"What's taking so long? The reservation is in 20 minutes!" Archer Sanders called out. He listened to the faucet running, while tapping his foot outside the bathroom door. Though he could not argue with the results, he was confounded why a woman as naturally beautiful as the one he had married 19 years earlier required so much time getting ready for a night out.
5'2" with eyes of blue and wavy, dark blonde hair that swept past her shoulders, Charissa Sanders was coating her lips with a tube of her favorite ruby-red lipstick and waiting for her makeup to set a few minutes earlier, when another caller had come knocking. Now she was kneeling in front of the porcelain toilet, breasts exposed, cheeks protruding, and throat straining to envelop her son's ruby-stained girth.
A senior in high school, Quinn Sanders was near the top of his class, the MVP of the basketball team, with the sculpted looks and thick cock of a bona fide stud. After a string of relationships with girls his own age, his attention wandered homeward after an unplanned and alcohol induced New Year's kiss with his 38-year-old mother. That was all the spark necessary to inflame his taboo desires.
Whenever his dad was out for work, Quinn found a reason to be near Charissa. He would walk around shirtless, hug her from behind, and kiss the nape of her neck until she allowed him to drag her by the hand to his bed. He loved the way her tits felt in his hands, the way her pussy tasted on his tongue, and the expressions she'd make when he made her cum. Stealing his father's woman through the course of several weeks was not only fun but thrilling. Quinn still had a full semester to go, and by the time college began he was hellbent on getting his mother pregnant.
"You're so hot," he whispered, leaning back to admire her, his balls curdling with a full load of teenage gunk.
"Mom, let me cum in your pussy."
She shook her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she sucked enthusiastically with a dreamy look in her eyes. He reached and grabbed a fistful of her luscious blonde mane and began pulling it back. She whined, nursing on his manhood like a baby with a pacifier until his dick reluctantly plopped from her mouth.
"Honey. I don't have time to take another shower." She gasped in a raspy voice as her throat relaxed.
"Then don't." Quinn uttered pulling her up by the waist and pushing her against the counter to the flowing sink. Her body shivered as he lifted her dress and yanked her panties to her ankles.
"God, you are so wet." He said, rubbing her clit with his fingers while pressing his cock into the folds of her moist petals.
