Last Resort - Sex Stories

Last Resort

... intimate as the last, but he was still so much fun. Arguably more fun than last time.”

“Really? How so?”

“Well, he...Oh, wow, this is embarrassing.”

“Hey, remember our talk. Nothing’s embarrassing. This is a safe space. Share away.”

“Right. Right. Ok...He...I let him...finish...inside.”

“Woooah.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t too sure about it as first, but he felt so good. He was so deep. His moans were...right in my ear...He...haa~...It was so...so warm...I loved it so much...I wanted so much more...I just-...I just-...mmgn~”

She once again gets lost in her own thoughts as she relives her experience. This time, she’s getting way more into it. She grabs onto her right breast with one hand, while bringing the other to her lower half. She starts to lightly rub her center before sliding two of her fingers inside of herself, thrusting in and out of it.

Now, unlike earlier, there isn’t a chance that someone might walk in and see what’s going on. I can actually enjoy the show she’s unknowingly putting on for me. Lucky for me. It’s so fucking hot that she doesn’t realize what she’s doing. She’s so deep in her own thoughts. And her fingers are just coated in both the remaining cum from her previous partner and her previous partner. It’s just turning me on even more.

As moments of watching her slide her fingers in and out of herself pass by, I’m getting lewder and lewder thoughts as her intoxicating moans ring in my ears. If this is how she sounds now, what were those ...

... other guys hearing? What does she sound like when she’s getting fucked for real? What does she look like? What does she feel like?

Those thoughts circulate in my head. I don’t care how bad it sounds. I wanna know how she feels. I want her to moan for me. I want her to take my cock in her slutty pussy. I want to fuck my mom. I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her.

“O-oh, wow, I did it again, didn’t I?” she says, catching herself, “This place is changing me in ways I never thought possible. Anyways, you want me to make you something to eat or do you wanna deliver something?”

I don’t answer. I’m not even hungry. I couldn’t think about food even if I wanted to. All I can think about is filling my mother’s pussy with my cum.

“Hey,” she says, trying to grab my attention, “Are you o-”

She attempts to caress my face, but I grab her wrist, taking her off guard. I then guide her onto the bed. She gives me a shocked look, stammering over her words before I bring a finger to her lips, shushing her.

“Listen, listen,” I start, “Just let me do this, alright? I need it. I can’t take it anymore.”

She tries to object, but I stop her in her tracks by bringing my free hand to her center, making her lightly gasp from my touch. Ah, it’s just what I thought.

“See?” I continue, “You want this, too. Like you said, you want more of it. Well, let me give you more of what you want.”

I then descend her taut slim body as she whimpers in response to my actions. Soon enough, I ...