Momma's Little Snuggle-Bear - Sex Stories

Momma's Little Snuggle-Bear

... asked. "No, not at all." Gabe said, his cock slowly rising in his shorts. Gabe was sitting on the edge of the bed and Bonny climbed up behind him, kneeling on the mattress. She threw her arms over his shoulders and rested her weight against his back, pancaking her baby-ball between them. Resting her head on his shoulder she watched the TV screen as her son tried to concentrate on the game. "Can I ask you something?" She said softly. "Sure." He answered. "Are you getting laid?" She asked candidly. "What do you mean?" He muttered. "Come on now, sweetheart, do I really have to explain what getting laid means?" Bonny smiled. "No." Gabe said. "So are you?" She asked. "Well, no...not really." He answered. "Not really meaning not lately...or not really meaning I'm a virgin?" She asked. "Not really meaning...not ever." Gabe said. "I'm sorry, baby. A boy your age should be getting his weenie wet at least once a day." She said, staring into his eyes. For a moment they became locked in a stare. Bonny's big brown eyes had the cock-hard teen in a trance. She looked at the TV and smiled. "Can I play?" She asked. "Sure?" Gabe said with surprise. Bonny climbed off the bed and came around to the front of her son. Gabe took a sec to marvel at huge jutting enormity of her breasts as they stretched the thin top. "Scoot back." She said, then turned and planted her big soft ass between his legs. Gabe moved back against the wall with his legs on the bed. His mom scooted back against him, she too ...

... bringing her legs up on the bed and planting her bare feet flat on the mattress. Bonny's skirt rode up a bit, exposing the bottom half of her silky-smooth legs. Gabe could feel his cock at full mast as he reached around to help his mom with the controller. "So how do you work this thing?" She asked. "These buttons here are the gas and break. These arrows control your steering." He said. "Seems easy enough." She said, setting the controller down on the peak of her pregnant orb. She took her son's hands. "I'll play the game. You play with your b*****r." She said, placing his hands on the sides of her mountainous swell. Bonny began to play the racing game while Gabe slowly ran his hands over her belly, feeling the smooth naked swell of her pregnancy. Looking over her shoulder he had a birds-eye view of her gaping cleavage. Bonny made a little yelp and leaned to one side, getting into the game. As she did this Gabe watched as her tit-meat wobbled from side to side. He let out an audible sigh, his cock flexing in his shorts. Bonny glanced back at him. "You okay back there cuddle-bear?" She asked in her cute little tone. "Yeah." He muttered. Her skirt had now crept up over her knees and her legs were slightly spread. Gabe's hands wandered down beneath his mom's swollen belly. His fingers sunk right up into the soft pliable flesh. His hands were getting a bit rough and he hesitated for a moment. "Go ahead, sweetheart. You're not gonna hurt him." She reassured him. Bonny rested hear ...