Kate lay sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Her legs trembled, tightly pressed together in a futile attempt to keep John away, or maybe to keep from soiling the bed or both. To John, she appeared utterly depraved, with saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth, her breasts quivering as her nipples stood erect with desire, and her eyes intoxicated with lust.
John’s own breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to steady himself, Kate leaving him on the verge of suffocation more than once. His mother’s relentless pursuit had left him utterly spent.
After steadying himself, he stood up off the bed, quickly removing his pants and tossing them aside. As he did so, Kate slowly stirred awake, her eyes hazy and unfocused as she took in the sight of her son disrobing. Still sprawled, her eyes focused on her son’s sleek black boxer briefs.
Seeing the clear outline it showed that threatened to burst out of their confinement, her breathing quickened once more and she locked eyes with John as she licked her lips. Slowly turning, she sat up with a groan that was closer to a moan. With her eyes never leaving her son’s, and with a seductive smile, she crawled towards him. Each movement was deliberate and calculated, her body radiating desire.
John’s eyes locked on the sway of her chest, the steady beating of her heart mirrored in her swelling nipples. Pink and hard, they poked out as if trying to grab his attention.
Kate reached for his boxer-briefs , their seams straining under the pressure of his muscular thighs and bulge. John gave her a nod of approval, but inwardly he was torn. He wanted this, but at the same time he felt guilty for allowing it to happen. But he also couldn’t resist Kate’s advances any longer.
Did she notice? Kate looked up at him pensively, a look she would often give him when she sensed something was wrong, usually when it happened she’d pull him aside and ask him if he was alright or if he needed to talk, but she didn’t do so this time. She looked at her son with eyes that seemed to ask if he was but didn’t remove her hands from the waist band. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach but when Kate looked into his eyes licking her lips he felt his cock throb, he let her pull them down, giving in to their lust.
Without hesitation, she lowered his boxers, the moment she lowered it till his thighs, his girthy, hardened member sprung up and hit her in the face, eliciting a yelp from Kate. John breathed a sigh of relief for his junior that was finally free of it’s tight constraints.
“Gosh! You want this to go inside your mother?” Kate cringed upon settling her sights on her son’s shocking length and girth. It wasn’t like this last time they showered together, it had increased in length and thickness by more than a few times over, though she had never seen him directly erect like this so she couldn’t be sure….
Shaking her head to banish such thoughts, she tried her best to mask her shock at the imposing size of her boy’s manhood as she wrapped her hand around him. Kate could feel his pulse beating fast and steady.
Kate dragged her fingers along her son’s length as she looked up at him, John’s eyes were half closed and his breath came in pants and gasps, his heart pounding so hard it shook his head. He could feel his mom’s occasional ticklish breath on his shaft that made him want to just reach down and fix her head in place, shoving all of himself down her throat, but as much as he’d like to this was his mother—a weird thought considering their current situation— but he couldn’t treat her like he’d treat every other fling despite Kate being the biggest slut of all.
He had often been bothered by this, she was his mother not just some random girl. If he had it in him, given his temper, he would have already cursed her out long ago or had his way with her after all he read in her diary after all.
Kate looked up at John with her eyes narrowing in glee, her tongue slowly whetted her lips as she slowly increased the motion of her fingers; reveling in his reaction. John’s breathing hitched as she transitioned her motions from a dragging to more of a jerking motion with the inclusion of all her finger; his back arched, his muscles tensed and his eyes already half way up into his head, but still, this wasn’t enough.
Frustrated, he glared down at his mother. Kate loved the feeling of his hardness, and she could see he wanted more; the hollow feeling in her stomach that almost made her sick told her to stop but the knowledge that she could bring her son this kind of pleasure, the fact that he squirmed so much just from a slight touch from his own mother was SO much more intoxicating. Kate smiled, grasping his length so tightly in her hand, she could feel every vein and ridge that ran along his shaft.
John moaned softly, his hips bucking against her touch as she continued to stroke him. Hearing his rushed breath, she could feel her own arousal growing, a dampness between her legs as she thought of the forbidden but she contained herself as she focused on the task at hand.
Her eyes locked with her son’s as she slowly began to stroke his hardness, her breaths becoming shallow as she felt the familiar urge to continue. His eyes glazed over with pleasure, and Kate could see that he was fully invested in their forbidden act. It was then that her mind started to wander; she couldn’t help but think of all the times she had changed his diapers, bathed him, and even breastfed him, a feeling of nausea attacked her, but so did a heat and pulse that rushed to her cunt.
