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Andrew’s Delightful Attributes
Andrew’s Delightful Attributes.
The women in Andrew’s life, are getting frisky.
Based on a post by Meow
5 meow. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Mom catches Andrew Solo.
Eliza woke up to her Saturday morning and rolled over to
look at her clock, it said 9am, which was an hour before she usually rose. She
knew Andrew would already be up because he was an early riser; like his father
had been. So she pulled a robe around herself and headed downstairs quietly.
When she entered the kitchen there was no one there, she checked around the
house but didn't see him. Still sleepy she let the mystery and worry go and
made herself some coffee and a bagel.
She finished her breakfast quickly because felt a little uncomfortable with
the dead silence in the house. She wondered where her son went. He tended to be
pretty active in the mornings but didn't usually leave the house till he saw
her. Some mornings Andrew would work out in the garage, but that was not where
he was this early morning. She didn't see a note around anywhere, so she went
back upstairs, to check her phone. Maybe he texted her before he left the
house?
Eliza didn't feel any urgency yet, just mild curiosity as she went back up
the stairs. On this pass through, she purposely looked at Andrew's bedroom door
for signs of life. It was half open, quiet and dark inside. Suddenly Eliza
believed her son must still be in bed, and she stepped over and gently pushed
his door further, opening the room up to her view. Suddenly she could see
Andrew sitting at his desk, against the far wall, with headphones on.
"Oh." Eliza uttered quietly, feeling silly for her worry. Of
course he was in his room.
Andrew hadn't noticed her behind him. He was just sitting there, staring at
the screen and moving his shoulder.
Eliza finally looked at the screen to find an up close view of a naked
woman's body, and saw her shaved cunt being fucked by a pale pink cock. She
gasped and her eyes locked onto the porn her son was watching. For a least a
minute she just stood there watching her son beat off. Minutes went by and she
didn't move.
“Is my cock bigger than Dad’s?” Andrew asked the Milf in the video.
The video zoomed out and she could see the actors going at it. Her mouth
dropped open. The actress was tall and blonde, like she was. And curvy with the
same hairstyle as Eliza. The actor fucking her was young and superficially like
Andrew too.
It was obvious Andrew had picked this video as a fantasy for him and
her together. Eliza closed her mouth, blinking in the quiet that was only
broken by the soft fleshy fapping sounds of her son's hand on his cock and his
ragged breathing.
At the same moment her own nipples tightened and her clit pulsed and began
to inflame her sex. She was responding to the idea that her son was fantasizing
about having sex with her. Her hand slid up the door jam and she tried to
control her breathing and slow down her strong physical reaction. Her son was
just stepping up his, though; arm jerking faster and tiny whimpers spilled out
of his lips.
She felt scared, not willing to take one step farther in his room. Shame
rearing up to scream at her, for watching and responding; and feeling any sort
of urge when it came to Andrew.
She gripped the door knob and backed up a step, fully intending to flee this
very moment. As her shoulders turned away from his room, she heard her son
utter words that slammed into her like a freight train. "Yeah mom... you
love my cock too.. Don't you?"
Eliza swiftly retreated from that spot and went into her private bathroom
and locked the door. Her heart was racing and panic leaking into her brain
Eliza slumped down on her shaggy toilet seat cover and spread her legs. With
fingers over her panties she explored her sex and shivered at her sensitivity,
with a broken little sob she snaked her fingers under the waistband of her
panties and glided over her drenched clit. It frightened her how quickly and
feverishly she had responded to what she had seen. It was so utterly wrong.
As she teased her clit, her brain tried to rationalize it.
Masturbation is a natural thing, she told herself. And it's Andrew's
private business. Plus, mother-son fantasies are just a phase that young men
grow out of quickly. Her own sensual reaction is just a sensitivity caused by
not having had sex in a while, and her libido is just easily triggered. All
normal and no way shameful; unless acted upon.
It would never be acted upon.
Eliza took a hot shower, and imagined her son fucking her in missionary
position, looking him right in the face, as his cock pumped firmly in and out of
her. Of kissing him; he was so handsome! It set her right over the edge and she
moaned loudly, helpless to the overwhelming sensation of a strong orgasm. Her
bare feet pressed against the tile floor of the double shower, and her hips
rocked as she prolonged her pleasure.
After a few minutes to breath dried off again and intended to get dressed.
When she walked into her room to her closet she felt a wet sensation, looking
down she saw that her juices had leaked down her leg, nearly to her knee. Which
had never happened before in her life. Back to the bathroom to clean up, and
then she began to put herself together and get ready for the day.
She emerged from her room to an empty hallway and a closed door to her son's
bedroom. At some point he had closed it, which made her wonder if he'd caught
her. But she didn't think so. Eliza just tried to act normal and walk down the
stairs and into the kitchen, to grab her purse and keys. She had a few errands
to do. She intended to just leave him a note and avoid him until her
awkwardness faded.
But he was sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal and texting with
one hand. He looked up with his usual smile to say good morning to her. His
face happy and relaxed; and not anxious at all. She just faked it and said good
morning and made another cup of coffee for herself. Andrew wouldn't have any
idea that she had already had one, today.
As she stirred her sugar into her coffee Andrew came up behind her and
reached around her to turn the sink on and rinse his bowl. He was standing way
closer than he needed to, and it made Eliza's skin crawl. She hadn't ever
noticed Andrew purposely invading her personal space until now. That he might
possibly have a motive behind it, not just casual familiarity. He was pulling a
power move that men love to make in bars, where they use the excuse of a busy
bar to invade your space and get noticed, get close to you, even smell you.
Reaching an arm passed you to hail the bartender but really to hail the lady's
attention. If she notices and is interested she starts the conversation, if she
doesn't then he will push on with an opening line.
"Hey mom, you feeling alright?"
He pushed. Eliza paled and hesitated trying to abolish her train of thought.
"Of course, why?"
"Well, you're stiff as a board."
Now that he said something, she noticed, slumping her shoulders and trying
to ease her own tension she let out a tiny nervous laugh and focused on herself
for a moment and a small lie. "You are so right, I woke up with some back
pain today, maybe I will take some Advil."
He nodded and moved past her to pick up his phone and slide it in his
pocket. "Hey mom,I am going to head over to Peter's, we are gonna work on
his car." Eliza nodded quickly, "That's great, I am going to go run
some errands and I will pick you up for dinner if you aren't home before
me."
They both headed for the front door and he opened it and stepped into the
doorway making her squeeze passed him. Eliza was so determined not to be
awkward that she fell into his trap and ended up brushing the front of her body
with his. It was only when she felt the contact on her nipples did she realize
what he had done. Then Eliza made another mistake and looked him in the eyes.
He was staring at her with smoky bedroom eyes and a smirk tugging at his
lips.
Another sexy freight train mowed her down and her eyes almost crossed.
"You're blushing mom."
In complete panic she ditched the situation and sped off towards her car.
