Summary: A hot mother spends kinky time with her son in the woods.
Note: Thanks to
MasterBlogman
for editing this story.
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In the first part, a hot mother seduced her son several times to have sex with him and finally in the night of their camping trip completed her own and his son's desires.
In the second part, the hot mother completely submitted herself and allowed her son to use her all night.
Now...
Mommy Pet Pt. 03: Kinks in the Woods
I looked at her face totally covered with my cum, and, wanting to push my mother's limits, I turned to the door and said, "Come in."
Mom didn't panic or move at all. She just knelt on the bed, tied up with her face coated with cum.
The service girl came in and looked totally stunned to see my mother naked, her face and breasts red from my rough slaps and saliva and cum still dripping off her chin, neck, breasts and stomach.
She recovered quickly, though. I guessed that, working for housekeeping during these events, she had seen pretty much everything. I wondered for a minute if I could add her to our sex party to form a threesome. But after the all-nighter on the first sex night of my life, I was totally tired, so I only said, "Come in. I'm afraid we've left you quite a mess to clean up. Mom, do you want your face cleaned?"
The service girl was shocked all over again when I referred to her as "Mom." Mom kept her face neutral. I couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed to be seen by a total stranger in her current condition, or was just proud to be my naked slave.
I walked to the bed and lay down beside her. The bed badly needed changing but to do that, I would have to untie Mom from the spreader so she could get off it, and I didn't feel like doing that quite yet. I just ordered the service girl, "Are you just going to stand there, or clean up the room so that I can fuck my mommy-slut again?"
Even hearing those blunt words didn't seem to have any effect. The girl just stood there in stunned silence. The Mom turned to face her and said, "Are you okay? If you're feeling uncomfortable, you can come back later."
Hearing that, she finally spoke, "No, yes, no, I mean, I'm okay." She took a rag from her service cart and wiped as much of the cum and saliva off Mom as she could, then started sweeping the room.
I found a relatively clean and dry part of the bed and closed my eyes, thinking that once she finished and left, I would talk to Mom.
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When I opened my eyes, it was hot and bright. I quickly sat up and saw it was already 11 in the morning. I looked at Mom -- she was lying on the bed, her ankles still taped to the spreader and her legs apart, gently snoring.
Seeing her like that, her curves, breasts, and perfectly shaved pussy on full display, instantly made my dick rock hard again. Somewhat reluctantly, I started untaping her ankles, which made her open her eyes. She turned over so I could untape her wrists, and I lay down beside her again.
She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Son." I smiled, draped the blanket over her and replied, "I love you too, Mom." She snuggled into the blanket and went back to sleep.
Deciding to let her sleep, I went to the bathroom, showered the sweat and cum off my body, put on some clean clothes and went outside to hunt up some lunch.
After lunch, I was playing cricket with my friends and we needed only six runs in two balls, and I was batting. I saw Mom come out of our cabin wearing a floral knee length dress and a pair of black pumps. Her face was washed and her hair tidy; she looked like a different woman from how I had last seen her.
I got distracted seeing my mother. All I wanted to do was run toward her, take her hand and pull her back into the cabin, then strip her naked again and fuck her like a whore. I wanted to slap her face red again, pull her hair, spit on her face, slap her breasts, pussy and most importantly smack that beautiful ass.
"Come on, Shayan, get his wicket and we'll win," I heard Tina yell. She was sitting just outside the boundaries, cheering her boyfriend and his teammates.
Meantime, Mom walked over to the girls and sat down on a vacant chair. She yelled to me, "No Honey, don't let your wicket down, Remember, that wicket belongs to me only and I want you to shove that wicket in my ground and play all day long."
All the boys caught her inuendo and burst into laughter, but ignoring them I made eye contact with Mom with frowny eyes.
She was looking at me only. I moved over and stood beside her. She seductively closed her eyes and gave me a quick flying kiss on the lips. Instantly I felt a big boner in my pants.
Opening her eyes, Mom playfully lifted her dress a little and dropped to the ground. "And that ground is way better and smoother than this grassy one."
Even though she didn't show any of her flesh other than her knees and her legs were crossed, somehow, I felt quite certain she wasn't wearing any panties. Shayan, who was balling from the opposite side of the wicket, dropped the ball from his hand.
Mom looked at him and giggled. I followed her eyes and saw Shayan looking down, clearly uncomfortable, and picking up the ball from the ground. I couldn't stop myself smiling and looked back at Mom when I saw Tina stand up with an angry look on her face and storm off toward her cabin.
Shayan didn't bother to try to manage Tina. Instead, he was looking at Mom with lustful eyes. "Let's finish the game, boys," said Dipak, one of the other friends.
I got ready to face the bowler. I was supercharged, ready to finish off the game quickly, win or lose. All I wanted to do was go to my new-found mommy slut and touch her flesh, play with each contour and use her as my plaything.
In the next moment, Shayan bowled and I hit the ball for a long boundary, a sixer. We won.
"Yay!" I heard Mom yell. She was on her feet, jumping up and down and clapping in delight. Her dress was moving up to her mid thighs but my focus shifted to her huge breasts bouncing inside her dress with her. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra either.
I dropped the bat and started toward Mom. She stopped jumping and started to run toward me. Once we were close, she hugged me tightly and our lips met, not caring about the other people. We weren't mom and son at that moment, we were lovers.