FantasyMassage My Friends Mom Gave me a Raging Boner
“FantasyMassage: My Friends Mom Gave me a Raging Boner”
The doorbell rang, and I bounded down the stairs to find my buddy Tim’s mom Update on the other side. As my eyes traveled from her shapely legs up to her perky breasts encased in a lacy bra, all thoughts of friendship vanished.
Shit, this wasn’t the middle-aged frump I was expecting. This MILF was hot, with pile hw hseurls, a tight sweater, and lips that begged to be kissed. I stammered out a greeting as her eyes gave me an appreciative once-over.
“Hello honey, I hope you’re ready for a little mother-son bonding,” she purred with a wink. My cock twitched at the implication as I led her to the massage table in the den. She shucked the rest of her clothes, revealing a body that could write an entire book on lust.
” Lie face down,” she commanded. “Let mom take care of you.” As I lay down, she dribbled hot oil across my back, kneading it deeply into my muscles. Her hands made magic circles, slowly moving lower, grazing my ass.
” Mmm, you’re so tense,” she breathed. “Mommy is going to fix that tight little body.” Slipping a towel beneath my hips, she continued her sensual assault on my flesh. I was losing my mind, imagining how it would feel to have those hands caressing my aching cock.
She flipped me over, and I could feel the thick ridge of denim struggling to contain my lust. Her eyes widened as she took in the size of my bulge. “Well hello there,” she smiled. “It seems like you’re VERY happy to see me.”
Wrapping a strong hand around my thickness, she stroked once, twice, drawing a gasp from my lips. All pretense of a massage was forgotten as she tugged the towel loose and revealed my throbbing cock to her hungry gaze.
“Mommy is going to take care of this,” she promised. Bending low, she licked a hot stripe up my length before engulfing my head in her warm, wet mouth. “Unnngghhh,” I groaned. Baby Jesus, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Her tongue swirled, flicking the weeping slit as her hand pumped.
My balls drew up tight, ready to bust, but a strange feeling stirred deep inside me… Could it be? Was Tim’s mom about to make me cum harder than I ever had before? Let’s find out in the next titillating chapter!
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The feeling was building low in my belly, threatening to explode out of my cock as her mouth worked me over. “Tim’s mom,” I panted, “Don’t stop. Suck my cock!” The dirty words just flowed out, spurred on by the depravity of the situation.
She moaned around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. “Cum for me baby,” she urged, her pursuing green eyes glinting with want. “Give mommy all that hot, young seed.”
She started to deep throat me, taking me inch by inch until her nose pressed against my pelvis. “Unnggh it’s too much,” I groaned, my hips bucking up to force myself deeper into her willing throat. She swallowed around my sensitive cockhead, her throat muscles massaging me into submission.
My balls clenched, ready to blow their load. I bucked like a wild bronco as I exploded into her mouth, ribbon after ribbon of hot cum pulsing down her throat. She gulped it down greedily, not spilling a drop. My pleasure seemed to go on forever as she continued to suckle with each spurt until I was a spent noodle beneath her.
She licked me clean with a wicked smile. “Mmmm, you taste even better than I thought Timmy would.” What? Did she have fantasies about sucking her own son? The idea should have disgusted me, but it just made menice fat Philosophyque the.
When a hand slid over my satisfied member and brought it back to life, I wondered just how debauched this massage could get. Tim’s mom was nowhere near done playing with her boy, and I was more than happy to let her continue rubbing me the right way.
