Mother and son sex porn storys

Mom Story Fuck Son - Download xvideos sex free, xvideos mobile porn, xxx xvideos, 3gp xxx xvideos.

mother and son sex porn storys

Search results for incest mother son from our large database of free adult erotic fiction. Working Out with Mother by Reeb *NOTE: This story was stolen and . looking at my mother not as my mom but as a very arousing and sexy woman. Watch The Story of a Mother and Her Son video on xHamster, the largest HD sex tube site with tons of free Iphone Mobile Xxx Son & Story List. softball-bats.us 'mom and son full movie story' Search, free sex videos.

To my disbelief, Brian was stretched out on his bed with his pajama bottoms pushed down past his knees. I froze there, mid-step. I stood there by the door in my running shorts and sports bra, an arm full of dirty clothes and my hand still on the doorknob and watched my son jerking himself off. He was so into what he was doing that he never even noticed me standing there. I was unable to move or say anything as I watched him masturbating.

There was no doubt about what I was seeing this time. He was hard now, really hard. Once again what stood out was the thickness of it. He stroked it with one hand and it was easy to see that at least three inches of meat stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it.

I just stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I felt like I was in a dream. And outside of any magazines or the Inter-Net, I had never seen a dick that big, that fat on any man… …let alone a year-old boy.

I should have quietly shut the door and left. I should have been thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be if he were to catch me watching, how awkward it would be, but instead; the fact that I was going to actually watch my son cum seemed to govern my thought process. Oddly enough, all I could think of was how much cum would come out of such a fat dick. Then he moaned something that I would have never expected. It simply floored me. His hand had stopped pumping but it remained wrapped around his dick.

When our eyes met, he looked as shocked as I was. I just stared at him, dumbfounded, speechless. I gathered the clothes and stood up just as he swung his feet to the floor and dropped his hands into his lap attempting to hide the bulge. I came in to get. He looked up at me. The embarrassment poured into his face and I could see the humiliation in his eyes. I felt so bad for him. I instinctively took a step toward him to comfort him.

As I stepped closer, Brian pulled back a little, forcing his gaze to the floor, unable to look at me. I took a deep breath. Your uncle Jimmy did it all the time, excessively.

He had actually asked me if I wanted to watch him. I told him I did and stood there beside his bed and watched him bring himself to climax. But he seemed to have no problem doing it in front of me. He turned and looked at me kinda surprised. Brian sat there quiet and self-conscious. I guess wishing you a Happy Birthday would seem kinda silly now, huh? Just my size too. It was nice to see that he still had his sense of humor.

Like I could do that NOW! He looked into his lap and saw that his hands did little to hide the bulge. For the second time that morning I had caught him off guard. He seemed truly surprised that I was this nonchalant about the whole thing. How the heck do you know what I was about to do? I bit my lip and shook my head apologetically.

He groaned and took his hands from his lap and covered his face. As you might think, my eyes went right to the bulge in his pajamas. I knew what he wanted to ask me. As a matter of fact, I thought it was kind of flattering, but, understandably, it seemed to bother him that I knew.

He shook his head side to side, wishing he was still asleep no doubt. That was a good question. I thought that maybe it might be better to put the spot light on me, instead of him, as it were. So with the hopes of putting him at ease some, I went with the truth. Now I was the one having a hard time holding eye contact. I had said something I could never take back.

He stopped rocking and dropped his hands from his face. He cocked his head a little to one side and looked up at me. He looked, and rightly so, confused.

This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming. There was silence for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now. He knew my brother used to do it in front of me. He knew his Dad did it all the time too.

I watched as what I thought was a small smile creep onto his face. I was relieved to see it. His eyebrows went up, his bottom lip puffed out a little as he mulled it all over and absorbed it all.

I watched, as he finally seemed to get a handle on the moment. You were married and all. I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate. There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. I was a bit stunned. It was huge and I had told my son something extremely personal. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought…or not.

His face flushed with color. I took one final glance at his crotch. The bulge was still very obvious and he no longer tried to hide it. In hind-sight, I think he had other things on his mind.

As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. I turned and left for the laundry room. I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way to the laundry room. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in with the clothes.

I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation. It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him. The thought made me warm all over. I was literally trembling.

