Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 2

... tightly; her face became a silent scream. She moved one of her hands from his hips and cupped his bulge through his Speedos. She could feel his cock pressed firmly against his testicles, she moved her fingers along it, around his balls and grazed his inner thigh where the fabric met his leg. She wanted to experience every part of him, every part that she now couldn’t. Her hand gently roamed over his intimate area, lightly she held him and moved her fingers across the material. And it wasn’t long before she felt his shaft begin to stiffen slightly. In her haze she looked down to check if he was still asleep despite her rocking. Her boy still had his eyes shut and his mouth was still agape, lost in whatever dream he was having. She looked further down, and she could see his cock still pressed tightly down but now slightly engorged as her hands roamed over it.

The sight and the feel of it was too much for her. She clamped herself upwards onto his sleeping body and her orgasm hit her. She pressed her hand down harder on his bulge. Feeling his semi hard penis and balls squash and move between her fingers, pressing it down and forcing his weight down onto her as her hips raised up to meet his butt and back. Her clitoris was on fire, pressed directly into him and her pussy felt like it began to convulse. She shut her eyes and she held in the screams that she wanted to let out. Instead, using her nose to breath in his scent as she came in tidal waves against him. Her legs, her ...

... arms and hands, her breasts, her whole body pressing as hard against him as she could without waking him. She forced the top of her pussy to remain hard against his cheeks feeling herself drip and soak her pajama shorts. She managed to hold in the convulsion in her legs, but her insides shook as she had one of the most intense orgasms that she had ever had her in life. The waves of it hit her over and over, lasting almost a minute before it began to subside.

Breathlessly she lay there in her afterglow as the contractions in her pussy faded away. Her orgasm had given her some relief and reality began to descend. She looked down and realized that her right hand was still pressed against her sons' stiff penis as he slept on her unaware as to what she had just done. She lifted it quickly, the guilt hitting her hard.

What have I just done? She thought to herself. She wanted to push him off herself and run out of the room to escape the situation, but she knew she could not do that. She could not wake him up, not in his state. Not in hers. The poor boy seemed to innocent laying down on her, his body heaving with his deep breathes. She could not help but look at his hard penis pushing through his swim shorts and admonished herself. She had done that to him. She had felt him up while he slept. She had put him in this terrible situation.

What kind of a mother does that to her son?!

She began to feel deeply uncomfortable with him on her. The wetness that had felt so good just ...