Sex With My Son On The Links : Mommy’s Creampies 22

My son Graham’s passion was to become a golf-caddy, and being an avid player I was keen to enlist him in order to give him some much-needed experience.

Out there alone on the links can be a beautiful time, and it’s even more beautiful with him alongside me.  With the course quiet I take time to practice my stroke, but wind up practicing a different kind of stroke entirely!

Read as I take Graham’s thickness out on the empty course.

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He kept his eyes locked on me as I drank him in.  I tried to put on a real show, knowing that he would never have experienced anything like this before.  I ran my tongue all over him and even treated his balls to a suck or two.  The whole time he stayed bolt stiff and thankfully he didn’t pop.  The more I sucked on him the more I imagined him being somewhere else.

By now my pussy was sodden.  If I hadn’t have moved my panties aside they would have been soaked.  As it happens my juices were now splayed all over my pussy, courtesy of my busy fingers.  They’d hardly stopped since putting him in my mouth.

I started to push my fingers inside myself, imagining that it was Graham’s big cock.  But they couldn’t compete.  I knew the real thing would be that much sweeter, and so it was time for my next sinful suggestion.

“Come lay here,” I told him, patting the sand.  “Lay down so Mommy can treat you some more.”

This time Graham was less careful about getting to the ground.  He practically somersaulted into position.

I stood up and took my panties off beneath my skirt.  My son watched as they slipped down my legs and I stepped out of them.  I lifted up my skirt and rubbed my pussy over him, showing Graham just how wet he’d made me.

“See it?  See how wet my pussy is for you?  Fuck, I want you in there.”

“I do too, Mom,” he moaned.

He started to jerk his cock as he watched me and for the moment we masturbated for each other.  I slid my finger along the pink crease as I watched his fist run over his cock.  His biceps and chest were tense.  He was a coiled bundle of energy just waiting to explode, and I knew exactly where I wanted that explosion.

“I’m going to sit on you now, honey,” I told him.

I moved over him, placing my feet either side of his midriff.  He was staring up under my dress as I started to squat to the floor.

“Can you take off your top?” he asked.

“Of course,” I beamed.  “Anything for my son.”

His smile broadened as I lifted my top, but when I saw his face again it looked mesmerized.  He was staring right at my hanging tits.  I unclasped my bra and his hands came to them immediately.  He pushed them together and played with them like they were his brand-new toy.

“You like Mommy’s tits?”

“They feel so soft.”

“Suck them,” I told him, and I put myself over him so they hung down.

His mouth was on them in seconds.  He sucked me in and slipped his tongue over my stiffening nipples.  Fuck, it was good.  I’d forgotten just how sensitive my tits were.

As he feasted on them I set myself over him, lining my pussy up with his hard cock.  I dropped slowly and reached beneath to prop him up.  Graham was too busy sucking my tits to really notice, but when I touched the tip of his cock to my wet, soaking O he soon realized what was going on.

“Oh, Mom,” he groaned, looking under me at the sinful point of contact.

My tight pussy spread over the top of his cock and the two of us moaned in satisfaction.  I opened right over him and dropped down his pole, swallowing up his virgin inches inside me.

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