I mean, with this thing, you can sit at home and get all kinds of information at any time, and get the opportunity to communicate with people from all corners of the world.
Originally, I didn’t know anything about computers, but under my son’s tutelage, I went from being an internet illiterate to a chatting master.
Ever since the Internet became popular in homes, I’ve been fascinated by this high-tech channel for easy access to information and communication with people.
Of course, I wasn’t obsessed with online games, but rather with various chat sites. I registered IDs on several famous chat sites and enjoyed all kinds of exchanges with the people there – soon enough, online communication became an important part of my life, and eventually changed my life completely.
Well, I’d better start by introducing myself.
My name is Carmen (my screen name of course, I won’t say my real name outright), I’m 41 years old, and I’ve been divorced for some years now.
Although I had nothing to lose by leaving the man who was both philandering and irresponsible, the change in my family had a great impact on my son, Little John, and the loss of his father’s love was a heavy blow to him.
So, I did everything I could to care for him, love him, and be both a mom and a dad all by myself to finally smooth things over.
Now, Little John is 18 years old, a junior in high school, and doing well academically.
As I said above, I love chatting on the internet, so I’ve made quite a few friends.
Among the more closely associated internet chatters, a woman named Donna (also a screen name) and I have the best relationship.
Like me, she is divorced and lives alone with a son who is the same age as mine.
We were both amused by the constant me too responses that came up between us during our first chat.
Whenever we had time, we talked about all sorts of things in our lives in chat rooms, during which we sometimes had to switch chat rooms to avoid the constant demands for cybersex from yellow-haired lads and disgusting old men.
We found that we shared the same hobbies and appreciative tastes for movies, music, etc. We also shared many similar upbringings and attitudes towards life, even though we lived in different cities.
As if we had found the kindred spirits we both dreamed of, Donna and I shared the joys (there were so few) and troubles (there were really many, many) of each other’s lives.
Through the internet, we comforted each other’s painful emotions and shared the joys of each other’s lives.
We were both proud mothers, constantly bragging to each other about our sons’ achievements and envisioning their brilliant future after graduation; we were also both worried about our sons, fearing that they would be caught up in the anguish and distress of early love, and even more so, that they would let their immature relationships affect their future lives – whenever we were worried about our sons because of the stupid things they had done and worried, Donna and I would try our best to comfort each other.
As time went on, Donna and I got deeper into our online communication and were even willing to talk to each other about our privacy – even sexually – as we talked about the details of making love with our hidden lovers and our preferences in our sex lives.
Sometimes we even masturbate while talking about our lovers from years ago and all the crazy sexual fantasies we have buried in our minds.
Late one night, after we had masturbated our way to an orgasm together, Donna first broached the subject that was sure to change our lives.
Just as I was resting my legs on the arm of the chair and gently stroking my still wet, throbbing pussy, Donna sent me a question (sorry, and much apologies if this question makes you, the reader, feel awkward, but I just can’t avoid the subject).
Donna: When Little John first hit puberty, did he ever peek at you?
Me: Haha, of course – he’s a boy. You certainly know what they’re like when they first hit puberty! Haha!
Donna: Oh yeah, my son is the same way. Every time I take a shower or change my clothes he’s peeking.
Me: Haha, same same ah, Gion has to have a chance, Little John is always peeking at me too.
Donna: Haha …… I bet peeking is by no means the only thing Little John does!
Me: Ha, looks like you know everything! I’m guessing your son Earn did that too?
Donna: Ha, then you should have seen his sperm spots! Let me tell you, my son Earn is cumming at least 5 times a day!
Me: Haha, it’s the same thing!
Talking about our son peeking at us naked made my vagina itch more and more.
Such an exciting and embarrassing topic had never been touched upon before, and Donna was clearly interested in it.
Donna: Is your son still peeking at you a lot these days, Carmen?
I couldn’t help but moan softly as the clear, lustful fluid ran down my fingers from my pussy and dripped onto the floor in front of the computer desk, the muscles in my body contracting and sucking on my twitching fingers.
I thought back to a night just a few weeks ago when I opened the glass door of the shower to wipe my body and Little John happened to push his way in and saw me naked.
We were both a little surprised, and actually looked at each other blankly for a few seconds before I woke up in a panic and covered the hidden parts of my body with a towel.
I guessed he probably wanted to use the restroom, so I told him to wait until I was dressed before he came in.
He panicked at that and ran back to his room, but before he turned to leave I had a clear view of the bulge bulging at the front of his pants.
It’s not the first time my son has accidentally broken into the bathroom while I’m in the shower.
He has seen me naked several times over the past few years.
I think it’s probably the mental restlessness of a small child entering puberty.
I can’t help but stop typing for a moment at the thought.
Something like this seemed to be well beyond the scope of what Donna and I used to talk about, but she was my best and closest friend, and I felt I could have an honest conversation with her.
Me: Yes …… yes. Just a couple weeks ago he also broke into the bathroom while I was in the shower and saw me naked.
Donna: Earn has been peeking at me a lot too. Last Saturday, I caught him peeking at me through the reflection of the bedroom mirror while I was changing.
Me: Ha, so what do you do?
Donna: You’ll think I’m horrible if I tell you.
Me: Oh, what is it? Come on, tell me, Donna!
Donna: (sheepish expression) I thought of a little trick to tease him a little. After I got dressed, I looked in the mirror and pretended I didn’t like the outfit, so I stripped myself naked again.
Me: Oh! Wow! You really did that, huh?
Donna: Really. I’ve even taken off my panties and bra and twisted around the room.
Oh …… I couldn’t help but moan again as I pushed all three fingers into my pussy.
I knew I must have looked very lewd, but the words she sent made me a wet mess, and my mind was filled with images of my close friend Donna teasing her son, and the lewd thoughts kept me so lost in my own world that I didn’t reply to Donna for a long time.
Donna: Hello! Carmen? Are you still there? Did my words upset you?
I quickly pulled my fingers out of my quivering pussy, rubbing the lewd liquid that had stained them on my thighs as I typed with my other hand, my mind blank.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of my lewdness as I put my lewd finger in my mouth and sucked on it.
Me: I’m still here. No offense, Donna, just a little excited.
Donna: Oh, okay okay, that’s a relief. I thought you weren’t going to pay any attention to me. Really excited, Carmen?
Me: Really, you probably won’t even believe how wet your words got me.
Donna: Really? Don’t lie to me! So, did you get wet when Little John peeked at you?
I couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of her question.
If I had admitted to this treacherous problem, then I would certainly have been viewed by most people as a very horrible woman.
Me: Wow, now it’s my turn to blush. But, I admit I did get wet. I was really excited and turned on when he peeked. I think we both hid in our room and masturbated after every time he peeked at me.
Donna: Ha, I’m so glad to hear you say that. I guess I’m not the only one who feels that way! Aren’t we a terrible pair of moms?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s two hypersexualized mothers, haha! I guess every woman feels that way whenever she’s with a beautiful, strong young man.
Donna: Carmen, have you thought about teasing your son a little bit too?
Me: Oooooh …… just been fantasizing about it.
I can’t believe I just came clean and admitted it.
After the bathroom mishap the other day, Little John darted back to his room and must have gone to masturbate. And I did so myself.
I still remember going back to my bedroom and laying on the big bed with my legs up and apart, my fingers rubbing quickly on my clit before plunging back into my vagina and pumping it over and over, my mind filled with images of sex with my son.
Donna: I’ll tell you what, when I told you about the time I teased my son about that, there are just no words to describe the excitement and thrill I felt, my pussy had never been so wet and itchy! It was like I was on fire between my legs!
Yeah, it’s getting hotter between my legs like they’re on fire now too.
I pulled both hands back from the keyboard and rubbed my clit with one hand while two fingers of the other hand plunged inside.
Me: Have you teased your son again since that time, Donna?
Donna: No, but really want to. Would you like to try and tease your son as well?
Me: God, I really don’t know. I wish I could be that brave and open-minded.
Donna: If you’re willing, then so am I.
Me: What are you talking about? This is too shameless, isn’t it?
Donna: What’s in that? Honey, let’s just be shameless moms. I know you’d like that too.
Me: No, no, no, I can’t believe I’m even talking about it. What’s going to happen in the future?
Donna: I don’t know. Maybe we should both come up with a way to tease our sons now or tomorrow night, and then we’ll get on the line at 10 p.m. and tell each other what we each did. Do you agree?
Me: But …… okay, but how do we tease? Get naked? Or something else?
Donna: It’s up to you, Carmen, but I thought we could do the tease without removing our clothes first, don’t you think?
Me: I’ll give it a try then. How about we talk tomorrow?
Donna: Okay. Good luck, Carmen. I can’t take it anymore, gotta go masturbate first, haha!
Me: Haha, have fun, honey. I love you, kiss you!
After saying goodbye to Donna and getting offline, I concentrated on playing with my pussy.
Leaning back in the chair with my legs wide open and all three fingers deep in my cunt, I felt like too much of a wanton slut.
As my orgasm approached, I clenched my teeth as hard as I could, trying desperately to control my moans so as not to wake my son who was sleeping in the next room.
My body continued to tremble, partly from the orgasm from the masturbation, and partly because I was guessing how my son would react if he saw the lewdness dripping on the chair.
My pussy was so wet that a lot of lewd water squirted out like pee.
Hardly able to get up from my chair, I stumbled over to my bed with sore knees, struggled into it, and soon fell asleep from exhaustion.
All this night, I’ve been having strange and disturbing weird dreams.
In a daze, I dreamt that I was having non-stop sex with many strangers while my son kept hiding and peeking.
I think it’s probably because I haven’t been able to have a full-blown orgasm in the last month or so that something sex-related is always on my mind. Whether I’m in the shower or wearing soft cotton panties and a bra, that gentle, soft contact always makes me think of intercourse.
When I got up, I hurriedly washed and prepared breakfast while considering how I was going to tease my son tonight.
After taking care of his breakfast and seeing him off to school on his mountain bike, I hurried to work myself.
I work for a flower company, and on this particular day, I was processing orders for picking up flowers while meditating on what to do to tease my son.
