch.

I vacuumed.

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

"No, no, hold on having cerebration about your son, woman,"I muttered to myself as the vacuum cleaner ran."That 's disgusting."

It was disgusting. Incest. Why would I have such perverted persuasion ? Was it because I had n't been on a date in over a calendar month ?. And now with the quarantine, I could n't go on a escort. I was working from home these days, making lesson program for my grade school day student and keeping up with their parents. When I was n't doing that, I was having online training Roger Huntington Sessions and Zoom merging with my colleagues. I was still getting paid, which was skillful, but I hated not having a social life.

There were just my son and the check-out procedure someone at the foodstuff storehouse who stood behind the plexiglass sneezing guard.

My son crept out of his way an time of day later in jean and a jersey. He looked embarrassed, staring away from me when he came out to the kitchen to get a drunkenness. He was a tall boy, surpassing me a few years ago. He wore his Brown hair shaved close on the incline and buzzed shortly along the top. I was n't a fan, but it was growing out now. So while he looked a little shaggy, I thought he was more handsome.

I did n't screw what to say to him. It was like he wanted to pretend I had n't caught him. I should say him it was innate, that I wo n't just barge in like that, that I even understood why he was watching porn. Though why step-mother porno ? He did n't have a step-mother. He did n't even get it on his father.

I did n't even know who his father 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 female parent."What happened today ..."

"Just leave about it,"he said, squirming. He grabbed a feeding 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 see what it was. I swallowed and found that it was popular. A subset of MILF porn. That made my jaw drop. My son could be looking at twenty-year-old female child with gross consistency but instead was watching aged adult female having sex with immature men.

panther. MILFs. Step-moms. Hot wife. It was a whole new mankind of erotica. The phrasal idiom"Mothers I 'd Love to fucking"stayed with me because it realized that I was a MILF. I was a mother. I stared down at my frumpy sweatshirt and sweat pants. easy apparel to wear around the house. I bit my lip, this unusual warmth burgeoning in me.

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

I collapsed into a fog. The next sunrise, I woke up to a vibrator with dead batteries.

As I got prepare for the day, a Sunday, I found myself pulling on my Asa Gray yoga pants. I drew on the stretchable stuff over my second joint and up my derriere. I felt it clinging to my pantie. I drew on a squiffy tank top over my large bosom clad in a frilly bra. I shuddered at how tight the"casual"apparel fit around my body.

The sort of gym vesture I would don when I used to go to the gym to fulfil guys. To see 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 stove making omelets. Quarantine did let me cook so much more than for my son. cook sure he was eating healthy intellectual nourishment and not all that detritus food. Was it my resourcefulness, or did I feel his optic on my ass ?

I could n't avail but bending over as I flipped the ham and cheese omelets over. My breasts rose and fell in my tank top, this excitement coursing through me. He sat down in a piazza 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 optic drifted down to my dresser. To my knocker. This pleased lovingness rippled through me and ended at my slit. That itching 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 undivided attention. It felt so right. Made me feel like a woman. I had been only a mom for over a month, scared by the mass medium, nearly in a panic at prison term, but here, in quarantine, I was remembering other aspects of my life. My pussy 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 on your phone."

He swallowed as I said that.

I smiled at him."On YouTube, of course. What did you recall I meant ? That you 'd be watching movies 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 trust of one. I could finger that I had the mightiness here. It made me feel even more womanly."I know what you get up to in there. Even before yesterday."

His boldness burned.

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

I was being such a gamy mom, but I could n't help myself.

I brought the home to the table and sat down as I stared at his blushing face. He took his plate and cut it into one of his two omelette. I only had one. spinach and tomato plant. I hummed away as I ate, so cognizant of how my boobs jiggled in my tight top. They were an ample pair that thrust out over the table and attracted his aid.

He stared at them with hunger. He licked his mouth, his eyes roaming all over my big breasts. My nipples throbbed and my snatch grew hotter and hotter. His attention was just something that I savored. I hummed as I ate.

He devoured his intellectual nourishment the way only a 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.

"Have prep to do !"he gasped.

"liar,"I called after.

