A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... his eye on the prized possession. So he leaned in and whispered to his mom again. I know mom that dad doesn't appreciate you enough, but I wanna show you how much I love you.

"Aww, honey! Mom already knows how much you love her."

"You're not getting it, mom." Then he decided to say it.

"I want to smell you, Mom," Mark said quietly, but confidently.

Linda was confused for a moment and said with a reddened face, "you have been sniffing mommy for last 5 minutes or so and before that you rubbed your face in my armpits. I'm not sure what you mean, honey."

Then when she felt Mark's left hand was slowly pushing on her back, trying to make her bend over, it hit her.

"Oh, Jesus! He wants to smell my sweaty pussy!!! O my god! Linda realized. Her heart raced, creating a pounding sensation in her chest. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on edge, sending shivers down her spine. Linda's mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation she found herself in.

"Mark!! No baby. You better not! We can't, baby. That would be so wrong!" However, her cries were futile.

Mark continuously applied pressure on her back, causing her to nearly bend over. He was still holding her and planting gentle kisses on her back.

"Shh, mom. It's okay. I know dad doesn't appreciate you at all. I wanna show you how much I love you." Mark said while keeping his cock far apart from touching his mother's ass. He doesn't wanna ruin his opportunity by shoving his cock into his mother's ...

... ass.

"No, Mark!" Linda exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation, as she huffed and writhed in his tight embrace. The scent of their anxiety-filled sweat was in the air, mingling with the tension that hung heavy in the room.

Linda, towering over Mark by four inches and outweighing him by at least 40 pounds, knew deep down that her son couldn't have compelled her to do such a degrading act against her will. Yet, her mind was clouded by a submissive mindset, a desperate need to please and be treated like nothing more than a mere object.

With her rational thoughts slipping away, Linda found herself completely bent over, her body firmly held by her own son. The touch of his hands on her trembling flesh sent shivers down her spine, a mix of disgust and forbidden desire intertwining within her. The scene unfolded in silence, except for the sound of their labored breathing, a constant reminder of the twisted intimacy they shared in that moment.

"No, baby! That's not how a son should show appreciation to his mom. Please stop," Linda said, her voice strained and muffled as she struggled to breathe beneath his tight embrace.

"Ugghh...Baby don't... We can stop now.. and.. and.. pretend.. it never happened... This is so wrongggg..." Linda kept protesting.

"Mom, I can already smell your arousal. So it's no big deal. I'm gonna take a whiff of you once, and then never again, I swear." He took a blind shot and said. Mark guessed with all this sexual ...