Son thinks I am asleep and fucks me.

Warning: This is a fantasy, taboo incest story; the characters are 18+. My brother gave me ideas for this, so I hope you like this story by Sarah Jade. This is a mother-and-son story.

“Ungh, fuck take my fucking cock Mom,” He grunted loudly, the raw intensity of his thrusts making my eyes lose focus. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by my son right there on our living room couch. With my thighs held high by his firm grip and my knees pressed against my chest, he slid in and out of me with a desperate hunger.

But how did we end up here? It all began this morning…

I knock loudly on my son Andy’s door, “Get up lazy. You will be late for college.” I said as I walked in and saw him wanking off his cock under his sheets. I wasn’t stupid, but I knew what he was doing. I was disgusted. “Stop it and get dressed and get to college.”

I sighed and left the room, and decided to go shower. I undressed and climbed into the shower naked. I turned the shower on and let the warm water wash over my body, soothing my muscles and awakening my senses. As I lathered my hair with shampoo, I couldn’t shake the image of my son pleasuring himself from my mind. I knew it was natural for a young man with urges, but I felt disgusted.

I grabbed a razor and started to shave my hairy pussy. I shaved it smoothly, finished washing my body, and got out. Moments later, I got dressed in my beautiful summer dress.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, and I could hear the sound of toast popping up from the toaster. I glanced over at Andy, sitting at the kitchen table, munching on his toast and scrolling through his phone.

“Andy, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He looked up at me, a look of confusion on his face. “What is it, mom?”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I saw you…you know to yourself this morning,” I said, my face flushing with embarrassment.

Andy didn’t seem to care that I caught him; he seemed to enjoy that I saw him. “Oh, I am so sorry, Mommy, that I have fucking urges. Am I not allowed? I bet you always do stuff to yourself. I mean, I’ve not seen you with a guy for ages.”

I snapped, feeling my temper flare. “It’s inappropriate and disrespectful for you to speak to me that way. I’m your mother, not your friend.”

Andy just laughed in response, a mocking and condescending tone in his voice. “Oh, come on, Mom. You can’t pretend like you don’t have your desires. I mean, look at you. You’re still a hot milf, and I’m sure you’ve got plenty of guys lining up to fuck you.”

I felt a surge of anger and disgust wash over me. How dare he speak to me like this? I was his mother, not some object to be used for his pleasure. “That’s enough, Andy. How fucking dare you, I won’t tolerate this kind of disrespect. You need to apologize and show me some respect.”

He smirked, and his words were dark: ” You do know, Mom. I am bigger and stronger than you. I could easily overpower you.”

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean,” I said, feeling a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The thought of my son overpowering me was terrifying.

“Oh, nothing,” he said as he went out the front door to college.

I stood there, frozen in shock, as I heard the front door slam shut. My mind raced with thoughts and fears. How could my son speak to me like that? How could he threaten me? I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I realized the gravity of the situation.

As the morning wore on, I tried to focus on my daily tasks, but my mind kept drifting back to Andy’s words. I couldn’t understand how he could be so disrespectful and threatening. I knew he was a rebellious and perverted young man, but I never thought he would go this far.

I cleaned the house and still had time before he was due home, so I searched his room to find out why he acted so weird. I found and switched his laptop on, but he doesn’t have it password-protected. As I scrolled through the web browser history, I saw it was full of filthy video sites. What is even more unnerving is that they are all incest taboo videos he’s been watching.

As I scrolled through page after page of disturbing videos, a cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. This was more than just simple rebellion and perversion – it was something much darker, much more twisted. The fact that he had been watching incest taboo videos made my skin crawl. But at the same time I started to feel wet, I was curious and watched a video called son fucks his sleeping mom.

As I watched the video, I couldn’t believe what I saw. The explicit and graphic nature of the content made my heart race and my breath quicken. I felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over me, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the arousal that was building inside of me.

Most of his history was mom fucked in her sleep; son fucks his restless mom, son fucking his passed-out mom. Does he get a kick out of this, or what? Then, I thought of him doing that to me if I was asleep. Would he? Would he go that far?

I clicked on one and started to watch it, where it should be a kind of roleplay with a pornstar big tits mom in her bed. While I was there, my son crept in and started helping himself to her body. He stretched her panties to the side as he started to kiss and suck on her clit. I began to feel tingles in my pussy.

I lifted my dress a little to reach my panties, which I took off before sitting down in front of the laptop.