When I got home from work, I was feeling particularly tired, not just physically, but also mentally, and it seemed that playing the game of teasing my son was no easy task.
I paced into the bedroom to change, to get dinner ready before the kids came home.
Taking off the suit I wore to work, I scrutinized my body in the mirror.
For a 41 year old woman, I’ve kept my body in pretty good shape yet.
At 1 meter 65 and 55 kilograms, my body is plump but not bloated, my breasts and hips are quite prominent, with breasts measuring 36D, my ass is firm and firm, my legs are long and straight, and my skin is fair.
With a body like that, it’s no wonder my son likes to peek.
You are welcome to say that I am still a very attractive and beautiful woman to men! I took off my shirt, unhooked my bra and admired my impressive breasts in the mirror.
My nipples became harder and harder as my fingers stroked and tweaked them.
Then I tugged up the elastic band of my crushed cotton panties and reached out to caress my flat, smooth stomach, and couldn’t help but secretly envy my still enchanting figure.
I redressed the shirt I’d just taken off, deliberately leaving a few buttons unbuttoned, and bent over in the mirror.
From my open neckline, you could clearly see my ample breasts without a bra.
I can’t believe how shameless you are, Carmen! I grunted to myself, taking one last look at myself in the mirror.
Changing my clothes, I hurry to the kitchen to prepare dinner for my son and myself.
In fact, what I was wearing today wasn’t very different from what I’d been wearing in the past; I usually walked around the house in baggy shirts and panties a lot, except that in the past I usually wore a bra.
I wondered and wondered if my 18 year old son would be able to notice that his mom wasn’t wearing a bra today.
The sound of a bicycle pulling up sounded outside the door, my little John was back.
As soon as he entered the door, he greeted me loudly: Mom, I’m home. Wow, it smells so good, what did you cook?
My heart pounded as I turned to greet my son.
I know I shouldn’t be the woman my own son has in mind, but I think Little John is the most handsome, athletic man in the world, the Prince Charming of a woman’s heart.
He stood in front of me, my head reaching at most as high as his shoulders, his tall, handsome frame and strong, thick chest and arms signaling to me that he was a grown man.
With short dark hair and gorgeous eyes, I was a little dazzled by the sight.
You’re back, my little baby? Go and bring out the hot rice from the pot, I made you your favorite braised pork ribs today. I reached out and grabbed his thick arm and said lovingly.
I caught him staring at my breasts and wondered if he’d noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra and if he could see the dark red nipples standing up inside through my white shirt.
As I got closer to him, I could smell his sweaty odor as if it were musk, and my heart thumped once again.
As I turned back around, I could vaguely see that his eyes seemed a little flustered, and I could feel his gaze peering at my body the whole time.
Oh, Mom, I love …… your braised pork ribs the most. He mumbled.
I walked over to the front of the oven that rested in the lower cabinet, opened the oven door, and deliberately bent over to remove the baked egg tart from it.
I knew that my lower half in just my panties was fully exposed to my son’s view, and that my white, long legs and plump ass must be attractive.
I took out an egg tart and turned to my son with a smile on my face.
That’s when he stood in the kitchen doorway, one leg outside and one inside, staring straight at my thighs and ass.
I couldn’t help but laugh and said to him, Hurry up, Little Han, don’t keep standing around like that. After saying that, I turned around and bent down again to fetch another baked egg tower.
It was only when I closed the oven door and was ready to get up that I heard Little John’s footsteps leaving the doorway.
My heart was pounding and this first conscious tease of my son was putting my spirit on edge.
I leaned back against the oven door with some weakness in my legs, unable to stop my body from trembling and heating up between my legs like I was being baked in an oven.
The crotch of my panties had long been soaked with lust, and a strand of it was even running down the base of my thigh.
What a way to stroke myself, as if I’ve already had an orgasm.
Little John came back into the kitchen from the dining room and helped me bring the egg tart from the oven to the table.
Presumably from playing basketball at school for a while, he was sweaty and a little damp, his t-shirt and gym shorts reeked of testosterone, and his bare arms flaunted well-developed muscles.
I could feel his eyes still on my body as I served him his food, and I felt even more nervous watching him.
I took a deep breath to get my emotions under control and handed him the bowl with the meal.
I could have turned to him and handed him the rice bowl, but with a teasing thought in mind, I owed it across the table and handed the bowl over.
Naturally, my open neckline opened up due to the movement of my arrears, and the bra-less breasts inside were fully exposed to his view.
You could see that Han’s eyes widened in surprise, so it looked like the tease had worked out well, so it was better to take it for what it was worth.
I thought, keeping my arrears slightly, and took a seat on this side of the table across from him in a smooth manner.
The ample breasts in her dress stretched over the edge of the dining room table, nearly popping out from where the open neckline was.
Mom, that looks really good! Little John said excitedly as he looked at the braised ribs on his plate.
Obviously he wasn’t just talking about the delicious ribs.
It makes me really happy that you like it so much, good boy. My words came out of my mouth, and I felt my face burning: I hope you think it tastes as good as it looks.
Little Han smiled and nodded, saying, Surely it can’t be wrong, mom, I love eating your cooking the most.
An unspoken lewdness rippled across the table, and palpitations left neither of us knowing what to say anymore.
We ate in silence, my mind speculating on what my unintentional exposure would do to my son’s psyche.
I was a little scared and worried, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous again, but tried desperately to keep my emotions in check.
Of course, I was also a little curious as to what kind of reaction I would get from my son with this kind of teasing.
So I deliberately knocked my chopsticks to the floor and glanced under the dining table toward my son as I looked down to pick them.
I saw a large bulge in my son’s crotch.
After dinner, my son volunteered to help me with the dishes, and I told him, “You’d better go do your homework.
My son nodded somewhat helplessly and said, Well, the language arts teacher has assigned two essays and there’s a calculus quiz tomorrow.
So, you have to hurry up and do your homework and review your lessons. But well …… you can do your homework at the dining room table, but only if you make sure that I won’t disturb you when I wash the dishes. I said.
Little John nodded happily and shook his head again, saying, Of course you won’t interfere.
And so, while I was busy in the kitchen scrubbing plates and washing dishes and cleaning up after them, Little John sat at the dining room table and wrote his homework.
In the process, I needed to bend and arched my back a lot, and even though I tried not to overdo it, my thighs, ass, and breasts attracted Little John’s attention from time to time.
I even suspected that he might have seen the wet crotch of my panties.
I took my time packing up, thinking to myself that my son must not have much of a mind to focus on his homework.
After a while, Little John told me that there was an arithmetic problem he couldn’t do and asked me to go and help him.
I dropped what I was doing and walked over and leaned over to look at that math problem in his workbook, my chest resting on his arm.
It was while I was helping him with that math problem that I noticed he kept his eyes focused on the opening of my neckline.
Even though I didn’t know what to do with that question, I stayed close to my son’s body, teasing him with my body while absentmindedly making silly suggestions.
In the end, I decided it was better for my son to study and was ready to get up and leave him.
But just before I left, I exposed myself once again for an excuse. I went and poured him a Coke and grabbed a couple of cookies, and when I returned to the table I deliberately leaned down so that the open neckline was right in his eyes, and said to him, “Son, I’ll leave these here, so if you’re tired of studying, you can have a Coke and some cookies. After that, I stayed in that position for a few minutes so that he would have time to get a good look at the inside of my dress.
My son’s eyes were a little misty, a little overwhelmed, and he mumbled, Okay, Mom, go get some rest, I’ve had enough.
In fact, I was so nervous that I quickly ran back into my bedroom and shut the door tightly.
Lying in bed, I masturbated like crazy while thinking about my son.
My panties were so wet I could wring them out, and my body was shaking with excitement.
It was hard to wait until 10:00 p.m. when Donna and I met to chat on the Internet, and I couldn’t wait to turn on my computer and log on to the Internet chat room.
I almost cheered when I saw her ID shining in the internet chat room.
Donna: Carmen, isn’t that a bit of a wait? Haha.
Me: Not at all. How was your day? What happened?
Donna: You go first this time, you start by telling me what happened to you there and how you were a shameless mom?
So I eagerly told her what had happened in our house over the past few hours, and as I recounted it I felt as hot as fire in my pussy, and the scene that had just happened kept replaying itself in my mind.
Obviously, Donna was agitated as well, and she kept interrupting my narrative.
Donna: Oh, Carmen, you are so bold! You made me sound so wet!
By the time I finished teasing my son, those freshly changed panties were soaking wet again, and gurgling lewdness continued to flow out of my pussy.
Donna: That sounds so exciting! I love you, Carmen! Slut, you’re too much of a tease, aren’t you?
Me: Now it’s your turn, tell me how you did it.
Donna: When I got up in the morning, I specifically looked for a loose dress with a zipper in the front to wear. Like your teasing idea, I left the zipper up high, leaving a large neckline, and didn’t wear a bra underneath. I figured that way my son would be able to see everything inside me. During breakfast, I teased my son just as you did, and I’m sure he saw my breasts. Later, Earn had to change his pants again because he spilled milk on his crotch while staring at my nipples, haha!
I felt my pussy heat up and melt as I watched the text she sent.
All I could do was rub my pussy with one hand and type a reply to her with the other.
Me: Is that all? That’s all you’ve done, you shameless mom?
Donna: After breakfast, I went to take a shower because I was in a nervous mood from teasing my son just now and got all sweaty. Just as I was unzipping my zipper, I suddenly had an evil thought, so I pretended that I couldn’t pull that zipper open and asked Earn to come over and help me. Earn really thought the zipper was hard to open, so he pulled down hard, and as a result, my whole naked upper body was exposed to him. Oh, I could feel his hot breath on my breasts, and his lower body immediately bulged.
Me: Oh, that’s so exciting wow! And then what happened?
Donna: Haha! He apologized to me in a panic while giving me another hard stare at my naked body and scampered back to his room. By the time I had finished showering and cleaning up the kitchen, Earn had quietly left the house for school. In the washing machine, I saw his freshly changed underwear with two thick puddles of semen on it.
