Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 3

... orgasm approached, she couldn’t help but lose control a little. She lifted her upper half off him and grabbed his arms, putting them above his head as she continued to ride him. A deep lust had overtaken her, and she wanted to see her boy. Interlocking her fingers in his she held his hands against the pillow above his head.

“Mommy, oh mommy” Andy whimpered as Stephanie leaned over, still holding his hands and began to softly bite and lick against him. His world was complete pleasure, it felt like his body had been bought to a new world of sensitivity as his mother bit at his earlobe and then along his neck and jaw and then to lick him all over. He was shocked by her licking him like that, he was covered in her saliva and felt exposed and like he didn’t really have any control. But every now and then she’d whisper loving encouragements to him or smile as she looked him in the eye, all the while the feeling of that as her pussy gripped and milked at his cock let him know that she was doing it out of love for him.

“Yes baby, oh baby. You feel so good. You feel so good inside mommy. You’re mommy’s boy baby, you’ll always be her boy.” She said breathlessly between licks and small bites of his skin. She felt like she wanted to eat him up, to consume him. There was something about his beautiful hard cock within her and his completely exposed flesh that she found so cute and arousing, it made her almost want to squeeze and hurt him. She had to taste every part of him that she ...

... could and so she let her tongue roam his body wherever it could reach. She held her mouth over his and forced her tongue inside of his mouth, which he gladly accepted, he thought she wanted to kiss some more but instead she licked along the inside of his mouth, his cheeks and tongue as if she wanted to explore him. Then, she traced her tongue over his neck and shoulder to his exposed armpit, licking at him and inhaling his scent and even nibbling at him. A part of him felt the ticklish sensation and he felt the impulse to pull his arms down yet he felt stuck in position, allowing her whatever access that she was demanding of him.

Her thrusts were becoming more forceful, almost violent. Up and down on him she went, a wet ‘thrack’ echoing in the room each time thrust upon him. She seemed almost like an animal to him, predatory in her movements and it scared him almost as much as it turned him on. He had never seen his mother in any way like she was now and yet it felt so natural and wonderful to him. She had taken care of him all his life and this felt like just an extension of that, another way for a mother to take care of a son. The physical embodiment of tough love. She was right he realised, they had shared their bodies before and now they were just doing the same. Sharing love and their bodies in the most caring way. As his mother pumped his cock, he couldn’t believe he had been nervous or scared of this and he regretted that they had stopped sharing each other’s bed. He ...