I invite my sons bully and his mom over to try to help find some common ground, but instead, its his dad who shows up with him. My husband and son aren’t home, so its just me and two guys (who are VERY intimidating).. I pretend not to be nervous around them, but they make me so uncomfortable. The dad (POV) is just staring at me. I don’t even think he CARES his son is bullying my boy! I tell them to leave but they won’t.. instead they offer a solution- sex in exchange for my sons protection. Do I even have a choice? The son bends me over the table, pulls up my dress and pushes himself into me as his daddy watches. He fucks me for a few minutes before pulling out and telling me to get on my knees so he can finish in my mouth. After he’s done, his dad (POV) lays me in missionary on the table and has sex with me as well. He then makes me take a big load in my mouth and I swallow it all. The whole time I’m pretending like I don’t care what they are doing.. that I’M the one in control.. even though I’m not.
Tag: MILF
You are sharing a bed with your Mother as the family is staying over, so you both cuddle up. In the middle of the night, however, you start getting hard, and she wraps her leg around your body, beginning to grind on your cock. You take your cock and rub it against Mommy’s slit, and she startles herself, apologizing for her behavior. Though, she wants you. She wants to feel her own son inside of her, creating that heat inside of her body. She sucks you off a bit before climbing on top of you to ride her son’s hard cock. She grinds and grinds until she cums on you and you cum inside of her. She tries to be quiet not to wake the rest of the family, but she isn’t sure how well she did. All she knows is how much she loves you and how good that felt…
It’s Valentine’s Day, I get home from work to find that my husband has left me a very sweet surprise. On the bed is a box of chocolates, and a box wrapped in a bow. There’s a note on top that reads “Put this on and wait for me to get home.” My husband always knows how to get me excited. Inside the box is some lingerie and a blindfold. I change into the lingerie and tie the blindfold around my face and wait eagerly on the bed for him to get home. While I’m blindfolded and waiting, my husband texts me repeatedly about running late. He knows I’m going to be so disappointed so he reminds me that I have the house to myself tonight because our son is going over to his friend’s house, and tells me to enjoy my evening despite the change of plans. However, I never see the text messages from him.
Your single mom had you when she was young and made huge sacrifices to give you the best upbringing she could. As you got older, the intimacy you shared when she’d cuddle and comfort you got twisted. You began groping and dry humping her and despite the way it made her feel (which she could never admit to you or herself), mom hated herself for letting it happen and began to put walls up, believing that “tough love” would fix things. Your relationship became tense and distant, with you disrespecting her, ignoring the rules, bringing strings of girls round to your room, and mom resenting you for giving her a hard time. Through it all, you grew up well and qualified for a prestigious college abroad, leaving mom deeply conflicted – on the one hand, she loves you and wishes you the best, but on the other, her deep resentment lingers for you wanting to leave her after all she’s done for you. She tries to move past it, distracting herself by entering the dating scene and comes into the living room to let you know she’s going out. You berate her for dating “losers” and she storms out, not wanting to get into another fight. But when she returns, having had a terrible date and one too many beverages, she admits you were right. Instead of having an attitude with her, you soften and sympathize. Despite all that’s happened between you, you want her to know that she deserves more. She deserves someone who can take care of her, someone like you. Shocked by your admission, mom pulls back, but you physically don’t let her. You admit you’ve been resentful and trying to make her jealous ever since she denied you the one thing you’ve ever truly wanted: her.
He just won’t get his act together. But maybe it’s time to try the carrot instead of the stick.
Though she’d never admit it, mom’s been struggling with empty nest syndrome ever since you moved out and now she’s going through a divorce too, over Christmas of all times. Having your own relationship troubles and wanting to be there for mom, you offer to stay over the holidays. Things come to a head when mom’s had one too many beverages and confronts you about your girlfriend (who she never liked), and the fact that every man in her life always abandons her, including you. In the heat of the argument, angry that she’s accusing you of not being there for her, you grab her and bend her over the kitchen counter, showing her just how much you do care. Having crossed a boundary that should never be broken that night, mom spends the run up to Christmas conflicted and confused as the lines become more and more blurred between you two. You both slowly come to terms with your newfound desires and mom realises just how far she’s willing to go to finally have her son back for good.
I’m your 21 year old son. I’m in my bedroom and you come to get me ready for school. I’m sitting in a chair in my bedroom and there’s a bed in it as well.
KISSING & RUBBING
YOU: Hey son, your brother and sister are almost ready for school, your dad’s driving you. You have a fever? You’re just don’t want to go to school. Let me feel if you’re hot.
You press your cheek against my head. You then kiss my forehead gently, maternally.
YOU: You feel fine. What? It felt good when mommy kissed you? You want another kiss, son? On the lips. You’re such a momma’s boy. Okay, son. Mommy will kiss you.
You kiss me on the lips, then you’re startled as I slip you my tongue in yours.
YOU: Son, wait. we shouldn’t kiss like that. You want another kiss? Okay. I spoil you too much…
You kiss me again, really moaning as we kiss. Then I pull your hand down toward my crotch. I’m making you to rub your hand back and forth over my pajamas against my cock. You keep rubbing me as you protest:
YOU: Son! You can’t press mommy’s hand against your x That’s an erection. You’ve gotten excited, baby. But we can’t be doing this. This is called , son.