The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... immediately identified her son's vociferations, although his patient grunts and heavy breathing belied a level of investment far below what she was accustomed to. Perhaps he just seemed muted relative to his partner's clamorous, piercing squawking. Whoever the bitch was, she was young and she clearly couldn't handle Kristen's personally trained stud. At the top of the stairs, Kristen saw that her son's door was wide open. Mouth dry and heart fluttering, Kristen's toes curled as she placed step after silent step on the creak-prone wooden floor. Practically, the sheer volume of caterwauling within the small bedroom rendered her stealth largely optional. Within a minute, her shoulder hugged the wall besides Garrett's door, and she slowly leaned forward to investigate. Her head soon tracked the scene into her view, and the contents of the picture overwhelmed her sight. In center frame, a gargantuan, V-shaped, male back sweated and rippled with dedicated motion. Small, female feet peeked out from the background, the multi-colored painting on the toes visible from their intense clenching. Below, an elephantine, pale billy club, wrapped scantily with translucent black latex, walloped a tiny, pink snatch, its unyielding rigidity circumscribed by unraveling softness. His large hands clutched her skinny thighs, spreading them as wide as possible, opening her completely to his mercy. Garrett's thumping, muscular ass, the driving engine of the youthful fornication, took no mercy on the ...

... willing co-ed; at a breakneck pace, it pulled out the shaft until only the swollen glans remained inside, and then jammed the fleshy colossus back into the tiny cavern as far as possible. At the end of the occasional downstroke, even after bottoming out, with several inches of cock still outside, Garrett kept pushing and rotating his hips; the move made his mom dizzy and his girlfriend shriek. Frothy, white lubricating fluid streamed out of the frantic, snug union, spilling onto the disheveled red sheets as Garrett steadily pulverized the little girl, her lanky haunches and bony thighs shaking from the drubbing.Having experienced Garrett's special ability to pack a woman to overflowing, Kristen angrily envied the mewling girl. However, the knowledge that so much of her son's endowment was wasted on the little waif brought a dark revel to her heart; only a mother could take all of her baby boy. "Gahh- RETT! Aaah!! Yo- you're gonna... make meeeee..."the adult girl squeaked, her small hands clutching her lover's massive arms. "I know. Just let go," Garrett muttered. Kristen knew her son was no stranger to a woman's impending orgasm. She watched with wide eyes as her ex-lover continued his steadfast trouncing until the teen beneath him screamed piteously, clawed at her tormentor's back, and flexed her toes. Garrett withdrew, the suction from the removal of his mighty scepter causing the ravaged girl's pussy to evict a quantity of fluid that soaked the bed. Although transfixed by ...