Me: Ooooohhhhh …… Someone’s been hitting on shameless moms ahoy!
Donna: I’m sure this is definitely not the first time Earn has cum thinking about his mom! Of course, I’m also sure that there’s more than one slutty mom in the world who thinks about her son, too!
Me: Maybe you won’t believe me if I tell you, I really want to see what the contents of his big crotch bag look like!
Donna: Why don’t I believe it? I’m thinking the same thing! I get so excited thinking about that big thing in his pants. Let me tell you, sometimes I’m even crazy enough to grab that big bag, to drag him to bed and go crazy with him for good!
Reading her expression of our shared sexual fantasies, I had to stop typing for a while and concentrate on enjoying the orgasms that were fueled by these lascivious sexual fantasies.
I just hurriedly sent her a weird face emoticon and got lost in my own sexual pleasure.
I plunged four fingers deep into my blazing pussy and couldn’t help screaming as I imagined that was my son’s thick, hard cock, and imagined him shooting his raging cum all deep inside me.
It was hard to calm down, and I sucked the lewd liquid off my fingers before I hurriedly typed a few words to Donna.
Me: Sorry about that. I couldn’t help but masturbate away and made myself come. I can’t help it, why am I such a slut?
Donna: Wow, me too Carmen, I already guessed what you were doing. I’ll tell you what, I was prepared for tonight, I had the vibrator in my hand before I talked to you. Right now, it’s vibrating inside me.
Me: Oh my gosh! So love it when you’re so slutty! Donna, can I ask you a terrible question?
Donna: Sure, ask.
Me: Would you really have sex with your son if you had the chance?
Our conversation came to an abrupt halt and I held my breath waiting for my best friend’s answer.
Even I couldn’t believe that I had asked such a question, did anyone really dare to do such an incestuous and lewd thing? Suddenly, I found myself so obsessed with such sexual fantasies.
Donna: I don’t know, Carmen. The question you asked sent a twitch through my pussy. What do you think about it? Would you fuck Little John?
Me: I don’t know yet. I think I’m probably even afraid to play that teasing game with him anymore. I know he’s been fantasizing about me sexually for a long time, but this time it’s me reacting to him sexually.
Donna: Do you think we’re really bad moms, Carmen?
Me: No, I don’t think so. In fact, you and I are both good moms, and we both raised our sons to be good men. Now, we are just two women with normal desires, what can we do when we are dealing with two little handsome men? We also have normal emotions and desires, don’t we?
Donna: So what do we do next?
Me: Haha, I don’t know. We used to masturbate while chatting all the time, so it’ll be like that again.
Donna: Haha …… So, do you think it’s appropriate if we keep teasing our lads? That’s more excitement for me than I’ve ever gotten from my three boyfriends before.
Me: Wow, I really don’t want to stop now, even though I do feel quite kinky. I think it’s really quite fun to tease like this, and I haven’t gotten as excited as this in a long time.
Donna: Yeah, yeah! Oh, maybe our kids don’t realize how lucky they are to have slutty, shameless moms like the two of us! Haha ……
And so we talked late into the night, exchanging in-depth ideas on everything from how to bring our wild sexual fantasies to life, to what to wear and what kind of behavior would be appropriate in front of our son.
While neither of us is yet afraid to have direct sex with our son, neither of us is apparently willing (or able) to give up teasing him with sexual games, our latest invention.
We exchanged thoughts of wanton teasing and agreed to carry out our plan as soon as possible and to report back to each other as soon as truthfully as possible on how things were going.
For quite some time now, I’ve been speculating about what my son really had in mind about his mother when he saw me suddenly and carelessly walking around the house in revealing clothes.
But regardless of what he thought, I found myself becoming incredibly aroused once I was in the same room as my son, and my bottom was always a wet mess.
Now, as soon as I have to stay at home with my son, I feel a very kinky atmosphere surrounding me, my cunt is always wet, and a powerful sexual desire envelops my whole body.
My son John Jr. also seems to always be in a state of sexual arousal, his lower body is always bulging and he is spending more and more time locked up in his bedroom by himself.
Every time I tidied his room and did his laundry, I could find dots of semen staining his sheets, pillowcases, underwear and shirts, and even puddles of white male discharge on my underwear.
I think he vents at least three to four times a day.
On this day, a new way to tease my son popped into my mind and I was so excited.
I took a half day off work, drove out of the office, ran to Victoria’s Secret Women’s Lingerie, the most upscale brand of sexy lingerie in town, and paid a premium price to pick out some very sexy and revealing lingerie for myself.
At the end of the day, I put on all that fancy sexy lingerie and dress myself up like a high class call girl.
The narrow nipple rests couldn’t cover my nipples at all, and the long sheer silk robe I wore on the outside didn’t cover the springtime inside at all.
Once I took a bath, suddenly thought of a both bold and exciting way of exposure, so the first bathroom door open a little, stretched his head to see the door of his son’s room open, then deliberately said loudly: small Han, bathroom how no bath towel ah? …… Forget it, you don’t come out, and don’t peek, I ran back to my bedroom naked to get a bath towel to dry my body and then wear clothes ah!
Of course, I knew he’d peek.
When I put on my robe and peered at him quietly from my bedroom, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the door.
So I walked quickly into his room, stretched out one finger and tapped his forehead, saying, What are you gawking at? Hurry up and hurry up and study! With that, I purposely opened the hem of my robe so he could see my exposed pubic hair and pussy before slowly pacing back to my own bedroom.
While chatting with Donna on the link, she told me that she was also playing such revealing games, often teasing her son, Earn, at home in his bikini-like underwear.
I was wearing underwear that was at least one size smaller than my proper size, so my breasts used to fall out of my bra and my pubic hair and labia would run out of my panties as I walked back and forth in the house. She said to me.
Such an intimate chat made both of us curious about each other and very curious to know what the other looked like.
So, we agreed that we would each go and buy a webcam and headset, connect them to our computers, and install MSN, which allows us to video chat, so that we could do what we wanted to do (what did we want to do?) by using the video and the headset while chatting, and freeing up our hands that we used to use for typing. Masturbate, of course).
Heck, when I first saw Donna via video, I was simply stunned by her beauty.
She was so beautiful, her beautiful face and slender, sexy body greatly exceeded my expectations.
I had envisioned that she was probably a petite southern woman, and I didn’t realize that she was even more impressive than I had imagined, and looked so young that she didn’t look like a woman my age at all.
Donna had short, ear-length hair and a slim, trim figure.
For the video chat, she was wearing a sleeveless, home-casual outfit, and I could guess from her high breasts how perky they were (obviously, she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath).
Her big eyes sparkled brightly, almost like an earthly spirit, and I was a little jealous of her.
Donna smiled at me on camera and I immediately felt a rush of heat pass from her to my heart.
Donna: OMG, you are so pretty and cute looking!
Me: You’re beautiful too!
Donna: I was worried when I was getting ready to video you just now, afraid I’d see a scruffy, 55 year old woman in dirty, torn pants and a big undershirt.
Me: Haha …… I’ve had that worry too, now that I know what you look like, I can’t believe how beautiful you are.
With that, I gave her a flying kiss at the camera and she returned it.
Donna: You’re talking about your own beauty, aren’t you? It’s hard for me to imagine how Little John could resist touching your big breasts.
Hearing her say that, I impulsively lifted the hem of my t-shirt, showing her my large breasts as I did so.
She laughed out loud while also showing me her lovely body and letting me see her already bulging nipples.
Then she gave me a flying kiss and I returned it.
Donna: Geez, look at what we’re doing! We’re almost like two naughty little girls, not like moms who already have grown sons. We’re teasing each other!
Me: We are both naughty little girls and moms with grown sons, haha!
This topic led us to start talking about whether or not we have had lesbian experiences.
I told Donna that I had never been in love with a woman, but did fantasize about it (and yes, after meeting Donna, I sometimes imagined being with her while masturbating).
Donna admitted that she had had some flings with two girls in succession when she was in college, but never had a girlfriend after graduation.
At that she blushed and told me that she had thought of me while masturbating.
Later, we redirected the conversation back to the recent teasing of our son.
Donna told me that for the past few days she would forget to close her bedroom door when she went to bed at night and deliberately stomped off the covers so that her naked body without pajamas was deliberately exposed.
Donna: My excitable puppy dog ran over to spy on me at least 5 times, and seemed to sneak up to my door twice more in the early hours of the morning when I was going to the bathroom to look at me. While he was peeking at me, I kept my fingers in my pussy and pretended to be asleep.
With that, Donna’s body moved closer to the camera, her face taking up almost the entire video screen.
Donna: Carmen, you know what? What surprised me the most was that he was masturbating the last time he stood in my doorway peeking in. Earn’s thing was so big! He masturbated for about 15 minutes, and when he came, I wanted to run out of bed, take his cock in my mouth, and suck and swallow his youthful, energized cum as hard as I could!
Me: Oops! You’re too slutty for that, aren’t you, Donna? What happened after that?
Donna: It was so kinky. I was trembling with excitement, but I didn’t dare let him see it, so I tried to control myself. After he left my bedroom door, I masturbated vigorously and had three orgasms in a row before finally stopping. Then I covered myself with the covers and quickly fell asleep.
I couldn’t help but moan as I listened to her recount such an exciting experience.
I leaned back in my chair and slipped my hand into my panties to stroke my already very wet pussy.
Donna must have seen me in action as she licked her lips and smiled at the camera.
When I realized I was masturbating for the camera, I quickly pulled my hand out in some embarrassment.
Donna: Hey, don’t you stop, honey. While we’re talking about all this kinky stuff, it’s perfectly normal to masturbate. I wouldn’t mind if you did that, come on, let’s do it together!
When she finished speaking, she leaned her body back and I saw her spread her two long slender legs over the armrests on either side of the chair, pointing her crotch at the camera.
I could see that she was wearing a pair of lace panties with a narrow crotch, and the cloth at the crotch of the pants was already wet with lust.
Donna smiled and slipped her hand into her panties, shamelessly rubbing her pussy as I watched.
