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“Are you kidding? He really came in his pants?” Mitch blurted out, glancing over at his mother, his eyes gaping in astonishment.

“Yep. Based on that stain that was blossoming in the crotch of his pants, I’m sure that’s what happened.”

“Oh man, that’s hilarious.” Mitch pulled his eyes back to the road as he headed home, the flickering light from the streetlights ripping like streaks of lightning through the car. “I know Justin always thought you were hot, but I can’t believe he went off just watching you, especially since you told him it was just a muscle spasm.”

“I guess I did tease him a little bit, asking him how my dress looked.”

“I heard. I think you really had him going.” Mitch looked over at his gorgeous mother, his eyes landing instantly on her massive tits.

“You don’t mind, do you, sweetie?” Nicole asked, reaching over and running her hand teasingly up her son’s thigh.

“Should I mind? It seems like you were having a lot of fun there, teasing him like that, especially with my mouth working like crazy on you beneath the table.”

“Mmmm, yes, you definitely are good at that. That’s why I didn’t want you to stop.” Her hand continued to slide up his thigh, her fingertips alighting on the protrusion of his heavy member. “And I guess you’re right, I did kind of get off on teasing him like that. But you’ve got nothing to worry about, baby, you’re more than enough for me.” She squeezed his cock, letting him know exactly what she was talking about, a contented smile on her face. “Don’t worry, baby, from now on, I’m all yours.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Mitch replied, clearly relieved. “You saying that means a lot.”

“Since we’ve cleared that up, you wouldn’t mind of I did a bit of teasing of Justin, or your other friends, from now on, would you? I have to admit, I do kind of get turned on doing it.” Her hand stroked his teenage prick, feeling it surge beneath his pants.

Mitch glanced over, seeing that mischievous look in her eye that he was getting to love so much, and knew how much she loved what was happening between them—even if that included a little teasing of his best friend. He’d been a willing participant in the little episode that had just occurred, and he had to admit he’d gotten a kick out of it too.”

“I don’t mind at all, as long as we can keep doing what we’re doing.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, baby,” Nicole said, withdrawing her hand from his lap and reaching into her purse. “I can’t see us stopping what we’ve just started—at least until I’ve permanently drained every last drop of cum from those big balls of yours. Ah, there’s what I’m looking for.”

Mitch took his eyes off the road for a second and glanced over, the flickering light illuminating something circular in her hand. “What’s that?”

“One of my hairbands you haven’t pilfered from my dressing table and made into a cock-ring,” Nicole replied, a smile on her face as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and whipped the hairband around it.

“You were looking for that right now?” Mitch asked, a curious look on his face.

“Yeah, I want to feel that big cock of yours in my mouth while you’re driving, and I don’t want my hair to get in the way. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh fuck, no!” Mitch belted out, another one of the fantasies involving his mother about to come true.

“That’s good, baby. I’ll pull my hair back like this whenever I want to get into some serious long-term suck sessions, like when I said sometime I’m going to suck on that beautiful prick all night long, just to see how many loads you can feed me.” Nicole reached for his midsection, quickly undoing his belt and zipping open his fly. She pulled down the waistband of his fitted boxers as she reached in, hauling out the long heavy tube of flesh. As soon as the broad flared head cleared the waistband, she slipped off her seatbelt and leaned over, her full pouty lips ovalled provocatively as she got closer and closer to his stiffening pecker. She kissed the tip tenderly, loving the spongy feel of his glans against her lips, and then let her jaws open as she slid downwards, feeding the flared mushroom head right inside her hot wet mouth.

“Oh Jesus, Mom, your mouth is incredible.” Mitch flicked his eyes down to his lap, loving the sight as his mother started to bob her head up and down, her cheeks caved in to create a deliciously hot sheath for his rising cock to press against.

Nicole sucked wantonly, a rush of desire running through her as she felt her son’s stiffening prick growing longer within her sucking mouth. She knew she was already addicted to her son’s magnificent cock, and she hadn’t been able to keep her itchy fingers off it, even on the short ride home. She cradled his balls with one hand, massaging them tenderly, hoping to help generate another massive load of thick rich teenage semen, knowing that load was going to end up either in her, or on her, somewhere. She didn’t really care where he wanted to dump it, as long as it was hers. “Mmmm...” She purred, closing her eyes in pure bliss as she felt his surging erection reach full status, the incredible cock almost as long and thick as her forearm, the head now engorged and bloated with hot teenage blood.

