The naughty f****y pt4 - Sex Stories

The naughty f****y pt4

... zaftig figure, but between his recently muscled up form and maybe the excitement of getting to fuck me again, Scotty seemed to have no problem picking me up. I spread my legs around his waist and as the bulbous head of his cock pressed between my pussy lips, I rolled my hips and squirmed anxiously until I felt his thick cock head slip into the opening of my cunt. "Oh yes, Scotty, love," I panted hungrily, "Fuck Momma now!" My head spun as I felt us begin to move backwards. We tilted for a brief second and then I heard the bedroom door slam and I realized that Scotty had kicked it closed just as we crashed into it, my breath being driven from me from the impact and from the incredible sensation of my son's cock sliding deep into my wet pussy! It felt incredible feeling Scotty's pussy so deep in me, driven there by his thrusting efforts and by the sheer f***e of gravity. With his fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks of my ass, my son rammed his cock into me again and again even as his tongue wrestled with mine, taking me closer to orgasm stroke by sweet stroke. Scotty wasn't smooth about it -- he was shaking with desire and anxiousness, his body speaking of his eagerness to both please me and to simply be with me. Anyone who's ever fucked standing up will tell you it's not something you can do for long, no matter what shape you're in and finally, realizing he was close to the limits of his endurance, my son grunted with effort and carried me, still impaled on his cock to his ...

... bed which I noticed for the first time, had the covers drawn and a couple of my candles sitting on his bedside table, lit in a sweet effort to add to the ambiance. Gently, as if I was the most precious thing alive, Scotty sat me down on the bed, it's high sitting mattress leaving us perfectly positioned as I kept my legs wrapped around his buttocks while he remained standing and gasping, "Mom...love fucking your pussy, Mom!" as he began to fuck me hard and fast. I was helpless to do anything but lay back and take his thick cock -- not that I'd have changed a thing as I was drowning happily in an ocean of i****tuous pleasure, enraptured by the sweet, hungry smile on my son's face as well as the sensation of his hands now caressing and mauling my breasts and the feeling of his cock filling me up again and again. "Fuck me, Scotty!" I whimpered as an i****tuous orgasm crashed down on me. "Fuck your Mom hard...she loves you so much, son!" Then I was gone, lost in the storm of utter pleasure, aware of only my body, writhing with ecstatic torment and of my first born, bringer of such incredible carnal joy who was fucking me so earnestly and lovingly. When the madness of orgasm had receded, I discovered that my son had literally fucked me across the bed -- bedspread and sheets in a tangle and my head more or less pointing towards the brass filigree of his head board. My legs were d****d over his shoulders and I was curled up below his thrusting body enough so that he could alternate ...