My Son’s Sex Lesson : Mommy’s Creampies 8

What started out as my son Xander’s first driving-lesson soon transforms into something much more sinful when a wheel-spin causes the pair of us to become caked in mud.  With no other option but to undress we’re suddenly put in a risqué situation that seems destined to become even more taboo.  Read how the pair of us relent and give into our forbidden urges.  Moms need loving too and I’m going to get mine, deep and hard.

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“Mom …” Xander said.

I looked to his face and he took a breath, swallowing hard.

“What is it?” I asked.  He looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

My eyes looked over him again and it was then I noticed his predicament.  Beneath those tight boxer-shorts of his sat something stiff and forbidden.  I felt that same shiver tingle through me, only now I was certain that it was due to arousal, and not the cold.

“My!” I gushed.  “Well, hello.”

Xander let out a chuckle and looked away out of the window.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said again, and my hand started to rub along his leg again.  “It’s more than okay.”

I put the car in park and let it idle on the spot.  Xander turned to me confused, but when our eyes met there was an unspoken exchange between us.

His look of confusion turned to revelation and then his pupils began to grow fatter as his lust matched mine.

“Mom, I—”

“Shhh,” I said softly.

I continued to tickle my hand over him, moving ever-closer to his underwear until my fingers were dancing right at the top of his thigh.  I was dangerously close to touching the spot where no mother belonged.

Xander took another breath and closed his eyes.  I took the moment to stare without mercy, looking at the thick packet as it stretched out in his underwear.

“Is that for Mommy?” I asked, and gradually I moved to it until my long nails were sliding over him.

His stomach tense and he hissed a breath.  “You’re making me feel funny, Mom.”

“You’re making me feel funny too,” I confessed.

I leaned over to kiss at his neck as I toyed with him.  His head turned towards me and our lips found each other slowly.  When they did we made up for lost time, kissing passionately as the car vibrated slowly beneath us.

“Is this wrong?” he asked, breaking from the kiss and keeping his forehead on mine.

“If it feels wrong we can stop,” I said, holding his cheek with my hand.  “It doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

My hand squeezed at his hard cock and Xander’s lips fell on mine again.  He pushed his tongue into my mouth and shifted in his seat, reaching over to grip at my tits.

He squeezed them and we explored each other.  Xander’s hands rubbed softly over my stiff nipple as I tugged and pulled at his cock that lay beneath his pants.

“Let me please you,” I whispered.

“How?”

I curled my hair behind my ear and unbuckled my belt.  “Like this.”

I tugged at his underwear and Xander realized what was happening as I dropped my face towards his crotch.  He lifted his ass off the seat and his boxers slid down over his ass quickly.  His beautiful, stiff cock sprang out of its cage and I swooned in delight.

“Mmm, that looks good,” I cooed.

Xander’s hands didn’t know where to go.  The last I saw of his face was a panicked excitement and then all I heard was a satisfied groan as I wasted no time in wrapping my lips around him.

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