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Back in the Saddle

Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

and sipped her drink, disturbing thoughts bouncing endlessly around her brain. Could all the things that Helen had said about her son wanting her, and also calling his wife mom while that made love be true? She didn't think so, but the thought that maybe it was true kept lingering in the back of her mind. Hadn't he stared at her with something more akin to lust than what a son should have? She knew the answer to that was yes; she'd seen it in his eyes. Her nipples grew stiff as she recalled the bulge growing in his pants the longer he had stared at her. And God help me, she rebuked herself, didn't your pussy get wet just from having your son leer at you? She wanted desperately to blame her own arousal on the booze but knew in her heart that she couldn't. The thought that maybe she shouldn't let Helen confront John by herself nagged at her. Setting her glass down she rose and went inside. Madison heard Helen scream and fear clutched at her heart as she raced toward the sound. It was coming from John's room. When she reached the threshold of his bedroom her jaw dropped, her hands flew up to her mouth and her mind struggled to register what her eyes were seeing. There before her was John between Helen's wide open legs, his trunks hanging around his ankles, and his ass cheeks clinching with each forceful lunge of his hips. His legs were parted enough for her to see his balls bouncing off Helen's upturned ass. When he pulled back she got a quick glimpse of his thick hard cock ... covered in a shiny sheen of their fluids. The size of it took her breath away. Before she knew what she was doing one of her hands had slid into the top of her suit and captured a ripe nipple between two fingers while the other one had snaked down over her mound and was applying subtle pressure on her clit through the fabric. Leaning gently against the doorjamb she watched mesmerized as the spectacle before her played out, the pressure on her mound increasing. "Is this what you've been wanting Helen?" John growled, slamming into her hot wet cunt savagely. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me you motherfucker!" Helen wailed, trying to push her hips up to meet the battering ram that was filling her pussy so full. Placing his hands at the back of her knees he pushed her legs down until they were almost touching her tits. He couldn't deny the effect her pussy was having on his cock. The heat around his shaft was building and he could feel the throbbing increase as he plunged faster and faster into her sopping wetness. Leaning over her he began to take long strokes in and out to prolong the orgasm that was fast approaching. Madison watched as her son leaned forward giving her a better view of his cock as it went in and out of Helen's bald pussy. Until now she hadn't realized how long it was. Butterflies began dancing in her stomach as she worked her hand furiously over her mound, her eyes glued to the thick wet muscle that was her son's hard cock. She barely had time to pull her hand away from her ...