A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... words. There was also the way she kept calling me "Son", like she wanted to remind me, or perhaps herself, of our relation to each other. Mom only needed to slide her hands up and down my shaft for a few more strokes before I could feel myself getting close to coming. "M-mom," I tried to warn her. But it was too late and I came with a groan, squirting semen right at her face. I opened my eyes to find drops of white, translucent fluid running down her face and dripping down on the floor. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, Mom. I shou-" To my surprise, Mom interrupted my apology with an amused chuckle. "There's no need to apologize. Mmm... you made a real mess though, didn't you, Son?" she purred. I had been right. This really was turning her on. "Please don't think this is weird," she said, scoping up some of the cum that was running down her face with her fingers and then, to my great surprise, putting it in her mouth. "Mmm... you taste wonderful as well..." she said, moaning softly as she tasted my seed. She continued cleaning up the worst of the semen, swallowing it with obvious pleasure while watched in disbelief. When she had gotten most of it she slowed down and seemed to regain her senses, eventually stopping. Apparently content to let the rest of my mess be where it was, clinging to her face. Mom met my gaze, looking more hesitant and vulnerable than a moment ago. "I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away. I'm not sure what you must think of me, getting turned on by my own son..." She ...

... looked away with shame in her expression. "What I think is that that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced," I said, truthfully. "You really have nothing to feel bad about, Mom. To... To be honest I've been fantasizing about you since forever..." It seemed she was taken aback by my confession. She turned back to face me with clear disbelief in her eyes. "R-really?" "Yes, Mom. How could I not? You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, and the fact that you're my mother just makes it... Well, maybe I'm a bit strange," I confessed. "You're not strange," she insisted with a frown, tugging my cock for emphasis. "Not any stranger than me, anyway. God, if I'd known you felt that way... I've been feeling so bad for wanting to fuck my own son." If my head wasn't spinning enough before, that did it. "So... we both... want this?" I asked, for some reason having trouble grasping the situation. "I know I do," Mom replied with a smile. "And you still need my help, don't you?" she said, nodding toward my still hard cock. "Let Mommy help you with that." She bent forward this time, putting her lips on the head of my cock. I felt like I was going to pass out from pleasure as she slowly pushed forward, letting her warm lips wrap around the head until they closed around my shaft. She took another inch or two of my cock before she pulled back, sliding back and forth and using her tongue to stimulate me inside her mouth. "That feels amazing, Mom. Fuck... you're so fucking hot..." I breathed. ...