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Un-Employed
Part-1-of-3
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Angie Randall closed the door behind her, sat her purse on the coffee table and lay exhaustedly back on the couch. Another unsuccessful day of job hunting was behind her.
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It was not as though she needed a job. Her divorce settlement had left her more then enough money for her and her 19-year old son, Brock to live on, but she longed to be back in some type of work environment.
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Brock Randall heard his Mom's car when she pulled in the driveway. Knowing that she loved having a drink at the end of a long day, he went to the kitchen and prepared her a rum and coke.
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"Hi Mom. How did it go today?" he asked.
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"Not good honey", she replied glumly. "There just isn't anything out there. This crappy state of the economy really has made jobs scarce. Seems like the only jobs available are either waitresses and strippers," she sighed disgustedly.
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Sitting down at the end of the couch, Brock removed his mothers black heels and then began to slowly caress her feet. It felt so good having her tired feet rubbed that she quickly let out a low moan. She loved it when he did this for her. Brock loved doing it too. Especially since he knew that he might have a chance to look up her skirt. His mother was sexy, very sexy. She had given birth to him at a young age and now at 37 she was recognized by most of Brock’s friends as the most attractive mother of all of them.
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"Well that sounds like a good idea to me Mom," he mused. .
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"What, being a waitress? No way am I doing that," she replied. “Too much work for too little money.”
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"No, not that Mom, I mean being a stripper. You certainly have the body for it and you know they make good money." Brock told her.
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Angie looked over her glass at her son. As he massaged her feet and stared at her nice legs, Angie had a mental image of 2-weeks earlier when she’d come home early in the day and unknown to Brock, watched him fuck his girlfriend. She’d eased down the hall on the plush carpeted floor and had observed him shoving what appeared to be 8-thick inches of hard cock into the young girl from behind. Her screams of pleasure caused Angie to undo her blouse and allow her breasts to fall out for caressing. She masturbated while watching him grasp the girl’s hips and shove his massive cock in and out of her wet pussy. Eventually, he flipped her over on to her back. Then Angie watched as her son straddled the girl’s chest. Then he tit fucked her for a few seconds before erupting into one of the largest explosions of cum that his mother had ever seen. It was an image she couldn’t seem to get out of her mind.
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"Mom, Did you hear me?" Her sons asked, bring her back to reality.
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"Ahhh… Umm yes baby I did," she stammered. "Honey, I don't know. I mean I appreciate the fact that you think I’m good enough to but aren't you just a tiny bit prejudice toward me, being my son and all?" she asked.
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"Well sure I am. but Mom trust me you’re the cause of a lot of my friends getting erections when they’re over here. They all think you’re hot… and honestly, so do I,” her son confessed.
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Angie blushed and took large gulp of her drink. Her left leg was directly on top of her son’s crotch as he rubbed her feet and she could feel his cock growing in his loose cotton shorts. Discretely pressing her leg down a bit on his growing cock, she looked up at him. "Well I’m glad I can still have that effect on guys. But I just don't know about stripping, baby. I might not be good at dancing,” she said.
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Brock gasped a bit as she pressed down a little more with her leg on him. He could tell that it was deliberate and his mind was racing as he tried to think of a way… any way that he could see more of her delicious body. That’s when an erotic idea came to his mind.
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"Mom, I’ll tell you what. Why don't you do a strip for me? You know that I’ll be honest with you and if you suck at it I’ll tell you. That way if you’re good maybe you can pursue the idea and if not you haven't lost anything." he said.
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Angie felt her nipples hardening at the idea. His throbbing cock under her leg seemed to be begging her to say yes and she could feel her pussy moisten with the thought. It was wrong, she thought to herself. He was her son but he was also a man. A handsome tanned sandy blonde haired, broad shouldered, hairy chest, muscular man with a trail that started above his navel where his chest hair ended. The trail ended in a bush of dark hair surrounding his cock with the hair continuing to wrap thickly behind his balls. He was all male. His round firm ass had a dusting of dark fuzz with a hairy crack. Most impressive to me was his 8-inch cock and balls. He was uncut and thick. The outline of his big cock head was always visible and the tip was never completely covered by his foreskin.
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"Well… I don't... Well OK,” Angie finally relented. "But first I’m going to go shower and get prepared. While I'm gone you can select some music that you think would be good to strip by OK?" she requested.
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"You got it Mom," Brock said. "I'll choose something sexy."
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Angie got up and slowly sauntered sexily down the hall to her bedroom. Peering back at her son she laughed and said, "Be sure to be a good tipper, OK?" and closed the door behind her.
