Say what you will, I don’t care… while this isn’t my video, it brings memories of a time where orgasm and sex were both new and intense…

My mother was quite the mom.. More interested in herself than others, including me.. In my young 20’s, I moved back home.. Both me and my sister, grown adults, back in the house full time.. Sis had/has drug issues.. I’ve always hid my bad habits quite well.. Regardless, after a month or so of living at home, mom decided that she wasn’t going to leave her home to go on dates. In fact, she’d fuck her boyfriends in her room, door wide open, a dresser mirror providing full access to her and her man, just like this video..

I’ve heard my mom get dicked for years. Her moans are extremely sexy, she’s actually a good looking woman. Not my type, but definitely fuckable.. it didn’t take long before I found myself standing in the living room, in the dark, listening and watching my mom getting fucked. The lights never on, but just enough soft light to make out exactly what was happening.

My mom fucks well.. doggie, missionary, all of it, she spreads her legs wide and always nuts.. She also sucks nuts and attempts to deep throat.. She’s not good at deep throating but she tries, and she never wastes saliva as you’d hear her gag, spit, jerk, moan, swallow nut or jerk her bf off… Creampies we’re her favorite though, she made that very clear. In her southern accent you’d hear heavy moaning followed by “come on baby, cum in my pussy” followed by more heavy moaning, her cumming then her bf’s emptying inside of her.

One night, I’m in the living room. At this point, I’d been home for a few months. Truthfully, I think my mom thought if she made us uncomfortable we’d leave. Lol, her eldest gets off to her more than she’d want to know and her daughter is a druggie…

Back to that one night, I’m in the living, on an angle where I see mom in doggie, her pussy soaked as this dude gave it to her. She hadn’t had like that in awhile.. So,I’m vigorously cranking my shit, no care in the world, totally enjoying my favorite pastime when I hear a voice in my ear “I knew you stood out here jerking off to her”…….. Absolutely paralyzed, I turn around, and there’s my sister, wide awake, huge grin on her face… “I know you have a few extra addy’s, give me a couple”. She’s a pill head..

The bitch catches me jerking off to my mom, her mind quickly switches to “give me pills” and I’m as limp as all hell. “I only 2 left” I say with a “go fuck yourself tone” as I put my dick away and head for my room.. One thing I give my sister a ton of credit for, the bitch doesn’t take no for an answer.. She naturally follows me giving reason after reason why she needs my pills, my last two, which was a lie, but if she knew I had plenty she’d ransack my room while I slept.. “No” I say, “you fucking ruined my nut, I’m going to bed” as I attempt to shut the door… She pleads out “what can I do, I don’t have money, I’ll do anything”..

Quick backstory, my first bj, and first time I felt pussy, was my sis.. we grew up in the country, spent boring long days at home with nothing to do, what can I say, we explored.. And not for nothing, she’s attractive. Fat ass, chubby tits, brown hair, pretty eyes and soft lips. She Carrie’s herself well for a drug addict.

“Suck my dick like the old days and I’ll give you 3” I said firmly. Fully expecting her to say “go fuck yourself” she excitedly said “make it 5 and you can cum in my mouth, like the old days”. I laughed and said “for 5 I’m cumming in you, not your mouth” as I walk over to one of many spots I keep my shit stashed and grab my pill bottle and open it up..

So as my mom is getting dicked down down the hall, I pull a pill out and walk over to my sister. I hold it up with one hand and grab her around the back of the neck, push the pill in her mouth and say “you’ll get the rest after I nut” as I push her down to her knees….She drops down, he’ll bent on getting those pills, pulls my dick out and says “times have changed” as she gobbled me up… Balls, saliva, jerking, full service hummer, just Like the old days, but better. A brown ass woman who’s had plenty of dicks in her mouth. She knew the drill as she absolutely earned every single addy that night. Lol.

And this is why I keep a stash. Someone, doesn’t matter who it is, will push morals to the side for their fix, proof in the pudding, as my drug addict sister sucked my dick while I listened to my mom fuck her bf down the hall… I never fucked her pussy, put I did cum hard down her throat..