“Mom, that feels so good, but I don’t want to come just yet. I want to fuck this one way up inside you.”

Nicole smiled to herself, slipping her lips right off his surging dick and licking from the base to the tip, her lips closing in on the wet red eye to suck out a drizzling pulse of precum. “I’d love that too, baby. How about if I just slip my lips around the tip and you can feed me some of this delicious cock-honey the rest of the way home?

“That sounds perfect.” As Mitch returned his eyes to the road, his mother kept her head still as she continued to lean over his lap, her lips fastened snugly to the tip of his cock, slowly sucking out his flowing precum. She couldn’t believe how much of the stuff was running out of him—but she loved it, the silky slime making her taste buds salivate for more. She swallowed hungrily, letting the smooth warm sap slide luxuriously down her throat.

“We’re finally home,” Mitch said, pulling the car into the garage.

“C’mon, baby, I want to feel your big hard cock inside me again.” Taking her son by his sprouting appendage, Nicole led him to her bedroom, where she pushed him onto the bed. “Get undressed and into bed, Mommy’s going to get changed into something I’m sure you’re going to like.” With a saucy wink, she disappeared into the area of her dressing room and en-suite bathroom.

Feeling higher than a kite, Mitch watched her go, his eyes feasting on the lush curves of her sumptuous behind in the wickedly delicious yellow dress. Once she closed the door behind her, he took off his clothes, tossing them onto the easy chair next to the bed before climbing onto the bed, noticing the clean navy sheets his mother had put on following their marathon afternoon session. He smiled, remembering the mess they’d made on those sheets, and hoped these ones would be just as bad by the time they were done. He pushed most of the covers down to the bottom of the bed, pulling the crisp top sheet over his lap as he sat up against the headboard, his half-hard prick hanging nice and heavy between his legs, just waiting to be called up and into the game. He’d turned off all the lights but one on the bedside table next to him, the single light bathing the room in a warm amber glow. His mother was gone for quite a long time, and Mitch felt himself getting antsy, praying more than anything that she wasn’t having doubts about what they were doing. The door finally opened and he looked up, almost afraid of what his mother was going to say.

“Well, baby, what do you think?” his mother asked, leaning sensually against the door frame, her lush curvy body facing directly towards him.

As soon as Mitch looked over, he knew his anxious thoughts were totally unnecessary. The erotic vision before him laid all those tentative thoughts to rest, replaced by ones of pure lust. His mother looked sexier than he had ever seen her, and his eyes opened wide as he looked at what she was wearing. He gasped out loud, the wickedly sexy outfit literally taking his breath away.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Nicole said, a leering smile on her face as she sidled over to stand next to the bed, her body swaying seductively from side to side as she stepped towards him, looking sinfully erotic in another pair of sky-high stilettos.

“I ... I... ,” Mitch blubbered, unsure of what to say, gulping down the lump that had appeared in his throat. He couldn’t believe it, again she was wearing an outfit that he’d Photoshopped her into, editing her head onto a picture he’d downloaded on his computer. She looked even sexier than he’d ever thought imaginable—and that was saying a lot, based on the thousands of times he’d jerked off thinking about her. He let his eyes roam up and down her gorgeous body, taking in every dazzling detail.

His eyes had been immediately drawn to her spectacular breasts, erotically displayed in a black demi-cup bra. The bra was nothing more than a structural shelf, heavily reinforced with underwire to cup the heavy spheres from beneath, but erotically leaving the upper swells and thrusting bullet-like nipples exposed. The strawberry buttons seemed to be winking at him, and he felt himself salivating as he thought about getting his mouth looked around those stiff red buds. The black bra was adorned with pieces of red satin, formed into roses about two inches in diameter with a black dot in the middle.

