Incest/Taboo Playing with Mom

He let go of her hair, letting her head slump forward onto the couch. He pushed his hand in as far as he could and began twisting back and forth, keeping the pressure on her, and shaking his arm so rapidly it quivered. The muscles in her groin convulsed on him and she started to utter mewling sounds in time with her pelvic thrusts. Her fluid drowned him, flowing down his arm and her legs. Her actions were frenetic, she was really getting into it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the left, forcing her around and down on to the couch seat, keeping her ass high, with his hand thrust firmly into her cunt. He worked her hard and fast and held her head firmly down. Though her moaning and grunting could now wake the dead he didn't let up; he was past caring that her husband was home.

Finally, she exploded, her cunt pulsing wildly on his hand, a small tidal wave of juice flooding out. After a long series of shudders, her orgasm subsided and he let her fall off his hand. He stood and looked down at this exquisitely elegant woman, still fully clothed, her dress riding high above her ass, exposing wet buttocks that still quivered and glistened in the light. Her moaning was silenced but she was still panting for breath. He leaned down to unzip her dress.

"No," she protested, weakly.

"Yes," he replied. "Lift up."

He pulled her dress roughly over her head and tossed it aside, unhooked her bra and pulled off, throwing it down as well. She lay completely nude on the couch, exhausted, though breathing more regularly now. She closed her eyes as he moved to his bag but she heard him rummage through it. Opening her eyes, she watched him pull out a pair of long, blue suede boots and move toward her. She closed her eyes again.

He lifted her feet, bending her legs at the knees. One at a time, he pushed the suede boots over her feet and tugged them onto her legs. Kneeling behind her on the couch, he prodded her legs open, grasped her hips, and pulled her ass up. She felt his knees scrape the the sides of her thighs as he rose up and straddled her. She turned her head around to look at him.

"Fantastic. You are one gorgeous woman. I need to fuck you with these boots on."

She started to protest but it was too late. He dipped down and pushed his cock into her, slipping easily into her recently abused cunt. Once inside, he immediately started to ride her. There was no finesse. He fucked her furiously, their union loudly betrayed by ever more frequent slapping sounds that almost covered their primitive grunts. He desperatel needed to come and his hips whaled on hers.

As he blew his load he shoved her forward, collapsing onto her back. Gasping, he bit her neck and scrunched his hips forward, driving her into the couch with his cock still embedded in her soaked pussy. He clenched his thighs again and again, each time squeezing out a little more cum. With each squirt, he bit her neck again but she didn't complain. She just pushed her ass back to meet his bulging cock. At last, they lay still, and his cock softened. He pulled out, and sat on the coffee table, reaching for his clothes. She lay still as he dressed, quietly watching him, no longer the nervous, usure boy she'd let in her door.

"Pick out a nice dress to match those boots for next time."

"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" she demanded.

He smiled. "You'd look pretty in blue." He looked at her ass again. "Amazing. Call me when you're ready for more."

After he turned to walk away, she smiled, secretly pleased with his awed appreciation. This slender, pretty boy with his smallish cock had just given her the most intense sexual experience she'd ever had. The arrogant confidence he assumed when he thought he was winning was irresistable and she knew she'd call.
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When Jay arrived home, the house was dark. The exam had been a bitch. He'd been looking forward to being with his Mom and was disappointed when he opened the door and his hearing confirmed that she wasn't there to greet him.

He hung up his coat and walked to the kitchen, got a glass of water and drank it as he walked into the still dark living room. He sipped his water and gazed out the big window thinking about the test he'd just written. His heart almost stopped when Lorraine spoke, "Was it very hard, son?"

"JESUS! Mom!" He spun to face her, water splashing out of his glass. She was sitting on the couch, dressed in silky pajamas cut low in front and falling only to the middle of her thighs. Her arms were bare, and the insides of her breasts swelled in plain view. She was holding a nearly empty glass of red wine.

"I've been waiting for you, son. Come lay your head in my lap and relax. It's over now."

Her free arm beckoned and Jay went to her, lying on his back, head in her lap. She smelled like a fresh shower.

"Dhelia?" he inquired, tentatively.

"No son. I'm afraid it's just your mother."

Jay was disappointed. His hopes had risen that she wanted to play Dhelia and Greg again. He sighed.

Hearing his sigh, Lorraine's heart went out to him. He worked so hard. The exam must have been tougher than he was letting on. She set her wine glass down and stroked his hair with one hand while stroking his face with the other. "Sshhh, son. Mom will make you feel better now."

