Juicy J - Sex Stories

Juicy J

... this bikini. You look great in it,” Effren said, holding her against him. “Thank you,” his mother said, kissing lips. “No, thank you,” He said. “For what?” “For wearing this and showing me how incredibly sexy you are,” Effren answered. Jessica moaned, planting another long, slow kiss on his lips. Effren sat up, his mother straddling him once more, “Today has been a great day with you.” “Tonight will be even better,” she replied, kissing him once more. *** Effren’s mouth dropped when he saw his mother. She was wearing a black, spaghetti strapped, open cleavage dress that came down mid-thigh. He felt slightly underdressed in his tucked in dress shirt and black pants. Her hair was down, slightly curled, and her makeup was just as sexy as it is in some of her shows. He couldn’t help but think he was taking Juicy J out on a date. It was certainly a date too. Nothing about it felt platonic. The way they held hands, the way they sat on the same side of the booth, the way his arm was around her, pulling her against him, her hand resting on his thigh and the way they shared desert along with several sweet kisses during the night. After dinner, Jessica drove. Effren thought the night was over, he was mistaken. His mother took him to a club in downtown Los Angeles. He was old enough to get in, but obviously couldn’t buy alcohol. It was some sort of rave club; lasers, strobes, and techno music, flooded his senses. Before Effren could nervously back out, his mother pulled him onto the ...

... dance floor. “It’s just you and me baby, no one else is here,” She told him over the loud music. Effren nodded, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close to him. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, their foreheads inches from the other. Effren took one last look around the crowded, busy, dance floor seeing that everyone there was in their own little world. No one was looking at them or paying attention to what they were doing. He grinned, turning back to face his mother, grabbing her left leg her brought it up around his waist. Jessica grabbed his face as they danced; staring into each other’s eyes, practically dry humping each other. Several songs later and he turned her around. Jessica closed her eyes, her butt grinding against Effren’s crotch, feeling an erection. He wrapped his hands around her stomach, pulling her back against him. He placed one hand on her neck, turning her head so he could plant several kisses along her neck. “You’re so sexy,” He said into her ear, then kissed her shoulder. His mother turned around, flung her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. It wasn’t a five or 10 second kiss; it was a much longer one, Jessica moaning as her tongue grazed his bottom lip. When it finally ended, she spoke up, “Let’s go home.” *** They were silent on the way home. Effren drove, resting his hand on her thigh, Jessica smiling down at it, caressing it with her own. He couldn’t wipe the smug smile off his face if he wanted to. He knew where this night ...