A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... lingered on the suggestive sight. She discreetly averted her gaze, feeling a mix of curiosity and embarrassment, unsure of how to react to the unintentional display of his desire.

A dizzying sensation washed over the teenage boy as he observed the kinkiest act he could ever fathom. Overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge, Mark longed to bury his face in his mother's untamed armpit, to inhale the musky scent of her sweaty skin and savor the tangy, salty flavor. It felt as if his very existence hinged upon fulfilling this desire.

As he stumbled towards his mom like a zombie, the room seemed to spin around him. His vacant expression and unsteady gait gave him an eerie resemblance to the undead. His eyes, glazed over, fixated on his mom's armpits, as if they held some kind of bizarre fascination for him. A strange combination of hunger and anticipation crossed his face, causing him to unconsciously lick his lips.

Linda's voice trembled as she whispered, "Mark, your thing...it's sticking out." Despite her shaky words, Mark remained oblivious to what her mother said. His eyes were fixated on her, drawn towards her like a moth to a flame, as if he was under an enchanting spell.

Panic washed over Linda as she realized the consequences of her teasing. She had always been submissive, craving the dominance of a powerful man with an enormous cock to claim her as his own personal slut. Her mind overflowed with fantasies of being forcefully dominated, filled in every dirty ...

... crevice, and commanded to engage in depraved acts of pleasure. However, when she became pregnant with Mark at a tender age, she relinquished her desires, moved, and strived to lead a respectable life.

Mark stopped within a foot's distance from her and Linda was so turned on that she felt like if Mark wanted to fuck her right there, she wouldn't be able to stop him. Linda tried to bring her hands down to her sides.

"Don't." Mark gave a fierce look and hissed.

The confused Milf paused, her breath catching in her chest. When she looked at him, she felt like her son had completely transformed - he wasn't the same shy, innocent boy she knew. Unease washed over her, causing her body to tremble. The sweet scent of his adolescent perspiration filled her nostrils, causing her to gasp, suddenly conscious of her own scent. Mark's slender hands rose slowly before her.

The mother growled, her eyes narrowing as she saw his hands inching closer. Fear etched across her face, she instinctively turned her head to the side.

Then Mark's finger pressed below her damp collarbone, searing her skin with a scorching sensation.

"Ohh." A soft moan escaped Linda's lips. Her attempt to lower her trembling hands thwarted as the horny teenager forcefully grasped her wrists and pressed her against the wall. He leaned in, his breath hot and tingling against her exposed and perspiring mommy cleavage.

The unexpected grab sent shivers down her spine, causing her heart to race. Trembling, she let ...