
Author: nswdgn
The Internet is an absolutely marvelous thing. 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 guidance, I went from being an Internet illiterate to a chatting expert. Ever since the Internet was popularized in my family, I have 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 chatting sites. I registered IDs on several famous chatting sites and enjoyed communicating with the people there – soon, 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 didn’t lose anything by leaving the man who was both a womanizer 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 my best to care for him and love him, and being both a mom and a dad all by myself finally smoothed him out. Now, Little John is 18 years old, in his third year of high school, and his academic performance is not bad.
As I said above, I like to chat on the Internet, so I’ve made quite a few friends. Among my close Internet chat friends, there is a woman named Donna (also a screen name) who has the best relationship with me. Like me, she is also divorced and lives alone with a son who is the same age as mine. When we first started chatting, we were both amused by the “me too” responses that kept coming up between us.
As long as there is time, we talk about all kinds of things in life in the chat room, during which we sometimes have to switch chat rooms to avoid the yellow-haired lads and disgusting old men who constantly put forward the network sex requirements. We found each other have the same hobby and appreciation of movies, music, etc. We also have many similar experiences and attitudes towards life, even though we live in different cities.
As if we had found the kindred spirit we both dreamed of, Donna and I shared the joys (there were so few) and the troubles (there were really many, many) in each other’s lives. Through the internet, we consoled 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 and deeper into our online communication and were even willing to talk to each other about our privacy – even about our sex lives – we talked about the details of making love to our hidden lovers and our preferences in our sex lives. Sometimes we even masturbated while talking about our long ago lovers and all the crazy sexual fantasies we had buried in our minds.
Late one night, after we had masturbated our way to orgasm together, Donna first stirred up the subject that was sure to change our lives. Just as I was resting my legs on the arms of a 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 couldn’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, whenever I get the chance, Little John always peeks 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! For your information, 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 on before, and Donna was obviously 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 lusty fluid ran down my fingers from my pussy and dripped onto the floor in front of my 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 had 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 in disbelief for a few seconds before I panicked and covered the hidden parts of my body with a washcloth as if I was waking up from a dream. I figured he probably wanted to use the restroom, so I told him to wait until I was dressed. 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.
This is not the first time my son has “accidentally” come into the bathroom while I was showering. He has seen me naked several times over the past few years. I think it’s probably just a little kid’s teenage angst. Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but stop typing for a moment. 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 even took off my panties and bra and wriggled around the house a bit.
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 engrossed 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 finger out of my quivering pussy and rubbed the lewd liquid that was smeared on it on my thigh while typing with my other hand, my mind blank. I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of my lewdness as I put my lewd-stained finger in my mouth and sucked on it.
Me: I still am. 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 shudder at the sight of her question. If I admitted to this treacherous question, then I would surely be seen as a very scary woman by most people.
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. Looks like 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: Ooohhh …… been fantasizing about it just now.
I can’t believe I’m just admitting it. After the “accident” in the bathroom the other day, John ran to his room and must have masturbated. I did the same thing myself. I still remember going back to my bedroom, lying on the big bed with my legs up and apart, my fingers rubbing my clitoris quickly, then thrusting into my vagina and jerking it around, and all I could think about was having 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 was getting hot as if I was on fire between my legs 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 off the line, I concentrated on playing with my pussy. Leaning back in the chair with my legs wide open and all three fingers deep in my pussy, 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 that I wouldn’t wake my son, who was sleeping in the next room.
My body was constantly shaking, partly because of the orgasm from masturbation and partly because I was wondering how my son would react if he saw the lewdness dripping on the chair. My pussy was so wet that a large amount of lewdness squirted out like pee. It was hard to get up from the chair, I stumbled to the bed with sore knees, struggled to climb into bed, and soon fell asleep from exhaustion.
This night, I have 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 peeping. I think it was probably because I hadn’t been able to have a full-blown orgasm in the last month or so, so something sex-related was 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.
After waking up, I hurriedly washed up and prepared breakfast while thinking about how to “tease” my son tonight. After taking care of his breakfast and seeing him off to school on his mountain bike, I hurried off to work. I work for a flower company, and during the day, while processing orders for flowers, I thought about how 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 “tease” with my son was not going to be an easy task. I padded into the bedroom to change and get dinner ready before the kids got home.
