The bathroom was well-lit, with a shower tucked away in the corner. Otis and Karen made their way inside, with Otis turning on the water in the shower while Karen headed towards the vanity. She opened the door and took out a bottle, a smile playing on her lips as she turned to face Otis.
“What’s that?” Otis asked, curious about the bottle in Karen’s hand.
Karen’s smile only grew wider. “Shampoo,” she replied. “I need to wash my hair.”
“Well then, let me help you with that,” he said, a playful tone in his voice.
Karen giggled softly, a sound that made Otis’s heart skip a beat. ” otis, that’s the nicest offer I’ve had in…well, in a long, long while,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d love it.””
The two of them stepped into the shower, with Karen sitting down on the ledge that ran around the opening. She leaned her head back, letting the water cascade over her hair as Otis took the showerhead in his hand. It was one of the removable massaging ones that had a hose connecting it to the wall, and Otis began wetting Karen’s hair with it.
Once all her hair was wet, he poured some shampoo into his hands and began massaging it into her long, black locks. Karen let out a contented sigh, her eyes closed in pleasure, as Otis worked the rich lather into her hair and massaged her scalp with his fingers.
“Oh, God, my darling, you can’t imagine how heavenly that feels,” Karen’s purred while he worked the rich lather into her hair and massaged her scalp with his fingers.
“She really does like this,” he thought as he worked his fingers through her lather-covered hair and caressed her scalp. “God, if she was a cat, she’d be purring.”
As she stood there with her back to him, she could feel his body pressing up against hers. She could sense the tension in his muscles as he worked through her hair, and the way his hard cock rubbed against her back only added to her arousal.
After a moment, she let go of me and stepped back, telling me to go ahead and wash up. I took the shampoo and worked it through my hair, facing the showerhead, and rinsed it off.
Suddenly, She stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes, not saying a word. She didn’t feel worried. Yes, she was a little nervous and horny like hell, but most of all, she was confused. She wanted him so badly, yet she knew it was wrong. That hurt. She didn’t need protection from him; she knew that. If she said no, she knew he wouldn’t do anything. But that was the problem: she didn’t want to say no.
They stared at one another without saying a word for what seemed like an eternity, until finally she thought perhaps she had been wrong; perhaps nothing was going to happen after all. The strange thing was, she couldn’t decide whether she was happy or sad about it.
Suddenly, Otis grinned, and then, without any warning, he reached around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips touched hers, and it was like an electric jolt between them. Their mouths separated and their tongues danced, but softly and lovingly this time. They weren’t in a hurry anymore; now they both realized they’d passed the critical point.
She laid a hand on his chest as they kissed. He was so good at kissing her that he easily beat any of his father’s amorous efforts. Her pussycat tingled as she thought about how much better he could become after more practice with her. Oh God! He’s going to fuck me tonight! He really is! It’s going to happen! Her heart practically pounded right out of her chest.
She was all smiles when they finally stopped necking. She looked at him defiantly and said, “You call that a kiss? I thought you were supposed to be my husband!” She looked down at his hands on her waist. “And put your hands somewhere a little more interesting, idiot!”
He loved being called “idiot” because it showed how much she was trying to goad him into action.
He kissed her again, but this time they went back to their usual stance: hands-on asses, her tits, and his erection sliding and grinding over thinly covered skin. But that didn’t last for long because he was eager to get his hands back on her bountiful tits. Within seconds, her straps were back down her arms, and she was back to being effectively topless in his embrace.
It seemed that she’d been rubbing or grinding against his big cock for half the night, but there was something she did now that she’d been longing to do for quite a while: she reached down and closed her fingers around it. His erection poked out from his costume so much that it was like it was encased in a thin sock—a very wet and cum-soaked sock.
She reeled as a new wave of dizziness nearly overwhelmed her.
It was like his thick and long cock was ruling her, dictating what she had to do. Getting him to finally cough had suddenly become her top priority. Dammit! This fuckin’ cocky cock has been bothering me all night! I’ve got to teach it a lesson or two. I’m going to stroke and stroke and stroke until he cums hard! That’ll show him, heh-heh! And then my tongue and lips are going to take over and
Really show him a thing or two!
But that was just the start. As she felt his heavy shaft sliding between her fingers, she knew with dead certainty what was going to happen now: I’m going to let my son fuck me tonight! For real! For abso-fuckin’-lutely real! Chills ran through her. She was still plagued with guilt, but not doubt anymore. Not only did she want him, she knew that she was going to fuck him back and love every minute of it!
Just as quickly, he broke their latest kiss and smiled at her once again. This time, it was a cocky smile.
She loved his attitude. She happily recalled earlier and just how cocky he’d been when she was sitting in his lap. Her hand stroked up and down on that very same “cocky” cock.
“You know, don’t you?” He said smugly, “You know I’m going to fuck you tonight?”
She just looked at him and nodded. She tried to hide the thrill of hot lust and electricity that shot through her when he said that, but without much success. I want him. No, I need him, and badly! But what we’re going to do is so terribly wrong! So sinful, so immoral! In fact, it’s downright illegal! If only it were right, but what can I do? He’s got me. I can’t even stop stroking his fat cock as I try to at least conjure up some guilt. I’m soooooo baaaad!
She yearned to be able to convince herself that it was right. But she knew she ultimately didn’t care if it was or not; her lusty feelings were too strong to be denied.
He asked, “And you’re okay with that, Mom?” He deliberately called her ‘Mom.’
Mom stood there in silence, staring at me with a contemplative expression. I could feel the tension in the air as she struggled to find the right words to say. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You said anything earlier, right?” She mumbled, her eyes never leaving mine. It took me a moment to realize that what I’d just said had made an impact on her.
“Anything?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
Once again, she fought the hot lust and electricity coursing through her. She wished she could at least seem reluctant and torn about it, but she knew she looked as enthusiastic as she felt. Her husband had ignored and neglected her so long that she was almost looking forward to making a cuckold out of him.
She struck a pose and thrust her big tits out. She reveled in the fact that they were so big and that her towel was bunched up below them, leaving them completely exposed for him. Let him look as long as he likes. He’d tricked me, seduced me, and outsmarted me, and now it’s time for him to claim his just rewards!
His smile deepened, and his eyes freely wandered over her body, taking in every part of her.
He held her tits with both hands, running his fingers all over them possessively. He ran his fingers around and around her nipples before he finally pulled on them a little bit.
She just smiled and arched her back even more while her hands slid up and down his erection. She loved how much they were saying to each other without words. Right now, she was saying, I’m all yours, and I’m going to give your cock a night of incredible pleasure you’ll never forget!
“Mmmm, it feels so big. So very big! Son, are you going to fuck me with this?”
“Yes!”
“Are you going to slide this fat thing between your loving mother’s lips?”
“HELL yeah!”
She leaned forward to lightly kiss his lips. As she leaned back, she squeezed his package again. “Enjoy the view,” she said, while gently shaking her big, bare tits. She’d never felt so wicked, wanton, and aroused in her life, and yet she knew they were just getting started.
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