Her body was exposed for a few inches below that, before a black high-waisted garter belt circled her body, the alluring garment looking more like a cincher than a garter belt. It was made of scintillating black mesh that ran from just an inch or two below the sexy bra down to her wide motherly hips, the front made even more exciting by spreading out temptingly in an inverted ‘V’, the opening provocatively adorned by crisscrossed black laces that were knotted in a ‘come-pull-me’ bow at the top of the teasing upside-down ‘V’. Similar to the bra, where the knotted laces met just below the junction of her massive breasts thrusting prominently just a few inches above, another of those brilliant red satin bows adorned the sexy garment.

Mitch looked down to where the provocative garter belt ended at her hips, seeing black ribbon-like garters reaching down to her upper thighs where the clasps bit teasingly into the wide bands at the top of sheer black gossamer hose. The nylons looked wickedly sheer as his eyes travelled down over her shapely legs, taking in the seductive way they caressed her dimpled knees and then down over her full muscular calves. His gaze travelled all the way down, where her delicate feet were encased in the sexiest shoes he’d ever seen. Like the rest of her gorgeous outfit, they were jet black as well, with a wickedly pointy toe cap that left the rest of her nylon-clad foot exposed, and then fastened with a thin strip that ran up the back of her heel with a wider strap that circled above her trim ankle. The heels were incredible. They had to be at least 5” high and stunningly sharp, the rapier-like stilettos taking his breath away.

Gulping again, he let his eyes travel back up, his eyes stopping at her teasingly displayed pussy, framed by a tiny pair of black crotchless panties. He could see her shaven pussy clearly, the enticing pink lips shining with desire already. There was a tiny panel of black silk above the opening, adorned with one of those delicate red satin roses that seemed to stare back at him, wanting to draw him in closer.

He looked at her arms, clad in opera-length black gloves, the sultry shoulder-length gloves making him shiver with a rush of desire. He looked up, seeing a black lace choker circling her neck, three strands of rope-like laces dangling down a few inches from another of those red roses at the front of the choker. It looked wickedly exciting, and he gulped as he looked up at her pretty face, his heart pounding in his chest as he surveyed her lovely features, her makeup done in dark rich tones to make her look even more slutty and wanton. The alluring dark grey and deep pink tones of her rich eyeshadow sent a jolt right to his midsection. She’d applied a new layer of mascara, thickening and lengthening her already gorgeous eyelashes. Her lipstick was even brighter than before, a gloriously brilliant cherry red that had his rising prick dreaming of slipping deep between those luxuriously painted red lips into the hot wet recesses of her mouth. Her hair was perfect—the lustrous honey-blonde tresses fluffed out wildly to frame her pretty features, making her look hotter and more seductive than any porn star he’d ever seen.

Nicole put her hands on her hips and slowly pivoted her body from side to side, her legs standing about shoulder-width apart as she looked back at him, that cock-hardening teasing look in her eye once more. “Why Mitchell, you almost look like you’ve seen me in this outfit before. But how can that be? I just bought it yesterday.”

The teasing look in his mother’s eye sent Mitch into a tailspin as he listened to her words, his heart pounding in his chest. As he looked her up and down, he knew this outfit with those vivid red bows was too specific for this to be just a coincidence—but how ... when... ?

“It couldn’t be that it looks just like one of those pictures you have of me on your computer, is it?”

Mitch gasped, staring at his mother with his eyes as big as saucers, struck dumb by her words. He could feel himself trembling, and he was so fucked up he didn’t know whether it was from excitement—or fear.

His mother reached over, tracing her glove-covered fingertip along his jawline, the tip of her finger now pulling gently on his quivering bottom lip. “Or maybe it reminds you of all those pictures you have of me in wedding lingerie, or all those other pictures of me in sexy outfits like this.” She paused for a second as he sat there trembling. “What’s the matter, sweetie, cat got your tongue?”

“Mom ... I ... uh...” Mitch mumbled incoherently, having no idea where to start, or what to say.

“Yesterday, you accidentally left your computer turned on when you went to school.”

“I did?” Mitch said, remembering he’d been troubled at school with the thought that he hadn’t turned it off, but at the time, he’d taken solace in the fact that his password-protected screensaver would have come on. “But how ... I mean ... my ... my screensaver?”

“I guess I was a little naughty to do what I did,” Nicole said, tracing the tip of one gloved finger along the enticing line of her deep cleavage, “but I was wondering what my little boy was up to on that computer of his all the time. I know that all teenage boys love porn, and I wondered what kind of things my little baby was looking at.”

