The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... Sammy. What a good, good boy.” she said in a new husky voice. “I really need this, Sammy. Fuck your mommy well won’t you? Please fuck me good, Baby.” “I will, Ma, I will.” “Have you fucked many girls?” “No, this is my first time to do it,” he admitted, the confession thrilling his hot mom. He had loved the feeling of his cock in the warmth of his mother’s mouth, but really couldn’t imagine what would happen next. What could possibly be better? But the matter really was out of his hands now… he would be the willing student. His cock stonily hard, his mother now sat beside him seemingly content to stare at his erection for a minute or two more as she stroked him. Finally she knelt and lifting one leg over him she hovered over his cock. She looked down on him instructing, “Play with my nipples now Sam. Just relax and enjoy; don’t try to hold back at all.” Little by little, her son's hard thick virgin cock disappeared into her Holding his cock up, she slowly lowered herself onto her son’s hard thick virgin cock. Little by little it disappeared into her, then it was in… Oh my… was it in! “Jesus Christ, Baby that feels so… so… god damned good! Oh, baby, you’re big! Oh, fuck! Really big, ya know. Your cock is delicious, Sammy. Fuck your mother, Sammy! Fuck her!” She fairly panted these last words to him with her eyes closed, her face in a strained concentration, with a strange new smile he hadn’t seen before. It was carnal lust enjoyed and he would see it more in the months to come. ...

... It had been a long time for her, her late husband had died years before and boyfriends had just never measured up, both figuratively and literally. Of course her canal may have shrunk a bit and made his cock feel bigger than it was. But still, his cock was big, like his father’s and filled her totally. For a moment she felt as though she would swoon but never did. She swirled in the rich ‘filled with cock’ feeling; her mind dipped and dove into the erotic moment with abandon. The feel of demanding hands on her tits heightened her passion. Irene’s body seemed to sizzle; she was alive in every sense. She moved slowly up and down on her son’s cock enjoying every subtlety and nuance of the experience. Every few strokes she would stop with his cock deep in her, their pubic hair intertwined, she would rotate her hips, ever looking for ever more tantalizing flavors and feelings to tease her mind. Her cunt was sopping now and her juice ran down over Sam’s balls and ass crack to stain the sheet dark grey. Irene bent forward supported by her arms on each side of her son’s shoulders and kissed him tongue to tongue while she continued to fuck him. “Do you love me, Sammy?” she asked in a whisper. “Oh, yes, Ma; more than ever.” Sam thought the idea of fucking his mother, fucking the same hole he came out of, was way special. Beyond special it was magnificent. His cock had never felt as good or more alive. He had thought often about doing it to her and even talked about it with his b*****r ...