Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn - Sex Stories

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

Ben was up in his room, slowly stroking his 7 1/2 inch cock when the front door opened to the house. "Oh shit," he whispered, and he quickly closed the window containing the hardcore porn scene that he was watching. It was a particularly hot scene: two very attractive women, feverishly eating each other’s cunts in a 69 position while a well hung man plows his ejaculating cock into the pussy of the woman on top. Unfortunately for Ben though, he did not get to see the finale that consisted of the woman on the bottom licking the cum out of the woman on top's hairless, pulsating cunt. It was one of Ben's favorite types of scenes; it was also one of the hardest types of scenes to find. "Benjamin, are you home?" It was him mom, Cindy, that was walking into the house and interrupting him from his much needed masturbation session. It had been days since he had cum, and he was now beyond frustration by the abrupt ending that to what was, thus far, a very satisfying self-pleasuring session. He was so frustrated, that he probably could have screamed at his mother, but he refrained. "Benjamin," she shouted once more. She knew that he was home though. His old, beat up Toyota pickup truck was out front in the driveway. She was pretty that she knew why he wasn’t answering though: he was probably stroking his cock. "I'm up here Mom," he finally called out with mild irritation in his voice. He had managed to clean the lube off of his hand and throw on a pair of gym shorts in record time. He ...

... opened his door and walked to the 2nd floor balcony that looked down into the front entrance of his and his mother's spacious house. "What's up Mom?" He looked down at her. He could easily see down her white blouse from his viewpoint, and he admired her ample cleavage. "Not much sweetie. What's up with you?" She dropped her things down onto the table next to the door that served as a repository for all things that needed to be put somewhere else: keys, purse, coat and other “out of the house,” necessities. "About the same. Just up here chilling." Cindy looked up at her son, admiring him lovingly. He had grown quite a bit while away at college. He had forgone a shirt and his well-defined chest, stomach and arms were on full display to her. He was by no means an Adonis, but she still thought that he was handsome. She glanced between posts that held up the balcony bannister, and she saw that her son's semi-erect cock. It was clearly visible through his gym shorts and it was obvious, even from this distance that he was not wearing anything under those gym shorts. "Got any plans for tonight," she asked, trying to get the image of her son’s manhood out of her head. "It's actually not going to be freezing fucking cold like it has been these past few nights!" "Meh, I don't know. Sara has been texting me all day about coming over to her house but I'm not sure if I really want to. Ever since I got back from school, she's been blowing up my phone and trying to get into my pants!" Cindy ...