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

Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn

... wide and she had no panties on. She was showing him her glistening, almost hairless pussy, trying her hardest to entice him into coming over to fuck her brains out. Another text came through that simply read, "I want you." Ben texted her back, telling her that he wasn't going to be able to come over tonight because he wanted to hang out with his mom. She replied with "lol," but she then texted that she understood. "But you better come over tomorrow because my pussy, mouth and ass are in desperate need of your mouth, and your fat cock.” Ben smiled at that last text and put his phone back in his pocket. He took another pull from his beer, and put it back on the table. Finally, he heard his mom coming back down to the first floor. She was clad in a pair of tight, black, cotton booty shorts and a white, "wife-beater" tank top. It was immediately evident to Ben that his mother was not wearing a bra. He stared at her chest; at her small, brown nipples that were slightly poking through the thin shirt. His cock lurched to life just a little. He internally yelled at himself for staring at his mother in that way. But she's just so fucking hot, he thought. "Whatcha doing sweetheart," she asked her son, walking over to the cupboard to grab a wine glass. "Not much... Just relaxing, texting Sara and drinking a beer," Ben replied. "Oh, yeah? What are y'all talking about?" Cindy opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Red Moscato. She grabbed the wine corker and went to work opening ...

... the adult beverage. "Oh, the usual... She wants me to come over tonight but I told her that I was going to hang out with you." "Aww, you're so sweet!” She pulled the cork off and filled her glass. “But you really don't have to hang out with your dear-old mom on a Friday night! You're young! Plus, I'm sure that I can find something to do." Cindy winked at her son again, and both of their minds went back to thinking about the dirty movie and the "me time" comment she had made earlier. "I want to hang out with you though," Ben said, smiling at his mom. "And you're not old! You're a MILF!" "Oh my God Benjamin, I am your mother!" Cindy was shocked by her son's declaration. "Yes, I know, but you are also a MILF!" Cindy shook her head and her finger at her son but deep down, she was flattered. She was flattered not only because of the MILF comment, but the fact that he was forgoing a night of hot fucking for a night with his mother. It meant a lot to her. She took a sip of her wine and looked at her son. He was looking at the window, eyeing the sunset. She eyed his young, muscular body. She looked at the shaggy mop of brown hair on top of his head. She thought of his piercing blue eyes, and his clean-shaven baby-face. "Whoever ends up marrying you is going to be one lucky woman, you know that?” Ben turned around and looked at Cindy, smiling he said, "Thanks Mom." "So you wanna get a pizza, or something? Maybe a movie," Cindy asked, changing the subject. "Sounds good to me," Ben ...