Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... face, kissing his lips tenderly. Mitchell sighed again, his arms outstretched, trying to go back to sleep. Their warm, nearly nude, bodies felt great against his. He tried not to think about it, focusing on going back to sleep. He slowly brought his hands to their lower backs, feeling their warmth, pulling them in closer. He looked to Lisa on his left; she was already asleep, thanks to the wine. He turned to look at his mother on his right. She was staring into his eyes. Perhaps it was the moonlight bouncing off her face, her big blue eyes reflecting it, her full lips curling into a small smile, in that moment the only word on Mitchell’s mind was “beautiful.” He slowly started moving his hand up and down her back, never looking away from her eyes. He wished things had been better between them so that now he would actually want to be around her. Mitchell was shaken by his trance with Lisa starting snoring lightly. He looked back to his mother, she smiled. Megan brought a thumb to his lips, gently swiping it across them before giving them a goodnight kiss. She smiled again and rolled over to her other side. “I hope she moves out soon,” Mitchell thought, his spine left tingling from the kiss. ********* It was the night of Mitchell’s high school graduation. Megan slinked out of her bed, nude, after uneventful and quick sex with her husband. She rarely achieved orgasm with him, only giving him sex once or twice every few months. It was always boring. She never felt pleasure from ...

... him. He wasn’t into foreplay either. Megan put on her thin robe and slowly walked down the hallway, briefly entertaining the idea of infidelity, when she heard a noise – a moan. She peeped into Mitchell’s room, he wasn’t in there. Making her way to the living room, looking out the sliding glass door that led to the pool, she found Mitchell. He wasn’t alone. She didn’t know the girl, but she was one of Mitchell’s classmates at school. Mitchell was sitting in the shallow end of the swimming pool and the girl was bouncing wildly on his cock. Megan tried to look away but she couldn’t. She watched Mitchell grin, grabbing the girl’s perky little tits when she flung her head back, cumming once more, and buck his hips upward into her. The girl tried to be quiet but was failing. The look on her face of orgasmic bliss was evident of how well she was enjoying Mitchell. Megan slowly started to undo her robe. Mitchell stood, taking the girl with him, and began pumping upward into her once more. She was shaking, moaning, and cumming. Megan slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, not taking her eyes off her son, watching him fuck. Mitchell grunted and worked the girl from behind next - her tits jiggled, Mitchell slapping her ass, her mouth hanging open. Megan watched, plunging her fingers deep into her pussy, moaning in the living room. “I’m cumming!” the girl cried out, failing to be quiet. “Yes! Cum for me!” Mitchell ordered the girl. “I will,” Megan whispered from ...