So Dirty I Had To Show Him How To Shower : Anal Mothers 16

Looks like my son Brandon needs a quick lesson in exactly how to clean himself properly and I’m on hand to do it.

I take him to the shower, busily scrubbing him down until I notice his urges take control of him. I’m excited too. Before long he’s got himself in my tight behind and I’m wondering how we got here. Don’t stop now, Brandon. Fill me with your love!

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“Then I guess Mommy will have to help you.”

My hands moved to him, sliding up each thigh as I looked ahead at that thickness of his. I gripped a soapy hand around his shaft and he let out a deep breath that I mimicked. The feeling of his arousal in my grasp was incredible. I could sense each powerful burst of blood as it pumped into him and I felt my pussy begin to swell with desire in response.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” he breathed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

The water flowed down and over him, rushing across his pure skin and meeting my fist as it clenched around him. I brought the other hand up now and interlocked my grip on him, sliding back and forth slowly and watching his crown swell.

“It feels so good,” I confessed, shifting my fist along his entire length.

His balls hung wet beneath, rocking gently with each slow pump.

“Oh, Mom,” he moaned, and the passion in his cry made me even more excited.

Brandon had begun to relent, surrendering himself to the sensation and seemingly forgetting who it was that was delivering it to him.

I closed my eyes and tried to do the same. I concentrated on the sensation of that swollen cock in my fist, squeezing along it and pretending that it belonged to someone who wasn’t my son.

When my eyes opened the reality came crashing home. I looked up at Brandon who stared down in disbelief over his rippled abs and directly into my tortured soul.

“This is so wrong.”

Despite me knowing that, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The moment felt so sinful and erotic that it had started to fuel itself. The more I touched him the more I wanted him.

I took a hand off him and moved it between my legs, squeezing my pussy in frustration as I let out an anguished moan.

“Brandon,” I mewled, rubbing at the hot spot beneath my jeans.

I started to move my hand over him faster, matching the pace of my fingers as they smoothed over my crotch.

“You’re making me want to do something naughty,” I gushed, trying to absolve myself of the act.

“Do it, Mom,” he moaned. “Show me what naughty looks like.”

I took several quick breaths as I built the courage. I moved my face towards his wet length, feeling the water sprinkle my cheeks as I came closer to him. Brandon pushed out his hips impatiently, moving himself even closer to me.

I opened my lips gently and pressed them over the wet tip of his swollen cock. He groaned as he started to fill my mouth and suddenly I was giving him a way deeper clean than I’d ever imagined.

“Oh, Mom,” he moaned, pushing forward until I’d taken the majority of him inside me.

He touched the back of my throat and I sucked back off him, revealing his cock all over again and blinking up at Brandon who looked down in amazement.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, and before he answered I started to slide my lips over him again.

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