Jay closed his eyes and relaxed under the spell of his mother's gentle stroking. This wasn't so bad and maybe it was enough for tonight. He let the world fade away. He turned to face her, pushing her nightie higher so he could lay his face on her bare thighs. He wasn't pushing for more.

"Don't be naughty, Jay," Lorraine admonished quietly, but she continued stroking him. "At least, not too naughty."

What did that mean? Jay wondered. In a test, he slid his right hand under his chest, then higher, under her right thigh, pushing until he felt his fingers curl up high on the inside of her leg. Contrary to complaining, Lorraine had lifted the weight off her leg to make it easier for him slide his hand underneath.

"I used to hold you like this when you were little, while you napped. Do you remember?"

"Mmmmhmmm," he responded, as if intent on having a nap now. He moved his left hand in front of his face, laying it across her lap, on top of the nightie he'd bunched up as he'd bared her thighs below his head. She began softly singing a lullaby, sometimes voicing the lyrics, sometimes just humming. Jay worked his fingers until he had wormed his hand under the nightie to rest his on her bare tummy.

She wasn't wearing panties! Jay's whole body tingled and his cock stretched the fabric of the sweat pants he'd worn to his exam. He pushed his hand further under her leg, straining to get closer to her pussy. She opened her legs! He stretched his fingers along her crevice, working them into her warm, moist slit. She was wet! Slowly, he rubbed his fingers back and forth, strumming her lower lips like a guitar.

Her humming stopped. She leaned forward, whispering, "Gently now. You know, I used to hum like this after I nursed you, for ages. Do you remember nursing at my breasts?"

Jay nodded on her bare thighs. Lorrained leaned back, humming. Jay continued to work his fingers in her pussy and felt her get increasingly hot and wet under his delicate touch. He didn't shove, he didn't thrust; he kept it slow and gentle. If that's what she wanted, that's what she'd get.

Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her. She was lying back against the couch, eyes closed, humming softly. Her back was slightly arched, stretching her tits, making her nipples poked hard into the thin silk nightie. He moved his hand up and slipped the material off to the side, baring both tits. Slipping his hand behind her, he moved across the small of her back to curl his fingers around waist, then lowered his head to engulfed her right tit, sucking its hard nipple into his mouth and surrounding it with his tongue.

"Ohhh, Jay, ohhhhh, baby, ohhhhh," his mother cried, clutching his head to her breast. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking hard and gently biting, while slipping his fingers into her pussy below.

"Ohh, God, suck it, Jay, suck me," she moaned, arching her back to thrust her tit deeper into his mouth and her pussy further onto his fingers.

Jay did, switching to her other tit after a few minutes, afraid he would strip her nipple raw. Every minute or so he switched tits, his fingers digging deeper inside her pussy, but not by his actions. She kept squirming her ass around, working him deeper within. Finally, when his fingers were in as far as they could go, she pulled his head off her tit to kiss him, pushing her tongue deep inside his mouth. When she broke the kiss, she pulled his head next to hers.

She gasped into his ear, "Like that, baby, that's it, deep. Get right in there."

Not quite comprehending what she wanted, Jay tried to pull his head back to kiss her.

"No, baby, your hand. Push your hand in. Right inside me."

She squirmed, writhing on him to make her point. Hesitantly, he started to push, stretching her vagina.

"Ohhh, yes, that's it, that's it," she moaned, wrapping her hands around him, clutching his head to her. "Shove it in baby, all the way, please Jay," she begged.

He pushed harder. The pressure was tremendous, she was so tight on his large hand. Then suddenly, it was easier. She was soaking wet, surrounding him like a tight, warm, slick glove. She glued her mouth onto his ear.

"Twist it. Come on." Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she cried as he responded. "Shove it in, fuck me with it!"

She pushed him violently away, then turned onto the arm of the couch and raised her ass to him. "Hurry," she gasped, "put it back in!"

Jay was amazed. Her cunt was gaping in front of him. He reached forward and plunged his soaked fingers inside, his hand now following easily into her loosened hole. He plunged his hand in and out, working it in a twisting motion. Harder and harder, faster and faster. She went wild, leaning right down over the arm of the couch, her hands on the inside pushing herself back, hard, shoving her ass at him. When he rammed his hand forward and kept it still, she stretched her legs straight back and the muscles all along her limbs shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm lasted several minutes, legs quivering and hips bucking. It was incredible. He'd never seen a woman come like that and, despite his limited experience, knew it was rare.