Donna: Come on, tell me quickly how you’ve been teasing your little John lately, and I’ll touch myself while you tell me.
Me: Oooooooh …… You’re going to love hearing that, Donna. Last night, when I came out of the bathroom after my shower, I was wearing only a silk robe and had deliberately tied the robe’s straps loosely so that the front kept opening up as I walked around, vaguely exposing my breasts and pussy. Originally, I wanted to pretend that the straps were loosened and expose my body to Little John when I ran into him, but he wasn’t in the living room when I came out. So, I ran to his bedroom and saw that he was watching the cartoon Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck.
You know, I really liked that one too, full of American humor, and just sat down next to him and watched that one with him. You know what, Donna? I soon realized that Little John was sneaking glances at me, so I pretended to hoe my body inadvertently, leaving the sash of my robe open a bit. Haha …… you know what? From the way I was sitting and the angle I was sitting at, Little John got a full view of my uncovered pussy!
Donna: Wow, you slut, I love you!
Me: At first, I only noticed that one of my nipples was exposed and didn’t really realize that he was peeking at my pussy. Upon realizing where his eyes were gazing, I immediately became a wet mess and my pussy started twitching. I pretended to be too engrossed in the hilarious plot of the movie to notice him peeking, and continued to expose myself unobtrusively. Ohhhh Donna ah, I was just dying with excitement, my nipples were erect and my bottom was dripping wet. I’m sure my son must have even seen my open-mouthed pussy lips, maybe even the tender pink flesh inside my vagina!
In the video, Donna had one hand in her panties rubbing hard and the other gripping her left breast hard.
I don’t know why, but sometimes she disappears in front of the camera for a bit in the gaps between me talking and typing.
Seeing that I was looking at her, Donna neither spoke nor typed any more, just played with herself for a long time.
Then she finally spoke.
Donna: How did you guys end up? Did something happen again? Come on, tell me the details of the process, my good woman!
Me: We were watching cartoons together for about 40 minutes, I think, and Han peeked at me for a good half hour. Later, I was too excited, too slutty, and too wet to have an orgasm without even touching my own body. I think Little John must have been very excited too, and he couldn’t hold back a bit, so he told me that he didn’t want to watch the movie anymore, and that he wanted to go to bed. After saying that, he ran to the bathroom with his hard little cock in his pants. I also took the opportunity to quickly run back to my bedroom, lying on the bed, separated thighs, rubbing vigorously between the legs of the hot flesh.
Talk like this is enough to drive the women on either side of the screen crazy, and we both masturbate desperately to the camera, imagining the mother on the other side of the net teasing her son.
The moans of the two people reached each other’s ears through the headset, and the two people’s lewd, crazy expressions reached each other’s eyes through the video, stimulating every nerve in each other’s bodies.
After my orgasm, I licked and ate the lewdness from my own fingers for the camera, enjoying the way Donna looked at me with wide eyes.
Me: Isn’t this way too slutty? I’ve never been this slutty in front of anyone before.
Donna: It’s too kinky. I don’t know how much longer our son can stand it. Honestly, I can’t stand it as a woman when I see you so slutty.
Hearing her say that immediately made my face as hot as fire and my heart thumped wildly.
I never considered that things would come to this.
Me: I know, I know. I feel the same way about you. We’re both crazy. Do you think we have the guts to keep playing?
Donna: Courage or no courage, I don’t think we have a choice. I don’t want to give up, do you?
Me: I don’t want to either.
After a little more chatting, the night was already very late. With work tomorrow, we both knew it was time to rest.
But by this time we were both feeling a little bit attached, and both of us were stumped to say goodbye first.
Finally, I knew I had to get off the line and had to say goodbye to her first.
Me: I’m going to bed, it’s time to say goodbye, Donna. Sleep well my sweet woman, see you tomorrow Donna, I love you!
Donna’s face was a little sad as she looked at me for a long time, her eyes full of love and reluctance.
Donna: Well, Carmen, I love you too. Good night, honey!
We made a flying kiss sign at each other and went offline.
My body trembled as I shut down the computer, my excitement still lingering.
I never thought I’d feel this way, I never thought I’d be able to talk about such a private and kinky subject with someone I didn’t know, to talk about having sex with my own son.
In one way, my thoughts seem to have gotten out of control, but in another way, conversations like this make me feel energized, and life seems to have a renewed sense of motivation and purpose.
I don’t know yet what might happen in the future, but I’m eager to try and explore.
Almost every night for the next couple of weeks, Donna and I were on a webcam chat, sharing with each other the adventurous sex games we were teasing our own sons with.
As the weather warmed up, I was able to wear lighter, slightly shorter robes, but I still envied Donna for being in the South, where the climate was warmer, more pleasant, and more conducive to body-exposing games.
One day I once again ran to the store and picked up a couple of bikini style underwear and bathing suits for myself and when I got home I wore them and purposely posed in front of my son in a variety of poses with the excuse that I wanted to get a man’s assessment and opinion on whether or not they would work for me.
Little John sat happily on the couch in the living room and watched as I kept changing into my narrow dress pants as I came out of the bedroom and then deadpanned over my half-naked body.
Although I couldn’t figure out which wardrobe or pants Little John preferred, those were the ones that I had taken Donna’s advice and purposely shopped for garments that were one size smaller than my frame so that my breasts and ass were almost completely exposed.
Finally, I changed into the black bikini swimsuit that I had carefully chosen (my nipples and pussy were both almost completely exposed), stood in front of Little John and twirled around twice, and asked him, “Do you think this one of mine is too small? Maybe I should go to the store and get a bigger one, right?
Little John quickly replied in an exaggerated and urgent voice, No no, mom, I think this one suits you best! You look very …… sexy in this.
Being called sexy by my son made me feel flushed, but I ran over to him, bent down in front of him, kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, Thank you, my baby! Every woman loves to hear a handsome man compliment her like that! I’m sure I can give him a full view of my breasts in this position.
Originally, I thought that the black bikini was Little John’s favorite, but he showed more surprise and amazement when I switched to a red bikini made up of three smaller pieces of fabric.
On those three red pieces of cloth, there were some lewd English words printed, such as FUCK, BITCH, SLUT and so on.
Of course I recognize these words, I actually bought this bathing suit for its kinky vibe.
The red piece of cloth and lewd vocabulary wrapped my pale skin and sexy body in a lascivious atmosphere, the tiny piece of cloth covered only my nipples and pubic mound, exposing my entire breasts and part of my pubic hair and labia, a strip of pinky-thick cloth at the back of my buttocks covered only my anal opening, and both of my plump, rounded ass cheeks were completely exposed.
Wow, wow, mom …… still has such a swimsuit ah! Little John gasped, I wouldn’t dare let you go to the pool in a bathing suit like that.
I posed in a slutty way and asked him, Why is that, good son? Didn’t you say I look sexy like this?
Little Han nodded vigorously: yes, mom, you look just too sexy like that. But I think if you wear such clothes out, you will definitely be arrested by the police, and they will say that you are deliberately disturbing the public order. And …… maybe some men will not be able to resist the strong …… rape of you. His eyes were full of desire, and his hands gripped the cushions of the sofa tightly.
I knew I was playing with fire, and that such an excessive move might have unintended consequences, but at this point my mind was so filled with insane lust that I could no longer control my behavior.
I wish my son had jumped on me and raped me right now.
I turned around, spread my legs, and bent over, my hands braced on the floor, my ass puckered high in front of his eyes.
I looked down between my legs and back, knowing that my nipples, ass, and half-covered pussy were exposed to him, and I could feel my swollen pussy lips sticking out past the cloth of my crotch.
My voice was a bit muffled due to bending my head down: okay then, I’ll only wear this outfit at home then, only if you can see me in it. This is our little secret. Saying that, I wiggled my pouting ass.
Little John’s face was flushed red, he was trembling and gasping for air, his crotch was bulging and his dark blue jeans were already showing blotches.
I suddenly realized that he had ejaculated in his pants and my face was as hot as fire.
I was also getting incredibly hot between my legs, and lewdness continued to flow from deep inside my body, dripping down my bare thighs and onto the floor.
Oh, not only did I orgasm myself, but I also spurred my son to orgasm right in front of me! Sure enough, as I slowly stood up straight, I could see more clearly that the front of his jeans was wet.
I wanted to pounce on him, peel down his pants as hard as I could, and lick the thick liquid from his stomach and between his legs, but I did everything I could to keep my emotions in check because I was so afraid that I would be shamed and killed by traditional morals if I were to be incestuous with my son.
I turned around and walked over to him, winked at him and said, Well, you think I look pretty good in this outfit, don’t you, good boy? Thank you for your kind words about me. After I said that, I quickly ran back to my bedroom.
The moment I walked in the door, I looked back at my son one more time and saw my sweet son sitting there motionless like a scared little good dog.
How nice of you to know how to please an older woman. I added.
Little John sighed and murmured, You’re not an old woman, Mommy. Then, before I closed the bedroom door, he blurted out, I love you, Mommy!
Oh, my son’s words made my legs go weak, and after closing the door to my room I immediately collapsed limply to the floor in front of my bed, another wave of sexual orgasm coming at me, and I quickly covered my mouth with my right hand, afraid that my screams and moans would be heard by my son outside the door.
My left hand rubbed my swollen clit rapidly, bringing the erotic pleasure to a fever pitch.
I don’t know how long I lay on the floor, but I just felt wave after wave of orgasm that kept taking me to sleep.
Even in my dreams, I was still showing my lustful body to my son, and my mind continued to be pounded by the joy of incest.
That night, I excitedly told Donna in detail about my half-naked daytime teasing of Little John, during which we both masturbated with our massagers to the camera.
My kinky tool was still mail-ordered from an internet adult store after my last bikini swimsuit purchase, encouraged by Donna.
That thick electric vibrator that looked like a big black man’s cock!
Me: Wow Donna, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, I really want to have sex with my son, I’ve been thinking about it for the last couple of days, even dreaming about fucking him.
Donna: I understand, my baby, I understand how you feel. I feel the same way, every day I think that if it comes to that day, I’m going to get on top of my son, Earn, and make love to him so wildly that we’re going to do it until we die. I really hope that after he sees my half-naked body, he can no longer resist grabbing me and pinning me down to the ground and ravishing me like crazy!
