MY MOM LOVED TO CHECK OUT MY BOYFRIENDS - Sex Stories

MY MOM LOVED TO CHECK OUT MY BOYFRIENDS

... smile... then reached out and gently caressed one of her heavy breasts, pulling gently on the nipple with my fingers, and said, “I saw you give Tyler a handjob in the kitchen before our date.”

With a mixture of surprise and guilt on her face, she said, “Oh, honey.... I’m so sorry you saw that.... I guess I was really horny tonight.... and I could see the outline of Tyler’s cock in those tight pants he was wearing.... I just lost control.... did it, uh... ruin your date?”

I giggled and said, “No... it’s OK, mom.... actually, it totally turned me on.... I could barely wait to get his dick inside me until after we ate.... I think I had four orgasms tonight.”

We both laughed, and I added, “Yeah... I agree with you.... he does have a pretty impressive cock, doesn’t he?”

Still laughing, we shared a hug under the warm spray of the running water, as she nodded and said, “Holy shit, you’re not kidding....”

After our hugging moment passed, my mother grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering up my tits.... gently squeezing the flesh with her hands, and rubbing her thumbs back and forth over my stiffening nipples. Her attention to my boobs felt wonderful, and I realized I was still extremely turned on from watching her stroking Tyler’s hard-on in the kitchen, and my delicious orgasms in the car after dinner.

My mom continued to caress my breasts with one hand, as she reached her other hand down between us and started running her fingers along my pussy lips... ...

... eventually finding my clitoris and rubbing little circles around the engorged tip.

I spread my legs slightly to give her better access, then closed my eyes and moaned, murmuring, “Hmmmmm... that feels good...”

Wallowing in the warm sensations emanating between my legs, I smiled, and said, “I think I like the thought of sharing my boyfriends with you, mom.... when Tyler fucked me after dinner tonight, I came harder than I ever have before.... and I think it’s because I saw you jerking him off in the kitchen...”

She giggled, and said, “Oh, sweetie... I love that idea.”

She began sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy, and spending extra time rubbing the tip of my plump nub, as she mused, “I don’t know why, but I always seem to be looking for a nice, hard cock to get my hands on..... it’s kind of like an itch that just always needs to be scratched...”

I chuckled and said, “Yeah... I know... I’ve heard some of your phone conversations.”

Mom let out a somewhat guilty laugh, as she continued massaging my tits and flicking my clitoris. I moaned and mewled for a few more minutes, then suddenly let out a muffled cry and creamed all over the probing fingers between my legs.

“Oh, mom.... oh.... oh.... God, that feels good.... yeah.... just like that.... yeah.... right there.... yeah..... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhh.... holy shit, mom.... yeeeeaaahhhhh.... hmmmmmm...”

My climax was so intense, I thought my legs might buckle... but they managed to hold me up as I rocked ...