All of the characters in this story are at least 18 y/o or older.
This story is a work of fiction. It has no bearing at all with reality.
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He walked up to the door of a ranch-style suburban house, then pressed the doorbell. After a few minutes have elapsed, an attractive woman in her late 30's answers. She is wearing a wrap-around dress, but her legs are bare with her feet shod in pink house shoes. She is not wearing a speck of makeup.
Her brown eyes are framed by shoulder-length auburn hair which leads the eyes down to her D cup-sized breast. Her mid-sized torso is graced with wide birthing hips. All-in-all she was a middle-aged woman such like is encountered daily on the streets.
"Good morning, Mrs. Adam."
"Good morning, Thomas. You are here early. I wasn't expecting you for a couple of more hours."
"The thought of dipping my wick into your sweet honey pot compelled me to meet you very early this morning. I am very horny this morning, Emma. We are a couple this week."
"I know, but it's just 9:00 AM, and here you are lusting for me."
"I need to fuck you, Emma. Please don't keep me waiting."
Emma and Thomas were members of a secret club named the, "Fuck a Mom Club." It was made up of mothers and their sons who have agreed to be paired as lovers for one week before switching to a different partner the following week. The sons had to be at least eighteen and the women had to be either the biological mother or a stepmother of the young man they claimed as a son. Beyond that, there were few other rules save that both parties had to consent to any given sex act. If the woman was opposed to anal, for instance, the male would not be able to fuck her in the ass.
"You know the way, Tom. I'll meet you in the shower after you've stripped."
Thomas goes to the guest bedroom stripping naked. In a couple of minutes, Emma appears untying the bow of the wrap dress then letting it slip off her body. Thom is stricken by the sight of her body, he saw her as a goddess of love though he has seen her naked numerous times by now.
His stiff dick presses on her tummy and she can feel his balls as well as they embrace. Tom wants to feel her pussy envelop his cock in her soft wet and tight canal, She wants to feel the rigid staff as it slid in and out of her, finally, she desires to feel his hot sperm spray into her womb.
Secretly she wishes that this load of his seed fertilizes her. She wants to have his baby. Being married is meaning less and less to her. It is his child she wants not her husband's.
They step let into the shower. Tom takes the hand shower head. He directs the stream of lukewarm water to her clit. She begins to moan as her bud is massaged by the stream. She feels love juice flow out of her vagina and down her leg. He is now going back and forth along her slit a few times before he concentrates on her tight brown hole.
Emma had prepared her rectum for Tom's cock in her ass this morning using an enema to clean out all the poop.
The head of his stiff tool is now touching her anus. With a strong thrust, he pops in the head then continues until he fills her rectum. His lover whines as he violated her brown round hole. but after the initial pain, pleasure overcomes it. The cycle of in and out, in and out please her brown hole which clamps around the dick very tightly making the friction of the cycle more pleadureable.
"Tom fuck me. Don't make me wait. My pussy is hungry."
With his cock positioned at the opening of her love gate, Tom pushed in as she pushes out. He feels her vagina open accepting his round cock's head but it clamps around his member a soon as it violated her body.
The sounds of a woman's voice calling out, "Oooo, Ooooo, Oooooo" as a man is driving into her intimate area than an "Aahhh," when he reached her depth and she feels his touch against her uterus.
"Are you ready to begin, Emma?"
"Yes, I am ready."
He pulls out then pushes in. For her part, Emma wraps her legs around his thighs holding him in place and pushing him in deeper when he thrust. Our lovers establish a rhythm pacing their intercourse as they felt fit to do so. Sometimes it was slow and at other times fast, and at other times at a moderate pace, all of it headed to a release of pent-up sexual tension.
"Emma, I am going to cum soon."
"Please, wait for me. Let's cum together. Fuck me faster and harder."
