1. How I Seduced My Son Pt. 02


    Date: 6/9/2024, Categories: Incest/Taboo, Author: byBaked_Alaska, Source: Literotica 

    ... kissing it, rubbing it, but not taking it in his mouth. Damn, kid, your future wife is going to go nuts over you. I hope she is a curvy girl like me and his sisters. And I hope she thanks me.

Hudson's hips lifted up and he ran his fingers through my red pubic hair as they headed to my clit. He stroked me rhythmically while his strong tongue ran over my bumpy nipple. He was as good as his dad was at his age. No.... better. Way better.

If I could pull it off and take some time with him over this next couple of breaks from Mizzou, I might just make him into a sex machine. A sex machine of my own. Oh, Mizzou girls and future wife, you are so welcome.

A couple of fingers pressed into my sopping wet pussy. Hudson, like a lot of tall, lean swimmers, had really long fingers.

"That feels so good, keep finger fucking mommy!"

His lips finally closed in around my nipple and he began sucking. Oh, swimmers also have great control of their breathing. My long hard nipple was on fire as he pulled it deep into his mouth. I could feel an orgasm approaching as my son finger fucked me and pulled on my nipple.

"I think I'm....uhhhhh......uhhhh. going to cum!"

"Cum for me mom. Just like last night. Just like all the times we have ahead of us!"

"Aaaaaahhhh....ahhhhhhh.....ahhhhh!!" I came again for the sixth or seventh time since last night. At the hands of my son. It took me a while to come down from my orgasm. But it wasn't hard to get started again. After all, I had a ...
    ... Greek god of a son laying on top of me. And all I wanted was his rock hard cock in mouth.

"Lay back, baby. Mommy is going to take care of you now."

Hudson rolled off of me and laid on his back, his gorgeous muscled body, next to me. His dad was quite the specimen back in the day. But athletes today are at a whole different level. Other than a beer or two every once in a while, I don't think Hudson ever had any sugar or carbs. Or maybe he just worked out so much that all of just burned off. Either way, Michelangelo could have make a sculpture of him that would have changed the world.

I stared at his hard cock. That cock was mine. And it would be for the weekend. At least until Phil got home. Or maybe even after that. Phil seemed to be pretty into me having sex with our son, even though Phil and his golfing buddies had been three sheets to the wind at the time. Would Phil want to watch...in person? Would Hudson want his dad to be present as he fucked his mom silly? What about the girls? Could we find some private time on Sunday when Phil got home from golfing and the girls got back from the lake?

My mouth salivated, somewhat involuntarily. Normally, I would swiped at my mouth and wiped it up, but I let it drip on his abs. I wanted that hard cock in my mouth. I wanted him to writhe in pleasure and pump shot after shot of cum into my throat. You might have thought that in the light of day, that I would realize how wrong this was. Me, fucking my son. But the light of day ...
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