I was determined to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I found myself climbing the steps and walking down the hallway before I knew it.

mother and son sex porn storys

As I approached his doorway, I stopped. I was breathing sporadically; little, shallow breaths. I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was having a hard time fighting off those goddamned giggles. I thought about the times I watched my brother doing it. I kept thinking, wondering, about how everything might change if I were to step through that doorway. I could feel my body reacting. I could feel the material of my sports bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples.

I inadvertently reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material.

A feeling I thought Jimmy had taken with him. I lingered just outside his room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening.

Then I heard a soft moan. A wave of… …of… …lust… …rolled through me. I actually felt it between my legs. There was no denying it. I was terribly aroused and I wanted badly to watch my son. I turned the corner and stepped into his room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips completely conflicted. He was on his bed; completely naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, but his eyes were closed.

One hand rested on his thigh; his fingers diddling his balls and his other hand was moving slowly up and down over his dick. I got the impression he was more teasing himself than jerking off. God knows what was going through his mind. I stood there tingling all over. I felt like I have a fever; a very high fever. Avoiding Pastor John as best as possible of course.

It was so erotic, exciting. I felt a deep longing inside. Little by little I moved closer; a few feet from his bedside. He was hard; very hard.

A Short Story - Of A Mother And Son.....

On the very tip of his incredibly swollen penis, I could see droplets of clear pre-cum that had started to leak and dribble down the few fat inches of meat above his hand.

The head of his dick was red. Dark red and the size of a ripe plum. The first few inches of the shaft was red, fading to a light pink that disappeared under his fingers.

I moved even closer. I had to stop myself from reaching out. I loved the way I felt standing there, so close, watching. My stomach dropped and rolled. It was quite the ride.

I gave him a shaky smile. He must have seen the turmoil I was in; I suppose I was pretty transparent just standing there like that. It was hard to try and hide what I was feeling. I must have looked pretty bad; he stopped masturbating and asked me if I was OK. I told him I was, shaking my head, tiny little nods up and down. Like a little kid does when asked if they want ice cream. I watched as his fingers slide down to the base of his fat dick. He circled his cock—As best he could— with just his index finger and his thumb.

Then he slid his fingers all the way to the very tip of his hard dick…and then let them slide all the way back down again, very slowly.

He did this a few more times. I knew he was doing this for me. My sweet boy was putting on a show for me. I had told him I liked to watch. And he was letting me do just that. Whether he knew it or not, he was teasing me. I swallowed hard as he tilted it to one side… …Towards the edge of the bed… …Towards ME.

I sucked in a deep breath. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my mouth was desert dry. Somewhere along the line my son had gone from shy little boy to exhibitionist.

I really did but I was afraid to say so. Through all this, I still had to fight off the shame. I was simply afraid. Afraid my son would know that I wanted to touch him. Even thought he lay there now presenting me his oversized boy-hood, I was afraid of what he might think of me if I were to let this go any further. It sounded like we were in a giant empty can. And the way my legs felt, that can was being tossed around by a rough sea. The sound of his voice echoed in my head.

I stepped closer, my eyes glued to his offering. I slowly sat down on the edge of his bed; my eyes locked on his big, fat cock as he waged it like a stick for an excited puppy. I was floating, in awe of everything that was happening. I just looked at it for a few long seconds; wondering what had come over me, what had come over us.

I bit my lip softly anticipating what it would feel like in my hand; even what something that thick would feel like inside me. While I struggled with the thoughts going through my head and the desire that was quickly overcoming me, I saw my own hand reaching out for him. We both gasped as my fingertips touched the slippery head. I jerked my hand back as if it was too hot to touch. I looked up into his eyes, confused, unsure. The words made me feel… Naughty… Wicked … Excited!

I saw Brian slide his fingers down as far as they would go on his stiff cock. His last three fingers draping over his ball sack, while his thumb and index finger held tight around the base; buried in his thin patch of pubic hair. It took no more persuading.

The Story Of A Mother And Her Son-1 - softball-bats.us

I let my fingers touch him again. I made tiny circles through the slimy sweetness that escaped his overexcited cock. I let them slide partway down his thick shaft and then I closed my fingers around it. His cock was rigid and extremely hot to the touch. I steel rod wrapped in a warm soft blanket.

I automatically began to slide my hand up and down; slowly, lovingly. I started to jerk off my son. I got more comfortable with what I was doing and started to pump my hand with a little more enthusiasm; feeling, squeezing, twisting my hand. Brian moaned and pushed up into my hand as I settled into a slow, unhurried rhythm of stroking his dick.

