Wet,willing and forbidden(a smut collection)

The moment I buried my cock balls-deep inside Mrs. Naomi’s dripping cunt, she let out the filthiest, most broken moan I’d ever heard in my life.

“Fuuuuck… Ethan… yes, baby, stretch Mummy open!”

Her voice cracked on the last word, raw and commanding even while she was getting fucked by her own son. Her slick walls clamped down around me like hot velvet, -

still creamy from Toby’s load only minutes earlier, and the wet squelch of her pussy swallowing every inch made my head spin. I groaned loud, hips snapping forward on instinct, driving into her so hard the headboard slammed the wall.

“Ahhh! Harder!” she cried, legs locking around my waist, red-painted toenails digging into my ass. “Punish Mummy for letting your roommate fill her first…ahh, fuck, right there!”

Every thrust made her small tits bounce, dark nipples tight and glistening. Her back arched clean off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream before another moan tore out of her: “Mmmph…yes, yes, yes!” Her cunt fluttered wildly around my cock, pulsing, milking me as I pulled back slow, letting her feel every ridge, then slammed home again. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her escalating cries.

I leaned down, sucking hard on one nipple. She whimpered, high and needy. “Oh god, suck Mummy’s tits while you ruin her…ahhh!” Her fingers twisted in my hair, yanking me closer as her hips bucked up to meet every thrust. I could feel her getting wetter, slicker, the lewd sounds growing louder. “You’re so deep, baby… Mummy’s never been this full..fuck, I’m close already!”

I sped up, pounding her in short, brutal strokes. Her moans turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. “Ah! Ah! Ahh…don’t stop! Mummy’s gonna cum on her son’s cock…oh shit, I’m cumming!”

Her whole body seized. Pussy clamped down like a vice, rippling and gushing around me as she came hard, thighs shaking violently, nails raking down my back. Her eyes rolled back, mouth wide open in a long, throaty wail: “Fuuuuck…yes..cumming so hard for you!” I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, feeling every spasm squeeze my cock until she was whimpering, oversensitive, still rocking her hips like she couldn’t stop.

Only when her orgasm started to ebb did I flip us. She straddled me instantly, sinking back down with a guttural moan. “Mmm… that’s it. Let Mummy ride you now.”

She planted her hands on my chest and started grinding, slow and filthy at first, rolling her hips in deep circles so my cock stirred every inch of her cum-filled cunt. “Ahhh… feel that? All that spunk still inside me… and now your cock’s churning it deeper.” Her voice was husky, professor-calm even while she was impaled on me. Then she lifted up and slammed down, taking me to the hilt. “Fuck…yes!”

The wet slap-slap-slap grew frantic. Her dark bush was matted with our combined juices, lips stretched obscenely around my thickness. Every time she dropped down she let out a sharp, satisfied moan: “Mmmph! So good..ahh..filling Mummy so perfectly!” Her tits bounced right in my face; I caught a nipple and sucked hard. She cried out, riding faster, grinding her clit against my pubic bone on every downstroke.

“Oh baby… Mummy’s getting close again..don’t you dare cum yet..ahhh!” Her head fell back, long moans spilling out nonstop as she chased her second orgasm. I could feel her walls fluttering, tightening, her thighs starting to tremble. “Yes..yes..right there…fuck, Ethan, Mummy’s cumming again..ahhhhh!”

She shattered above me, pussy convulsing in long, powerful waves, a fresh gush of wetness flooding my balls. Her whole body shook, moans turning into hoarse little sobs of ecstasy as she kept riding through it, slower now, milking every last pulse. “Mmm… good boy… giving Mummy everything she needs…”

I was right on the edge, cock throbbing painfully inside her. She leaned down, hair curtaining us, and whispered hot against my lips, “Now fill Mrs. Naomi up, darling. Breed your own mother.”

That did it. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, groaning loud as the first thick rope erupted deep inside her. “Fuck…Mum..I’m cumming!”

She moaned with me, long and satisfied, rolling her hips to drain every spurt. “Yes… give it all to Mummy… every drop..ahh, I can feel it pulsing!” My cock jerked again and again, flooding her until cum was leaking out around my cock, dripping down my balls. She kept grinding gently, drawing it out until I was spent, panting, trembling beneath her.

Only then did she kiss me, slow and filthy, licking her own taste from my lips. “Such a good boy,” she purred, still clenching around my softening cock.

But let me back up because thirty minutes earlier I’d been standing outside this very door, cock already rock-hard from listening to her fuck my roommate.

I’d followed her from King’s Parade after spotting that unmistakable long coat and red-soled heels. Heard every moan through the thin hotel door: “Mmm yes, good boy… Mrs. Naomi’s trained you well… Uh, fuck yes, come inside Mrs. Naomi. Fill me up with that young hard cock.” Then the unmistakable wet sounds of her cumming, loud and shameless.

When Toby stepped out in a dressing gown, I slipped inside. Found her naked on the toilet, wiping cum from her dark, puffy pussy. She looked up, cool and assessing. “Ethan.”

The confrontation was fast and filthy. Toby got dismissed like a naughty student. I admitted I’d fantasised about her for years. She smiled that dangerous smile, offered me her tits, then her dripping cunt on my tongue, still tasting of Toby. I’d eaten her like a starving man while she sucked me, moaning around my cock, “Mmm… taste what your roommate left in Mummy, baby…”

Then I’d rolled her over and the real fucking started,the part I just described in aching, cock-throbbing detail.

Now, two hours and one very expensive room-service lunch later, we lay tangled and naked, my soft cock resting against the curve of her ass. She traced lazy circles on my thigh. “Next time you’ll meet Mrs. Naomi properly,” she whispered. “And she won’t be nearly this sweet.”

I swallowed hard, already half-hard again. “I can handle her.”

She laughed softly, low and knowing. “No, darling. You can’t. That’s the entire point.”

Morning light filtered through the curtains. I woke to the sound of the bath running. Mrs. Naomi lay in the steaming water, hair pinned up, red toenails breaking the surface. No makeup, no armour, just my mother, looking soft and devastating.

I stepped in behind her. She sighed as I soaped her skin, washing every inch like an obedient son. When I slid the flannel between her legs she moaned quietly, “Mmm… careful, baby. Still sensitive.” But she opened wider anyway, letting me gently clean her cum-filled pussy, fingers brushing her swollen clit until her breath hitched.

My cock hardened against her back. She reached back, squeezed me once, then guided my soapy fingers lower, pressing one against her tight arsehole. A soft, needy whimper escaped her as the tip slipped inside. “That’s it… clean Mummy everywhere.”

We stayed like that until the water cooled..her soft moans, my racing heart, the knowledge that Dad would be waiting downstairs any minute.

She kissed me at the door, fully dressed again, pearls perfect, red soles flashing as she stepped into the corridor. “Be good, Ethan. And don’t tell Toby how much better you are.”

Then she was gone, leaving me alone in the room that still smelled of sex and expensive perfume, already counting the days until “Mrs. Naomi” came back to Cambridge.