The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... from his wife's body mixing with his son's. Flushed, pale and shiny, tanned skin slapping together. The pink welts covering his wife's buttocks. The red lipstick on his son's chest, and the redder scratches on his son's back. The frothy fluid coursing down his son's taint and joining the large wet-stain on the bed. The knocked-over trash can, filled with a mound of used condoms bulging with their contents. Suddenly, his son released his mother's tits from his mouth and folded his knees, raising his hips up. He grasped her hips in his large hands and thrust deep. His mother gasped, her eyes opening to meet his. The look of need and submission that Kristen offered to her son was one that Doug couldn't even remember. "Who owns you?" he muttered, before he began pile driving his mother from below as fast as he could. Doug had always been too busy to attend his son's football games - he now saw firsthand the athleticism that other fathers had praised him for instilling in his son. Kristen barely held on for the ride, her jaw clenched and her face contorted from the brutal pounding she took below. Her arms began to fail, and her head slowly lowered onto Garrett's chest. It looked like she was going to cry. She did. "GARREETTTT!!" His wife yelled and hollered, louder than she had even whilst delivering the boy, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands scratching his skin and clawing the bedspread. Meanwhile, his son smirked as he made his dear old mommy cum for the umpteenth time that ...

... day, his rapid cock-walloping continuing seemingly effortlessly. Soon her hips flew off the boy's penis, her overstimulated pussy expelling the rubber-covered dong and soaking it with a large volume of frothy, whitish fluid. Even disconnected, she continued to shake, lying completely flat on her son's muscular torso. He kissed her hair and lovingly ran his fingers through her blond tresses. When she woke from her daze, she began laying kisses on the boy's chest, working up his neck, and settling at his lips. After a wet, breathtaking, tongue-tiring embrace, she looked down at him, and whispered, "I love you. Only you." If she meant that for Garrett's ears only, she had failed. The last of Doug's insides died as he watched his son tenderly reiterate her vows of love, and then wordlessly began rutting with his mother again. He retired from the scene, heading to the master bedroom. He was confident they had neither seen nor heard him, and he wasn't even trying to hide. "Anh!! Here we go AGAINN!!" He heard Kristen yell as he sat down at his bedroom desk, placing the petunias by the faint light of the window. Outside, it had begun to rain. Doug hadn't even registered the pitter patter on the roof. Normally, he loved rain - the sensation, the smell, the mood - it reminded him of reading his favorite comic books on his balcony during his college days in Washington. He opened the window. "Drill meeee!! Oh you big beautiful BOYYYYYYY!!" As Doug learned what it actually sounded when his ...