Morning. Son.
Morning. I opened my eyes. He's next to me. My Vadik, my beloved son. So sweet, so strong. Broad-shouldered, muscular. It feels so wonderful to lie with my head on his shoulder, pressing my ear against him. I'll give him a peck on the cheek, a peck on the ear. Gently, so as not to wake him. Although. He sleeps so deeply, nothing can wake him. He always sleeps so soundly. And after yesterday... Oh, the things he did to me yesterday. So strong in sex, so inventive. He fucked me doggy style, and in my mouth. And in missionary, and I rode him. And I sucked his little dick, and licked and swallowed his balls, caressed his butt with my tongue. Oh, my butt aches a little. He also
"roasted" me in the butt yesterday. And so passionately. Like a little bull, like an insatiable lion cub. I don't even remember how many times I came yesterday, until I satisfied my Vadyushka.It's good, after all, that he's so strong. Not for nothing did Yurka get him into sports. From a young age, he did exercises with his father, then they sent him to swimming. It's great that he's so broad-shouldered now, with such powerful biceps. I even start to get jealous when I see how young girls look at him. After all, they might soon take him away from me. They'll start hitting on him, and they're younger, sexier, bolder, so I'll probably lose him right away. He's so loving, my boy. So affectionate, so passionate. Those young hussies, as soon as they find out what Vadyushka is like in bed, you can kiss your little son goodbye. Although... Whatever else, I have nothing to be ashamed of for what he can do in bed. I don't have to worry about his sexual experience and all that. Let him drive the young ones crazy. They'll still run after him in crowds.
It's so cozy in his embrace after all. I wriggled a bit, lying on my side, settling better on his shoulder, pressing my chest, my tits against my son's powerful torso. It's so nice that he even gently hugs me in his sleep, his huge paw lying on my butt. I'll wiggle it a bit, as if he's stroking me. Great! I'll give him another peck on the cheek.
And his cock! God, it's already hard. Pressed from above by my thigh. It's pulsating, trying to lift my leg. Wow, it's already so hard. It's funny with them. They sleep, and their cock is hard. I wonder if he'd feel anything if he came? Probably not. They, young guys, have wet dreams sometimes.
My hand, lying on my son's chest, with whose fingers I was quietly playing with his nipples, sliding down my son's stomach, automatically began to descend to his groin. God, what am I doing? He's sleeping, and I... , I'm an insatiable slut, as he called me yesterday, I'm a lustful bitch, I want, I want to take hold of my son's erect cock. I want to and I will. My palm touched his head, my fingers curled, grabbing his foreskin. Vadik, who was breathing evenly in his sleep, began to breathe heavier and deeper, although he didn't wake up.
Y-e-e-e-s, what a thrill it is to hold my son by the head of his cock, pressing the cock against his stomach with my thigh at the same time. And also pressing my lips to his cheek. No, son, I can't hold back. Even if I wake you up, tear you away from sweet sleep, I still want to take it in my mouth. Maybe I'll even make your awakening sweeter this way. And I ducked my head under the blanket, heading with my mouth towards my son's erect cock. Licking both his nipples along the way, sucking on them a little, removing my leg from his cock, I finally reached my goal under the blanket with my mouth.
Mmmmm! He's so... so... he tastes so magical. So sweet, musky smell. Instinctively stuck out my tongue. Firmly holding the cock in my palm, I touched its smooth, swollen, excited head with my tongue, licked it, ran the tip of my tongue over the hole from which secretions were oozing and greedily pounced on it, completely engulfing the head with my lips. Vadyushka, my beloved son, I think you know how much your mom, that is me, loves to suck your cock. When it's in my mouth, everything flies out of my head. Only it. Only to suck it. To suck his head hard, so that my cheeks even sink in deeply. Without letting it out of my mouth, lick the head with my tongue, moving my head, slide my lips along the shaft of the cock, jerking it with my fingers. And suck, suck, suck. Suck my favorite lollipop, my tasty popsicle - your amazing cock, son. I know, I know that you love it too. I know what sweet pleasure you experience when mom takes your "tool" in her mouth. But I myself, I myself go wild when I suck it. I myself start to flow uncontrollably, anticipating what sweet fucking you'll give me after the blowjob. That's why I suck, suck for you, beloved son, suck your hard, big cock. Its head barely fits in my mouth, and I want to swallow it deeper. I want to shove it into my mouth, press the hard head against my throat, choke on your equipment, son. Maybe even push it down my throat. And why not? I've already released the cock, taken his balls in my palm, and I'm impaling my mouth on the shaft. Deeper, deeper. Like your dad loves. Relaxed my throat. I'm drooling. On the cock, on the balls. Choking...
And suddenly... a fountain of warm, salty semen hits my throat. I wasn't quite expecting it, I recoiled. But I didn't let the head out of my mouth. And you keep shooting and shooting in spurts, filling me with your tender, not like dad's, tasty sperm. Come on, son, come on. Cum in your mom's mouth, your sucker's mouth. Right in your sleep. I'll take its warmth, its saltiness, I'll greedily swallow it, with deep gulps. More, son, more. I'm afraid to unclench my lips, so as not to spill a single drop. I hold the cock with my mouth and only my nostrils snort.
Uffff... He came. Swallowed it. That felt so good.
I hold the balls in my palm, play with them, gently knead them. The cock quickly becomes soft, shrinks in size. I don't want to let it out of my mouth, I want more, more to love and kiss it. I want to suck everything out of it, down to the last drop.
Suddenly, my son's fingers touch the top of my head. He put his hand under the blanket and touched my head. The fingers of his other hand squeezed my buttock. He's not asleep, my beloved. I dropped the cock, stuck my head out from under the blanket. Vadyushka is lying there, smiling.
