A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... got scared and thought you would touch mommy's... you know, down there."

Linda could feel the heat of his breath, damp and warm, as it brushed against her neck, causing another shiver to run down her spine. Mark had never felt such intense desire in his entire life, not even with Jenny. Jenny was always eager to please him, her willingness bordering on promiscuity. But with his mother, it was different. The resistance from his innocent mother, combined with the allure of claiming a sexy, submissive Milf, created an overpowering sensation within him. Mark knew his mother was sexually frustrated, and though she protested, deep down, she wasn't as resolute in stopping him as she appeared. If she truly wanted him to cease, she would have stopped it long ago. It was clear that she relished the attention, finding it incredibly arousing. However, as a devoted son, Mark wanted to ensure his mother's silent approval of their actions. So he said,

"Go ahead and say it again, mom. I really loved it when you said that word. Please say it, mommy." He said it like he was five years old all over again. He pulled out his best trick, the one that always made Linda's heart melt.

And it totally made Linda's heart melt when Mark touched her soft spot by saying the sweetest thing she's ever heard.

"Mark..baby, I should not say that to my son." She gasped for breath, feeling the warm air from Mark's mouth, causing a shiver to run down her spine once more.

Mark gently wrapped his ...

... arms around his mother's bare midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. As he hugged her tightly from behind, Linda could sense the heat spreading across her stomach, as if her skin were on fire. A mix of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her as she fought to maintain control, her mind succumbing to a twisted desire.

"Oh! God! he is seducing me into exposing my inner slut!!" Linda was totally losing it.

"Come on mommy, your baby is waiting to hear you say it," Mark whispered, his warm breath tickling her neck as he placed delicate kisses on her sensitive flesh. Her skin tingled under his lips as she felt a mixture of anticipation and desire.

Butterflies were flipping inside Linda's stomach and she was completely under the spell of her manly son. Linda gave in and whispered in a sultry voice. "I.. I thought you would touch mommy's pussy. Linda didn't know why she said mommy's pussy instead of just saying pussy.

"O god! I love the way you say Mommy's pussy." Mark exhaled softly, his breath caressing his mother's neck with a gentle warmth.

"I assure you, mom, I would never do such a thing. At least not without your permission. But I am dying to do something else, mommy."

Mark wrapped his hands tightly around his mother, making sure to keep his raging hard on far from her ass.

Linda felt trapped, her heart pounding like a caged animal. The intensity of her desire was overwhelming, threatening to consume her. Her body was aching, a throbbing ...