1. Masturbating Mom


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

    would partially disappear into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. I was delighted every time my actions would cause another drop of his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a long liquid thread. He watched intently and gasped, &#034Oh yes! Oh yes, that feels so good, Mom!&#034 I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son's juices that had formed on my stomach. I played with it and rubbed it 'round and 'round. I coated my fingers with it and then placed them where they would do the most good... in my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my fingers back into my overheated fuck-hole. Again and again I collected Paul's seminal fluid's to lubricate my thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my son's cock with my left hand. I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He was going to come. He didn't have to tell me, but he did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards the lower portion of my body. His cock swelled against my grip. Paul's head fell back and his back arched sexily, his hips jerking in a fucking motion into my fist as he groaned in orgasm. A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of his prick. Most of it landed across my perfectly hairless cunt, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my body. It stopped precisely under my son's cock. A second spasm from Paul's body deposited an equal volume of rich, i****tuous sperm ...
    almost in the same place. I kept stroking him as again and again his slender young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of origin. For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable results. He has no control over his body. All of my actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to happen. I was in control. The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a storm, is the wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting from his penis. Some women don't like it. Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don't like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths. They feel controlled. Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to have an orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I will have his cum. It is on my terms. I almost feel that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the 'man' was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't seem to matter any more. All that mattered was that he was male and I was female, with the right equipment to give each other pleasure and right now that was exactly what both of us needed badly. The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm ...
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