Mom and I came together that night. Sis, she wasn’t ashamed, she could care less. She stood up, wiped her mouth and put her hand out. I gave her her pills, she said “pleasure doing business with you” as she went back to her room… Just another day of her maintaining a buzz…

Whomever posted this video, thank you! It brought back wonderful memories… A memory I’d gladly revisit in real life, one of these days. Till next time..

I have an odd confession, one I havent heard before here. i never wanted to post this before reading the forums, but ive read some pretty wierd things in here that trumps mine by alot. Plus, when i think about it, its not that big a deal, but i know some might find it interesting... so here goes.

For the sake of the story, Im 23 now with a g/f who is 25.

When i was 14 my mom (33 at the time, long blonde hair, not fat but not skinny either, big tits... a DD i think, not sure cup size) walked in on me jerking off in my room. The experience was horrid because I was laying on my bed, pants and boxers around my ankles at the very point of cumming. A porn was playing on the laptop that the school had let me use for the year. I had just cum, I was in that euphoric state where I didnt notice my surroundings. I opened my eyes to my mom standing in my open doorway, a total look of shock on her face, and I freaked out. I pulled my covers over myself quick, by the time I was covered she had shut the door quickly, with a slam. I thought i was dead. I sat there for what felt like 5 mins expecting her to storm back in, or scream at me to come to the living room. Nothing happened...

She was gone to work by the time i finally came out of my room (she was night manager at the walmart in our town). For the next couple of days, I didnt see her. this was spring break so i had the house to myself at nite, so I slept all day, and would wake up to my mom already being gone. Anyways, it was an early morning, I think about 3 am. I was playing Resident Evil 2 on my playstation 9which I had put in the living room on the big screen tv) and I had gotten up to pee. i went into the bathroom, pulled my cock out and was about to start when i felt a presence behind me. I almost turned but before I could someone had their chest against my back, and I felt two arms wrap around me. They went right to my cock, and just held it there. I was unaware of who it was until I heard her say "Go ahead sweety, Ill hold it for you."............It was my mom. I dont know how I didnt hear her come in, coulda been all the pot I was smoking, but she had come in, and grabbed me. I stood there frozen, unaware of what to do. I wanted to pull away, but her hands felt so warm and....... Finally she whispered again, "Go ahead honey. Pee, thats why youre in here isnt it." I stuttered, "Mom....I......I cant......" Then she moved her other hand that was on my hip initially and started massaging my balls. She said in a voice Ive never heard before "Does that help, baby." At that point I thought I was going to cum, but I started peeing. It was inadvertedly of course, but in an odd way the peeing was almost as good as cumming. When I was done she shook my cock a few times, let go of me, and whispered,"Im glad toknow my babyboys staying hydrated." She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked off. she had come home early that night because inventory had finished early so she had the rest of the night off.

I never asked her about it... I didnt know how to bring it up. And she never said anything about it. She seemed to act normal........

Well, Thats part 1. Thinking of all the events that tanspired, this should be about 7 or 8 parts if i talk about 1 event to each part. Including this one itll be 8 or 9 parts. Hope you guys enjoyed it so far. I had probs remembering alot of what i had said. But my moms words kinda engraved into my memory. My mom is in her early 40's now, and shes still ok looking, but nothing like what she used to be. Shes actually got a little skinnier, but her boobs have shrunken a cup size or so. shes cut her hair quite a bit, and shes gotten into tanning so her skin is that tanned brown look which I personally cant stand. Id tell you how mine and her relationship is now but itd ruin the surprise of future parts. just remember I have a g/f, but the future parts may surprise you. ill post another as soon as I can.

