The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... preparing to enter her in simple, but practiced, perfected, familiar missionary. Yet he felt her hand on his left shoulder, their well-established gesture of veto. "W-wait... I wanna see it go in," Kristen sighed. Garrett's lust-glazed eyes cleared to consider her request. Kristen blushed, "I was... watching you with that girl earlier... and watching you fill her was... fun. So I wanna see..." She watched his eyebrows rise, likely in surprise to his mother's voyeurism. His gaze drifted away shortly, and for a moment it seemed that he was lost in thought. "Sweetie? Is everythi-" Kristen was abruptly interrupted as her lover got onto his knees and began to wordlessly reposition her. He climbed back off the bed, pulling her with him until her buttocks graced the edge of the bed. She watched as he pulled her legs high into the air and pushed them back against her torso. With a commanding voice that made her shiver, he muttered, "Hold your legs back." Mother obeyed placidly, curling her hands around her large thighs, hooking her legs back; through the V of her legs, she relished the long-denied, once-familiar sight of her son in between her legs. Her eyes traced his wide, sculpted thighs, tense from his posture; his hard, toned abdomen, rippling with his slow breaths; his massive, flat chest, dusted with a light fuzz of hair; and his flared lats and bulging shoulders, flexed from his hunched posture. Below, the glistening, black cane of his colossal penis hung intimidatingly ...

... between his legs, prepared to violate her most sacred treasure. "Baby..." she whispered. He met her eyes, hypnotized by her tone. "Fuck me." Kristen watched as he complied without question, placing the meaty tip of his spear against her opening and driving his hips forward. As the massive plum disappeared inside her, the pressure within her slowly rose. Soon, Garrett found himself pushing harder than he had in their years of mating. "Garrett!" He heard his mother gasp his name as the crown of the enormous glans finally went in, the requisite pressure driving in a portion of the slightly thinner shaft before her he could readjust his driving momentum. He felt her hand jerk to his abdomen, likely a defensive reaction to the invasion within her. Yet, the boy, reckless with need, did not hesitate in his determined descent. He drove forward with steady force, his arms flexed and his brow knit with effort. The familiar sensations of his mother's nearly involuntary, but expert muscular caresses on his tender pipe flooded his pelvis with waves of pleasure, making his eyes roll into the back of the head. "Christtt..." Kristen barely registered his growl of delight, her eyes wide with grotesque curiosity as she watched her offspring's pudgy truncheon invade her sanctuary; whenever he withdrew slightly to readjust his angle of entry, his breadth would cause her pink folds to unravel, like a glove being turned inside out. Beads of sweat stung her eyes as she intermittently gritted her teeth ...