"Bye Andrew, text me later!" Hopped in her car, started it and zoomed
off as quick as she could. Leaving her laughing son behind her.
Andrew had accepted his feelings towards his mother recently, and with it a
sense of taboo had settled in to stoke that sexual fire inside him. Lately he
had wanted to tell his mother about it but knew that she could never agree.
That a fight like that might end up with him out of the house. Maybe with her
cutting him out of her life, the idea of which terrified Andrew.
But he couldn't resist showing her in tiny ways that he wanted her. This
morning was as bold as he had ever tried and she had obviously noticed this
time. Which is the first time she so obviously had.
It was so exciting that he was standing on the front porch with a boner in
his jeans. Andrew just turned around went back in the house and gently closed
the door, headed to his room and freed his cock. And relived the events of the
past 10 hours. Here’s the way he retells it;
I only wanted a glass of water, I often woke
up and got one in the middle of the night. But as I came down the dark staircase,
I can see over the backrest of the couch, that my mom lying on the couch,
watching TV still, at two in the morning? At first, I thought she was just
sleeping, until she flopped over from her side to her back while lying out on
the couch. The room was dark, except for the glow from the TV screen.
Her eyes were closed and her face was tense, I
almost asked her if she was all right; but the words died on my lips. Her hand
was shoved inside her thin pajama shorts, and she was rocking her hips. The
smallest moan spilled from her mouth.
I was frozen, my eyes locked onto the sight of
her. I even had the perfect view from near the top of the stairs which let me
see right over the couch. With the hand she wasn't using inside her shorts she unbuttoned
her thin knit pajama top, then reached up and pinched her big dark stiff nipple,
pulling and teasing it. I could feel my own heartbeat pounding in my chest.
She let out another soft moan and my cock
stirred to life. I want to tell it; ‘no.’ I inwardly resolved that it was
wrong; so wrong. But it just kept growing. I was rooted to the spot, and this
moment seemed to last forever. Her breathing came faster and her face grimaced
more.
She suddenly pulled her hand out but then
grabbed her shorts and yanked them down beyond her knees. She spread her legs
so wide apart I wondered how she was still that flexible. Her thighs were toned
and her skin glowed in the TV light. The contrast was pleasing in the dark
quiet night, the quiet words coming from the TV was the only soft sound. It was
the ending of some romantic chick flick.
She had a nice trim patch of curls between her
legs, she looked so normal, like any other woman. But, this woman just so
happened to be my mother. I had seen good-looking older women before, and I had
known my mom was, too.
But she had always been very private about her
sexual life, and I rarely saw her go on dates. The sight of her touching
herself was so surprising; and exciting.
My cock was fully hard now, stretching my knit
shorts out, obvious to the world. Why doesn't she open her eyes and see me
standing right there, above her?
Instead, she stretched her legs wider apart
and dipped her fingers down into her open cunt.
I could hear the wet noises in the quiet
room. Her free left hand gripped over the armrest of the couch.
Another moan, louder this time. I can't help
but wonder how wet she is, how her pussy would feel if I just walked down the
rest of these steps and shoved my raging cock into her wet, swollen, wide-set
cunt lips, and deep into her beautiful neglected cunt.
Would she like it? Would my mom moan for my
cock, like that?
I watched her movements become fast and
erratic. It looks painful. I wonder if she is close? Anticipation rises in me,
I want to see her finish rubbing it out. My cock is pulsing. My hands itch to
touch it. It seems almost natural to touch myself while watching her, touching
herself. But I don't, because a big part of me feels it's so wrong! And a small
part of me is hoping to sink my willing and eager cock into my gorgeous sexy mom.
She always told me that my changing body will
awaken new feelings; and any feelings I have are natural, that I shouldn't
repress or feel shame about my feelings, but accept them and move on. But what
about this feeling? This urge to slam my cock deep into my mother’s beautiful
cunt, and hear her moan for me.
She was biting her lips now, she whispers into
the dark, "Almost. Almost; almost."
My feet seemed to slide down the steps
further, not under my own will-power. I was just close enough now, that I could
see her fingers parting those curls, watching her hips thrust against those
fingers and her tits jiggle from her desperate movements.
Her body starts shivering and jerking, digging
her heels into the cushions, she half shimmies up the couch more, so her shoulders
are now on the rounded armrest, and head hangs over, enough to stretch her body
out. She is making small noises then her body jerks and her left hand flies up
to her mouth and her whole body seems to tense up.
I can’t see her face now, but her towering brown
nipples are hard and raised up from her magnificent natural tits.
Her body bounces and jerks with her orgasm, as
if it is trying to explode out from her. Her head rocks side to side, and I
clearly hear her muffled moans, her eyes are hidden from me, as her head still
dangles down. Aloud grunt signals the release and a small squirt shoots out of
her cunt, landing on the throw blanket under her full hips. Finally, her body
goes limp on the couch, slowly her hand slides out of her pussy and she closes
her legs. Her breathing sounds are loud, but the rhythm is receeding.
I take a breath, the frozen spell seems to be
broken.
I stealthly sneak back up the rest of the
stairs, and into my room.
I can move again! I look down at my knit
shorts and finally use my hands to free my cock from the tented cloth. As I had
known, it was the deep red it turns when I am very very turned on. I can even
feel a bit of precum sliding down the tip when I grab it, just squeezing it for
a moment. Pleasure crawls up my spine from my first touch, I'm so sensitive
that I know I would come fast.
But part of me doesn't want to jack off,
doesn't want to waste this glorious hard on. That part of me wants to go
downstairs and put it in that wet and moaning woman. But she's my mom, and that
is not going to happen.
I guess I craved some confrontation though. I
guess it’s the alpha-male in me. Mom say’s I’m becoming more and more like my
deceased father.
So I drop my loose shorts and go for some tight
boxer briefs and thick black sweat pants that I know have a tight waistband, I
strapped my dick to my body that way, and throw on a loose black T-shirt. When
I come out of my room again, with my empty glass, I close the door kind of hard;
and stomp heavily on the first few steps of the stairs.
I'm so nervous, I feel like as soon as she
looks at me, she will know. She will know that I know, what she was doing.
Usually she could tell just from the look on my face, how I felt. My mom is
just that type of person, she understands.
But would she understand... what I had been
thinking? I tried to put on a sleepy casual sort of expression.
I hear her moving fast on the upholstery of
the couch, and realize she must be quickly putting those tiny shorts back on. A
part of me wishes to tell her to take them off again, but I only take a deep
breath as I descend the last step. I look up slowly at her.
"Oh, you're still awake?" I Pretend
there is nothing weird going on.
Her eyes were large with alarm, and she seemed
a little confused or flustered. But I already know why, I don't need to ask.
Then she responds; "Oh um... yeah. But
I'm going to bed now," She turns quickly and grabs the remote, to turn off
the TV.
"Okay..."I said as I turned on the
stairway light.
"So.. are you alright? Why are you
up?" she redirects the topic back to me.
