Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... headboard and pillows. Reaching behind to steady herself, Megan rested her hand on the headboard, watching her son above her take her like an animal, slamming his own bed into the wall. Another orgasm was building, this time for both of them. “Give that fucking cum!” she commanded Mitchell. Several minutes later, an exhausted Mitchell starting climaxing along with his mother, “Here it comes! Take it, you bitch!” His cock erupted, exploding, filling her quivering pussy with semen, “Ahhhh!” Megan cried out. “I’m your Queen Bitch!” Mitchell groaned, staring into her blue eyes, his cock spurting semen in her. Finally he was done, exhausted, sweaty, collapsing on top of his mother. She ran her hands through his hair, her legs going limp, loosening their tight hold from around his waist. With eyes half closed, she smiled, catching her breath. Mitchell rolled off her a few minutes later, lying on his side, facing away from his mother. Megan smiled, curling up behind him, running her hands slowly up and down his back. “What have I done?” Mitchell thought to himself. Filled with shame and more confusion, sleep finally caught up with him. He woke the next morning alone in bed - the smell of bacon guiding him to the kitchen. He put on some clothes, making his way to the source. He saw his mother wearing her long, white t-shirt, reaching up to grab something out of the cabinet. The shirt came up, exposing her bare ass. Mitchell looked away, the memories from the previous night ...

... returning. “Hi baby!” His mother cheerily said, handing him a plate of bacon and eggs. He sat across from her at a small table in the kitchen, eating silently. Afterward, he nodded solemnly at her, thanking her for breakfast, then went back to his room. He put on some shoes and left the house. He walked for hours along the beach, thinking about how he felt, knowing how she felt, attempting to make sense of it all. He found a place to eat for lunch, sitting alone, he got a text from his mother saying that Lisa was coming by to take her shopping; she would be back later that evening. He arrived shortly before she did. Mitchell sat alone in his room at his computer, while his mother fixed dinner. She was humming to herself, occasionally laughing at something on the TV. “Dinner’s ready!” she called out to him. Mitchell avoided looking at her. He quietly ate his meal while his mother talked about her day. She went shopping and Lisa took her by a new spa that had opened in Malibu. Megan apparently landed a job interview with them in a few days. Mitchell nodded, thinking that she’d move out soon – except now he didn’t want her to. He tried to sleep but couldn’t. She was watching a funny movie in the other room. He never remembered her laughing so much as she did in the last 24 hours. Finally the muffled sounds from the TV stopped; the house was quiet, save for the sound of the shower his mother was taking. A little later, still attempting to sleep, Mitchell heard his bedroom door open. He ...