Taking off the suit I wore to work, I scrutinized my body in the mirror. As a 41 year old woman, I’ve kept my body in pretty good shape. 1 meter 65 height, 55 kilograms of weight, my body is plump but not bloated, my breasts and hips are quite prominent, with my breasts measuring 36D, my buttocks are firm and firm, my legs are long and straight, and my skin is fair. With such a good body, no wonder my son likes to peek. You’re welcome to say that I’m still a very attractive and beautiful woman to men!
I took off my shirt and unhooked my bra, admiring my impressive breasts in the mirror. My nipples grew harder as my fingers stroked and tweaked them. Then I tugged up the elastic band of my crushed cotton panties and reached down to caress my flat, smooth stomach, secretly envying my still enchanting figure. I redressed the shirt I had just taken off, deliberately leaving a few buttons unbuttoned, and then bent over in the mirror. From my open neckline, I could clearly see my plump 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.
After changing my clothes, I quickly went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for my son and myself. In fact, what I was wearing today wasn’t very different from the past, and I usually walk around the house in baggy shirts and panties, except that in the past I usually wore a bra. I wondered and wondered if my 18 year old son would notice that his old 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 thumped as I turned to greet my son. I knew I shouldn’t be the woman my own son sought after in his heart, but I thought Little John was 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, and his tall, handsome body and strong, thick chest and arms signaled to me that he was already a grown man. With his 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 said lovingly as I reached out and grabbed his thick arm. I caught him staring at my breasts and wondered in my mind if he had noticed that 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 musky, 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 was planted in the lower cupboard, opened the oven door and deliberately bent over to remove the baked egg tart from it. I knew that my lower half, clad only in panties, was fully exposed to my son’s view, and that my pale, long legs and plump ass must have been attractive.
I took out an egg tart and turned to look at my son with a smile on my face. That’s when he stood in the kitchen doorway, one leg outside the door and one inside, staring straight at my thighs and ass. I couldn’t help but laugh and said to him, “Come on, Little John, don’t keep standing around like that.” With that, I turned around and bent down once again to fetch another baked egg tart. 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 “teasing” of my son was making me very nervous. I leaned back against the door of the oven, trembling, and my legs were as hot as if they had been baked in an oven. The crotch of my panties was already soaked with lust, and a strand of it was even running down the base of my thighs. I really want 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. Probably 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, got my emotions under control and handed him the bowl of rice. I could have turned to him and handed him the bowl, but I had a “tease” in mind, so I leaned across the table and handed him the bowl. Naturally, my open neckline opened up due to my movement, and my bra-less breasts were completely exposed to his view.
I could see that Han’s eyes widened in surprise, so it seems that this “teasing” was effective, so I’d better leave it at that. I thought to myself, I kept my posture a little bit, and sat down on the side of the dining table opposite him. The full breasts in my dress stretched a little at the table, almost popping out from the open neckline.
“Mom, it looks so good!” Little Han said excitedly as he looked at the braised pork ribs on his plate. It was obvious that 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, “It can’t be wrong for sure, mom, I love eating your cooking the most.”
An unspoken lustful atmosphere swept across the table, and the palpitating sensation made both of us unsure of what to say. As we ate in silence, I kept wondering what effect my “unintentional” exposure would have on my son’s psyche.
I was a little scared and worried, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous again, but tried to keep my emotions under control. Of course, I was also curious about how my son would react to my “teasing”. I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor, and when I looked down to pick them up, I glanced under the dining table toward my son’s side. I saw that my son’s crotch was bulging.
After dinner, my son offered to help me with the dishes, and I told him, “You’d better go do your homework.”
With a somewhat bemused nod, my son said, “Well, the language arts teacher has assigned two essays and there’s a calculus quiz tomorrow.”
“So yeah, you need to catch up on your homework and review your lessons. But well ……, you can do your homework at the dining room table, as long as you make sure I don’t disturb you while I’m washing the dishes.” I said.
Little John nodded happily, shook his head again, and said, “Of course you won’t interfere.”
And so it was that while I was busy in the kitchen scrubbing plates and washing dishes and clearing up the cutlery, Little John was sitting at the dining table writing his homework. In the process, I needed to bend over and arched my back a lot, and even though I tried not to overdo it, my thighs, ass, and breasts still 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 cleaning up, thinking to myself that my son must not have had much of a mind to focus on his homework. After a while, Little John told me there was an arithmetic problem he didn’t know how to do, and he wanted me to go help him with it. I put down the work I was doing and walked over to him and leaned over to look at the calculation problem in his workbook, my chest resting on his arm. It was while I was helping him with that calculation problem that I noticed his eyes were focused on the opening of my neckline. Even though I didn’t know what to do with that problem, I stayed close to my son’s body and teased him with my body while absentmindedly making silly suggestions.
