Son fucks moms needy cunt

I remember the last time I felt a man’s touch, his hands on my body, and being intimate; oh, I miss it. It was over ten years ago, and the memory still lingers, a constant ache deep within my pussy. But tonight, I was on the verge of satisfying that hunger.

My son, Jake, was home from college, and I couldn’t help but notice his change. He had grown into a handsome, muscular man with a rugged charm and a sparkle in his eyes. I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

As we sat on the couch, watching a movie, I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Jake, his body, and what it would feel like to have him inside me again. I shifted in my seat, trying to quell the growing desire.

Jake noticed my discomfort and asked if I was okay. I lied and said I was just tired, but he knew me better than that. He placed his hand on my thigh, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I looked at him, and he gave me a knowing smile.

“Mom,” he said, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Jake,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m just tired.”

But Jake didn’t believe me. He moved closer to me, his hand now resting on my hip. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and I knew I was in trouble.

“Mom, I know you’re not okay. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve been distant and distracted all evening. What’s going on?” Jake asked, his voice full of concern.

“I am just lonely, dear. It’s been years since, well… you know,” I said as I blushed.

“Years since what, Mom?” Jake asked, his voice full of curiosity. He moved even closer, his hand now gently stroking my hip.

“Since I had a man’s touch, Jake. It’s been over ten years, and I miss it,” I confessed, feeling shame and relief.

Jake looked at me with surprise, but his eyes showed no judgment. Instead, I saw a flicker of desire.

“Mom, I want to help you. I want to make you feel good,” Jake said, his voice low and husky.

“Erm… what do you mean, Jake,” I was puzzled, wait…

“Mom, I want to make you feel good,” Jake repeated, his hand now sliding up my thigh, dangerously close to my aching pussy.

“Omg fucking what… your my son,” I grabbed his hand and moved it. I saw his crotch, and he now had a raging boner.

“Mom, I’m not just your son anymore,” Jake said, his eyes burning with desire. He took a deep breath, and his hand moved back to my thigh, sliding upwards again. This time, I didn’t stop him.

Maybe just a good hard fuck is what I needed, but this was my son. How… how could I, but could I? Most importantly, should I?

“I’m about to bend you over this filthy couch and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled as he yanked me up by my arm and bent me over the worn-out furniture. You can protest all you want, but you won’t, I can tell.

“Son, I’m all yours now,” Jake whispered hoarsely as he tugged my pants down, revealing my pale, trembling ass. A cocktail of fear, excitement, and shame coursed through me, but my traitorous pussy was already soaked, giving away my true desires.

Jake’s rough fingers slid over my dripping labia, feeling the slickness and swelling. He slowly parted my folds, exposing my aching clit, already pulsing with need. He began to circle it with his thumb, and I couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure.

“Do you like that, Mom?” Jake asked, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, Jake, I fucking do,” I moaned, my voice barely above a gasp.

“I’m about to whip out my hard, throbbing cock, and you can stop me if you dare,” he sneered as I heard his zipper slide down. But you won’t; I can see the hunger in your eyes.

Jake tugged his pants down, revealing his massive, rigid shaft. I couldn’t help but stare at it, my pussy clenching with anticipation.

“Mom, I’m going to slide this monster inside you. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said as he positioned his cock at my entrance, his eyes gleaming with lust.

I couldn’t utter a word, consumed by the sensation of his cock pressing against my pussy lips. I nodded, giving him the green light to continue.

Jake slowly pushed his cock inside me, inch by inch. I moaned as I felt him fill me up, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. It had been too long since I had felt this, and it was even better than I remembered.

“Fuck, Mom, you’re so fucking tight,” Jake groaned as he started to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me.

“Oh, Jake, that feels fucking amazing,” I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure.

He started pounding me harder and deeper, his hips slapping against my ass.

I was bent over the couch, my legs shaking with pleasure. I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t. My poor pussy had been neglected for years, and Jake’s thick cock was filling a deep void.

“Oh God,” I moaned as he gripped my ass cheek and slid his pulsating cock in and out of my dripping cunt.

“You’re such a dirty boy, fucking your mommy, aren’t you, darling?” I cooed, taking every inch of him.

Sorry, Mom, but you need this more than me. Now take it all,” he commanded, slamming into me with such force that my ass cheeks rippled off his toned abs. I whimpered with the intensity, but I couldn’t deny the primal need he was fulfilling.

Jake didn’t hold back, his hips pistoning as he fucked me with raw, primal hunger. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, the sensation making me dizzy with lust.

“That’s it, baby, fuck mommy’s pussy harder,” I moaned, my voice a desperate whimper as he pumped and pounded me with a maddening rhythm.

“Ungh… fucking hell, Jake, your cock feels so damn good inside me. I’m so close; don’t stop, please,” I begged, my voice trembling with pleasure as I felt the tension building inside me.

Jake’s thrusts became wilder, his cock hitting my G-spot with every stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum,” Jake groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Yes, baby, cum inside me. Fill me up with your hot load,” I moaned, my voice a guttural whisper.

Jake’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsating inside me as he released his load. I could feel his cum filling me up, the sensation making me shudder with pleasure.

Jake collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy and laboured. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his sweat dripping onto my skin.

“Fuck, Mom, that was intense,” Jake murmured, his voice a lazy drawl.

“Yes, baby, it was,” I replied, a satisfied smile on my face.

We lay there for a few moments, our bodies entwined in a post-coital bliss. But Jake’s cock was already stirring again, ready for another round.

“Again, Mom?” Jake asked, his voice hopeful.

“Again, baby,” I replied with a wicked grin.

And so, we continued our illicit affair, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and sin. Jake fucked me with a primal hunger, his cock filling me up again and again. And I revelled in the filthy, dirty pleasure of it all, my body begging for more.

It was a sinful, wicked affair, but I couldn’t help myself. Jake’s cock was too good to resist, and I was too dirty to deny myself the pleasure. And so, we continued our illicit affair, our bodies entwined in a dance of sin and iniquity.