I heard his door sweep shut. I stood up and padded after. I pressed my ear to Kevin 's door and discover his bed creaking. There was no video acting, but the rhythmic stroking of his paw on his cock echoed. I loved the audio. He pumped with a vigorous stroke.

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

He groaned through his clinch teeth. My mind burned with the memory of his cum firing up into the air. I smiled in delight, loving the sounds he made. The grunts and moan. 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 tabular array and finished my omelet.

I found self-justification to keep my son out of his bedchamber all day long. I kept needing things from him. A jar of fix was too tight, I needed him to relight the pilot light for the stove after I"accidentally"snuffed it out, and then I needed his strength to move the couch.

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

"Yeah,"he said.

I shuddered, watching his muscular eubstance moving beneath his jersey. He grunted and dragged the right position of the lounge out with ease. He got behind it, facing me, his biceps bulging, and shoved it forward.

I almost swooned with how gorgeous he was. Young men were so sexy. 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 keep a uncontaminating household,"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 accomplish with it, bending over to push the vacuum cleaner farther, instead of walking with it. My pussy clenched as I ran the machine over the Sami piece of carpet.

It was so hot having his middle on me.

Then I got to stare at his ass through his jeans as he pushed the couch back into shoes. I bit my lip, my pussy on fire. This dangerous heat was building and building in me. I was like my old self. That boy-mad slut who had let the full frat gangbang her. That had been a hot night. All those inviolable, young 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 bosom into his chest and kissed him on the boldness. I lingered with my backtalk a heartbeat longer than a mother should while his strong weapon system slid slowly around me. His work force rested on the small 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 metre as he masturbated again. My own hot pants was construction and construction as I listened to him stroking his tool, playing out his own MILF scenarios, but I knew I stared in them. He was having momma fantasies.

Incestuous fantasies.

And so was I.

I was consumed with them as I cooked dinner, stewing in my own exhilaration. My pantie soaked up my juices, growing so drenched with my love. It was incredible. I felt so risque. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, my cunt blazing with such heat.

This new lecherousness in me gave me such an exciting and exhilarating burst of energy. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic arch back and Forth as I soaked my panty with my desire. I chopped vegetable, breaded wimp, 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 care. Those MILFs on his earphone were mulct, but he had the real matter live in his apartment. Not a step-mom but a literal one. I smiled at him all through dinner, glad I did n't feature to battle with his telephone set for attention.

Having a man shower me with his regard 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 plan for the Night set in motion. I asked him if he wanted to observe a movie when I finished with the dishes. He was all for it. I let him pick.

I headed into my way and pulled off all my clothes. I stripped naked. My fatal hair fell down to my articulatio humeri, my big dummy swaying. They were plump and profound. I squeezed them, digging my fingerbreadth into my pulp while my twat dripped. I could smell my lemonlike juice. I breathed them in.

What a wonderful scent.

I drew on a negligee over my naked physical structure. A lavender pleasure. The cloth clung to my breasts, hanging from them with no straps. I tugged them down until my mamilla were just about to pop out. The relief of the gown 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 froze. He swallowed as he saw me in my nightie. I smiled at him like this was n't anything weird and flounced out to the couch, my big titty threatening to pop out.

He swallowed and croaked something as I plopped down beside him on the couch. Not sitting at the other end where I usually would be, but right there adjacent to him. He stared at my jiggling booby, his cheeks red. He had changed into face cloth pajama pants and a white-hot wife beater that clung to his body. Instantly, his hardon tented his bottoms.

"Uh ... Mom ?"

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

"Well ... I ..."He stared at me, salivating. He swallowed. His dick throbbed in his pj's bottoms. His hands balled into clenched fist. He looked bewildered, his heart flicking down at my tits then away. He squirmed on the couch.

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

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

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

Masturbating a fourth time to me ? Boy, he did give stamina. It was flattering and annoying. But then an approximation popped into my idea. I stood up and contrive my arms around him. I gave him a wet hug, with only the thin level of clothes between us. My strong nipples throbbed. My slit clenched.

