Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2

... her bring her arms up to hold the pillow in place. She groaned loudly into it and I could only hope Mom wouldn’t hear. Her puffy, engorged nipples enabled me to grip them harder than ever before. She was hotter than ever, and as my lips and fingers squeezed her sensitive nubs, her body shook and shuddered as she experienced a mini-orgasm. I felt her body relax so I moved my hand down to remove her panties. I found her thigh and ran my hand up the outside moving the bottom of her nightie up as I went. I moved past her waist and found no panties line. Of course, she had removed them. She was expecting a good fucking tonight. I moved to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I held my stiff prick by the base trying to locate her hot box. My prick hit the top of her thigh so I dragged it up until my head nestled into her wet, hot lips. She was wet and leaking pussy juice from her mini-orgasm. I ran my prick up and down her slit, teasing her clit at the top. I went too far once and overshot her clit. My slick prick ended up in a mat of fur. My heart raced when I realized it was Mom’s hairy pussy and not Sarah’s. My mind raced with the realization that Mom was ready to fuck me, pretending she was Sarah. If I stopped, she’d know I recognized her. My only choice was to act like I was about to fuck Sarah. Careful not to alert her that I knew, I ran my prick up and down her slit again. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I moved my hands to her legs and stroked up and down ...

... as I had fantasized for years. It was better than I could have ever imagined. I stopped to squeeze the fleshy part of her thighs before moving back down to caress her firm legs. I lodged my fat head in between her tight, puffy lips, wondering if I should acknowledge the mistaken identity. Mom obviously knew it was me, but she didn’t know I knew it was her. She could stop it at any time, preventing any further interaction. “Why did she let it go this long?” I asked myself. Was she enjoying the moment and would eventually end it before we committed the ultimate incestuous act? I moved my hands up to her waist, letting my dick soak on her pussy lips. Exploring up further, I held her full mounds, my excitement growing, knowing they belonged to my mother. As soon as I tugged on her full nipples she bucked up, causing me to slide several inches into her hot channel. Her pussy begged for more hard cock and I was only too happy to help. I slowly slid into her juicy, tight canal, allowing her pussy to adjust to my girth. Her walls expanded when I sank deeper. Thinking of what I was doing, I almost climaxed. I was fucking my mother, the woman I’d fantasized over for years. My prick was stuffed in the same canal I emerged from nineteen years earlier. Her pussy walls quivered, releasing slick juices, facilitating the large ram sinking into her sacred hole. Her cunt convulsed with lust when I bottomed out. I felt our pubic hairs meshing together when we joined together as no mother and son ...