Jennifer's blue eyes blinked open as she slowly woke up. Her bedroom was hot, warmed up by the rays of the rising sun that shone in through the window. She was lying in bed, naked on her back, the stiff pink nipples on her heavy breasts pointing right at the ceiling. Next to the nude, 44 years old, blonde woman was her son, Andrew. He too was naked, snoring slightly with his head cocked to the side, mouth open. His semi-hard cock lay across his stomach.
Two days ago, Jennifer and Andrew, mother and son, had fucked for the first time. And after that, they had fucked for the second, third, and probably even the tenth time. Once that door had opened, there was nothing that could keep their hands off each other anymore. Yesterday, Jennifer had made sure that they fucked all over her house, except for in her bed, so that they could sleep together comfortably in dry sheets. She was a heavy squirter in her mature years, and her son's touch made her slutty cunt gush like a waterfall.
Her right hand had already found its way down to her pussy, caressing its fingertips up and down her moistening slit. Yesterday's marathon sex romp had only served to make her hungry for more, she thought as her fingers plunged into her hole, seeking her wetness for lubrication. Once they were coated, she brought them out again and started circling her hardening clit, feeling her soft, blonde, pubic hairs against the palm of her hand.
Her left hand worked on her breasts, squeezing her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. She bit her lip to seal her moans inside as she gazed up and down her son's naked body next to her, her breathing getting heavier and heavier as she brought herself to the edge with her fingers. But, she didn't want to cross it, not yet at least. Today, she wanted to a kind of mother-and-son day out. She wasn't sure of the details yet, but she knew that keeping herself in a state of unsatisfied horniness, constantly wanting more, would only serve to make the day more interesting.
She removed her hand from her pussy, a split-second before she fell off the orgasmic edge, and squeezed her eyes shut while clenching her teeth and curling her toes. The feeling built up inside her, getting dangerously close to the peak, lingering there for a while, her legs trembled... She heard a long 'squelch' as a trickle of squirt flowed out onto her smooth, thick thigh for a second and a half, before the floodgates shut again. Fuck! She thought to herself. That was too close. She had ruined her own orgasm instead of stopping before it was too late, leaving a visible wet spot on her dry sleeping sheets, and now her pussy was on fire!
Trembling a bit, she rolled out of bed and stood up, tip toeing to the mirror to get a look at herself. She placed her hands on each hip, and admired the image. Her hair was a bright blonde, the beginning patches of grey having been dyed to match the rest of it, going down just past her shoulders. Thick bangs covered her forehead and accentuated her blue eyes. It had taken her until her mid 40s to start liking her own body. She was not obese at all, but she was definitely a big girl, standing not too far from six feet tall, with broad features, and taut muscles from her workouts.
In her youth, and then throughout her marriage with her ex-husband, Jennifer had always thought of herself as just kind of large, always in other people's way. She held her heavy breasts up in her hands, struggling to contain all of them in her fingers. With nipples that were over inch long that looked like they had been thoroughly chewed on, her big mommy boobs had grown to be her favorite feature. She loved to play with them, as she did now, twisting and twirling her nipples between her fingers. Her nipples were almost like remote control buttons for her pussy, and she wondered if she could bring herself to orgasm just by stimulating them.
Jennifer's feet were larger than she would have liked them to be, but she figured that they wouldn't be able to support her long, muscular legs with their thick thighs otherwise. She could always stick them in a pair of high heels, and make her legs turn heads wherever she walked. Her toenails were still painted black, matching her fingers, and the dress she had worn when she had seduced her son.
As she stood there, caressing her body and admiring her mirror image, an idea came to Jennifer's mind. She had an internet friend, whom she only knew as 'Dominan', that she often sent sexy pictures of herself to. But, for the last couple of days, she had been neglecting her duties to him in order to fuck her son's brains out. She grinned mischievously as she opened a drawer, looking for her bottle of lubrication, and the shiny butt plug with the sparkling red heart base that Dominan had sent her.
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The alluring scent of frying eggs and bacon filled the air of the downstairs kitchen, while commercial jingles and pop music blared from the radio. Andrew was a sleepyhead, and this was a proven method of getting him out of bed. Who could resist the delicious smell of freshly cooked breakfast, especially when your mom was most likely naked in the kitchen, waiting eagerly for you?
And Jennifer was indeed naked, except for a pair of slippers, and a dirty floral-patterned apron that she had thrown on to protect her exposed skin from the hot grease that popped out of the frying pan every few seconds. And of course, the plug in her tight asshole, sticking out like a sparkling red heart from between her thick cheeks. Putting it in had been quite difficult, not because of the pain, no, Jennifer was used to that by now. She had been so aroused, that the stimulation of inserting the plug had almost made her come again, forcing her to freeze up and ruin yet another orgasm. Her inner thighs were still slick from the brief squirt.
She smiled when she heard footsteps coming down the creaking staircase, and positioned herself facing the table in the middle of the kitchen, leaning forward with her back to the doorway, legs apart. She pretended to fiddle with something on the table, which was already set with plates, cutlery, and orange juice, as the footsteps got closer and closer.
"Good morning, ma," Andrew's voice said. "Oh shit!" He saw it!
Jennifer turned around, leaning against the back of a chair. Her son was eyeing her from head to toe while stroking his steel hard morning wood. God, he was hot. With light brown hair and big blue eyes, he was muscular and athletic, standing half a head taller than his mom. He swiftly walked up to her and kissed her deeply, letting her taste his stinky morning breath. He lifted up the apron, eager hands searching for her breasts underneath it, and stabbed his erection right into her pelvis.
"Good morning sweetie," Jennifer said, breaking the sloppy kiss while trying to ignore the taste. "Did you sleep well? Do you like mommy's jewelry?" She grabbed his cock firmly and held it a couple of inches away from her pussy. Not yet, young man, she thought.
"In your ass? Yeah, I love it," her son responded, squeezing her boobs firmly while trying to press forward through his mother's grip on his penis.
"I'm glad you do," Jennifer said, letting go of her son's pulsing hard-on. She walked over to the other side of the table, making sure to sway her hips along the way. "Let's sit down and have breakfast. I have some plans for today." She grabbed the pan from the stove, placing it on a cork mat on the table next to the pitcher of juice, and sat down in her chair, feeling the plug shove itself deeper into her ass. Her throbbing pussy was leaking all over the seat.
She filled both of their glasses with orange juice from the pitcher, while Andrew shoveled eggs and bacon onto his plate. Jennifer wasn't really hungry, at least not for food, but put a couple of pieces on her own as well. Her son's eyes were fixated on her boobs as she moved around. At least he wasn't shy about it anymore.
"How do you feel about taking naughty pictures of your mommy?" Jennifer asked, while her son hungrily wolfed down his breakfast.
"Huh?" Andrew said, dumbfounded. "What for?"
"I have a friend that I want to send them to."
"What?" Andrew said, dropping his cutlery on the table. "Mom, you didn't tell me that you had a boyfriend or anything. I thought we were... you know?"
