Big mommy milkers -- chapter 1 son in a hard place
I was peeking through the door at my son and his girlfriend. Together.
Gentle moaning had dragged me here and the new medication which made me want to jump the bones of everything in sight made me stay.
She was stroking his dick, poorly, you could tell she was new to it as she worked his tool without any decent rhythm. What she lacked for in technique she made up for in looks the bright pink top pulled half way down to expose her perfect 18-year-old tits. They lacked size but made up for it with perk. She flipped back her platinum blonde hair as she went into sloppily lick my son's tip.
I was alarmed at first from the side effects but the doctor assured me this was normal, and I was enjoying this new found sensuality.
I grazed my panty covered clit as she took him her mouth fully. Fully focused on this moment the two of them, and I secretly were sharing. I gently traced my labia worried I'd lose myself and that my son and his girlfriend would walk out not on his well composed mother but on a deranged women who was surely the horniest person on the planet right now. Gave my tits a gentle squeeze and a moan escaped me.
He whispered something, I was flush. Fuck, I was sure they had heard that moan and were about to blast out of the room and shame me his slut mom.
A yelp nearly escaped me as my son's girlfriend laid a resounding slap across my sons face. I was shocked, at first, I didn't think my mild son 18-year-old son would be into something like this, but it was clear it was not intended for pleasure. She quickly rearranged her top and made herself as decent as one could to storm out someone you'd just been giving head to.
Shit, I'd be caught red handed, "What was that?" I called out quickly, down the hallway to make it sound as if I wasn't right outside the door. "If you two are breaking things.."
To avoid being caught I did the unthinkable and burst through my son's door. His girlfriend stormed out, and there was a flurry of covers, as my son scrambled from the recent shock of the slap and the surprise of me busting in.
"Well?" I asked accusingly.
My son was beat red.
"Aww, honey. Don't feel bad." I said as I moved to the bed. Sitting down next to him I brought his head to my lap and gently ran my fingers through his hair.
The smell of his shampoo, the lingering perfume and smell of hot pussy was intoxicating