Real Mothers : 4 Pack Mommy Son Erotica Bundle – Books 1-4

He pushed it all the way to the back of my throat and I ate it lovingly, massaging his balls as they sat beneath my lips and pumping a tight fist over his length whenever I let it out of my mouth.

I breathed heavily as I pumped his cock against my face, but I wasn't willing to stop there.

"Play with my pussy," I urged, opening my legs wide so he could get in at the bottom of my loose shorts.

Paul obliged dutifully, searching beneath and finding my wet laced panties that he began to rub with those expert fingers of his.

Before long he'd slid the crotch of them over, along with my shorts and was staring headlong in to my hairy, wet cunt as he began to finger it.

I took his cock from my mouth now and quickly pulled my panties off, tossing them to the side and lying completely naked on his table.  I'd wager he hadn't imagined his first qualified massage going quite like this!

"Fuck me, Paul," I breathed over his cock.  "I want you."

I turned on the massage table now, pointing my glistening pussy at him and splitting my legs around him.

"Put that cock inside me," I snarled, causing Paul's eyes to light up.

I looked to it and watched as he gripped his hand around his dick, guiding the pink, swollen crown towards my pussy as a torrent of blood pumped through him.

He smoothed it up and down the wet crease of my lips, sliding it in slowly as my motherly warmth absorbed him inch by inch.

"Fuck, Mom," he said, watching his dick disappear in to my crease.  "That feels so good."

"I know," I said, closing my eyes as my darling boy's cock filled me.

Paul began to slam in to me now, clapping his hips against my big ass and spreading my sticky juices all over my pussy as he fucked them out of me, his cock white with my cum as he pumped it in to me.

His hands reached forwards and continued massaging my breasts, still slick and slippery with the oil he'd used and thankful for the attention.

My fingers ran down his front, feelings his abs below his t-shirt but still not satisfied.

"Take it off," I said and he obliged instantly, pulling it over his head and showing me those well-sculpted muscles of his.

I followed the contours of them all the way down his body, my eyelids loose with ecstasy as my gaze fell towards his cock, watching it slam inside my core again and again with ceaseless energy.

Soon I was a trembling, blissful mess, my jaw clenched and my stomach tense as the impending orgasm swelled inside me like some gargantuan wave.

Paul seemed almost oblivious as he continued his pace, but soon I was moaning and writhing in front of him as it began to escape me.

"Oh, Paul," I cried, my hand running across my face.  "I'm coming, Paul!"