Mitch sat there listening to her, still totally rattled. “But ... but the screensaver.”

“Oh, that,” his mother replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “It wasn’t too hard to guess your password. I always knew Bandit had a special place in your heart.” Nicole paused as her son gasped, the realization that she had actually guessed his password hitting home. “But you know what, sweetheart? I loved what I saw. At first I was shocked, and then I found myself getting more and more excited as I looked at all the pictures you had of me. I have to admit, I’m very impressed with what you’ve done with that Photoshop program. Who knew your old mom could look so good?”

Mitch felt his pounding heart slow, realizing he wasn’t in trouble at all—that the reality was quite the opposite, his mother having been turned on what she’d seen. “Mom, you are so much more beautiful in real life than any of those pictures I put you in.”

Nicole could see the relief wash over him, and it made her smile. “Thanks, baby. I actually loved some of those outfits you’d put me in, so much so that I just had to go out and buy some things yesterday.”

“So it wasn’t my imagination when I saw you in those new clothes that looked so much like the pictures I had on my computer?” They shared a smile as she shook her head, giving him another teasing little wink. “Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing things right—or if I was dreaming.”

“Did that business outfit I wore yesterday look like a dream, or that yellow bandage dress?”

Mitch gave a little laugh, feeling much more relaxed now that the truth of his obsession was out in the open. “Well, no. You looked like a dream in them, but I guess I really wasn’t dreaming at all.”

“From all those pictures, I saw how much you liked to see me in bridal lingerie. Did you think Mommy looked nice in her wedding dress?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“And what about what I had on underneath it?”

Mitch thought back to a few hours ago, and how fantastic his mother had looked once that wedding dress came off. “Mom, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Nicole smiled, letting her fingertips run down between her breasts and slowly over her flat stomach, her slender glove-covered fingers moving slowly towards the apex of her sex. “And what about this outfit? Do I look as good as the girl in the original picture?” Nicole knew that although the outfit was incredibly sexy on its own, the girl in the downloaded photo had much smaller breasts than she did, and having seen the numerous photos of busty women on her son’s computer, she knew he was definitely a tit-man.

“Oh, Mom, it ... it looks amazing. The girl in the original picture looks like nothing compared to you.”

“Really?” she asked teasingly, swaying provocatively back and forth, the protruding tips of her stiff nipples pointing right towards him.

Mitch was so dazzled by the dizzying display of pulchritude before him that he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “Jesus, Mom, you are so fucking hot.”

“Now Mitchell, that’s no way to talk about your mother,” Nicole said, giving him a stern look. She accompanied her words by taking an imposing stance next to the bed, her feet spread further apart, a fisted gloved hand on each hip.

The scowl on her face sent a tingling shiver through Mitch, especially since he knew his mother only used his full name when she was angry with him. Right at the moment, he couldn’t read her—the last few minutes had sent him for a loop, and right now, he didn’t know if she was seriously upset, or if she was just screwing with him. He decided to take the high road, play it safe and apologize, just in case. “I’m sorry, Mom. I ... uh ... I just got carried away looking at you.”

“I don’t know, Mitchell. Between that kind of language, and all those pictures you had of me on your computer...”

She let her words hang in the air, and Mitch could only look at her, unsure of what to say or do to take it back. “Mom, I’m sor—”

“NAA!” She held her palm up as she spoke, stopping him in midsentence, startling him. “You know, I think of all those times you must have jerked off to those pictures, thinking about me while pumping out load after load of teenage cum. What kind of boy thinks about dressing his mother up in sexy clothes like that, and then jerks off all over her face in those pictures? What kind of boy thinks about driving his long hard cock deep into the very birth canal from which he was born?” She paused for a second to let him think about what he’d done, his face flushing red. “I think I might have to punish you for your behavior. Yes, I think you need to be taught to treat your mother with respect.”

Mitch could see now the angry look on her face was theatrically exaggerated, that beneath the scowl her eyes were glinting with perverse desire. He decided to go along with whatever she wanted, and knew it was likely to be just as hot as everything else they’d done together. “I’m sorry, Mom. But if that’s what you think is best, I’m willing to take my punishment.”

