“Oh, you’re wearing a loincloth?” Ana asked after affectionately running her hand along Michael’s side, surprised to find that her son wore anything to bed. The two of them had only just settled in under her blanket after she insisted they share on such a frigid night. Their small dwelling was old and didn’t do well in storms.
“Well, uh yeah, I’m sleeping in the same bed as you,” Michael responded, embarrassment creeping into his voice. That was strange, Ana could have sworn she saw the outline of his penis as she beckoned him into her bed, it almost seemed too pronounced for him to have been wearing any undergarment.
“Michael,” She said sternly, turning around under their blankets and lying on her side to face him, her generous breasts flopping to her left side, piled on top of one another. “You really shouldn’t make any changes to your normal routine if you want any chance of sleeping during a storm like this.” She said, her voice soft but authoritative as always. “So take ’em off!”
Michael felt his face redden, glad that his mother couldn’t see his reaction in dim light. All night long his cock had been aching for release, and while he managed to contain his horny impulses at supper, it had taken all his willpower to dull his throbbing erection enough to be decent in the same bed as his mother. To hide his aroused state, he had also slipped on a tight loincloth in order to disguise his still partially aroused phallus. Currently, it lay sandwiched against his stomach, the fabric straining to contain its mass.
“Mother, I can’t just-“, Michael began, but his mother was having none of it. She scooted towards him, ignoring the intimate contact as her large, naked tits squished up against his smooth chest. The icy drafts that coursed through their aged cottage ensured her nipples were rock hard, and Michael gasped as they poked into his youthful skin like two icicles. Unbidden, blood surged into his phallus.
“Here, I’ll do it,” Ana said, her authoritative voice leaving Michael feeling helpless. She had clearly yet to notice the quickly growing hardon he was sporting under their blanket. Although his mother’s generous tits were firmly squashed against his chest, her pelvis was mercifully a few inches from his. However, that would soon make no difference.
“How many times have I told you, it’s not good to cramp your private parts when you’re sleeping.” Ana scolded, “That’s why I never wear any underpants at night.” Michael could feel her warm breath on his face, they were so close.
Michael gasped after she said that, thoughts of his mother lying so close with absolutely nothing covering her most intimate area, and his pulsating cock so near to it.
Ana looped her right index finger under the length of fabric around his waist that kept the loincloth on, finding the other side with her left thumb. Then, she yanked downward. Ana involuntarily let out a little surprised gasp.
Michael’s penis flopped forward as soon as she tugged the loincloth down to his thighs, and thumped into her abdomen with a meaty slap. She involuntarily tensed her midsection, holding her breath as she continued pulling the loincloth down. Soon, Michael’s scrotum was released, pooling between them along with his phallus. Ana finally started breathing again when she had lowered the cloth as far as her arms could stretch. She then became far more aware of her son’s large – no, huge, and very much erect penis pressing itself against her belly button. It was abnormally large, far larger than she had seen in years, and far larger than she had ever imagined her gentle-natured, shy little boy could ever possess.
“See,” Ana said, somewhat breathlessly, “Isn’t that better?” She brought her right leg towards them, her thigh gliding over Michael’s, before finding the loincloth with her delicate toes. She nimbly gripped it between her small toes and slowly dragged it down, her silky legs and feet brushing against his before the discarded loincloth fell onto the cold floor outside of their bed, which seemed to be warming up by the second. She quickly nipped her foot back under their blanket and brought her leg all the way back up along his skinny lower body to rest her thick, strong thigh over his. Ana used her muscled leg to tighten her loving grip on her son, clamping him against her body. Michael let out a gentle groan as his mother cranked him against her luscious body with her strong leg. His cock pressed against her midsection, his moist foreskin being to peel back as he immediately hardened against his mother. His ballsack was pulled against her as well, sandwiched against her lower thigh with satisfying pressure. Ana was shocked to realise she could feel his heartbeat through his veiny member as more blood entered his phallus, which continued to balloon, slowly slithering its way further up her hard abs like a serpent. Ana couldn’t help but deeply inhale the musky smells rising from her young son’s tool. Her breathing quickened almost as soon as she had taken a lung full of the sweaty, dirty aroma. Even as her motherly brain wondered when he had last cleaned the thing, another part of her brain was intoxicated by the twangy scent of manhood.
“Oh my, You see, it’s much more comfortable this way,” Ana said breathily. “For both of us.” She squeezed him with her powerful leg wrapped around his body, causing an involuntary twitch in his phallus, now tightly squeezed between their sweaty bodies.
Their two faces were so close together she could feel his ragged breath as he spoke. She was also aware that he was no doubt also able to feel her rapidly quickening breath as lustful instincts began to infect every part of her. Mother and son were silent for an unbearably long moment until Ana reached around Michael with her right arm and firmly grabbed one of his ass cheeks, resulting in an involuntary little clench from her son, his cock once again twitching as it pressed into her flesh even harder.
“Will I make you even more comfortable?” Ana asked, unable to keep utter lustfulness out of her husky whisper. She constricted her leg around him, drawing them together until their faces were only barely apart. “Will mommy help you get to sleep?”
“Yes,” Michael whispered in response, precum leaking from his bulbous manhood in an almost constant trickle, staining his mother’s silky skin and dripping onto the bed under their entwined bodies.
Ana gripped his smooth ass tightly, digging her fingers into his flesh and pulling his against her to form a tight seal around his enormous cock that lay nestled between them. Then she jerked her whole body against him, running her midsection along his thick shaft and tightly squeezing it between their two closely entwined bodies. Michael left out a soft grunt, his cock flexing and spurting more precum from it’s flared head as unbelievable stimulation overwhelmed him for a moment. His mother jerked again, pulling him into her warm, pillowy tits and once again sliding his cock along her abs. Hisdick was now utterly engorged, brought to painfully wanton erection by her sudden movement. Now as she jerked her body again, the enormous cock slipped between her ample tits, penetrating deeply into the gap between her breasts.