In the bedroom Angie stripped and stopped to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She was 5-foot 6, 135 lbs., 36C-24-35. There was a slight sag to her breasts but barely noticeable. Her daily workout routine had kept her in good shape and there was no gray visible in her long red hair. She turned and admired her tight firm ass. It had been a along time since she’d had a man give her a good hard anal fuck and it was something she longed for.
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Angie showered quickly but thoroughly. She dried her hair and stood watching in the mirror as she caressed her body with lotion. Now she dabbed a bit of perfume on behind her ears, under her neck and under her breasts. Not too much but not too little was something she’d learned years ago. She finished with a bit of makeup and painted her lips with red lipstick.
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Going to the closet, Angie dug out a box of lingerie that she hadn’t worn since divorcing her husband years ago. She found a pair of leather crotch less panties, fishnet stockings, and matching leather bra. She slipped them on and was happy to find that they fit as perfect as years before. She then put on a pair of black 4-inch fuck-me heels.
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Angie stood back admiring herself in the mirror. It had been years since she felt this sexy. Her pussy had a fire beginning that was certain to turn into a lust inferno.
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"Well, no turning back now," she mumbled to herself
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"I'm ready baby," she called out to her son as she walked towards the bedroom door.
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"Ok Mom, I’ll start the music," Brock called back.
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Angie waited and then heard the CD player begin to pump out a song. AC/DC's "Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution” began pulsating. Angie was glad he chose a rock compilation CD that he’d made for her sometime back. Nervously, Angie strolled out of her room down the hall and into the living room. Brock had moved the coffee table and was sitting on the leather couch in anticipation.
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Angie walked hands on hips across the room to him. Standing in front of him she looked down and could see he already had an erection about to tear his shorts.
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"What do you think baby?" she asked coyly.
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"Whooooa... Holy Shit… Fuckin ‘A’ … Mom. You look fantastic," he said. Brock’s eyes widened, as he looked his Mom up and down. She was by far the sexist he’d ever seen. He loved the smell of the leather outfit mixed with her perfume.
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"Ok sonny boy. Momma's gonna rock your world," she said in a sexy voice. Angie then stepped closer and bent over placing her hands on his chest as she leaned over and pressed her firm breasts against him. Then with a lusty grin, she slid her erect nipples slowly up and down his chest. Stepping back, she began a slow sexy dance to the music.
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Brock couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And it took all his self-control not to pull his cock out right then and there. He watched as his sexy mother undulated in front of him.
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Angie's own lust was quickly building as she looked down at her son. He had removed his shirt earlier and was sitting in just the cotton shorts. She loved his lightly hairy muscular chest and the glaze of erotic heat coming from his face. She could also see his cock literally pushing, straining for release.
She continued the sexy dance until the song ended. The next song was another AC/DC song, "You shook Me All Night Long". Angie stood in front of her son and reached behind her, undoing the bra. "Now for your viewing pleasure" she said and let it fall to the floor. Brock let out a gasp as he saw his mothers hot breasts.
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"Damn it Mom you’re XXX hot," he told her.
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"You have no idea baby, how hot momma is," she laughed.
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Stepping forward, Angie straddled her son pressing her breasts against his chest. She began grinding her now wet crotch against him. Each time she shifted around it caused his shorts to pull down. Angie threw her head back as she felt his cock pushing up between her legs and against the crotch of her panties. It was now rubbing directly between her wet pussy lips and the head of his cock was contacting her clit. As the song came closer to its end Angie began humping her son harder. She was well aware that he would be going over the edge at any second.
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Un-employed
Part-2-of-3
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“Ohh shit Mom …I think that I'm going to …” Brock’s voice trailed off as his cock began to convulse. Angie leaned back, slipped a hand down and pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his body as he began to squirt cum. Brock wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down harder against him.
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When Angie felt his cream erupting between them she began to shudder as her own orgasm began to wrack her body. Her pussy was spasming in pleasure as he held her down tightly.
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"Fuck yeah baby… I'm cumming too", she screamed.
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The couple’s orgasm finally subsided just as the song was ending. Angie leaned back looking down. She scooped up some of his male cum and rubbed it on her breasts before lifting them and licking them clean.
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"Whew… well baby, what did you think?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
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"Damn Mom… you’re something else. I definitely think you have a career in stripping," stammered David, as he continued dry humping up against his mom able to feel her now soaking pussy on his cock.
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The CD again changed to "Feel Like Making' Love".
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Brock looked up at his mother. "You know that song doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me,” he said as he began rubbing her breasts.
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"Ummmm… I don't know. I really don't want to make love," she said staring down at him.
