- What happens when mom and her boy shares bed?-01
- What happens when mom and her boy shares bed?- 02
“I think you’d do just fine.” He returned her smile. “My Mom’s mad blow job skills.”
“Honey, that was a quickie, I have skills that would make your head explode.”
She lay back down next to him, and hooking her foot under the sheet, drew her leg up to grab it and pull it up over their waists. She tugged her tank top down back over her breasts, and when she realized he hadn’t replied, looked over to him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking about what you said.” This time the smile was gone. “What did we just do?”
“We took care of each other.” Cathy shrugged. “And like I said, this is our little secret. We both needed something, we helped each other out, and now we are going to sleep.”
“We just forget about it?” His shrug was identical to hers. “I guess that’s what we have to do, right?”
“Right, now get some sleep. Long day of driving tomorrow. We’re trying to get to your aunts so we don’t have to risk another shithole like this.”
“You know, all of a sudden this place isn’t so bad.” He gave her a sweet smile. “Love you, Mom.”
“You say that to every woman who blows you?” She teased.
“No, just the ones who are really good at it.” He quipped. “But really, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself she could sleep after what just happened. Despite the orgasm she swore she was as horny as before they’d played. Giving head always made her horny, she should have gotten him off first, then he would have settled her down.
“You know,” Caesar spoke from beside her. “What we did made me feel closer to you, like we shared something even though it was wrong.”
He surprised her by reaching over and putting his hand over hers where she had them folded on her chest. “Only we can know about it, makes it kind of special.”
“Right, special.” Cathy replied, trying to sound tired. “Now we drop it, okay, honey?”
“Right, sorry, night mom.”
Cathy didn’t respond so the conversation wouldn’t keep going.
Because she knew damn well if it did, she might suck him hard and let him fuck her.
*****
“That’s it, baby, fuck me!” Cathy cried out, her nails digging into Ceasar’s shoulders as he lay between her legs, fucking her. “Come on, Caesar, be a good boy and give mommy what she needs!”
Cathy’s eyes flew open, and she released a frustrated sigh. That was the third time she’d nodded off, and all three times she’d dreamt of her and Ceasar fucking. Like the last two times she awoke to her heart racing, her nipples erect and her clit aching.
How could she be this goddamn horny? She knew the answer, she wanted more. When sex was good, Cathy always wanted more. There were weekends in their younger days where they only left the bed to use the bathroom and eat.
Those days, Cathy had felt as if she were drunk on sex, and every orgasm just made her crave another. She’d suck Reynold hard again and again until when he came only a couple of drops would dribble out and he’d moan that his balls hurt.
She felt that way now. That orgasm was so good she wanted another. No, she was kidding herself, there was only one thing she really wanted right now.
Her son’s cock inside her.
She looked over at Ceasar. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady, but he’d fooled her before. Cathy wiped at her sweaty face, their little taboo encounter had done nothing to cool down either the room or her body physically or sexually.
Caesar was sweating as well, his face and chest beaded with perspiration. Damn, he looked sexy. Cathy’s leg was against his and she felt the sweat between their legs and loved the feeling. But to be this sweaty they should have had the fun to earn it.
Fingering and a blow job weren’t that kind of sexy work out. Being this hot should be the result of some serious fucking. Cathy’s gaze trailed down his chest to his crotch. There was a prominent bulge under the sheet, meaning even in his sleep he was close to hard.
Was he dreaming of her? When he’d been talking before, they went to sleep had he been hoping they’d fuck? Cathy’s eyes lingered on the bulge. Before, she’d imagined he had a nice cock. Now that she knew it was indeed a damn fine cock, she wanted it even more.
She looked at the clock. One thirty am, and she’d only dozed fitfully, her raunchy dreams waking her up, and leaving her too wound up to really sleep. Cathy had never bothered putting her panties back on, and sliding her hand between her legs, touched her clit.
She moaned quietly as just that brief touch made her grind her hips into the bed. She took another look at the sheet over Caesar, thinking that right next to her was exactly what she needed. What she’d been needing for a year now.
She’d already let him shove his fingers in her cunt, and she’d sucked him dry, was sex really going to make things any worse? One way to find out.
“Fuck it.” Cathy said aloud, kicking the sheet off them.
She got off the bed and walking around to the foot of it, crawled up between Ceasar’s open legs. Remaining on her knees, she yanked his boxers down, causing his semi-hard cock to spring free. Even as Caesar, who was asleep this time, grumbled in confusion, Cathy lowered her head and sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Caesar moaned. “Mom, I thought…”
“I thought it wasn’t fair, you didn’t get a chance to watch before.” Cathy yanked his boxers further down his hips. “Get these fucking things off.” She hissed, stunned at the urgency in her voice.
She backed down the bed, pulling his underwear down his legs as she did. Caesar lifted his legs, and Cathy tugged his boxers from his feet, throwing them on the floor. She stretched out on her stomach and taking his now fully hard cock in her hand, rubbed it against her cheek.
“That better? Now you can see your big dick in your mom’s face.”
“That looks so good.” Caesar’s eyes were wide as Cathy turned her head and whacked his once again dripping cock against her face.