She lay there, collapsed over the arm of the couch, panting. Her cheeks still clenching in response to random muscle spasms. He pushed his sweatpants down, his freed cock springing forward. Grasping her hips, he lifted her ass off the couch, bracing for her usual denial of his gratification. But she didn't object. He let go of her hips, placing one hand on top of her ass and using the other to guide the head of his cock to her pussy. As his cock touched her sweaty cheeks, she lifted her ass to help it find its target. Was she teasing him? He pushed. She turned her head to look back at him as his cock shoved slowly into her.

"Fuck me, baby. Make me never forget this first time."

She raised her hands to grip the couch. Fully engaged, he paused to relish the experience. He was finally inside her! Her cunt grasped his rod, milking it with a palpitating, wanton action. Almost imperceptibly, he began to move. Not pulling out and shoving back in so much as swelling his cock inside her and gently rocking against her ass. He took his time, intent on establishing a rhythm. He moved in a small sideways circle, reaming her, frequently tensing his muscles as he reached full forward extension, bulging inside her, rewarded by a thrilling little 'ohhhhh' each time.

Soon, they moved in unison as she anticipated his occasional bulges in the deepest part of her cunt. He had extended his hands to stroke her body from shoulder to hip, along her back, her sides, and sometimes under her belly, tracing his fingers gently along her abdomen, under her hanging tits where he paused to softly squeeze and tug her nipples. Her body was a temple, his cock an instrument of worship.

"I love you, Mom," he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

She was moaning steadily now. He hunched his cock into her, almost lifting her off her knees. He held her tits, pinching and tugging her nipples, constantly fucking, not too hard but firmly, relentlessly. Their tempo increased. He thrust extra hard every few strokes, then more often. Soon he was plugging her hard every time. They were grunting and moaning loudly, in harmony. "HUNNNHH, HUNNHHH, HUNNNHHH!"

Such frenzy wasn't sustainable. She flooded her release just as he came, frantically pulling out at the last minute, afraid to make her pregnant, spewing his spunk over her ass, part of his load spurting to her shoulders. He collapsed forward, his body mashing his sticky fluid against her back as he stretched his arms around to cradle her head, whispering, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, son."
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The following week, Jay went to visit Greg again, curious about how he was doing. As he approached the store, he witnessed Greg talking to a small, attractive woman with tanned skin and long, wavy, chocolate colored hair. Their demeanor reflecting a familiar association, Jay stopped to window shop at the store next door to observe them more closely. Could this be Dhelia? She looked to be in her mid to late thirties. Very sexy in a simple brown and beige dress that fell to mid thigh level with shoes whose straps curled up around her ankles, drawing attention to her well muscled legs.

No wonder Greg wanted to fuck her. She was just as gorgeous as his mom in her own way. The woman put her arms around Greg and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. Then, after a quick look around, a brief kiss on his lips. She turned and walked into the mall, thankfully heading in the other direction so that Greg's gaze wasn't drawn toward Jay. Greg disappeared into the back of the store.

Jay quickly scooted across the front of the shoe store and followed the woman down the mall. She turned into a woman's dress shop, the same one to which Jay had last taken his mother. Jay followed her in, browsing through several dress racks, studiously avoiding looking her way, before turning to the rack she was exploring.

A salesgirl approached, the same one that had served him before. "Can I help you find something, for your girl friend?" she asked.

"No, I'm shopping for my mother, actually, but I'm just browsing for now, thanks."

"How about you, ma'am," the girl turned to the woman.

"No, I'm fine as well."

The girl returned to the sales station. Jay continued to rummage through the dresses.

"You're shopping for your mother?" the woman asked in a soft, sexy voice.

"Hmmm?" Jay responded, looking up.

"Your mother," she repeated, "Is it her birthday?"

"No, no," Jay answered, "I just felt like picking something up for her."

"That's very thoughtful. She must be a very modern lady. These are very sexy dresses."

Jay smiled, "Some moms are quite sexy, don't you think?" Dhelia blushed as Jay glanced over her. "Like you," he finished.

"Oh, well, uh, thank you."

"Not at all."

Jay continued to rummage through the same dresses, feeling a little obvious that he kept pawing through the same ones, but Dhelia didn't seem to notice.