In the end, I decided that it would be better for my son to study and was ready to get up and leave him. But, just before I left, I once again took the excuse to expose myself. I went and poured him a glass of Coke and took a couple of cookies, and when I returned to the table I purposely leaned down so that the open neckline was right in his eyes, and said to him, “Son, leave these here, and when you’re tired of studying, have some 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 and overwhelmed as 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 closed the door tightly. Lying on my bed, I masturbated frantically as I thought about my son. My panties were already so wet that I could wring water out of them, and my body was trembling with excitement.
It was hard to wait until 10:00 p.m. when Donna and I met for our Internet chat, so I couldn’t wait to turn on my computer and log into 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. It was obvious that Donna was excited 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 put on a loose dress with a zipper in the front. Like your “teasing” idea, I didn’t zipper it up very high, leaving a large neckline, and I didn’t wear a bra underneath. I figured that my son would be able to see everything that was going on inside of me. During breakfast, I “teased” my son as you did, and I’m sure he saw my breasts. Then Earn had to change his pants because he spilled milk on his crotch while staring at my nipples, haha!
I felt my pussy get so hot it was melting as I watched the text she sent me. All I could do was rub my pussy with one hand while typing 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 so sweaty from the tension of teasing my son. When I unzipped the zipper, I suddenly had an evil thought, pretending that I could not open the zipper, and asked Earn to come over to 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 kinky sexual fantasies. I only hurriedly sent her an emoticon of a strange face before I lost myself 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 lustful juices from 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 a sudden 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, would anyone really dare to do such an incestuous and lewd thing? Suddenly, I realized that I was 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. I think I’m probably afraid to play that “teasing” game with him anymore. I know he’s had sexual fantasies about me for a long time, but this time I’m the one who’s 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 wonderful 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 would be appropriate if we continued to “tease” our boys? For me, this is more excitement than I’ve ever gotten from my three boyfriends.
Me: Wow, I feel like I’m really slutty, but I really don’t want to stop now. I think this “teasing” is really fun and I haven’t been this excited 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 was yet afraid to have direct sex with our son, neither of us was apparently willing (or able) to give up teasing him with our sexual games, our latest invention. We exchanged ideas for wanton teasing and agreed to carry out our plan as soon as possible and to keep each other honestly informed of how things were going as soon as possible.
For quite some time now, I’ve been speculating about what my son really thinks in his mind about his mother when he sees me suddenly rambling 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 lower body was always a wet mess.
Now, whenever I stay at home with my son, I feel a very lustful atmosphere surrounding me, my vagina is always wet, and a powerful sexual desire envelops my whole body. My son, Little John, also seemed to be in a state of sexual arousal, his lower body was always bulging, and he locked himself up in his bedroom for longer and longer periods of time. Every time I tidied his room and washed his clothes, I could find dots of semen staining his sheets, pillowcases, underwear and shirts, and even puddles of white male secretions on my underwear. I think he vents at least three to four times a day.
This day, I suddenly thought of a new way to “tease” my son, heart suddenly excited. I took a half day off, drove out of the company, ran to the city’s most upscale sexy lingerie brand store “Victoria’s Secret” women’s lingerie store, spend a high price for their own selection of a few sets of very sexy and exposed underwear. In the evening, I put on those high-class sexy underwear and dressed 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 first opened the bathroom door a little bit, stretched his head to see the door of his son’s room is open, then deliberately said aloud: “Little John, the bathroom how there is no bath towel ah? …… Never mind, don’t come out and don’t peek, I’ll run back to my bedroom naked to get a bath towel to dry my body before I get dressed ah!”
Of course, I knew he would peek. By the time I put on my robe and quietly peeked in on him from my bedroom, I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the door. So I walked quickly into his room, stretched out one finger and tapped him on the forehead and said, “What are you staring 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-line, she told me that she too was playing such revealing games, often “teasing” her son, Earn, in her bikini-like underwear around the house. “I wear underwear that is at least one size smaller than what fits me, so my breasts often fall out of my bra and my pubic hair and labia run out of my panties when I walk back and forth in the house.” She said to me.
