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Mommy I Need, Want I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to feel me. I hoped he’d take the hint and caress my tits and finger my pussy. I so wanted him to kiss me before he mounted me to make love to me.
I was naked and the cool morning air from the open window felt good on my nipples. Suddenly, my nipples were erect and it felt so good to run my palm slowly across them. With my pussy already wet, I was already way ahead of him and ready for him.
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I was nervous. I was sexually aroused. Short lived folly, I knew this moment wouldn’t last, but I was determined to take whatever I could from the experience. It was my turn to use my son in the way he had sexually used me for so many years, when he secretly and serendipitously viewed me in all manner of undress. Jimmy even saw me topless and naked, totally naked, too many times for me to remember.
I hoped now üzümlü escort that maybe he would go to sleep after I had my incestuous way with him. Maybe he would dream about me. I imagined him having a confused look on his face while sitting at the breakfast table, after discovering that I had spent the night. I imagined him wondering if he had sex with Kathy or with his mother. He was still drunk enough that he may not remember all that I was about to do.
Even though I knew this was as much of a mistake, as when I allowed his father to fuck me in the backseat of his car and get me pregnant, I couldn’t help myself. I was hot. I was horny. I was sexually aroused. I wanted Jimmy. I needed to have sex with my son. I was out of my mind with lustful, sexual desire for him. I needed his cock now.
It was dark where I was lying and obviously his eyes uzunköprü escort still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, just yet. He was probably too drunk to see me, even if they did adjust to the darkness and even if he could see me, but his cock was still working, so he wasn’t that drunk. His erect cock felt so good in my hand and I continued stroking his big prick. The faster and harder that I stroked him, I felt him grow bigger and harder in my hand.
Even in the darkness, I saw his prick grow so thick, so long, and so hard. Never having touched my son’s cock, since he was a baby, it had been a long time since I had even kissed a man, never mind given one a hand job. The thought of stroking my son excited me even more. Along with my gifted hands, I’ve been told that I have a gifted mouth, too. I couldn’t wait to take his big prick in my van escort mouth and suck him while stroking him faster and harder.
Would I dare take him in my mouth? Would I dare actually blow him? Did I dare suck off my own son? What the Hell? Why not? Not wanting to regret not blowing him, this may be my only time to suck him and have him cum in my mouth.
Giving him a hand job is one thing, I’ve already gone this far. Why not finish him so that he can sleep. Yet, jerking him off while lying on the couch practically naked is one thing, but could I blow him? Did I dare suck his cock? What’s a blowjob between mother and son? Tomorrow, he may never remember any of this anyway. He may think it was all a drunken dream.
I felt his hand feeling my breasts. First he felt my left tit, squeezing it and caressing it, before reaching across my body to feel my right tit. He duplicated the same movement with his hand on my right breast that he had just done to my left breast. Then, he started fingering my nipples, before pinching them between his thumb and index finger, and pulling up on them. I needed him to suck my tits. I needed to feel his mouth and tongue on my nipples.
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