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When she felt me kiss her lips, she tried to speak but all she was able to say was "Please" before I put my hand on her mouth and whispered, "Let me help you."
I cupped her left breast and ran my lips and tongue over her soft cheeks, her long neck, and over her big round perky breasts and pink nipples, while my left hand felt the smooth skin of her legs and thighs. I slowly moved my mouth near her shaved pussy and began exploring its wetness. With my tongue deep inside her pussy, I put my hands on her boobs and began squeezing them, massaging them and softly pinching her pink nipples.
Mom was, by now, moaning and writhing in pure pleasure.
After licking her pussy for more than five minutes, I kissed her lips and turned my body around, so now my cock was near Mom's mouth and my mouth was near her pussy. I thought she would not go for it, but she eagerly opened her mouth when she saw my dick nearly touching her lips and began sucking and kissing it. She put her hands on my ass, pushed my body down, and took it deep inside her mouth.
While she was busy pleasuring my cock, I was making her moan and toss and turn by licking her clit and pushing my tongue deeper into her pussy. She was moaning loudly, her juices were filling my mouth and she was desperately trying to make me stop, so I moved my tongue out of her pussy, kissed her on her lips, sharing her juices with her, and circled my hands over her big breasts, pushed my cock inside her wet pussy.
She threw her arms around me, dug her nails into my back, and began kissing my lips, my neck, and my nipples. My dick was deep inside my own mom's pussy and my mouth was sucking and biting her pink nipples, while my hands were squeezing and holding her big boobs. I held them tightly and played with her nipples while my cock continued to make love to her pussy until she came again.
I followed her lead and came inside her, but didn't take my dick out of my mom's pussy and it remained there as we kissed each other, ran our hands all over each other's bodies, and soaked in the satisfaction of our lovemaking and closeness.
Finally, after staying like that for fifteen minutes, Mom got up, picked up the packet of cigarettes, lit one for each of us and we lay down on our backs next to each other.
"What's your next plan?" she asked, taking a long drag.
"Give it ten minutes," I replied, looking down at my dick.
"I didn't mean that. Are we going to live in Fargo or somewhere else?" she said, turning her body toward me and smiling.
"It depends," I said, circling my fingers over her right breast and playing with her pink nipple.
"On what?"
"On how happy you make me tonight."
"OK," she said, wrapping her red lips around my cock.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoNice story glad to see that bastard passed they should have killed him, Need to write more and have him take her back to Russia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymousover 8 years agoThe son is driven buy love & lust.
For a young man who grew up in an anusually abusive environment he is doing just fine.
His mom had been abused for years. She was mentally scared and the only bright spot in her life (her raison d'être) was her son.
I seldom read any 4-page stories but this one captivated my attention.
My mother had a very similar body in terms of shapes but was a bit taller at 5'9"
Yes, a son can love his mother with all his heart. In an Oedipal son's mind his mom is a beauty queen & he lusts after her 24/7/365.
I found it sort of unrealistic that for the first vacation for 2 a 21-year old goes to Disneyworld Florida, NYC & Vegas.
Anonymousabout 11 years agoOdd tale, this. A son exposed to domestic violence who then becomes an abuser himself. Continuing the torment of his mother and yet portrayed as our stories hero. Not sure I can agree with the morality of this subject.
Also, like most teenagers this story was 90% obsession and fumbling only to blow its load with neither flair or fanfare; elegance was the casualty of your finale.
Anonymousover 11 years agoGet another hobby, you write like a retarded 14yo, there is no reality, and precious little story. Please find something else to occupy your free time, have you thought about knitting...
