Please enjoy the third chapter of my story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.
This story belongs in the Incest/Taboo category. However, besides her son, his friend, and his mother, Mom is into Toys and Anal Sex. If this appeals to you, please read on!
In Chapter 02, Aggie agreed to let Herschel bring over Friday's game book to review with Joel. Realizing that the boys missed out on the cheerleader's after practice blowjobs, she made up for it with a little cheerleading of her own.
Taylor VanCannon.
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Joel tapped lightly on the door to his mother's office. "Mom?"
"It's open, Honey," Aggie said, relieved to hear it wasn't her husband knocking the door.
"Hey, Mom," he said, walking around her large mahogany desk and standing behind her; he rested his hands on her shoulders. "Were you and Dad fighting?"
She rolled her shoulders and took a deep breath. "Your hands feel good... knead my muscles with your fingers."
He used his thumbs to dig into the knotted muscles of her neck. "Like this?"
"Yes," she mumbled, turning her head from side to side to loosen up her neck. Her long blond hair brushed over his forearms with each turn of her head.
"Are you going to tell me what's going up with you and dad?"
She sighed. "It was nothing... he's pissed that I didn't finish a proposal for our new client."
"What did you tell him?"
She reached back and gave his soft cock a gentle squeeze through his shorts. "I told him the truth... I told him I was too busy fucking you and Herschel to work on his damn proposal."
His hands froze on her shoulders. "Mom!"
"Relax," she said, "I told him dealing with your football injury distracted me from working on his proposal."
He slipped his hands inside the front of her sundress and cupped her breasts. "Fuck, Mom," he said, squeezing them. "You had me going for a second."
"That feels so good," she said, covering his hands with hers and pressing them into her breasts. "But it means we'll have to be a little more circumspect when he's around."
He chuckled as he tweaked her firm nipples. "Is he gone?"
"He had a tee time at the club... so he'll probably stay late for dinner."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "So, are you going to work on his proposal... or can you spare some time for me?"
She rolled her head back and gazed into his eyes, then got to her feet and nudged her chair aside. "What do you think?"
He slipped his hands under her sundress and massaged the luscious globes of her ass.
"Good answer," she said, wiggling her ass as he dug his fingers into her crack. "Want to bend me over?"
"Uh-huh," he said, turning her towards her desk.
She planted her elbows on the desk and arched her back.
He flipped up her dress and slipped his fingers inside her black satin panties. "You're wet."
"I wonder why?" she replied, parting her legs to make room for his probing fingers. "Push my panties down".
After rolling her panties down her long legs, he stroked the inside of her soft thighs, then slipped a finger between the wet folds of her pussy lips.
"Nice," she said, glancing over her shoulder to see him staring down at her ass. "Want a better look?"
He nodded enthusiastically and dropped to his knees, tenderly kissing the naked cheeks of her ass. "Can I open you up?"
She giggled. "Isn't that the whole point?"
He pushed open her ass cheeks, exposing her hairy crack to his wanton eyes. "Fuck, Mom," he said, "your ass looks so..."
She gave her ass another wiggle. "Inviting?"
He nodded his head.
"Lick me," she said, squeezing her sphincter as if winking at him with her asshole.
He slipped his thumb into her cunt, then licked her ass crack from top to bottom.
"Mmmm," she cooed. "That feels so good... now rim me with the tip of your tongue."
He moved back and took one last look at her tight little pucker while he continued fucking her with his thumb. Before diving back in, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock.
"Ohhh," she moaned as the tip of his tongue traced a tiny circle around her asshole. "Are you hard?"
"Uh-huh," he said. "Are you ready for me?"
"Almost," she said, "your tongue feels so good I don't want you to stop."
He drew his thumb out of her cunt and pressed it against her clit while he continued teasing her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
"Okay, okay," she moaned. "Now I want your cock."
He got to his feet and rubbed the head of his cock along her wet gash until he found her entrance. "Ready?"
"Yes," she said, shoving herself back onto his stiff cock.
He moaned as he slid deep into her velvety cunt.
She took a deep breath as her son's cock filled her cunt. "Fuck me... nice and slow."
"Mom," he said, somewhat plaintively. "Can I flip you over so I can watch my cock slide into your pussy?"
"Of course," she said, sliding off his cock and hopping up on the desk. She wiggled out of her sundress and tossed it aside, then leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows.
He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open, locking his eyes on hers as he thrust his cock back into her waiting cunt.
She gazed into his wanton eyes and smiled. "Go ahead... look down."
He glanced down at his cock buried in her hairy muff. "I never tire of looking at your pussy."
She chuckled. "And I never tire of riding your cock."
He grinned at his lustful mother and gently pumped her with his cock, giving her what she wanted.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, tossing her head back and jutting out her breasts as his body slapped against hers. "Pinch my nipples."
Remembering her proclivity for nipple clamps, he reached out and firmly tweaked her hard nipples.
"Ouch," she cried out, surprised by her son's aggressive move.
"Too much?"
She shook her head and locked her legs around his waist. "You caught me by surprise... keep it up."
He tightened his grip on her nipples and gave them a firm tug while pounding his cock into her as hard as he could.
She winced, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure.
"More?"
She nodded. "Pinch my clit."
He bit down on his lower lip and ran his thumb along the top of her gash until he found her hard little button.
"Aaaragh," she shrieked as he rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.
He eased up, watching his mother's face contort with pleasure as a powerful orgasm rocked her convulsing body.
"Enough," she said, finally slapping her son's hand away from her clit.
He massaged her breasts as her body went limp. "I love watching you come."
She smiled back at him. "I was a little distracted... I didn't feel you come."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"That's a first," she said, gazing into his eyes. "What happened?"
"Not sure."