She cannot help but notice his hand brushes across her silk blouse, brushes across her full breasts on the way to caress her cheek, touch her soft lips –
"D-d-d...darling we both know you're very mature but.. i.. don't think.. ohhh.. you're my son... and that's all there is to it!" she says, a little out of breath.. her cheeks flushing pink at his touch unable to take her eyes off his. But even while she protests she notes that her nipples became STIFF at his slightest caress. She protests now only weakly... lowering her voice to a confidential tone "i just dont think its... its.. appropriate....." she tries to calm herself in front of him... feeling her heart thump in her chest.. her body getting too heated up...
"Tell me, why are you dressed up so sexy today, Mommy? and all the time lately?" he says casually and suddenly as his hand finally reaches the back of her long neck – his other hand now on her tight, round asscheek.
"W.. well, it's a Mommy's job to look pretty darling... even if shes just here at home... it makes me feel better too.." She admits, her eyes going wider as his hand grips the back of her neck.. she tries to twist a bit, to get out of his grip as she feels the thrill of to boys strong, firm hand squeezing her ASS...
"I will take that kiss now," he says with a serious air. He pulls her down towards him.
"mmmph! mmm mmm *kiss *hard passionate kiss *tongue *lick"
Before she knows what is happening her son is treating her like a call-girl, right in the entryway!
Already controlling her, squeezing her ass, making her kiss him, forcing his tongue into her mouth! He tastes like sweet oranges, that is what he eats after a soccer game! After tortuous, long Moments he breaks the kiss "I guess dressing sexy for me everyday, really works for you Mommy, although a silk blouse is kind of.... I mean with no bra underneath," he gazes at the outline of her full, suggestive breasts, her stiff, perky nipples, "ok, Mommy, my first instruction to you today is, slowly take off your blouse and skirt and look into my eyes the whole time, as you strip for me, like a good Mommy should." He licks his lips greedily.
She feels her face going hotter.. blushing redder as she struggles to regain her composure...what is happening here? A offensive feeling...he is starring straight at her like he can see her soul... she cannot help her hands as they come up to her chest... her legs wobbling a bit underneath her as she undoes the first button... teeth on her bottom lip, whimpering a bit, undoing the next...
The boy is thrilled beyond what words can account for. The formula (called Luxury) he had slipped into the wine bottles had clearly worked! Success! "mmm, you really are a good little whore, aren’t you, Mommy? lets hear you say it!" he hisses, "and remember look into my eyes," there is a look of wild lust and domination in my blue eyes as he commands her.
She squirms on the spot... this is wrong... "n..no, no, no...." she shakes her head. Her hands clutching at her slightly open blouse... visibly shaking as she stands there before her own son... her breathing slow and warm and heated by undeniable arousal...
"hmmm? do you need some help, Mommy?" he demands, uncrossing his arms. He takes a confident stride towards her presses his body against hers, she feels his erection for her against the front of her supple but muscled upper thigh, through the fabric of his canvass school shorts. His erection, pressed against her thigh feels like a steel rod to her. He takes hold of one of her shoulders - and with the other hand ! ---
*SWAT SWAT SWAT*
He spanks her round, Mommy ASS
The strikes are not too hard, but she cannot believe how strong her boy is at such a young age
His whacks sting her flesh, even through her skirt and panties and he hits so expertly that her clit vibrates with every-SINGLE- H I T -
She shrieks out... shaking at the sudden burst of pain, how suddenly forceful he is.. it frightens her...
She shrieks out... trembling at the sudden burst of pleasure, how she is being treated.. it frightens her...
"hmmm? have you decided to be a good girl, Mommy? Why don't you tell me again who you dress like that for?"
"I just wanted to look nice today when I talked to you... about your behavior... about -this-, because I noticed you're a lot nicer to me when I dress up."
She immediately regrets saying it as she notices his upper cheeks turn red with passion. "so you dressed up in high heels, a short skirt, a silk blouse with no bra, a pearl necklace and earrings... you dressed like that for your own son?"
"Well, Toby I just thought it might help me get through to you a little bit."
She confesses, held tight in his grip, wondering if she will be spanked for a 'wrong' answer, not able to think...
