My tongue lapped furiously through her. I would show her how a rich bitch ate cunt. She gasped and moaned. Pleasure crossed her dark face. She ran her tongue over her thick lips. She cooed and purred, loving what I was doing to her.
“Oh, yes, that’s it!” she moaned. “Just a good little pussy licker, eh, you pervert bitch?”
“Uh-huh!” I moaned then found her clit.
I swirled my tongue around her hard nub nestled in her pussy lips. I caressed it, fluttered against it. My own cunt clenched as I remembered my brother doing all those naughty things to my clit. My little bud throbbed in my panties as I latched my lips on hers.
Sucked.
She gasped. Her back arched, her fake tits bouncing in her chest. She twisted her fingers through my hair as she gasped out in rapture. Her cream flowed out of her, coating my chin and running down my throat. She whimpered.
“Fuck, yes!” she gasped as her body shook.
Juices gushed out of her, spilling over my mouth.
“Such a good, little pervert bitch!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes!”
I lapped at her tangy folds, gathering the cream gushing out of her. I licked her up, my own cunt burning. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my cunt until I had a frothy explosion. I kept licking her, teasing her, sending more and more waves through her.
I would pay her. I would get Daddy’s dick in me. It would be incredible.
Her back arched a final time. She let out a throaty moan and then her shoulders slumped. She panted and then stumbled back from me, wrenching her pussy from my mouth. I panted, cunt juices dribbling down my throat. Her head shook as she bumped into the table, planting her hand on it as she fanned her face.
“Oh, wow, you’re good at that,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks burning, my face on fire.
“So, you keep being a good, little pussy licker, Maria, and I’ll help your daddy overcome his aversion to incest.” She winked at me. “Then you’ll get what you want.”
“I need it soon,” I said, my body trembling. “Real soon!”
She sauntered to me, leaned over, and patted my cheek, a big smile on her lips. “I’m sure it won’t be too long.”
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Sean Reenburg
It was a long day working at my mother’s law office. I had no idea how to make up for what happened last Friday. I had massaged her tits, groping those big, lush mounds. I made her cum just from nipple play. But it snapped her out of it. She was embarrassed, even ashamed, of what happened. She wanted to pretend that it didn’t happen.
She hardly talked to me at all today, staying in her office.
How was I supposed to seduce her before Maria got her pussy wrapped around dad’s dick? She was at his office right now. I expected the triumphant text to come at any time.
Meanwhile, I was stuck in this office, my skin tense, my stomach twisting. Mrs. Nielson, the old woman hired as a temp while my mom’s normal paralegal was on maternity leave, was always around. She was puttering from place to place. Worse, Mom would only be in the room with me when that old bitch was around.
I just wanted to grab my mom. I wanted to touch her. To kiss her. To do all those things I did to Maria to Mom.
She was such a beauty. Blonde, like Maria. Only mom had bigger tits. She had that lush, mature build of a woman with experience. Maria was a budding flower, gorgeous and sensual and delicious, but she wasn’t forbidden fruit.
She wasn’t the woman who carried me in her womb and birthed me.
I wanted to slide my cock back in her. I wanted to fuck her hard. To bend her over her desk and fuck her. My dick was hard all day. Frustration built and built in me. I needed satisfaction. I wanted it from Mom.
Needed it from mom.
She appeared out of her office. “Mrs. Nielson, do you have that research I need?”
“I’ve almost got it,” the old woman said, looking up from her desk.
“I got it, Mom,” I said, staring at her. “I can show it to you.” In your office. Alone.
“No, no, I need it from my paralegal. She knows what she’s doing.” She fixed her blue eyes on me for a moment then looked away. She pushed up her glasses, giving her a naughty librarian vibe, only making her sexier. Even in the frumpy outfit she wore today, her blouse buttoned up to her neck, her skirt long, past her knees.
I’d never seen her dress so conservatively before. She was afraid of what I gave her. How could I overcome that fear?
“Mom, I know how to do this,” I said. “I’m here to learn.”
“And you are,” she said. “Now, why don’t you run out and get us lunch. I’m feeling like Greek. Sound good?”
“Fine,” I muttered.
As I fetched lunch, my mind worked on the problem. I couldn’t see any way to get around it. I needed Mrs. Elliston’s advice, but she was out on maternity leave. Her son, who was also her lover, wouldn’t pass along my messages, saying she had to focus on being a mother.
I wanted to scream out my frustration.
The line at the Greek restaurant was long. They were busy, and I was hard the entire time.
My balls simmered through the day, growing fuller and fuller. Part of me wanted to go jack off, but I hadn’t masturbated in months. Not when I had a horny sister who would take care of me. Besides, I didn’t want to imagine fucking my mom.
I wanted to actually fuck her.
I checked my phone every minute, waiting for that damned text from my sister. It would be gloating, triumphant. I would have to give her my Corvette. I wouldn’t get to breed her. I wanted that so much. I wanted her and mom to be pregnant with my child at the same time.
I stewed through the afternoon. Every time Mom would emerge, I would smile at her, stand up, letting her see how much I’d grown up. I felt her eyes flicking at me. I felt there was something in that gaze. Like she knew I had grown up. That I was a man now, twenty and ready to please her.
Then she’d scurry away into her office.
Finally, the day came to an end. I wondered if she would even drive home with me. On Friday, she sent me home alone, giving me her keys pretending she had to work late. I was rock hard, my balls aching. It was painful to be hard this long.
I slipped into the passenger seat, glancing at her skirt covering her thighs. Even with that baggy garment, I could see the outline of her toned thighs. I wanted to touch her, stroke her. Grope her. It would be so incredible to touch her. To make her purr and gasp. I would give her such wicked thrill.
“Maybe you should drive yourself in,” Mom said. “You have that nice car your father bought you. Shame you’re not using it.”
“Oh,” I said, my stomach growing tense.
She nodded her head. “Yes, yes, you should be driving around in that car, not wasting your summer in my law office.” She gave me a motherly smile while her voice sounded… strained. “Meet some girls.”
“I don’t mind,” I said. “There’s time for girls when I get out of law school.”
“There won’t be,” she said, shaking your head. “You’re young. You should be enjoying yourself, not cooped up with your old mom.”
“You’re not old,” I said, glancing at her.
Her cheeks went pink. “Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. So, tomorrow, you’ll drive your own car, and you can leave when you want.”