She didn't notice the glass in my hand, so I
raised it up while answering her, "I'm thirsty."
Her breathing is still fast, her nipples were
still pointing out of her thin misbuttoned pajama top.
I turned away and went into the kitchen,
poured myself more water; and walked back across the livingroom, towards the
stairs. She was waiting for me with her hand gripping the banister rail of the
stairs like she was gonna fall or something. "Ready?"
I just nodded.
She went up the stairs ahead of me. I was forced
to watch her legs and ass stretch and bend as she climbed. The crotch of her
thin cotton knit pajama shorts were wet, and a little trail of juice was
running down her inner thigh.
My mom has a great ass, I had heard it said before,
but only now in this moment in those tiny shorts did it become real to me.
And then I took a deep breath, expecting just
air but I got this scent. This scent made my brain tingle and my cock pulse,
before I realized what it was. I could smell my mom’s fresh cum-filled pussy,
she smelled hot, like a woman who needs it bad. Creamy, fleshy, salty, sweet, I
breathed in deep to get more. Part of it was comforting, the smell of my mother
when she wraps her arms around me, but now the image of her three fingers
pushing into her pussy, came to mind. The image seared into my brain.
The worst is that she smelled better than
Roxanne, The girl Amelia introduced me to at the homecoming dance. My mother's
pussy smells better than high school pussy!
Why did I have to find that out? Why did I
have to wake up and see that tonight? How was I going to face her tomorrow, and
the day after?
We were finally at the top of the stairs. Mom
went over to her bedroom door and opened it a crack, then looked at me.
"So, I hope my movie didn't wake you?"
Now, I knew what she was really saying. She
hopes I didn't hear her masturbating in the middle of the night.
"Nope, just thirsty. but mom;" then
I paused. Where was this going? What could I possibly say to her?
"You smell, good." As soon as the
words left my mouth, I bolted into my room, panic taking my heartbeat to my
throat. Why did I say that! Why did I say anything at all?
Why?
Because the memory of that scene and the smell
of her hot ready pussy was going to keep me up all night. I was sure of it.
It took a while to unwind and drift off to
sleep. The next thing I remembered was the touch of two hands spreading my
thighs apart. My cock erupted with cum as I happily enjoyed my mother’s lips
and mouth devour my turgid shaft. Then I opened my eyes to the reality that I’d
just had another ‘wet dream.’ My own two hands were on my own inner thighs. I
hated waking up from that dream. But this time my own mother was in my dream!
I so badly wanted to get back to sleep, and
resume that terrific dream. But that didn’t happen.
That’s when I had to get up and go search porn
videos of Milfs with sons getting it on.
Even though he had watched his favorite Mother/son porno this morning and
got off before she even woke up, he needed to go again, which was less than an
hour before now. He knew that the next few years living with her while he
graduated and found a job where going to be torture. Yet the thought of trying
to seduce her slowly over those years is what made him come in minutes flat.
A smug happiness settled in his stomach as he zipped up his pants and headed
out to Peter's house. He lived only two streets over and his parents gave him a
gently used BMW for his 18th birthday which was awesome. But. His parents were
also rarely at home, so Andrew tried to visit him at least once a week or
invite him over. Peter was a nice kid and Eliza approved of having him over
anytime. Unlike Tony.
His mother's blushing face was like a prize trophy in Andrew's mind's eye
for the rest of the day. Walking down the street, in the back of his mind,
while playing video games with Peter later. A smile creeping up every once in
awhile as he re-lived it.
A Cheerleader wants Andrew to pop her cherry.
Andrew had just gotten home from Peter’s house, and didn't expect his mom
home for about another hour. So he started some laundry, grabbing a basket and
filling it with his weeks work of pants, shirts and socks. Stripping off the
shirt and pants he had worn today, and put on some basketball shorts and a
tank-top. He waited for the washer to fill and added his clothes, closed the
lid and left the laundry room. He spent about 0 minutes working out on his dead
weights, out in the garage. Then he came in and was making himself a sandwich
in the kitchen, when he heard the doorbell ring. Shuffling over to the door, he
pressed his eye close to the peephole in the front door, it was a young lady
with long brown hair and the cheer uniform of his college.
Andrew opened the door and instantly recognized the girl on the porch. It
was Jennifer, one of the football cheerleaders, very upper class local
hierarchy. Her dad was a rich computer wiz and she lived in the huge home on
the bluff that overlooked the town.
"Hi Jennifer, what's up?" Andrew just wondered what she wanted
from him, and who gave her his address.
"Oh hi, Drew! Um; Can I come in?" She looked behind her nervously
and sidled past him into the house without waiting for him to accept. He let
her, it wasn't like he objected to having her in his home. He just didn't know
why she was here.
Jennifer slowly entered his living room like a nervous gazelle, checking
every corner of the room and listening for noises. He wondered if she expected
anyone else to be here. He figured he’d give her some time before shooing her
away, before his mom got home, in about 45 minutes.
"So Andrew;" She patted the couch next to her; which she had
daintily perched. Knees shut. "You know how I am friends with
Amelia?"
He nodded.
"She was telling me about you, and it got me really curious, the, um;
stuff she told me." He instantly knew she meant the intimate stuff that he
had done with Amelia, they hadn't had sex but had messed around a lot, and it
had been fun. When will Amelia shut up.
"Okay."
Jennifer looked at the walls of the room and not at his face, her hands were
wringing her purse in her lap. "I was wondering, if; you know, you could
do that stuff with me!" Her eye darted to his, in alarm and looked away
from him again. She seemed to expect immediate rejection, and her stiff muscles
showed how agitated she was.
Andrew shrugged, "Okay."
It sounded pretty harmless, she had just asked him if he would kiss
her and whatever. Nothing he wasn't perfectly willing to do at any moment of
his life.
She nearly jumped off the couch, standing over him. "Really?" Her
voice awkwardly loud in his quiet house.
Andrew followed her up off the couch, standing in front of her. He reached
out his hand for her to take, and she did. His other arm wrapped around her
waist and pulled her into him. Gently bringing them together for a light kiss
on the lips. Jennifer sighed against his face and kissed him again, then again.
He fully enveloped her in his arms and pressed his hands into the muscles of
her back, making their whole bodies touch. She sighed happily again and became
relaxed in his arms. He used one hand in her hair to tilt her head and at the
same time he swiped his tongue across her lower lip to request her lips to open
for him. She got the hint and he slowly reached for her tongue with his,
finding her mouth minty. She really had come over in hopes of kissing him.
She responded enthusiastically and fully opened her mouth and shoved her
tongue against his. It was a bit much but he really liked her enthusiasm.
Amelia had never been half as enthusiastic as Jennifer. Her excitement got
to him and he felt his cock rising against his basketball shorts. She was also
grinding her little body against him as they kissed. Minutes passed and she
parted her legs and he used his knee to press against her mound, as she ground
herself against it while they kissed.
