Posted by Nick on February 10, 2004 at 22:10:47:
In Reply to: milf mom sex posted by mike on February 08, 2004 at 10:14:51:
"Oh, Son! I had no idea you had such a big cock! Fuck me
with it, darling! Fuck your mother's juicy cunt!"
The dirty novel was open to page 70 and Angela felt her eyes
glazing over as she read the obscene words. Incest. It was a
story about incest. About a mother fucking her son.
"Mmmm, it's going into me now, darling! What a big, stiff
prick you have! Do you like the way mommy's pussy sucks your big,
hard cock?"
She was in the bedroom, standing in front of the closet that
contained all of her divorced husband's effects. It was a cool
night and Angela had hoped to find an extra blanket amidst all the
boxes and shoe cartons. Little had she known that she would
stumble across George's collection of pornography.
There were ten magazines and books altogether and Angela
found herself immediately reaching for the novel she now held.
She felt so weak that she thought she might faint. Never had she
read something so shocking, so obscene...
"You've got it in me now, lover! Unh! It's all the way up
mommy's cunt! Fuck me, Son! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Angela stopped reading and forced herself to close the book.
For a full minute she stood with her eyes closed, measuring the
sensations that coursed through her body. There was no denying
it. She didn't have to put her hand between her legs to feel the
wet pulsations of her horny, juicy cunt. This was turning her on.
Taking the book with her, Angela went into the bathroom and
shut the door. She turned on the lights and looked at herself in
the mirror.
She was thirty-six years old now and the book was a threat to
her--she had a teenage son of her own. Angela knew she didn't
look thirty-six. Waves of thick, sandy-blonde hair framed her
youthful, wide-eyed face. There were tiny laugh lines around her
ripe lips but she could still have passed for her mid-twenties.
Slowly, Angela looked at the reflection of her body in the
mirror. All she had on was a transparent, ice-blue negligee that
barely reached her crotch. Her body was still incredibly stacked,
long-legged, with slim hips and waist and a firm, peach-shaped
ass, her tits lusciously oversized for her delicate frame. Angela
could make any man get a hard-on if she went without a bra.
Why had she worn this skimpy negligee tonight? The only one
living in the two-bedroom apartment with her now was Tony, her
teenage son. He hadn't seen her in it but what if he came into
the bedroom?
Her huge tits were clearly visible through the fabric. She
could see the shape and color of her large dark-pink nipples.
What would Tony have thought at the sight of his mother's luscious
tits? For the first time, Angela wondered if she was trying to
seduce her son.
The apartment was very quiet now. It was after midnight.
Tony still hadn't gotten home. He was out on a date and Angela
pictured him fucking some girl. He was very handsome for his age.
Did he have a nice big prick, like George had had? Did her son
Tony have a nice, big cock?
Angela opened the book again and started reading, this time
on page 114:
"Unhh! Fuck my asshole, lover! My asshole's so tight around
your cock! Fuck your mother up the ass, darling! I want to feel
your cum shooting in my butt!"
Angela shut the book quickly again. There was no denying how
she felt now. Her nipples were painfully stiff, protruding
through the negligee. Her cunt was a throbbing, dripping mess.
Angela backed up and took a seat on the toilet.
Unceremoniously she lifted the negligee and tied the lacy hem
around her waist. Groaning softly, she spread her shapely, milk-
white thighs on the ivory seat. Her fingers pushed through the
thick mound of her light-brown cunt hairs covering her lower
belly.
Her cunt was still very tight and juicy. Angela opened the
book and started to finger-fuck, speedily fucking two fingers in
and out of her throbbing cunt.
"Unngghh! Fuck me!" Reading fast now, she dared to think
openly of her boy's prick as she whispered the words she wanted to
hear "Do you want to fuck me, Tony? Mommy wants to fuck you.
Come do it to me, lover! Yes, yes just like in the book. Fuck
me...fuck your horny mother..."
It lasted only a minute. Angela jerked and writhed on the
toilet, her huge D-cup tits jiggling lusciously under the sheer
fabric. Then she fucked her fingers all the way up her pulsing
pussy and whimpered as she came hard, feeling the contractions of
her cunt muscles around them.
Then she took her fingers out of her pussy and rose from the
toilet. The whole bathroom now smelled of her musky cunt juices.
Angela walked back into the bedroom and made herself put the book
back into the box she'd taken it from. The divorce settlement had
been fairly generous, so she had no job she had to wake up for the
next morning but it was still time to go to bed.
Turning off the lights, the horny mother crawled under the
sheets and settled onto her back. Then she just rested there
thinking, wondering what she was going to do about her lust.
It had been three months since the divorce had been finalized
and it had been three months since her last fuck. That was too
long, much too long. Angela had always been an extremely horny
woman, which was one of the reasons why George had married her.
Even during their worst fights, they'd generally fuck several
times a day.
God only knew, there were plenty of men who wanted to get
into her panties now. Angela smiled in the dark, thinking of her
stacked, voluptuous figure. Long legs and big tits could still
turn on any man...but her suitors weren't arousing to her or at
least not arousing enough to get her to spread her legs. The only
one she really wanted to fuck, more than she'd ever wanted to fuck
George was...Tony. Even in the dark, Angela felt herself
blushing. There was no escaping it. Ever since he'd reached
puberty and she'd first seen his crotch bulging, she'd been
desperate to suck and fuck her well-hung son.
Angela twisted on the mattress and wantonly started to
fingerfuck again, groaning as she fucked her fingers in and out of
her hairy pussy. How did her friend Janet handle this? Did Janet
get horny for her son Mike too?
Thirty-eight years old as well-built and pretty as she was,
Janet was a widow who lived in a house across the street with
Mike, her only child. Angela had become good friends with her
since the divorce. Many times she'd noticed how handsome Mike
was. Dizzily now, as her fingers fucked frantically in and out of
her cunt slit, she wondered how Janet controlled her lust.