The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... widening with incredulous discovery, her head nudged forward by the ambitious teenage hand on the back of her head, her gag reflex sorely tested, her large teats lubricated with an oily river of teenage precum. A skirt hiked up past creamy thighs. Motherly calves stroking her boy's strong shoulders. A teacher flooding the mouth of her best student with her amply flowing honey. A son's eyes shut by his loving mother scratching his glans to sublime ecstasy with her long, painted nails. A mother's eyes wide at her horny son gorging her experienced pussy to virgin levels of stretch with his thick, pale truncheon. Incestuous screams announcing midnight. Warm maternal jus spraying onto a squat teenage pestle. Potent teenage cream spilling out of a distended maternal basin. Garrett's disappointment at his quick release. Kristen's delight at his quick recovery. Leading her son up the stairs, his cock in her hand. Folding his mother on her marital bed, her legs on his shoulders. A trembling colt growing into a glistening stallion. A cooing mare remembering how to be a shrieking filly. 1 AM. Stuffed full, ass up, face down. 4 AM. Elbows locked, hips undulating, riding cowgirl. 8 AM. Legs up in the air, toes curled, breath a scream. Noon- "Kristen?" Her eyes flashed open. Doug had stopped moving and was looking at her, concerned. "Huh? What is it?" "Your face... I've never seen it like that." "Oh uh, you're just making me feel so good." "Well, it's sexy, so I'm glad. Ugh I'm glad you're ...

... close honey, cause... baby I'm almost there," he groaned, resuming his thrusts. "O- oh yeah... yeah I'm close," she covered, aware that his efforts did nothing to scratch the now-aching tingling deep inside her. Doug seemed to buy it, "Yeah, I can tell - you're dripping wet now." "All for you, Doug." "Aww yeahhh... *huff* c-come with me b-baby." "Oh yeah Doug - that feels so good. I'm so close, baby." "I'MMM OGGHHHHH!" Doug bellowed. Kristen followed with her best performance. "Me too! Oh Doug!" Doug gasped and wheezed, falling atop his wife's body. Their soft flesh pressed together in warm embrace. He kissed her after regaining his breath, and rolled beside her, his limp pecker wrinkled and wet under his potbelly. In all their years of marriage, he had never worn a condom; the pair was never blessed with fertility. Once this was a source of concern - it took nearly a year of semi-regular procreation before their son miraculously took root one day - but was now a perquisite. He turned and looked at his wife. Even in the dim light, she was unbelievably lovely. Her curly blonde hair, slightly messy from their relations, framed her aged, but still very pretty face. Her slender neck gave way to her enormous bosom, which had somehow grown larger with the years, and her pale stomach, which had remained the same size from rigorous diet and exercises. The same care had kept her substantial hips, buttocks, thighs, and calves impressively taut for her age. Euphoric from his climax and ...