All Chapters of Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

God, god, god, what was I thinking? But I kept moving. My son wouldn't feel it. He wouldn't know what I was doing. He wouldn't know that I was parting my thighs and hoping to feel his rubbery trunk against the soft curve of my clam, through my dress that was riding up my butt, exposing the tops of my stockings, my garter belt's suspenders, and my thighs. He wouldn't know about the heat spreading through my cunny, dampening my pink insides, and making my pussy lips and yummy clit tingle. He wouldn't know how hard my nipples were because of this, nor would he see the goosebumps rising across my limbs . . . he wouldn't know how good grinding my mommy butt against his crotch felt—no, he wouldn't. And if I touched myself, he wouldn't know I had because I'd be so careful. And if he did notice, he wouldn't say anything, would he? His mother wouldn't grind her pussy on his soft cock, which seemed to be thickening beneath me, would she? He'd convince himself it was his imagination, no mor

I shivered, then my eyes widened as my son pushed my panties down my thighs. Lucky for him, I had put them on over my suspenders because I was in a hurry to leave this afternoon. I tried to spread my legs open, whispering, "No, Colt, no," but he let me sink between his thighs, and he used his legs to close my legs. My cheeks burned red as my panties passed my knees and fell to my feet—I hadn't put up much of a fight against my son's demanding strength. With a helpless sigh, I kicked my panties off my feet, then used my heels to push them under our seat. I had no panties on . . . my son had his hands on my waist, touching my garter belt and my hot skin, and he was pulling and pushing me across his cotton-covered cock, and I wasn't stopping him. "You're not wearing your boxers, are you?" I panted as a buzzing sensation warmed my cunny and clitty and suffused my core with the growing heat of orgasmic ecstasy. "No," Colt sighed. "You can't—mmm—drink before these trips again," I sa

"Holy shit," Dex said, looking at his watch. "That's a new record, baby." He turned to me, then leaned toward me, smiling. "And you know why? Because you let me drive fast." He pursed his lips, leaning closer to me, and I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his while his son's dick stretched my pussy from top to bottom. "And," he said when we broke the kiss, "I didn't use the restroom at the pit stop." I uttered a breathy laugh as my son swelled his prick inside of me. Dex opened the door, calling, "I'll send someone for the bags," as he raced toward his parents' home. "Mom," Colt whispered in my ear, pushing his lips against my nun's veil. "I need to come." "But," I gasped as my son grabbed my ass and raised me up his cock, "your sister." He dropped me on his dick, knocking the air out of me. He lifted me again, emptying my pussy, then dropped me again, making me gasp. Lana made a noise. I threw my blanket off my body, looking down at my stockings, at my garters, at my nearly

I moved my hand down to the front of her jeans, massaging the mound beneath. She was breathing heavily now and I popped open the button and pulled down her zipper, pushing my hand inside. This was a step too far."No, we can't, somebody might see us!" She said."There's nobody here but us," I replied.I slipped my hand under her panties, finding moisture and soft curly hair. I easily slipped my middle finger in to her."No, somebody might come!"I stifled her protest with another kiss, moving my finger slowly in and out, withdrawing it now and then to gently rub some of the wetness over her clit. She let out a little gasp, pushing up with her hips for more pressure."Take your jeans off," I said."Pull them down a bit, but I'm not taking them off."She arched her hips and I helped her pull her jeans down to mid thigh, but she wouldn't let them go any further."I'm not getting caught with my pants down!" She added.I was badly in need of some attention myself, so I unzipped and she eag

As Jean came she gripped me hard with arms and legs. I looked into her face. It was flushed and contorted, eyes tight shut. I slowed my thrusts as her orgasm subsided, enjoying the contractions of her pussy against my cock. "You're still hard, didn't you cum?" "No, you're too wet, I was nearly there but I just didn't get over the top." She was smooth as silk inside, tight but so wet there was hardly any friction. We rolled over, managing to keep my cock inside, and she knelt astride me grinding her pelvis against mine. "I'm going to make you cum now; I want your sperm inside me this time." She leant forward, supporting her weight on her arms. I looked between our bodies as she started fucking me. My cock glistened with her wetness as it slid in and out of her distended cunt. "Oh fuck, I'm cuming again, fuck me," she cried. When she came, she lost the ability of movement for a few seconds, just going rigid. I held her hips in my hands, thrusting up into her as she came again. I