Milf #7: Maggie Needs Son's Coc

I drove back from the photo shoot, the town humming past in a blur, my mind unable to focus, never leaving the store. It was like a film reel playing behind my eyes - flashes of Maria, of Lisa, of soft lace and bare skin, the way they moved, caught by the camera, caught by my touch, caught by my lustful glances. Maria in her wildcat getup, playful and wicked, shuddering between my legs. Lisa in red lace, sensual, sexual, impaled by my son. My mind was playing back flashes of color, movement, connection. It had been incredible. Electric.

And Daniel... God, Daniel. How he looked at Lisa - hungry, mesmerized - the shutter clicking like a heartbeat. Before we watched his long cock pound Lisa in the kitchen like a piece of meat. Their young bodies a treat to behold.

And me, heat curling low inside me all day, heat pounding through my body, heat erupting from me again and again as Maria and I fulfilled every one of our desires.

But it wasn't just me feeling it. It was Maria feeling it too that made it even more special. The way her eyes followed Lisa. The way she looked at Daniel. I saw the way she looked at his cock. Lust. Pure and simple. I wanted her turned on, I loved seeing her horny, I wanted to be there when she was on heat. I wanted Maria to be happy.

And the way I looked at her. At all of them. I didn't want it to end, not really.

There was more. I wanted more. I felt an anticipation. I was ready to change the rhythm, take the high we'd built, and push it somewhere deeper, more dangerous. Literally deeper, literally more dangerous.

It all span in my head as I drove, swam in my mind, on autopilot, somehow finding my way home.

A quick bite to eat barely grounded me. My thoughts were already ahead of me, spinning toward what would come next. What I needed next. It wasn't true that Maria and I had fulfilled all of our desires. There was one. I needed that desire to be fulfilled next.

I heard it - the front door clicked shut. That familiar rush of footsteps pounding up the stairs. Deja Vu washed over me, thick like honey. And then the door to his room opened.

There he was. Or, more to the point, there I was.

Waiting. Ready. Eyes meeting his, already knowing. I needed my desire to be fulfilled. My desire to be fulfilled by his long, hard cock.

I lay spread out on the bed, my body a canvas of skin and taut muscle. One arm was free, resting lazily at my side, but the other was pulled tight above my head, wrist bound to the metal headboard with a thick leather restraint. My legs were spread wide, each one tied at the ankle higher than my head, exposing my most intimate parts to the coolness of the room. My pussy glistened with arousal, and my anus was pulled open, inviting. A black ball gag filled my mouth, silencing any protests I might have had - not that I would make any.

"Mmmph," I moaned softly behind the gag, my eyes locking with Daniel's as he stood in the doorway, his chest expanding with quick, shallow breaths. I tilted my head slightly, gesturing to my free arm with a flick of my wrist, silently instructing him to restrain it as well. He knew the drill.

For a moment, Daniel just stared, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. Without a word, he stripped off his clothes.

"Did you hear me fucking Lisa?" he finally asked as he slid his trousers over his strong thighs.

I nodded.

"I thought so. I knew it would turn you on. Have you been wet for me all day?" He rolled his briefs down over his cock. Over his cock - already monstrously long, hard and throbbing.

I nodded.

I will never tell him about Maria. I will never tell him that we watched together and then made each other cum. He is not Maria. He is just for fucking. For filling me. For fulfilling me. He will slowly learn that he is not the one in control. He is there for my pleasure.

Daniel walked towards me.

He stepped onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip beneath me. He reached for the restraint around my loose wrist. I watched as he tied my free arm to the headboard, his hands moving with purpose. The leather bit into my skin, and I let out a muffled whimper, my body trembling with longing. I opened my palm and showed him the thin, sperm-shaped toy I had brought from the store.

He smiled, taking it from me, looking down at me, entirely at his mercy.

His long cock was level with my face as he pushed the soft power button, and the device started to vibrate. I saw the veins down the shaft of his cock pulsing from within. I saw the head pushing through the foreskin. He couldn't hide how much he was enjoying this. He pressed the button again, and the vibrations increased in intensity; another press and the pace increased again. He traced it along my inner thigh, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. He watched my face change through pleasure and fear of the unknown. The noise grew louder as it passed my cheek and dropped below my chin. Inching down slowly. I writhed against the restraints, my muffled moans escaping through the ball gag as my body arched toward the teasing touch.