I spread my legs apart and started to touch my pussy. It was wet and ready for some action. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but the sight of someone’s son’s finger fucking their mom was just too much to resist.

I let out a low moan as I started to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was almost unbearable, and I found myself craving more. I slid my fingers down to my pussy lips, parting them to reveal my swollen, wet opening.

I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have my own son’s cock inside of me. The thought made me feel both sick and incredibly turned on. I imagined him sliding his hard, thick cock into me, filling me up completely. I could almost feel the heat of his body against mine, the weight of him on top of me.

I slipped a finger inside of myself, gasping as I felt the slick, wet walls of my pussy close around it. I started to move my finger in and out, fucking myself slowly and deeply. I added a second finger as I fucked myself.

But as I approached my climax, I looked at the clock and realized that he would be back soon. I couldn’t let him find me like this, so I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of my pussy and stopped. The orgasm that was building inside of me faded away, leaving me feeling unsatisfied and frustrated.

I quickly left the room adjusting my dress, totally forgetting my panties which I had left on his floor.

I am unsure why I did what I did next, but I wanted to see if he would ever do this. So I went back downstairs and looked at the clock; he was now due home. I quickly got on the couch, and I laid down on my side facing the cushions with my ass nearly hanging off the couch. I pretended to be asleep as I heard the front door go.

Andy entered the living room, and I heard his footsteps as he approached the couch. I could sense him right behind me. He stops in front of the couch.

I feel his hand touch my leg, slowly moving towards my thigh. I stay still, not wanting to hide that I’m awake. I felt him lift my dress as he gasped in shock, “Oh shit she has no panties on,” he whispered to himself.

He starts to explore my pussy. He finds my clit, and he begins to rub it gently. Andy’s touch feels like fire on my sensitive skin, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as he continues to explore my pussy. I feel his fingers enter me, and I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He starts to thrust in and out of me, his pace quickening as he becomes more aroused.

I try to remain still, to keep up the charade of being asleep, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult. My body is responding to his touch, my arousal building with each thrust of his fingers. I can feel the heat spreading through my body, my nipples hardening under my dress.

Andy leans and whispers, “Mom, you’re so wet for me. I knew you wanted this, Mmm.” I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips at his words. I want to tell him to stop, to push him away, but I can’t find the words. My body is betraying me, responding to his touch in ways I never thought possible.

He kisses my neck, his lips leaving a fire trail on my skin. I can feel his teeth nipping at my earlobe, and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine. I feel his hand leave my pussy, and I whimper in protest. But my whimper is quickly replaced by a gasp as he rolls me onto my back. He held my legs up and pushed down on the back of my thighs so my knees touched my breasts. I feel his cock press against my clean-shaven pussy entrance.

He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against my neck. “Mom, I know you want this,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. I feel his cock push inside of me, buried deep in my pussy. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips as he starts to thrust in and out of me. I fully open my eyes as he begins to go faster with a grin.

Andy’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against mine with a raw intensity that took my breath away. I couldn’t believe what was happening – I was being fucked by my son right there on our living room couch. It was wrong; it was taboo, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure that was building inside of me.

This is how we got to this point, “Ungh, fuck take my fucking cock Mom,” He grunted loudly, the raw intensity of his thrusts making my eyes lose focus. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by my son right there on our living room couch. With my thighs held high by his firm grip and my knees pressed against my chest, he slid in and out of me with a desperate hunger. He pulled my dress up more over the top of my boobs as he pulled out one of my tits and sucked on it hard. As his ass went up and down, firing his hard rod in and out of my dripping motherly cunt.

I lay there, pinned beneath my son, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of our illicit encounter. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, his cock filling me up in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. The feeling was familiar and foreign, a strange mix of shame and pleasure that I couldn’t comprehend.

As he continued to thrust in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass, I couldn’t help but moan and gasp in pleasure. It was wrong; it was taboo, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the way my body was responding to his touch. My nipples were hard and sensitive, my clit throbbing with every thrust of his hips.

Andy seemed to sense my growing arousal, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense. He reached down and started to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my muscles tensing and my breathing becoming shallow.

“Mom, I’m gonna cum,” Andy grunted, his voice thick with desire. I could feel his cock swell inside of me, the familiar sensation of his release building deep within me.

