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Part 1 - The Separation (Mom/Son) free porn video
The woman looked at her naked body in the the full length mirror.
Her beautiful face was sad, her big hazel eyes full of tears and her small nose sniffling as her full red lips contorted in pain.
The dark lines that showed her 50 years deepened around her eyes and mouth as she stared at her tits.
Big, full, and drooping all the way down to her belly, her tits were creamy white with pink aerols and very long, almost 2 inch long nipples.
She grabbed her breasts and looked at herself again.
"Those are his hands" she told herself, but not for one moment did she believe that.
His hands were warm, strong and yet delicate.
She pinched her nipples. Fresh, warm milk shot forth and landed on the mirror.
"If those were his hands, my milk would land in his mouth."
She sobbed. If only he were here, he would not only milk her but won't let any thing go to waste. He'd drink till he was full and she was empty.
Then they'd reverse roles and she'd put her mouth to his young, thick organ and suck till he released fresh, white milk of his own into her mouth.
"I love your cum!" she'd whisper.
"Its your milk that makes my cum so sweet." He'd whisper back and then, satisfied, they'd go to sleep in each other's arms.
But none of that'd happen today. Her son was away on a field trip and won't be back for another 2 weeks.
"I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him?" she mumbled.
"Yes. Of course he does." She said emphatically.
"He he he" an evil voice in her head laughed.
"You know that's not true!" it mocked her.
She opened her eyes and stared at herself again. In her anger she had squeezed her nipples really hard and copious amount of milk was now streaming forth.
"He misses me. I know he does." She said out loud.
"Why would he? There're enough women and "girls" to keep him occupied." the voice reminded her.
"But I am his mother!" she argued.
"And he needs a lover. One who he can brag about to his friends." the voice continued.
"My son loves me." she said defiantly.
"He he he!" the voice cackled like an evil old witch. "He likes girls his own age. That's why he wants you to wear short, tight dresses."
That was true. Lizzy wore long dresses, pants and other modest clothes that a woman her age was supposed to wear. She also didn't do a lot of makeup, just her eyes and lips.
She still looked hot but perhaps only to the men her age.
She had a nice, curvy body. She worked out to keep herself toned but there was no way she could compete with those slutty teenagers.
Now in its 5th decade, her body had sagged everywhere. Her face and neck showed her age. Her large tits sagged the most, all the way down to her navel. Yoga kept her belly toned but her large hips had visibly cellulite. She still loved the shape of her toned thighs and legs.
More than once she had noticed Kevin ogling girls in tight miniskirts and tube tops.
"Mom, you should wear skirts. He said as she put her make up on for their date night.
"I am too old for skirts." Lizzy said without thinking about it too much. Kevin didn't say anything but Lizzy caught the disappointment in his eyes.
Next day she went on a shopping spree and bought herself many skirts, micro, mini and full length, as well as tube tops and t-shirts. Every thing looked obscene on her plump frame. Miniskirts made her ass look even larger. Mirco minis didn't leave anything to imagination. At a certain angle, one could even see her gaping asshole behind her thong.
But Kevin loved it. He insisted she put on nothing but micro mini and a tight tubetop with no underwear.
He kissed her a lot, sucked her tits a lot and came several times in her mouth for the first week.
Lizzy was happy she could make her son happy but she refused to wear any of her new clothes outside.
"Why not" Kevin shrieked.
"Because I look ridiculous in those things and I don't wanna get arrested either."
"You won't." Kevin argued. "Just wear a coat and come with me."
"No, I wont!"
"Oh mom! You can be such a bitch!"
"KEVIN McCLARNY!" Lizzy finally lost her patience with her son.
"Go back to your room and think about how to talk to your mother."
They had kissed and made up that night. She had sucked Kevin's anus and then his cock till he was about to erupt. When he did, she turned around and got on all fours, spread her hips and stretched her ruined asshole. Kevin aimed his cock and came all over his mother's ass, most of his cum landing deep inside her anus.
She pushed her fingers in her rectum and scooped his cum out and then licked every single drop while he watched her.
" I will eat your cum from anywhere.Even my own asshole. That's how much I love you Kevin." she said smacking her lips.
But when she leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth, he smiled and turned away, reaching for the camp prospectus. She was hurt but let it go, thinking that her son will forget about their silly fight over her wardrobe.
But now, she could see that he never did. He still liked girls in short, tight dresses, sluttier, the better. Probably the voice in her head was right. He didn't love her anymore, not as much as she loved him but she couldn't let her fear win.
"That's a lie!" she accused the evil witch in her head.