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She could see a look of disappointment on his face as she got up. Cum was dripping down her legs and he was very aroused as he again watched her scoop it up and lick it from her hands before turning to walk down the hall.
Angie then stopped, pulled her panties off her hips, and let them drop to the floor. As she stepped out of them, she looked back and asked, "Well, aren't you coming?"
Brock looked at her confused. "I thought you didn’t want to make love,” he stammered.
"I don't," she said. As Angie stood with her back to him, showing off her nice ass, she laughed, “But I do want a good hard fucking from a hot stud like you."
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It only took Brock a second to turn off the CD player and follow his mother to the bedroom.
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By the time they were in her bedroom Brock Randall and his mother Angie had removed what few articles of clothing they had left.
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Angie crawled on to the queen size bed in the doggy position.
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"Brock come on I need it… and I need it now,” the over heated mother demanded of her teenage son.
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Brock stood for a moment admiring his mother’s shapely tushee. As she leaned forward he could see the sexy pucker of her tight little ass-hole and that her pussy lips were swollen and visibly wet. The hard cum he had experienced moments earlier did little to soften his young virile teenage cock.
"Damn mom you’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen," Brock exclaimed as he climbed on the bed behind her.
"Then get up here and show me how sexy you think I am,” Angie replied as she wiggled her ass at him.
Brock moved up on the bed then leaned down behind her. Grasping her cheeks and spreading them wide Brock placed his tongue just above her asshole and slowly licked down to part her wet pussy lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me...where did you learn that?" his hot mother exclaimed in pleasure
Brock did not respond but took to the task of busily working both his mothers sex holes over with his agile tongue. .
Angie slipped her hands under herself to roll her nipples between her fingers as she gave in to her sons tongue work. She didn’t know where he learned to do this but damn he was good at it.
Brock slid up a bit and fastened his mouth over Angie’s asshole. He began thrusting his tongue in and out as he slid two fingers in her pussy. Curving them down toward her belly he began rubbing her G spot.
"Ohh David... don't you dare stop… you’re gonna make me cum,” the mother cried out in ecstasy.
Brock worked her ass and pussy furiously for about another minute before feeling his mothers ass quake hard.
"Ahhhhhh… God yes… cumming… cumming… cummmmmmming!" Angie squealed as orgasmic delights began shooting though her body. Angie’s pussy squeezed his fingers as though they were thanking him for release from sexual torment.
Her orgasm seemed to last several minutes before Brock moved up behind her. Placing his engorged cock head to her pussy lips he started to slowly push.
"Ohhhhhhhhh... that’s it baby… I am your mother fucking slut... do it,” Angie demanded through clinched teeth. .
Brock could feel his mother’s pussy milking and sucking his cock into her. It wasn’t the first time that he had ever fucked a woman but this time the taboo of what he was doing not to mention his mother was so hot made this his most erotic experience.
Angie began shoving herself back on his cock. It had been so longed since she had been screwed. His cock seemed to be massaging every inch of her pleasure walls. The woman’s eyes widened as he fucked her harder and she loved the feel of his balls as they hit her clit with each thrust.
"Yes baby… yes… fuck it harder… harder!” Angie moaned.
Brock instinctively reached down and began rubbing his mothers asshole causing her to flinch. The feel of his cock in her pussy and probing of her asshole brought her to orgasm yet again.
"Awwwwww… David... fuck… fuck yeah..." she squealed as she cummed. The horny son fucked his mother harder loving the feel of her pussy convulsing on his cock. He slipped his finger in deeper into her asshole bringing squeal after squeal from her.
Unknown to David, deep down she was a very nasty, dirty slut and wanted his cock in her tight ass. Instead of telling him, she sent him on an errand. "Baby… ahhh… ohhh…Do something for me." Angie said as she thrust her still cumming pussy onto his cock.
"Name it mom… what ever you want." Brock would do anything she asked. He was almost afraid he was dreaming and would wake up.
"Honey… run my bathroom real fast… and get the tube of KY-jelly and bring it back… hurry." Angie said as she gripped his cock with her pussy.
Brock stopped fucking momentarily. "Why mom? What for? You're already wet enough,” he assured her.
"Damn it David… just do it please", his mother said with a note of agitation in her voice.
Brock reluctantly pulled his cock out of her vice grip like pussy. Quickly he ran to the bedroom and retrieved the small tube of KY-jelly. Seconds later he was back in her bed. He was glad to see his mother had not moved from her ass up position.
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"Ok baby… drip some on my asshole… get my ass ready for a good hard fuck." Angie said.
