로그인She reached down with both hands and gently parted her pussy lips like she was gingerly thumbing through the pages of an old, delicate book. "I can feel your eyes on me.""Should I... stop staring?" I asked rhetorically."No," she replied curtly. "I like when you look." She combed her fingers slowly through the sodden mane, spreading the dark curls. "You gonna make me wait all day?"I moved quickly, climbing between her spread legs. I leaned forward, bracing myself on my elbows on either side of her head and bringing my face close to hers. "Now who's the greedy one?"She locked her legs behind me, ankles tight around my torso. "Greedy and impatient are not the-- mmpfh!"I shut her up with a sudden kiss, mashing my mouth to hers to shove the words back into her throat. Our tongues slid together as I settled my body onto her, gradually seeing how much weight she could take until the big, soft beanbags were fully squashed against my chest.Balancing on my left elbow, I slid my right hand
"God, Mom," I gasped. "You're so tight! How are... how are you doing that?"She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's been a long time since anyone was in there, honey.""I can feel that," I said with a sigh. "Fuck, Mom, I'm already--""Shh," she hissed. "Don't talk. Just kiss me."I crashed my mouth into hers. We made out passionately, tongues tangling wetly, saliva coating our chins.As I timidly pulled back a few inches, my dick was massaged by the overlapping ridges and folds lining her pussy. They were impossibly soft, like lush cashmere that had been warmed and soaked in slick honey. The cozy pleating of her birth canal squeezed with a soothing pressure, like her body was habitually, instinctively milking me."Mom... I'm gonna cum," I whimpered, already teetering on the edge."Don't," she whispered, lulling me towards compliance. "Just stay still and rock with Mommy--nice and slow, for as long as you can."I couldn't even bring myself to kiss her anymore, knowing that I
I pushed her heavy tits together around my shaft, squeezing them as I started to thrust. The belt made them feel even tighter and more compact from the new angle, gravity's pull flattening them against her chest like massive pancakes. Every thrust forward buried me deep between her tits while her tongue and lips worshipped my sack, occasionally flicking against my taint."Fuck," I grunted, tightening my grip. I kept waiting for her to ask me to be more gentle with her tits, but the request never came.She instead responded by sucking both balls into her mouth at once, humming happily as she bathed them in wet heat. She had managed it, but only just, her lips stretched thin around my sack as she nursed on the plump eggs. They wiggled constantly around the root, as did her tongue beneath them.With her lips glued tightly in place, it created a warm, wet vacuum inside. Every time I pushed my hips forward, there was an insistent pull on my balls. The strong suction from her mouth held the
The depraved noises felt deliciously wrong coming from the same breasts that had once nurtured me. A son should never be privy to those kinds of sounds coming from his mother's body, yet it felt like her lovingly dispensed titjobs were just another way for her breasts to do what they were meant to do. That duty had not ended once I'd finished breastfeeding, and whether nursing me with her milk or enthralling me with their spellbinding wobble, the sole purpose of her tits was to tend to my needs.The thick leather belt was clearly struggling not to snap, drawing thin tension lines around the sides of her flesh where it sank in. The extreme pressure made the skin on either side of the belt turn noticeably paler, turning it a ghostly shade of white from the stifled circulation."Stand up, sweetheart," she said breathlessly. "Hold Mommy's tits for her."I rose to my feet, still filming. The new angle was even better, but I hated only having one hand available. "Can I--""On the dresser,"
She cringed slightly. "I thought we might, maybe? Is that bad?" She quickly backpedaled when she saw my horrified reaction. "Oh gosh! No, honey! I'm sorry. I didn't even think about how new this is to you.""Yeah," I said, "I don't love the idea of strangers seeing my dick.""You get used to it," she assured me gently, "but if you want, since it is your birthday, we can make one just for us."I grinned. "So... it's more like a sex tape, then?"One corner of her mouth curled into a smirk. "If that's more comfortable for you, then sure."I decided to push my luck. "Does that mean we're gonna have sex?"Her jaw flexed with tension, her bravado momentarily shaken. "Uh, we-- Is that-- Maybe we could talk about that later?"I could see the real apprehension in her eyes, but I kept teasing. I pushed out my bottom lip and looked up at her with the most pleading eyes I could manage. "Please, Mommy?"She sucked her cheeks in, clearly fighting a losing battle. "That's not very nice, using my tri
I glanced down and saw my boxers were tented in front of me. "Oh, yeah. He's definitely ready."Mom stepped right up against me, pressing her pussy mound firmly against my hard bulge, and I could feel its heat even through the towel. "I must taste pretty good if you got this hard just from eating me out, huh?""Fucking delicious," I said.She smiled wickedly. "Come with me, honey."Hand in hand, we walked back to Mom's bedroom.She dropped her towel the moment we were inside. When she bent over slightly to pull out a pair of black panties from her dresser drawer, I expressed my disappointment with a disgruntled sigh.Holding the underwear in hand, she gave me a confused look. "What's that supposed to mean?""I dunno," I said. "I just... like it better when your pussy is out."She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at me. "It's not out, Bambi. It's not a dick! It's just... exposed.""That's fine, too!" I said immediately."Not if we're filming," she replied flatly, turning to look at me. "O
When I had come back to work on Monday Jack had presented me with a bouquet of flowers and what was either a sincere apology for our last night together or one hell of an act. He had told me that the next morning he had felt like a real prick for what he had said and would have called but knew we w
"I'm scared okay Doug? I'm fucking scared. I have fucking nightmares every goddamn night and I wake up screaming and shaking. I have to sleep with candles in the room, that what you want to hear Doug? That I'm afraid of the dark? That I'm so fucking pathetic that sometimes the only time I can sleep
"But I really wanted you." He paused to suck on my neck causing me to gasp without meaning to. "I wanted to come home and fuck my hot big sister."This time his hand dropped to my thigh and started sliding up my nightshirt. When he reached my panties he began to try to work his fingers inside, all
I left Mark's house with a heavy heart. For the first time that I could remember I was walking away from my brother with a sense that things were not right between us. Well first time since I had been sober, as of course we'd had our share of disagreements in the past but they had generally revolve