"Really? Come Lizzy, tell me when was the last time Kevin initiated mutual milking?
She thought about it. They had sucked each other dry on their last night together, but she had to wait all day. She still remembered how he had gently pushed her away when she tried to wake him up with a slow, sensual fellatio.
"I have to get ready for the camp mom." he said cupping her face with both hands and dragging her back up to his chest. They kissed.
"What are you worried about mister? I am the one who does all the packing." she sad playfully, still toying with his cock.
"But you said I have to vacuum my room before I leave."
"Mmm..." she groaned. "Let me vacuum your beautiful cock. Then I will vacuum your room while you are gone."
Then she sat up and pinched her nipples sending her milk flying over to his face. He turned to avoid getting splashed in the eye.
They sat their playing but Kevin wanted to get out of the bed.
"Oh My God!" she groaned. "My son doesn't love me anymore!"
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Slowly, painfully she removed her hands from her body and dragged herself to the bed.
Her sorrow turned to anger. The boy she had dedicated her life to, the one who she thought will love her forever, had already outgrown her and her milk laden breasts.
"If Kevin doesn't want me anymore, I won't embarrass him or myself." she promised as she tossed and turned in her king sized bed.
She inhaled the bed sheet. It smelled of their love. So much mom-son fluids had fallen into that bed that the mattress was full of their love.
The pain of separation combined with shame of rejection by her true love tortured her for several hours before she reached over for her purse and fished out a small red tablet. The word "LOVE" was etched on one side and "X" on the other.
"Kevin doesn't like it when I party alone. He sees this as a sign of weakness. Fuck him! He ain't the boss of me."
"I am his mother for Christ's sake! That motherfucker can sleep on the couch for all I care." she cursed as she popped the pill and chewed on it.
In minutes, the pill worked its magic and numbed the pain. Now relaxed, her nipples gained another inch, her pussy started dripping, her asshole relaxed and opened up like a flower. She could feel the pleasure between her loins.
"May be forgetting Kevin won't be so hard." she thought as she rubbed herself, first gently, then furiously and came all of the bed in a few minutes. Then she collapsed.
Almost immediately, the pain of separation returned and poked her like a thousand needles being pushed into her soft, fleshy body. Even her eyes hurt.
Her last thoughts were that of her son sitting on her face and smothering her with his deliciously open asshole. She wanted to cum again but the fatigue finally caught up with her body and brought her the much needed sleep.
It was 4 in the morning when she opened her eyes. Her nipples were wet.
"Damn! I am expressing again." she mumbled. But it felt good. The sensation reminded her of something familiar, something comfortable.
She sighed and sank back into her pillow before feeling the constant pull on her nipples and her large tits.
Her eyes shot open wide and she stared down at the back of her son's head whose mouth was working diligently on his mother's milk laden tits.
"Kevin!" she exclaimed.
"Mmmmm..." Kevin mumbled, not letting go of his mother's tits.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him away till he looked up at her.
"What are you doing back so early? The camp is supposed to last another 2 weeks!"
"I couldn't stay away from you mom!" Kevin whispered.
"I missed you everyday and without your milk, I am feeling listless and weak!"
"Oh baby!" she sounded worried as her motherly instinct kicked in.
"I haven't had an erection in 5 days mom!" Kevin continued.
"Kevin!" she moaned and kissed his forehead.
"I was so desperate for you that I wrote poems and prayers for you mom!"
"Really!"
"Yes!" Kevin whispered as he fished out a small piece of paper from his back pocket and then began to read his silly but lovely poem.
"To say you are beautiful is not enough, You are amazing and tough.
You show me the path, you help me through
And your love makes me do
The most amazing things, that help me grow
But it is your milk that really makes it so
Fresh from your breasts, when I suck your nipples,
My strength doubles with every tipple
Your big, fleshy ass, your sweet anus
Are all beautiful and famous
I wanna be with you all the time,
Separating from you is a crime.
Take me back O my gracious mom,
I am yours and so is my sperm."
"Oh darling!" she cried. "That's so beautiful."
She scooted closer. The mother and the son locked lips and kissed deeply. She fell back on her pillows and he leaned over her as they continued to kiss. She slipped her hands into his jeans and pulled on his underwear as he kept massaging her swollen tits.
Still kissing she undid her son's jeans and pushed it down his ass. Kevin helped her by wiggling his hips and pushing his jeans and underwear down.
When naked the mother and son locked each other in a tight embrace, the mother's legs wrapped around the son's naked hips while he slipped his hands down and under her huge rear and lifted her as their tongues still wrestled and they exchanged saliva.