Andy’s thrusts became erratic and wild, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. I could feel him filling me up, his hot semen spilling deep inside of me. The feeling was both intense and overwhelming, a strange mix of pleasure and shame that left me breathless and dizzy.

As Andy collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged and his body slick with sweat, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret and shame. What had we done? How had we ended up here? It was wrong; it was taboo, and yet, at the same time, I couldn’t deny the way my body had responded to his touch.

I lay there, pinned beneath my son, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our illicit encounter. I wasn’t sure what to do or say; I felt confused and ashamed, unsure how to move forward.

Andy finally rolled off of me, his breathing still ragged and his body still slick with sweat. He looked at me, a desire in his eyes. “Oof, Mom, wow, your pussy feels good,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Andy, what have we done?” I asked, my voice trembling with emotion. “This is wrong; this is incest. We can’t do this again.”

Andy looked at me, a defiant look in his eyes. “Why not, Mom? You enjoyed it, didn’t you? I know you did. And I enjoyed it too. It’s just sex, Mom. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

I shook my head, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me. “No, Andy. It’s not just sex. It’s incest. It’s wrong. We can’t do this again.”

Andy sighed, a look of frustration on his face. “Whatever, Mom. But you can’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. I saw the look in your eyes as I pounded that cunt of yours.”

“Hey, watch how you talk; it’s disgusting,” I said as the filth he was saying, but on the other hand, he was right; I fucking loved it; I hadn’t had a cock in my pussy in a long while.

As the reality of what just happened sinks in, I feel mixed emotions: confusion, shame, guilt, and a strange sense of satisfaction. I can still feel the warmth of my son’s semen inside me, a stark reminder of our illicit encounter. I quickly stand up, pulling my dress down over my body and straightening it out.

“So, now that you’ve got what you want, how about you show me respect more often? Here’s a deal: You treat me with respect, and for your good behaviour, we could do this again.” I can’t believe I was bribing him with my body; I am his mom.

As the words left my mouth, I immediately regretted them. I couldn’t believe I had just suggested that we could repeat this incestuous act. But simultaneously, I couldn’t deny how my body responded to my son’s touch. I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction, unsure how to move forward.

Andy looked at me, a sly smile on his face. “Deal, Mom. I’ll treat you with respect, and you’ll let me fuck you again; let’s say I share your bed tonight.”

I sighed, “We will see, okay? I want you to get cleaned up while I prepare food.”

As I prepared dinner, my mind was racing with thoughts and emotions.

As I set the table and called Andy to come and eat, a sense of dread settled in my stomach. How was I supposed to act around him now? How was I supposed to pretend like nothing had happened between us?

Andy entered the kitchen with a smirk on his face. He walked past me and slapped my bottom. “It smells delicious, Mom,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

As Andy sat down at the table and began to eat, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease and discomfort. I kept glancing at him, trying to avoid his gaze but failing. Every time I caught his eye, I could see his smirk and knowledge of what we had done.

The rest of the meal passed in silence, both of us too nervous and uncomfortable to speak. I could feel the tension building between us, a palpable energy that was impossible to ignore.

As we finished eating and cleared the table, I knew that the moment of truth had arrived. I had to decide whether to follow my promise and let Andy share my bed or stand firm and maintain the boundaries between us. But images of him hammering into my mature pussy made me want more; it felt good, I didn’t want to admit it, but it did.

As the night wore on, I prepared for bed by taking off my clothes and wearing only a black nightie. Moments later, Andy entered my room wearing only a pair of boxers. I got into bed, and he got into bed next to me.

Andy turned towards me, his eyes gleaming with desire. He traced his fingers along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension growing with every passing moment.

“Mom, you look so beautiful in that nightie,” Andy whispered, his voice thick with desire. I could feel his hand moving up to my breast, cupping it gently and teasing my nipple. I could feel his cock straining against his boxers, pressing into my thigh.

“Bet you are good at sucking dick,” his words shocked me. It felt weird for him to talk to me like this. But at the same time, it made me wet.

“I… I never had complaints,” I started to get into it. I decided to put my head under the blankets as I took his cock out his boxers. He had sticky precum around the top of his dick.

As I wrapped my lips around Andy’s cock, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. He moaned, “Mmmm, Mom, yes, suck my cock.”

I could feel myself getting more and more aroused, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with each thrust of his hips.

Andy moaned and gasped as I sucked on his cock, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me in place. I could feel his body shuddering with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I took him deeper into my mouth, my throat contracting around his cock as I swallowed him whole. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicking in as I struggled to take him all in.

