A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... her hips, so she looked to see what had caught his attention.

When Linda saw looked below her waist, she gasped silently. As she shifted to lie down, her shirt rode up to almost her butt. Mark had a clear view of her whole left thigh, up to her hip. The front of her t-shirt bunched up almost to her hairy bush. An inch up, he would be able to see the shadow of her hairy muff and find out his mother was not wearing panties. The older women was frozen in fear as she was afraid that any sudden move might cause her shirt to rise more and reveal her wet pussy.

Linda glanced at her husband and noticed that he was about to pass out, which weirdly made her feel relieved. Then she looked at her son and what the Milf saw took her breath away. The teenage boy was still looking at the legs of his curvy mother, but he was also rubbing his iron hard, thick cock over his shorts.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the huge monster hiding in his pants. The horny boy was slowly stroking the thickest part of his cock up and down, with a hungry look on his face.

"O my god! He is jacking off his cock openly!" The horny mother realized that her son wasn't even trying to hide his wicked behavior.

Then their eyes meet. The submissive mother felt a surge of shame and excitement when she saw the same dominant look on the boy's face that he was not sorry and he owns the horny slut laying there.

Linda typed,

Linda: What are you doing, baby? Your dad is right there!!!

Instead of ...

... scolding his wicked behavior, she was rather worried about her husband seeing her son's perverted act.

She saw her son typing something and right away she got a text from her son.

Mark: Dad's asleep, mom. Are you wearing panties? 'Cause if you are, I'd love to add those panties to my collection.

When the slutty Milf saw the text felt a fresh trickle of warm pussy honey oozed out of her pulsating hole and dribbled onto her sensitive rubbery asshole. She let out a moan.

Linda: Don't say stuff like that, baby. We just talked about it... you should stop looking at your mother...

Mark was still looking at his horny mother's thick matronly thighs and child bearing wide hips and he was subconsciously rubbing his clothed cock rather than looking away. He remembered how her ass looked up close. Her cheeks were so plump and, with the way they kissed, he could only imagine how perfect the holes they masked were. No doubt, his spell-binding mom would have a tight, well looked after cunt and an asshole to match.

Mark: You are so fucking hot, mom. Dad's really lucky. But you didn't answer. Wearing panties, mom???

The submissive mother still didn't adjust her T-shirt instead, she just laid there and took the verbal assault like a slut. She rolled her eyes, realizing her son wouldn't give in. Frustrated and horny now. The older women snapped.

Linda: NOO... your mother is not wearing panties... happy now!? 😝😝

She looked at her son with determination that she was not ...