My Son Came In My Pussy Then Fucked My Ass : Mommy’s Creampies 24

I ran a bar in Crete and my son Frankie was the expat stud that made the drinks.  The women loved him, and sometimes he loved them back.

After watching him take another woman away for another notch on his bedposts I’m overcome with jealousy.  I tell him he can have me and treat me like he does his conquests.  I wasn’t expecting what follows!  Read about our sinful, creamy, anal sex incest.

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I took my phone from my bag and tried to find Charlie in it.

“I don’t have her number.”

“You should really be getting to know the staff, Mom,” Frankie said.  He tossed me his phone.  “Here.”

He’d already unlocked it before he passed it me.  I started to go into contacts, but my thumb stalled.  I’d never get an opportunity like this again.

Instead I went into his images folder.  Straight away I could see a host of thumbnails on display.  Many of them were filled with fleshy-tones.  I picked one at random and clicked on it.

Suddenly the entire phone’s screen was filled by a photo of a naked man.  My eyes went to his beautiful cock immediately. It stood proud and it had every right to be.  My eyes moved up the screen and I saw Frankie’s unmistakable smile on the bottom-half of his face.  The top-half was cut-off, but I knew it was him.  I could see the hint of a tribal tattoo on his flank.  I looked across at Frankie and spotted that same tattoo.

“What?” Frankie asked.  “Can’t you find her?”

He held out his hand for the phone and I became suddenly coy.

“I’m still looking,” I told him.  It wasn’t a lie.

I looked at the image of my naked, erect son and tried to commit it to memory.  If I’d had the time again I’d have forwarded it to my phone so I could stare at it whenever I pleased.

“Here,” he said and he sat up to take the phone from me.  Suddenly he spotted the unmistakable image on the screen.  “Mom!  What the fuck are you doing?”

I started giggling and Frankie snatched the phone from my hand.  He looked down at it and then across at me.

“What the fuck, Mom?”

I was giddy with laughter.  “I can see why those girls always leave your room with a smile on their face.”

“You shouldn’t be looking at that!”

“It was just there, honey.  I pressed the wrong button.”

“Give me your phone,” he demanded.  “If you get to see me I get to see you.”

I laughed and tossed him my phone. “I don’t even know how to work my camera.”

Frankie put his phone down on the table and took off his shades.  He stared down at my phone, tapping buttons here there and everywhere.

“There’s nothing on there,” I told him.

He shook his head.  “I can’t believe you.”

He threw the phone back at me and I caught it.  I was still giddy with excited laughter.

“If you wanna look so bad I’m right here.”  I put my arms out to present myself.

“Not quite the same, is it?”

“Oh, you want a little more?” I teased, and I rocked my shoulders and took down a bra strap.

Frankie turned to face me front-on.  “Yes,” he said bluntly.

Well now I didn’t know what to do.

“’Yes,’ what?” I asked him.

“Yes I want more.”

“More?  Of me?”

“You offered, Mom.  So, yes.  You’ve seen me.  It seems only right.”

“I’m not exactly the little nineteen-year-olds that you take up to your room at the end of the night.”

“I know.  Maybe I need some diversity in my life.”

“Oh, you gonna treat me like you treat them?”

“I might,” Frankie said, and he seemed deadly serious.

“You gonna treat Mommy like you treat those little sluts?”

Fuck, I was getting turned on.  I could feel my pussy turning wet.

“If that what Mommy wants,” Frankie said.

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