As I wrapped my arms around her waist, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire course through me. The way her body fit so perfectly against mine was intoxicating, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I pulled her even closer.
Her skin was slick with water, and I could feel the droplets sliding down her back as I held her tight. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was this moment, with her in my arms.
Feeling emboldened, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, relishing in the way she shivered against me. The sound of her breath hitching only spurred me on, and I trailed a line of kisses down her spine until I reached the small of her back.
It was then that she turned to face me, her eyes bright with anticipation. Without a word, she took the washcloth and began to lather it with soap, her movements slow and deliberate as she worked the suds into a thick lather.
I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh as she began to scrub my back, her touch gentle yet firm. My penis stayed erect the entire time, pointing out into the water that streamed down my body.
She put the washcloth down, and I felt my mother’s hands go up to my shoulders and begin to massage my tense muscles. I groaned in approval as she squeezed and worked her fingers into my skin. She worked her hands down my back, gently massaging my aching muscles.
“Goddamn,” he whispered.
Her hands went back up to my shoulders, and then she stepped forward into me and pressed her body against mine. She sighed happily, holding me tight.
She ran her hands over my soapy shoulders, then slid them around to my chest to hold on as she began sensually sliding her breasts across my slick body. She slid them back and forth, covering herself in suds. Her crotch ground against my butt, and I could feel her hair rubbing against me. Her hands slid lower, and she bent her knees and slid her breasts down my back, then up, then crouched down, sliding her body down mine again.
Her tongue touched the tip of my cock, causing me to jerk forward.
Karen let go of me and grabbed the washcloth again, staying crouched, and began to rub the cloth up and down my calves and thighs. She covered me in soap, rubbing it in with tenderness. Then she reached up further and ran the cloth over my buttocks. She rubbed each cheek, then slid the cloth between them and massaged my anus with the soapy cloth. She then slid the washcloth forward more and cupped my balls, gently massaging the soap over the sensitive flesh. She then set the washcloth aside and asked me to turn around.
The hot water rinsed the soap from my back as I looked down at my mother, kneeling in front of me. Her hair was all wet and tangled, and her face was beaming with excitement. Suds were all over her body, covering her breasts, shoulders, and stomach. She bit her lower lip and moved closer to me so that we were almost touching. My erect dick jutted out towards her chin. She leaned forward and set her chest down on my erection, her soapy breasts surrounding me. I groaned, and she looked up at me happily.
Karen looked back down between her breasts as she stuck her butt out and arched her back to slide her chest down. Then, with her hands on my hips, she pushed forward, sliding herself back up. Since her head was in the way of me seeing her chest, I looked over her head to see the round curves of her buttocks as she slid her soapy body down and up again on my cock. I reached down and caressed her head with my hands as she slid herself down and up again, then I began to knead the muscles of her shoulders. My erection slid up and down through her fleshy cleavage, and I could feel the front of each of her breasts sliding up and down my groin.
I couldn’t help but moan, as this stimulation was more than I could handle this early in the morning. Karen looked up at me, smiling, and continued rubbing her breasts up and down my body, squeezing my penis between them.
She licked her lips and turned back to my cock, giving it another hard squeeze.
Otis lost patience, so he held her breasts and kissed her lips. He pinched her nipples with one hand and grabbed her breasts with the other while sucking her lips and playing with her tongue.
Otis looked at her whole body, which looked hot. He started kissing her nipples, licking them, and sucking them hard. He tried biting it while thinking how addicting it was!
After a while, he went up and slowly kissed her all over her white neck, feeling good for some reason.
His lips grazed the skin around her navel, his beard scratching a little. More kisses came, followed by delicate nips and licks. He cupped the first one, then both of her breasts. His hands were electric on her sensitive skin, gently kneading and squeezing her flesh.
There was a twinge between her legs. Was she getting wet? When he brought his mouth to one nipple and sucked gently, that twinge became dampness. When he bit down, just barely hard enough to hurt, that dampness became a flood. A gasp escaped her lips, and she felt his lips curl into a smile against her areola.
They stayed like that for a while, with him alternating between each breast. His hands squeezed them together against his face while she ran her hands through his hair and tried not to moan again. By the time his fingers dragged down her belly to the button, her pussies were sopping.
He lifted her chin and brought his face to hers. Their lips met and split, tongues entwining. He grabbed her ass and pulled her hips against his own to grind his cock against her. Not sure what to do with her own hands, she draped them around his shoulders and held on.
I could have kept going like that forever.
” Mother,” Otis whispered into her ear.
“Are you ready for me? I’m going to fuck those amazing tits of yours. come here mother .”
Karen moaned. “Fuck my tits, son,” she breathed.
I grab the base of my cock with my left hand, and my right hand naturally wraps around the shaft, and I squeeze it hard.
The head is so swollen, it looks like it will explode.
I take my cock and aim it downward, pointing it at my mother’s big tits.