Such intimate chatting made both of us curious about each other and very curious to know what the other looked like. So we agreed to buy a webcam and a headset, connect them to our computers, and install MSN for video chatting, 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, freeing up our hands that we used to type. 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 even look like a woman my age. Donna had short, ear-length hair and a slim, trim figure. She was wearing a sleeveless, home-casual dress when we video-chatted, 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 kind of 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 up the hem of my t-shirt and showed her my large breasts as I did so. She laughed out loud while showing me her lovely body as well, 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 had ever had a lesbian experience. I told Donna that I had never had a romantic experience 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 had never had a girlfriend after graduation. As she said this she blushed and told me that she had thought of me while masturbating.
Later, we returned to the subject of our recent teasing of our son. Donna told me that she had been “forgetting” to close her bedroom door when she went to bed at night for the past few days, and that she had been purposely stomping on the covers to expose her naked body without her pajamas.
Donna: My excitable puppy dog ran over to spy on me at least 5 times, and as if he snuck up to my door twice more in the wee hours of the morning when I was using the restroom. While he was peeking at me, I kept my finger 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, having 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. I quickly pulled my hand out in some embarrassment when I realized I was masturbating for the camera.
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 slender legs apart on 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, the cloth at the crotch of which was already wet with lust. Donna smiled and slipped her hand into the 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: Oooooh …… You’re going to love it when you hear it, 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 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 without realizing it, leaving the sash of my robe open a bit. Haha ……, you know what? From the position and angle I was sitting, Little John had a full view of my uncovered pussy ah!
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 excitement of the movie to notice him peeking, and continued to expose myself “inadvertently”. Oh, Donna, I was dying of excitement, my nipples were erect and my pussy was dripping wet. I’m sure my son even saw my open pussy lips and probably the pink flesh of 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 would disappear in front of the camera for a bit in the gaps between my talking and typing. Seeing that I was watching her, Donna neither spoke nor typed any more, just playing with herself for a long time. Then, finally, she 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.
Such talk was enough to drive the women on either side of the screen crazy as we both masturbated desperately to the camera, imagining the mother on the other side of the net teasing her son. The moans of the two reached each other’s ears through the headset, and the lustful, crazed expressions of the two reached each other’s eyes through the video, stimulating every nerve in the other’s body. 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 had 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 chatting a bit more, the night was already very late. We had to work tomorrow and 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 stalling to say goodbye first. In the end, 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 gesture at each other and went offline. My body trembled as I shut down my 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 even know, to talk about having sex with my own son. From one point of view, my thoughts seemed to have gotten out of control, but from another point of view, such a conversation made me feel energized, and my life seemed to have a new motivation and purpose. I don’t yet know what the future may hold, but I’m eager to try and explore.
Almost every night for the next couple of weeks, Donna and I were on an internet video 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 better suited for body-exposing games.
One day I once again ran to the store and picked up some bikini style underwear and a bathing suit for myself, and when I got home I wore them and purposely posed in front of my son in various ways, with the excuse that I wanted to get a man’s opinion and comments on whether or not they would fit me. Little John sat happily on the couch in the living room and watched as I kept changing into narrower and narrower garments as I came out of the bedroom and then stared dead at my half-naked body.
Although I couldn’t figure out which wardrobe Little John preferred, those were the ones that I had followed Donna’s advice and deliberately shopped for garments that were one size smaller than my figure so that my breasts and ass were almost completely exposed. Finally, I changed into the black bikini swimsuit that I had so carefully selected (with my nipples and pussy almost completely exposed), stood in front of Littlejohn and twirled around twice, asking 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 sweet! Every woman loves to hear a handsome man compliment her like that!” I was sure that I would be able to give him a full view of my breasts in this position.
Originally, I thought that black bikini was Little John’s favorite, but when I changed to a red bikini consisting of three smaller pieces of cloth, he showed more surprise and amazement. On those three red pieces of cloth were printed some lewd English words such as FUCK, BITCH, SLUT and so on. Of course I recognized those words, and I actually bought this swimsuit for its lewdness.
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.
“Whoa, whoa, Mom, …… there are bathing suits like that!” Little John gasped, “I wouldn’t dare let you go to the pool in a bathing suit like that.”
I struck a lustful pose and asked him, “Why is that, good son? I thought you said I was sexy like this?”
Little Han nodded vigorously, “Yes, mom, you look just too sexy like that. But I think if you go out wearing such clothes, 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 and force …… raped you.” His eyes were filled with desire, and his hands gripped the cushions of the sofa tightly.
