Working Out with Mom - Sex Stories

Working Out with Mom

... works?" she asked. "Now, you have to do me."

"Sure, mom."

Mom lay on her back. I put her hamstring on my shoulder, and pressed down with my weight. I put my other hand on her thigh to keep it on the floor. Mom was very flexible, too; I was almost lying on top of her. Mom had her eyes closed, and had a strained look on her face, as her leg was hoisted up, pressing against her chest.

"Ahhh, yeah, that feels good, sweetie. Mommy needed this." Mom urged me, "I can take a bit more, push a little harder."

I pushed mom's leg up, so her knee was almost touching her ear. As I leaned into her, I felt my dick press against her pussy.

"Ahhh, yes that's it, sweetie." She nearly moaned, "Mmmm, that's good, right there, mmm, that's the spot... right there." She somewhat recovered, "Okay, same thing on the other side."

I switched legs on mom, raising her other leg up and putting my hand really high up on her thigh. I leaned into the stretch.

"Ohhh, you make mommy feel so good, sweetie. Little deeper with this one."

I was pretty much lying on top of mom, and my cock started to get stiffer; she had to have noticed it pressing against her pussy. As I leaned into mom, it felt like she ground her hips up into me, rubbing herself against my semi-hard cock.

"Mmmm, yesss, a little harder, baby; mommy can take it," she sighed.

I pushed deeper into the stretch, and flexed my hips as I did. She flexed her hips upward to meet my thrust. Mom then reached her hand around to ...

... my lower back, pulling me in harder against herself.

Yes, ahhh, you're doing that so good for mommy, baby. Mmmm, it feels so good," she said.

There was no mistaking that my cock was rock hard then, and I thrust against mom again. And she, again, met my thrust with one of her own.

I asked her, "That feel good, mom?"

"Oh yes, baby, that feels so good. Keep doing that."

Each time I rocked my hips into mom, my cock pressed against her pussy and she let out a moan.

"Mmmm, yes, baby. Mmmm, such a good boy for mommy."

I let go of mom's leg, but kept grinding my hip into her. Mom then opened her eyes and we stared at each other. Mother and son grinding into each other on the living room floor. We continued to look into each other's eyes, as I lowered my head and our lips met with an electric French kiss. Mom's hands immediately slid down my back, and she put her hands under my shorts, cupping my ass cheeks, pulling me in. We continued to grind against each other, our tongues massaging each other's, as our kisses and breathing got heavier. We came up for air; we were both out of breath. I began to kiss mom's neck, as she held on to me squeezing my ass.

Mom breathed out, "Ah, ah, oh god! Oh fuck, fuck, baby! Baby, we shouldn't be doing this. Ohhh, shit! Oh my god, sweetie! We can't, oh sweetie, oh god!"

I kissed mom again, as our tongues wrestled with each other's, and her nails dug into my ass, pulling me in again. We broke our kiss, breathing heavily.

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