— Are you awake, sonny?
— Of course, mommy. Who wouldn't wake up from such a sweet blowjob.
— Did you like it?
— You bet, mommy. You know how much I love it when you play with it with your mouth.
— Sorry for waking you. You were sleeping so sweetly, and I... I just couldn't hold back, I got excited. You're so strong, so powerful. I wanted you so badly.
— Oh, and you're excited! — the finger of my son's hand, lying on my butt, touched my perineum, feeling how wet it was. — Mom. You're really flowing a lot. Come on, climb on top of me.
He's so incredibly strong. He took me, not a young woman, with both hands, lifted me, sat me on his stomach.
— Oh, son, what are you doing?
Without answering me, but simply acting, Vadimka lifted me by the butt and with a second movement simply sat me down with my crotch on his face.
Y-e-e-e-s. This is a thrill! A thrill when your own son lifts you like a doll. So much strength. And when he also sits you on his face, when my labia press against his face, when his impudent tongue penetrates the slit, starting to move wildly there, when his lips gently envelop my clitoris, sucking on it, when his nose sinks into the curly hairs on my pubis... This is such heavenly pleasure!
I want to grab his head, I want to rub my crotch on his face, rubbing my excited, shameful lips against the face of a young guy, feeling how his hot and hard tongue licks up the juices, swallows them. I want him to lick out, swallow my juices, for them to flow into his nostrils. I want to rub my clitoris against his sharp nose, I want to brace my hands against the wall and shove, shove my clitoris deeper into my beloved son's mouth, as if fucking his mouth with my clit. I want his strong, rough palms to roam over my body. For him to grope me impudently, grope his insatiable mommy. My thighs, my butt, my tits. I want to squeeze the boy's head hard with my thighs and come sweetly when he sucks hard on the firm clitoris...
— Oh, son, I think I came.
— Yes, mom. You're a delight. You were rubbing your pussy so passionately against my face. I didn't even have time to do anything with you. But you were magnificent! So much passion, so much drive! I was just afraid to stop you. — my son lifted me by the hips and shifted me off his face, sitting me down with my butt on his chest.
— Vadyushka. You're a magician! I really fell into a blissful state. I don't even know how it happened so easily. Oh! And you're hard again! — stroking my son's body with my palms, I brought one hand behind my back and casually touched his cock.
— What did you think? To swallow your juices and not get excited? But you're not against continuing and riding my cock some more, are you?
Of course, son. You know I'm always ready to impale myself on your peg, my dear. — I lifted my butt myself, leaned back, took the cock with my hand, guided it into my excited hole and sat down sharply.
My son's hands rested on my thighs, my palms braced against his chest. The sweetness of a hard, hot male cock in my pu...ssy again clouded my mind. I started to wiggle on my son's cock, started to rub my clitoris against his, somewhat hairy, pubis, started to rise up, rubbing the shaft of the cock with the juices secreted by my vulva and labia. My son stroked my thighs, kneaded my buttocks, pushed his hands under my butt and helped me rise and sit on his cock. My tits, hanging over his head, swayed chaotically, rubbing their excited nipples against his face. Raising his head, he grabbed these nipples with his lips. He greedily sucked them, bit them, which made me feel incredibly high and I started to impale myself on his hard and thick rod faster, sharper and deeper.
— Vadyka! Come on! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck your insatiable mommy, fuck your sl...ut — I was already unstoppable.
— Yes, mommy. Yes, my love!
Stroking my butt with his palm, my son's finger ran between my buttocks, touched the entrance to my butt. I wanted so badly for him to enter, to enter my butt with his finger and for me to be impaled with two holes on his cock and finger. And Vadik did it. Pressing harder on my anus, his index finger penetrated me to its full length. A fabulous thrill! My son is in both of my holes. And I'm riding him. Come on, come on, my darling. Fuck your mommy. I'm ready to explode.
Slap, and an impudent slap from a big palm burned my cheek. That was the last thing I needed to come. I squeezed the cock hard with my vaginal muscles, I sharply impaled myself a couple of times on my son's cock, I dug my nails into his chest, feeling his fingers grab my thighs very tightly. The third squat on the cock and the warm moisture that bursts out of the hole at the end of my son's cock began to fill me from the inside. This warmth, the trembling of Vadik's cock, his strong hands, lifting me from below... and I come. Violently, with a drawn-out moan. Swearing with all sorts of obscene words. Sitting on top of my son.
I collapsed with a weakened body onto him.
A couple of minutes passed. Came to my senses. Lying on my son. Head on his chest. Hands on his shoulders. In his embrace. Something is clearly flowing out from between my legs. Ha, funny. My smiling son so close. Looking at me. Such a tender, such a familiar look. Hugs me tighter. Licked my nose. I just want to melt in these embraces.
— Mom. You're magnificent! I love you. I adore you. You're so great. You gave me such a fabulous morning.
— Vadyka, stop it. It's you. You're my magician. I'm about to melt from all the pleasure you gave me today.
— Oh. You're probably hungry, right? Look, dad or Yulka have already been in the kitchen. Filled the whole apartment with the smell of fried onions. I bet they only cooked for themselves, the ungrateful ones. Mom always has to think about everyone. Lie down, Vadyushka, I'll think of something now. I'll quickly run to the shower and think of something tasty. — I was about to get up from my warm son.
— Quiet, mommy, calm down. I'm not very hungry, for one thing. And secondly, the shower is occupied for now. Hear how Yulka is squealing in there. Probably washing with dad right now. Although... Why squeal like that when you're just washing? Don't you know? — my son looked into my eyes with a mysterious smile, gently pecked me on the nose and pressed me closer to him. — Lie with me for now. I feel so good with you.