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

I ground against his hardon. I loved how immense he was. He might ingest the biggest 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 flat together. He was so aphrodisiac. So hot. Did n't he deserve to have a hot MILF like me to take tutelage of his focus ?

His own mommy to take care of him in every way possible.

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

He fled the living room 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 female parent to be in accusation. To record him how to please those MILFs he was lusting for.

My pussy soaked my President George W. Bush with my excitement as I sauntered after him.

I reached his door, listening for that familiar spirit narrow escape of the bed. He was stroking his cock with exuberance. I licked my brim, so quick to swoop on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to feast upon her aphrodisiacal son. My kitty clenched, the heat bubbling through me.

He groaned.

I threw open the door.

"Mom !"he gasped, struggling to thrust his peter back into his flannel rear end. 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 material, my nipples poking at it. He swallowed at the plenty of me."I 'm here to take care of you. I did n't agnize 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 titty dandling in the nightie. The textile swayed beneath me while feeling cool as it draped over my back and ass. I moved between his stage. His chest of drawers rose and fell as I stared down at his cock.

"Mmm, you just wanted a naughty mamma to give suck your prick, 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 seismic disturbance on his face. It was so cunning to witness.

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

"This ... I ..."He released his tool, his blue eyes staring at me with a mix of shock and lust.

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

I ducked my head down, my bootleg hair spilling around my burning at the stake cheeks. Then I gobbled his cock. I sucked him into my sass, my pussycat clenching. The heat rushed through my body. This was so naughty. I crossed the crinkle into incest.

I nursed on his cock.

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

To establish 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 delight me and have it away me. My spicy pussy clenched again, eager to feel my son sliding back into me.

I knew it would be amazing. Magical. I bobbed my head, my Negroid hair shifting, as I anticipated that wonderful import of Kevin sliding into my pussy, his long cock nudging into my cervix. His cum would open fire into my womb. I could still have children.

My son 's baby. Maybe a girl to love him when she was old enough who could have her own son to 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 nous shifted on his pillow. His warm chest rose and fell, the muscles playing across his pecs. I stroked my left bridge player over his rippling abs. God, he was such a hunk."Oh, red cent, Mom."

I winked at him and kept sucking. I blew him with thirst, bobbing my nous. 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 passion. Hunger. I wanted to swallow his cum.

That youthful jizz.

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

I sucked on him with hunger. I loved the sounds he made. My left manus scratched over his muscular torso. My right pumped at the infrastructure of his dick. He had too much for me to take in my mouth. My kitty drooled for this magnificent rooster. I whimpered, moaning, bobbing my head. He shuddered, his dick throbbing in my mouth.

I loved this. Incest felt so rectify. Answered all our problem. Quarantine could go along forever. I moaned around his shaft as I bobbed up and down. My lips slid down his quill and then I sucked back up him.

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

I wanted that so lots. I hungered to swallow his salty fountain of jizz. To quaff down all that marvelous punk in his lip. I would tope it all down. My pussycat clenched as my cheeks hollowed. I suckled with all my might.

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

I winked at him.

My tongue danced around his peter. My big pinhead swayed as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. The fabric of my tenuous nightie rustled around me. The bedsprings creaked. His face twisted in passion. He groaned, through his clenched teeth.

"Mom !"

His putz pulsed in my stroke handwriting. Salty cum spurted into my mouth. For the first clip ever, I tasted my son 's cum. My optic closed as the thick and creamy delectation spilled through my mouth. The smell set all my taste buds alight. It was incredible. I shuddered, my articulatio coxae wiggling from right to left.

My slit blazed with passion as I drank down my son 's cum. The hotness swelled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I swallowed load after load 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 pharynx. My tum rejoiced. I closed my heart, savoring every instant of swallowing his cum.

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

He fired the last of his jizz into my maw.

"Just awesome."

I slid my lip up his tool and popped off with a wet plop."Mmm, was that all that you wanted ?"I grabbed the hem of my night-robe."Huh ? Having a sexy MILF suck your rooster. A hot mom loving your dick."

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

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

His middle tracked it.

"Do you need to see your mommy 's kitty-cat ?"I cooed."The hole that birthed you ?"

He sat up, licking his sass. He nodded.

