Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... Andrew hard as she could. ********* Mitchell glared at his mother, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Megan was tearing up, she wanted him so badly, she slapped him again. He looked to the floor, shocked, mouth hanging open. His mother grabbed his face, pulling it to meet hers, and kissed him as hard as she could. She pushed him away, out of breath; they stared into each other’s blue eyes. Mitchell grabbed her face, bringing it to his own, and kissed her just as hard in return. Chapter 10 Mitchell slammed his mother against the wall, kissing her again, even harder than before. Megan grabbed his head, holding him place, kissing in return. Their mouths were glued to each other, their eyes closed, Megan up against the wall. She pulled at her son’s hair; Mitchell didn’t budge, kissing her passionately. She clawed at his neck, no change. She punched his shoulder. Mitchell broke the kiss allowing his mother to push him away. Megan removed her t-shirt, throwing it across the room, revealing her naked upper body. “Fuck me!” She growled at Mitchell, lunging at him, jumping into his arms. He caught her by her ass, her legs wrapping around him, slamming her back against the wall, kissing and licking her neck. Pinning her against the wall, he fidgeted with his shorts with one hand, the other holding her up. Nibbling and sucking at her neck and mouth, he kicked his shorts and boxers off. Still holding her, he moved away from the wall, slamming her down on the couch, falling on ...

... top of her, kissing frantically. He sat up, quickly pulling her panties off, throwing them across the room, then doing the same with his shirt. Megan pulled him back on top of her, holding him tightly. “Do it,” she ordered him, glaring up at his face, holding his head. “Fuck me.” “I am,” he glared back, pushing her legs apart, guiding his cock into her waiting walls, impaling her. Slow, powerful thrusts, while staring into her face, Mitchell grunted and took her. Megan moaned with each stab of Mitchell’s cock. A few moments later, he sat up, taking her with him, making his way to his bedroom. Throwing some books off a shelf in his room, he sat his mother on the top one, grabbing her hands, pinning her arms against the wall behind her and began mercilessly slamming into her. “Yes! Yes!” Megan screamed. “Come on! Cum for me!” He yelled back. That was all it took to send her over the edge. The man she had been lusting after for years, the man she had fallen in love with to demand her to cum for him caused her eyes to roll in the back of her head and her body to shake with orgasmic pleasure. “Ahh Mitchell!” She cried out, staring into his eyes. This was real. This wasn’t a dildo she had mounted to his bed; it was really him fucking her. And her son wasn’t done yet. Mitchell gripped her butt, backed away from the wall and slammed her onto his bed. “Yes! Take it!” He yelled with each powerful thrust. He kept going and going, pushing her big-breasted, little body, all the way to the ...