"Do you always buy that kind of dress for your Mom?" Dhelia blurted out, then, seeing Jay's surprised reaction, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It's just that they're pretty sexy dresses. Don't get me wrong, I think its neat ... I mean, I have a son, and ... uh ... I think it would be neat thing for him to do." Dhelia finally finished, red-faced.

Moving quickly to put her at ease, before she fled, Jay picked a dress off the rack and calmly said, "I'd pick this one for you."

Dhelia, at a loss for words, stared at the sexy, dark purple dress held out to her. "Oh, that's way too sexy for me. I could never ..."

"It's the one your son would pick out," Jay interrupted.

"Oh, I don't know, I ..."

"You mean you wouldn't even try it on after he picked it out for you?" Jay asked disapprovingly. Before she could answer, he pushed the dress into her hands. "Go on. I'll let you know what he'd think. Try it," he prodded more gently.

Nonplussed, Dhelia took the dress and walked hesitantly to the fitting room. l'll just wait until he goes. But what if he stays? Slowly, she kicked off her shoes and shed her blouse and pants. Donning the dress, she realized its plunging neckline revealed her bra. She reached in, unhooked, and slid the bra out. Moments later she emerged, excited but half expecting the young man to be gone. He wasn't, and a thrill ran through her in response to his obvious enthusiasm upon seeing her.

"Wow. Just wow. If you let your son see you in this, you'll open up a whole new world for him. Do a spin."

Dhelia, surprising even herself, spun around at his suggestion, tensing her legs sexily as she rose up on her toes, her breasts pressing up perkily against the flimsy fabric.

"This is too good to pass up. Let me buy it for you, and your son."

Dhelia was astonished. "No. I couldn't. I don't even know you. That's crazy."

"But it's fate. Please, for your son. Let me," Jay implored. "You look so fantastic in that dress. You just can't let him miss out."

"But we're strangers."

"My name is Jay. And though I don't know him, I'm sure your son will think of me as his best friend if he knew I picked out that dress for you to wear for him."

"Would your mom wear this for you?" Dhelia queried.

"Not when my Dad was around," Jay confided with a laugh, "but she would never deny me the joy of being near her the way you are right now."

"Alright, since you put it that way."

"There. So now we're friends. What's your son's name, and yours?"

"Dhelia, and Greg."

As they left the shop, Jay touched Dhelia on the arm and asked, "I'd love to know your son's reactions to the dress. Would you call me and let me know?"

Dhelia thought about it. Her automatic reaction was to just walk away, but he'd bought this dress and he was so sincere. On top of that, he wasn't asking for her number but offering his. "Yes," she said. "I will. And thanks again. It's been interesting, and different."

"That's good," Jay replied as he wrote his number on a scrap of paper.

"What's your mother's name?" Dhelia pried.

"Lorraine," came the response. Then, "Please call me. I'd really like to know what happens. I'd love to see you in that dress again myself, and any of your other outfits, for that matter."

Dhelia blushed. "Now you're just trying to make me feel good."

"You're absolutely right," Jay gazed steadily, meaningfully into her eyes.

Flustered again, Dhelia turned and walked quickly away. But within ten feet she slowed down and fell into a more seductive gait. Jay smiled. She was sexy, this woman, and he wanted her. The fact that she was a mom—better yet—Greg's mom, made his cock swell.
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Thinking about Dhelia, and brimming with confidence at the way he'd handled her, Jay was still hard when he got home. He could hear his mother in the kitchen as he entered the front door. She'd been avoiding him since the night he'd finally been able to fuck her, but he wasn't worried. He knew it was her style to retreat for awhile but return to play again, and this time he wouldn't chase her. He sensed that in that way he could keep fucking permanently on the agenda. She really got off on the rough fingering—no, handfuck was more accurate—that she'd demanded. In fact, her desperate need had shocked him. He knew he could use that to get more of what he wanted, and he intended to.

Jay went up to his room to change into a muscle shirt and loose exercise shorts before joining his mom in the kitchen. As he approached, he saw that she was dressed in a long, silky nightgown without its accompanying shawl. Great, she's ready to play. He ignored her as he entered, moving casually about, making himself a snack.

"Where were you?" Lorraine complained.

"Oh, out and about," Jay carelessly tossed out, not bothering to look in her direction. He could feel her eyes on him, could tell she was looking at the bulge in his shorts, still partly filled by thoughts of Dhelia's ass as she sashayed down the mall.

