Creampied By My Son Beneath The Stars : Mommy’s Creampies 20

I took my son Jacob to Iceland for what I figured would be our last holiday together.  I wanted to make it memorable so I booked us a couple of nights in a glass igloo, hoping to spy the northern-lights that I’d heard so much about.

We get all that and more as the moment takes us.  Now the vacation is memorable for more reasons than one.  Read as I take my son Jacob’s seed beneath the green aurora.

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“Don’t apologize,” he said sweetly.  “Don’t ever apologize for showing me.  If you weren’t my Mom …”

He shook his head and looked back to the sky.

“What?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“If I wasn’t your Mom, then … what?”

He thought for a moment.  “Then my erection wouldn’t be so awkward.”

I started to laugh and Jacob joined me, but I didn’t feel like he was joking.

“You got hard for you mother?”

“Are you kidding?” he said, sitting up.  “I defy anyone not to get hard looking at”—he glanced to the top of my bra—“those.”

“They do it for you, huh?”

I looked down at them and then to Jacob.

“Look,” he said, and he knelt up on the bed.

The duvet dropped off him and I could see that his boxer-shorts were full of his hard cock.  It stretched across the front, looking delicious and forbidden all at once.

“Oh, my!  What are we going to do about that?”

“I can think of a few things.”

The calm of the night was eerily still.  I could feel my heart beating in my chest as it pumped the lusty adrenaline around my body, priming me to do something stupid.

I moved a hand to the cups of my bra and slowly started to pull it down.

“Are these what you want?” I asked.

Jacob let out a groan and squeezed at his cock as though he couldn’t contain it any longer.

“Oh, yes, Mom.”

He was breathing fast as I downed the cups to reveal the big pink nipples of each breast.

Without a word he inched forward on his knees and brought his hips close to my face.  He pulled down his boxer-shorts and his cock sprang up, tapping my chin.

“Jacob!” I gasped.

He breathed deep and looked away, keeping himself on show.

“Look at me,” I told him.

Steadily his head moved until he was staring down at my face.  I locked eyes on him.  His stiff cock sat between us.

I lunged forwards and watched the pleasure etch across his face as I sank the head of his cock into my mouth.  I don’t know if he’d ever been with a woman before.  The passion of his cry made it sound as though this was the first time his cock had been buried in another woman’s mouth.  He was so good-looking that that was hard to believe though.

I drove him deep and hummed contently, feeling the smooth tip nudge the back of my throat.  My tongue circled him and I fondled his balls, delighting in how amazing his cock looked.

Above us the aurora swirled, but there was something much more once-in-a-lifetime happening in that little glass igloo.

My tongue pulsed on his cock and Jacob moved my hair aside, watching closely as I drew him back out of my mouth.

His length was all wet with my spit.  I made a fist around him and pumped his dick, letting it rock on my outstretched tongue before looking back up and meeting his gaze.

“Fuck, Mom, this is so naughty.”

“We haven’t even started,” I smirked.

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