Chapter 10
Josh flexed back slightly, and then slowly drove forward. He could feel the tightness inside her, the strained tissues inside her almost tearing the skin right off the head of his cock. And then, he felt them yield, the hot flesh parting to allow him all the way in, her slippery cunt bathing his rampant cock with oily juices.
"Yessssssss," Erica hissed loudly as her son drove the final few inches all the way inside her, touching spots deep inside her that had never been touched before. She was gasping and shaking with the intensity of being stretched to the tearing point, but when the enflamed head of his cock bumped up against her cervix at the same time his shaved groin pressed up against hers, she lost it right then and there.
"OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," she wailed, her body thrashing about like a ragdoll as she started to come. An epic climax burst from deep within her like a fireball and shot through every delicious nerve ending of her body. Her fingernails dug into her teenage son's back as she bucked and shook through her intense orgasm, her body trembling and convulsing in paroxysms of blissful pleasure. She came and came, sweat seeping out of every pore on her lush mature body as her tingling release overwhelmed her.
Nicole couldn't take it any longer, and when the heroine of the story climaxed, she found herself going right over the edge as well. "OHHHNNNNNN," she moaned loudly, her mature body twitching spastically as she came, her fingers rubbing intently over the roof of her vagina, delicious sensations of ecstasy blossoming out from the underside of her throbbing clit. As she shook and spasmed with delight, she looked at the pictures of her son's cock through hooded eyes, knowing that long hard cylinder of flesh would be buried deep inside her own needy pussy within twenty-four hours. She'd teach her son to make her scream, just like Erica had taught Josh.
"MOM, I'M HOME," Mitch called out as he came in and dumped his knapsack on the floor, happy that another school-week was over.
"I'll be right down," his mother responded, her voice coming from her upstairs bedroom. Mitch headed for the kitchen. He could hear her footsteps on the stairs now as he opened the fridge and leaned forwards to look inside, searching for something to drink. As he reached for a can of Pepsi, he heard his mother right behind him. "So how did your presentation go?"
He pulled back from the fridge, closing the door as he turned around and spoke. "It went pretty g—." Mitch stopped in midstream as he turned to look at his mother, the can of Pepsi slipping out of his hand and making a tinny 'clunk' as it hit the floor. Nicole looked down at the dented can rolling beneath their feet as Mitch just stood there dumbfounded, his eyes focussed hypnotically on his mother.
"Uh...," Nicole muttered, pointing down to the Pepsi can rolling across the kitchen floor. Her words seemed to finally break Mitch out of his trance.
"Oh shit!" Mitch said as he reached down and picked up the can, his hands shaking as he quickly looked back at his mother.
"I was hoping you'd like my new outfit," his mother said, a kittenish grin on her face. "But that was a little more than I expected."
Mitch was aghast at what he was seeing. His mother looked like she had just stepped off the screen of his computer! She was wearing an outfit that was almost identical to a picture he'd Photoshopped her into. She had on a bubble-gum pink short-sleeved cardigan that molded itself to her curvy hourglass figure. She had left open a couple of the buttons at both the top and bottom of the sweater. Whereas the bottom ones allowed the cardigan to flare out smoothly over her wide matronly hips, the two she'd left unfastened at the top gave him a spectacular view of the upper swells of her full plump 36E breasts. His eyes were drawn to the generous display of sumptuous tit-flesh, and then his gaze went right to where those two massive guns were pushed together by her power-bra, his eyes following the spellbinding line of cleavage downwards, where he caught just a glimpse of the top of her white lacy bra, the sexy garment peeking out at him teasingly just above the first button that was done up, the sweater stretched tightly by the voluminous breasts it was holding. He looked further down past her slender waist, the cardigan seeming to caress her sexy flared hips. Beneath that she had on a white miniskirt, which looked like bleached denim, the hem of the skirt ending just above mid-thigh, her tanned legs looking fantastic against the brilliant white of the skirt. Her legs were bare all the way down to her tiny feet, which were clad in little white flat strappy sandals, which looked perfect with her casual, but incredibly sexy outfit.
"Y...y...you look beautiful, Mom," Mitch stuttered, feeling his face turning red with embarrassment. "I...I've never seen you in something like that." In real life he hadn't, but on his computer, he'd seen her in almost the exact same outfit.
"I went and did a little shopping today. I figured it was time to add a few new things to the wardrobe. Do you really think it looks okay? I'm not as young as I once was, and I want to make sure people don't think it's inappropriate for someone may age."
"Trust me, Mom," Mitch replied as his eyes roamed hungrily over his mother's buxom form. "It looks absolutely fantastic on you."
"Are you really sure, sweetie?" Nicole asked, slowly doing a little pirouette so her son could see her from all sides.
"Oh fuck," Mitch thought to himself as he got a perfect view of his mother's lush body from all angles as she turned around, the tight sweater and abbreviated skirt putting every gorgeous hill and enticing valley on perfect display. "Yeah, Mom—I'm sure. It looks amazing. Everybody knows you're the prettiest mom on the street—an outfit like that just puts all the other women to shame."
"Oh, Mitch, you're such a sweetheart," Nicole said as she stepped up to her son and gave him peck on the cheek, subtly letting her huge breasts push gently against his arm. She also knew the perfume she'd put on would waft teasingly into his senses.
"Oh Jesus," Mitch thought, his brain swirling with lascivious thoughts as he breathed in his mother's sexy fragrance at the same time as he felt the soft warmth of her breasts pressing against his side. His cock had already started to stand to attention when he'd seen her in the hot new outfit—now, after her little kiss, his boiling blood was just pulsing into it. He could feel it straining against the front of his jeans.
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