I took his cock out my mouth for a moment, I changed my position so my pussy was pressed against his face under my short nightie. I was in a 69 position as I took him back in my mouth.

As I felt Andy’s tongue explore my pussy, I couldn’t help the moans and gasps that escaped my lips. The sensation of his tongue against my clit, his fingers inside of me, and his cock in my mouth was almost too much to handle.

He yanked me off his cock and flipped me onto all fours, “I’m going to fuck you now, Mother. You’re a filthy whore, aren’t you?”

My pussy was already drenched from the sloppy blowjob I had given him, and his fingers had left me dripping with lust. I moaned as he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy, taking his time to relish the sensation of me yielding around him. He teased me, slowly entering me inch by inch until he was fully submerged deep within me.

As he started to thrust into me, I couldn’t help but push my hips back to meet each stroke. His rhythm became more urgent and insistent with every passing moment. The sound of his balls slapping against my clit filled the room, the friction causing waves of pleasure to radiate throughout my body.

Andy reached around and began to rub my clit again, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. He pressed my clit firmly as he pounded his cock in and out of my soaked snatch. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing, and my breathing becoming shallow. I was on the verge; oh, his cock was hammering me.

“Ughhhh, darling… oh fucking hell baby, my son… fuck… Mmmmm, harr… harder.” I could barely speak; even his father didn’t feel this good inside of me.

Suddenly, Andy pulled out of me, leaving me gasping with shock and disappointment. But before I could utter a word, he spread my legs apart wider and positioned himself at the entrance of my ass.

“Andy, no, I haven’t done that in a long time,” I protested, feeling fear and dread. Anal sex was something I only did with my ex-husband, and even then, it was never something I took pleasure in.

But Andy was too far gone to care. He pushed inside me with a determined grunt, his cock stretching my tight hole as he delved deeper and deeper.

“Arghh… fuck, oh,” it fucking hurt as I was deep in my asshole.

At first, the pain was excruciating, like a blazing fire in the pit of my stomach. But as Andy started to move inside me, my body began to adapt, the pain slowly fading and replaced by a surge of pleasure.

Andy started to go faster and harder, fucking my ass with reckless abandon that stole my breath away. His cock struck my prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of delight coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, a wave of bliss that was impossible to ignore.

He started fingering my pussy while fucking my ass. Two fingers fucking my cunt as his cock pounded my ass. “Where do you want me to… ugh… ugh… where shall I cum mom.”

“Oh, fuck, Andy, I’m so close. Cum inside me; fill me with your hot, sticky load. Fuck, I’m going to cum any second now. Oh, God, that feels so good!”

Andy didn’t need any more encouragement. He fucked my ass harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks with every thrust. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the tip twitching as he neared his climax.

“Mom, I’m unnngh, fucking cumin, Arghhh fuck,” Andy grunted, his voice thick with pleasure. I could feel him swelling inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he ejaculated deep within my asshole. He kept on fucking me harder and harder, my ass slapping against his abdomen, until he was empty and my ass was full of his cum. He pulled his cock out, leaving me with a gaping asshole as he slapped my ass cheek.

Andy dropped onto the bed beside me, his breathing still erratic and his body slick with sweat. He looked at me with a satisfied grin. “That was incredible, Mom,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For fuck sake, Andy, my ass fucking hurts,” I said as I gently sat on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Andy said, reaching out to touch my leg.

I sighed, “It’s okay, Andy. I’m just sore, that’s all.”

“At least you are talking to me nicely now; I hate how you spoke to me this morning,” I said, adjusting my nightie.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful earlier. I was just horny and frustrated,” Andy said, his voice sincere.

“This stays between us if you want to carry on doing this ok, also, no more anal I prefer it in my pussy.” I said as I still couldn’t believe he just anal fucked me.

“Sure, Mom. I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll be more respectful now. And I’ll make sure to fuck your pussy next time, not your ass,” Andy said, a hint of a smile on his face.

As the night wore on, I found myself struggling to sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, a whirlwind of confusion and guilt that I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us – I had let my son fuck me, not once but twice.

*A few weeks later*

“Hey, Mom, I’m heading out for a bit,” Andy said as he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from the cookbook I was browsing, a hint of annoyance in my voice. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“Just to meet up with some friends. We’re going to grab some drinks and shoot some pool,” Andy replied.

