The Battered Lamp Chapter Seventeen: The Decision of the Mother - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Seventeen: The Decision of the Mother

... had nursed on these as a child, and now he was nursing again. She moaned, cradling him. “That's it. Love Mommy's tits. How I missed nursing you and your sister.” His hands slid down to shove the bottoms of her sweatpants off her hips, the loose material sliding to the floor, and he squeezed her panty-covered ass. She was plump and wonderful, groaning as he sucked and kneaded her. His fingers dipped into her panties, touching the bare flesh of his mother's ass. “I need it,” she groaned, pushing away from him. “I need a man so bad! I miss him, Kyle.” “I know,” he whispered. She touched his face. “You look so much like him. Just as handsome.” “And you're gorgeous, Mom!” Their lips met again, her hands pushing beneath his short to run across the muscles of his stomach and chest, then she dipped down to his jeans, fumbling at the button, pushing inside his boxers to grip his hard cock, stroking him, her thumb running across the tip of his cock. “Fuck me, Kyle,” she moaned, pulling his cock out. “Fuck your naughty mother!” He ripped off his shirt. “I'm going to, Mom.” She shuddered, falling down onto her bed, her lovely breasts jiggling, her lithe legs stretching. He pushed his boxers and pants down, his cock pointing ahead, straight at her pussy. He reached out, sliding down her lithe legs to her cream panties, pulling them down her legs. He could smell her tart arousal, similar to Fatima's musk but stronger. Her pussy was surrounded by a forest of silky-black hair, her pussy ...

... pink and inviting. He lowered his face, licking through his mother's slit, savoring the taste of her. He dived back in, exploring every part of her. “Oh, Kyle! You've been practicing. So good!” Her thighs tightened about his cheeks as his tongue probed her deep hole, his nose nuzzling against her clit. Her body shook, her hands pulling his head tight against her pussy. “So good! It's been so long since anyone touched me down there! Oh, Kyle! Yes, yes, yes!” Her hand shoved him tight against her pussy. Her hips bucked, smearing her tasty cunt across his lips. He drank the flood of her climax down, savoring every tart drop. He was smothered by her motherly love. “Fuck me!” she moaned. “I need your cock! I need my son's big cock inside me! Mommy's been so horny! Give it to me!” He rose up, his cock throbbing, and crawled up her body. He buried his face between her tits as her hips humped him, rubbing her hot pussy against his stomach. Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him up until his cock nudged her pussy lips. She kissed him, moaning into his lips as he reached down to guide himself into her hole. He teased her pussy, then dove into her. She was so hot and wet. And it struck him. He was born from her. This was his mother's pussy he was fucking. His hips pumped as they kissed, driving his cock in and out of the most taboo hole he could possibly fuck. His mother was hot and wonderful, her hips writhing, her cunt squeezing about him. He was lost to the sensuality of her ...