Me: Yeah, yeah! Looking at the way my son was staring at me, I knew he wanted to have sex with his old mom too. In his eyes, I’m afraid he and I have long been sex-crazed wild animals. I suspect he can see the same look in my eyes.
Donna: Do you remember? One time when we were talking, you asked me if you would really have sex with your son if you had the chance. Remember?
Me: I remember, you asked me the same question. Of course I remember.
Donna: I think we’ve created that opportunity now, Carmen. I don’t think there’s any turning back now that we’ve got this opportunity in front of us.
Through the camera, Donna and I both stared into each other’s eyes, not moving, not speaking, just staring for a long time.
Despite the distance, I can still feel her needs, her desires, and the same needs and desires that I hold within me so deeply.
Finally, I spoke.
Me: Is it time to resolve to have real sex with our son?
Donna: Yes, my baby, real sex!
Another long silence.
Another long stare.
Such a shocking decision! I can’t believe I’m doing something like this.
But the long suppressed thoughts were finally released and I felt unusually relaxed again.
Turning to the camera, I began to let out a loud laugh.
On the other end, Donna smiled back at me.
Donna: We’re quite the pair of slutty moms, don’t you think?
Me: Not just slutty, but extremely shameless nappy mom! Now the question is, how do we go about it?
Donna: I don’t know about that. I think we should get right on it, go to our son’s room, ride them, and suck their big rods into our slutty cunts in one go so they won’t have time to say no if they want to, haha ……
Me: Oh, maybe it’s okay. But I still have this weird idea that I’d like to share with you a moment of sex with my son.
Donna: Oh, so what do we do?
Me: I have an idea, but I need to think about it some more. Tomorrow is Friday, can you leave Earn at home tomorrow night?
Donna: Haha, sure, now he’s obsessed with his mom’s sexy body.
Me: That’s good. Let’s make a deal then, leave all our sons at home then, and then what …… Wow, let’s create an exciting evening together. Let’s meet tomorrow night at 8pm on the internet ok?
Donna: Yeah, but I still don’t understand what’s going on in your head, slut?
Me: What a fun and kinky game. I still need to think it over carefully though. Tomorrow night, why don’t you find a way to keep Earn in a constant state of sexual arousal, and I’ll tease my son, Little John, as well. Then, we’ll connect and I’ll tell you my plan then.
Donna wanted to keep talking, but I insisted on getting off the line because I wanted to plot my plans a little more.
After exchanging goodnights and I love yous, we got offline.
It’s tempting to just go to sleep quickly, but the plans in my head keep me tossing and turning.
I’m sure this plan will work.
Judging by the course of the sexual teasing game so far, it won’t be too hard to seduce my son into bed.
The next day was quite busy with work, and it was not until four o’clock in the afternoon that we were even slightly free.
I took a little time off from work because Little John said they were having a basketball game this afternoon and wanted me to go check it out.
At the school, I sat courtside with some of the parents to cheer on the kids and watched them come alive with a happy sense of pride.
Littlejohn was an absolute starter on the team, and his perfect play got his team the game.
I was so happy that I kept getting up to show my son and cheer them on.
Little John excitedly waved his hand at me with a proud expression on his face.
At that moment, I noticed that the kids on the court and the surrounding students watching the game turned their eyes to me, they must be envious of Little John having such a beautiful, sexy mom, right? Thinking about this, my lower body immediately became wet.
By the end of the game, I could feel my pussy and inner thighs getting wet with lust.
The whistle blew for the end of the game, giving Littlejohn’s team a 23-point win over their opponents.
My son flew up to me and hugged me at once.
Mom, we won! His thick arms wrapped tightly around me and picked me up and spun me around the field: i saw you stand up and cheer us on! He said with a big smile.
I laughed out loud too, feeling the squeeze of his firm chest against my breasts.
After releasing me, he asked me if I was okay with him and his classmates going out for pizza to celebrate winning the game, to which I replied of course it was fine.
Then, I gave him a hundred dollars and said to him: go and have a good time with your classmates. However, I hope that you will come back early in the evening, the latest can not be more than …… I looked down at the watch, it is already almost 6 o clock, I and Donna agreed to meet in the network at 10 o clock in the evening it: it can not be more than 9:30 o clock in the evening ah!
Little John seemed a little upset, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and said with my eyes locked on his, I want you to come home early, son. I’m going to miss you so much when you’re not home, and I don’t know when I’m going to need you so much, do you understand?
Little John’s face turned red, and he moved his throat a few times before he said, I know, I’ll be home by 9:00 p.m., Mom.
Watching Little John’s back as he left with his classmates, I felt my son getting taller and taller.
I waved my hand at their distant figures, feeling very sweet inside.
I hope he gets home early, I have more important things waiting for him to do.
When I got home, since I didn’t have to make dinner for my son, I took a long leisurely shower, trimmed my pubic hair, shaved my armpits, and sprayed some perfume on the hidden parts of my body.
After this tossing and turning, the odor of the female in my body emanated from the hidden places, stimulating my sensitive nerves.
Although I seemed calm on the outside, my heart and every cell inside my body was excited for the upcoming night.
I can’t stop my pussy from dripping at the thought of my son’s embrace earlier.
What kind of outfit to wear? After dismissing several options, I decided to wear a cool little halter top with straps and a pair of bikini-style little triangle panties with a pattern on the front.
Standing in front of the mirror, I scrutinized myself in the mirror to see what kind of effect it had.
Well, it looks pretty good, I’ve been getting good results from my recent workout enhancements, and I’m looking pretty sexy with a tight, flattened stomach and not much flab.
Turning around, I saw that my ass was tightly wrapped in small triangular panties, plump and bouncy.
In turning back around, I saw my bra-less breasts hidden in a little halter top vest, hidden and rippling.
Looking at my flirty touch in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel emotional.
After these last few weeks of interacting with Donna and enthusiastically teasing my son with sexual play, I felt myself getting more and more sexually aroused.
Looking at the very revealing clothes on my body, I smiled in my heart, so I am still very sexy! Not to mention, the fact that I was able to get my son’s compliments on my look, and that I was able to make him cum uncontrollably, shows that I’m still very attractive.
Such thoughts greatly boosted my confidence and fueled my desire for wild sexual enjoyment.
Nowadays, there are many women who lose confidence in their attractiveness and the courage to pursue a fulfilling sex life as soon as the first crow’s feet appear at the corners of their eyes.
I’m a 41 year old mother, and I’m not what I used to be in terms of body shape and looks, much less the beautiful young actresses and models, but I’m still a sexy, beautiful woman!
It was in the midst of my self-pity and ramblings that my son came home, and he came home at 9:20 PM.
I was curled up on the couch watching TV when he walked into the house.
My son is so tall, so handsome, and fully grown man.
He’d already showered in the school bathroom after the game and changed into a peach T-shirt and a pair of baggy beach pants.
He came over and sat on the other end of the couch, viewing my clothed, sexy body from a distance.
We sat and chatted cozily, not getting into any erotic topics, and I didn’t make any provocative gestures.
We chatted about the game we had just played, his school, and the various activities that were going on at school.
He also inquired about my work and asked with concern if I was busy and tired.
But it was this very ordinary chat that sent waves rippling through my insides, as I felt a steady stream of lust flowing from my lower flesh hole and my nipples tingling from the little halter top rubbing against them.
I could smell the scent of female desire emanating from my own body, and I’m sure Little John could smell it too.
I could see the small tent had risen at the front of his pants and his body’s reaction was exposed.
We continued to talk aimlessly and later started discussing what we should do to relax on the weekend, whether we should go to the movies or find a nice restaurant to get a meal.
Every now and then I glanced at the wall clock, and seeing that it was already 9:50, I stood up and stretched, inadvertently yanking up the hem of my little halter top, exposing most of my bra-less breasts.
I knew in my heart that when I stood up, Little John would be able to see the wet marks on the crotch of my chaps, where the light blue fabric had turned dark blue.
I’m going to go play on the computer for a while, Little John. I said, glancing at my son and seeing his eyes glued to my crotch: I think I’m going to go talk to my online friend, that’s your Aunt Donna, for a little while and then it’s time for an early night.
Okay, mom. Little Han replied, his voice filled with disappointment: then I’m going to watch the NBA reruns on TV, the Mavericks are playing the Spurs today.
I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: mmmm, ok, go ahead and watch, don’t be too late. I’ll see you again before I go to bed. I smiled, stroked his cheek and added, I love you, Little John, you’re such a good son to me! After I said that, I turned toward my bedroom and could feel his eyes on my bare ass cheeks the whole time.
In my bedroom, I turned on my computer and logged on to the Internet. When I was entering my MSN password, my fingers couldn’t help but tremble, and I was surprised that I got it wrong twice, which added to my panic.
It was hard to log in and see that Donna was already online waiting for me.
Turning on the camera, I finally got to see this intimate partner with whom I had pursued my incestuous desires once again.
She also looked a little tense, her brows furrowed on her pretty face, and there were even some fine beads of sweat on her tiny nose.
She wore a shirt with a very low opening that left the upper part of her breasts completely exposed to the view of others.
Seeing me watching her, Donna stood up and showed me the tight little panties she was wearing underneath.
I could see that her crotch was also wet with lust. I nodded at her and stood up as well, showing her my bottom.
Looking at each other lewdly and eagerly, we both laughed so hard we could hardly speak.
It was hard to get myself under control and we began to talk in earnest.
As if she could see what was going on in my mind, Donna knew what I was going to say without waiting for me to say it.
Donna: Are we really going to do that, Carmen? To have sex with our son?
Me: Well, I’ve made up my mind. What about Earn?
Donna: Haha …… He’s studying in his room right now. He has an English quiz tomorrow and he’s studying for it. I’ve been acting crazy and teasing him today. How’s your little John doing?
Me: He’s watching sports on TV. Do you still want to hear about the plan I didn’t tell you about yesterday?
