Play Bunny’s Cumshots : Mommy’s Cumshots 3

A son, Mason, finds his mom’s old play bunny outfit, and she turns back the years by donning it for him.  Mason is overcome with excitement at the vision of his mom in costume, and she feels the thrill of her former years come to the fore.  Read as mommy extracts c-shot after c-shot from the potent Mason, who shows mommy that experience isn’t everything!

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“It’s okay,” his mom said, getting closer to him as he pulled his fist up his cock.  “Would you like mommy’s help?”

Mason didn’t answer verbally.  Instead, he let go of his cock and let it fall back against him.  Frida knew just what to do.

She stopped massaging her breasts and took Mason’s cock in the grip of both of her hands. She started to wring up it, twisting her grip around him before placing her mouth over the head of his length.

Mason seized up instantly and shot up from the mattress.  He looked down in panic, but Frida rubbed his leg and hummed, refusing to take her lips off his cock.

Mason didn’t know what to do.  He couldn’t fight it any longer, but he didn’t want his mom’s ire when he filled her mouth with cum.

But Frida knew implicitly what was about to happen.  She’d seen the motions in many guys before now and knew that her son’s inexperience would only get him so far.

She drove him further into her mouth and felt his cock bloom in the moment before it’s release.  It stiffened and swelled, then she felt the glorious throb of it against her tongue.

“Mom!” strained Mason, closing his eyes and gripping the duvet in his fists.

The cum lurched up his cock and was dispelled into Frida’s hungry mouth.  She tongued the head and took the lashings within her, feeling his seed fill her cheeks before she swallowed it down.

“Oh, mom!” cried, Mason, looking down now at his mom’s beautiful, serene face as she took his cum.

Frida made it all feel okay for him.  She hummed contently, swallowing down his seed and continuing to suck his cock like it had all been part of the plan.  Mason had been expecting a burst of anger but had received the comfort of his mother instead.

Frida pulled her lips off Mason slowly now that he’d finished coming.  She swallowed down the last morsel of his bitter release and smiled up at him.

“Was that all because of me?” she asked.

Mason nodded.  He didn’t know what to say.

“Or was it because of this costume?” she asked, standing up and turning in it again with her breasts exposed.

“A bit of both,” Mason said.

Frida bit her lip and noticed that Mason’s cock hadn’t softened.

“You still like it, huh?” she asked.

It seemed as though her old work uniform was giving them both an excitable confidence that neither had ever experienced.  Frida figured she’d already done something irreparable, so what did a little more damage matter?

“Think you can help mommy with her release?” she asked her son.

“How?”

“You know how to lick, don’t you?”

Mason nodded eagerly.

“That’s all there is to it,” Frida said, and she moved the crotch of her uniform and panties aside, stretching the fishnets until they snapped apart to reveal her.

Frida mounted the bed, crawling up against Mason until he fell back submissively.  She looked down and covered his bewildered face with her crotch.

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