Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... watched his mother stand at the end of the bed, her profile a silhouette from the moonlight. She took off her shirt, ran her hands through her long hair, Mitchell admiring her breasts. She turned and slowly climbed on to his bed. She gently tugged at his shorts, pulling them down, throwing them off. She began kissing his thighs, her breasts dragging across his knees. She made her way to his cock, kissing it gingerly, waking it up. She licked it, nuzzled it, taking it into her mouth as if she had been doing that to him for years – perhaps she had been, in her mind. Mitchell was fully hard. In his dark room, he could barely see her straddle him and guide his cock into her. When he was all the way inside her, his mother came to rest on top of him, kissing his neck, playing with his hair. “I love you,” she whispered. “I’ve loved you like this for a long time.” Megan began slowly grinding into him, dragging her engorged clit across his lower abdomen. Mitchell closed his eyes, breathing slowly, feeling her warm body on top of his, listening to her sweet moans as she made love to him. “Oh Mitchell,” she whispered again, breathing heavily in his ear, “how long I’ve wanted this.” Mitchell ran his hands up and down her bare back, bringing one hand into her thick mane. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Mitchell turned his face and did as he was told. He kissed her slowly, sensually on the mouth, both of them moaning. Their tongues met for the first time, swirling around each other, while Megan ...

... continued to grind into him. “All those years I fussed and scolded you. Deep down I was in love you,” Megan explained. “I tried to hide it, to bury it. I divorced your stepfather, thinking that coming out here would be one last shot to be with you.” It made sense to Mitchell now. He had been mean to her in return, calming down and later showing her affection, just as she had. Breaking the kiss, Megan whispered once more to her son, “Cum for me, my baby.” “Mom,” Mitchell cried out with pleasure. “I’m not your mother anymore. I’m more than that now. I’m your everything,” She kissed him again, moaning, her own orgasm approaching. “Ahhh, I love you!” She cried out, her forehead resting on his now. “I love you too,” Mitchell paused, his balls tightening, “Megan.” The orgasmic flames spread throughout her body, consuming her, just as they did Mitchell. Both lovers were climaxing, holding each other, shaking with pleasure. Megan came to rest on top of Mitchell. He held her a long time, kissing her lips tenderly over and over, before he regained his strength. Sitting up, his cock awake once again, they made love, slowly, methodically until the moonlight in his room was replaced with sunlight. Chapter 11 Megan loved her new job. The clients were all very sweet to her. She bought a bike and rode it to and from Mitchell’s condo five days a week. They ate dinner together, made love all night, and occasionally hung out with Lisa on the weekends. Not as much, not staying out as late, but ...