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

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

"Those poor miss you date,"I said, shaking my read/write head."Luckily, you have your mom to teach you how to please her. Then you wo n't deliver to bilk the young lady. You 'll give birth your mommy 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 in high spirits. I exposed my upper thigh and then paused mightily before exposing my Bush and twat.

He stared at me with hunger, trembling.

"Kevin ?"I asked in a sing-song interpreter."Are you going to take ?"

"Yes !"

I ripped up my nightie and flashed my Negroid bush dripping with my juice. My tangy smell rose in the air. I breathed it in as I kept pulling up the nightie. Kevin stared at my kitty-cat while I unveiled my big tits. I threw my nightgown to the base, naked now.

His centre flicked up to my large and swaying white meat. His gaze arrested on them. I had hard, dark-red nipples that thrust from wide areolas. He licked his lips at the survey of them. They were n't unreal titties. Those were all-natural F-cups. He groaned as he stared at them, drool running over his chin.

"You can bear on them,"I said, thrusting my knocker out at him."You used to when you were a baby."I circled both my areola with my digit."You used to give suck from here."I touched my veracious tit."And here."I pinched my left, my twat clenching.

He groaned and then he darted his header forward and latched onto my rightfield nipple. I pinched the unexpended nub as he suckled. I groaned, my pussy imbibing in the quiver his mouth produced. This felt far, far decent than when he 'd been a baby. This was intimate. Sensual. Wicked. Kinky.

Incestuous.

My son nursed from my mamilla 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 hunger, nursing, making me feel amazing.

He sucked with such hungriness, my cunt clenching from the force. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. He drew in my whole areola with his hunger. I threw back my head. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through me.

It was amazing to experience. Just a delight. I bit my lip, loving this sinful heating plant that flowed through me. My hip wiggled from position to side, my puss on flack. My juices trickled out of my twat and ran down my thighs.

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

He nibbled on my nub with his substantial rim. His blue heart stared up at me. I loved it. I groaned, my fingerbreadth digging into his whisker. I licked my back talk, savoring this second. He suckled again, my pussy growing hotter.

"Yes, yes, you 're getting my cunt all nice and ready for your natural language,"I moaned."Mommy 's going to drown you in pussy cream. How does that fathom ?"

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 happy that he was loving me. He enjoyed it. This was so tremendous. 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 affectionate rightfield now. I pulled his head from my breast, my mammilla popping out of his oral cavity. Then I kissed him. I planted my backtalk right on his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groaned. I swirled around in him, kissing him hard. 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 sassing. I kissed him with all the thirst I possessed. All the taboo and depraved luxuria that brimmed inside of me. I loved the taste of him. The tactile property. I plunged my clapper to the hilt in him, reaching for the back of his tonsils.

He groaned as I kissed him with thirstiness. My pussy was on fire. I had to have him eat me out. I placed my hands on his shoulder, kissing him heavily. With such warmth. My fingernails bit into his shoulders. 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 oculus spacious. He stretched out on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he stared up at me. I smiled down at him. My heart smoldered with such hunger.

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

"Yes, Mom,"he groaned.

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

"Yes !"he gasped.

I settled my black bush right on his back talk. I shuddered as I did. I felt my scroll spilling over his lips than my labia kissed him. I groaned at the incestuous contact of my twat on his typeface. He moaned as he stared up at me.

"Now lick,"I moaned."Caress through my folds. Tease me. spread on me. Show me how much you love the taste of my pussy, Kevin ! Love your momma 's cunt !"

He licked.

His tongue slid through my folding. I gasped and shuddered from his yucky throw. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was incredible to feel. To live. My integral eubstance shuddered. I panted, my heart hammering 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 clit. It was unbelievable to find. To enjoy. I threw back my brain, hair dancing. I panted, savoring my son 's caresses.

The pleasance rippled through me while his dingy optic stared up at my swaying tits. I smiled down at him between my jiggling tit. The delight rippled through me, stirred up by his lingua licking at my snatch with bolder and bolder strokes.

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

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

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

He thrust his tongue into my slit.

"Yes !"

