What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her - Sex Stories

What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her

... one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son's cock. Once in the garage, Mom asked, "You're still hard, Baby, I can't remember the last time you could get it up twice, never mind three times." I replied, "It's your costume, Baby, it has brought out the animal in me." She laughed, "Now you're being witty. What has gotten into you?" Feeling confident, "I don't know, but I know what wants to get into you." She giggled like a school-girl and purred, "You are such a bad boy." "The baddest," I confidently responded, getting out of the car and then going to the other side and picking up my Mother and carrying her in the house like the dominant man I currently felt. I carried her all the way to my parents' bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed. My Mother, clearly very horny, a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, "Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock, again?" I gasped. She knew it was me. I stammered, "W-w-what do you mean?" "Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn't tell the difference between my husband and son?" she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock. I apologized, "I am so sorry, Mom. I didn't come to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn't going to make it." Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard as rock cock. "Baby, don't be sorry. I love your Dad, but he's gone so much, and even when he is home, he can never keep up with my sex drive. But ...

... you...." She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike last time, slowly sucked my cock. She made love to my cock with her mouth, slow and gentle. It lasted a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked, coyly, "Do you want to see Mommy's breasts?" "Y-y-yes," I stammered. She slowly, seductively, pulled her small costume over her head, releasing her still firm breasts. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom's perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance by my Mom attempting to take off my costume. "Well, son, don't just stand there. Let's get you out of that costume." Through some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally free from my secret identity and now only in my underwear in front of my Mom. Suddenly self-conscious, my confidence washed away with the costume off. My Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, "Has my baby boy been working out lately?" In one sentence, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, "Yeah, trying to buff up for the ladies." She smiled, "Well, I know one lady you impressed." Her hands pulled off my underwear. She pulled me back onto the bed and onto our lips finally touched. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without words we collapsed onto my parent's bed and ended up in my first ever sixty-nine. I was on my back my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her silk stocking-clad legs ...