A Very Special Mother’s Day - Sex Stories

A Very Special Mother’s Day

... Fill mommy’s pussy up with your cum, honey. Yessssssss!

“Your cum! I feel it! Oh, God, I’m cumming again...

“Aaaaaaaahhhh, aaaaaaahhhh!”

“Mom! Mom, I love you! I love you! You fucking SLUT! Aaaaahhh! YOU WHORE! Take my cum! Take it! Unnnhhhh!” He was so used to calling is mother names when he was beating off to her images, his instincts took over. He soon realized what he had said. Maybe she didn’t notice?

Afterwards, the two of them lay softly together. Pamela ran her fingernails against his back.

“You can call me ‘slut’ once in a while. I won’t get mad. Yes, your mommy is a slut. A slut only for you. But, I’m not a whore, OK? Don’t ever call me a whore... a cock-sucker, maybe... Or what else? What haven’t I done? There’re other kinds of sluts, right? Like cum-sluts. Yeah, sure. An ass-slut maybe? I like getting it up the ass... But that’s an anal-whore, right. And, there’s that whore word again. Oh, my boy...” She fell asleep before Benjamin’s penis softened and slipped out of her, although that did take a very, long, time...

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Pamela woke up, feeling hungover and disoriented. She smiled, remembering her dream. She and her ex-husband - Benjamin’s father - had somehow gotten back together. The sex had always been great between them, and last night was no exception. After one of his delightful, sensual massages, she had sucked and fucked that gorgeous cock all night long. She had lost track of her orgasms, and her pussy still ached from the ...

... pounding he gave her.

Her eyes flew open. Her pussy ached? Wait! Her pussy was sore! Pamela knew the feeling of waking up with a man’s cum still in her pussy from the night before. She smelled cum. Shit! She had dried cum on her face. And, she had dried cum in her hair! Oh shit! The previous night’s memories flooded back into her conscience.

Benjamin!

She felt the presence next to her and slowly rolled over. She reminded herself to take her dress to the cleaners.

She looked at him. Her not-so-little-boy was lying next to her, sleeping and breathing heavily. A thousand thoughts rushed through her head. She took a deep breath. Then another one.

She was naked. In bed with her son. They had sex last night. Fantastic sex. Really fantastic sex. She remembered saying some foul, filthy, things last night. But that shouldn’t matter. If Benjamin wanted her pussy, he would have to put up with her bedroom talk. She recalled he had a foul mouth too. ‘Did he really call me a slut? Oh, this was going to be fun!’ Benjaman was such a good boy, and she was going to turn him into a fantastic lover.

Feeling chilled, she snuggled up to her son’s warm body, putting her arms around him.

She sighed. ‘This is nice,’ she thought.

Her hand slid down to his cock and balls. He was hard. Was he always hard? Nice. She gently stroked his cock and massaged his balls.

“Good morning, Benjamin,” Pamela whispered breathily into his ear.

“Mmmmm, mmmm,” Benjamin stretched and yawned. He ...