OMG I Want My Son’s Cock : Mommy’s Creampies 2

When my son Evan comes back from college I like to treat him.  We’ve never struggled for money as a family, but I like Evan to know what it’s like every now and then.  I decide to take him clothes shopping but after spotting his thickness before we leave it soon becomes all I can think about.  Now all I want is to have that deliciously forbidden length of his inside me—and I’m going to get it.  Read how I take him in the changing-room stall!

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Evan said nothing.  The waist of his boxer-shorts came away from his skin and the tip of his cock sprouted upward, pushing out of the fabric until I could see the engorged tip.

“Damn, Evan,” I swooned.  “That’s what I want.”

He looked down at himself finally and noticed the underwear malfunction.

“Shit!” he cried, turning away to the curtain to fix himself up.

“Don’t you worry,” I said calmly, and I moved behind him so that my big breasts were pressed against his back.

I could feel the tenseness in his body as I hugged him close, moving my hands over the muscles of his pecs and abs.

“Relax, Evan,” I said softly, stroking my fingertips down his body.  “Let Mommy have what she wants.”

I fondled over the front of his boxer-shorts, touching at the thickness beneath.  Evan sucked a breath and exhaled slowly, looking straight up at the ceiling as though he needed saving.

“You’re making me want to come, Mom,” he said.

I nuzzled my lips into his neck.  “That’d be something to see,” I said, kissing him.  “You wanna do that for me?”

Evan turned and held my hips pushing his hard cock against me in the embrace.  His face was tormented just like I’d been several minutes before.

“It’s okay, Evan,” I said, as though I was the arbiter or morals suddenly.

“Is it?”

“Yes,” I gushed, leaning forward to kiss his lips.  It was as though my doting motherhood had transformed to lusty impatience.  There was a fine line between the two and they’d become blurred.

He kissed me back, pressing his tongue through my lips and sampling the incest that was simmering between the two of us

As he did so he gripped my ass in my jeans, pulling me onto him and letting me feel the full strength of the erection that sat in his pants.

I gripped his underwear and pushed them down, freeing the sinful, forbidden length beneath and taking it quickly in my grip.

I pushed him through my palm, feeling the kempt, coarse hair at his base and the smooth flesh beneath my grasp.

“That’s Mommy’s cock,” I snarled, kissing his lips again.  Evan looked different now.  The fear was slowly becoming replaced with lust as he started to share my horniness.

I kissed down off his face and my lips found his chest and nipples, teasing briefly at them before continuing my descent into debauchery.

Evan’s hands moved over my shoulders and soon he was holding my head as I stared face-first at his cock, bobbing in front of me as the beats of blood surged into it.

I felt giddy with excitement, licking at my lips and looking up at him with a beaming smile.

“Good boy,” I breezed.

Evan looked over me at the reflection in the mirror, seeing my bare back and then watching as my head moved towards him and he felt my lips claim him.

They pressed over the smooth head of his crown and he let out a breath, holding back a loud groan that would surely have given us away.  I pressed him to the back of my throat and pushed my fingers against the crotch of my pants as I did so.  I could feel the heat of my pussy beneath and inside the juices were coming to the fore as my body awakened to the sin.

Evan put one hand on my head and started to rock his hips slowly, passing himself though my open mouth and jerking the tip of himself in my throat.

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