“You look so fucking sexy,” he said, eyes glued to where he disappeared into her cleavage. His words prompted fresh wetness in her pussy, and the intensity of his gaze was almost enough to make her cough.
I positioned my dick in her cleavage, pausing for a minute to enjoy how my big cock looked in between her big boobs. I touch the head of my cock to one nipple, then the other.
I scoot down a little and lean over her, putting my left arm supporting my weight on the armrest of the couch right by her head, and smash my cock between her tits.
He began to thrust his hips slowly, his hands massaging her breasts. She did her best to keep her back straight, holding herself up on the armrests as he pushed against her.
The whole thing, from my balls up to the head, squeezed down between those perfect fucking tits.
Karen pushed herself back a bit so that I could lower my body down further onto her chest.
Then I thrust my dick into her cleavage, and she smiled widely up at me.
“Look mother. You’re such a good girl. My big dick loves you.”
Grabbing her shoulders more firmly, I began to take charge and started thrusting my dickens against her chest. She giggled and began pulling my hips towards herself to encourage me. She moved her heavy-looking breasts up and down to stroke the sensitive rod with her extremely soft tits. She was feeling a little unsure of herself, not knowing how well she would handle such a big cock inside her for so long, but she wanted to do it as much as any woman could want.
I could already feel the fluids starting to run their course between my legs as I pushed against her. My awareness of my surroundings faded as my body focused on the feelings being generated by the friction of our bodies. I could feel her chin hitting my stomach as I stroked my dick through her breasts, and her arms hugged around my waist tightly. My left hand found its way up and started rubbing her soft stomach while my right caressed her bare cheeks with the back of my fingers.
I kept thrusting between her big tits. I groped her chest and rolled her nipples between my fingers, listening to her moan in pleasure.
My right hand slides over and cups the back of her head, which is now underneath my chest.
I hunch forward as I pull her head upward. I just hold her head as my body, seemingly on its own, keeps making those fuck motions, squashing my cock between her tits.
“You let Father do this?”
Karen was too far gone in the moment to feel much more than momentary shock at his words. Otis’s father was an afterthought, a distant fantasy before the reality of her Otis upon her.
No, he’d never fucked her tits. Usually, she’d jerk him off for a few minutes before he pulled out a condom. The one time she’d tried sucking his cock, Otis’s father had gone soft and pushed her off, saying something about it being “dirty.” His mouth certainly went nowhere near her pussy.
All of that flashed through her head—snap, snap, snap—too fast to explain, not that she wanted to talk right now. She wanted his cock, the engorged glans of which came closer and closer to her face with each push of his hips. So all Kayley bothered to say was,
“He doesn’t even like blowjobs,” before lowering her chin to take the head of his cock between her lips. Her son tasted salty. She lapped at him, her wet pink tongue pushing out eagerly to sample still more of his cum, and was happy to hear him gasp. What remained of her lip gloss dissolved with each thrust, each repeated penetration, until there was only the slightest hint of strawberry flavor in her mouth, even that soon swept away as she salivated around his rod.
“What an idiot,” Otis said, his voice shaking with pleasure. He pinched her nipples, sending electric shocks through her body. She shuddered, sucking hard on him until her mouth was full and his scrotum rested on her tits, the latter still elevated in his hands. She washed the underside with her tongue, eliciting a long groan from her teacher.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “God, you’re so fucking hot. You are such a slut.”
Karen took her mouth away from his cock long enough to gasp, “No!” before continuing to lick and nuzzle at it. He took it back between her tits, thrusting harder than before. Her spit made the length of him slick, her now-lubed cleavage subject to an ever-quickening assault. All she could do was keep her mouth open and tongue out in anticipation of what was about to happen.
“Good little slut,” he said, hands tightening on her breasts. “Such a good little slut.”
Otis’s breath hitched suddenly, his hips jerked against her, and the head of my dick grew white-hot, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
Then hot cum spilled over her tongue and her lips, so much more than she expected.
Karen squealed as my cum squirted out and sprayed her face. I held her tight to me and bucked, launching rope after rope of white semen at her, sticking to her mouth and eyes, and dribbling down all over her chest. My balls tightened, and still more cum splashed out in successive pulses.
My grip on her shoulders slowly loosened, and I stepped back as she let go of me. Karen’s face was covered in thick ropes of cum. She blinked, trying to clear the glob out of one eye as a glob swung haphazardly from her chin. Her nose and lips had been hit, and a thick spray had clung to one cheek and her forehead. Large droplets of my semen were stuck to her chest and running down her cleavage.
She looked up at me with cum still partially blocking one eye, her mouth open in a surprised grin.
“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, laughing. She looked down at her chest, then tried wiping more of my cum off of her face. “I can’t believe you came that much, son!”
I just grinned at her, watching her try to clean herself off. There was even a nice-sized gob stuck in her hair.
Then I let go of her, taking hold of her by the hips. He then started to slide a hand down into her and felt her hairless slit. He went down on top of her to kneel between her legs.
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