I knew I was playing with fire, and that such an action could have unintended consequences, but my mind was so full of crazy desires that I couldn’t control my behavior. I wished my son would jump on me right now and “rape” me. I turned around, spread my legs, bent over, braced my hands on the floor, and pushed my ass up 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 from under the crotch.
My voice was a little muffled from bending my head down, “Okay then, then I’ll only wear this outfit around the house, and you’re the only one who can see me in it. It’s our little secret.” With that, I wiggled my pouting ass.
Little John’s face turned 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 instantly got as hot as fire. I was also getting incredibly hot between my legs, and lewd water continued to flow from deep inside my body, dripping down my bare thighs and onto the floor. Oh, not only did I orgasm on my own, but I also stimulated my son to orgasm in front of me as well!
Sure enough, as I slowly stood up straight, I could see more clearly that the front of his jeans was getting a big wet spot. I wanted to pounce on him, peel down his pants as hard as I could, and lick the thick liquid off 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 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 judging me.” With that said, I quickly ran back to my bedroom. The moment I entered, I looked back at my son again and saw my sweet son sitting there motionless like a scared little good dog.
“It’s 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 immediately after closing the door to my room I collapsed limply to the floor in front of my bed as another wave of erotic orgasm hit me, and I quickly covered my mouth with my right hand for fear that my screams and moans would be heard by my son outside the door. My left hand quickly rubbed my swollen clitoris, bringing the erotic pleasure to its peak. 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 as 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 vibrators to the camera. My kinky tool was still mail-ordered from an online adult store, encouraged by Donna after my last bikini swimsuit purchase. The thick electric vibrator resembled 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, “Would you 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 gazed into each other’s eyes, not moving, not speaking, just staring for a long time. Despite the distance, I could still deeply feel her needs, her desires, and the same needs and desires that I held within me. 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 couldn’t believe I was doing such a thing. 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 going offline because I wanted to get my plan together again. After exchanging “good nights” and “I love yous”, we got offline. I wanted to go to sleep, but the plan in my head kept me awake. I was sure it would work. From the way the teasing game was going, it wouldn’t be too hard to get my son into bed.
The next day was quite hectic at work, and I didn’t even have a little bit of free time until 4pm. I took some time off from work because Little John said they were having a basketball game in the afternoon and wanted me to go and see it. At the school, I sat with some of the parents at the court and cheered for the kids, and I was filled with happy pride as I watched them come alive. Little John was the absolute star of the team, and his perfect play allowed his team to win the game.
I was so happy that I kept standing 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 it, my lower body immediately became moist. 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, and Littlejohn’s team won by 23 points 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 he 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 smiled broadly in return, 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 okay. Then I gave him a hundred dollars and said to him, “Go have a good time with your classmates. However, I want you to come back early in the evening, no later than …… “I looked down at my watch, it’s almost 6 o’clock, and Donna and I have arranged to meet at 10 p.m. on the Internet, “It can’t be later than 9:30 p.m. 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 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.”
Looking at Little John’s back as he left with his classmates, I felt that my son was getting taller and taller. I waved my hand at their distant figures, feeling very sweet in my heart. I hope he can come home early, I have more important things waiting for him to do.
When I got home, since I didn’t have to cook dinner for my son anymore, 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 all this, the female odor of my body emanated from the hidden places and stimulated my sensitive nerves. Although I seemed calm on the surface, my heart and every cell inside my body were excited by the upcoming night. I couldn’t stop my pussy from dripping at the thought of my son’s embrace just now.
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 looked pretty good, the recent intensified workout had yielded good results, my abdomen was tight and spread out without much flab, it looked quite sexy. Turning around, I saw that my ass was tightly wrapped in small triangular panties, plump and elastic. Turning back, I saw my bra-less breasts hidden in a small halter top, hidden and surging.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. After a few weeks of interacting with Donna and enthusiastically “teasing” my son with sexual games, I felt myself getting more and more aroused. Looking at my very revealing clothes, I laughed inwardly at how sexy I still looked! Not to mention, the fact that I was getting compliments from my son and making him cum showed that I was still very attractive.
Such thoughts greatly boosted my confidence and fueled my desire for wild sexual enjoyment. Now, there are a lot of 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 don’t have the body or the looks that I once had, 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 rambling that my son came home, he came home at 9:20 p.m. I was curled up on the couch watching TV when he walked into the house. My son was so tall, so handsome, and fully grown man. He had already showered in the school bathroom after the game and had 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, about his school, and about various activities at school. He also inquired about my work, asking with concern if I was busy and tired. But it was such a commonplace chat that caused waves to rise within me, as I felt a constant flow of lust from my lower flesh hole, and my nipples tingled with the friction of the little halter top. I could smell the scent of female desire emanating from my own body, and I was sure Little John could smell it too. I could see that the front of his pants had already raised a small tent, and his body’s reaction was already exposed.
