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He asked me if I wanted to sniff his jockstrap, and I told him I couldn't wait. He pulled his shorts and shirt off and stood in front of me. I pressed my nose into the moist fabric and inhaled deeply, delighting in my favorite fragrance. Max held my head tight against his body as I licked and chewed and nibbled. His cock stirred and I felt it stiffen against my face. I couldn't wait any longer, I was very close to an orgasm. I had to have him in my mouth, so I pulled down on the elastic waistband and freed his throbbing manhood.
With my mouth and one hand on his fat shaft, and the other hand circling my clit, we both came in under five minutes. After I swallowed my son's tasty treat, he turned around and spread his asscheeks for me. His backside glistened with sweat, and I dove in tongue first, rimming his musky anus as deep as I could. Max kept encouraging me to go deeper, talking dirty like he knew I loved. I reached around to feel his cock, and it was already hard. He began stroking himself, so I fondled his big balls while I ate his ass. Just as I felt his puckered asshole tighten around my probing tongue, he turned around, still stroking. I tried to take him in my mouth, but he grabbed my hair and held my face in front of his big mushroom tip. He told me to look at him, and began shooting his hot cum all over my face, giving me my first ever facial. I reached up to scoop the fresh cum into my mouth, but Max told me not to touch it. He said he liked the way I looked, and told me to leave his cum where it was and go make dinner.
I felt like such a dirty girl, naked and cooking pasta for my son with his cum dripping off my face. We ate dinner together, and Max told me what a beautiful little slut I was, proudly wearing my own son's cum.
During our meal, Max stood up with his hard cock in his hand. He stood right next to me and jerked his cock. I thought he was going to give me another facial right there at the dinner table, but just before he came, he pointed his cock at my plate and shot several ropes of milky white sperm on my spaghetti with marinara sauce. After I sucked the last bit of cum from his softening prick, he sat down with a smile on his face and told me eat up before it got cold, and I did.
I loved the cum play Max wanted me to do, and I could see how much it turned him on to see his formerly frigid old mother behave like a cum loving whore. It was so raunchy, so wicked, so nasty, and so much fun. I couldn't wait to find out what he wanted me to do next.
- COMMENTS
LonesomeBoy605 months agoYou fucked up the storyline by inserting the dyke into it, folks need to understand that not everyone is going to embrace the homosexual lifestyle, and if the homosexuals can have free will and free choice, then others can also. No use him getting upset because Charlene's mom isn't feeling her daughter in that way.
Anonymous12 months agoLoved the sweaty jockstrap sniffing and how it make her wet and how her son put his sweaty pouch over her face while fucking her. Liked the pheromone aspect as the scent of both sexes sweaty scents is something that has always turned me on. Really horny story, I enjoyed the taboo nature of it, although in reality, I would never ever be able wrap my head around a real son/mother relationship like this, I guess that's what made it such a horny read. I did start to lose some interest around page 5 though.
Anonymousover 3 years agoAs soon as the newly consummated mother-son pair come up for air the very next moment they're already bringing in - not just a new person but a complete random stranger into their sex play. For me reading that, it cancels out any idea of whatever the characters are supposed to mean to one another. Now they're just a horn dog guy and some random slut fucking each other.
Erotica doesn't have to be like baseball where you need to touch all the various kink bases in a single inning to score. The kinky sniffing in a related duo was plenty to explore all by itself.
Anonymousover 3 years agoI enjoyed the first few pages, but that was enough for me without wanting to go further (those pages were a complete story for me). The concept is good with the mom sniffing her son's sweaty jocks, balls, and ass, but a slower paced, more subtle sniffing fetish may have been better. I imagine a mother noticing the aroma of her athletic son and building into an urge to brush her nose lightly against his well worn jock. She may back off initially when she gets a full whiff, but catching a glimpse of him in his sweaty gear, bulging just enough to draw her attention to his masculinity would leave a lingering impression. His jock would be all she has, at first, to open up her curiosity about the hairy package it holds. The son would be oblivious to this and nonchalantly leave his sweaty gear in his gym bag or on his bedroom floor for his mother to gather and wash. The son could possibly come home all sweaty from a workout and ready to shower when his mother makes an excuse or gives him a job to do before he gets clean. She may hug him as a show of thanks as he warns her that he hasn't showered. She may hold him even tighter and tell him she isn't bothered by it, subtly encouraging him to avoid showering immediately when he gets home ...
