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101 Fornications
I'd come home that afternoon, after a short and
stressful day at work, looking for nothing more
than a long hot shower and a good hard fuck from
my husband Ken. I'd been disappointed when I'd
seen his note taped to the bathroom mirror. Ken
had been called away on a last minute business
trip. He was the local public works commissioner,
and lately he'd been researching a new bridge
project the county had proposed. I hadn't seen him
much at all lately and now he was on his was to
Chicago for some bridge convention.
I considered pouting for a minute before I took my
shower and changed into something more
comfortable. I changed into a sexy summer dress
that Ken had always hated. He didn't like the fact
that it showed off my long legs and my 36DD
breasts. I normally didn't wear it, but I was
incredibly horny and when I'm that over-sexed I
like to wear sexy clothes.
I decided to play with my vibrator after I got
dressed and I lay down on my bed. I turned on the
television, in an attempt to drown out my moans,
and played with my pussy until I exploded in one
satisfactory moan. Masturbating felt good, but it
was no comparison to my husband's eight-inch cock.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I hadn't
thought anyone was home, turning the television on
had become a habit, and I was surprised to see
Justin, my eighteen year old son, sitting at the
kitchen table looking at a parts catalogue for
vintage roadster he had been rebuilding for the
past two years. It would probably never run, but
my husband and I indulged him. Brandon was my only
son and the older of my two children. Stephanie
was six, and she'd be home from her after-school
program in an hour.
I talked to Brandon for a few minutes before
retreating to our living room to read a book I'd
recently bought. I tried to ask him questions that
would let me know how long he'd been home, but he
didn't give me any direct answers. I figured he
hadn't been home long and I headed off to the
family room.
I read for the next few hours until Stephanie
asked for dinner and I got up to order pizza.
Brandon joined us for dinner in front of the
television. When we couldn't find anything to
watch, Brandon and I let Steph pick a pay per view
movie. I lost interest in it pretty quickly, but
when I tried to get up Brandon grabbed my hand and
pulled me back down onto the couch.
"Please mom; don't leave yet," he whispered.
I obliged and sat back down. Brandon moved closer
to me and continued to hold my hand. I thought
nothing of it. Stephanie fell asleep as the movie
approached its last fifteen minutes and I let go
of Brandon's hand so I could carry her up to her
room.
When I came back downstairs ten minutes later
Brandon was still watching the movie. I sat back
down on the couch and he grabbed my hand again.
"Is it okay if I turn it?" He asked.
"Please," I laughed.
He flipped through the pay per view channels and
suddenly stopped on a channel where a beefy man
was energetically humping a sweaty playmate. They
were both moaning in pleasure. The movie's title
was displayed in the bottom right hand corner of
the screen, '101 Fornications' it said.
I started to turn bright red and even considered
grabbing for the remote. It was making me even
hornier than I already was. Brandon seemed
oblivious to my discomfort and I decided to grab
the remote. It was lying in his lap and I turned
toward him and grabbed for it.
At the same moment I reached for it Brandon turned
and forcefully pressed his lips against mine while
he pressing my hand hard into his lap. He had a
massive erection! I could feel it throbbing
beneath my hand. He had caught me off guard and I
didn't know what to do. I was so horny, but this
was so wrong. I jerked back away from him and
stood up.
He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back down
onto the couch. He got on top of me and started to
kiss me harder and rub my tit. It felt so good.
"Please mom," he whispered. "I know you want to."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but this time
I didn't pull away. I could feel his cock
throbbing against my leg and it was making me
wetter by the second.
Brandon propped himself up and ripped open my
sundress. Ken wouldn't have to think about it
again, I thought naughtily. My bra was a front
hook and Brandon unlatched it. He buried his head
in my mountainous breasts and teased my nipples
with his fingers and his mouth until I thought I
would cum. He then moved down to my hips and I
lifted my ass off the couch so he could slip off
the remainder of the dress. He ripped off my
undies and spread my legs. He began by fingering
me, but then he replaced his fingers with his
tongue. Not even Ken was as good as eating me as
Brandon was.
I came over and over, I had been multi-orgasmic
when I was younger and I was surprised to be
experiencing the sensations again. I'd thought
that they just disappeared with age, I was
thirty-nine after-all. Yet here I was feeling all
those old wonderful feelings.
Brandon licked my pussy for a few minutes longer
before he stood up. He stripped off his shirt and
then his pants and boxers. His cock was
astounding; it was nearly ten inches. I could
hardly contain myself. I sat up on the couch and
reached out for his velvet smooth meat. I wrapped
my manicured fingers around it and pulled him
closer to my face. I licked his swollen cockhead
first before I moved onto his entire shaft;
tracing and zigzagging my tongue all over the
veiny underside. I had a difficult time fitting
all of him down my throat but I managed. I'd had
my tonsils out when I was eighteen and all the
guys had loved it. Each time I crammed him down my
slick throat I felt him come closer to exploding.
Oh, I wanted his cum so bad! I moved my hand and
mouth all over his hot cock. As I increased the
pressure his moans and breathing got louder.
"God, mom you are so good at this." I looked up at
him while I bobbed up and down on his meaty pole.
He was smiling broadly. I milked his cock wildly
until he pulled away from me. He was smiling down
at my confused and pouty expression. He leaned
over and kissed me deeply before he pulled me off
the couch onto the floor.
I got on my hands and knees and he positioned his
cock against the wet steamy lips of my swollen
labia. I pushed back against him and his cockhead
breached the opening of my dripping vagina.
"Does mommy want to fuck her little boy?" He
whispered in my ear as he leaned over my back. He
began to slowly ease himself forward until I was
completely full with his sizzling meat. He grabbed
my hips and began to fuck me harder. I was close
to an orgasmic epiphany every second he slammed
back and forth within me, all the while grinding
his balls into my eager clit. He reached down and
played with my erect nipples, pinching and
tweaking as he grunted and breathed loudly.
I was making so much noise, but I didn't care.
This was the best sex I'd ever had in my entire
life. We came like a thousand waves smashing
against huge rocks in the surf. I lost myself for
a lifetime and came back in the comfort of my
son's taut and muscular arms.
Today we made love for the 101st time in honor of
the movie that brought us together. It was
special, like our anniversary. I know I'll never
forget it and hopefully, neither will you.
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