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. “What kind of drinks are you guys gonna have?” I asked.

Andy grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Just some beer, Mom. Don’t worry, I won’t get too drunk,” he said.

I sighed, trying to hide my concern. I didn’t want to be a nagging mother, but I couldn’t help but worry about Andy’s safety. “Just be careful, okay? Don’t drink and drive, and don’t drink too much; I need you in fully working order if you get what I mean,” I said with a sinful look on my face.

“Sure, Mom. I’ll be careful. I won’t drink too much, and I’ll make sure to come back in one piece,” Andy said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Good. I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry back,” I said, my voice low and sultry.

Later that day, I got dressed in a new sexy short nightie. He returned, but I wasn’t expecting him to bring his friend.

“Hey, Mom, this is Jake. He’s one of my friends from college,” Andy said, introducing his friend with a sly grin.

I looked up from the book I was reading, a hint of surprise in my eyes. “Nice to meet you, Jake,” I said, extending my hand in greeting.

Jake took my hand, his grip firm and confident. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Johnson,” he said, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Something was off about Jake, a strange energy that made me uncomfortable. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was.

“Andy a word, please,” I said, annoyed.

“What is it, Mom?” he said, words slurring a bit.

“Andy, why are you bringing people here?” I whispered, and in the distance, I saw Jake eyeing me.

I watched as Jake’s eyes trailed over my body, lingering on the curves of my breasts and the hint of cleavage visible through the neckline of my nightie. I felt a flush of embarrassment and annoyance, annoyed at Andy for bringing someone home without asking and embarrassed by Jake’s blatant ogling.

“Mom, Jake and I were just hanging out, and I thought it would be fun if he came over to hang out with us. Plus, I know how much you like having company,” Andy said, his words slurring slightly.

I sighed, trying to hide my annoyance. “Andy, I appreciate the thought, but I hoped to have some quiet time. And I don’t think it’s appropriate for Jake to be here, especially given the… circumstances of our relationship,” I said, trying to be discreet.

“Well, that’s why he’s here really. I thought you know, it be hot if the three of us…” I cut him off, “Wait, you’re not suggesting what I think you are, are you?”

Jake must have heard us talking, “Oh, come on, Mrs. Johnson, don’t act like you’re not curious. I’ve heard all about your wild side, and I’m more than willing to satisfy your desires,” Jake said, his eyes gleaming with desire and mischief.

“Andy, what is he talking about?” I asked, my voice low and incredulous. I couldn’t believe what Jake was suggesting – I wasn’t some sex-crazed cougar, despite what Andy had implied.

“Mom, it’s okay. Jake and I have discussed it, and we think it could be fun. Plus, you’ve been looking pretty hot lately, so why not indulge yourself a little?” Andy said, his words slurring slightly.

“WHAT? Why did you tell him what we’ve been doing?” I said with my hands on my hips.

“Relax, Mom, I didn’t tell him everything. But I did mention that we’ve been getting a little… closer lately. And he seemed interested, so I thought, why not invite him over?” Andy said, a hint of a smirk on his face.

I shook my head, trying to process the situation. I couldn’t believe what Andy was suggesting – inviting his friend over for a threesome. It was crazy and insane, but also something which I used to have a kink on. But this was my son and his friend; the thought floated around my head momentarily.

“Andy, this is crazy. I can’t do this,” I said, firm and resolute.

“Come on, Mom. Don’t be like that. You know you want it. And Jake is hot, isn’t he?” Andy said, his voice dripping with suggestion.

I looked over at Jake, still eyeing me with a predatory gaze. He was handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was built, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique that was impossible to ignore.

Andy grabbed my hand and took me to the middle of the room, “Listen, Mom, you will love it,” he said as Jake approached us.

Andy started kissing me as I felt Jake’s hand on my arm and slowly trail to my cleavage.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Mom,” Andy murmured against my lips, his hands roaming over my body. Jake’s touch was confident and assertive as he cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightie.

I felt Andy’s hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees as they both undid their pants and took out their cocks. I jerked them both and alternated my mouth between the two. This was turning me on, two cocks.

Andy pulled me to my feet, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me towards the couch. Jake followed behind us, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Andy pushed me down onto the couch; my legs spread apart as he positioned himself between them. Jake stood in front of me, his cock inches from my face.