Andrew sensed that Jennifer wanted to go further than he had done with
Amelia. Suddenly, he had a thought; ‘Gawd! Amelia’s been bragging to the
girls that she and I have been fucking!’
It was the only theory that explained why Hot sexy Jennifer is getting very
frisky, and doing so very quickly. And he did tell this hot sexy babe that he
would do ‘it’ with her, what Amelia and I do. Perhaps I should have asked for
specifics? Just then, all his theories were confirmed by Jennifer’s next words.
"Oh my god; Andrew!" She gasped at an air break for them.
"Please fuck me! Oh man, I need it now, I want you to do it!" She
almost shouted at him.
"What do you mean?" Andrew said while he used his fingers to brush
her hair away from her rosy cheeks. Her eyes got big and round and vulnerable.
"I.. well... I'm...uh... okay so... I've tried to get close to other guys
you know? They were so stupid that I just hated it. Like. Uh! And then Amelia
told me about you, and I hoped you weren't so gross, and instead you are
really, Like; so good!" Her face blushed red. "I want you to pop my
cherry, Andrew!"
Andrew was shocked, and his face showed it, making him blush instantly. They
were standing with their arms wrapped around each other, both beet red.
"Wow!" He said seriously considering whether he really should do
it. But looking at her hopeful face. He realized that she had obviously thought
about this, and it's what she wanted. That she is trusting him by asking him
this, and the inherent secret they two would keep.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties,
Jennifer."
He could see her quiver and blink at him, but she bent down and hooked her
panties under her cheer skirt and yanked them down. Kicking them off over her
tennis shoes and across the floor. Andrew sat back on the couch and beckoned
her onto his lap, she giggled and straddled his hips with her knees and they
kissed some more. But this time his fingers went under her skirt and she was
moaning and writhing in his lap as he circled her clit and plunged fingers into
her fresh virgin pussy.
She broke off the kiss with a moan and her back bowing from his magical
fingers. "Okay! Okay... I'm ready.. God Andrew... stop.. oh!" He
teased her clit and took his fingers out of her wet ready pussy. She leaned
over and grabbed her little purse and opened it. Pulling a condom from it's
depths and ripped the package open and handed it to him.
She was panting, waiting patiently while he gingerly stretched the condom
over his head and down his shaft. She watched intently and it felt awkward but
he knew this was new to her and she needed to see it. When he was done he
pulled her hips close to him so that she could sit on his dick in the right
position.
Andrew looked into her soft brown eyes as he positioned his dick at her
slick entrance and pressed her hips down towards his. Extremely slowly he felt
his cock stretch her lips open and begin to enter her, he didn't rush, knowing
that going slow made it much easier. "Try to relax your abdomen okay,
almost like you want to pee." He said, her eyes were closed and she
focused on the sensation. Slowly pressing down on his shaft, knees slipping
further apart, her breath hitching in her throat.
Andrew stretched his neck out to kiss her collarbone and shoulders, she
pushed suddenly and pressed all the way down to take his whole shaft inside
her. "Oh!" She said with only a tiny tinge of pain in her voice.
"It feels so big inside me, stretching me wide open, oh my god!" It
might be overwhelming for her so he didn't begin fucking her yet. Instead he
wrapped his arms around her and continued their make out session, in minutes
she was writhing again and pumping her own hips against his. Only when he felt
her wetness reach his balls did he begin pushing up into her, she was
pleasantly surprised and within minutes she was moaning loudly and bouncing in
his lap singing his praises.
Andrew found Jennifer's loudness to be endearing and hilarious. She also
just couldn't shut up and continued to tell him how good it feels, how hot her
cunt is and how she is so happy that she came over to do this. His ego expanded
two sizes, into very fat and happy and he knew he would be telling Brandon all
about this later.
Leaving Jennifer’s name out, of course.
Jennifer came on his cock, face blushing scarlet and hips grinding his.
Just as he pulled out of her still hard, the washer beeped it's cycle done.
It made him think of something and he stood up and pulled her along with him.
"Come here Jen." He tugged her into the laundry room.
Quickly he pulled his clean clothes out and threw them into the dryer and
turned it on. He picked up Jennifer and set her on top the dryer, at the
perfect height for him to fuck her bright red pussy that he finally got a
glance at while spreading her legs and folding up her cheer skirt.
"Is this good for the dryer?" She asked just before he pushed his
cock back into her, see-sawing until her wetness recovered on the condom.
"Oh; oh; oh" She made little cooing noises while he set to work
thrusting into her shallowly while the dryer giggled under her ass. Her limbs
wrapped around his shoulders and waist as she went along for the ride.
The shallow but rough thrusting allowed them to last awhile and Andrew had
completely forgotten about the time. No clock in the laundry room, the noise of
the dryer muffled everything outside the small space. Which meant he had no
idea that his mother had arrived to the sound of a teenage girl moaning
somewhere in the house.
"Andrew?" She called and got no answer, the sound of love making
was obvious and she was surprised that whoever the girl was quite passionate.
She didn't remember having that good of sex in her earlier years. She wondered
if it was Andrew at all but other people?
Finally she walked up to the laundry room, the moaning and voices quite loud
and clear now, no mistaking where it was coming from now. The door was cracked
and robotically her hand pressed against the door and she took in the sight.
A cheerleader was bare assed on her washer while her son was rutting into
her pussy. A bright red condom caught her eye and held it.Eliza just stared at
her sons cock thrusting into the young lady. Spell bound and quiet she stood in
her gym clothing just watching the two mature teens fuck in her laundry room.
The noises were obnoxiously loud at this proximity, Jennifer's voice pleading
with him.
"Oh god Andrew! Oh My God! Andrew! Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Keep going!
Don't stop, it's so much! Too much Oh my god!" Her back and shoulders
wiggled and she used her grip on his biceps to keep him locked together with
her. She began to come, body jerking and flexing and spine bowing.
In that moment Andrew looked over and saw his mom. Instead of feeling shame,
Andrew felt pride. He was making this girl come so fucking hard for his cock
that she was drooling. His mom was staring at his cock, and took a moment to
register his face, now turned to hers.Eliza's face went bright red and Andrew
slowly gave her a mischievous grin, a silent promise of pleasure in his arms.
Liza took a breath, as if to say something, but instead ran away. He could
hear her footsteps through the kitchen and down the hall and up the stairs. He
held young Jennifer close and let her calm down, completely unknown to her that
mom had been a spectator to her orgasm. A deep satisfaction settled over the
two teens, that frankly, had very little to do with each other.
"Would you like to use the half bath, right here?" Andrew opened
up the door leading towards a half bath next to the garage entry door. It was
also a storage closet that was extremely convenient for a busy family. Jennifer
followed his suggestion, bouncing off the dryer and closed herself into the
tiny room. He heard the sink pouring and the cabinet door bounce as she closed
it.
Andrew was still smiling to himself as he was pulling the condom off his
cock and tied it off. Then he tossed it into the trash that was in the laundry
room, not caring about hiding it.
