Phone Mail
Copyright© 2018 by Clowns
Chapter 8
Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Unintentionally tracking a mother's night out
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Drunk/Drugged Rape Cheating Slut Wife Mother Son MaleDom Humiliation Rough Big Breasts
Lisa was in a daze, both from the alcohol still in her system and from what her son had said outside, “Let’s go inside and fuck her.”
But for the boys, the excitement was building rapidly. Why wouldn’t they take Lisa’s nonresponse as confirmation?
So, Lisa just stood there, naked and numb, and watched her son remove his shorts and t-shirt. Sitting back onto the couch, he raised his arms to invite his mom to join him.
With a little direction from Steve, Lisa found herself standing in front of her son, between his spread legs. She found she couldn’t look away from his cock, so big and rigid.
She started to reach out, to touch it, but then she remembered who it belonged to. Looking up, she saw her son staring back at her. A look of pure lust stared back at her. She felt her eyes begin to tear up. What was she doing? This was her son.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the bottle coming towards her. She felt the glass bottle touch her lips as she watched it tip up and pour the hot liquid into her mouth. Tim was feeding her tequila.
She quickly swallowed two big gulps before the bottle was raised again and she drank more of the hot liquid.
Hands on her shoulder guided her down to her knees and with a gentle push forward, she felt her hands being guided up to the sides of her breasts, pushing them together. Looking down, she saw the tip of the hard cock poking out from her cleavage.
Though the voices seemed far away, she could make out a loud moan as she felt the cock slide up and down between her breasts. She was being tit fucked.
A hand on the back of her head slowly pushed down until the end of the cock bumped up into her lips. Allowing her lips to part, the cock entered. Her lips closed automatically, and she began to suck.
It wasn’t long before she felt hands grab her roughly by the hair and pull her down onto the cock. She felt the tip of the cock enter her throat and begin to twitch. While the liquid before was hot, this liquid was warm. And it was gooey.
As the cock continued to twitch in her throat, Lisa realized she couldn’t breathe. She began to panic, trying to pull herself free, but the hands held her tight.
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