Progression Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Progression Ch. 01

... when sleeping with women his age and drooped a little without support, but they filled up the entire screen without much effort, her nipples not aroused in the slightest but looking utterly chewable like pieces of soft candy. Rory licked his teeth, suddenly itching with the desire to give them a little nibble and suck until they expanded inside his wet mouth.

Rory gripped the armrest of his chair with his nails, imagining her soft flesh pressing up against his face, smothering him, and he wouldn't even care. He'd happily pass out on those pillows in a heartbeat, and get possibly the best sleep of his life. He began panting, wanting to be with her, and forced himself to slow down, needing this to last a little longer before shame followed him all the way to the grave.

His concentration broke when his phone abruptly chimed with text messages. He thought about ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of him, especially when he saw that they were from his mother.

I don't believe u rory / Are u really hard because of me?

"Sure am," he muttered, unplugging his phone with his clean hand. His computer chimed at him for disconnecting, but his mother's tits remained on the screen, forever safe in a private folder with all the rest.

He leaned his torso back as he aimed his phone's camera in a certain way that captured not only the top few inches of his slick, red cock and a dribble of cloudy precum leaking out of the slit, but also her topless pic in the background, so ...

... that she knew he was currently getting off to it.

She messaged him back immediately.

Oh my / Look at you being so naughty / Naughty boy...

Rory's nostrils flared. She never once in her life called him that. He'd always been so good for her, but now here he was, masturbating to his own mother's tits, sending her pictures of his hard, aching cock, wishing he could fondle them in person, lick them, fuck them, all the while calling her all the things he thought about her: beautiful, sexy, hot, amazing, riveting, alluring.

Mommy's naughty little boy

Rory moaned, his eyes slitting as he read the words over and over, his hand on his cock slipping completely off of it as he increased the pace, the squelching of the lube intense. His balls drew up, and he knew he was a goner.

"M-mommy," he eked out, his face heating up in both embarrassment and arousal, but the moment he jumped that first hurdle, his tongue loosened and he gasped, his head leaning back as his cock pulsed in his grip, shooting ropes of semen up his bare chest. "Ah, shit- mom- fuck- m-mom!"

By the time Rory could catch his breath, he had no wherewithal of how much time had passed. He sat slouched in his chair, his toned chest heaving and streaked with an impressive amount of cum, some of which had splattered his chin. He looked down at it and at his spent penis, flaccid but still dribbling out white fluid, his skin glistening with lube.

Without giving it much thought, he raised his phone and took ...