1. Son dominates mother pt3


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: xiahoudun, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    when I need it. To relieve stress.” “Yeah, I get stressed about three or four times a day.” I think I almost got a smile out of her with that one, but it was hard to tell in the dark. My hand drifted down to her thickening patch of pubic hair as we talked. “I’m the one who does your laundry, remember? I have a pretty good idea how much you’re in here doing 'that’ to yourself.” “When was the last time you masturbated your pussy, Mom?” “I don’t know.” Her hand that was between us began fidgeting. “Three weeks ago, maybe.” “Back before you spread your legs for the guy and his camera?” “Yes.” “But not since we started doing stuff together?” “No,” she lied. I dipped my finger into her slit and toyed with her clit. “Has Dad put his cock in you lately?” “No.” “You must be very stressed right now.” “Don’t worry about me,” she said a little out of breath. “Do you want me to jerk you off or something?” I didn’t fall for her attempt to distract me. I moved my finger down and touched her opening. I felt her pussy clench and her hole close tight. I smeared some of her wetness up along her lips, and around her hard clit. “No, that’s okay, I want to talk some more.” I squeezed her nub gently between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it around slowly. “How about if I jerk you off, Mom? Would you like that?” “No, Alex, we’re not even going to go there.” I leaned across her body and sucked at the nipple that hadn’t gotten much attention yet, and continued to fiddle with her clit. “I want to ...
    make you cum,” I said. “You can want it all you want, but it’s not going to happen.” “It will if I tell you it will.” “You’re not getting it, Alex.” As she spoke I thought I detected her legs moving apart ever so slightly. “For boys it’s mostly a mechanical process. Pull on their dick and they cum. For women it’s primarily a mental thing. There’s no magic button for us, we have to be fully engaged with our partner in order to have an orgasm. Meaning we have to be a willing participant.” “You don’t think I can f***e you to cum?” “I will try to fake it if you insist, but what’s the point of that?” I went back to her nipple. I licked the stiff rise of crinkled skin near the center of her areola. My finger wiggled down and played around her opening. This time she didn’t tense up. I could have penetrated her easily if I wanted. Would she call me a r****t if I did? Feeling her silky wetness at that spot was plenty good enough for me at that moment. “I want to watch you have a real orgasm.” “Even if it was possible, I still wouldn’t do that in front of you.” “How come? I do it in front of you all the time.” “I don’t know how you have this thing all turned around in your head, Alex, but I’ll say it again, this is an ordeal for me that I don’t know if I will ever get over.” She paused for a second when I slid my fingers back up to her clit and began rubbing it again. It seemed like her brain disconnected for a moment then kicked back on. “The things you are forcing me to do are hurtful ...