I found, to my amazement, that I was getting hard again. The incredible experience of turning my own voluptuous mother into a quivering sex slave was beyond even my wildest fantasies. If anyone ever found out...
}This must be our secret. I will be his secret whore, and nobody else will ever know what he does for me.{ This one slid in slickly again; I guess deep inside she had been worrying about it.
I decided to keep pushing reinforcement into her receptive mind, shaping her slut persona for my personal satisfaction.
}I'm a wanton whore at heart, and I'm his shameless slut now, my own son's sex toy whenever he wants me. He has mastered me, bending me to his will, and I love it... I want it... I NEED to be ruled by his lust for his mommy slut. No man could do this for me like he can. I am the luckiest woman on Earth, having a son to satisfy my whorish passions.{
I reached for those magnificent breasts I'd yearned for all those years, squeezing them and tugging on her erect nipples. She moaned aloud. Her hot red lips sought my erect member and sucked it into her mouth's warmth, the erotic sight disappearing behind the auburn veil of her hair. Her fingers with their sexy red-capped nails grasped my buttocks, pulling me desperately into her greedy maw.
I pushed her away. "It's time for more now, don't you think, Samantha? My horny little whore mommy needs to show me what she can do with that hot body of hers." She shuddered in arousal and anticipation at my words. |