We continued to chat aimlessly, and later started discussing what we should do to relax over the weekend, whether we should go to the movies, or find a nice restaurant for a handful of meals. I glanced at the wall clock every now and then, and when I saw that it was already 9:50, I stood up and stretched, unintentionally tugging 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 orchid fabric had turned darker.
“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 John replied, disappointment in his voice, “I’m going to go watch the NBA reruns on TV then, the Mavericks are playing the Spurs today.”
I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, “Uh, okay, 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!” With 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 made me feel even more flustered. It was hard to log in and see that Donna was already online waiting for me. Turning on the webcam, I finally saw this intimate partner who pursued incestuous desire with me again.
She also looked a little nervous, her brow furrowed on her pretty face, and there were even some fine beads of sweat on her tiny nose. She was wearing a shirt with a very low opening, and the upper part of her breasts were completely exposed to view. 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 burst out laughing so hard we could hardly speak. It was hard to control ourselves, and we began to communicate 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 anything.
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, I turned to the door and said loudly, “Little John, can you come over here for a minute?”
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, it’s just that I want you to help me. But first I want to introduce you to Aunt Donna. Come here, you see? She’s my best online friend, Aunt Donna, so come on and say hello.”
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 in response. 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 wouldn’t leave Earn’s handsome face and his toned body. Wearing a tight T-shirt on top and a pair of dark jeans underneath, Earn looked spry and energetic. After listening to Donna’s introduction, Earn greeted us with a friendly smile on his face.
“His name is Earn, he’s 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 a few months of communication. Recently, you and my son Xiao Han may have noticed that the behavior of our two women is a little …… I mean dress-wise, a little strange, isn’t it?
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 also reddened, 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! Yes!” 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 exploring what it takes to be the sluttiest mom ever. In the end, we realized that the only way we can achieve our wish is with your help. Earn, your mom and I are going to play a game of who is braver than the other, while you and my son have to cooperate with us well, are you willing? 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 ……, this game is hard 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 she heard me say 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 so strong and warm that I couldn’t help but want to open my mouth and stick my tongue into his. But before I could 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 were out of his mouth, Earn immediately bent down and kissed his mom, parting her lips forcefully and slipping his tongue inside. Donna reached out and wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, her lips pressed tightly against her son’s mouth, and slipped her tongue into his and stirred it as well. It was obvious that mom’s and son’s tongues were moving in and out of each other’s mouths, entwining, 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.
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 lechery that completely reversed traditional morals and values. Turning back, I looked over my naked shoulder toward my son, who was like a small child who wanted a delicious cake very badly but was afraid of being scolded by his parents, having 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 crack between my legs. “So smooth.” Little John gasped. My son’s stroking was so comfortable, I hated that those 30 seconds had gone by so quickly.
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 down on his mom’s shoulders, turning 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 thought that Donna was probably so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn’t know what she was doing. Looking at her full, 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’m nappy!” 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 lift 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.
My moans shouted into Little John’s mouth as my breasts, so desperately in need of stimulation, changed shape in my son’s large hands, one moment pinched into a long strip, the next pressed into a fleshy pancake; my nipples caught between his fingers, rubbed and pinched, one moment lifted, the next pressed into mounds of flesh. I lifted my arms around my son’s head and anchored his mouth to my lips, kissing as intimately as a couple could.
The 30 seconds went by so quickly that we parted our lips with some reluctance and couldn’t help but 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 commands Donna wanted me to issue 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. As Earn’s hand went in, I saw Donna’s body shudder 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 hand went back and forth in his underwear, rubbing his mom’s most private spot as 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 his playtime was up, 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 at Earn’s retreat. Earn held his hand, which had just been in his mom’s panties, out in front of the camera, and Immediately Little John and I saw that his fingers were covered in the lewd juices that had flowed from Donna’s cunt and glistened in the light. After showing his fingers repeatedly in front of the camera, Earn stuck them in his mouth 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. “Oooh, nice and cozy ……” I couldn’t help but squeal out loud as soon as my son’s hand touched my pussy lips. It was such an incredible feeling to have my son’s fingers inside my mom’s pussy. A very sweet and very shocking pleasure spread deep inside my body as my son’s fingers went deeper.