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My cousin pushed me in the bathroom, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said grinning.
In that “what the fuck” moment she shut the door behind her, and exposed a perky B cup which made my mouth water and instantly gave me wood.
I’ve always been kind of flirty with my cousin, but never thought anything of it because she’s family. Perhaps the last instance of truth or dare we played put us over the edge?
“I dare you to kiss Sandra,” my sister suggested. No, not cool sis, what is this high school? We were drinking and started acting like idiots.
“What are we living in a trailer park in the south?” I asked.
“You forfeit?” my sister slurred in her drunken stupor.
I leaned in to kiss my cousin Sandra who was flush with either alcohol or embarrassment, perhaps both. I moved in for the cheek but she turned at the last second and kissed my lips.
Maybe it was that kiss that did it, but Sandra was off the hook.
She stood there, looking at me with her tit exposed and smiling. I didn’t know what to say or do so I tried my damnedest to undermine the conversation.
“It isn’t that big, nothing special,” I said.
“Let me see it,” Sandra pleaded her breast still exposed.
I pulled my shorts down so she could see the tip of my erect cock.
“The whole thing!”
My penis was so fucking hard, pulsating, anticipating Sandra’s touch. I slid my underwear down to reveal myself to her and blushed.
“It’s bigger than what I’m getting,” she said as she looked at it.
Sandra is an Italian beauty, dark black hair, golden brown eyes, B sized tits with a slim waist and her lips are soft and pucker perfectly. She’s engaged to a cop and I’m married to a teacher, I had to put a stop to this or we both risked a shit ton of drama that neither of us could afford.
I pulled my pants back up, “listen cuz, you’re hot as hell but we can’t do this.”
“Do what? I just wanted to see your dick!” she said seemingly offended that I would think that we were going to actually fuck.
She put her perfect tit away blushing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you Sandy,” I said looking into her eyes. She moved towards me, and hugged me tightly. Surely she felt the bulge between my legs throbbing against her stomach with anticipation. She looked up at me, and her lips touched mine. Her tongue passed between my lips and intertwined with mine.
“Bill is working tomorrow if you want to come over and help me move some furniture,” she whispered.
“You’re going to cheat on him with me?” I asked.
“He’s fucking every prostitute and woman he can. He’s always coming home smelling like a French whore house. Like I wouldn’t notice.”
“If our family finds out, your mom and my father… holy shit, you know the consequences.”
“They won’t. I’ve always wanted you. I need this. I’m on the pill, so we can do whatever,” She said.
Now SERIOUSLY. My cousin, holy fuck. My mind is still blown away. I’m married and so is she but I don’t know how to even approach this shit. I mean, yeah – I’m a guy and my cousin is a perfect 10 in my book. If I wasn’t related to her I would have railed her right then and there in the bathroom and bragged to my wife about it. I work at a job where I can easily take off and do whatever I want. I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance at being with a prettier woman in my life – unless I pay for it by using a high priced escort lol. What should I do? I know many are going to be like “bang her!” but seriously – put yourself in my situation for real. This is my first cousin.

I confess, after she left I went to my room and jacked off hard and fast thinking of her 3rd grader pussy.
She came to my house with her mom to have dinner with my parents and I was in the living room with her alone. I was watching the football games as much as I could. She was flirting and being very sexual at times. Sitting on my lap. Moving in circles while doing so. I was rock hard and I'm pretty sure she felt it thru my basketball shorts. She had on little thin yoga pants and a spaghetti strap shirt showing her budding nips and a peek at her belly. Nice long brown hair TFT and green eyes. Perfect body. She wanted me to tickle her so I did and felt her perfect skin on her belly and back. I ran my hands up n down her waist and tummy. I thought I would explode but somehow I managed not to. At one time she was on my lap and my cock was rock hard and she got down and placed her hand directly on my hard shaft and she giggled.

I wanted her to leave so I could jack off but I wanted her to stay to see what I could get away with. Before she left she gave me a hug with me shaft sticking up against her chest and tummy. Such a smooth little silky body that makes me wanna lick and cum on over and over. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she'll be here next week!!! I can't wait!!! So of course I ran to my room and jacked off. I can still smell her hair and see her sexy little body. Think I'll wank again!!!!

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

My moms dirty panties and dildo i found im sucking on both wishing i could taste her butthole and pussy filled with cum shes a chubby 52 yr milf brown hair and brown eyes her stains on her panties taste amazing especially her butthole i wanna make her my sex slave id watch her get used and clean her messy holes then id try to impregnate her shes the only women that i wanna be with shes 52 and im 25 we live alone 

I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.