1. Back Seat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: drew1207, Rating: 98, Source: xHamster

    cock. I clenched my teeth to make sure I didn't moan as a mixture of emotions went through me. Excitement at my son finally taking control. Humiliation at the fact I was excited he was taking control. Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of my being. Frustration that he wasn't fucking me hard like I liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea. Guilt as I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock was lodged in me I hadn't let him fuck me. I had only allowed him to penetrate me. I know it was a technicality, but it was all I had left to grasp to... And now that was gone. My son let go of my hips, giving the decision to me. This was my chance to stop this. To lift my body up and allow his cock to slip out of my very wet pussy. To take control of this bizarre situation. And I did take control. Although not as a mother, but as a horny slut. I continued the slow motion riding that my son had been controlling. Suddenly, it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was me willingly riding him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I would never get off like this. I needed to bounce on his cock hard. I needed to ride it fast. I needed it slamming into me. I didn't make love, I fucked. Yet, I couldn't do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing. Suddenly my phone, which I had put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand. I looked at it. Fuck, I love you, Mommy. Reading ...
    those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing term for being a mother... and I was a mess. I couldn't deny that I felt something so powerful as his cock slowly filled me, as I stared at those words. I loved him too. And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him. I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong! How could something wrong feel so right? I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother... every Mommy. I struggled to text him too. I love you too, son. Another text. I'm going to come in you Mommy. Another text: Just ride me a bit faster, Mommy. Another text: Please, Mommy! I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to get him off. I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside my pussy. So.... I began riding him faster, grabbing the back of my husband's seat slyly for support. I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and did my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my cunt muscles around his stiff dick. And as it worked for my husband, it worked for my son... like father, like son, as I felt his cum suddenly fill my cunt. I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from my husband. &#034You okay?&#034 Alex asked again. &#034Just really need to pee,&#034 I replied, as my son continued spewing inside me and I milked him for all I could. &#034A couple of minutes,&#034 he promised. &#034Okay,&#034 I replied, ...
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