“Ahhhhh ……, yes, that’s it, …… you’re finger raping your mommy, my baby boy! …… You’re almost in my womb, ah……” I stammered and panted, my crotch bone pushing upward as hard as I could, hoping that my son’s finger would plunge deeper. Little John’s finger plunged deep and withdrew, and kept flexing up, 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 to lift itself out of the chair. However, 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 yes, 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 was so excited I didn’t even know what to say 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 asking her to 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 and took hold of the long hardened rod. Donna then turned her head, raised her eyebrows at me, and then slowly began to slip her hand around the large rod in her hand. Seeing Earn’s cock so majestic, I felt so excited and itchy that I really wanted to have that thick dick in my cunt and thrust it hard. 30 seconds were up, and Donna lassoed it a few more times quickly 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 down his underwear, and just as my hand touched his swollen cock, John immediately gave a low 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 cunt was once again on fire and itching, and I really wanted this thick thing shoved in right away to fill my emptiness and fulfill my desire. In the past, I had seen the big bulge 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 cock was this big and beautiful, I would have become his lover a long time ago, right?
I looked back at the computer screen as I lashed my son’s cock 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, while I was secretly comparing Little John’s cock to her son’s. It was hard to portray exactly the difference between them, but I felt that Earn’s was a little longer, while Little John’s was 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’s glans, then I turned the angle to get a better shot for the camera. I stuck out my tongue and licked up from 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, reached down and took hold of her son’s cock, stuck her tongue out and licked the big reddish purple glans first, eating the silvery discharge that oozed from the horse’s eye into her mouth, then took the big rod deep into her mouth, gulping the glans all the way down her throat. Her lips wrapped tightly around the mesmerizingly hard meat, 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 from his viewpoint how his mom was sucking his cock. Her eyes were lustful and filled with pure bliss as her lips moved up and down on the thick cock, her saliva coating the rod and glistening crystal clear in the light.
Me: Hey, okay, 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 up and reached down to cup his mom’s face, moving her head away from his crotch. Donna looked a little upset and turned her face to look at 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 flushed red for a moment and he looked very embarrassed. But he was obviously more eager to know what Mom’s pussy tasted like, so he still moved between my legs as instructed and slowly removed my panties. He held the freshly removed panties in front of his nose, sniffed them greedily, and then said, “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 ran down from them onto his hand.
Dropping my panties, Little John 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, the proficiency made me hard to believe that it was the first time he licked and ate a woman’s private parts, had he already had skin-to-skin contact 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.
“Ohhhhh …… my sweet, sweet son, you’re making me feel so good! ……” I pushed my crotch bones as hard as I could, pressing my pussy as tightly as I could against my son’s face, and pulled his hair with my hand and pressed his head hard toward my crotch. Then I also picked up the camera and shot it 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 moaned 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 was an even more exciting part to come. So I pushed his head fondly, wanting him to stop his assault on my pussy, but Little John obviously couldn’t get enough of it either, and 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 swath of tender red flesh, as if he wanted to rip that delicious slit off and eat it. Ohhhh! It was just too exciting! In just a few seconds, my son was going to take 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 mother and tenderly removed his mother’s panties, leaving her seemingly completely naked (although Donna’s upper body was still clothed, her breasts were exposed). Donna spread her legs apart and shifted her ass a bit 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 return to that warm, welcoming embrace once again. Earn brought his index, middle and ring fingers together and slowly inserted them into his mom’s cunt before he began to twitch.
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 stroked and played 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 lustful and exciting scene watching my son and I sucking and finger raping each other. Yes, it was like 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 the cock he had stuck in my mouth. My tongue flicked over the smooth skin of his hard cock, sucking gently but forcefully.
Such a feeling is just too exciting and obscene. It was unbelievable that this kind of behavior, forbidden and despised by the world, this immoral practice severely punished by the existing laws, could happen between us, mother and son, in this way. I knew that I could never get such intense and unforgettable pleasure of sexual intercourse from another man, because such pleasure came from the mind and body together, and no touch and love 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 from 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’ll be the most shameless incestuous moms in the world!