Donna nodded vigorously, full of anticipation and ambiguity, and listened to me detail my plan.
Me: Do you think it’s feasible, Donna?
Donna: It certainly works! Our son will love it! Shall I call my son now?
Me: Okay, then I’ll go get Little John too. The game is about to start!
When I finished speaking, I turned around and said loudly to the door, Little Han, can you come over here for a moment?
Immediately, I heard his hurried footsteps.
A few seconds later, Little John stood in the doorway of my bedroom, looked at me sitting at my computer desk and asked, What’s wrong? Is something wrong?
There’s nothing wrong with that either, it’s just that I want you to help me out. But first I want to introduce you to Aunt Donna. Come here. See? She’s my best online friend, Aunt Donna. Say hello to her.
Little John leaned over to look at the screen and saw the image of a beautiful, sexy mom.
Donna waved her hand at him and my son smiled back at her.
After a while, a tall, handsome young man appeared on the screen; it was Donna’s son, Earn.
As Donna introduced my son and I to Earn, my eyes refused to leave Earn’s handsome face and his athletic body.
Earn looked spry and energetic in a tight t-shirt on top and a pair of dark jeans underneath.
After hearing Donna’s introduction, Earn chimed in and greeted us, a friendly smile on his face.
His name is Earn and he is your Aunt Donna’s son. I said to Little John.
Donna: Isn’t it all set, Carmen? Don’t you have some explaining to do?
Me: Of course, of course. Well …… Earn, your mom and I have become close friends who have nothing to talk about after months of exchanges. Recently, you and my son Xiao Han may have noticed that our two women’s behavior is a little …… I mean dress-wise, a little strange, right?
At that moment, I felt Little John, who was standing close to my body, shudder, and his lower body bulged even more.
In the screen, Earn’s face was also red, and his eyes kept glancing at his mom’s half-naked body. Then, he raised his head and gave me a slight nod.
Me: Your mom and I exchanged thoughts in depth and were very honest with each other about the most secret sexual fantasies in our respective hearts. We finally came to the conclusion that we are both sexually slutty moms, but we love being slutty moms. And, we discovered that our sons liked us being slutty moms, too!
Whoa! Yeah, yeah! I heard my son mumble.
Donna looked back at her son, Earn, somewhat eagerly, hoping for the response she expected.
Earn smiled and reached out to squeeze her bare shoulder.
Me: We two women have been discussing how to be the sluttiest moms we can be. In the end, we realized that only with your help can we realize our wish. Earn, your mom and I are going to play a game of who is the bravest, and you and my son have to cooperate with us. In the game, sometimes your son needs to be braver, and sometimes our mom needs to be braver. If anyone dares not play on, he is the loser, understand?
My son and Earn looked at each other from the camera and nodded firmly together. I could see my son’s and Earn’s crotches bulging with anticipation in their eyes.
Me: Is everyone ready? Who’s going to start first?
Donna: You started this game, Carmen, so of course it should start with you.
Me: Okay then, let’s start with me. Well …… it’s a hard game to play. I think, Earn is wearing a little too much. Mom, I want you to take off your son’s jeans first.
Donna gave me a wicked smile when I said that and immediately turned to unzip her son’s pants without hesitation.
In no time at all, she had Earn’s pants down, and the boy’s big hard cock was pushing his underwear up.
Donna: I love this game so much. Now it’s my turn. Little John, do you dare to kiss your mom on the lips for 30 seconds? Just the lips, no tongue! Haha ……
Feeling Little John move his body to lean towards me, I looked up at him and nodded with a smile, holding his hand and clenching it hard, encouraging him.
Little John lowered his head at my encouragement and pressed his trembling lips to mine.
His lips were strong and warm, making me want to open my mouth and stick my tongue in his.
But before I could make a move, he had quickly left me.
Me: OMG! We’ve been playing so well! Now we’re going to make it a little more difficult. Earn, I want you to tongue kiss your mom for 30 seconds, do you dare?
As soon as the words left his mouth, Earn immediately bent down and kissed his mom, forcefully parting her lips and sticking his tongue inside.
Donna reached out and wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, her lips pressing against his, and slipping her tongue into his mouth and stirring it as well.
It was obvious that mom’s and son’s tongues were moving in and out of each other’s mouths, entangling and sending passion and love to each other.
My son and I watched in awe.30 seconds seemed like a long time! Finally, they parted ways.
Donna: Carmen, you slutty bitch! How could you come up with such an evil idea! You have no idea how good this feels! Carmen, now you stand up, pucker your ass and get on the computer desk. Little John, I want you to rub your mother’s bare ass for 30 seconds.
My heart was pounding, and as soon as I stood up and bent over, exposing my almost naked ass to my son, I knew that I had gone down a path of no return, a path of lewdness that completely overturned traditional morals and values.
Turning back to my son, I looked over my own bare shoulder toward him, and he looked like a small child who wanted a delicious cake so badly but was afraid of being scolded by his parents, with both an impulsive desire and a fear that it would get him into trouble.
It’s okay, good boy, be brave, come on. I encouraged him.
Little John carefully placed his hand on my puckered ass, slowly stroking it over and over again.
My body couldn’t help but shudder as his fingers stroked into the crevice between my legs.
It’s so smooth. Little John gasped.
My son’s touch was so soothing, I really hated how quickly those 30 seconds went by.
Me: I feel so hot. Hey Earn, now your luck is in. I want you to put your hands inside your mom’s blouse and rub her little nipples for 30 seconds.
Earn froze for a while, as if he hadn’t thought that something he had once dreamed of was about to come true so simply.
He pressed his hands back on his mom’s shoulders, turned her body toward him, and lowered his head to kiss Donna on the lips again.
Then he slipped his hand through the neckline of his mom’s dress and gently caressed her breasts, his fingers rubbing and pinching at her nipples.
Donna’s eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched on her lower lip as she let her son play with her breasts and nipples.
That’s when I saw Donna’s hands grab the hem of her shirt and lift her blouse above her breasts.
I think Donna was probably so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn’t know what she was doing.
Looking at her plump, round breasts, I murmured, What cute little boobs!
Yours is prettier yet, Mommy. Little John whispered in my ear.
Donna: Okay, now it’s time for something a little crazier! Little John, now I want you to rub your mom’s big breasts while you wet kiss her for 30 seconds as well.
I napped! My son exclaimed, bending down to kiss me on the lips.
I opened my mouth to meet his tongue, entwining mine with his.
At the same time, I felt my little halter top being lifted up, and both of his hands took hold of both of my breasts at the same time, sweeping his fingers over and around my nipples and pinching them a few times from time to time.
My moans shouted into Little John’s mouth as my desperately stimulated breasts changed shape in my son’s large hands, pinched into long strips one moment, pressed into meatloaf the next; my nipples caught between his fingers, rubbed and pinched, lifted one moment, pressed into mounds of flesh the next.
I lifted my arms around my son’s head and anchored his mouth to my lips, kissing as intimately as a couple can.
The 30 seconds went by too quickly and we parted our lips somewhat reluctantly, unable to hold back a large gasp.
Donna and her son looked at us mother and son with flushed faces and expressions of praise and envy.
I turned my head and looked at the camera, wondering in my mind what kind of instructions Donna wanted me to give to her son.
Me: It’s really exciting! Earn, now, I want you to put your hand in your mom’s panties, rub her clit for 30 seconds, and then tell us how wet your mom is.
Donna’s eyes widened in shock when she heard me say that, but she quickly accepted such an out-of-the-ordinary command and voluntarily lifted her ass and stretched her body so that her son could more easily insert his hand into her panties and caress her pussy.
When Earn’s hand went in, I saw Donna’s body shake violently as if she had been electrocuted.
Then she opened her legs as wide as she could and a loud moan escaped her lips.
Earn’s hands were going back and forth in his underwear, rubbing his mom’s most secret place while he looked back at the camera and made faces at our side.
Earn: Holy shit! Mom’s body is literally like hot butter, it’s wet and hot everywhere. And you guys know what? She even shaved her pubes!
When it was time for his game, Earn pulled his hand out of his mom’s panties with some reluctance.
Presumably Donna felt the emptiness, and she grunted loudly, her cry-like voice filled with protest against Earn’s retreat.
Earn reached over to the camera with the hand he had just stuck in his mom’s panties, and John and I immediately saw that his fingers were covered in the lewdness that had dripped from Donna’s cunt, glistening in the light.
After showing his fingers in front of the camera over and over again, Earn stuck them in his mouth and huffed and licked and ate them like they were delicious ice cream.
Me: Ohhhhhh, that’s so exciting! Was her water good?
Earn: Of course, Aunt Carmen, your water must be delicious too.
Donna: Ohhhhhhh …… Little John, it’s your turn again. I also want you to fondle your mom’s pussy and tell us what you find.
Like Donna, I lifted my ass and put my legs on the armrests on either side of the chair, leaving my pussy wide open for my son’s hand to come in.
Wow, comfortable, comfortable …… As soon as my son’s hand touched my pussy lips, I couldn’t help but scream out loud.
It was such an incredible feeling, having my son’s finger in my mom’s pussy.
A very sweet and very shocking pleasure spread deep inside my body as my son’s fingers delved deeper.
Ahhhhh …… yes, that’s it …… you’re finger raping your mom, my baby boy! …… You’re almost in my womb, ah …… I stammered and panted, my crotch bones pushing upward as hard as I could, wanting my son’s fingers to go deeper.
Little John’s fingers plunged deep and withdrew, and kept flexing up and exploring the four walls of my vagina, hoping to touch my G-spot.
I was extremely aroused by my son’s stimulation, and my body made an effort to lift itself from the chair.
But then Littlejohn used his other hand to hold me down, pressing my body back into the chair, and then, much to my dismay, his finger slowly withdrew, his finger coated in clear, lustful fluid.
On the other side of the internet, Donna and her son, Earn, hadn’t taken their eyes off me and my son for a moment, and Earn’s hand was once again on his mom’s shoulder, his fingers tweaking her nipples.
Mom, you’re such a slut! You’re so hot inside! Little John murmured in my ear, lifting his hand to put his lust-covered finger in his mouth and sucking on it.