"Your father's been calling for his dinner," she said, indicating the partly filled plate on the counter, "but I'm not in the mood to see him, especially dressed like this," she tried to pull Jay's attention to her silky nightgown, implying that she'd worn it specially for him. "Can you take it up to him for me?"

"That's depends, Mom."

"On what?" she countered just as his Dad's typically commanding voice burst from the intercom.

"Lorrie, I want extra tomatoes, with lots of pepper."

Jay wandered over to his mother, sitting at the table, the chair turned sideways, facing the room. "On what you'll do for me."

"What?" his father grumbled.

"Nothing, dear," Lorraine replied, as Jay stopped in front of her, the bulge at the front of his shorts noticeably growing.

"...and I want pickles," the intercom continued, "sliced flat ..."

Jay stepped close to his mother, pressing his knee against her closed legs, prying them open as he pushed closer still.

"and laid out side by side..."

Jay's shorts were now inches from his mother's face. Her eyes were glued on his prominent swelling.

"...north to south..."

Jay reached down and pushed the waist band of his shorts down, allowing his hardening cock to flip out. His mother didn't even blink. Reaching down, he picked up the plastic bottle of mayonnaise from the table and squeezed a dollop on his dick.

"...the way I like it."

Leaning forward, he pressed the purple head against her lips, rubbing it sideways across her mouth, smearing mayonnaise on her upper lip and on the tip of her nose.

"Did you hear me?" the intercom demanded.

Jay shoved. His cock invaded his mother's mouth, bulging her cheeks. He grasped the sides of her head as his father repeated, "Did you hear me?"

Jay jammed his cock into his mother's mouth again and again, holding her head so she couldn't pull away, but she didn't try. It was as if she was in a trance. It really turned him on, listening to his father's increasingly angry voice as he fucked her face, his mother's face, his father's wife.

His father's voice was frantic now. Jay pulled his cock out, moving one hand up to grab his mother's hair, holding her still with his cock an inch in front of her open mouth.

"Dad. Dad!" he spoke at the intercom. "Mom's finished your dinner. I'll bring it right up. OK?"

"OK, son." Jay heard the click as his father closed the connection.

Jay poked his cock in and out of his mother's open mouth, pulling completely out each time. With his left hand, he tugged, gently urging her up, turning her to face the table and laying her face down on it, her head facing his cock. Using his free hand, he reached down to the hem of her gown and pulled it up and over her cheeks, bunching it in the small of her back above her ass.

Freeing her hair, Jay picked up the vegetable oil she'd dripped over his Dad's salad and poured it freely over his right hand until it was dripping oil. Grasping her hair again, he pulled her mouth toward his cock until its head parted her lips again. Reaching behind her, he brought his soaking hand to her pussy, then easily pushed all of his oily fingers inside her, simultaneously shoving his cock deep into her mouth.

"No panties? Nice touch, Mom. Do that again."

Jay began twisting his oily fingers about, pushing right in the way he knew she liked it. He could feel her moaning, pumping her breath around his cock, thick in her mouth. Concentrating on his handiwork, he let his cock lie still in her mouth, enjoying her palpitating tongue. A few moments later, as her excitement mounted, he pulled it out and paid full attention to reaming her as best he could. He wanted her to love this as he knew it was his ticket to get whatever he wanted.

Much later, as his mother lay quietly gasping on the kitchen table, Jay entered his father's room carrying his dinner on a tray held in his right hand, his forearm drenched in vegetable oil, and other fluids. His Dad nodded absently at him, his meal already forgotten. Jay asked, gesturing with his slick hand, if there was anything else he needed, anything he could do for him, to no response. Smiling, Jay left, his pace quickening as he reached the door, already thinking about the grateful woman waiting for him downstairs, waiting for him to finish what he'd started.
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"What? What did you say?" Dhelia demanded.

Greg's cock bulged in his jeans. It felt like it was going to break. His mom looked incredibly hot in her new purple dress, reclining lengthways along the couch, exposing her legs above mid thigh. She had bent her knees and tensed her calf muscles just as he'd entered the room, causing the hem of the sexy, slinky dress to fall toward her hips.

All day, he'd been thinking about fucking her tonight but he hadn't expected her to be waiting, willing and dressed for his cock. His Dad must have left for work already if she was wearing a dress that exposed her legs like that and, though profiled from the side, the valley between her sweet small breasts, laid bare, was bewitchedly inviting.