Sticking her tongue out, she slapped his heavy cock against it several times before running her tongue up and down both sides of his shaft. She moaned as she worked her soft pink flesh against his rigid flesh, and pushing his cock back, dipped her head and sucked on his balls.
“So good,” Caesar groaned as she sucked on each of his balls, then fluttered her tongue across them, bathing his sac with her tongue.
Cathy ran her tongue back up his shaft and took him between her lips once more. She bobbed her head, but slowly, letting him enjoy her mouth while she grew wetter by the second at the feeling of having her son in her mouth.
She released him, and rising to her knees, grabbed her tank top and stripped it off, flipping it behind her.
“I still owe you that mind blowing blow job, honey.” She swung one leg at a time over his hips. “Because right now this cock needs to be in your mother’s needy cunt.”
Cathy higher, and grabbing his cock, guided it through her lips and shoved the tip inside her. She sat down hard, driving him inside her and making her cry out as his long thick cock spread her open even further than his three fingers.
“Fuck that’s deep!” She moaned.
Leaning over she grabbed the cheap headboard and rocked back and forth, working his cock inside her, getting herself used to his size. She lowered herself over him, pushing her tits into his face.
Caesar opened wide, but she teased her nipple along his lips before pulling back, teasing him. He repeated the gesture with the other breast, then cried out when he slipped his arms around her and pulled her down.
He sucked not just her nipple but part of her small breast into his mouth and Cathy moaned while not bucking her hips up and down, riding him. Caesar went back and forth between her tits, licking and sucking each nipple as Cathy groaned in approval.
She looked down into his sweaty face, loving the way her long damp hair touched his shoulders and tickled her chest. Now more accustomed to him, she bounced harder on his lap, rising higher each time to drive more of his impressive length inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me, baby!” She lowered her head and surprised them both by kissing him.
Ceasar’s arms tightened around her, pulling her down so she her tits were now crushed against his chest. He kissed her hard and with a passion that made her hips move more urgently, riding him faster.
Her tongue darted against his lips and he parted them to accept it. They moaned in their throats as they shared their taboo kiss, and now his hips were moving in time with hers, driving up into her descending pussy.
“I need it!” She whimpered into his mouth. “I need it so bad!”
“Then I’ll give it to you,” he whispered, and sliding his feet up so his knees were bent, he drove his hips up into her.
“Oh fuck yeah!” She screamed in his ear as he held her pinned against him as he pounded her with short hard strokes that had her yelping each time he went deep inside.
Ceasar wrenched his body to the left, rolling them over and now on top, fucked her so hard the bed was creaking and the headboard slamming into the wall.
“Fuck me!” She squealed, her dream not becoming an even hotter reality. “Give mommy what she needs, baby!”
Caesar sat back, and grabbing her ankles lifted her legs and pushed them back. Cathy’s ass came off the bed and she found herself staring at the tops of her feet where they were now over her head. When Caesar resumed slamming her with long hard strokes, she squealed long and loud, her mouth in a continuous “O” as her son tore into her.
“Take it!” She managed in between yelps and moans. “Take that pussy, make it yours!”
Caesar leaned forward to grab the headboard, keeping her feet on his shoulders. Cathy was all but bent in half, but all she cared about was his cock was now plunging straight down into her and she swore she’d never been fucked this hard.
“Keep fucking me like this and that pussy will be yours!” She stared him in the eye. “You want that Caesar? You want mommy’s hot mouth and her wet cunt all the time? You want to keep fucking me?”
“Yes!” he moaned above her, as tried to blink the sweat from his eyes.
“Then make it so I can’t say no! Give it to me so good, that I’ll be yours. Your dirty secret, your dirty girl! Your nasty porn star mommy!”
“I’ll make you want it,” he whispered, but sat back and pulled his cock from inside her.
“No!” She protested. “Don’t stop, I…Oh!”
Caesar had crawled back a couple feet and bending over plunged his face between her thighs.
“Fuck yeah!” She squealed as he drove his tongue inside her dripping slit. “Eat that pussy, baby!”
Ceasar’s hands were on the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs up, and feeling like she was trying out for a porn, she hooked her arms around her knees, holding her legs back over her head. Seeing she had them, Caesar let her left leg go and shoved three fingers into her cunt.
“Oh…Oh you’re being so fucking good to your mother!” The words seemed absurd, some would say sick, but he was pumping his fingers hard and fast and his tongue and lips were on her clit noisily slurping on her pussy
Cathy wiggled her ass into the bed, pretty much the only part of her she could move, as Caesar sucked her clit with an enthusiasm that made her feel like the sexy desirable woman she’d been yearning to be for the last two years.
She hadn’t just been talking him up to fuck her harder. Cathy couldn’t even pretend this would be a one-time thing. She was already addicted to her son’s cock. Not just his cock, but the way he wanted to please her, and the confident way he fucked her even though she was his mother.
The biggest thing was the way he wanted her, he really wanted her and after years of not being happy she sorely needed to be wanted.
“Keep sucking!” She urged as her body was already gearing up for another orgasm. “Eat mama’s pussy, baby! Make me come in your face!”