A Mother's Worry
Copyright© 2021 by Mr. Here
Chapter 02: Mom’s Nose in My Business
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 02: Mom’s Nose in My Business - A story about a just turned eighteen-year-old man, his mother, and his almost sixteen-year-old girlfriend and what his mother will do to make sure her son stays out of trouble with the girlfriend's father and the law.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son DomSub Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts Porn Theatre
As soon as my bedroom door closed, Jenna and I pressed our lips together as we tumbled toward my bed. Our mouths opened, our tongues came out, and I slid my slippery appendage into the warmth of Jenna’s mouth. She uttered soft whimpers while our kisses melded together. I pushed her shirt above her tits and pulled her bra beneath them. My hands squeezed her breasts, maybe a bit hard, but she seemed to like it as she spread her legs for me on my bed, my cock pumping blood and plumping up to its full hardness just in time to spear the center groove between her legs. We dry humped each other, the cloth of my basketball shorts digging into the fuzziness of her cotton boy shorts and the softness beneath them.
“We have to be quiet,” I whispered as Jenna panted and moaned with a desperate need for my touch.
“Turn your music on,” she said.
“They’ll know,” I said. “It’s too obvious.”
I squeezed her tits against, then pinched her thick, dusky-red nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
“Ooh,” she gasped.
I lowered my head, taking the right nub into my mouth and licking all around her areola. Jenna spread her knees wide and humped her hips up at me, sliding her cotton-covered muff against the head of my prick.
I moaned around her tit.
She moaned, pushing my head against her breasts.
I ground my cock into her muff meat as hard as I could.
“Shit,” Jenna whispered. “I’m so fucking wet for you, baby.”
“Jenna—”
Knock, knock, knock, my door rattled, and then the doorknob turned, but not much because I had locked it. Then someone—Mom, I already knew—knocked harder on my door and turned my lock like a panicked woman running from a serial killer.
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