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Nympho Mom

... into his life. It was so dull and boring. Before sex he was so shy, now after sex he was outgoing and wild. Michael had been a late bloomer and he had a hard time with puberty and the sexual changes that came with it. Without his father around and Tiffany staying away from sex topics because of her inner demons (unknown to him), puberty and his sex life was pure hell. It was hell because Michael struggled with the same demon as his mother—sex addiction. Michael had dark chocolate skin while he stood at 6'3" and was 230lbs with short clean cut black hair, light brown eyes, and thick, ripped muscles while a large dark tribal tattoo (in homage to his father's Native American heritage) covered his right arm to his right breast. The sexy specimen he was along with his 11 inch dick, he had all the sex partners he could for ask for as he popular and since he was bi, there was enough pussy eat and fuck with the ladies and enough niggas to suck his dick before taking it up their ass. Fucking was all well and good for Michael, but what got him off the most was listening to his parents have sex. The apartment they lived in wasn't big and the walls were a little thin, so at first, the muffled sounds were enough, but soon Michael found himself outside his parents' bedroom, beating his meat. Well, that only when his Dad was around. He hadn't had his kick off listening in such a long time. Hell, he didn't even need it, after the new kick in his life—fucking his mother. It was nasty, ...

... dirty, but it felt too good. Putting his plate of food down, Michael's hand found the inside of his pants, rubbing on his cock to the memory of the first time he and his mother fucked. ***** It was a dark and stormy night with lightening striking the sky. Heavy rain pelted the windows of the apartment as Tiffany lay in bed, playing with my kitty, wishing she had a dick in her. Her husband was working overnight and it was too late call a John-Doe for a nightcap. When Tiffany's nymphomaniac urges called, all reason went out the window. There was a dick nearby and she just had to have it...even if it was connected to her son. And the fact that it was two in the morning didn't matter either. Tiffany stripped down to her birthday suit and made a beeline for Michael's room. She found him sleeping soundly in a wife-beater and boxer briefs, his long, thick manhood prominently showing. Her hand reached out slowly for his bulge, caressing it gently. Her pussy began to moisten as he moaned in his sleep. Michael grew harder in his sleep, but just as he was about to cum, Tiffany stopped causing him to wake up. Michael sat up slowly. "Mom?" "Yeah, what's up, baby?" Tiffany asked with a sexiness Michael had never heard from any female before. "We've talked about sex, sweetie, so I know you're fucking, but with all those girls around you at your games...you must a lot of goods down there, huh?" Tiffany crawled into Michael's bed beside him and pulled his briefs down, commencing to stroke his ...