Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... or that, but you can’t text me to let me know you’re ok and will be home soon?” Mitchell yelled. “Calm down,” his mother started to say. “No. I am not your babysitter. You go out. You do nothing all day. When are you going to start looking for a job? Huh?” Mitchell sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sick of this.” “Baby, please, it’s ok,” Megan said, smiling. “No,” Mitchell moved away from her. “I’m going back to bed. I would suggest you don’t go out to the hot tub. Don’t go out to the beach. If you get arrested for walking around naked, I’m not bailing you out.” Mitchell slammed the door to his room. Megan remained in the living room, smiling, thinking about how much he reminded him of her, a glimmer of hope in her heart. ********* Mitchell rarely came home from college. It was usually during Christmas break and summer break. During that time he hung out with his stepdad or worked a part time job. Megan was too sad to spend much time with him. She was done arguing with him, fussing at him; she accepted that her unnatural love for him was never going away. She thought about divorce during his college years. She felt no love toward her husband. Megan couldn’t just divorce him, hoping her son would change and feel the same what about her that she did about him. She suffered alone, unsure of what to do. It was Mitchell’s final Christmas break from college during his senior year. Megan had to take the edge off. Mitchell would be home in a few hours. His stepfather went to pick him ...

... up from the airport. At home, Mitchell’s bed creaked and slammed into the wall. A mountable dildo was mounted on the headboard. Megan clutched his pillow tightly against her body. She was glistening with sweat, having been on all fours on his bed, for the last hour and a half, slamming herself into the dildo, smelling Mitchell’s pillow and one of his t-shirts. “Ahh, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she pretended to tell her son, another orgasm building up. She had lost count of how many she had. When this final one exploded and coursed through her body, she collapsed on his bed, moaning, whispering about how much she loved Mitchell. He would be home soon. Sadness set in, knowing they would probably hardly talk. Mitchell couldn’t stand her and she knew her love was unrequited. In the shower, she brought herself another orgasm, her moans echoing in the bathroom. ********* Jordan finally had some time available for Mitchell the upcoming weekend. Ignoring his mother, assuming she would be hanging out with Lisa, he went to Jordan’s. As Mitchell pummeled Jordan from behind Saturday night, he was unable to shake the image of Megan’s naked body, her moonlight face, and her sensual kisses she had been giving him. “Ahh, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jordan cried out, another orgasm building up. Mitchell squeezed her breasts from behind, his eyes closed, Jordan’s moans replaced with his mother’s from her night in the hot tub. When he ejaculated in Jordan, he kept thrusting, thrusting until he grew ...