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"Ohh my god Mom...you’ll let me do that?" Brock said.
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Looking over at her son, she answered, "Yes honey… I love an ass fuck… its wild."
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Brock lubed up his fingers and at his mothers instructions; he carefully eased one finger, then two, and then three into her tight ass. After she felt she was loosened enough, she had Brock get behind her again. Brock didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with lube, he used one hand to spread my ass cheeks and one hand to guide pre-cum leaking cock head against Angie’s asshole. Brock was inexperienced at this but I knew just what to say to put him at ease. "That's it, you’re so hot, and I want you in my ass so badly." When she felt him grip her hips, she took a deep breath and braced herself for what she knew was coming next. "Now baby… do it… fuck my ass… be careful at first until I get used to it. Then you can fuck it hard,” she said. The first motion put the tip of the head in, it hurt so badly that Angie was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. She urged him on as he pushed. Her sphincter was reluctant at first but finally gave way to the bloated cock head.
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Brock was speechless. This was going one step further then any woman had ever let him go. Inch by hard inch, he eased his cock into his moms ass until his balls touched her pussy lips. Slowly he pulled back then shoved in… then out… then in… and out… then in, picking up the pace with each thrust. Then Brock gave a hard push and drove his cock in all the way to his balls. His cock was so big that it hurt so badly that Angie thought he was going to split her in half.
"Ahhh… yes… its been so long," she moaned in pleasure. "Damn it hurts so good baby."
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Un-Employed
Part-3-of-3
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He moved very gently at first but then he started to get really fired up. Before she knew it, Angie was demanding, "Ohhh… baby… honey… yessss… its feeling fucking god now… fuck me hard!"
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Brock began fucking her tight asshole leaning forward to kiss her neck. He reached under her with one hand and began rubbing her clit. After about ten minutes, Brock was really fucking Angie hard. I mean, seriously pounding her ass. Excitedly, she put her face in the pillow and put both of her hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Brock was big, and she wanted to open herself up as much as possible to him. She wanted him to own her ass.
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"David… yes baby… you are the best," his mother squealed as she lay under his relentless pounding. He knew what to do instinctively as he fucked her tight back hole and circled her clit.
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The erotic sensations, the feel of her ass, the dance she had done earlier. All of it still playing in his mind was more then Brock could stand.
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"Mom I'm gonna cum again… I can't hold it," Brock announced.
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I begged him to cum deep inside of her. "In my ass baby… bury it and cum in my hot asshole… I need to feel it," the mother instructed her son.
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Brock grabbed Angie’s hair and pulled it so hard that she almost screamed. Then he shoved hard and deep as his balls exploded and he began to squirt hot sperm deep inside his mother’s ass. Angie clamped her asshole down tight on it holding him there as she could feel splash after splash of hot cum inside her. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!" She yelled.
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Poor Brock was so caught up in the moment that he was shouting in return, calling Angie his slut, his whore, his “cock-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”
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"Ohhh… Mom… yes... damn its good," as it felt to him his cock would never quit shooting.
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After a moment Brock pulled his deflated cock out of his mother’s butt. Lying on his back he reached over and grabbed her. Kissing her deeply their tongues intertwined as he pulled her to him.
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"Whew… well I guess we broke the law huh Mom," he laughingly asked her.
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"Well, maybe… but you know… who gives a shit? You’re a man, I'm a woman and that is that huh. I mean I'm ok about it if you’re Ok," she said, as she stroked her son’s chest.
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"I'm fine about it and know what? Unless you want to fuck all night we better get some rest. We need to go get you some outfits to strip in tomorrow." Brock told her.
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"Your probably right", she responded. Then looking down at her sons cock she said, "On second thought why don’t we put that off a day or two. I don't think I want to let you out of the bedroom for awhile!"
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Getting up from the bed, Brock said, "Sounds good to me… lets shower off… so we can get nasty again huh?"
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"Ummmm baby...sounds fine to me," Angie said as she joined him in her bathroom.
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Once in the shower Angie put her arms around Brock and pulled him close to her, and start kissing his lips, deep sexy kisses full of longing and need. Pulling him even closer, their tongues play tag. Angie could feel his cock moving against her, her nipples against his body as she began to soap up her hands and lather up the back of Brock’s neck. Then she soaped his upper back as she massaged away his stress. Turning him around, she soaped up the rest of his back, slowly working her fingers up and down his muscular back. My fingers go lower and I lather up your butt, squeezing it. Sliding her hand lower Angie lathered up Brock’s balls, gently cupping and caressing them.