Then he turned his head to look at the computer screen.
Little John: Mom’s body was hotter than the hottest day of summer! She’s completely wet and her pubic hairs are covered in slippery slutty water. Oh yeah, I had licked and eaten the slutty water that got on my fingers before you guys even brought it up!
Donna shook her head incredulously as she listened to Little John, her tongue licking her own lips.
I’m so excited I don’t even know what to say right now.
My nipples were swollen and hard, my panties were so wet I could wring them out, and the chair under my ass was already wet.
Me: Aunt Donna doesn’t care if you ate my slutty water before she brought it up, don’t you think so my dear Donna? Okay, now it’s mom’s turn. Donna, I now want you to pull out your son’s penis and I want to see how big it is. And then I want you to masturbate for him. Dare you? Earnest Mom!
Donna couldn’t help but smile, what I was making her do was the biggest sexual fantasy she’d had in years.
After a little hesitation, she reached out and pulled her son’s underwear away, taking hold of the long hardened rod.
Then Donna turned her head, raised her eyebrows at me, and then slowly began to sheath the large rod in her hand.
Seeing how majestic Earn’s cock was made me feel aroused and itchy, and I really wanted to have that thick dick in my pussy and pump it hard.
The 30 seconds were up and Donna gave a few more quick strokes before reluctantly letting go of her son’s cock.
Donna: How about that? I told you, he’s got a big, big cock, Carmen, see? So now, it’s your turn, I want you to take off Little John’s underwear and kiss his cock!
So are you ready, my sweet boy? I asked Little John, “Can mommy touch your cock?
Oh, sure, Mom, I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time! Little John let out a long sigh.
I reached down and yanked off his underwear, and just as my hand touched his swollen cock, John immediately gave a low, deep grunt.
Oh God, why is yours so big! I said with a hard gasp as I held the big hot rod in my hand, feeling very hard to breathe.
My pussy was on fire and itching once again, and I really wanted this thick thing shoved in right away to fill my emptiness and satisfy my desires.
In the past, I saw the big bulging bag in his pants and knew that his cock must not be small, but I really didn’t expect his to be this big.
If I had known earlier that my son’s penis was this big and beautiful, I would have been his lover long ago, right?
As I lassoed my son’s cock, I looked back at the computer screen and saw that Donna and her son were watching us mother and son with rapt attention.
Donna was filled with delight as she admired my son’s cock, and I was secretly comparing Little John’s cock to her son’s.
It’s hard to paint an exact picture of the difference between them, but I feel like Earn’s is a little longer while Han’s is a little thicker.
So enamored with my son’s cock, I almost forgot to give Donna her Brave Game instructions.
I puckered my lips and kissed my son on his glans, then, I turned the angle to get a better shot for the camera.
I stuck out my tongue and licked up the root of my son’s cock, licking the glans and then drilling the tip of my tongue over the horse’s eye before licking all the way back to the root of his cock.
Then I started giving Donna instructions.
Me: Oops, my ass! Earn’s mom, Donna, don’t you dare suck your son’s cock for 30 seconds!
Donna: Haha, I thought you were afraid to make such a request!
Donna turned around, reached down and took hold of her son’s cock, sticking her tongue out first to lick the big reddish purple glans, eating the silvery discharge that oozed from the horse’s eye into her mouth, then taking the big rod deep into her mouth, swallowing the glans all the way down her throat.
Her lips wrapped tightly around the mesmerizing hard flesh, her cheeks sinking deep as she began to suck hard.
Earn moaned with pleasure as he picked up the camera and filmed down from where his chest was so that my son and I could also see how his mom was sucking his cock from his viewpoint.
Her eyes were lustful and filled with pure bliss as her lips moved up and down the thick shaft, her saliva coating the rod and glistening crystalline in the light.
Me: Hey, come on, are you done? I said 30 seconds, you slut, haha!
Earn laughed out loud when he heard me say that, too. He put the camera back in place and reached up to cup his mom’s face, moving her head away from his crotch.
Donna looked a little upset and turned her face away from the computer screen.
Donna: Why do you want me to stop? Do you know how good that feels? Little John, now I order you to get down between your mom’s legs, peel down her panties, and lick and eat her pussy for 30 seconds.
Little John’s face reddened for a moment and he looked very embarrassed.
But he was obviously more eager to find out what mom’s pussy tasted like, so still following instructions he moved between my legs and slowly removed my panties.
He held the panties he had just removed in front of his nose and sniffed them greedily before saying, Mom, I love your smell so much! He then held my panties up to the camera and displayed the wet discharge from the crotch of my panties for Donna and her son to see.
Then he twisted my panties as hard as he could, and a stream of lewd water trickled from them onto his hand.
Dropping my panties, Littlejohn spread my legs apart on the armrests on either side of the chair and pressed his face against my wet pussy.
I couldn’t help but squeal out loud as his tongue licked over my swollen pussy lips for the first time, the pleasure and surprise was just too much to describe.
Little Han skillfully licked and ate my clitoris, labia, urethra, vagina and anus, that skillfulness made me hard to believe that it was his first time to lick and eat a woman’s private parts, had he already had skin-to-skin kisses with any girl? Or has he watched too many pornographic movies and learned the skills of making out with women from them? Forget it, no matter that much, now I have to enjoy the pleasure and surprise brought to me by my son.
Ohhhhhh …… my good son, good son, you make me feel so good! …… I pushed my crotch bones as hard as I could and pressed my pussy as tightly as I could against my son’s face, and pulled his hair with my hands and pressed his head hard toward my crotch.
Then I also picked up the camera and filmed down in front of my face so that Donna and her son could see how my son was licking and eating my pussy as well as I was.
Donna: Haha! You’ve only got 30 seconds, Carmen. Don’t foul me! Time’s up, get off his head, you slutty bitch!
I groaned helplessly, really not wanting Little John to stop.
With my son’s skillful licking and eating, my body’s desires were rising fast, and I was about to reach orgasm – at the very moment his lips were sucking hungrily on my pussy lips – how could I want to stop now? But the game had to go on, and there were even more exciting parts to come.
So I pushed his head lovingly, wanting him to stop his assault on my pussy, but Little John obviously couldn’t get enough of it either, as he clamped his lips down hard on my pussy lips, struggling not to let go.
In doing so, he pulled my swollen pussy lips into a large, reddish swath of tender flesh, as if he wanted to rip that delicious slit off and eat it.
Ohhhh! It’s so exciting! In a few seconds, my son is going to bring me to the peak of my sexual arousal with his tongue!
Me: Oh Donna, I’m about to have an orgasm! Little John’s tongue is too good! Earn, now listen to me, I want you to stick three fingers in your mom’s pussy and pump it for 30 seconds!
Earn knelt in front of his mom and tenderly removed his mom’s panties, leaving her seemingly completely naked (although Donna’s upper body was still clothed, her breasts were exposed).
Donna’s legs parted and her ass shifted in the chair, exposing her pussy to the sky as she parted her labia with two fingers, reopening that mysterious passage that had brought Earn into the world to her son for the first time with clarity, hoping that he would come back into that warm, welcoming embrace once again.
Earn put his index, middle and ring fingers together and slowly inserted them into his mom’s pussy before he began to pump.
Donna immediately reacted violently, her body stiffening in the chair, her legs tightening, her toes digging hard inward, her mouth wide open as she panted hard. At the same time, she was stroking and playing with her hardened nipples with her fingers. When Earn suddenly pulled his hand out of her cunt, Donna immediately grunted and protested loudly, telling him to hurry up and keep finger raping her harder. But Earn didn’t listen to her as he licked the lewd fluid that was smeared on his fingers and told her that the time had come.
Donna: Damn it Carmen, why didn’t you say you’d let Earn finger rape me for three minutes! Now, I want you mother and son to do it at the same time, you suck Littlejohn’s dick and Littlejohn finger fucks your mom for 30 seconds as well!
Watching us mother and son pleasuring each other, Donna told me that it was a really raunchy and exciting scene watching my son and I sucking and fingering each other.
Yes, it was almost as if my body had been put into a furnace and was burning with the fire of desire.
I could feel the muscles in my cunt tightening around my son’s fingers, longing for him to thrust into me more fiercely, more deeply, for his fingers to find the place where he had lived.
In my mind, his fingers were as hard and hot and thick and long as his cock in my mouth.
My tongue flicked over the smooth skin of his hard cock, sucking gently but forcefully.
It was so exciting and kinky to feel this way.
It is unbelievable that this kind of behavior, forbidden and despised by the world, this immoral practice that is severely punished by the existing laws, could have happened between us, mother and son.
I knew I could never get such intense and unforgettable pleasure from intercourse from another man because it came from both mind and body together, and no amount of touch or affection from any man could make me feel the way I did with my son.
The 30 seconds ticked by quickly and I felt my son’s fingers slowly begin to withdraw and gently pull his cock back out of my mouth.
I looked up at my son with a lustful thirst in my eyes.
I needed him and he needed me, but it was game time – my son and I had committed the sinful yet beautiful crime of incest.
Me: Now comes the most serious moment, if any of you have chickened out, quickly admit that you are a useless fool! Now, listen to my order, I want both Little John and Little Earn to sit on the chairs, put up your big hard and thick cocks, let your mothers straddle you, and let the big meat sticks fill the empty bodies and minds of the two mothers!
Donna’s face immediately broke out into a big smile when she heard me say that, and she got up to let Earn sit down while she praised me at the computer screen.
Donna: It really is time to have real sex, Carmen! I couldn’t help myself long ago! Let’s fuck our son as hard as the most shameless mom in the world can! We can finally realize our dream! We’re going to be the most shameless incestuous moms in the world!
I also stood up and sat my son in the chair at the computer desk.
Little John said, both to himself and to me, Oh, I can’t believe this is real, I finally get to have sex with my mom!
I turned around and bent down towards Little John, who was sitting in the chair, and while stroking his cock and kissing him on the lips, I said, Very good, good son. You’re about to make love to your own mommy, do it well, my dear son!
I turned to look at the computer screen and the camera, hoping my expression was calmer than the excitement I felt inside.
