A Tale of Sluts 6.0 - Sex Stories

A Tale of Sluts 6.0

... looked at John and saw him still lightly snoring peacefully, unaware of his wife and son's sinful deeds. Then Linda's gaze meets with Mark's. Realizing both feared the same thing, Mark smiled wickedly, looking at his mother.

Slowly, he began to rub his cock up and down, his movements fluid and confident, as if this act was ingrained in his very being. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, a sensation he knew all too well, having repeated this ritual countless times before. Linda was feeling like a caged animal waiting to be released. Her pussy has leaked so much cream that she can feel it completely soaked her tightly clenched, puckered brown butthole. She had to use all her might not break the sacred boundary between mother and son.

Linda: Baby, please... hide that thing. Your daddy will wake up any minute.

She pleaded with her son as a last resort. She was actually more worried about getting caught rather than her son's inappropriate behavior towards her.

Mark saw the text and again he decided to ignore it and taunt his mother.

He gently used the warm surface of his palms to carefully lift his massive, pendulous, and hairy testicles. He gently held them, making the wrinkly skin look smoother for a second, and proudly showed them to his mom.

Linda couldn't tear her gaze away from the shocking scene unfolding before her eyes. Her son, with an air of perverse audacity, taunted her by flaunting his cum-filled, egg-sized testicles. The explicit display ...

... of his sexuality both excited and embarrassed her, sending conflicting waves of desire and shame coursing through her veins. The intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm her. It was such a forbidden experience that she couldn't help but be captivated, even though she struggled with the moral implications of her own arousal.

"And holy cow, those balls!!"

The mom was totally amazed by her son's huge nuts. She had no idea a guy could have such massive balls, especially a teenager. With the way they hung low, Linda felt like her son was a teenage bull ready to breed its own mother. She licked her lips without even realizing it. Her son's genitals oozed masculinity, and she was totally weak for it. She was worn out once more, no match for her bull-like teenage son. Then she saw him typing with one hand and playing with his balls.

Mark: Dad is sleeping, mom, so don't worry and if you want me to hide my cock, then tell me why your nipples are so hard, mom?

Linda glanced down at the text, her eyes quickly shifting to her massive mommy boobs. Lying on her back, her plump left breast had gently shifted to the side, causing her eraser-shaped thick nipples to become stiff and fully erect. They pressed against her thin stretch T-shirt, as if attempting to puncture a hole.

Linda's face was flushed with embarrassment. Her cheeky son has caught her again in a vulnerable position.

Mark: Are you getting horny looking at your son's big hard cock, mom?

Linda's heart ...