My mom is a very good mom. Caring. Devoted. But, my mom is also a very bad mom. Overly caring. Overly devoted. Case in point; the time she heard about my active, and what I believe to be healthy, sex-life, but my mom believed to be a blooming sex addiction, which she blamed solely on my girlfriend at the time. Shortly after, my mom started nagging me to come back home for a visit, stressing how lonely she was since, well, basically everyone left her, including my dad some years back. So, feeling a little guilty, I acquiesced, and came back for a short visit.
As far as visits go, things were going as normal, and as boring, as ever. However, when I was ready to crash, and headed upstairs, my mom offered me her bed. Admittedly, it was quite an odd offer, but ultimately, I think out of sheer politeness, I accepted.
When I woke up the next morning, well, I couldn’t move. Literally. Well, most of me couldn’t move.
-Oh, did I happen to mention my mom was an anesthesiologist, a good one at that, specializing in localized anesthesia, able to numb basically any part of the body, while not numbing any other part of the body. What I’m trying to say is, well, I was screwed – excuse my language.
I’m not sure exactly what possessed my mom to do it. I guess, at least the way my mom saw it, if she couldn’t convince me to turn my life around, well, she was gonna have to turn it around for me, by, basically, removing me from it.
That’s all wonderful and good – not really, but now that she had me, and I mean had me, as I was completely and utterly incapacitated, and wholly at my mom’s mercy, after the initial panic dissipated, my one single and solitary question was what the holy hell – excuse my language, was my mom going to do to me?
I opened my eyes and there I was, in my mom’s bed. And there was my mom, right there with me.
My mom was looking very beautiful, as always, with her big brown eyes and long light brown hair. She was wearing her white button-up blouse from the night before, except now the buttons were mostly unbuttoned, revealing a bit more cleavage than I’d like to see, not to mention her skimpy black panties.
Regardless of whether I wanted to see this much of my mom or not, what I did see, made my cock and balls tingle, and my cock suddenly start to grow and firm and sprout out of the slit in my boxers. Considering how close my mom was, I really didn’t want her to see my cock growing, so I tried to adjust myself and/or my cock, but I couldn’t seem to do it. In fact, I couldn’t seem to do anything. I couldn’t seem to move. Except, unfortunately, for my growing cock, which I could now see pointing up under the sheets. Read More
And then, with that, my mom followed through, lifting her leg up and over me and maneuvered herself and her pussy, and once she was lined up, settled, as my big cockhead, after a couple more of her surprisingly agile maneuvers, suddenly popped up inside her extremely snug, and yet extremely soaked and slippery pussy hole, making me gasp with ungodly pleasure, and making my mom’s jaw drop, followed by a quick tremor, which traveled up and down her body, before she started to make a concerted effort to continue easing herself down, moaning and groaning the whole way. Read More
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