All the sexual fantasies, all the sexual teasing will be done in this moment.
Donna and I kept pushing our relationship with our son toward the abyss of doom, about to break through the final line and all the traditional moral restraints.
I had no regrets, no regrets in my heart, but rather, I was filled with anticipation, like an innocent virgin looking forward to her wedding night.
Donna and I looked at each other on the other side of the camera as if we were looking at our own images in a mirror, shrugging our bodies as one – we were both mounted on top of our own sons and were about to have real sex with them.
We smiled at each other, both to comfort each other’s excitement and trepidation, and to encourage ourselves and each other to move forward boldly and courageously to realize the sexual fantasies we had dreamed of.
With one hand on my son’s hard cock, we slowly sat down together.
I could see Donna’s pussy lips spread wide like the lips of a dying starving man ready to swallow her son’s thick cock. And between my legs, I felt my son’s big glans spreading my moist pussy lips, a huge rod about to plunge into my cunt as I sat down.
With our backs to our sons, Donna and I looked at the camera and nodded at each other at the same time, as if we knew exactly what was going on in the other’s mind, and together we shouted, one, two, three! When the third count was reached, the two women slammed downward together.
Donna’s eyes instantly rounded and she moaned loudly as if she were crying, and I suddenly realized that my long empty flesh cavity was instantly filled to overflowing with my son’s big rod!
Both boys had very large cocks, and even though Donna’s and my cunts were already quite wet, we were still pushed up against those huge rods and had to slowly get down.
Oh. – Oh, my God! We finally napped our sons! We conceived them in our own wombs, gave them vibrant life through our vaginas, and now they return to the place that gave birth to them with the most private and precious part of their bodies.
Oooh! A great sense of guilt made my movements a little hesitant, while greater exhilaration and pleasure made me bravely sit downward toward the bottom! It was heavenly joy! This was heavenly happiness!
Time seemed to stop, light seemed to freeze, and the sensations between my legs were rapidly expanding, the pleasure of my sexuality growing stronger as my son’s rod penetrated deeper and deeper.
Great incest! Great mother-son mating! I heard my own moans, low and deep, gasping for more and more.
Looking back at Donna, her expression was even more tantalizing than mine.
Erotic pleasure twisted her face into an agonized expression as she moaned loudly and screamed at the top of her lungs, her shrugging body nearly falling off her son.
My labia were brought inside my vagina by Little John, his pubic hair and scrotum were pressed tightly under my groin, and even though the blissful orgasm of my sexuality had blurred my consciousness a little, I could still clearly feel every throb of his thick cock deep inside me.
Ohhhhhh …… My baby, your cock is so majestic, you’re making me so good! …… My good Haner …… I mumbled, Your thing is just too big, baby!
Your pussy is so horrible, mom, it’s practically biting my cock off! …… You’re so wet, so tight! …… He gasped, his arms tightening around my waist.
His lips were kissing my back and his tongue was licking rapidly at my back, making me shiver.
Like a helpless rag doll, Donna had no strength left to shrug from her sexual climax, and all she could do was sit frozen on her son’s cock gasping for air.
Earn reached out and embraced her, his fingers teasing and rubbing her nipples, jerking his crotch so that they moved slowly up and down as mother and child.
As I watched them move, I slowed my pace, rubbing my pussy lips and ass against Littlejohn’s scrotum.
Oooooh …… mom, this feels so good, so good …… my son moaned and wrapped his arms around my waist tighter.
I wiggled around while communicating with Donna.
Me: Ah, my …… goodness! It’s …… just so …… comfortable. Donna, do you like …… your son’s …… big cock …… Donna?
I can’t say clear and coherent words anymore, but you can’t blame me for that! I don’t think any mom has any control over her emotions when your son’s big cock is in your pussy pumping hard, do they? It took Donna a moment to figure out what I had just said, and she gasped in response.
Donna: Of course I love …… your son …… and my son ……’s …… big cock …… I’m going to …… leaking …… leaking, love …… my son’s …… big cock ahhh ……
Neither of us could speak in complete sentences anymore, but we had to concentrate on our son’s big, ferocious, fascinating cock, because by this time Little John was getting tired of me moving too slowly, and he was cupping my ass in both hands and lifting me up and sliding me back and forth on his cock.
I was sobbing with excitement that I couldn’t do anything more than enjoy the infinite pleasure my son’s cock was giving me.
Since I couldn’t get my feet next to the ground because he was holding me, I was at his mercy.
Whoa! Stuffed so full that every time he lifted and lowered me, I could feel the prongs of my son’s glans scraping against the tender flesh of the inner walls of my cunt, stimulating my nerves and feeling every flutter on my son’s cock.
From the screen in front of me, I could clearly see every detail of Donna’s mother-son fuck.
Donna’s legs were longer than mine and still in control of her body, her calves wobbling in stirrups as she shifted on top of his son, rubbing her wet cunt against the thick cock his son had inserted inside her.
From the camera, I could clearly see Donna’s swollen labia, and I could almost hear the sound of their mother and son’s pussies flopping together as they joined.
Earn’s fingers were still playing with his mom’s nipples, bringing more pleasure and enjoyment to his mom.
My pussy began to spasm as the arousal built up rapidly in my body.
My son’s large penis lit up like a blazing torch of unbridled lust in my heart while his cock rose in my cunt.
His large glans pressed against the opening of my womb, thrusting as far as he could with each stroke, deeper than any man I had ever experienced thrusting before, and I knew that my son’s young, vibrant seed was about to shoot into my hungry womb.
On the computer screen in front of me, the sight of Donna having sex with her son caught my attention.
With each thrust Earn buried his cock deep into his mom’s cunt, causing his mom to howl with her mouth wide open as hard as she could.
The lewd images and my son’s desperate thrusts made me unable to control my body any longer, and I felt like my heart and body were going to explode: oh oh …… my god, I’m going to have an orgasm, Little John, mommy’s about to have an orgasm! ……
The flames of orgasm erupted outward from my vagina, the muscles of the folded inner walls of my vagina wrapping more forcefully around my son’s penis, watering the sinful and extraordinarily seductive blossom of incest with my own lustful juices and the fluids seeping out of my son’s penis.
The orgasm I was having from my son’s nappy made it hard for me to control myself, and a scream made me look like a slutty, shameless bitch.
Too much erotic pleasure made my body and mind tremble and ache. I looked back at Donna on the computer screen, who was just as lost in boundless lustful pleasure as I was.
Oh oh …… mom, your vagina is too …… tight …… I …… have to …… to cum …… to cum ah, mom …… Little John wailed like he was crying, his over excitement made his voice change tone.
As his body throbbed, I felt his cock inside me swell and grow, the raging cum rushing into my womb like a flood from a broken dike, washing away my lustful heart and my shame.
My orgasm reached a new peak with his onslaught, wave after wave of pleasure stimulating every nerve and every part of my body.
I was so lost in the intense pleasure that nothing else existed in the world at that moment, only my own orgasm and that of my son’s was real.
I was addicted to the pleasures of carnal desire, to the intensity that the sin and love of incest brought to me, and to the lewd atmosphere that my son and I had created together.
Little John was like a perpetual motion machine, his thick cock kept ramming into my cunt, constantly filling my meaty hole with large streams of cum.
It was as if we had ascended to heaven, our bodies drifting into boundless bliss.
Finally, I returned to Earth from the floating universe.
My son’s cock was slowly shrinking in my vagina as his hands continued to caress my body, stroking my breasts and pussy.
I love you, Little John! I murmured, my voice shaking with extreme arousal.
I love you too, Mom. My son replied, his voice peaceful and full of joy.
I turned my head to look at the computer screen and saw that Donna was smiling at me and returned her knowing smile.
Donna’s short black hair was soaked with sweat, and her naked body was covered in it, glistening white in the light.
Her breasts quivered, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air.
She was still sitting on her son’s lap, the sight of her lust mixed with his cum on the semi-soft cock that had just slipped out of her cunt was both lascivious and exciting.
On my side, my son’s semi-soft cock was still in my pussy and I didn’t want it out at all.
I felt a stream of fluid, or more specifically, my son’s cum, flowing slowly through my vagina.
I have to admit, the feeling is very exciting to me.
Little John’s hands caressed my ample breasts, the thick, strong palms continuing to stimulate my aroused nerves.
I was so happy that he was able to slowly calm me down from my orgasm of sexual desire in such a way, and I stroked his arms that embraced me, leaning my body against his, kissing him gently and giving all of my passion and motherly love to my son, my lover!
When I turned my attention back to my friend, I saw her making faces at me.
Donna: Hey, how are you feeling? Haha ……
Me: Wow …… That’s a lot better than I thought it would be! How about you? Do you like your son’s big cock?
Donna: Ohhhh my mom, I’ve never had so many and so intense orgasms, and watching you and your son while we do it makes it even more different!
Me: Same feeling, same feeling! Watching you and Earn make love was so exciting. I don’t think there will ever be anything better in this world.
Donna: Well …… I think, I guess, but there’s just one thing that could make tonight’s beauty even better and more exciting.
Me: Really? Then tell me quickly!
Donna looked at me with an evil-eyed smile that made me feel as if my body had been struck by a powerful electric current.
Donna: The only way to make this wonderful evening even better is for us to be able to be together right now and trade off sucking our sons’ big cocks and having them take turns licking and eating our pussies as well.
Hearing Donna’s words, Little John couldn’t help but moan loudly as I felt his cock getting harder and harder in my hot, wet pussy.
I saw Donna get back on top of her son, spread her legs wide, dip two fingers in her son’s cum, then raise her head, look at me with lustful eyes, and slowly put her cum-stained fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking the sticky cum as hard as she could.
I couldn’t help but let out a breath as I watched her lustfully.
Me: You know, this game isn’t over. Donna, would I be so bold as to invite you and your son over to our place and how about we get together and actually do it for once?
Donna smiled and looked down to speak to her son, who nodded eagerly.
Donna looked up at the camera, her eyes full of lustful desire.
Donna: I love you, Carmen! Say, when do you want us to go?