Her beautiful face was sad, her big hazel eyes full of tears and her small nose sniffling as her full red lips contorted in pain.
The dark lines that showed her 50 years deepened around her eyes and mouth as she stared at her tits.
Big, full, and drooping all the way down to her belly, her tits were creamy white with pink aerols and very long, almost 2 inch long nipples.
She grabbed her breasts and looked at herself again.
"Those are his hands" she told herself, but not for one moment did she believe that.
His hands were warm, strong and yet delicate.
She pinched her nipples. Fresh, warm milk shot forth and landed on the mirror.
"If those were his hands, my milk would land in his mouth."
She sobbed. If only he were here, he would not only milk her but won't let any thing go to waste. He'd drink till he was full and she was empty.
Then they'd reverse roles and she'd put her mouth to his young, thick organ and suck till he released fresh, white milk of his own into her mouth.
"I love your cum!" she'd whisper.
"Its your milk that makes my cum so sweet." He'd whisper back and then, satisfied, they'd go to sleep in each other's arms.
But none of that'd happen today. Her son was away on a field trip and won't be back for another 2 weeks.
"I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him?" she mumbled.
"Yes. Of course he does." She said emphatically.
"He he he" an evil voice in her head laughed.
"You know that's not true!" it mocked her.
She opened her eyes and stared at herself again. In her anger she had squeezed her nipples really hard and copious amount of milk was now streaming forth.
"He misses me. I know he does." She said out loud.
"Why would he? There're enough women and "girls" to keep him occupied." the voice reminded her.
"But I am his mother!" she argued.
"And he needs a lover. One who he can brag about to his friends." the voice continued.
"My son loves me." she said defiantly.
"He he he!" the voice cackled like an evil old witch. "He likes girls his own age. That's why he wants you to wear short, tight dresses."
That was true. Lizzy wore long dresses, pants and other modest clothes that a woman her age was supposed to wear. She also didn't do a lot of makeup, just her eyes and lips.
She still looked hot but perhaps only to the men her age.
She had a nice, curvy body. She worked out to keep herself toned but there was no way she could compete with those slutty teenagers.
Now in its 5th decade, her body had sagged everywhere. Her face and neck showed her age. Her large tits sagged the most, all the way down to her navel. Yoga kept her belly toned but her large hips had visibly cellulite. She still loved the shape of her toned thighs and legs.
More than once she had noticed Kevin ogling girls in tight miniskirts and tube tops.
"Mom, you should wear skirts. He said as she put her make up on for their date night.
"I am too old for skirts." Lizzy said without thinking about it too much. Kevin didn't say anything but Lizzy caught the disappointment in his eyes.
Next day she went on a shopping spree and bought herself many skirts, micro, mini and full length, as well as tube tops and t-shirts. Every thing looked obscene on her plump frame. Miniskirts made her ass look even larger. Mirco minis didn't leave anything to imagination. At a certain angle, one could even see her gaping asshole behind her thong.
But Kevin loved it. He insisted she put on nothing but micro mini and a tight tubetop with no underwear.
He kissed her a lot, sucked her tits a lot and came several times in her mouth for the first week.
Lizzy was happy she could make her son happy but she refused to wear any of her new clothes outside.
"Why not" Kevin shrieked.
"Because I look ridiculous in those things and I don't wanna get arrested either."
"You won't." Kevin argued. "Just wear a coat and come with me."
"No, I wont!"
"Oh mom! You can be such a bitch!"
"KEVIN McCLARNY!" Lizzy finally lost her patience with her son.
"Go back to your room and think about how to talk to your mother."
They had kissed and made up that night. She had sucked Kevin's anus and then his cock till he was about to erupt. When he did, she turned around and got on all fours, spread her hips and stretched her ruined asshole. Kevin aimed his cock and came all over his mother's ass, most of his cum landing deep inside her anus.
She pushed her fingers in her rectum and scooped his cum out and then licked every single drop while he watched her.
" I will eat your cum from anywhere.Even my own asshole. That's how much I love you Kevin." she said smacking her lips.
But when she leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth, he smiled and turned away, reaching for the camp prospectus. She was hurt but let it go, thinking that her son will forget about their silly fight over her wardrobe.
But now, she could see that he never did. He still liked girls in short, tight dresses, sluttier, the better. Probably the voice in her head was right. He didn't love her anymore, not as much as she loved him but she couldn't let her fear win.
"That's a lie!" she accused the evil witch in her head.
"Really? Come Lizzy, tell me when was the last time Kevin initiated mutual milking?
