My Load Loving Mom

When a father returns home to find his wife and son practicing a thing called skinship in bed he lays down some firm rules. In an atypical home where a certain mother and son frequently bump their ugly pieces together what will happen when they decide to disobey the dad of the family. Expect to read graphic scenes that will end in insemination over and over again for a stay at home by her son.

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In a dark parental bedroom a mother and son looked at each other with big adoring eyes. Kris went to hug his mom and as their bodies hugged he could feel their middle parts press together with the feeling of tight coital walls molding around his cock. Kris was eighteen and living at home with his parents as he felt his face being hugged into big doughy bags of mature cleavage with two big bosoms flanking his burning ears. He could not help but love his mom more than anything else in the world after creaming her depths for the umpteenth time that day as they spent their time together in a certain mother’s bedroom. In an atypical suburban home where a thing called skinship was practiced it was no secret to anyone living there that certain family members preferred to spend their time bonded at the hip doing the only thing they preferred. A voluptuous mother reached around and hugged her son as she put her head into the crown of his head to inhale his young scent. She breathed deep and loved the smell of her young boy as she scratched his scalp affectionately with her manicured nails.

“It’s getting late and I think your daddy will be home soon pal.” Said Facial in her cooing motherly tone to her son, “You know how your daddy gets when he sees us after he gets home even if doesn’t mind our skinship.”

Facial virile for her age and as she spoke to her son he listened. Their erogenous regions pressed together after being absorbed in their own world for what felt like hours. Hot coital flesh wrapped around the sensation of a ten-inch meaty teenage erection spearing through a married mother’s cunt from her labial entrance to the back wall of her vaginal depths. All Kris could smell as he listened to his mom’s voice was her mature scent with the aroma of their recently mixed breeding juices leaking out from where their bodies joined. He loved the way his mom clenched around his erection as she spoke with her goo goo talk with lots of nicknames like: cuddle-bear, sugar, and slugger mixing with her soft speech. Suburban neighborhood traffic passed by a blinded window as mother and son exchanged pillow talk about their skinship based relationship with the man of the house away.

“Is dad really okay with me dumping my loads in your pussy to help with my grades mom?” Kris asked as he felt the vaginal clench and release of his mom’s mature sleeve wrap around him like a meat vice as he became aware of a car pulling up in the driveway, “Dad’s here! Should I go to my room now?”

“Oh relax baby. I promise your dad is done pounding my pussy ever since he squirted in me to make you and your sister before I hopped onto my birth control. He knows how many times I need to have sex everyday to keep your grades high and my mood happy on account of my nymphomania. It’s a necessity for me to feel vaginally stretched out at least once day. Besides, I’m a parent too in this household and I promise my little sugar bear that nothing will ever get in between me and relieving your pesky boners at home the way you like with my pussy.”