His mom had already caught him; red dicked.
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Mom catches Andrew Solo.
Eliza woke up to her Saturday morning and rolled over to
look at her clock, it said 9am, which was an hour before she usually rose. She
knew Andrew would already be up because he was an early riser; like his father
had been. So she pulled a robe around herself and headed downstairs quietly.
When she entered the kitchen there was no one there, she checked around the
house but didn't see him. Still sleepy she let the mystery and worry go and
made herself some coffee and a bagel.
She finished her breakfast quickly because felt a little uncomfortable with
the dead silence in the house. She wondered where her son went. He tended to be
pretty active in the mornings but didn't usually leave the house till he saw
her. Some mornings Andrew would work out in the garage, but that was not where
he was this early morning. She didn't see a note around anywhere, so she went
back upstairs, to check her phone. Maybe he texted her before he left the
house?
Eliza didn't feel any urgency yet, just mild curiosity as she went back up
the stairs. On this pass through, she purposely looked at Andrew's bedroom door
for signs of life. It was half open, quiet and dark inside. Suddenly Eliza
believed her son must still be in bed, and she stepped over and gently pushed
his door further, opening the room up to her view. Suddenly she could see
Andrew sitting at his desk, against the far wall, with headphones on.
"Oh." Eliza uttered quietly, feeling silly for her worry. Of
course he was in his room.
Andrew hadn't noticed her behind him. He was just sitting there, staring at
the screen and moving his shoulder.
Eliza finally looked at the screen to find an up close view of a naked
woman's body, and saw her shaved cunt being fucked by a pale pink cock. She
gasped and her eyes locked onto the porn her son was watching. For a least a
minute she just stood there watching her son beat off. Minutes went by and she
didn't move.
“Is my cock bigger than Dad’s?” Andrew asked the Milf in the video.
The video zoomed out and she could see the actors going at it. Her mouth
dropped open. The actress was tall and blonde, like she was. And curvy with the
same hairstyle as Eliza. The actor fucking her was young and superficially like
Andrew too.
It was obvious Andrew had picked this video as a fantasy for him and
her together. Eliza closed her mouth, blinking in the quiet that was only
broken by the soft fleshy fapping sounds of her son's hand on his cock and his
ragged breathing.
At the same moment her own nipples tightened and her clit pulsed and began
to inflame her sex. She was responding to the idea that her son was fantasizing
about having sex with her. Her hand slid up the door jam and she tried to
control her breathing and slow down her strong physical reaction. Her son was
just stepping up his, though; arm jerking faster and tiny whimpers spilled out
of his lips.
She felt scared, not willing to take one step farther in his room. Shame
rearing up to scream at her, for watching and responding; and feeling any sort
of urge when it came to Andrew.
She gripped the door knob and backed up a step, fully intending to flee this
very moment. As her shoulders turned away from his room, she heard her son
utter words that slammed into her like a freight train. "Yeah mom... you
love my cock too.. Don't you?"
Eliza swiftly retreated from that spot and went into her private bathroom
and locked the door. Her heart was racing and panic leaking into her brain
Eliza slumped down on her shaggy toilet seat cover and spread her legs. With
fingers over her panties she explored her sex and shivered at her sensitivity,
with a broken little sob she snaked her fingers under the waistband of her
panties and glided over her drenched clit. It frightened her how quickly and
feverishly she had responded to what she had seen. It was so utterly wrong.
As she teased her clit, her brain tried to rationalize it.
Masturbation is a natural thing, she told herself. And it's Andrew's
private business. Plus, mother-son fantasies are just a phase that young men
grow out of quickly. Her own sensual reaction is just a sensitivity caused by
not having had sex in a while, and her libido is just easily triggered. All
normal and no way shameful; unless acted upon.
It would never be acted upon.
Eliza took a hot shower, and imagined her son fucking her in missionary
position, looking him right in the face, as his cock pumped firmly in and out of
her. Of kissing him; he was so handsome! It set her right over the edge and she
moaned loudly, helpless to the overwhelming sensation of a strong orgasm. Her
bare feet pressed against the tile floor of the double shower, and her hips
rocked as she prolonged her pleasure.
After a few minutes to breath dried off again and intended to get dressed.
When she walked into her room to her closet she felt a wet sensation, looking
down she saw that her juices had leaked down her leg, nearly to her knee. Which
had never happened before in her life. Back to the bathroom to clean up, and
then she began to put herself together and get ready for the day.
She emerged from her room to an empty hallway and a closed door to her son's
bedroom. At some point he had closed it, which made her wonder if he'd caught
her. But she didn't think so. Eliza just tried to act normal and walk down the
stairs and into the kitchen, to grab her purse and keys. She had a few errands
to do. She intended to just leave him a note and avoid him until her
awkwardness faded.
But he was sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal and texting with
one hand. He looked up with his usual smile to say good morning to her. His
face happy and relaxed; and not anxious at all. She just faked it and said good
morning and made another cup of coffee for herself. Andrew wouldn't have any
idea that she had already had one, today.
As she stirred her sugar into her coffee Andrew came up behind her and
reached around her to turn the sink on and rinse his bowl. He was standing way
closer than he needed to, and it made Eliza's skin crawl. She hadn't ever
noticed Andrew purposely invading her personal space until now. That he might
possibly have a motive behind it, not just casual familiarity. He was pulling a
power move that men love to make in bars, where they use the excuse of a busy
bar to invade your space and get noticed, get close to you, even smell you.
Reaching an arm passed you to hail the bartender but really to hail the lady's
attention. If she notices and is interested she starts the conversation, if she
doesn't then he will push on with an opening line.
"Hey mom, you feeling alright?"
He pushed. Eliza paled and hesitated trying to abolish her train of thought.
"Of course, why?"
"Well, you're stiff as a board."
Now that he said something, she noticed, slumping her shoulders and trying
to ease her own tension she let out a tiny nervous laugh and focused on herself
for a moment and a small lie. "You are so right, I woke up with some back
pain today, maybe I will take some Advil."
He nodded and moved past her to pick up his phone and slide it in his
pocket. "Hey mom,I am going to head over to Peter's, we are gonna work on
his car." Eliza nodded quickly, "That's great, I am going to go run
some errands and I will pick you up for dinner if you aren't home before
me."
They both headed for the front door and he opened it and stepped into the
doorway making her squeeze passed him. Eliza was so determined not to be
awkward that she fell into his trap and ended up brushing the front of her body
with his. It was only when she felt the contact on her nipples did she realize
what he had done. Then Eliza made another mistake and looked him in the eyes.
He was staring at her with smoky bedroom eyes and a smirk tugging at his
lips.
Another sexy freight train mowed her down and her eyes almost crossed.
"You're blushing mom."
In complete panic she ditched the situation and sped off towards her car.
"Bye Andrew, text me later!" Hopped in her car, started it and zoomed
off as quick as she could. Leaving her laughing son behind her.