"So... you... want me to think of you as sexy, Mommy?" He asks as he licks his lips
"M-maybe... I d-d-don't know! Well, I needed to go out later, so that's another reason why I dressed up. Do you – do you like my outfit?" She stammers then realizes that she ought to be protesting, arguing, changing the subject.
"Mommy, I tell you what, why don’t you do a little dance for me?"
She sees his thick rod stirring in his canvas school shorts as he humiliates her, his own mother.
"oh-okay, maybe just a little." she starts to move slowly but hesitantly, not knowing if this is right or wrong... there is no music as she dances for her young son, his erection for her jumps in his school shorts.
“L-L-Like this, darling?"
"mmm, yeah Mommy, you are sooooo hot, mmm, spank yourself a bit for me, while you dance..."
"okay.... Don't be too hard on me Bucky."
"mmm, dont worry Mommy, if you are a good girl, everything will work out fine"
..."mmm" she gives herself a soft slap to her own asscheek.
"mmm sss," her son hisses and she can see, by his thick bulge, that her dance is getting to him, this makes her pant harder as she looks down at him..seeing his stiffness for her... feeling her wetness grow... she feels so strange and weak against HIM...
She bends at the waist a little and spanks herself harder, swaying her ass under the gaze of her boy.
"good girls like you do as they are told, Mommy," he whispers hotly, "now, tell my what a good whore you are going to be for me," he commands.
"y..yes darling.." she says, her face red with embarrassment her breath short and fast," im.. im im..." she struggles at first.. conflicted.. gasping out the words "im going to be a good little WHORE for you..!"
"oh, oh wow, Mommy," he says, almost climaxing in his shorts.
*he wastes no time, marches straight up to her, makes quick work of her blouse – exposing her tits -- her stiff, perky, Mommy nipple into his mouth
"mmm mmmph mmmm!" he moans into her flesh as he suckles.
She moans back, her whole body flooded with warmth an pleasure as his lips find her again. "ohgod.. ohh.. oh my darling.." she whimper, so wrong – so hot...
He has to to break away before he loses all control – gasping and panting for oxygen
"seriously, I want you to take that blouse and skirt off. I want you exposed in front of me, begging your own son to take you as his wife," He gasps, holding his pained lungs which rise and fall as if he had just run a marathon.
"oh.. oh darling... i.. " she pouts her lips as she feels her body flood with heat.. she can't control herself, she pulls down her blouse.. almost ripping it.. feeling her breasts exposed to the cool air.. wiggling her hips out of her short skirt as she wobbles in her high heels.. feeling like a horny schoolgirl in front of her own son..
He takes in the sight of her willing, perfect, gorgeous body.
She sees the bulge in his school shorts jump.
"ohh.. oh darling.. baby.. please.. oh god i cant help it.. i just cant... i need you...!" she moans in confession.. her legs squeezed tight, trying to hide her lust..
"mmm, I will give you what you need,Mommy, dont worry," he growls "now, take off those panties, give them to me and tell me that I own you," he demands, pointing her last bit of clothing
"i.. i.." i look down at them.. seeing her own wetness makes her shudder even more.. whimpering to herself, muffled and confused.. feeling his piercing eyes on her.. makes her doubt herself..
"does the little Mommy-bitch need another spanking?" he prompts as he undoes the belt on his school shorts. "Do you want to see my big-boy cock, first, Mommy? will that make your horny? little hungry Mommy cunt... take over control of your whore body? this is all you can think about right? that your boy is a real man?" He teases as he pulls the belt free and tugs off his school shorts and boxers.
Miss Chamomile sees the strongest, thickest cock of her life, the pulsating, mushroomed head points straight at the ceiling, she moans seeing it as she struggle with her inhibitions for the last time.. shocked but.. she cannot look away.. her eyes going up and down it.. she moans she can't look away.. looking up and down the thick, stiff length.. he is so grown up.. she feels mesmerized looking at it.. her mouth hanging open mutely..
She squirms where she stand.. her slender, feminine, long-fingered hands tugging at her white, cotton panties unconsciously.. pulling them off... until she is totally exposed in front of him.. |