Snowed In And Plowed : Mommy’s Creampies 10

My son Blake invites me up to his northern retreat to stay the night, but a freak snow-storm sees the pair of us trapped in his house.  He has supplies to wait it out so for the next few days we live together, but the sexual tension is boiling!  When I overhear him enjoying himself I’m ashamed to say I’m too tempted to refuse him and I wind up doing something crazy: taking my son inside me!

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I rose from the bed and, with the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit, I walked back out to Blake.  This time I was less concerned with making a noise, but nevertheless he didn’t stir.  Instead I watched him play, oblivious to the fact that I was stood behind him playing too.

“Blake,” I hushed.

He jerked away, looking equal parts my beautiful boy and sexy man.

“Blake,” I said again, and I started to move around the bottom of the couch.

His eyes faltered from the screen and he stared into the darkness, seeing my figure and then pointing the light of the phone in my direction.

Suddenly I was illuminated.  Blake pulled out his earphones and sat up on the couch, staring at me as I stood before him in my underwear with the vibrator held between my legs.

“Mom?!” he cried.

“Blake, honey.  Don’t stop.”

I closed my eyes and took a chance on him.  I could hear the whir of the vibrator and the tinny sound of moaning that crept from his earphones.

“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked again.

He stood up and rushed to me, moving my hand away from my pussy in a bid to stop me.

“I’ve been watching you,” I said, opening my eyes.

Blake’s look of concern and shock had a tinge of curiosity to it.

“Watching me … masturbate?”

“Yes, honey,” I gushed, leaning towards him.  “And it was incredible.”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, holding my wrist and trying to take my hand away.

“No.  No, don’t apologize.”

“Mom, I—”

“Let me have this, Blake,” I urged.  “Mommy needs it.”

Blake’s grip relaxed on my wrist but I took his hand and put it back on my wrist.

“Help me, Blake,” I whispered.  “Help your mother.”

“How can I help?”

I looked down to see his cock just as stiff as I’d seen it before.

“Keep jerking,” I said.

“You want me to …”

“Yes.  Yes.  Please, Blake.  Let’s do it together.”

I guided him back to the sofa, letting him sit in it as I stood before him.  He fell backwards and his cock flailed up and slapped against his stomach.  The light from his phone was all we had to work with, but it was more than enough to enjoy each other.

“Just like that,” I said.

I took his hand and put it back towards his cock.  I didn’t yet feel ready to touch it myself, but I had no problems with guiding Blake’s hand towards it.

He wrapped his fist around his shaft slowly, looking to me for any signs of protestation.  Instead of decrying him I leant away and looked down over my body, guiding the vibrator back towards my pussy.

“Oh, Mom,” Blake hushed.

I looked to him now to see his eyes transfixed on my panties, watching as the vibrator tickled over the fabric.  Steadily his hand started to move.

“Good boy, Blake.”

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