Momma's Lunch Box

It's nearly noon and my daughter and I are at home watching television before I need to make us lunch. My son-in-law Charlie will be home soon for his lunch hour.

I get up to heat our lunch from yesterday's leftovers while she keeps watching TV in the living room. Suddenly, I see my sweet son-in-law quietly come into the kitchen from the back door.

As soon as he makes eye contact, he holds his finger to his lips, "Shhh..."

I open my mouth to ask him what's going on but before I can say anything he's behind me with his hand covering my mouth. "You need to be quiet, momma. You don't want that daughter of yours to hear us do you?"

I try to plead with him through my eyes but he just quietly chuckles. "Be good, momma. I'm here for my lunch. Now be good and lean over the counter, but you had best be quiet or I'll tell my wife that you seduced me. I'll also tell her how you drank my cum this morning. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"

I shake my head no. I don't want to upset her and I know she would be so angry with me for messing around with her husband.

Charlie's hands push my torso into the kitchen counter. I don't know what he's about to do but I'm taken by surprise when my skirt is pulled up to my waist and I hear my panties rip.

The remnants fall to the floor around my feet. "Son, what are you doing?" I whisper angrily. Be just pushes my head against the counter and says, "Stay."

I whimper as I feel his hands caress over my ass. I can't allow myself to enjoy this. It's wrong. Suddenly, I feel something hot and very wet against my pussy lips and asshole. I freeze, afraid to make a sound.

I hear Charlie quietly growl as he pulls my lower lips apart with his thumbs and runs his nose along my bare flesh. That's when I feel it again, his tongue. Before, he had just run his tongue over my closed pussy lips but now, he's diving into me.

His tongue moves over my wet pussy tasting all my sweetness. I'm so turned on right now, even though I know it's wrong. If my daughter caught us, she would never forgive me but I can't seem to stop Charlie from doing all the things he wants.

I feel his tongue enter my eager hole and my knees nearly buckle. I'm so close to orgasm when he begins tongue fucking me that I have to bite my fist to keep from moaning. He moves to replace his tongue with two big fingers and I can feel his thumb stroke the delicate skin of my asshole.

His tongue moves to my clit and he circles and flicks until my knees shake. I'm about to cum and dripping with juices but then he moves away and I can't hold back the whimper.

He leans down and whispers, "Don't worry, momma. I won't leave you wanting." He grabs my hair and turns my face for a devastating kiss just before he drives his cock deep inside my achingly empty cunt. I want to scream with the pleasure of it but I know I can't. "That's a good cock slut. Don't make a sound."

Suddenly, he starts pounding his cock into my soaking hole. The punishing thrusts push me over the edge and I bite my hand even harder as I cum all over my son-in-law's big, black, beautiful cock. My pussy walls pulse as my orgasm washed over me and my juices run down my legs.

He continues his punishing rhythm, the sound of his skin slapping against mine so loud that I'm afraid my daughter will hear us. "You like that, you little cock whore?" He whispers. "Take it. Take that big fat cock. Who owns this pussy, momma? Huh? Who owns this fucking cunt?"

I whimper again. "You do, son...yes!" I cum again without warning and this time my juices flow from me like a river onto the floor beneath me.

My cunt walls squeeze his cock in pulsing electricity and my body jerks with each new wave. His cock gets bigger and harder just before his thrusts stutter and he quietly groans. His cum jets into my waiting pussy over and over.

Charlie rests his head between my shoulders as he catches his breath and he places a kiss behind my ear. "Momma, you've got the best fucking cunt."

I quietly giggle and wiggle my hips causing us both to shudder from aftershocks. He pulls out of my body and his heavy load drips out of me. He lands back and pries my cheeks apart so he can see the cream pie he's just created.

Then he pats my ass and lowers my skirt before tucking himself back into his pants. "You better go clean up, momma. You're looking like a dirty whore right now. Can't let my wife see that now, can we?"

Standing straight, I turn around and he gives me an evil grin, "I'll just pick up a sandwich on the way back to work." Turning on his heel, he quietly slips out the back door. "Thanks for lunch, momma. See ya at dinner," he says with a wink.

And then he's gone...