"Mmmph, mmmmm, ffffff, mmmmm," involuntary noises as my body already wriggled and twisted.

His eyes dropped to my wet pussy lips.

"You're so fucking ready for me," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He dragged the vibrator further down my thigh, circling the sensitive flesh of my pussy without touching it directly. My eyes fluttered shut, and my breath came in short, erratic bursts as I awaited the inevitable. As he reached my clit he stopped. The buzzing loud in our ears. Loud through my loins.

"Here?" he asked?

As he pushed it firmly against my clit, my whole body jolted. A guttural cry tore from my throat, muffled by the gag, as pleasure coursed through me like an electric current. It wasn't the action itself; it was the inability to deny what was happening; the inability to control what was happening; the act of giving up control to my son. It was exhilarating but scary. Tantalizing but terrifying.

Daniel played his part; he watched me with a predatory smile, his cock twitching as he enjoyed the sight of his mother in front of him. He kept the vibrator there, pushing it against my clit in slow, deliberate circles, forcing me to endure the relentless build of pleasure. Forcing me to enjoy the culmination of my want.

"Good girl," he said, his free hand trailing up my pulsating stomach toward him from my breasts to my pussy, circling the vibrator before parting my sopping pussy lips, his fingers slipping inside me with ease.

I was foaming wet, my folds sliding around him as he reached through me. I clenched around his fingers - begging for more. Wanting to feel every part of his fingers against the walls of my pussy.

"Here?" he repeated.

I nodded.

He crooked his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside me, and my hips bucked against the restraints, bucked against his hand, bucked against the vibrator. My eyes were struggling, my body was struggling, my mind was struggling, but he continued to circle my clit with the toy and pull his fingers within my pussy. I can't hold on; I can't hold on. My pussy sucked him, clasping and clenching, dilating around his fingers. He drew through me again and again. My body shuddered again and again. Suddenly, I felt the contractions close around his hand, my pussy clenched, and then the juices started flowing, shooting up his arm. My stomach rippled, and I sucked on the gag for air. My breasts shook and bounced, expanding and contracting as the orgasm piled through me.

"Aghhhhhh, Aghhhhhh, Mummmph, Arghhhhh," high-pitched screams as my body is trapped under his hands. "Aghhhhh, Aghhhhh, Aghhhhhh," louder, louder. My body snapping back and forth. "Ffffffff, Fffffffff, Aghhhhhhh Mummmph, Aghhhhhh."

My arms and legs ache from pulling at the restraints, my body repulsed and climactic. Rebelling and reveling.

But Daniel isn't done. He pulled the vibrator away from my clit and brought it to my ass, the tip pressing against my tight entrance. My eyes flew open, wide and pleading, as he teased me there, the vibrations making my muscles tremble as the first orgasm continued to wrack my body. My legs are kicking in the air, my arms trying to wrestle free. His fingers continued to pull through my pussy.

"Here?" he repeats.

My breath is short; I'm gasping and dribbling. I wasn't sure if I could cope. My eyes closed, my mind went blank, my body convulsed through no choice of its own. Daniel didn't get a response. He didn't need one. He pushed the vibrator into my anus, the thin shaft sliding in with surprising ease. My breath stopped; my body tensed as the sensations overwhelmed me. I screamed, I yelled, all muffled through the gag. But then he turned the vibrator to its highest setting, and my awareness of what was happening disappeared. It was an out-of-body experience as wave after wave flew through and out of me. Any resistance melting away.

My body shivered. My eyes pleaded. My body jumped. My eyes closed. My body writhed. My eyes rolled back. Juice shot from my pussy in gushes, unable to keep it inside. And then...

...My eyes flew open, wild and desperate. I stared at him as he thrust his cock into me in one smooth motion. He was smiling as he fed his long cock into my soaking wet pussy from above me, and he started to fuck his mother. Oh, God, did he fuck his mother.

I'd already cum multiple times, I didn't know if I could take anymore, but I didn't have a choice - not when I was bound like this, entirely at his mercy.

"That's it," Daniel growled, his own arousal evident as he watched me squirm. "You can take it. You sexy MILF."

And I did take it. All of it. Parting my pussy lips like a hot knife through butter. Like a bull in a china shop. Like a long, hard cock through a soaking wet pussy.

