Moms at the Beach Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Moms at the Beach Ch. 01

... pretty good fuck," Ann said. I was trying to formulate an answer when Steve's hand cupped my breast. It flashed hot with arousal. In shock, I directly answered Ann's question. "He was fucking amazing. I can't remember coming so hard." "Your boy was magnificent too. I've never been fucked so well. He also made a bit of a confession." Ann released my son's penis and took my hand in hers. "It turns out the boys not only have a thing for each other's mothers, they have a thing for their own." She placed my hand on Steven's dick. It jumped. She wrapped my fingers around it. It was warm and hard and big. "Well, I'll see you two later. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about and I think I hear Andy waking up. I'm gonna check on him." She bounced off the couch and headed into the cabin. I was mesmerized. I was sitting on a porch facing the ocean, my hand on my son's member. I was not sure what to do, not sure what was right or wrong. The only thing I was sure of was that my son had a big beautiful magnificent cock. Steve slid off the couch with a commanding confident ease and got on his knees. He spread my legs, pulled me to the edge of the couch, and, in a single deft motion, removed my shorts. "Mom, I've wanted to do this for years." He licked my clit. A bolt of lightning struck me; an electrical surge washed through my body. "Uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhh..." He licked my cunt lips and sucked my clittie into his mouth, battering it with his tongue. Arousal surged through me. Any hope of ...

... considering the morality of any of this was overwhelmed by the burning need between my legs. Was it the forbidden nature of our liaison, the months of celibacy, Andy kicking down the doors of my inhibitions? Whatever it was, I had never gotten this hot this fast. I wanted to wallow in this outlawed desire. "Eat me, fucking eat me, fucking eat my cunt, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." My sex pulsed, it was wonderfully alive. Steven's face glowed with joy. He loved eating pussy! His Dad was a reluctant pussy eater; his son, our son, loved it, loved eating my cunt, my hot cunt, my hot steamy cunt, my hot wet steamy fucking hot cunt. He closed his lips on my swollen clitoris and sucked on the little member while his tongue swirled around and around it. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my sex into his face. He gripped my hips, holding me tight to his hungry wonderful mouth. "Ooooooohhh, Stevie, ooooooohhhhhhh honey," I mewled. He licked my vaginal lips and pushed his tongue inside me, plunging deep into my pussy. Next, he turned to my labia, licking every curve, every crevice, every fold. I jabbered incoherently, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," but the next words caught in my throat. I took a second and then I said it: "Oh son, it feels so good, eat your mama's pussy." I had acknowledged my depravity, called him my son, stated I was his mother; my sex burned brighter; I gushed cunt cream. Steve glanced at me, his face glistening ...