The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... pair, his large fists digging into the soft bedding to keep him above her, his battering ram massaging his mother's soft walls. The woman consumed her beau, her strong pelvic muscles and abs powering her void to suctioning, blitzing the staff inside her with powerful Kegels, rubbing and caressing every inch inside of her. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes eager to surrender to his impossible masculinity, her small hands pushing against his chest to control his assault, her quim milking her son's inflamed pipe. Her eyes flutter and legs shake when he bumps her special places. She squeals and her fingernails dig into his chest. Over the next half-an-hour, the pleasure within her, exhorted by prolonged abstinence, pulses fast and hard. Her orgasms batter her long and unexpectedly. Some make her cry, but her son never lets up; by the next orgasm, she's thankful for him knowing better. She sweats, squirts, claws, kicks, shrieks, and screams out a month's worth of sexual frustration.He relishes these moments with a smile, of his longstanding memory of filial conquest again becoming a reality. Yet, he is sparring with no teenage girl; her exquisite embrace, coupled with a month of maternal neglect and his previous hour of stimulation, increasingly stir his stable panting into unsure growls of pleasure. His testicles begin to rise, their now capacious crop simmering with the excitement of impending release. "Ugh... mommm," he groaned. His sweat dripped from a tan, bulging chest, ...

... mixing with hers before running down in rivulets on her alabaster skin. Very savvy in her son's sexual cues, Kristen knew that her teenager was about to erupt. She pushed him out. His face filled with legitimate panic as he desperately resought her embrace. She reached down, gently pressing her nails into his painfully swollen nutsack. The pain and pleasure make him reel, snapping him out of his savage instincts. "I don't want to waste it in a condom. Come here, baby." Her tender, maternal tone made the good boy in him obey without reservation. He kneed forward until his pussy spreader lay in reach of her mouth and breasts. She removed the condom, squeezing its collection of lubricant on to her chest, his from within, hers from without. Before her, a piteously purple mushroom wept and throbbed with unimaginable need. She grasped it within her breasts, quickly coating it in her makeshift lubricant. In the meanwhile, she tenderly kissed the tip, making it spritz a dollop of clear juice onto her lips. She cooed, "Aww my poor babyyy. So big and purple - you must need relief bad." He groaned affirmatively, her ministrations already providing said need. He barely registered her tossing the empty rubber into the trash. "Did you miss mommy's big, soft breasts?" "Godddd yessss." Kristen missed tending to her son. She missed him needing her. "Just relax, sweetheart. Let mommy empty your big, tender balls." Garrett felt her fingers lovingly cajoling his pouch. With the added encouragement ...