Back-Seat Cinema Fuck With My Son : Mommy’s Creampies 6

My son Kyle was excited for the release of the newest film in the franchise, but when it becomes apparent it’s a dud our fancy premium seating seems like a waste of money.

A popcorn mishap sees me accidentally make a grab for Kyle’s hard cock and suddenly the reclining seats seem to be living up to their price-tag.

Read how I tackle Kyle’s length in the back of the cinema, taking his love inside me like any good mother should.

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Without saying a word Kyle moved his hand over to me, putting it between my thighs and placing his fingers right on my pussy.  I sucked a breath of surprise, looking down at his hand and then across at him.

“Kyle,” I swooned, using my other hand to waft my face playfully.

I moved along his cock as his fingers started to dance along me, pushing into the warm grove of my pussy.  His cock twitched again, as though it was reminding me of its existence.  It needn’t have.  All I could think about now was unleashing that thing of his and really pleasing him.

By this point the movie was just a backdrop to our fumbling.  I’d never really thought of Kyle in any kind of lust-filled way—not consciously at least—but when my fingers started to touch around his engorged cock I couldn’t help but begin to imagine him unleashed.

I could hear Kyle breathing deep next to me and I leaned over to whisper closer to his ear.  I didn’t want to risk another person hearing what I was about to say.

“Do you want Mommy to help you out of those pants?” I hushed.

Kyle turned slightly towards me, his lips dangerously close to touching mine.  I could feel his breath on me.  The adrenaline surged through my body and I tried in vain to calm myself.

“Yes,” he said simply, and his response caused a sudden burst of juices to flood to my pussy.

His fingers pressed against me, meeting my stiffening clit without him even realizing.  I groaned as quietly as I could, popping open the button of his jeans and slipping the zipper down as deftly as I could.

“Is it ready for me?” I asked.

“Take it out, Ma,” he replied, looking down at my hands.

I watched myself move in the darkness, spreading his pants open wide and stroking over his tight boxer-shorts.

I used both hands now to venture further, pulling out the waist of his boxer-shorts and moving them down.

Kyle lifted himself up off the seat slightly and his underwear moved further down.  Suddenly his cock sprang out from beneath, rocking on his waist as he settled back down on the chair.

I took a grip of him, then Kyle tensed up and nudged me, pointing ahead.  Someone had risen from their seat and they were making their way up along the aisle.

I fixed my gaze ahead at the screen, pretending to enjoy myself as the trash played out ahead of us.  In my grasp I could feel the beat of his heart, pumping the blood into his cock over and over.  I stroked him steadily.

The audience-member left the theatre and I looked down at what I was holding, finding myself immediately smitten by his perfect-looking cock.

“Oh, Kyle,” I sighed, beating my hand over him slowly and watching it move under my command.

Whenever the light from the screen became brighter I was afforded a more detailed examination of his taboo length.  The veins that ran up it gave it a strong appearance, belying the gentle image that I had of my son.

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