Andrew had accepted his feelings towards his mother recently, and with it a
sense of taboo had settled in to stoke that sexual fire inside him. Lately he
had wanted to tell his mother about it but knew that she could never agree.
That a fight like that might end up with him out of the house. Maybe with her
cutting him out of her life, the idea of which terrified Andrew.
But he couldn't resist showing her in tiny ways that he wanted her. This
morning was as bold as he had ever tried and she had obviously noticed this
time. Which is the first time she so obviously had.
It was so exciting that he was standing on the front porch with a boner in
his jeans. Andrew just turned around went back in the house and gently closed
the door, headed to his room and freed his cock. And relived the events of the
past 10 hours. Here’s the way he retells it;
I only wanted a glass of water, I often woke
up and got one in the middle of the night. But as I came down the dark staircase,
I can see over the backrest of the couch, that my mom lying on the couch,
watching TV still, at two in the morning? At first, I thought she was just
sleeping, until she flopped over from her side to her back while lying out on
the couch. The room was dark, except for the glow from the TV screen.
Her eyes were closed and her face was tense, I
almost asked her if she was all right; but the words died on my lips. Her hand
was shoved inside her thin pajama shorts, and she was rocking her hips. The
smallest moan spilled from her mouth.
I was frozen, my eyes locked onto the sight of
her. I even had the perfect view from near the top of the stairs which let me
see right over the couch. With the hand she wasn't using inside her shorts she unbuttoned
her thin knit pajama top, then reached up and pinched her big dark stiff nipple,
pulling and teasing it. I could feel my own heartbeat pounding in my chest.
She let out another soft moan and my cock
stirred to life. I want to tell it; ‘no.’ I inwardly resolved that it was
wrong; so wrong. But it just kept growing. I was rooted to the spot, and this
moment seemed to last forever. Her breathing came faster and her face grimaced
more.
She suddenly pulled her hand out but then
grabbed her shorts and yanked them down beyond her knees. She spread her legs
so wide apart I wondered how she was still that flexible. Her thighs were toned
and her skin glowed in the TV light. The contrast was pleasing in the dark
quiet night, the quiet words coming from the TV was the only soft sound. It was
the ending of some romantic chick flick.
She had a nice trim patch of curls between her
legs, she looked so normal, like any other woman. But, this woman just so
happened to be my mother. I had seen good-looking older women before, and I had
known my mom was, too.
But she had always been very private about her
sexual life, and I rarely saw her go on dates. The sight of her touching
herself was so surprising; and exciting.
My cock was fully hard now, stretching my knit
shorts out, obvious to the world. Why doesn't she open her eyes and see me
standing right there, above her?
Instead, she stretched her legs wider apart
and dipped her fingers down into her open cunt.
I could hear the wet noises in the quiet
room. Her free left hand gripped over the armrest of the couch.
Another moan, louder this time. I can't help
but wonder how wet she is, how her pussy would feel if I just walked down the
rest of these steps and shoved my raging cock into her wet, swollen, wide-set
cunt lips, and deep into her beautiful neglected cunt.
Would she like it? Would my mom moan for my
cock, like that?
I watched her movements become fast and
erratic. It looks painful. I wonder if she is close? Anticipation rises in me,
I want to see her finish rubbing it out. My cock is pulsing. My hands itch to
touch it. It seems almost natural to touch myself while watching her, touching
herself. But I don't, because a big part of me feels it's so wrong! And a small
part of me is hoping to sink my willing and eager cock into my gorgeous sexy mom.
She always told me that my changing body will
awaken new feelings; and any feelings I have are natural, that I shouldn't
repress or feel shame about my feelings, but accept them and move on. But what
about this feeling? This urge to slam my cock deep into my mother’s beautiful
cunt, and hear her moan for me.
She was biting her lips now, she whispers into
the dark, "Almost. Almost; almost."
My feet seemed to slide down the steps
further, not under my own will-power. I was just close enough now, that I could
see her fingers parting those curls, watching her hips thrust against those
fingers and her tits jiggle from her desperate movements.
Her body starts shivering and jerking, digging
her heels into the cushions, she half shimmies up the couch more, so her shoulders
are now on the rounded armrest, and head hangs over, enough to stretch her body
out. She is making small noises then her body jerks and her left hand flies up
to her mouth and her whole body seems to tense up.
I can’t see her face now, but her towering brown
nipples are hard and raised up from her magnificent natural tits.
Her body bounces and jerks with her orgasm, as
if it is trying to explode out from her. Her head rocks side to side, and I
clearly hear her muffled moans, her eyes are hidden from me, as her head still
dangles down. Aloud grunt signals the release and a small squirt shoots out of
her cunt, landing on the throw blanket under her full hips. Finally, her body
goes limp on the couch, slowly her hand slides out of her pussy and she closes
her legs. Her breathing sounds are loud, but the rhythm is receeding.
I take a breath, the frozen spell seems to be
broken.
I stealthly sneak back up the rest of the
stairs, and into my room.
I can move again! I look down at my knit
shorts and finally use my hands to free my cock from the tented cloth. As I had
known, it was the deep red it turns when I am very very turned on. I can even
feel a bit of precum sliding down the tip when I grab it, just squeezing it for
a moment. Pleasure crawls up my spine from my first touch, I'm so sensitive
that I know I would come fast.
But part of me doesn't want to jack off,
doesn't want to waste this glorious hard on. That part of me wants to go
downstairs and put it in that wet and moaning woman. But she's my mom, and that
is not going to happen.
I guess I craved some confrontation though. I
guess it’s the alpha-male in me. Mom say’s I’m becoming more and more like my
deceased father.
So I drop my loose shorts and go for some tight
boxer briefs and thick black sweat pants that I know have a tight waistband, I
strapped my dick to my body that way, and throw on a loose black T-shirt. When
I come out of my room again, with my empty glass, I close the door kind of hard;
and stomp heavily on the first few steps of the stairs.
I'm so nervous, I feel like as soon as she
looks at me, she will know. She will know that I know, what she was doing.
Usually she could tell just from the look on my face, how I felt. My mom is
just that type of person, she understands.
But would she understand... what I had been
thinking? I tried to put on a sleepy casual sort of expression.
I hear her moving fast on the upholstery of
the couch, and realize she must be quickly putting those tiny shorts back on. A
part of me wishes to tell her to take them off again, but I only take a deep
breath as I descend the last step. I look up slowly at her.
"Oh, you're still awake?" I Pretend
there is nothing weird going on.
Her eyes were large with alarm, and she seemed
a little confused or flustered. But I already know why, I don't need to ask.
Then she responds; "Oh um... yeah. But
I'm going to bed now," She turns quickly and grabs the remote, to turn off
the TV.
"Okay..."I said as I turned on the
stairway light.
"So.. are you alright? Why are you
up?" she redirects the topic back to me.
She didn't notice the glass in my hand, so I
raised it up while answering her, "I'm thirsty."