"I said you look incredibly hot, Mom. I'm not hungry anymore, for food anyway," Greg smiled, walking purposely toward her.

Jumping up from the couch, Dhelia queried him again, "No, not that. You said I was hotter than someone else's mom. Who's mom?"

Surprised and perplexed, Greg repeated his compliment, "Yeah, I said you were even hotter than Jay's Mom. And you are, you're dynamite, Mom!" Jay tried to grasp her by the waist but she shied away.

"Jay's mom?"

"Yeah, you know. The guy that came into the store with his mom. I told you they were real sexy with each other." Was she jealous?

"His name was Jay?"

"Yeah, Jay."

Dhelia allowed Greg to grab her waist and pull her against him. She didn't feel his bulging jeans pressing against her tummy as his mouth latched onto hers. Her mind was reeling. Did he mean the same Jay she'd flirted with this afternoon, the one that was so keen on her son's reaction to the dress? He knew her son?

She broke the kiss, pulling her head away. "You're very excited tonight. Do I remind you of this Jay's mom? What's her name?"

"Yes ... I mean, no ... you look even better. It's just the kind of dress reminded me of her. But you're sexier, Mom."

"Really?" Dhelia kissed him quickly twice on the lips but pulled back before he could engage her. Greg's hands moved to the small of her back, trying to press her to him, but she resisted. His eyes strayed to her breasts, pushing up against the thin material of the dress as she pushed her hands against his chest to keep her distance. "What's his mom's name?"

"I don't remember," Greg lied. He tried to slide his hand around to cup her breasts but she blocked him by squeezing her elbow against her side.

"That's too bad, because I'm pretending to be someone else tonight in this sexy new dress. I think I'll be Jay's mom, the one that wants to be so nice to her son. You can't be 'my' son if you don't even know my name."

Dhelia blocked Greg's other hand as it too tried to slide around to grasp a breast.

"Come on, Mom. I don't remember," Greg whined, but to no avail.

"Oh, well. Did you want to watch a movie, then, or go out for some pizza?" Dhelia teased.

"No. I want to be with you, Mom."

Dhelia broke completely free. She strutted away from her son, tensing her legs and cheeks as she walked, then whirled around to face him, hip cocked up, knee bent, and right arm crooked as she used her hand to lift her hair up one side of her head.

Pouting, she spoke softly, "Well, this is only for my son. Jay!" She blew him a pouty kiss, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Greg ran after her, catching up just as she started to open the fridge. Pushing it closed by pressing against her body from behind, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "I want you, Lorraine. I need you."

He slid his hands along her sides, up her thighs, over the swell of her hips, into her waist and up her ribcage to the sides of her breasts. He met no resistance. He grasped a tit in each hand as he slid his tongue into her ear, squeezing his fingers over her nipples.

"Give it to me, Mom. Push your sweet ass out, Lorraine."

Dhelia slumped against the fridge, held up only by her son's grasp. Her mind was whirling. It was the same Jay and he had to have known who he was talking to. That's why be bought the dress! What game was he playing?

She felt herself moistening, but not from her son's ministrations on her tits, or the bulge he tried to enhance by pressing so firmly into her buttocks. She was now even more intrigued by the sexy young man she'd met in the afternoon.

So he liked to play games, did he?

Suddenly, Dhelia thrust her ass out, spreading her cheeks over her son's modest bulge.

"Oh, Jay," she sighed.

She reached behind to undo her son's belt, unzipping him and dragging his jeans down his hips, tugging hard to pull his jockey shorts over his cock which, like a coiled spring, immediately leapt up to nudge the gap between her legs under her cheeks.

"Oh, Jay," she moaned again as Greg shoved his meat to and fro, trying to leverage it into her wet slit.

"Come on," she gasped, angling out even further to give him better access, her head flattened sideways against the fridge door.

"Uhhhhhhnnnnngghhh," she cried, as he finally found her, pushing in up to the hilt, her head sliding up and down the fridge as her son frantically slammed into her from behind, wheezing with the effort.

"Ohhhh, Goooddd, Mommmm!"

Greg's hands slid down from her tits to grasp her hips to keep her from bouncing off his slamming cock. Pulling her away from the fridge door, her shoulders fell toward the floor, hair cascading over her head, her body bent almost in half as Greg lunged repeatedly, a wet smacking sound filling the kitchen. "MOMMMM," he groaned, "Oh, MOMmm!"

Slap, slap slap ...
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