A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... feeling so many emotions. It really turned her on to be forced and taken like a complete slut by a strong, dominant, confident man, but she felt embarrassed that the dominant man giving her slut treatment was her son. She desired someone to worship and explore her hairy, sweaty pussy, but her son was the one attempting to fulfill that desire. Linda was completely scattered and terrified because she did not know what to do.

The mother knew she should just tell Mark to stop this nonsense and get out of the basement, but she's never been able to raise her voice at him before and she can't start now after all these years. And on top of that, her son was acting all dominant, making her weak in the knees and feel like she had to do whatever he said.

So she was standing there, with her ass on full display, completely under her son's influence, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

His hand traveled to her strong calf muscles, feeling their firmness as he cupped them gently. The muscles were defined, hinting at the countless hours she had spent working out and taking care of her body. As his fingers explored the contours of her calves, he couldn't help but admire the strength and power they held.

"Or what, mom?"

She shivered as she felt his warm hands gently caress her calfs.

As Mark's hands ventured to the back of her thick thighs, he marveled at their strength and smoothness.

It suddenly dawned on her what Mark was up to. The longer she took to reply, ...

... the more his hands inched upwards.

"Mom, the longer you take to answer, the higher my hands will go." Mark replied with confidence.

Linda knew she was in trouble, but she couldn't put all the blame on him. She's at fault as well. Linda's been messing around with her son, saying all sorts of insane thing. She also sent him a pic of her huge boobs, barely covered by a thin shirt, and let him listen to her having sex. All that stuff must have made him really crazy with desire. Now comes the part where she pays up.

"Ugh! you are gonna make mommy say it! Huh!? when did you become such a naughty boy, baby?"

"Or..my..vaginaa. Happy now!?" she said in a sarcastic and less obvious tone, hoping he would cease his constant hand movements.

However, as soon as she felt his hands pushing her thighs outwards and making contact with her thick inner thighs, Linda became more alerted.

Mark baby... please.. you need to stop... Despite her plea, she instinctively shifted her position, parting her legs slightly, as if surrendering to his touch like a slut. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air as Mark's hands explored her, tracing the dampness on her leggings caused by her sweat. Her inner thighs were velvety soft, yet there was a subtle firmness to them, evoking a sense of power, as if she could effortlessly suffocate the life out of Mark if she wanted to.

Linda could feel the pressure of his thumbs skillfully massaging her inner thigh muscles, sending waves of ...