Anna Stevens raced down the hall, her bedroom door slammed closed. Her chest heaved from exertion. Her mind raced with what she had done as she leaned against the door. Horror filled her mind as she gazed down at her cum covered hand. A hand that had touched, caressed her son's -- a child she had raised herself -- cock to the point of climaxing. Her thighs rubbed together feeling how her yoga pants were soaked with her own orgasmic juices. However, her nose wiggled as Johnathan's scent filled the air. Taking a dry swallow as she brought her hand up. She had forgotten the last time she smelled fresh semen. Her tongue darted out as she contemplated on if she should do the unthinkable. Had she not done that already? Did she not jack your own son off on their couch as he did the same to her womanhood?
Her tongue trembled as she brought her hand closer. Trepidation filled her mind uncertain on what was happening to her. Yet as her tongue tasted the first drop of her son's semen there was no stopping her in savoring every drop of her son's seed. Before she knew it, she was staring at her own saliva coated hand, and she hungered for more!
Johnathan stopped in his tracks giving his mother some time to coupe with what had just happened. He was not prepared for what he heard as he stood silently on the landing of the second floor. Creeping down the hall, glad he had the forethought to slip out of his sneakers beforehand. His hand flew to his mouth to keep his gasp from alerting his mother. He in no way wanted her to know he was just outside her door as he peered through the crack of the skewed door.
"Yes John, fuck me." Johnathan heard his mother moan softly. Watching as best as he could given his position. "That's it baby fuck mama with that cock I gave birth to!" He heard his mother whimper as she plunged her red silicon dildo in and out of her cunt. Glad that his mother was facing away from the door, he didn't want to know what she would do to him if she saw him standing there watching her masturbate with her ass to the door. "Yes baby! Right there!" Anna's voice was muffled as she was currently face down on the mattress. Her left hand rubbing her clit as her right held firmly to the base of the rubber phallus she was fucking herself with. "Yes baby make your lonely, sex deprived mother cum!" Johnathan's eyes widen as he watched as his mother came. He knew something had to be done. He knew this wasn't his mother. It had to be whatever was haunting the house to make his mother like this. But first, looking down he needed to take care of something before he could tackle the problem at hand.
As with any average southern summer night thunderstorms were highly unpredictable. That night was no different. Johnathan had fallen asleep a little pass eleven p.m. that night after having no luck on figuring out how to help his mother. He didn't think having sex with her was even an option. Little did he know what was about to occur on that stormy night.
It was pass two a.m. as the door to Johnathan's bedroom slowly inched open. A dark figure moved silently through the room so not to awake her prey. Johnathan's sheet slowly slid down his body before piling onto the floor at the foot of his bed. Lightning flashed out highlighting his body and the face of the woman that was about to make love to it. The tips of her auburn hair teased Johnathan's mattress as she pulled down the boxers Johnathan wore to bed.
"
Tate
?" Nora's voice emanating from Anna's lips after taking possession of her body. "
I'm sorry Tate, but your mother is lonely. Please forgive me for what I'm about to do
," Nora repeated the same words that would forever be stuck within that loop. "
You've been such a great help to me, and mama can no longer resist the thoughts in her head
," she said crawling along the bed towards her sleeping child. "
Tate? I pray that you don't wake up, because your mother can't hold back any longer
." Reaching out grasping her son's soft member, her hot breath flowing over it urging it to awaken from its slumber. "
Tate? Do you like how your mother pleases you
?" Nora asked after the tip of Johnathan's cock left her lips. If his sleeping face was indication than yes Johnathan did enjoy the feel of his mother's mouth on his cock. "
I promise Tate you're going to enjoy being with me
," Nora said maneuvering Anna's body to straddle her son's hips. Anna(Nora) gasped as his mushroom top penetrated the threshold of her paradise. Her hands ran over his chest as she rocked her hips along that hard tool. A devilish smile graced her lips loving the feel of his phallus lodged within her womanhood. Her hands ran up the body Nora was possessing cradling Anna's breasts, feeling how the woman's sex was liquefying as her folds milked the cock that was currently pleasing the two of them. "
Yes Tate! Such a sweet boy, you are giving your mother such a huge load
," Nora's voice cooed feeling Johnathan's rod swelling in the cunt that gave birth to him. Then something happened as if a light switch was flipped on.
"Dear god what have I done?!" Anna's hands cupped her mouth as she gasped at what she had done. Her body shuddering as she lifted herself off of her son's cock. She tried not to let her eyes flutter at the feeling of a man's tool in her cunt for the first time in five years. She tried not to give into the feeling of how Johnathan's cock felt like as it slid out of her canal as she rose; nor could she ignore the fact of how his cum felt as it ran down her channel dripping down onto the cock that had just pleasured her. "Oh god! What am I going to do?!" Anna bemoaned as she bit on her nail trying to figure out just what she was going to do. First thing first, she had to clean up her son as much as she could. She knew it would look very, very bad for her if son woke up with her pussy juice marring his skin. Her eyes flickered down to his cock, then to the bathroom across the hall, then back down to her son's rod. Shanking her head knowing if she turned on the sink it might alert her son. Then her green eyes focused on those droplets of semen that coated her son's phallus. Shrugging her shoulders, in for a penny in for a pound she thought to herself. Her eyes flickered over as she knelt on his bed. Praying that her son didn't wake up. She didn't know why but the sight of the sleepy smile on his face did lift her mood. Anna fought back her moan at the taste of her and her son mixed together as her tongue cleaned Johnathan's rod. Quickly covering his body with his discarded sheet, hoping Johnathan wouldn't look to much into the fact he was naked when he awoken in the morning.
Anna breathed heavily as she leaned against her closed door, glad she didn't have to face the look on her son's face. Yet as her fear slowly faded away, her mind finally registering how her body hummed. The way her cunt throbbed, the smell of her son's cum as it ran down her thighs. How she wanted to say that she cleaned her body of the signs of her son's sex with dignity, although that was not the case as Anna dug out every drop of cum she could. Sating her hunger as she sucked her fingers clean. Sighing into her chest knowing this wasn't how a mother was supposed to act. She shouldn't enjoy the taste of her son's cum. She shouldn't be thinking of returning to her son's room, waking her child, displaying her naked body to him before crawling onto his bed. Reaching down in-between her legs, arousing that tool of his that she had cleaned when he was a baby. Tenderly kissing his lips as she sank back down onto his cock. Letting her son feel how wet his cock makes her as she rode that pole of his.
"Snap out of it Anna," Anna said to herself smacking herself across her cheek, "just go to bed. Forget about tonight it didn't happen," she said trying to make herself believe her words. "You didn't fuck your son. You didn't enjoy cleaning your son's cock," Anna nodded to herself as she crawled into her bed. Yet her eyes flickered down at the nightstand as she reached for the light switch to turn off her small lamp beside her bed. Her right hand ran down her stomach she was in no way satisfied. Not after having the first taste of a cock regardless if it was her son's cock or not in five years. Her left hand reached into the nightstand's drawer pulling out that an eight inch long, two inch thick flesh colored dildo as the fingers of her right hand ran along her saturated lips.