I was doing it. I had never felt anything quite like it before. Both of us watched as my hand slid up and down its pudgy length. Up…and then… down as I gave my son a hand-job. I eased my way up further onto the bed, never letting go of him. I clumsily climbed between his legs and quickly settled in. I sat back; my legs underneath me, watching my hand.

I glanced up at Brian every few seconds as I masturbated him. He looked fascinated and mystified at the same time, happily conflicted. His eyes bounced back and forth between my hand and my face. I blushed and smiles. This realization seemed to intensify to whole thing. I had never had anything that thick inside me and doubted there were too many 15 or year-old school girls that would be able to handle something like this or even be willing to give it a try.

He looked a little confused. I think hearing me say that shocked us both. I felt Brian push up into my hand a little and groan. It felt like it got a little bit harder if that was possible. I captured some of the pre-cum oozing out with my thumb, and smeared it along his shaft as I stroked him. Pre-cum poured from his piss slit in a steady stream now. My hand slid easily over his thickness. Is it too big for you? I was feeling remarkably more comfortable with everything the more I stroked him.

I felt Brian push up into my hand more often now. A small growling sound came from deep in his chest every once-in-a-while. I liked that he was so forthcoming; more comfortable.

I leaned forward; bracing myself on one hand and hovered over him; looking straight down over his cock. I could see the true thickness of it now, its true girth. I leaned my head down bringing my face to within just a few inches of him. I could smell him. I felt him lift his ass up off the bed a tiny bit, almost bringing the tip of his dick right up to my lips.

mother and son sex porn storys

My mouth was watering. I slid my hand through it and started to spread it all over his cock along with his pre-cum. I felt his body tighten a little as he absorbed the feeling. We both moaned when my hand started making that swishy, wet sound on his dick.

I leaned back on my legs again, working my hand a little faster now. I let the fingernails of my other hand trace a path up his thigh to the thin patch of pubic hair above his dick. It was so soft as I ran my fingernails through it. I brought my hand to rest on his hip. The muscles in his leg were hard and defined. My son was tense and in good shape.

I let a little more spit cover the head of his cock and rubbed it in as we both watched. His cock made my hand look small. I could feel it throbbing more now as I worked it. I did it a lot. I took her hand and gently laid it over my erection.

Story - Tube X Clips - Page 1

She smiled and said "Well, I guess that question is answered". Her fingers reached inside the band of my boxers and found my cock at the same time my lips found her mouth. Our first kiss was like electricity. Her lips parted and took my tongue in to her mouth.

She began to suck my tongue. By now she had fished my cock out and was stroking it. It was so wild and erotic, frenching my mother while she jacked my dick. As we kissed, I reached inside her bathrobe and cupped her relatively firm tits and began to fondle them.

Her nipples grew hard in my fingers.

Tag: Mom son

She moaned softly around my tongue and squeezed my cock in response. Then she began to suck in earnest. As her mouth slid up and down my cock, her hand alternated between stroking the skin and caressing my cum filled balls. I was able to reach down her back and slide my hand into the crack of her ass. I couldn't quite reach her pussy, but I was able to play with her ass.

I some how got my shirt off during all these gyrations. Standing, she slid my pants down and I stepped out of them. Her bathrobe came off her shoulders. Looking down I could see my mother, naked, on her knees, sucking my cock She left my cock with her mouth and started licking my balls.

I could tell she was cock starved by how hungrily she went after my dick. Of course, it had been a while for me also and I could tell I wasn't going to last long. I felt my orgasm begin to build and my hips began to thrust at her mouth. I was fucking my mom in the mouth, loving every second of it and so apparently was she. I wrapped my hands in her hair and fucked her in the mouth.

The first blast of my cum went straight down her throat and then she pulled her mouth off and jacked my spewing cock. My cum sprayed over her face and then began to drip down on to her tits and erect nipples. She continued to lick the cum off the head of my cock, keeping it hard and hot in her hand.

Without even pausing to wipe my cum off her face, she laid back, pulled her knees up, parted her thighs, exposing her wet hairy cuntand said "Fuck me She thrust her hips up at me and my cock slid into her. I was surprised that she was as tight as she was, but since I was an only child, her pussy hadn't been stretched like many other women's pussies.

Once my cock was in my mom, she became a wildcat. At first we frenched while we fucked, my cum covering our faces, but then she began to get vocal.