Andy started to fuck me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with a raw intensity that took my breath away. Jake fed his cock into my mouth, my lips wrapped around the head as I sucked him deep. I sucked Jake’s juicy cock as Andy was sliding in and out of me slowly, making sure he didn’t rush anything.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth, “remember, boys, be good and take turns with me ok,” I said putting his cock back in my mouth.

“Ok, Mom, ugh, feels so good, you’re going to love her pussy, Jake dude,” Andy said, holding my hips as he thrust into me.

Here I was, lying on my back on the couch, Andy fucking my pussy while my head turned to continue to suck Jakes’s cock.

“Ugh, fuck my pussy, ugh it feels so good,” I moaned as I sucked on Jake’s cock. Andy was pounding me deep and hard, his thick cock sliding in and out and thrusting into me hard.

Jake groaned as he felt the warm, wet heat of my mouth enveloping his cock. He thrust into me with a desperate hunger, his hands gripping my head tightly as he held me in place.

“That’s right, Mrs. Johnson. Take that cock in your mouth and suck it hard,” Jake growled, his eyes locked onto mine as I sucked him with a newfound urgency.

I felt Andy’s hands on my thighs, pushing my legs apart even further as he thrust into me with an almost frantic intensity. His cock slid in and out of me with a raw ferocity that was impossible to resist – it was like being caught in the middle of a hurricane, tossed and turned by the raging winds of desire that were whipping around us all.

“You heard her, Jake; now it’s your turn,” Andy said with a grin, pulling his cock out of my pussy and moving aside to let Jake take his place. As Andy now with his cock near my mouth and Jake slides in easily to my pussy.

I sucked on Andy’s cock, tasting his precum as it filled my mouth and dripped down the back of my throat. His hands gripped the sides of the couch tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched me get rammed by Jack right in front of him – it was like watching one of those dirty movies come to life right before your very eyes!

“Oh fuck, Mom, keep sucking; it looks so good you are taking two cocks,” he said as I bobbed my head on his cock. Jack started to pound me, and Andy encouraged him, “Go on, Jake lad fuck her harder than that, don’t worry, she can take it.” I can’t believe how cheeky Andy has become lately.

“Ugh, ungh…” Jake growled through gritted teeth as he plunged deeper inside me. “Ungh, ugh, oh fucking hell,” I screamed as Jake pounded my pussy hard and fast.

I started sucking Andy harder as I moaned around his cock as Jake was slamming my cunt. Jack began to pick up speed; this young man had stamina!

“You like that, don’t you? You love having both of our cocks inside you, making you feel so fucking good,” Andy said with a grin.

Jake grunted in agreement as he thrust into me with an almost desperate intensity. “Oh yeah, she’s loving it,” he growled. “Fuck, her pussy is better than my girlfriends!”

I could barely think straight as I was being double-teamed by Andy and Jake – their cocks sliding in and out of my mouth and pussy.

“Mmmm, oh, oh fuckkkk,” I moaned more around Andy’s dick as the vibrations went through his shaft. Jake was going rough and pounding the fuck out of my pussy.

“Ugh, oh my fucking god!” I screamed as Jake slammed into me with a desperate hunger.

“I’m going to cum, Mrs. Johnson. Oh fuck, I’m going to fill your pussy with my hot load,” Jake growled as he pounded me harder and faster.

“Unnggh, fuck, here it comes!” Jake roared, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me with a torrent of hot, sticky cum. I felt him fill me up, my pussy clenching around his cock as I milked him for every last drop.

I continued giving Andy a deep blowjob really fast.

“Oh yes, Mom. I want to fill your mouth up with my hot load. Come on, take my cock deep in your throat,” Andy growled urgently as he thrust harder and faster into my mouth.

“Ugh, Unngh… I’m fucking cumming!” he grunted hard as he shot his hot load into my mouth. I sucked him hard, swallowing every last drop of his creamy cum as it filled my throat. His cock throbbed wildly within my throat while pumping out wave after wave of thick white creamy goodness directly down into my stomach.

I pulled back from Andy’s cock, gasping for breath and feeling his cum dribble down the corners of my mouth. Jake slipped out of me, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked down at my cum-filled pussy.

Andy lay down beside me, a satisfied grin on his face. “That was incredible, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

Jake sat down in the armchair across from us, a sly grin on his face as he looked at me. “Yeah, that was fucking amazing, Mrs. Johnson. You’ve got some serious skills in the bedroom, well, in our case, the couch,” he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with desire.


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