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

The naughty f****y pt4

... tighter against my aroused body. I felt so wet and aroused that I knew if I looked down between my legs, I'd see my cunt juice splattering the carpet. "John," I said softly. "Don't tease him, baby." My husband laughed and then nodded. "Yes, Scotty. You have my permission to fuck my wife...to fuck your mother whenever she and you want." Scotty broke out of my embrace, jumping up into the air in joy and somehow coming back to earth having turned around and to my surprise, wrapped me in his arms and hugging me so strongly, he picked me up off the ground. I was astonished in that Scotty had rarely in his life, initiated physical contact. I was further surprised when he kissed me, pressing his mouth to mine as a man does when he claims a woman as his own, his tongue suddenly in my mouth, making me mewl like a kitten as we kissed in the doorway of his s****r's room. I could hear Jilly moaning as she and her father watched us passionately kiss while they fucked. I ran one leg up along Scotty's thigh, curling my foot behind to keep him pressed into me, enjoying his tongue dancing with mine while his hands slid up and down my semi-dressed body. Scotty broke the kiss, pausing to lick his lips before saying, "Let's fuck, Mom!" as his hands pawed at my breasts, freeing them from my bustier. I laughed and stepped back and said, "First things first, baby. You and I need to get a shower and take of some things before we make love." When he started to protest, I quickly placed a finger to ...

... his lips and said, "Do what Mommy says, Scotty!" I glanced over at my husband who was now slamming his cock into our youngest c***d with a vengeance. "Thirty minutes or so...our room?" John who was starting to breathe hard, nodded and gasped, "We'll be there. We wouldn't miss this for the world!" Jilly nodded in agreement, managing to grin at me through her sweaty hair now flying about her face as she began to convulse as her orgasm rose up in her. "Wa-wanna see my b-b-b*****r become a motherOHfucker!" she moaned as Scotty and I moved out of the room. Holding Scotty by the hand, I began moving towards my bedroom, but suddenly felt him moving away as we passed the upstairs bathroom. "Where are you going, son?" I asked, a little surprised to see him trying to part from me. My son looked at me with anxiety etched into his face and replied, "I'm going to take a shower so I can fuck you, Mom!" His voice echoed desire and exasperation. I laughed and tugged on his hand. "No, baby, we're going to take a shower...together." I pulled him more f***efully towards my bedroom. "C'mon, my little boy -- come with Momma!" I drew him into his parents' bedroom and standing before the bed where I planned to soon fuck another man besides his father for the first time in nearly a quarter century, I slowly undressed my son -- tugging off his T-shirt and then after undoing his belt, pulling his khakis down to his ankles. I slowly knelt down and tugged Scotty's sneakers off and then his socks and then ...