“You like that baby?” She cooed sweetly for her son, her pride and joy, someone she knew nobody could ever take away. She could hardly believe that her own son, with such a body of a man already, desired her of all people in such an intimate way. She knew that it was not only wrong, but that it could also cause a lot of pain and heartache in the end. But Kate’s mind was racing, she couldn’t help but to think that she was the first woman to ever touch him like this, but even if she wasn’t, she knew that she was the only one who could make him feel this way.
The only one who doing this with could instill such a feeling of wrongness and depraved lust at the same time, it was almost addicting.
“M-Mom…It’s not too late, i don’t want you to force yourself to do something you’re not comfortable with.” John grabbed her hand, stopping its motion as he hesitantly spoke.
“I’m not forcing myself, sweety. Besides, do you really think it’s not too late? Be real John!” Kate voice started out even and warm, but at the end it darkened as her brows furrowed, her piercing green eyes stared at John with a chilling look to them, devoid of the provocativeness they once held. “Or maybe you’re regretting it now because I’m old and ugly? I’ll just leave if that’s the case…”
Kate’s face sank as she spoke, her once enticing eyes losing warmth at a frightening rate, shifting to a lifeless state devoid of all life. John could practically see the dangerous thoughts looming behind the two doors to her soul.
Feeling a mix of guilt, anxiety and dread, John shook his head quickly as he moved his grip from her hand to her head, stroking it as he said, “That’s not it, I don’t think you’re ugly…just—”
John didn’t get to finish his words, his breath catching in his throat as his body stiffened.
Slick schliiiick.
He felt the tip of his cock all the way to the base enveloped by his mother’s warm, moist mouth.
"Good...then shut up and enjoy." As if her previous state of dejection was all a lie, her sultry expression returned. Kate's cheeks bulged as she looked up, locking eyes with him gleefully.
As she took it to the back of her throat, all his thoughts left him, he could feel a pleasant ring of tightness envelop him. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, he grabbed the sides of Kate’s head with both hands as he forced her to take as much of him as she could and more, not caring about her tapping him on his thighs, he started bucking his hips into her face as hard as he could.
Gluggluuug.
The sounds of her throat being helplessly violated rung out in the silent room. Kate looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes that glowed with absolute glee.
“Hehe, dosh it feel that good, baby?” With her mouth stuffed, her words came out slurred.
haaahaaa. John did not answer, he couldn’t, he had just began but he felt the urge to cum rising from his pelvis. Fixated, he pursued his peak, and Kate gladly let him. For a time the only sounds that resounds were his hurried breaths and the sounds of Kate gagging.
“Mmmgg, mommy…is here for you baby, go on, cum.” Kate narrowed her green eyes and spoke soothingly, each time she did her throat constricted around John’s cock.
“O-oh fuck…nnngh, fuck mom, i can’t anymore! I’m cumming.” John swung his hips faster and faster as Kate circled her arms around him, rubbing his muscular thighs all the way up to the small of his back and finally her hands fell on his ass, cupping them as she made her throat readily available for her son’s deposit of cum.
Exhaling lovingly, Kate nuzzled her head into his crotch, taking his full length. John could feel his balls tightening in anticipation. The sound of her sucking his shaft and swallowing her saliva was almost a lullaby, drowning out any thoughts of wrongdoing or remorse. John’s body tensed up, every nerve ending shooting alive and on fire.
Kate’s lips moved up and down the shaft, massaging the head with her tongue, while her throat muscles flexed and released to keep the pace. She could feel the ridges and veins along his member, each one a testament to the pleasure she was giving him.
“Fuck, Mom,” John groaned, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in your throat.”
Never once had he thought he’d hear those words from himself, let alone say them to his own mother. But the sight of her small frame kneeling before him, her green watering eyes looking up pleadingly was too much for the 19-year-old.
With one final grunt John felt as if his soul was leaving his body. Kate’s eyes rolled back into her head. With each spurt of hot jizz, Kate felt her body heat up, she licked the underside of the bulbous tip, savoring the taste of victory.
John’s body trembled and convulsed as he shot load after load into his mother’s waiting mouth, each spurt eliciting a heated reaction from Kate. She eagerly swallowed each shot, her cheeks puffing out as she accepted every last drop, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she savored her son’s seed.
“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, her mouth overflowing with his cum. “Take it all, take it all, you’re mommy’s boy.”
John groaned, his muscles twitching as he let out a primal moan, fully lost in the heat of the moment. His climax was a sight to behold, a whirlwind of pure animalistic passion as he rut into his mother’s face.
John felt his cock being squeezed from all side and massaged by Kate’s swirling tongue to ensure all his cum was out of his system. Even at the end Kate did not stop sucking even as she got the last drop, continuously swirling her tongue all around the tip she began another round of sucking which left John buckling at the knees.
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