She thought about it. They had sucked each other dry on their last night together, but she had to wait all day. She still remembered how he had gently pushed her away when she tried to wake him up with a slow, sensual fellatio.
"I have to get ready for the camp mom." he said cupping her face with both hands and dragging her back up to his chest. They kissed.
"What are you worried about mister? I am the one who does all the packing." she sad playfully, still toying with his cock.
"But you said I have to vacuum my room before I leave."
"Mmm..." she groaned. "Let me vacuum your beautiful cock. Then I will vacuum your room while you are gone."
Then she sat up and pinched her nipples sending her milk flying over to his face. He turned to avoid getting splashed in the eye.
They sat their playing but Kevin wanted to get out of the bed.
"Oh My God!" she groaned. "My son doesn't love me anymore!"
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Slowly, painfully she removed her hands from her body and dragged herself to the bed.
Her sorrow turned to anger. The boy she had dedicated her life to, the one who she thought will love her forever, had already outgrown her and her milk laden breasts.
"If Kevin doesn't want me anymore, I won't embarrass him or myself." she promised as she tossed and turned in her king sized bed.
She inhaled the bed sheet. It smelled of their love. So much mom-son fluids had fallen into that bed that the mattress was full of their love.
The pain of separation combined with shame of rejection by her true love tortured her for several hours before she reached over for her purse and fished out a small red tablet. The word "LOVE" was etched on one side and "X" on the other.
"Kevin doesn't like it when I party alone. He sees this as a sign of weakness. Fuck him! He ain't the boss of me."
"I am his mother for Christ's sake! That motherfucker can sleep on the couch for all I care." she cursed as she popped the pill and chewed on it.
In minutes, the pill worked its magic and numbed the pain. Now relaxed, her nipples gained another inch, her pussy started dripping, her asshole relaxed and opened up like a flower. She could feel the pleasure between her loins.
"May be forgetting Kevin won't be so hard." she thought as she rubbed herself, first gently, then furiously and came all of the bed in a few minutes. Then she collapsed.
Almost immediately, the pain of separation returned and poked her like a thousand needles being pushed into her soft, fleshy body. Even her eyes hurt.
Her last thoughts were that of her son sitting on her face and smothering her with his deliciously open asshole. She wanted to cum again but the fatigue finally caught up with her body and brought her the much needed sleep.
It was 4 in the morning when she opened her eyes. Her nipples were wet.
"Damn! I am expressing again." she mumbled. But it felt good. The sensation reminded her of something familiar, something comfortable.
She sighed and sank back into her pillow before feeling the constant pull on her nipples and her large tits.
Her eyes shot open wide and she stared down at the back of her son's head whose mouth was working diligently on his mother's milk laden tits.
"Kevin!" she exclaimed.
"Mmmmm..." Kevin mumbled, not letting go of his mother's tits.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him away till he looked up at her.
"What are you doing back so early? The camp is supposed to last another 2 weeks!"
"I couldn't stay away from you mom!" Kevin whispered.
"I missed you everyday and without your milk, I am feeling listless and weak!"
"Oh baby!" she sounded worried as her motherly instinct kicked in.
"I haven't had an erection in 5 days mom!" Kevin continued.
"Kevin!" she moaned and kissed his forehead.
"I was so desperate for you that I wrote poems and prayers for you mom!"
"Really!"
"Yes!" Kevin whispered as he fished out a small piece of paper from his back pocket and then began to read his silly but lovely poem.
"To say you are beautiful is not enough, You are amazing and tough.
You show me the path, you help me through
And your love makes me do
The most amazing things, that help me grow
But it is your milk that really makes it so
Fresh from your breasts, when I suck your nipples,
My strength doubles with every tipple
Your big, fleshy ass, your sweet anus
Are all beautiful and famous
I wanna be with you all the time,
Separating from you is a crime.
Take me back O my gracious mom,
I am yours and so is my sperm."
"Oh darling!" she cried. "That's so beautiful."
She scooted closer. The mother and the son locked lips and kissed deeply. She fell back on her pillows and he leaned over her as they continued to kiss. She slipped her hands into his jeans and pulled on his underwear as he kept massaging her swollen tits.
Still kissing she undid her son's jeans and pushed it down his ass. Kevin helped her by wiggling his hips and pushing his jeans and underwear down.
When naked the mother and son locked each other in a tight embrace, the mother's legs wrapped around the son's naked hips while he slipped his hands down and under her huge rear and lifted her as their tongues still wrestled and they exchanged saliva.
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