Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... He was standing against the side of the car waiting for her. "Aww did my baby boy miss me?" Torrie joked. Eddie shrugged, asking, "What's that on your sweater?" "Oops, must be soap!" Torrie smiled, pulling her son in for cock-hardening kiss, moaning and looking to the side, in the direction of Darrell and Marcus. Torrie ended the kiss, winking at the two black teens, getting into the car. Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, face scrunching up, sitting down in the back seat. "What did you eat?" he asked, noticing an unusual taste to her kiss. "I had a couple hot dogs," his mother answered. "They were foot longs." ******************** "Come get that cum," Torrie read the late night text on her phone from Fat Rob on Christmas Eve. She was preparing to put presents under the tree for everyone. Eddie was in his room playing video games, and John was asleep. "I'm in driveway," was the next text. Torrie got a mischievous grin on her face. "The presents can wait," she thought. She paused at the hallway, thinking a bit, she went to her bedroom, took off her pajamas, grabbed her long, white bathrobe and slippers, and headed to the front door. She peeped out the window, seeing Fat Rob's escalade parked in the driveway, the driver seat empty. She assumed he was in the back seat waiting for her. Indeed he was. Opening the door for her, loud hip-hop music playing, Torrie glanced to her son's window seeing his light was still on. She disrobed and then turned her attention to ...

... Fat Rob in the back seat. The Escalade was rocking back and forth in the driveway, Torrie straddling Fat Rob in the back seat, bouncing up and down to the beat of the music. When she came, she leaned back on the center console, her eyes looking through the front windshield, upside down, seeing a silhouette of her son standing in his room. "Mommy is being bad for Christmas," she said out loud. "Yes you are. That boy of yours is probably jacking off in there," Fat Rob added, pulling Torrie up. "He's working that little dick, thinking about you." Torrie began bouncing again, kissing Fat Rob, "Uh huh." "You like that don't you?" Fat Rob asked, breaking the kiss. "Uh huh," Torrie replied again, sticking her tongue in his mouth, swirling it around his. "My little drummer boy, beating away at his cock." Fat Rob moaned, sliding a finger up and down Torrie's buttcrack. "Little Dick Boy," Torrie giggled, changing the name of the 'Little Drummer Boy' Christmas carol, sucking Fat Rob's tongue. "Tis the season. Now get that cum," Fat Rob ordered her. When they finished, Torrie went back inside after gathering up her bathrobe, never bothering to put it on. She wrapped a few presents and put them under the tree, all while naked, and her pussy dripping semen on the floor. She went to bed, nude, with a smile on her face. ******************** It was New Year's Eve. Torrie lied to her husband, telling him she was going to Miami to visit some family during her time off from work. She was Indeed in ...