Her breathing is still fast, her nipples were
still pointing out of her thin misbuttoned pajama top.
I turned away and went into the kitchen,
poured myself more water; and walked back across the livingroom, towards the
stairs. She was waiting for me with her hand gripping the banister rail of the
stairs like she was gonna fall or something. "Ready?"
I just nodded.
She went up the stairs ahead of me. I was forced
to watch her legs and ass stretch and bend as she climbed. The crotch of her
thin cotton knit pajama shorts were wet, and a little trail of juice was
running down her inner thigh.
My mom has a great ass, I had heard it said before,
but only now in this moment in those tiny shorts did it become real to me.
And then I took a deep breath, expecting just
air but I got this scent. This scent made my brain tingle and my cock pulse,
before I realized what it was. I could smell my mom’s fresh cum-filled pussy,
she smelled hot, like a woman who needs it bad. Creamy, fleshy, salty, sweet, I
breathed in deep to get more. Part of it was comforting, the smell of my mother
when she wraps her arms around me, but now the image of her three fingers
pushing into her pussy, came to mind. The image seared into my brain.
The worst is that she smelled better than
Roxanne, The girl Amelia introduced me to at the homecoming dance. My mother's
pussy smells better than high school pussy!
Why did I have to find that out? Why did I
have to wake up and see that tonight? How was I going to face her tomorrow, and
the day after?
We were finally at the top of the stairs. Mom
went over to her bedroom door and opened it a crack, then looked at me.
"So, I hope my movie didn't wake you?"
Now, I knew what she was really saying. She
hopes I didn't hear her masturbating in the middle of the night.
"Nope, just thirsty. but mom;" then
I paused. Where was this going? What could I possibly say to her?
"You smell, good." As soon as the
words left my mouth, I bolted into my room, panic taking my heartbeat to my
throat. Why did I say that! Why did I say anything at all?
Why?
Because the memory of that scene and the smell
of her hot ready pussy was going to keep me up all night. I was sure of it.
It took a while to unwind and drift off to
sleep. The next thing I remembered was the touch of two hands spreading my
thighs apart. My cock erupted with cum as I happily enjoyed my mother’s lips
and mouth devour my turgid shaft. Then I opened my eyes to the reality that I’d
just had another ‘wet dream.’ My own two hands were on my own inner thighs. I
hated waking up from that dream. But this time my own mother was in my dream!
I so badly wanted to get back to sleep, and
resume that terrific dream. But that didn’t happen.
That’s when I had to get up and go search porn
videos of Milfs with sons getting it on.
Even though he had watched his favorite Mother/son porno this morning and
got off before she even woke up, he needed to go again, which was less than an
hour before now. He knew that the next few years living with her while he
graduated and found a job where going to be torture. Yet the thought of trying
to seduce her slowly over those years is what made him come in minutes flat.
A smug happiness settled in his stomach as he zipped up his pants and headed
out to Peter's house. He lived only two streets over and his parents gave him a
gently used BMW for his 18th birthday which was awesome. But. His parents were
also rarely at home, so Andrew tried to visit him at least once a week or
invite him over. Peter was a nice kid and Eliza approved of having him over
anytime. Unlike Tony.
His mother's blushing face was like a prize trophy in Andrew's mind's eye
for the rest of the day. Walking down the street, in the back of his mind,
while playing video games with Peter later. A smile creeping up every once in
awhile as he re-lived it.
A Cheerleader wants Andrew to pop her cherry.
Andrew had just gotten home from Peter’s house, and didn't expect his mom
home for about another hour. So he started some laundry, grabbing a basket and
filling it with his weeks work of pants, shirts and socks. Stripping off the
shirt and pants he had worn today, and put on some basketball shorts and a
tank-top. He waited for the washer to fill and added his clothes, closed the
lid and left the laundry room. He spent about 0 minutes working out on his dead
weights, out in the garage. Then he came in and was making himself a sandwich
in the kitchen, when he heard the doorbell ring. Shuffling over to the door, he
pressed his eye close to the peephole in the front door, it was a young lady
with long brown hair and the cheer uniform of his college.
Andrew opened the door and instantly recognized the girl on the porch. It
was Jennifer, one of the football cheerleaders, very upper class local
hierarchy. Her dad was a rich computer wiz and she lived in the huge home on
the bluff that overlooked the town.
"Hi Jennifer, what's up?" Andrew just wondered what she wanted
from him, and who gave her his address.
"Oh hi, Drew! Um; Can I come in?" She looked behind her nervously
and sidled past him into the house without waiting for him to accept. He let
her, it wasn't like he objected to having her in his home. He just didn't know
why she was here.
Jennifer slowly entered his living room like a nervous gazelle, checking
every corner of the room and listening for noises. He wondered if she expected
anyone else to be here. He figured he’d give her some time before shooing her
away, before his mom got home, in about 45 minutes.
"So Andrew;" She patted the couch next to her; which she had
daintily perched. Knees shut. "You know how I am friends with
Amelia?"
He nodded.
"She was telling me about you, and it got me really curious, the, um;
stuff she told me." He instantly knew she meant the intimate stuff that he
had done with Amelia, they hadn't had sex but had messed around a lot, and it
had been fun. When will Amelia shut up.
"Okay."
Jennifer looked at the walls of the room and not at his face, her hands were
wringing her purse in her lap. "I was wondering, if; you know, you could
do that stuff with me!" Her eye darted to his, in alarm and looked away
from him again. She seemed to expect immediate rejection, and her stiff muscles
showed how agitated she was.
Andrew shrugged, "Okay."
It sounded pretty harmless, she had just asked him if he would kiss
her and whatever. Nothing he wasn't perfectly willing to do at any moment of
his life.
She nearly jumped off the couch, standing over him. "Really?" Her
voice awkwardly loud in his quiet house.
Andrew followed her up off the couch, standing in front of her. He reached
out his hand for her to take, and she did. His other arm wrapped around her
waist and pulled her into him. Gently bringing them together for a light kiss
on the lips. Jennifer sighed against his face and kissed him again, then again.
He fully enveloped her in his arms and pressed his hands into the muscles of
her back, making their whole bodies touch. She sighed happily again and became
relaxed in his arms. He used one hand in her hair to tilt her head and at the
same time he swiped his tongue across her lower lip to request her lips to open
for him. She got the hint and he slowly reached for her tongue with his,
finding her mouth minty. She really had come over in hopes of kissing him.
She responded enthusiastically and fully opened her mouth and shoved her
tongue against his. It was a bit much but he really liked her enthusiasm.
Amelia had never been half as enthusiastic as Jennifer. Her excitement got
to him and he felt his cock rising against his basketball shorts. She was also
grinding her little body against him as they kissed. Minutes passed and she
parted her legs and he used his knee to press against her mound, as she ground
herself against it while they kissed.
Andrew sensed that Jennifer wanted to go further than he had done with
Amelia. Suddenly, he had a thought; ‘Gawd! Amelia’s been bragging to the
girls that she and I have been fucking!’