He reached in front of his cock, between my legs, his fingers finding my clit once more, and he began to rub in tight, rapid circles. My moans somehow grew louder, my body vibrating with the triple sensations of the vibrator in my ass, his cock in my pussy, and his fingers on my clit. My back arched away from me, and then slammed back into me. His cock forced my body to rock and roll, bump and bounce. My tits were smashing and sliding, my nipples as hard and pointed as nails.

"Aghhhhhh, Aghhhhhh, Mummmph, Arghhhhh," high-pitched screams as every part of me is filled. "Aghhhhh, Aghhhhh, Aghhhhhh," louder, louder. My body pushed down into the bed, snapping, breaking. "Ffffffff, Fffffffff, Aghhhhhhh Mummmph, Aghhhhhh."

My muffled screams echoed through the room as Daniel fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. It's what I wanted. It's what I needed. It's what I desired.

He set a brutal pace; his hips slammed into me with unrelenting force. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with my choked moans and Daniel's ragged breaths. He reached for the vibrator still inside my ass, pulling it out just enough to thrust it back in, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. His cock felt like it was in my stomach as it dived deeper and deeper. I came again and again. I lost count. I lost consciousness. I loved it. My nipples were hurting, my breasts were flying from side to side and up and down. The sheets were drenched in my cum, my legs were drenched in my cum. Daniel's cock was drenched in my cum.

"Fuck," Daniel screamed, his hands gripped my hips. He pulled me to him as he drove into me harder and faster. "You're so tight, Mom. How are you so fucking tight with all this juice?"

He nearly lost balance as his excitement made him leap into me. I screamed through the gag as his cock slammed against my cervix over and over. The pleasure circumvents the pain. My body not knowing which to respond to.

"Aghhhhhh, Mummmph, Ffffffff, Arghh, Arghh, ffffuck, ffffuck."

My vision blurred as more pleasure ripped through me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with each sensation, with each thrust of his cock and each vibration of the toy. My body convulsed, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as once again I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock, hoping to finish him. But Daniel still wasn't done. He kept fucking me, his pace showing no regard for his mother, driving me through yet another orgasm and into another place. My legs trembled, my arms pulled against the restraints, my breasts slammed against me like airbags. Losing myself in the overwhelming gratification.

Finally, I felt his cock tensing; he sped up, his thrusts deeper, his body more out of control, his eyes glazing over. With a guttural groan, Daniel's cock twitched and expanded. He cums, he cums, and he cums. His cock pulsed inside me as he spilled his release deep inside. My body went limp through exhaustion and relief, my breasts rising and falling rapidly as I tried to accept all of him and simultaneously catch my breath. He stayed inside me for a moment, his body jerking, his cock jerking, before he pulled out.

He stood and watched me. Semen spilling from my pussy and dribbling down to meet the vibrator in my ass. Watery, white streams mixed with my own cum. My anus was still convulsing around the vibrating toy. My tits bouncing through lack of air, my nipples even more painful from being so hard for so long. My eyes streamed with tears, my mouth streamed with saliva.

He slowly reached forward and untied one of my wrists, the leather restraint falling away as he pressed a kiss to my palm. "You're fucking incredible, Mom," he murmured, his bravado slipping for just a second. His voice filled with awe.

But not for long. A smug smirk returned to Daniel's lips. "Relax," he commanded, his voice firm again. "You deserved every second of that. Rest. I'll untie you in a minute."

But I didn't wait. I didn't like that smirk. As soon as Daniel stepped away, I began to work on the remaining restraints, my fingers still shaky as I loosened the knots, but a resentment rose within me. I untied the gag in my lips and placed it on the bed. When I was finally free, I rolled onto my side, my legs feeling like Jello as I tried to sit up. My body was wrecked, every muscle aching with the aftermath of the encounter; my body hummed with the aftermath of Daniel's rough treatment, my muscles weak yet buzzing with energy.  But I couldn't miss this opportunity to change the dynamic, to deny the feeling rising in my chest.

I watched him from the bed, his bare back glistening as he walked toward the bathroom. A perfect specimen. A perfect body. A perfect cock. The sound of the shower turning on filled the room, and I nurtured the spark of rebellion within me. He thought he was in control. He thought he could dominate me, use me, and leave me breathless and satisfied. But things must start to change. This wasn't about him. It never was about him. He was a toy. A magnificent toy, but a toy all the same. Just like the one still vibrating inside me.

