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Boffing Mom (By Eros)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
BOFFING MOM
(By Eros)
It was late afternoon. Mom was on the back porch with a romance novel
in front of her face. It wasn't clear whether she was actually reading it
or just day-dreaming behind it. In either case, I was feeling extremely
horny and my gorgeous mother was looking decidedly fuckable. I didn't see
any reason to hang back from acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair
and cupped her underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged those fine,
full titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy was.
"Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably," Mom replied
pressing my hands over her tits with her own.
"Great!"
I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slithered into
her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. She kissed me
back with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected.
"Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking her erect
nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now, honey.
You better finish what you started.
Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these
days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from,
anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I
discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to
show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never
dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own
mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.
We stripped each other quickly and passionately, dropping our clothes
where we stood on the back porch. I wanted to move inside, into the
bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot that she squatted in front
of me right there and grabbed my asscheeks with both hands, pulling my
cock toward her open mouth.
As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips enclosed
themselves about the swollen head of my prick. How could a woman be so
good at what she did? I know, I know. My mother always says that the
answer to that question is practice, practice. practice,but I sincerely
believe that most of my giggling teenage girlfriends could practice for a
million years without getting as good at sucking cocks as my Mom is.
Every time I'm with my mother, I thank my lucky stars that I'm the
right age to enjoy her as a young man. Her mouth action is so good that
you can't help but shoot between her lips, flooding her taste buds with
your ripe spunk. And Mom is the kind of girl who would insist on drinking
your jizz even if you were trying to avoid squirting in her mouth. So it
never did any good for me to tell her that I wanted to save it for her
pussy. Fortunately, my youthful body still has enough rebound to get hard
again within minutes of enjoying one of Mom's monster suck-offs.
It wasn't long before I was filling Mom's mouth with my first load of
jizz. Being the first, it was almost too much for her to handle. But, as
always, she managed... gulping and swallowing madly as my thick, creamy
sperm squirted down her pretty throat.
Her mouth was still working up and down when I gently took her by the
hand and pushed her back into the house. I squeezed her firm, naked
little ass and ran my fingers up between her legs from behind, giving her
juicy, wet pussy a little feel up as we headed for the bedroom. I could
feel my cock returning to its former hardness with every step I took. By
the time that we reached the bedroom that my mother shared with my
father, I was ridiculously hard again, so hard that you'd think it was a
wonder my nuts didn't explode in her face.
"Fuck me, Mom," I begged as I spread myself across the mattress. "Sit
on my cock, and ride me!"
"You got it, son," said Mom, straddling my thighs.
She lowered herself down on top of me real, real slow. The sexy bitch!
I should have known. Mom always has that tiny bit of self control that
she brings into play at just the right moment. It seemed to take forever
for her soft, warm pussy to completely envelop my pulsating prick. The
sensations of being engulfed, swallowed, and totally devoured were so
obscenely delicious, I was groaning long before she'd stuffed half of me
inside her hot, hairy twat.
"Ride me," I encouraged her. "Ride me hard."
Trust me, she did. Harder than any cowgirl. Rougher than any rodeo
star. My cock was a wild bronco that lived to be broken by her insatiable
animal needs. The more I thrust into her, the more Mom humped back. Then,
when she came in shrieks and throbs, I came too, my jerking, twitching
cock shooting jet after scalding jet of thick creamy cum deep up inside
my mother's heaving belly.
We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking and resting...
then fucking and sucking some more, until we were both totally exhausted.
Some people say that fucking your Mom is wrong. Those people obviously
don't have a mom as sexy and as horny as mine!
The End.
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