duties i love to do - Sex Stories

duties i love to do

... often. "Very well, Bradley, if you won't come to me ... " she sighed, walking to his bed and laying on her back. Without a word, Brad's mom lashed out with her sneakered feet, hooked the back of his head, and mashed his face into the dripping sweat-snatch, lacing her iron thighs around his ears and scissoring him deeply into her wet cunny, locking up her socked feet and resting them on his back. Brad's entire head was lost in his mom's thighs, and not that she had big thighs but when in full scissoring action as they were now, they bulked up considerably and thickened to hide all but his eyes, which were being brushed shut by the bush of her cunt. Brad licked and sniffed and chewed and sucked his mother's tireless pussy, and as much part of his oral satisfaction of his insatiable mom as his proficiency at cunnilingus was, was his mother's equal parts hip-snapping, thigh-throbbing, cunt-whipping action on his face. She was a grinder, she loved to press her pussy on hard things and grind her way to orgasm, and often would ride the corner of the vibrating washing machine in the basement, or the handle of the lawn mower, which was quite a sight for the neighbors. And this morning, as in many others, she was grinding her son's face in her hairy maw, grinding her clit against his mouth, his teeth, his gums, grinding her wet, nasty, cheesy sex all over his face. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it, that's it ... unh!! Unh!! UNH!!!!" she screamed, scissoring down in those muscular ...

... middle-aged legs so hard the thighs quivered in orgasmic throbbing, her calves snapped out straight and she poured so much pressure into her cumming scissorlock she knocked him out cold. It wasn't the first time. She slowly undid her iron legs from his head and laughed as he snorted, snored and finally came around. "Shit, mom, do you have to cum so hard?" he groused, sitting up and rubbing his ears, blowing his nose on a corner of the sheet to get his mom's smell out. "Geez, you could shower before we ... before YOU do this to me ... " "Uh-uh, Bradley darling, that's half the fun, no that's all the fun, getting you to lick clean Mommy's nasty cunny," his mom cooed, sitting up to lay him on his back. "Now shut up and give mommy her morning cream!" Brad shut his eyes and felt his mother's hot mouth envelop his throbbing cock, starting with sucking the plum-sized knob and then gobbling it slowly down, her tongue lashing the thick prick like a velvet whip, until all nine gloriously hard inches were lodged in her sucking face, the tip in her throat where her amazing gullet muscles worked the sensitive head, milking it, chewing it. She worked his nuts, too, those huge, hairless bloated bags of spunk, kneading the meat of them in both hands, one in each, pulling them apart and caressing, squeezing, coaxing the load out. Brad couldn't fight it, never could, his mom's mouth was too nuclear hot, too smooth and creamy and fucking amazing for him to fight it, and within two minutes he was blasting ...