I Thought My Son’s Cock Was My Husband’s! : Mommy’s Threesomes 8

I treat both the men in my life to a full-body massage, but the table the masseuse brings isn’t exactly regulation.

I drop in and visit my husband after his session and notice that he’s hanging out of the hole beneath.  I decide to spoil him with my mouth, but when the door opens and my husband enters I realize the guy on the table is my son!

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I knelt to the floor and crawled towards the table.  To my surprise his flaccid cock was already hanging down through the hole in the middle of the table.

“Oh, there you are,” I gasped.  “Looking big already.”

His cock looked ready to be milked.  The masseuse had left some oils on a stand beside the table and I reached up to grab one.  I squirted it into my hand and then took a grip of his glorious cock.

“Mmm, does that feel good?”

A moan of approval told me that it did, as well as the sudden bolt of blood that filled his cock.  In only a few strokes he was hard.  He looked fucking delicious, all strewn in oil like that.  The veins along his shaft popped.  He’d never looked so virulent.

“I love this fucking gorgeous dick,” I grunted, tugging on it like I was draining an udder.  “I love it everywhere.  I love it in my hand … in my mouth … in my pussy.”

The moans from above made me gush.  I could feel the juices arrive at my pussy.  The more turned on I made him the wetter I became.

“You’re turning me on too, honey,” I cried, tugging harder.

I sucked my breaths through clenched teeth and then steered him into my mouth.  The oil tasted sweet, but his cock tasted sweeter.  It felt incredible inside me and was so fucking stiff.  I could feel the pulse throb against my tongue.

“You like my mouth around your cock?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, wriggling above me.

I steadied myself with my hands and arched back my head.  I used my feet to lift my body off the floor and as I did so I pushed his cock back through my lips.

He surged down, right into my throat.  I went tight around him and he grunted again.  With my legs open I could feel the wetness of my pussy bleed into my panties.

I pulled off his cock and gasped.  “You’re making me so wet.”

I started to play with my pussy as is sucked on him from below.  My fingers pushed along the groove and then I moved my panties aside to get at it for real.

“I’m playing with myself,” I told him.  “I’m fingering my pussy for you.”

Again, another grunt.

My mouth glided back and forth over his delicious cock and my fingers pushed into my sex.  I was strumming over myself fiercely and getting worked-up beneath.

“Are you gonna come for me?  You wanna cum in my throat?”

My husband moaned in the affirmative.

“Do it,” I told him.  “Cum in my fucking throat while I finger-fuck my pussy.”

I started to go wild below him, bouncing up and down off the carpet and slipping his cock into my gullet over and over.

My fingers pounded my pussy, and when they weren’t doing that they were circling vigorously over my stiffening clit.

Our moans reached a crescendo, and just as they did the door opened.

“Sounds like Ms. Joy’s giving you the business,” said my husband, who had inexplicably appeared in the doorway wearing his white gown and boxer-shorts.

The wry expression on his face dropped.

“Marie?!” he cried.

Above me there was a sudden shuffling and then a voice.  “Mom?!”

“What the fuck?” Jude cried.

“I—I thought,” I began.

I came out from under the table and looked on it.  My son’s mortified face stared back.

“Mom?!”

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