Mrs. Baker leaned forward as Michael grabbed her ass. She let him take over, ramming his hard cock inside her over and over again. She nodded her head yes countless times, showering him with sweat. Thomas looked down to see a thin sheet of cum covering his brother's dick. It was a beautiful sight.
"Atta boy, Mikey," he said.
Mrs. Baker cried out again as her son fucked her good. Something was missing though, something she desperately needed.
"Come here, Tommy," she said.
Thomas came closer and stood on the bed over his brother and in front of his mom. She gulped back his cock and sucked it as best she could, tasting her juice on him still. It was salty, and that made her thirsty for his cum.
"Come on, Tommy. Cum for me. Cum for Mommy."
Michael laughed from below them. "Don't get any on me," he said while pumping his mother's pussy still.
She looked down at him. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Thomas furiously worked his hand over his dick, stroking it as fast as he could for his mother. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Michael fucked her harder and harder, slamming himself into her over and over. "Ah fuck, ahhh yeahhh," she moaned with her open mouth.
"Here it comes, Mom," Thomas yelled.
He moved the head of his penis directly into his mom's mouth as it began to spurt thick ropes of hot cum down her throat. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked, gulping all of it down, making sure not to spill a drop of it onto Michael. Thomas shivered again as his mom drank his cum, and smiled down at his brother and winked. "See how good this is?" he asked.
Michael nodded as Thomas stepped off the bed. Mrs. Baker had drained him and he was beginning to soften.
"Good boy," she said to him, then she looked down at her other son. "Now it's your turn."
She continued bouncing on him, her tits swaying left and right as the jackhammer that was his cock pummeled her pussy. She grinned from ear to ear, still tasting Thomas's cum in her throat. Michael had given himself completely over to her-finally. Afterward, she knew she would stand in the shower and cry tears of joy but for now she was enjoying the feel of her son inside her. She had dreamed about this moment for so long, and to have both of them there to experience this with her was amazing. It made her feel like the perfect mother.
"Come on, Michael, do it. Do it for Mommy," she breathed into his ear.
He gripped her ass tight and bucked his hips up. She grinded down onto him and rolled her pussy around his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel him, all of him, inside her. Every. Last. Drop.
"Cum inside me, baby. Cum inside Mommy."
He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock. Really? Is that what she wanted? He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.
"It's okay, honey. I'm fixed."
At that, hearing that it was okay to spill his seed deep inside her, Michael let go. Mrs. Baker threw her head back and screamed as she felt him spasm inside her, and felt the warm sensation of his cum flowing through her pussy. He jerked upward as he came, emptying himself into his mom. Spurting as much cum as he could.
"My God that's beautiful," remarked Thomas.
His mother purred and grinned at him as Michael collapsed on the bed, softening inside of her. He felt remnants of his sperm drip down from her cunt and onto his balls. She hopped off of him and lay beside him on the bed. Spreading her legs, she reached down and scooped some of her son's cum onto her finger. She smiled at him, and let it fall into her mouth. She swallowed, and put her head on his shoulder. Thomas joined them, lying down on the opposite side of his brother.
"See, that wasn't so bad," he said.
Michael shook his head. "No. No it wasn't."
Mrs. Baker propped her head up on her hand and traced Michael's chest with her fingernail. "I told you Mommy knows best."
The three of them laughed.
Soon after, the Baker family fell asleep together for the very first time.
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Confessions of a Dirty Slut: Super-Sweet Eighteen
Jasmine Dayne
Confessions of a Dirty Slut: Super-Sweet Eighteen
His hand held my wrists tight, stretching my arms above my head on the bed. I wriggled as his cock slid heavily over my belly, leaving a trail of heat on the tender pale skin. Sounds I had no control over tumbled from my mouth: begging, pleading, crying. I was like a cat in heat, hissing and biting at him, desperate to get satisfaction, or at least move things forward.
"Oh god, just fuck me," I sobbed, every inch of my body quivering with need.
He just chuckled and kept on teasing me. Bastard. I wanted to kick him, kill him. But really I wanted him inside me. Stretching me wide, shoving every inch of his huge dick deep inside my tight pussy.
Even though I knew my desperation was egging him on, I couldn't stop begging. Couldn't keep my hips from thrusting up and my thighs from spreading open. I've never been one for playing hard to get, but this was ridiculous. Nineteen-year-olds with sick bodies and cute faces do not have to beg for sex. It was usually no more than a quick glance or a sultry giggle away. And heaven knows I've used those simple tools of seduction many, many times.
That, of course, is what got me into this situation in the first place. After years of getting my groove on with every hot guy (and a couple of girls too) who caught my eye, I'd finally met my match. The one who wasn't letting me take control and take what I want. The one who'd been making me beg for it for almost a year. The one I wanted more than anyone else, in spite of myself.
Hold on, I should back up. In order to understand what I was doing and allowing to be done to me, you have to know about what started on my eighteenth birthday, when I magically transformed from sexy jailbait into a barely legal fuck slut. That's not to say I was little miss innocent before, but my sex life took an unexpected and really awesome turn that day, setting me on a path I've followed to see how far it goes.
I'd been planning every last detail of my birthday for months. My clothes and hair, the gifts I wanted and places I'd celebrate. But Mother Nature had her own plans, and everything I'd expected was ruined by a freak spring snowstorm.
When I left for school, giddy with excitement it was colder than usual, but nothing to worry about. I just pulled a coat on over my birthday mini-dress-tight and deep green to bring out my eyes, and hopped in the car like always after I managed to escape my parents and their gushing about their little girl being "all grown up." Little did they I know, sexually speaking, I'd been pretty grown up since I was fifteen.
Once I got to my high school there were half a dozen people waiting for me on the steps to wish me happy birthday. With the exception of my best friend Sally they were all guys. All guys I'd been fucking, to be specific. High school boys weren't my favorite, but they came in handy when I needed a date for a dance or someone to introduce to my folks.
At lunchtime I walked to the cafeteria and noticed the shy had gone completely gray. Rain, I figured, but hoped it would be gone before I headed out for my birthday dinner. I had a brand new pair of suede slingback shoes and didn't want then to get wet. Of course, my shoes ended up being the last thing on my mind later that night.