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Brock moaned as his cock sprang back to life and started getting harder as his Mom rinsed the soap off. When she teasingly ran her fingers up and down his butt crack, he turned around and faced her. Taking the soap from her, Brock lathered up his hands and started stroking his cock. Then he took Angie’s my hand and put it on his cock, letting her stroke it with him. When she had the rhythm that he wanted, he started lathering up her breasts as he softly kissed her.
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Angie could feel herself getting wet as her son’s hands move down, slowly teasing her body. She shuddered when she felt his fingers brush lightly across her pussy. Sliding lower, they gently spread her nether lips as his soapy fingers teased her pussy.
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Giggling, Angie positioned him under the spray of the hot water so she could rinse the soap off of his cock. She feels him sliding another finger into her pussy. Rocking back and forth on his fingers, Angie bent over and took his big cock in her mouth. She was so hungry for it that she swallowed it whole first. As she held it in her mouth, she could feel his damp pubic hair against her face.
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Angie was so close to cumming already but she wanted it to last, so she slowly took Brock out of her mouth and stood up. After they rinsed all the soap off each other’s bodies, she knelt down in front of Brock and licked the tip of his cock. As he moaned in pleasure, Then Angie licked it all the way around and down like a spiral staircase and back up again, gently caressing and pulling on his balls at the same time. She played his cock like a harmonica, her lips gliding up and down from balls to tip. Stopping at his balls, she gently took one and then the other into her mouth as she hummed and sucked on them. The vibrations set off by the humming almost had Brock climbing the walls.
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Turning Brock around again, she pulled his butt cheeks apart and licked in between them, her tongue darting at the acutely sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. Then sliding her tongue all the way up, she circled his puckered ass in excruciatingly slow, teasing circles. Brock had fucked several girls his age and had even got blowjobs from a couple, but never had he felt such bliss. Her supple tongue dancing around his tight star made him moan and squirm with pleasure. Laughing, Angie stiffened her tongue and poked it right past his puckered sphincter. Then she started pumping it in and out, the same way that Brock wanted to fuck her later. The feeling of her fucking his ass with her tongue sent new sensations up the shaft of his purple veined shaft.
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Without missing a beat, she spun him back around and covered his cock with her mouth. Taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head, Angie searched for her son’s hands and place them on the back of her head, letting him guide the rhythm. As she felt him twist her fingers in her hair, his balls literally draw up into his crotch. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into her mouth. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation, filling her mouth with his thick, hot cum. His cum was salty and sweet and it was such a licentious sensation to have it sliding down my throat.
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With his hands still twisted in her hair, Brock pulled Angie up and turned her around. For a minute he just there letting his eyes travel up and down her body. Finally he zeroed in on her cute little derriere. It looked so spank able he couldn’t help himself. He raised his hand and …smack… brought it down hard on her right cheek. His mother jumped slightly and moaned. With a little smile, Brock admired the nice red handprint he’d just created. He lifted his hand again and …smack… placed a matching print on her left cheek. After …smack… several more …smack… swats on each …smack… cheek, her lovely bottom had turned a light shade of crimson. He was surprised that he was enjoying spanking my mother so much. He started to spank her hard concentrating on one cheek for a while then switching to the other. His mother started whimpering toward the end of his efforts. After five minutes of this his mother was crying softly.
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As tears cascaded down her cheeks, she decided it was time to up the ante. He lifted her left leg up on the side of the tub and slid his cock into her wet waiting pussy. Brock loved it when he entered her. He started with slow short little thrusts, going deeper and deeper each time as his Mom backed her ass up to meet him. As Brock went deeper and faster, Angie begged for him to go slower and let her feel all of him going in and out of her. Angie loved it when a big cock slammed into her slowly. It felt so good that Angie was not going to be able to stop until Brock shoot a big load of hot cum into her. Caught up in lust, Brock start pumping faster, pushing her against the cool wet shower tiles. He was fucking her so hard that his balls were flapping against her ass and her feet were leaving the floor, “OH MY GOD DON"T STOP,” screamed Angie. She could feel his big cock throbbing inside of her as his hot glistening goo is starting to spurt inside her. Brock felt her grunt as their bodies release together. “OH YESSSSSSSS.”
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Angie definitely woke up sore the next morning, but it was worth it, and anal became part of their sexual ritual. When I think that we’re going to have sex, Angie always takes an enema so she’s clean.
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The end…
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PS: Angie went on to become a successful stripper. After only a few months to gain experience, due to customer demand she switched from club work to private parties. It was usually at both bachelor and Bachelorette parties, an occasional bar Mitzvah and once word got around, frat parties at the local college.
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