It was the only theory that explained why Hot sexy Jennifer is getting very
frisky, and doing so very quickly. And he did tell this hot sexy babe that he
would do ‘it’ with her, what Amelia and I do. Perhaps I should have asked for
specifics? Just then, all his theories were confirmed by Jennifer’s next words.
"Oh my god; Andrew!" She gasped at an air break for them.
"Please fuck me! Oh man, I need it now, I want you to do it!" She
almost shouted at him.
"What do you mean?" Andrew said while he used his fingers to brush
her hair away from her rosy cheeks. Her eyes got big and round and vulnerable.
"I.. well... I'm...uh... okay so... I've tried to get close to other guys
you know? They were so stupid that I just hated it. Like. Uh! And then Amelia
told me about you, and I hoped you weren't so gross, and instead you are
really, Like; so good!" Her face blushed red. "I want you to pop my
cherry, Andrew!"
Andrew was shocked, and his face showed it, making him blush instantly. They
were standing with their arms wrapped around each other, both beet red.
"Wow!" He said seriously considering whether he really should do
it. But looking at her hopeful face. He realized that she had obviously thought
about this, and it's what she wanted. That she is trusting him by asking him
this, and the inherent secret they two would keep.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties,
Jennifer."
He could see her quiver and blink at him, but she bent down and hooked her
panties under her cheer skirt and yanked them down. Kicking them off over her
tennis shoes and across the floor. Andrew sat back on the couch and beckoned
her onto his lap, she giggled and straddled his hips with her knees and they
kissed some more. But this time his fingers went under her skirt and she was
moaning and writhing in his lap as he circled her clit and plunged fingers into
her fresh virgin pussy.
She broke off the kiss with a moan and her back bowing from his magical
fingers. "Okay! Okay... I'm ready.. God Andrew... stop.. oh!" He
teased her clit and took his fingers out of her wet ready pussy. She leaned
over and grabbed her little purse and opened it. Pulling a condom from it's
depths and ripped the package open and handed it to him.
She was panting, waiting patiently while he gingerly stretched the condom
over his head and down his shaft. She watched intently and it felt awkward but
he knew this was new to her and she needed to see it. When he was done he
pulled her hips close to him so that she could sit on his dick in the right
position.
Andrew looked into her soft brown eyes as he positioned his dick at her
slick entrance and pressed her hips down towards his. Extremely slowly he felt
his cock stretch her lips open and begin to enter her, he didn't rush, knowing
that going slow made it much easier. "Try to relax your abdomen okay,
almost like you want to pee." He said, her eyes were closed and she
focused on the sensation. Slowly pressing down on his shaft, knees slipping
further apart, her breath hitching in her throat.
Andrew stretched his neck out to kiss her collarbone and shoulders, she
pushed suddenly and pressed all the way down to take his whole shaft inside
her. "Oh!" She said with only a tiny tinge of pain in her voice.
"It feels so big inside me, stretching me wide open, oh my god!" It
might be overwhelming for her so he didn't begin fucking her yet. Instead he
wrapped his arms around her and continued their make out session, in minutes
she was writhing again and pumping her own hips against his. Only when he felt
her wetness reach his balls did he begin pushing up into her, she was
pleasantly surprised and within minutes she was moaning loudly and bouncing in
his lap singing his praises.
Andrew found Jennifer's loudness to be endearing and hilarious. She also
just couldn't shut up and continued to tell him how good it feels, how hot her
cunt is and how she is so happy that she came over to do this. His ego expanded
two sizes, into very fat and happy and he knew he would be telling Brandon all
about this later.
Leaving Jennifer’s name out, of course.
Jennifer came on his cock, face blushing scarlet and hips grinding his.
Just as he pulled out of her still hard, the washer beeped it's cycle done.
It made him think of something and he stood up and pulled her along with him.
"Come here Jen." He tugged her into the laundry room.
Quickly he pulled his clean clothes out and threw them into the dryer and
turned it on. He picked up Jennifer and set her on top the dryer, at the
perfect height for him to fuck her bright red pussy that he finally got a
glance at while spreading her legs and folding up her cheer skirt.
"Is this good for the dryer?" She asked just before he pushed his
cock back into her, see-sawing until her wetness recovered on the condom.
"Oh; oh; oh" She made little cooing noises while he set to work
thrusting into her shallowly while the dryer giggled under her ass. Her limbs
wrapped around his shoulders and waist as she went along for the ride.
The shallow but rough thrusting allowed them to last awhile and Andrew had
completely forgotten about the time. No clock in the laundry room, the noise of
the dryer muffled everything outside the small space. Which meant he had no
idea that his mother had arrived to the sound of a teenage girl moaning
somewhere in the house.
"Andrew?" She called and got no answer, the sound of love making
was obvious and she was surprised that whoever the girl was quite passionate.
She didn't remember having that good of sex in her earlier years. She wondered
if it was Andrew at all but other people?
Finally she walked up to the laundry room, the moaning and voices quite loud
and clear now, no mistaking where it was coming from now. The door was cracked
and robotically her hand pressed against the door and she took in the sight.
A cheerleader was bare assed on her washer while her son was rutting into
her pussy. A bright red condom caught her eye and held it.Eliza just stared at
her sons cock thrusting into the young lady. Spell bound and quiet she stood in
her gym clothing just watching the two mature teens fuck in her laundry room.
The noises were obnoxiously loud at this proximity, Jennifer's voice pleading
with him.
"Oh god Andrew! Oh My God! Andrew! Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Keep going!
Don't stop, it's so much! Too much Oh my god!" Her back and shoulders
wiggled and she used her grip on his biceps to keep him locked together with
her. She began to come, body jerking and flexing and spine bowing.
In that moment Andrew looked over and saw his mom. Instead of feeling shame,
Andrew felt pride. He was making this girl come so fucking hard for his cock
that she was drooling. His mom was staring at his cock, and took a moment to
register his face, now turned to hers.Eliza's face went bright red and Andrew
slowly gave her a mischievous grin, a silent promise of pleasure in his arms.
Liza took a breath, as if to say something, but instead ran away. He could
hear her footsteps through the kitchen and down the hall and up the stairs. He
held young Jennifer close and let her calm down, completely unknown to her that
mom had been a spectator to her orgasm. A deep satisfaction settled over the
two teens, that frankly, had very little to do with each other.
"Would you like to use the half bath, right here?" Andrew opened
up the door leading towards a half bath next to the garage entry door. It was
also a storage closet that was extremely convenient for a busy family. Jennifer
followed his suggestion, bouncing off the dryer and closed herself into the
tiny room. He heard the sink pouring and the cabinet door bounce as she closed
it.
Andrew was still smiling to himself as he was pulling the condom off his
cock and tied it off. Then he tossed it into the trash that was in the laundry
room, not caring about hiding it.
His mom had already caught him; red dicked.
Based on a post by Meow
5 meow, for Literotica.
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