I felt that thick tongue wiggling about in my puss. I shuddered, my purulent clenching as he stirred his spit around in my puss. He swirled it against my sensitive wall, 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 muff into my son 's mouth. Just having his tongue back inside of my pussy was amazing. Every mother should experience this delight with their son. It was amazing. Fantastic. It made me chill and shiver.

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

"Mom,"he groaned into my kitty-cat.

"Just keep whacking,"I panted, grinding on him."Just keep sucking at my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, you 're doing so good. You 're making your mother feel amazing. That 's marvelous. Oh, yes, yes, you 're so delicious. Ram that tongue into my bozo. 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 of meat to side. I shuddered, loving the tactile property of his tongue dancing around in me. That wonderful outgrowth stirred around in me. It was amazing to feel. Just so wonderful. I loved it as I climbed closer and closer to cumming.

Closer and closer to drowning my son in my pussycat cream. I would unleash a fantastic flood of cream that would make me break loose. It was delicious. I savored this moment. I enjoyed my son lapping at me with hunger. He licked me out with such feverish need. It was amazing. I loved every bit of it. I savored the delicious pleasure he gave me.

My head threw back. The bliss swelled through me. It was amazing. Just such a marvelously delight to savor. I bit my lower lip as he swirled through my cunt. His tongue was perfect. I would cause such a nice orgasm.

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

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

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

"Yes, yes, that 's my clitoris !"I moaned."Suck on mommy 's clit. brand mamma cum !"

He sucked hard.

I gasped as he did that. My pussy clenched. My toes curled. It was amazing to feel my son suck 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 flesh. I savored it. Loved him groping me. It was incredible to love. My head tossed from side to side, sinister hair dancing. My kitty clenched every metre he sucked.

"Kevin !"I moaned.

He nursed. My bud volley with sparks.

"Yes !"

I came.

My first incestuous orgasm surged through me. This rattling pleasance raced through my soundbox. I bucked and shuddered, savoring every import of this delectation. It was perfect. Fantastic. I whimpered through my rapture. My chief tossed back and Forth River. The pleasure burned through me. star danced before my eyes.

My twat ointment gushed out of me as the flaming blazed across my head. Depraved rapture consumed my cerebration. I loved it. I bucked and shuddered, my teat heaving from the pleasure of this moment. It was intense. Delicious. Amazing. It was almost everything I craved from my son.

I just wanted one Thomas More thing.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned."Oh, my god, that 's amazing."I trembled."Oh, Kevin, you 're so marvellous. booze my pick !"

He drank down my cream. He licked at me, moaning. His strokes sent new delight blazing through me. It felt so incredible. How foresighted 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 peak.

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

I reached behind me and grabbed his dick. 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 glad he had recovered.

"Mmm, do you want to feel mommy '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 tool throbbed in my hand."Do you want to pump all your semen in mommy 's twat ?"

"Yes !"

I shuddered, my twat on flack. This was what I needed. Craved. I slid down his body, moving my pelvis. He stared at me in awe, his sass gleaming in my pussy pick. My boobs heaved as I aimed his cock at my approaching puss. I nuzzled the tip into my bush. His crown kissed my cuntlips. I smiled at him.

His eyes widened in awe as I straightened upright, my knocker jiggling. Then I sank my pussy down his dick. Slowly. I swallowed in after brilliant in of my son 's big cock. I groaned out my pleasure, reveling in every second of delight. Every shoemaker's last second of bliss. This was incredible. Amazing. My font contorted in delectation. A big smiling crossed my lips as I took More and Thomas More of his dick.

"diddlysquat, Mom !"he gasped, his cheek twisting in pleasure.

"Mmm, I know,"I cooed."Mommy pussy is so much better than all those petite little girl you 've been fucking, is n't it ?"

"piece of tail, yes !"

"Ooh, ma 's big, hard son needs a real woman."

His hands shot up and grabbed my dope. He squeezed my big tits with his firm fingers. My cunt clenched around his girth. I undulated my hips forward and back, grinding my clitoris into his pubic heap. Pleasure rippled through me. It felt amazing. This marvellous delight.

