After my mom and dad’s divorce, my mom, my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom, insisted she needed help learning how to date again. Well, obviously, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but before I could ask my mom to elaborate, my wife, as was her habit, volunteered me, of all people, to help my mom. I guffawed, like I’d never guffawed before, thinking the whole thing was some bad joke. Then, I realized, holy fuck, they were not joking. Not at all. I gulped. My first instinct was to tell them both to kindly fuck off. But, then my Mother Theresa-side shined through, and I told myself, why not. Why couldn’t I help my mom learn how to date again? Sure, I was never an avid dater, even when I was single, but, eh, what the fuck. I could do this. However, it wasn’t long before I was telling myself, holy fuck, I think I’m dating my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, looming the way I tended to do in my mom’s doorway. As opposed to my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom, I was quite tall, but still quite cute, I like to think, maybe cute-as-a-cucumber, a blue-ribbon winning cucumber, but, I’m afraid, quite resistible, to everybody but my wife, and of course, my little mom.
“Hi, London,” my mom said. If it was at all possible, my mom was looking even cuter than a button and extra irresistible and most definitely little, with her little cute-as-a-button facial features, akin to more of a cat, yes, cat-like features, with her big blue eyes, no whiskers to speak of, but cute little nose and lips, with her long and flowing mane of brown hair cascading in curls down her shoulders and wearing the cutest little black dress and black nylons. Read More
For a while, thankfully, holy fuck, we just watched the fucking movie. It was some Christina Ricci movie. I wasn’t sure what.
However, about twenty minutes in, my mom peered back at me with her big sparkling-blue cat-like eyes. “London, honey, Mommy’s cold,” she said, giving me the cutest little pouty frown, as if I gave a shit. Fuck, I gave a shit. I was still her son. I still wanted to take care of her. Hell, that’s why I was here in the first place. That, and the fact that my wife volunteered me to be here. Still, I wanted to help. Right? Right.
“Okay… You want me to go get you a blanket?” I got up, somewhat happy to be up and away from my little mom and her not-so-little ass staring back at me for twenty minutes straight. Plus, as soon as I was upright, I remembered how nice it felt to have my blood circulating somewhere other than my extremely confused, fat and bloated cum-drunk cock. I’m not saying sitting next to my mom’s hot little body was making me hard – I’m not a freak. I’m only saying my cock was feeling a tad beached, like a big blubbery whale, simmering and seeping with seawater in the shape of about a ton of precum, thoroughly drenching my boxers. That’s all. Read More
Holy fuck…were my general sentiments, as I lingered there, just floating in and out of a couple of my favorite dimensions, while my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom pulled me to-and-fro several times over with her little cum and saliva-slickened hands doing their little 10-finger mad-dash all over and around my highly sensitive post-orgasm cockhead, filling me with close to a million little charges of ecstasy every time, while my body twitched and my teeth chattered, followed closely behind by my little mom’s littlest, tiniest giggles, and then a quick swipe of her little fingertips across the tip of my
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shell-shocked cock, so she could bring whatever little drops of hot cum I had left in me straight to her giggling little mouth, continuing in this fashion for several innumerable minutes, holding me suspended, with the big thick belly of my cock resting snuggly in the soft and warm folds of her ample, soaking wet pussy lips, as she remained with her legs up in something close to a little ball, half-leaning against me and my thighs, with the rest of her weight falling on her little shoulders, causing her little black dress to fall down her body, collecting around her armpits, exposing her plump little tits, which looked like they might like to jump ship out of her skimpy little black bra at any moment. Read More
And that’s how my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom and I stayed. Stuck.
Until, my mom heard my stomach growl, compelling her to suddenly move, pulling our melded bodies apart. “London, you want Mommy to make you a frozen pizza?” she said, as she rocked her little adorable self side to side, continuing to tear her body from mine, leaving in her wake drops and dribbles of cum, attached to her little belly and lightly-furred pussy, along with a multitude of cum on my hairy belly and cock, which she right away started combing her fine-tooth-comb-like little fingertips through, gathering cum in gooey little gobs and bringing it directly to her waiting tongue and gobbling it up, each time making her shiver with satisfaction and delight, and then start grinding her soaking wet pussy along my semi-hard cock, essentially pressing what little cum may be left inside out like it was a tube of toothpaste. Read More
“Mom?” I said, holding my phone, as I ventured over to my cute-as-a-button irresistible little mom’s house.
“Yes, London? How’s Mommy’s sweet baby and her sweet baby’s big long honey maker?” my mom said, sounding, well, like Cat Woman, basically, only thing missing was the little purr at the end.
“Fine…” I grimaced, already wishing my mom and my wife would have kindly fucked off and not talked me into this second dating lesson, or whatever the fuck you would call it, even if the big long honey maker in my slacks seemed totally down with whatever – the total slut that mother-fucker is – and I mean that quite literally. “So, yeah,” I started to say, but had to pause to clear my throat. “Anyway, I’m on my way over. So, um, please make sure you’re ready.”
“Oh, Mommy’s ready. And you can believe Mommy when she says that. She’s so ready… And she’s especially ready for some fresh honey. Mommy sure hopes her baby has some for her.” Read More
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