Moms at the Beach Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Moms at the Beach Ch. 01

... son, I learned, was a champion bronco buster, expertly riding his mother's convulsing orgasming body. In and out, slow and fast, twisting his hips, he plumbed the depths of my capacity for pleasure. I was buffeted by electric orgasms, earthquake orgasms, mind-altering orgasms, gasping-for-breath-and-crying-out-in-sheer-joy orgasms. He licked the sweat from my breasts, bit my hard throbbing nipples, kissed my neck and face, and whispered into my ear how he loved his mother's hot tight wet slut whore twat. Our conjoined crotches, infested with the cream pouring from my cunt, were sticky and sloppy. The air was dense with the scent of pussy juice and fuck-sweat. The walls reverberated with the sound of bodies smashing together. Steven's groans became shorter and more intense; he was going to cum. I dug my nails into his back and begged him to dump another load inside me, told him he was the best fuck of my life, that he could have his mother's pussy whenever however he wanted it. I asked for his cum, I prayed for his cum, I implored him to leave his seed where he'd been conceived nineteen years before. He demanded to know what I was and I told him; I was his mother, his lover, his fuck, his slut, his whore, his cunt. He fucked me harder, our bodies recoiled from the bed, and then, accompanied by a wanton bellow, he came, pouring his seed inside me. The flood of semen coated my womb and, again, I exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, the powerful fire inside me so intense I feared it would consume my flesh. Spent, we lay together. It felt so nice, so right, to be wrapped in his arms. We kissed and stroked, fondled and cooed, his strong sensitive hands tripped over my body. He told me how he loved me, how he dreamed of the day when I'd be his. How, when Ann's and my marriage unraveled, he and Andy decided to seduce their moms.