Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... “Let’s go home Mitchell,” the woman said to him. “Huh?” He replied in a drunken stupor. “Home. I’ll drive,” his mother said, caressing his face when the song ended. “Oh, right,” Mitchell said, realizing he had been dancing with her the whole time. The room spun. He, with her help, made his way to the exit and then to his car. A little later Mitchell plopped down on his couch, his mother pouring herself some wine, then straddling him. “Let’s go to the beach, baby,” She said, taking a huge gulp. “No, no, don’t want to,” Mitchell slurred. “You don’t want to do anything, do you,” Megan feigned annoyance with him, putting her hands on her hips. “Nah. We can go to the pool,” Mitchell suggested instead. “Great idea,” Megan downed her wine, getting off Mitchell and removed her dress, revealing a strapless bra and a thong. With his world still spinning, he watched his mother swim toward him. “Hey there, baby,” she said, planting a kiss on his lips. “What’s with this baby talk?” Mitchell asked. “That’s what you are, my baby,” his mother said, kissing his cheek. “Mmmm, I see,” Mitchell chuckled softly. “Sorry for grabbing your butt.” “I was the one that put your hands there,” his mother replied, another kiss on his other cheek. “Yeah.” “Like this,” Megan said, grabbing his hands under the water, guiding them to her thong-covered butt. “Mmhmm. You’re a beautiful woman, you know that?” Mitchell asked. Megan didn’t answer. Instead, she kissed him on his lips, his hands squeezing her butt. ...

... “You ever come out here skinny dipping?” “Nah. I’m in my boxers, so that’s the closest I’ve ever come to doing it.” “We should some time. You and me.” “Ha, yeah right.” “You have a nice body,” She said, kissing his neck. “So do you.” “Do you like that? The kisses?” Megan asked, kissing his neck a few more times. “Yeah but I think I need to go,” Mitchell said, the alcohol’s effect wearing off. He gently pushed her off him and started to leave. “Aww, please? Just a little longer with me,” his mother pleaded. “Sorry, gotta go,” Mitchell said, stumbling out of the pool. Megan grinned watching him stumble into his condo. She waited a few seconds and followed him, pulling at her thong when she climbed out of the pool. She tackled him on this his bed, still wet, both of them laughing. Mitchell rolled onto his back. His mother’s strapless bra accidently slid down from their horseplay causing her tits to pop out. Lying down on Mitchell, smiling at him, he was unaware of her bra issue. “Get off me,” he slurred, a goofy smile on his face. Megan didn’t move, looking into his eyes, smiling just as goofy. Mitchell grew sleepier by the second. He ran his hands up her back, hitting the bra strap. Megan reached around and undid it, flinging her bra the floor. Mitchell moaned, running his fingers up her bare back, her tits smashing into his chest. “Sadly, I’m having trouble staying awake,” Mitchell said, the room still spinning. “Goodnight.” He closed his eyes, his hands stopped caressing her. ...