Idea from Ralph
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The storm raged outside, its ferocious howl echoing through the neighborhood. Everyone is the mansion was tuckered away, a few beds still creaking with late night romps.
In Melanie's room, the sexy MILF had just exited the shower to get ready for bed. She had just finished a long day of filming, having been DP'd by two hung barely legal boys in a scene from MILFs Gone Wild!. Her skin was still flushed from the hot water and her makeup washed away, leaving her looking like a natural beauty.
She slipped into a sheer pink robe that barely covered her voluptuous body and went to check on Justin. She found him sitting on the edge of her bed, nervously looking out the window at the flashing lights in the sky.
"What's up, baby?" Melanie asked, her voice filled with a mix of motherly concern and seductive sweetness. She could see the fear in her son's eyes and knew that storms had always made him uneasy. She walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles.
Justin turned to face her, his gaze dropping to the gap in her robe that revealed a generous portion of her ample cleavage. "I can't sleep," he confessed, his voice cracking slightly with nerves. "The storm's too loud."
Melanie looked into his eyes and smiled warmly. "You know you can always sleep in my bed during storms," she said, her hand moving from his shoulder to cup his cheek. She noticed the way he leaned into her touch, his eyes half-closed with comfort. She knew that her bed was a place of safety and warmth for him, a place where he could let go of his fears and find peace.
It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to it either. Ever since he'd turned 18, 3 months before, she couldn't stop him from exerting his newfound sexual energy toward his favorite target. Her. He was there at least three nights a week, slamming his big, juicy cock into her in a variety of positions. But tonight, she felt a twinge of something different in the way he looked at her. It was a hunger, a craving that went beyond the usual need for comfort and into the realm of pure, raw desire.
"Why don't you try to rest in your own room for now?" she suggested, her hand lingering on his cheek, her thumb brushing against his soft skin. "If you're still scared later, come back to me, okay?"
Justin nodded, his eyes still glued to her chest. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before getting up and walking to his own room. Melanie watched him go, the sway of his tight boxer briefs giving her a glimpse of the monster that lay beneath. She felt a twitch between her legs, a familiar ache that grew stronger every time she saw her son's bulging package.
She chuckled to herself, thinking about all the times she'd had to hide her arousal from him before he was 18. Once he was legal however, she had held nothing back, the proud mother taking his virginity in a shopping mall dressing room before his birthday party.
Melanie lay down on her queen-sized bed, her naked body glowing in the soft moonlight that pierced through the curtains. The thunder grew louder, the lightning more frequent, and she felt a thrill run through her. The storm always made her wet. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the rain and the wind outside, but her mind kept wandering back to Justin.
Justin tossed and turned in his own bed, the thunder rattling the windows and lightning illuminating the room in brief, stark flashes. His heart raced, and he couldn't shake the image of his mother's bare skin from his mind. The sound of rain grew louder, and he could feel the fear rising in his chest. He knew he couldn't take it anymore. He had to go to her.
He slipped out of his room, his bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the crack beneath his mother's door. He took a deep breath and pushed it open, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of her bedroom. Melanie lay there, her robe open and her glorious breasts exposed to the cool night air. She didn't stir as he approached, her breathing deep and even.
He slid into bed with her, the warmth of her body enveloping him like a soft blanket. He could smell her sweet perfume, mixed with the faint scent of sex that lingered on her skin. His cock began to swell, pressing against her thigh. She murmured in her sleep, shifting closer to him, and he felt a jolt of excitement run through him.
"Mom," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Mom, I can't sleep. I'm scared."
Melanie's eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at her son, his young body trembling with fear. She smiled warmly. "It's fine baby. Just lay there and try to get some sleep."
He nodded and nestled behind her, the two in a spooning position as she began to drift back to sleep. But the storm grew worse, the thunder so loud it seemed to shake the very foundation of the house.
Justin's heart raced faster, his fear palpable. "Mom," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's so loud."
Melanie sighed, her eyes still closed. "Justin, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "You know what helps me relax during storms?" She felt his body tense against hers, his cock growing harder against her ass.
She knew he was listening. "Why don't you use me?" she suggested, her hand sliding down to stroke the length of his shaft. "You can put it in me, okay?"
He gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. "What?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and excitement.
"Yeah, baby," she said, facing away from him, her eyes still closed. "You can fuck me. It'll help you to relax." She backed her large ass against him, giving him better access to her wet pussy. She knew how much he loved her juicy cunt and how it could calm him down.
Justin was shocked but also incredibly turned on. He looked at his mother's naked body, the way the moonlight danced on her curves, and knew he couldn't resist. He pulled down his boxers, his 9-inch cock springing free and bobbing in the cold air. He reached around her and grabbed her massive tits, squeezing them gently before letting go.
"Are you sure, mom?" he asked, his voice shaking with anticipation.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled, spreading her legs wider. "Just go slow, okay?"
He didn't need any more encouragement. He lined up his cock with her slick entrance and pushed in slowly, feeling the tightness grip him like a velvet fist. Melanie gasped, arching her back, and pushed back against him.
"Mm, that's it," she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep. "Take it all, baby."
Justin slid in deeper, the sound of the storm outside melding with the slick sound of skin on skin. He wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting just above her clit, and began to thrust. Melanie moaned, the sensation of his thick dick filling her up just what she needed to push her over the edge.
"Mm, yes," she murmured, her breathing growing ragged. "You're so good, Justin."
Her words spurred him on, and he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her plush ass with the rhythm of the storm. He felt her walls tighten around him, and knew she was close to climax. He reached down with his other hand and began to rub her clit, his fingers dancing over the swollen nub.
Melanie's body tensed, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. The feeling was intense, the fear of the storm replaced by the exhilaration of being fucked by her son. The thunder boomed, and she felt a pulse of pleasure shoot through her as she came, her pussy clenching around him.
"Fuck," she gasped, her eyes flying open. "You're so big."
