Daughter's Slut - S01 E26

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

My pussy clenched.

My tongue danced around the crown of his dick before I slid my mouth down his shaft again. He groaned as I swallowed his cock once more. He worked down my gullet, my moans massaging his dick. Pleasure spilled across his face.

I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up his dick. The sour musk almost vanished, only the salty taste of his dick remained. And what a wonderful flavor that was. A heady wave washed through me. I felt so wicked. Such a naughty mother.

“Mom!” he grunted, my only warning.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

My son's salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned.

Such pleasure spilled across Faizel's face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it down.

“Damn, Mom,” he groaned, breathing heavily. “Just damn.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and rose. “Mmm, there, you're all clean.”

“And what about you?” he asked, his hands seizing my hips. “I bet your pussy is on fire.”

“I was just helping out my son,” I said, shuddering as his hands slid up my body to cup my large breasts through my blouse and bra. “That's all.”

He squeezed, brushing my hard nipples. “Mmm, right.”

He backed me to his bed, kneading my tits. I sank down on it. And he followed. Such a naughty boy. He knew he shouldn't do this with his mother. I wasn't a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons.

He worked them down.

“Mmm, do you like your mother's tits?” I asked when he'd opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra.

“Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My breasts swayed as he pulled it off. “They're amazing.”

His hands squeezed my naked tits, my brown nipples thrusting hard and fat. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling at the breasts he nursed at as a baby. I shuddered, his lips kissing and sucking at my inner slopes, face turning back and forth to love both my boobs.

“Do your friends ever talk about me?” I asked, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he enjoyed my tits, tingles racing down to my molten pussy.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned. “They think you're a MILF. A—”

“Mother I'd Love to Fuck,” I purred. “I know the term. So they find me sexy?”

“Oh, yes, Mom,” he panted. “You got these big tits. You can't hide them. Even in your conservative blouses. They all stare at them. And your ass. You have a great ass. You and Ms. Samuels are the two MILFs all the boys want to fuck. The hottest teachers at our college.”

“Both MILFs with big tits, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing my soft breasts with those strong hands.

I shuddered as he sucked on my right nipple, his lips sealing about the nub. My body squirmed beneath him, the bed creaking. As he loved my tits, I remembered the way the boys in my class looked at me when I unbuttoned my blouse during my last lesson.

Especially Pete. He had that virgin vibe. And his parents were rich...

“Oh, Faizel, yes,” I moaned as my son nibbled on my nipple. “Mmm, such a good, strong boy. Yes, yes, you know how to treat your mother.”

His mouth popped off my nub, leaving it wet and glistening. “Yes, I do. I know just what you need.”

I groaned as he engulfed my left nipple. He sucked so hard, sending the pleasure straight down to my pussy. His hands stroked down my smooth belly to my skirt. He found the claps, loosening it. I lifted my ass, helping him push it down my thighs as he loved my breasts.

Then his hands found my panties.

His thumbs hooked the waistband. He peeled down the cream-colored satin. Cool air brushed my drenched bush. My pussy tingled. I squirmed, my snatch begging to be touched. My panties joined my skirt on the floor. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

He popped his mouth off my nipple, his eyes locked between my legs. On the pussy that birthed him. I licked my lips as my son leaned down and pressed his face into my black bush. I shuddered as my son licked through my pussy.

“So how does it feel having a mother all your friends want to fuck?” I asked as pleasure rushed through me.

His tongue dragged through the folds of my married cunt, flicking my clit as he stared up at me. “Makes me glad I get to fuck you.”

“You are such a bad son. That's your father's pussy you're licking.”

“Yes, it is,” he said with such pride.

Then he licked my snatch again. My entire body quivered. The pleasure rushed through me as he ate my pussy with such gusto. When Leyla did it, she had a gentle lust. She hungered for my snatch, licked me hard, but she didn't have this rough domination of my cunt. She didn't try to own it the way her older brother did.

Faizel devoured my cunt like he owned my pussy. He swirled his tongue through my sheath, probing the hole that birthed him. Pleasure rushed through me. I drank it in, loving the incestuous delight of my son pleasing me. I gasped and moaned, humping against him as his nose rubbed against my clit.

“That's it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, that's how you thank your mother for everything she's done.”

“You've done so much,” he groaned. “Like sucking my dick clean of my sister's asshole.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I shuddered, his tongue diving deep into my snatch, stirring through my folds. I was on fire from watching my son fuck my slut-daughter and then from sucking his dick clean of her ass. My orgasm swelled so fast. “Getting your dick clean to fuck pussy.”

“Your pussy,” he growled. “That's why you did it.”

I shuddered, biting my lip. I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. “Just being a good mother.”

“And I'm being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard.

My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit.

Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight Karim never gave me, but one I'd learned to enjoy from my daughter.

And my son showed me such skill at it.

His fingers pumped in and out of my cumming snatch. My flesh spasmed about him, drinking in the friction of his plunging digits. His tongue flicked and battered my clit, the sparks setting off new explosions of orgasmic delight.