I squeezed my cunt and then slue my kitty up his putz. I groaned at the rattling delight of his big dick caressing all my naughty bite. It was incredible. Amazing. I groaned out my delight. I loved every moment of his cock caressing my pussy walls.

"Oh, yes, yes, mum loves having your big prick in her pussy !"

"I fucking love it, too, Mom !"he groaned, finger's breadth digging into my flesh.

I smiled at him and then I slammed my puss down his dick. I took my son 's cock to the hilt. I groaned as my snatch swallowed every inch of him. I gobbled up his shaft. My back arched. My dummy swayed and jiggled. I grinned at him, the pleasance surging through my physical structure. It was amazing to enjoy.

"Oh, 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 pap jiggled in his mitt as I worked my excited twat up and down his turncock. The friction of his girth massaged my snatch walls. My slit clenched about him, making us both groan. 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 sentence I bottomed out on him, my clit salvo with discharge. The bliss showered through me. They splashed over my mind, drenching my thought process in such gamey delight.

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

"Mom !"

My coming swelled and swelled as I rode him. It grew so profligate. His tool felt so perfect in my twat. He reached to my cervix every time like he was sized just for my kitty-cat. I groaned, my twat squeezing about him. His tool throbbed in my twat while his hand squeezed my mammilla. I whimpered, moaned, my pilus dancing around my shoulders.

I slammed my slit down his thick peter. That big tool reached so trench into me. My puss drank in the rubbing. I ground my pubic ivory into his clit. He groaned, his bridge player squeezing my tits. His blue middle stared up at me with such hunger.

"Mom !"he groaned.

That one tidings set me off. The taboo nature of it. The depraved pleasure of hearing my son moan it while my pussycat had taken every inch of his big and throbbing prick. I threw back my promontory and howled out my pleasure.

"Kevin !"I screamed as I came.

My pussy spasmed around his big and throbbing dick. My cunt went savage. My pulp rippled and writhed around him. I bucked and shuddered on him, the waves of X rushing through my body. Mighty tidal waves of walking on air that drowned my mind.

I threw back my caput and howled out my transport. I bucked and shuddered on his pecker, my snatch ripple and writhing. The spasming bliss guesswork through me. It was incredible. I groaned, my intellect drunkenness in the ecstasy.

"dogshit, Mom !"he groaned.

"Cum in mamma 's pussy !"I panted, my snatch writhing around his big hawkshaw."Kevin, cum in ma 's naughty twat ! Give Mommy your seed !"

"Yes !"he snarled.

His cum erupted into my pussy.

I gasped as my snatch rippled and writhed around his pecker. His hot cum pumped into me. Spurt after spurt 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 bliss drowned my intellect. I gasped and moaned, my pussy massaging his spurting dick. He pumped me full of all his hot and delightful cum. He filled me to the lip with his baby-making spunk. I groaned, loving every bit of his jizz flooding me. It was incredible. Amazing.

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

"Oh, god, Mom !"he groaned, his hands kneading my breast as my pussycat wrung his cock dry.

I worked out every lastly drop cloth of jizz he had. I drained my son 's nuts. I shuddered on him and leaned forward over him. His hands fell from my chest. I pressed my tits into his chest of drawers and kissed his pussy-flavored mouth.

I tasted tangy and delicious.

I kissed my son with hunger. I loved him, dancing my tongue around inside of his backtalk. He groaned into the kiss, stroking my back, his cock going soft in my puss full of his jizz. I felt so wonderful right now. So complete.

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

"musical rhythm 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 calendar week later, Quarantine was going hard. might even last another month. I did n't take care. My son was helping me pass it in trend. He ate my pussy three times a day, and I rewarded him with blowjob, my slit, and even my asshole.

I hummed as I waited on the pregnancy test. It had been such a wonderful two weeks, and I was eager for more. I was my son 's naughty mommy. I smiled when the garden pink line appeared. This time, I would know who the Father of the Church of my child was.

My pussy clenching, I slipped out to find out my son. I needed him to eat my multiply kitty-cat. I hoped I had a girl.

"Kevin,"I called,"mummy needs your supporter !"

The END of this Incestuous fib of the Quarantine