The naughty f****y pt4 - Sex Stories

The naughty f****y pt4

... ecstatic delight until finally, he began to cum in my pussy as it tightened around his long shaft in orgasmic spasm. We passionately kissed as our mutual climax peaked and then slowly faded into sweet echoes of pleasurable memory, finally falling asl**p with the comforting knowledge that despite the dramatic and naughty changes in our lives, that our love was still strong and secure. I awoke near dawn finding everyone else still asl**p -- Jilly and her father curled up together, his face buried in her long, golden blonde hair with her arm and leg d****d possessively over his body. Scotty was curled up next to me, a sweet, angelic smile on his lips, making me wonder what he was dreaming of -- perhaps himself in the middle of a Star Wars adventure or perhaps dreaming of fucking his mother's brains out...or a mixture of both. I slipped from the bed trying not to giggle at the thought of Scotty bending me over, my hair done up in Princess Leia's buns and fucking me while he was dressed up like Darth Vader. I slipped from the bedroom and went to the hall bathroom for a shower so as not to wake everyone up. My body was a little sore and tender -- not in an entirely bad way, but more or less, that sweet ache one has after being fucked royally. I let the hot water pulse over my soapy body, afterimages of last night passing through my mind and feeling myself getting aroused all over again as I thought about how it felt to finally have my son back inside me -- shivering with wonder ...

... at the lovely cock my Scotty possessed and how it made me cum and him not a day from having lost his virginity. I finished up, feeling a tremble of lust ripple through me as I toweled off, remembering my son doing this the evening before and how good it felt when he'd dabbed the soft terry-cloth against my wet pussy. I was thinking along the lines of returning to bed and seeing if I could wake him up in the naughtiest way as I combed the tangles out of my hair. I emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me although it occurred to me that considering the current state of my f****y that such modesty was silly. I was padding back to my bedroom when I heard Scotty's door open. I turned to see my son standing there wearing a bed robe, belt tightly cinched around his waist. He looked at me bashfully and whispered, "Mom...can you come here, Mom?" I quickly reversed direction. "Scotty? How long have you been up? Why aren't you still in Momma's bed." He looked at me nervously, his hands wandering a bit in distress. When I approached, he remained in the doorway, blocking my entrance and I had a moment of deja-vu as I recalled his panicked appearance at his dorm room door just two days ago. "Mom...Mom..." I reached out and placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back into his room. "Scotty, what's wrong?" When he didn't answer, I slowly put my arms around his neck and guided his head down so that we could press our foreheads together. "Son, why don't you tell me ...