Fucking My Son After My High-School Reunion : Mommy’s Creampies 7

I leave my son Frankie at home so I can attend my high-school reunion, but after a night tinged with sexual frustration I return home to find he’s having a party of his own.  I kick out his friends and plan on doling out some punishment, but in my revealing shirt and mini-skirt he’s finding it very hard to take me seriously—and it’s not the only thing that’s very hard!

Read how my son and I satisfy each other completely!

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“I was hoping to get laid tonight too,” he said.

I let out a laugh.  “Well at least now you know how I feel.”

He walked over and gave me a hug.  His arms closed tight around me and I held him against me.  I hadn’t thought it anything different to a normal hug at first.

“We could help each other, Mom,” he said, holding me.

“How do you mean?  You gonna set me up with Callum?” I laughed.

“No,” he said.

“Want me to set you up with Jean?”

“No, I mean we could help each other.”

He raised his eyebrows and waited for the penny to drop.

“Oh, sweetie,” I said, leaning back.  “Oh, sweetie, no.  No we couldn’t do that.”

Frankie looked put out.

“I mean, I’m flattered,” I said, trying not to offend him.  “Really I am, but we couldn’t.”

“We could, Mom,” he said.  “It’d be so easy.”

“Honey,” I said as he took a step away.  “It—it wouldn’t be right.”

I looked at my handsome boy and then stared down at the thick, impressive packet that bulged in his pants.  He had everything I wanted in so many ways, but he was my son.  I couldn’t … could I?

“I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Frankie said.  “It’d just be between us.”

“Oh, honey,” I said, looking away.  The notion was becoming far too intriguing.

“You look good, Mom,” he said.  “Real good.”

I scoffed at the compliment and started to blush.

“You look like a woman,” he said.  “More than any woman I know.”

“You’re just a little too interested in these,” I said, bunching my tits together again.

“Not just that,” he said.

He moved towards me again and put his hands around me differently this time.  I could feel his thick cock against me and then his hands wandered down my back and rested on my ass.

“Oh, Frankie,” I hushed, holding him with one hand and playing with his black hair in the other.

“I don’t want you to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want go to bed horny either,” I said, blushing.  I couldn’t fight against it much longer.

“Then don’t,” he said suggestively.

“Frankie this is wrong.”

“It isn’t, Mom,” he said.

He put his lips against mine and closed his eyes.  At first I kept mine open, feeling a panic deep with myself.  I couldn’t deny how good his lips felt on mine as much as I wanted to.  I couldn’t deny how good his hand felt on my ass, or how nice his cock felt pressing against my leg.  I started to think of what it might be like inside me.

My eyes closed and I opened my mouth to his kiss, relenting and finally allowing myself the fun that I’d been deprived of for so long.

Immediately the kiss turned racier than I’d anticipated and we made-out passionately, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.

Frankie wore his sweat-pants and a t-shirt and as my hands wandered over his back I could feel his strong muscles.  I moved to his front and fondled his pecs, trying desperately to imagine that he was some nineteen-year-old stud and not my boy.

I opened my eyes and reality came flooding back to me, but Frankie was still intent on exploring.  He didn’t seem to mind that his mother’s face was staring back.

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