Will Wanton’s
Smut
Jennifer's Surprise
Chapter 2
This story contains:
Gender Combo’s: Hetero FM.
Sex Acts: oral.
Fetishes / Other: incest (mother / son); dirty talk; hairy vagina.
Chapter 2
“Remember that night that you confessed to me you had those fantasies about
Mark? Well, honey, here is your surprise. You wanted your son, and I’m giving
him to you.”
Tim’s words registered in Jennifer’s brain, but they seemed to come from a
distance. It all seemed hazy. She had indeed confessed her incestuous desires to
Tim one night, and it had turned him on immensely and they fucked like rabbits
for the rest of the night.
But of all the fantasies she had, this surely had to be the one she expected
least to ever happen. After all, what are the odds of a woman having sexual
desires for her son, AND her husband respecting that, AND her son being willing,
all at once.
Yet here he was, her son. Lying on her marriage bed, completely naked lying in a
position he had to be in because her husband told him it made her mouth water.
Conflicting thoughts were going through Jennifer’s mind. He was her son, this
wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not out of fantasy; She should get dressed;
She should feel ashamed; This was all just a dream.
Yet Jennifer’s perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son
lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn’t want to get
dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were
running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realizing she was
standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son
could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her
twat, see her matted bush and the pink slit in between, and she loved that fact.
She was going to be an incestuous mother and fuck the shit out of her own son
and she loved that fact. Her own husband was going to be present and would like
it, and she loved that fact. Finally, Jennifer could be everything she really
wanted to be. The kind of freak she was all along.
“Well, honey. Whatever it is that you feel like doing; go right ahead. After
admitting your fantasy about Mark to me I told you how much it would turn me on
to just watch you, so that’s what I’m gonna do for the time being.”
Again Jennifer heard what Tim said, but almost as if in a dream. She would thank
him for his surprise later.
Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was
thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom,
her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the
little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with
a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nut
sack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making
the sack hang almost in front of his asshole. A black forest of hair obscuring
the rest of his crack.
Jennifer’s mouth had begun to water, and without even noticing it, her hands
were leading their own lives. One hand was squeezing one of her tits, and
rolling a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, another hand had
disappeared between her legs, its fingers rubbing into the pink slit. Rubbing up
and down, rubbing the sticky juices into her entire crotch, showing the
delectable pink gash to her son as her fingers rubbed upward and the fingertips
strummed her clit.
Aside from mouth-watering and playing her body with her hands, Jennifer was also
groaning, a low rumble coming from the pit of her throat. Her hips were swaying
as she kept ogling the powercock belonging to her own flesh and blood as her
husband had silently settled himself into a chair, watching his wife, wondering
what she would do first.
Mark was still grinning as his mother seemed to be in a world of her own,
playing with her body as she stared at his cock as if hypnotized. He then threw
oil on the fire by grabbing his cock in a hand and squeezing it, making the
purple head bulge and a stream of precum ooze from his piss-slit, coating the
top of his index finger. Slowly he pumped up and down, making his balls jiggle
and dance between his thighs, his foreskin playing peek-a-boo with the head of
his cock. Jennifer’s fingers were now noisily and sloppily digging in and out of
her leaking snatch. The rubbing fingers making the pubic hairs that were still
relatively dry rustle, but making slurping and squishing sounds as they invaded
her pussy hole.
“My son,” Jennifer whispered dreamily. “My son is on my bed waiting
for ME. And that cock…that gorgeous, big fucking cock is his.”
“That’s right, mom,” Mark told his fingering mother, “I’m waiting for
you with this cock. Its yours to do with as you please whenever you want it.
Come take your son, mom. Come to you own flesh and blood and do whatever you
want.”
Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling
over her son’s legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his
musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her
son’s eyes. The look she exchanged with Mark was a mixed one. A look that
betrayed not only the lust they were feeling for each other, but also the fact
that both of them were aware that they were mother and son, and that that was
precisely what caused this lust in the first place. The acts they were about to
perform were between a mother and her son, and that’s what was going to make it
so hot for them. Mark took his mother’s glasses off of her face, setting them on
the nightstand.
And then Jennifer paid attention to her son’s meat again.
Mark took his sticky hand away, leaving his cock shaft smeared with his precum.
Without much pause Jennifer then replaced his hand with hers. Her small, warm
hand grabbed the shaft, feeling the stickiness. She felt the warmth of it, the
power of it in the palm of her hand. She then pointed it toward her face, and
settled her nose against the moist, sticky head of it. Then she inhaled
powerfully, smelling the odor of her son’s cock in her very soul. She took it
from her nose again, making and breaking small strands of precum that connected
his purple crown with the tip of her nose. Jennifer panted and so did Mark, as
she then slowly moved her hand up and down in wonder, looking the tool in her
hand over, watching it’s actions and movements from the tip to his balls as she
slowly jerked him. Watching the balls dance up and down. Watching the piss slit
open slightly and closing with each pump, making clear fluids ooze out and
coating her index finger.
Feeling the skin of his shaft move up and down over his meat.
She let go for a moment and looked at the juices on her index finger. His
precum.
She then looked her son straight in the eye as she stuck out her tongue and
dragged it along her finger with a passionately grimacing face, savoring it’s
taste.
“So good,” she slithered.
She then took hold of the cock again and never letting go of her gaze into his
eyes, started circling her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his
precum as it oozed out of his piss hole each time she squeezed his shaft.
Mark felt his mother’s tongue go around and over his sensitive cock-tip as she
pumped him, and the tongue-lashing was driving him nuts. Her tongue was tickling
him at the same time it was almost hurting him with pleasure. And all the while
his thoughts kept repeating the same thing over and over again:
“My mother’s tongue is licking my cock. My mother’s tongue is licking my cock.”
Being a true mother, she and her boy thought a lot alike, as she too was
repeating the same phrase in her mind:
“I’m licking my own son’s cock. I’m licking my own son’s cock.”
Mother and son were reveling in the incestuous deed with ultimate abandon, as
Jennifer licked stream after stream of precum from Mark’s purple head and at the
same time pumping his dick with a tight grip. She enjoyed his smell as she
dipped the tip of her tongue into his piss slit as deep as it would go,
mini-fucking his piss slit with the tip of her tongue, using it to spoon out
more of her son’s tasty dick liquids.
In the corner, Tim was sitting in a chair, his pants around his ankles, jerking
his cock as he watched his wife enjoying their son.
Read further in Chapter 3...
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