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

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

... each hoped that the other was thinking that they were thinking. Cindy had never been so sexually aroused in her entire life. She wondered if her son felt the same way. They both sat in silence, looking at each other, looking at the floor, and then back at each other again. Ben lit his joint and took another hit. The story, the weed, his scantily clad and obviously aroused mother, had created a monster in him, and he knew that he wanted to keep his sanity, he was going to have to have some type of release, and soon! He thought of texting Sara that he was on his way over but he decided against it. He would feel so guilty leaving his mom just to fuck someone. He was also a little too drunk and high to be driving at this particular moment, or any moments in the near future for that matter. He looked at his mother's chest; her nipples were rock solid and her breathing was ragged. He looked at her face and could see the redness in her cheeks. "Do you think that Tiffany would have come over to Sara's tonight had you gone over there?" "She's probably at Sara’s right now with her mouth buried between her legs while Sara eats her out!" "Really? You think so," Cindy asked. "Does it bother you that they're doing that while you're not there? "I guarantee you that she is! Hell, I’d bet you a fashion show, but it would be a fair bet for you! And no, it doesn't bother me at all! None of us are officially seeing each other exclusively, but we also aren't really fucking anyone else. There's ...

... no need to!" "Oh, ok. Wait, what do you mean “fashion show?” What kind of fashion show?” “I meant that you and I could have had a little wager and if you lost, you’d go upstairs and put on something sexy for me!” “Benjamin Andrew, you are a dirty, dirty man trying to get your mother to dress slutty for you!” Cindy was shocked at his being so direct but given her current state, she would have been willing to take that bet had made it! She couldn't believe that her son had managed to work her up into such a sexual frenzy from his sordid little story. She desperately wanted to touch herself. She wanted to rake her fingers against her drooling cunt until she got some kind of relief. A tinge of guilt washed over her at her next thought. I wish Ben would eat my cunt and then fuck me! I want him to use me, to fuck all of my holes and cum in each of them like he does those two sluts across town! She squirmed in her seat and she felt her engorged clit throb; it begged to be touched. "So," she said bashfully, "what else have you two, or three done?" Ben exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and he looked at his mom. "Well that's really about all we do. We get high as fuck, and then we fuck. A lot... Oh, we’ve done some roleplaying which was a lot of fun. And sometimes Sara and Tiff will call me Daddy, which is really hot." "Daddy, huh," Cindy asked. "Yeah." "And you like that? You like it when they call you Daddy while you fuck their pussies, mouths and asses?" "Yeah." Ben got up and went to ...