Fucking My Son In The Gym : Mommy’s Creampies 19

Sometimes our basement gym can get kind of hot, so what better way to work-out than by stripping-off completely?  I didn’t know my son Mike was home, so when he comes down the stairs for a session I have nowhere to hide!  I don my clothes and we work out together, but the more we continue the more we both want to strip off.  Read as the pair of us gets sweaty together, doing things a mother and son never should.

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“Oh, Mom, that looks so fucking good.”

“It does?” I said, happily continuing.

He walked over and came behind me.  His hands moved under my arms and they gripped at my breasts.  I closed my eyes and swallowed.

‘My son’s hands are on my tits,’ my mind repeated, as though I needed a constant reminder.  ‘My son’s hands are on my tits.’

He started to kiss at my shoulder, moving my hair aside and nuzzling in from behind.  His hands squeezed at my breasts and his fingers moved to pinch my nipples.

I continued to peddle slowly, pretending that there was still some semblance of a work-out happening here, but it was all in vain.  The tone was shifting rapidly, and I was welcoming it.

“I like your hands on me,” I told Mike.

“I like my hands on you,” Mike laughed.

I hummed contently as they moved off my breasts and down over my stomach.  He pinched at my ass and then moved down inside my panties.

I rode up off the seat and my son pushed my panties down my ass slowly.  I stopped cycling and stood-up on the stationary pedals.  Mike dropped my panties further down my legs until my ass was completely exposed.  He gave it a kiss and let my panties fall down my legs.

Steadily he guided me back to the seat.  I sat with my ass hanging off the back of it, encouraging Mike to keep touching me.  He did all that and more.

At first his hands smoothed over me, but soon he was moving around behind me.  He started to kiss at my back and I could feel his wet pecks descend my spine.  My legs moved every so often, rotating the pedals now and then, but I couldn’t focus.

“You’re turning me on so much, Mike,” I hushed.  “Is that wrong?”

“No,” Mike insisted.  “Not wrong at all.”

Shit, we were both as bad as each other.  I can tell you guys for free that having your son’s hands on your tits is definitely wrong, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t nice.

Mike didn’t just stop there.  My moans and groans encouraged him further and his kisses continued to glide down my back.

Eventually he knelt behind me and I sucked a deep breath, knowing that my most intimate of places was completely on show.

His hand gripped my thigh and I inhaled through clenched teeth.  I felt a kiss on my ass and then Mike was pushing my ass up in the air.

I stood up once more on the peddles and arched my back.  I pushed my ass out and then felt Mike’s face meet it.

His lips opened over my pussy and his tongue quickly introduced itself.  It flashed over my soaked flesh and teased a way inside my creamy honey-pot.  Fuck, it felt good.  It had been so long since I’d had a guy’s mouth down there that I’d forgotten just how good it was.  Son or not, I wasn’t about to stop him.

My hands gripped the handlebars and I closed my eyes tight.  I found myself holding my breath as Mike licked me, tonguing along my groove and pushing his face into my ass.

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