Mother Yes!

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Author's note: Thank you for the following and reads. I appreciate your patience and feedbacks. There's more to come, more adventures and exciting new stuff.

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Continuation from Part-5...

Previously, Jenny came home after spending two days at the office. Sam's friend James blackmails her with the photos from her gang bang and blackmails her into sucking him off. Before going out, he warns her that his use for her is over yet.

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Mother, yes!

Chapter 06

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After the morning incident, Jenny's head vibrated with shame and disgust. Her body was heavy with exhaustion as she stumbled into her bedroom, the weight of her two-day sexcapade and the morning's depravity crushing on her.

The morning's blackmail, her son's friend forcing her to her knees, his cock choking her throat and his hot cum tricking down her lips. It left her humiliated and disgustingly aroused, even though her pussy had been throbbing because of the weekend gang bang, it still ached more and sat wet without release.

And even worse, Sam, her own son, had seen her at the office, bent over a desk, moaning like a cheap whore as those men pounded her holes relentlessly. She wondered just how much he had actually seen and what look must have been in his eyes, shock, betrayal or pleasure, like James said. Nevertheless, it still haunted her.

She had spent years being the perfect mother, her and Sam were a tight-knit team since his father abandoned them years ago. Through all the hardship and problems, the mother and son duo had clung to each other, but now their bond felt like it was shattered, dirty and tainted by her shameful lust. She collapsed onto her bed thinking about it all, too drained to change her clothes and wearing only a -skimpy black thong and a sheer camisole that hugged her sweat-slicked curves. Her asscheeks, plump and barely covered, spilled out as she passed out.

Sam reached home late that night. He had skipped his usual hangout with James, as he was too consumed by the images dug into his mind, his mother, his perfect, loving mom, reduced to a cock-hungry slut. Over the past few days, he had watched her doing porn, suck off her boss and crawling on all fours in a room full of men then getting her ass stretched.

He would be lying if he said it wasn't a turn on for him. Hidden in the office shadows, while those men violated her, her cries of pleasure echoing loudly, and he had already jerked off to her porn twice before. It was wrong, disgusting, but his cock had been rock hard all those times, betraying him every time. All day, he had wandered aimlessly, trying to outrun the shameful heat in his groin, but there was nowhere else to go now. The house was dark when he entered inside using his key, it was quiet inside. Which was good for him because he wanted to avoid her as much as possible, to pretend it never happened, but his body screamed for release.

Then as he passed the living room, Sam's eyes caught her dress, carelessly sprawled over the couch. His heart thumped loudly as he approached the freshly taken off dress, his fingers trembled as he picked it up. The fabric felt incredibly against his fingers. It was still warm from her body and carrying her scent, her sweat, perfume, and something muskier, primal. He hesitated at first, his guilt clawing inside him, but his cock twitched, urging him to listen to it.

He brought her dress to his face, pressing the crotch area of the dress against his nose. The sharp, intoxicating smell of her pussy hit him like a drug that flood his senses completely and throwing rational thinking out the door. His dick pinched against his jeans, aching painfully.

He inhaled deeply and sighed, his tongue flicking out to taste the faint dampness of his mother, his mind spiraling into a fog of forbidden lust. He was drunk on his mother's aroma, he clutched the dress tightly and tiptoed to her bedroom. The door was already unlocked, and all he had to do is push it slightly. He cracked it open just enough to slip inside.

Jenny was laying sprawled on her bed, her thong was riding up, exposing the smooth, round curves of her thighs and ass. The soft night light in the room bathed her in a soft glow, making her look like a sculpture, her camisole hiked up, revealing the underside of her heavy tits. The light was a gift from Sam on last mother's day.

Sam's heaved at the sight, his breath caught jerking and his cock throbbing painfully inside his pants. He should not be here, shouldn't be staring at his own mother so hungrily, but the sight of her, laying vulnerable, half-naked, pussy barely covered, sparked a hunger inside him that he couldn't control a frustration pent up since days.

He crept and moved closer, his hand was already rubbing the bulge through his pants. He stood over her and reached out, his fingers tracing the hem of her camisole. Then slowly, he lifted it, exposing her full ripe breasts, her soft pink nipples were erect in the cool air. His mouth watered and his balls tightened at the sight.

Sam freed his cock, pulling it out of his pants, thick and pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes eating up her body. He leaned down, his nose brushing her neck, inhaling the faint aroma of her sweat and lingering perfume. The scent was intoxicating, filthy, which made him groan softly, his hand on his cock moving faster.