I slipped off the bed. I tentatively took a few steps, my feet barely making a sound on the cool hardwood floor. Adrenaline moving me on. My heart racing from exhilaration, from the orgasms, from the bravery. I approached the bathroom, the steam already curling out from under the door. I pushed it open slowly; the scent of soap and water enveloped my senses. Daniel stood under the stream of water, his back to me, his hands running through his hair. His body was a sculpture of power and confidence, but I knew that that moment was the time to shatter that illusion.

I stepped into the shower, the water cascading over my bare body. My skin was more sensitive than usual; it felt the warm jets like needles. My nipples reacted to being hit, hardening and reddening. I slid in behind him. Daniel stiffened for a moment before a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Decided you couldn't stay away, huh?" he said, his voice dripping wet with arrogance like the water from above.

I didn't respond. I never respond. Instead, I pressed my body against him, my hands sliding down his wet torso. He was firm and tight. I felt the tension in his muscles, the way his chest rises ever so slightly. Good, he is ready.

Without warning, I grabbed his shoulders and shoved him face-first against the tiled wall. My large breasts squashed against him, firm and tight. He's much stronger than me, but a combination of surprise and momentum forced him forward, and I could hold him there. He grunted; his hands instinctively braced against the surface, but they were useless above his head. "What the..." he started, but I didn't let him finish.

I kicked his legs apart, my knee pressing between his thighs to keep him in place.

"Stay still," I command, my voice low and authoritative. I surprise myself. I never speak. He speaks. I never speak. I reached between my legs and pulled the vibrator from inside me, and pressed it against the curve of his ass.

Daniel's body tensed. He felt the vibrations and the curves of the toy. His breath was coming quicker now. It was his turn to feel scared. It was his turn to want something so bad but also want it to end.

"What are you..." he began, but his words were cut off by a sharp gasp as I slid the vibrator between his cheeks, teasing his entrance.

"I think it's time you experienced what you've been dishing out," I whispered, my lips grazing the back of his neck. I never speak. He speaks. I never speak. I pushed the vibrator inside him slowly, feeling the way his body resisted before giving in.

His hands clenched against the tiles, and a low groan escaped his lips.

I don't stop. He didn't stop earlier. I don't stop. I move the vibrator in and out, a steady but relentless rhythm. The water poured over us, soaking our skin and cascading over my lips and mouth. Still, all I cared about was the way Daniel's body responded to my touch, the way his breathing gave way to pleasure, and the way his muscles twitched with every thrust.

"Fuck," Daniel muttered, his voice strained. "Maggie, you..."

I cut him off, "Who the fuck is Maggie?"

I reached around to pinch one of his nipples hard. He recoiled against my grip, a sharp inhale of breath hissing through his teeth. "You like that, don't you?" I teased, my fingers playing with his sensitive skin. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his body starting to tremble. I scraped my nails across his chest and felt him wince in my arms.

It's my turn to slide my hand down a stomach, my turn to slide my hand across his heat. My fingers wrapped around his cock. It was hard, throbbing, long, thick, ready for release. It took all my self-control to not drop to my knees and suck him dry, but not this time. This time he needed to learn a lesson. I stroked him slowly, my movements deliberate. Timing a stroke with a pull and push of the vibrator. Feeling the way his hips bucked into my hand. "You want to come, don't you?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "You like being fucked in the ass."

Daniel groaned, his head dropping forward as he fought to keep himself upright. Not resisting, not trying to break free.

"Yes," he managed to gasp, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

"Say it," my voice sharp. "Say you like being fucked."

"I...I...I"

"Say it." I pushed the vibrator hard inside him and felt his hips jolt back into me.

"I like being fucked. I want it," Daniel ground out, his body trembling with need. "I like being fucked. Please, don't stop, I want to cum."

It was my turn to smirk; my grip tightened around him as I continued to fuck him with the vibrator. I felt the tension building in his body; I sensed the end was coming. His breath was tighter, needier. His moans louder. His ass tighter. His cock harder. Desperate gasps, his fingers clawed at the tiles for support. His ass pushed backward into me. I slid my hand up and down his cock; spiraling, pumping, tickling. I pulled the vibrator in and out of his ass, my knee against him, and my breasts pushed hard against his back. My lips near his neck. My breath around him.