1. Masturbating Mom


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    indiscretions -- in detail -- we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us. I suddenly wondered if my 16-year-old son Paul masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my son's strong young body lying back on his bed, cock in hand, fisting himslef while he listened to Jim fucking the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried NOT to think about something? The more you try, the more you can't stop! In desperation, I looked frantically around the room for something to distract my lustful i****tuous thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I looked like when we made love. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers lightly around the underside and would occasionally push it up in a reassuring grasp. &#034What does this look like?&#034 I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that. STOP IT! I thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I rolled onto my left side and continued to look at myself in the mirror. I pulled the ...
    covers down until my navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts formed a deep line in the middle of my chest. My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily suppressed. I was feeling good! I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A great tingle shot through my body the first time my nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in the space between my thumb and forefinger. I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness beginning to form deep within my groin. Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions to include both breasts. After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find one. Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the rest of my body. I started to raise my right leg. I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I could tell that my wetness had ...
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