1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 9: Tiffanie’s True Desire


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female solo, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen Male / Female, Toys, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    what to say. She led him to a nice spot under some palm trees. He sat against one. “Rub my neck and shoulders?” his mother asked, taking a seat in front of him. “Sure.” Tiffanie made Tom stretch out his legs and leaned against his body. “There you go. Have at it.” He was barely massaging her at first, too afraid and too shocked to really work her tissue. “Harder,” Tiffanie said, leaning her full weight against him. Tom looked forward, to the crashing waves doing his best to avoid looking at her cleavage. His mother moaned, her hands resting on his thighs at her sides. “Yes,” she said, squeezing his thigh muscles while he rubbed her trapezius muscle and neck. Then Tom glanced down. He saw her heaving chest, her breasts slowly rising and falling with her labored breathing. One of those breasts was in his face earlier, the nipple dragged across it. “No, no, no, please don’t,” Tom silently begged his growing erection to calm down. The way she was rubbing his thighs, the way her breasts moved with her heavy breathing, the way she moaned when he massaged her neck – Tom couldn’t will the erection away no matter what now. A few moments later, Tom found himself breathing heavily too. The worst part is that he was instinctually flexing his butt, causing him to ever so lightly thrust upward into his mother’s lower back. “Mmmm,” Tiffanie moaned again, her head lying against Tom’s shoulder. “Lower.” “Hmm?” Tom asked. She grabbed his hands, bringing them around toward her chest, ...
    suggesting he massage her pectoral muscles. Tom did so, but struggled since her pectorals were covered by tit flesh. Rubbing the part where her breasts began, he continued. Tiffanie was moaning more and more now. She was also, just as subtly as Tom, meeting his upward thrusts with downward ones of her own. She felt his cock against her lower back, pretending it was going inside her, there on the secluded beach. She was so wet. “Lower,” she told her son again. He couldn’t disobey his mother. His hands slid lower down her chest, kneading and squeezing more of her breast flesh now. “Yes,” he told himself, the brain in his penis taking control. His hands were in her top now, squeezing her tits from behind. They were massive handfuls, so large, soft. Tiffanie’s left hand slid further up his thigh, “Yes, Tom,” she moaned. She rose up just enough to get her hand behind her, resting it on Tom’s crotch. She was squeezing his erection, just like Tom was squeezing her breasts. Then it happened, Tom lost control, after a minute or so. His body became rigid, his breathing erratic. He was ejaculating. His mother never once stopped her bulge squeezing, loving every second of bringing him an orgasm. He settled down a moment later, going still, bringing his hands out of her top. She turned her head to kiss his lips, but he pulled away, ashamed, embarrassed what he had let himself do to her. The fact that she loved it, encouraged it, and made him cum, was confusing for him. Tom stood, his mother rising ...
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