BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS - Sex Stories

BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS

... her hands had been on him, one gently squeezing his testicles while the other surrounded his hard cock and began slowly pumping it. Most of all he remembered what happened next -- how that first overwhelmed him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. It had taken less than a minute, and at that perfect moment when just as he was about to cum she had given him his first lover's kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and kissing him hungrily as she pumped the cum out of his cock, his body shaking as erect penis spurted hot semen onto his belly. What a strange night that had been, a night of conflicting emotions that overtook him one by one as the night played out its strange perverted drama. Looking back at it now, he remembered how his feeling of discomfort had melted away soon after the first touch of her warm hand on his manhood. Most of all he remembered how wonderful it felt to cum that first time, and how immediately afterward the blissful feeling had changed to one of guilt at what he had done -- or more precisely what he had NOT done. He should have stopped her, but he hadn't because it had felt so great. But then after it was over, he had suddenly felt dirty and wanted to turn away from her. Somehow she must have sensed that, for she had held him tightly against her and begun whispering to him again, telling him how much she liked making him feel good and asking if he liked what she had done. He had liked it of course, even though he knew it was so very very wrong what ...

... they had done. And so he had told her that, yes, he had liked it, and even kissed her back when she gave him one last lover's kiss before patting him gently on the head and going off into her own room, leaving him alone to contemplate what had taken place. What she had done to him had felt so good -- so wonderfully good. But just the same it had been wrong to have his mother in his bed doing things like that. And so he had then and there decided that no matter how great it felt, he was definitely not going to let it happen again. Not if he could help it. He would tell her before the next Friday. He would tell her that he loved her but that what they were doing had to stop. He would tell her that he wasn't mad at her for what she did, but that he didn't want it to happen again. He hadn't told her any such thing of course. In fact his resolve to end it had ebbed dramatically sometime during the hour after that first time she made him cum. Laying here now and waiting for her to come to him, his mind conjured up images of how it all had started and all the things they had done together. She came to him again the very next Friday, and then again, and again and again, until it was almost every Friday night. At first Billy had made brief feeble attempts to resist, asking her if she didn't think it was wrong. But every time she just persisted in her advances, as if she knew that eventually his body would betray his logic and he would willingly submit to her desire to please him. She ...