I stood up as well and sat my son in the chair in front of 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 and bent down toward Little John, who was sitting in the chair, and said, as I stroked his cock and kissed him on the lips, “That’s 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 was going to make an end to this moment. Donna and I were pushing our relationship with our son toward the depths of the abyss, about to break through the last line, all the traditional moral bonds. 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 reflection in a mirror, shrugging our bodies as one – both of us mounted on top of our own sons, soon 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, to be brave enough 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 jerked downward together. Donna instantly rounded her eyes and moaned loudly as if she were crying, and I suddenly realized that my long empty flesh 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. Oooh! We had finally napped our sons! We had birthed them in our own wombs, given them vibrant life through our vaginas, and now they were returning to the place that had given them birth with the most private and precious part of their bodies. Oooh! A great sense of guilt made my movements a little hesitant, and a greater sense of elation and pleasure made me bravely sit downward toward it! This was heavenly joy! This is heavenly bliss!
Time seemed to stop, light seemed to freeze, and the sensations between my legs were rapidly expanding, the pleasure of sexual desire 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 air as they grew stronger. 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 almost 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 sexual desire had made my consciousness a little fuzzy, I was still able to clearly feel every throb of his thick cock deep inside me. “Ohhhhhhh …… my baby, your cock is so majestic, you’re making me so good! …… My good Haner ……” I murmured, “Your thing is just too big, baby!”
“Your cunt is just 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 on my back, his tongue licking quickly 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 and panting heavily on her son’s cock. Earn reached out and embraced her, his fingers teasing and rubbing her nipples, jerking his crotch so that they were slowly moving mother and son up and down. As I watched them move, I slowed down too, rubbing my pussy lips and ass against Littlejohn’s scrotum.
“Oooooooh, …… mom, this feels so good, so good ……” my son moaned, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. I wiggled around as I communicated 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 coherent words anymore, but you can’t blame me! 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 endless pleasure my son’s cock was giving me. I couldn’t get my feet to the floor because he was holding me, so I was at his mercy. Ohhhh! 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 vagina, 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 as she wiggled her calves in and out of his son’s body, rubbing her wet cunt against the thick cock that his son had stuck inside her. From the camera, I could clearly see Donna’s swollen pussy lips, and I could almost hear the sound of their mother and son’s pussies fluttering 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 cock was like a blazing torch igniting the endless fire of lust in me, and his cock continued to rise in my cunt. His large glans pressed against the opening of my uterus, 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 uterus.
On the computer screen in front of me, the sight of Donna and her son having sex caught my attention. With each thrust, Earn buried his cock deep into his mom’s pussy, causing her to howl as hard as she could with her mouth wide open. The lewd images and my son’s desperate thrusts made me lose control of my body no longer, I felt like my heart and body were going to explode, “Ohhhh …… my god, I’m going to come, Little John, mommy’s about to come! ……”
The flames of orgasm erupted outward from my cunt, the muscles of the folded inner walls of my cunt wrapping even more forcefully around my son’s cock, watering the sinful and extraordinarily seductive blossom of incest with my own lustful juices and the fluids seeping out of my son’s cock. The orgasm I was experiencing from my son’s nappy made it difficult for me to control my emotions, and a scream made me look like a lewd, shameless bitch. The overpowering sexual pleasure made my body and mind quiver and ache. I looked back at Donna on the computer screen, who was just as lost in boundless lustful pleasure as I was.
“Ohhhh …… mom, your vagina is too …… tight …… I… …I’m …… going to cum …… going to cum, mom ……” Little John wailed as if he were crying, his overly excitement made his voice change tone.
As his body throbbed, I felt his cock inside me swell and grow, the raging semen 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 corner of my body.
I was so lost in intense pleasure that nothing else existed in the world at that moment, only my own orgasm and that of my son. I was lost in the enjoyment of carnal desires, in the intense impact that the sin and love of incest brought to me, and in the lewd atmosphere that my son and I created together. Little John was like a perpetual motion machine, his thick penis kept ramming into my cunt, continuously pouring large streams of semen into my meat hole. 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, Mommy.” 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 drenched in sweat and her naked body was covered in sweat, glistening white in the light. Her breasts were quivering, her chest was heaving violently, and she was panting heavily. 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 lustful and exciting.
On my side, my son’s semi-soft penis was still inserted in my vagina and I didn’t want it to run out at all. I felt a stream of fluid, or more specifically, my son’s semen, flowing slowly through my vagina. I have to admit, the sensation was 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, giving all 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? 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, there’s only 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 lie back down on top of her son, spread her legs widely, dipped two fingers in her son’s cum, then raised her head, looked at me with lewd eyes, and slowly put her cum-stained fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking the sticky cum vigorously. Looking at her lewd appearance, I couldn’t help but let out a long breath.
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 and spoke 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?
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