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Greg's mother walked from the room without acknowledging his reply. She hid the smile on her face as she walked to her room.
"Should I give him a solo show or was watching me with an iron rod of a cock in my pussy what he preferred," she wondered to herself.
It wasn't time for bed, but she had an itch that needed relieving. As soon as the door to her bedroom closed, she was kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans in a frenzy. When she was finally naked from the waist down after nearly tripping over the clothing gathered at her ankles, she fell into her bed and fumbled with the drawer in her nightstand. As she removed the white, bubble-textured vibrator, she heard the door to her son's room slam shut.
"He's going to jerk his cock," she thought to herself.
She turned the device on to its lowest setting and pressed it against one of her nipples. Her shoulders shook as a shudder ran down her body.
"He's going to cum thinking of me sitting on a hard cock and bouncing up and down on it," she whispered.
She trailed the latex cock down her body until the tip rested above the hood that protected her clit. She squirmed, rotating her hips side to side as she pressed it harder against her love button. She continued thinking of what her son might be doing in his room while she masturbated herself thinking of him.
"Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person.
"Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.
She stifled her moan as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got between her legs.
"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.
She took the toy from her pussy and pushed it back in, imagining his fleshy cock was the thing penetrating her.
"I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.
She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.
She snapped out of her fantasy as she began to feel her pending orgasm grow in intensity. Her free hand manipulated her clit as she pushed the fake cock in and out of her with growing speed.
"Cumming," she whispered out loud.
The muscles in her stomach tensed up and her hips raised up off the bed as she jammed the vibrator in her pussy one more time. Her other hand was a blur as she took the final step over the ledge.
Her mouth opened to express her pleasure to the world but nothing came out. Her eyes were clenched shut as her torso writhed back and forth.
"Cumming!" she whispered again. Her voice was broken and nearly unintelligible.
She finally collapsed on the bed with her toy still buried inside her. She lay on the bed catching her breath when a voice came from the closet. Her eyes flew open in a flash and her face turned red with sudden embarrassment.
"Holy fuck, was that Jim or Greg? Who is in my room?" she wondered.
Her husband finally appeared from the closet. He had removed his shirt and his pants were falling to the floor as she observed his stiff cock make an appearance. For a man his age, he was wildly attractive. He had a full head of graying hair with a matching goatee. He was just a little thicker than slim, but she could trace the faint outline of the muscles on his chest and abs.
They had a magnificent sex life and she was just recently able to expand her side of it. Jim had brought home a bombshell brunette he had been banging at the office to share with his wife months prior. It was that night that Monica planted the idea in her head.
"How did it go?" he asked as he walked toward the bed, stroking his average sized cock
"He wants to watch me again," she said with a welcoming smile.
Greg's mother walked from the room without acknowledging his reply. She hid the smile on her face as she walked to her room.
"Should I give him a solo show or was watching me with an iron rod of a cock in my pussy what he preferred," she wondered to herself.
It wasn't time for bed, but she had an itch that needed relieving. As soon as the door to her bedroom closed, she was kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans in a frenzy. When she was finally naked from the waist down after nearly tripping over the clothing gathered at her ankles, she fell into her bed and fumbled with the drawer in her nightstand. As she removed the white, bubble-textured vibrator, she heard the door to her son's room slam shut.
"He's going to jerk his cock," she thought to herself.
She turned the device on to its lowest setting and pressed it against one of her nipples. Her shoulders shook as a shudder ran down her body.
"He's going to cum thinking of me sitting on a hard cock and bouncing up and down on it," she whispered.
She trailed the latex cock down her body until the tip rested above the hood that protected her clit. She squirmed, rotating her hips side to side as she pressed it harder against her love button. She continued thinking of what her son might be doing in his room while she masturbated herself thinking of him.
"Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person.
"Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.
She stifled her moan as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got between her legs.
"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.
She took the toy from her pussy and pushed it back in, imagining his fleshy cock was the thing penetrating her.
"I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.
She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.
She snapped out of her fantasy as she began to feel her pending orgasm grow in intensity. Her free hand manipulated her clit as she pushed the fake cock in and out of her with growing speed.
"Cumming," she whispered out loud.
The muscles in her stomach tensed up and her hips raised up off the bed as she jammed the vibrator in her pussy one more time. Her other hand was a blur as she took the final step over the ledge.
Her mouth opened to express her pleasure to the world but nothing came out. Her eyes were clenched shut as her torso writhed back and forth.
"Cumming!" she whispered again. Her voice was broken and nearly unintelligible.
She finally collapsed on the bed with her toy still buried inside her. She lay on the bed catching her breath when a voice came from the closet. Her eyes flew open in a flash and her face turned red with sudden embarrassment.
"Holy fuck, was that Jim or Greg? Who is in my room?" she wondered.
Her husband finally appeared from the closet. He had removed his shirt and his pants were falling to the floor as she observed his stiff cock make an appearance. For a man his age, he was wildly attractive. He had a full head of graying hair with a matching goatee. He was just a little thicker than slim, but she could trace the faint outline of the muscles on his chest and abs.
They had a magnificent sex life and she was just recently able to expand her side of it. Jim had brought home a bombshell brunette he had been banging at the office to share with his wife months prior. It was that night that Monica planted the idea in her head.
"How did it go?" he asked as he walked toward the bed, stroking his average sized cock
"He wants to watch me again," she said with a welcoming smile.
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