He sniffed lower, along her collarbone, then down to her tits. His face hovered over her nipple. He wanted to suck it so bad, to taste her and bite her pink nipples, but he settled for squeezing her breast, feeling its soft, heavy weight in his palm. Her nipple hardened more under his touch, and he pinched it lightly then flicked it with his index finger. His cock jerked in response. The taboo of the scene, molesting his sleeping mom, made his head spin with depraved carnal need.

He moved lower, his face inches from her thong. The thin fabric hugged to her pussy lips, and a faint wet spot betraying her arousal. He brought his nose against it, inhaling deeply, the musky, tangy scent of her cunt driving him wildly farther than he'd ever gone. He took out his tongue and licked the fabric, tasting her pussy juices while his hand pumped his cock furiously, the wet sounds of his stroking filling the room. He was jerking off to his mother, her body laid out like a porn star, and the taboo of it only fueled his hunger.

He tugged her thong aside carefully, exposing her slick, shaved pussy, the lips glistening. Her pussy lips looked sore, his mind wandered on how those men must have roughed up his mother's pussy, thinking about his mother getting fucking fueled him even more, he groaned, his fingers twitching to touch her, to spread her open, but he held back, instead sniffing her like a creep, and imagining her getting fucked by strangers.

Jenny stirred awake, her eyes fluttered as she opened them. Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. Sam, her sweet boy, was violating her, his breath was hot against her cunt, his hand squeezing her tit. Shame flooded over her, but her pussy clenched with demans, dripping with need. She should scream, stop him, but the heat between her legs was unbearable. The blackmail, the gang bang, the pent-up lust--it all crashed together, and she wanted this, needed it. She kept her eyes barely open, pretending to sleep, her breath shallow as she let her son use her body. His fingers on her nipple, his nose sniffing her pussy--it was sick, perverted, and it made her cunt throb with desire.

Sam was lost in his depraved frenzy, his cock leaking madly as he stroked. He squeezed her ass softly, his fingers sliding over the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks carefully to expose her little asshole. Even her asshole looked sore, but still inviting. The sight pushed him closer to the edge. He thought about how that thick cock of Olly had stretched his mother's asshole raw and how strong her moans were.

He leaned closer to her ass, sniffing it, the musky scent sending shivers down to his cock. His flicked out his tongue, slowly lick her ass cheeks. He was a creep, a pervert, jerking off to his mom's holes, and he loved it. His hand moved faster, his balls slapping softly, the pressure building. He pinched her nipple harder, imagining her waking up, seeing him, and begging for his cock like the slut he'd seen at the office.

Jenny's body trembled, her clit pulsing as she fought to stay still. She could feel his breath on her asshole, his fingers groping her, and it took everything not to moan. Her pussy was soaked from her juices, her thong drenched, and she wanted to grind it against his face, to fuck her own son's mouth.

The thought made her sick, but the hunger was stronger. She let him defile her, her body his to use, her mind drowning in filthy lust. She imagined her son's cock, thick and young, penetrating her gut, filling her and stretching her like those men had. The taboo of it all made her cunt ache, her juices dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.

Sam's strokes grew erratic, his cock throbbing. The pressure in his balls was unbearable, and with a stifled grunt, he whispered, "Mother, yes!"

The next moment his cock exploded as he came. Thick, hot strands of cum splattered across her pillow, some hitting her cheek and hair. Sam's body twisted in pleasure but then panic settled, and he stumbled back, his cock still dripping while he fled from the room, as quietly as possible, his heart pounding with guilt and fear.

Jenny waited, her body still shaking and demanding a closure. When his footsteps faded, she reached for the pillow, her fingers finding the warm, sticky mess of her son's cum. Her pussy clenched at the thought of Sam's cum, her boy's seed.

Slowly, she scooped up a thick glob, her breath hitching and her heart pounding.

She brought it to her lips, tasting him. Salty, bitter, forbidden. Her tongue swirled around her finger, as she slurped up the cum, savoring every drop, her other hand slipped into her thong to rub her swollen clit. She moaned softly, her fingers plunging into her cunt, fucking herself as she licked her son's cum clean and her mind playing flashback of all the hard poundings she ever received throughout her career and her son's image of standing over her and jerking off. The scenes only made her more horny the taste of her son's cum lingered in her mouth, pushing her depraved hunger more to the surface, her body arched as she fingered herself, her son's cum still on her lips.

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