Ana actually moaned as his precum-covered tip rammed itself between her breasts, wetting the fleshy passage with his precum. She moved, again and again, building a rhythm and making sure to hug her son tight to her. Her breasts, still pressed against his chest, were now penetrated by his enormous manhood each time she moved against him, grinding his swollen penis against her. It slid from just above her most intimate area, which now burned with a perverted, wanton sensation, and all the way along with her tensed abs and up into the folds of her luxurious breasts. This whole path was now slick with his plentiful precum, which dripped down and soaked their bed, making lewd squelching sounds under them and between her huge breasts each time she jerked herself against his rock hard shaft.
Soon enough Ana ground against her son’s pulsating cock in a regular rhythm, humping it between the two of them. Ana couldn’t deny the pleasure of its veiny, ribald surface and mushroom crown as his meat dug into her hard abs and squashed into the sopping fold between her breasts. Both mother and son were breathing fiercely directly into each other’s faces, condensation building together with sweat on Ana’s face which now bore an expression of depraved determination, although Michael couldn’t see in the dark and because his eyes were now closed as his body was racked with incredibly powerful sensations thanks to his debauched mother.
Ana didn’t know how long she had been horizontally gyrating against her son’s swollen penis when she felt it give a mighty twitch, throbbing against her as she continued to move her body against her son’s fat dick.
“I-” Michael exclaimed breathlessly, his cock twitching again, but his mother did not slow her rhythmic humping. “I’m about to-”
“Hush,” Ana growled in between humps, before redoubling her sinful efforts. She continued to effortlessly slide his engorged manhood between them, even as it started to twitch and spasm violently enough for both to feel it writhe and throb. Then Michael came on his mother.
A huge glob of thick, hot semen erupted from the tip of his cock just as Ana brought it to its lowest point along her abs. This powerful blast spurted against the underside of the round breasts, painting them white with thick, stringy strands of steaming ejaculate. She continued to hump against him, sliding his shaft up along her midsection until it nestled between her breasts. He unleashed another monster spurt of stodgy cum there as well, coating the passage with a slimy layer of his seed. As Ana continued, it easily glided along her cum-soaked body, slushing loudly as it spasmed again at the bottom of its path.
This time Michael’s hips automatically bucked forwards into his mother as another huge explosion of cum coated her midsection and pooled between them on the bed drenched. They continued, again and again, sliding his monstrous cock from her belly to between her tits, spurting cum all the while. Again and again, he discharged great fountains of cum onto his mother, the slick lubricant making his cock travel between their torso’s even faster. Michael let out a whimpering moan as the orgasm, more powerful than anything he had ever felt, ripped through his body as the last spurt of cum escaped from his flared cockhead, splashing against his mother. His whole body tensed, every muscle threatening to spasm as he rammed his mighty cock between his mother’s massive tits, which were now soaked by huge globs of dirty seed. For Ana’s part, she gripped him even tighter with her thigh, her right leg now almost wrapped around him, and pushed him close with her hand on his but as he shook and trembled after unloading his laden balls onto his mother sweaty body.
His breathing soon died down to a slow, steady rhythm, his groundbreaking orgasm practically putting him to sleep while still wrapped up against his cum-covered mother. Ana still breathed heavily, due to her exertions and due to the burning want inside her.
Her wet vagina begged for attention, driven to lust by the overpoweringly musky odor of her son’s teenage load that drenched her from pussy to tits. Her left hand carefully moved towards her entrance, sliding along his drenched cock and scooping his still heavy balls aside as she lowered it all the way to her sopping folds which quivered at the slightest touch from her cum-drenched fingers. She twisted her body around his in a fluid motion, so that her crotch lay against her sleeping son’s thigh. Ana ignored the waterfall of his seed that cascaded down her plastered stomach and swaying tits, flowing in rivulets over her sensitive pussy and sweaty legs to pool on the soiled bed below. She resumed her previous rhythm, that had brought Michael to climax, grinding her wetness against her young son’s sleeping body. Soon his whole leg was slick from her juices, the lewd noises of her humping now offsetting the sound of the storm raging outside. She moaned loudly as she mushed her aroused pussy lips against her son’s skin, driving herself towards an orgasm she had desperately desired as soon as her son’s beautiful, monstrous fuck-rod had been unleashed from behind his loincloth and slapped onto her naked body. Ana shook suddenly as an orgasm consumed her entire body and came, coating her little son’s thigh in her pungent juices as she slid back and forth. Her whole body tensed and her toes curls as blissful release hit her. Her juices pooled down below, mingling with her son’s bucket load of cum.
After a long, pleasurable moment, Ana dismounted her son and lay back down, fixing her sweaty, disheveled blanket and squelching in their carnal liquids as she cozied up to him again. Unable to resist the powerful temptation all around her, Ana reached down to the pools of cum and scooped some up with her drenched fingers. She lustfully brought it to her quivering lips, enjoying its filthy scent before plunging her hand into her own mouth. Ana’s tong worked furiously to lig her hand clean, her eyes rolling back in appreciation as she consumed her son’s seed, it’s vulgar taste and raunchy smell overcoming her mind. Unconsciously, her other hand slid down to her still throbbing pussy and began furiously moving her body to another orgasm. She squealed this time, causing Michael to stir as she shook through another orgasm, juices running from her pussy to join the rest.
“I love you.” She whispered, planting a lingering peck on his lips and gently positioning his droopy head to rest on her wet, cum plastered mounds. “*Goodnight*.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iglx1f/mother_and_son_share_bed_during_a_storm_mfincest
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