My Son’s Weight-Bench Stiff Length : Mommy’s Creampies 4

My son Chase was starting to take his weight-lifting seriously, which was certainly something I’m not against.  He’s so big now and he’s turning into quite the specimen.  He asks that I spot him and, while I might not be much help, I figure it’s the least a mother can do.  From here I can ogle his body to my heart’s content.  He looks like he has a huge one down there and when I stumble forwards I wind up sat right across it.  Read how I feel him grow beneath my hot crotch and marvel as I take more from him.  Fill me with it, Chase – I want every last drop.

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“You okay, Mom?” he asked.

He lifted his head and the muscle of his abs turned tight.  I found my palms on his stomach for the moment resting them both there and hovering my pussy up off him just a little bit.

“I am,” I said, taking a deep breath.  I focused on the sensation of that thick slab of his, so close to the forbidden flesh.  I could feel it pressing against the warm crotch of my panties.  I had no intentions of moving soon.

“It just got away from me there a little,” he said.

“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, moving my hips back and forth in motions so tiny that you’d be mad to accuse me of doing anything at all.

Chase cleared his throat and closed his eyes, breathing as though he were meditating.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked, concerned.

He kept his eyes closed and answered.  “I always do this after a set,” he said.  “It’s part of my cool-down.”

“Oh,” I said, keeping my spot.  “Any way I can help?”

“Yes,” he said.  “Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”

I stared down into the closed eyes of my son and continued to gently rock my crotch over him, sliding the thick packet of his along my groove that was starting to respond to the stimulant.

Chase’s breaths became deeper and my movements became larger, pressing down harder against the bulge and feeling it begin to stiffen up.

“You just relax, honey,” I said, pushing my hands up under the bottom of his shirt.

He let out an anguished breath, but he showed no signs of stopping me.  Instead he lay there, his eyes closed and his hands hanging down either side of his thin bench, as though he was submitting his body to me.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, feeling him stiffen up against my hot pussy.

“Real good,” he said softly, his eyes still closed.

I studied that handsome face of his, seeing at once my son and also a smoldering, confident, young man.

I pushed down against his thickness and settled it into the groove of my panties that had stuffed into my pussy.  My hips wound back and forward, slipping from base to tip.

“You like when Mommy does this?”

Chase swallowed hard.  He didn’t even need to answer.

“Yes,” he said.

“Then relax,” I continued, pushing my hands all the way up until his work-out top was barely worth wearing.

Chase leaned up off the bench and took the garment up over his head, tossing it down close to his water bottle and reclining back in the seat.

“Let Mommy take care of you.”

I slid down off his shorts and dragged my thighs over his legs, looking down over my tits at the thick package that I had coaxed to life below me.

My hand moved back down over the flat of his stomach and I pressed it over his shorts, moving the heavy, taboo object that awaited me below.

“I’m going to take this out of now, Chase,” I said calmly.

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