“Well now, that’s what I want to hear from my little boy.” She paced back and forth beside the bed, looking fantastic in her sky-high heels, the slutty outfit emphasizing her mature hourglass figure. “Now, where shall we start? Hmmm, I know just the thing.” Mitch watched as she strode purposefully over to the closet and stepped inside, coming out moments later with a number of his father’s ties draped over one gloved hand. “At least your father is good for one thing,” she mumbled under her breath as she took one tie and wrapped it around her son’s wrist.

“Wh ... what are you doing?” Mitch asked, his voice almost quaking.

“I want to make sure you stay just the way I want you,” his mother replied, pulling his arm out and quickly fastening the tie to the top of one bedpost. She grabbed another of the ties and moved to the other side of the bed, reaching across and doing the same to his other hand. “I want to make sure you learn to respect you mother, and I want to make sure you understand who’s in charge here.” Mitch had been leaning against the headboard with the sheet over his lap, so Nicole reached forward and snapped the sheet downwards, drawing it completely off the bed and tossing it aside. She grabbed another of her husband’s silk ties and reached for Mitch’s foot, winding the tie around his ankle.

“What are you doing now?”

“Just shut up and do as you’re told. Maybe you should have thought more carefully when you were jerking on that big cock of yours while looking at those pictures of me.” She fastened the tie around his ankle and then drew his leg to the side until it pointed towards the corner of the bed. Satisfied he was in the position she wanted, she knelt down, fastening the other end of the tie to the corner post beneath the bed. She grabbed the last tie she’d brought, and quickly did the same to his other leg. “There, now you’re just the way I want you,” she said, a wicked leer on her pretty face.

Mitch looked down at himself, totally spread-eagled on the bed. He tentatively pulled at his constraints, and realized that she’d fastened them securely, but not too tight, and he knew if he really tried, he could break his bonds in an instant. But he definitely had no intention of doing that—after all, having his mother dominate him like this was another of his ongoing fantasies.

“But Mom,” he said, pulling his arms and legs as if fighting to get free, “wha—”

“SLAP!!” Her gloved hand swept quickly through the air, slapping him in the face, the abruptness of her act stunning him. “NO TALKING!” She laid her hand over his stinging face, caressing it gently. She crawled onto the bed and slung her nylon-clad leg over him, straddling his midsection. “The only thing I want coming out of that mouth of yours right now is your tongue.” She sidled up closer to his face, her gorgeous pussy glistening wetly in the opening of her crotchless panties. Mitch could smell her alluring scent, the warm womanly fragrance hitting his senses like an intoxicating drug. She rolled her hips slowly just above his face, letting him see what she was about to feed him. When she saw him instinctively lick his lips, she lowered herself, pressing her steaming loins right against his face. “C’mon, baby, get that tongue out and show Mommy some respect.”

Mitch shivered with excitement as his mother’s hot moist pussy pressed down on his mouth. Even if he wanted to get out from beneath her, there was no way he would have been able to. Eagerly, he slid his tongue forwards, letting the muscular organ slither right up inside her, the tip probing against the dripping tissues of her seeping trench.

“Ah yeah, that’s the way,” Nicole said with a soft moan, “show Mommy how much you love that pussy you came out of eighteen years ago.”

Mitch enthusiastically rolled his tongue all around her coital walls, letting her oily juices flow right onto his waiting tongue. He let the honey-like nectar slide deeper into his mouth, the flavour blossoming on his taste buds. He instantly wanted more, and sent his tongue deeper, like a divining rod probing for the spring that would give him the life juices he needed. The fragrant cunt-honey was seeping in waves out of her dripping snatch, now spreading out beyond his mouth to cover the lower part of his face. He instinctively tried to bring his hands to her body and pull her down even harder onto his working mouth—but he couldn’t, the restraints keeping him in place.

“You want more, baby?” Nicole asked, smiling to herself as she held onto the headboard, rocking her hips back and forth as she mashed her cunt right down on her son’s handsome face.

“Mm-hmmm,” Mitch mumbled in agreement against her steaming loins.

“Okay, baby,” his mother said, angling her hips backward slightly, bringing the erect spire of her fiery clit right in front of his mouth. “Work on that clit for a little bit, and then Mommy will give you a nice big mouthful of honey.”

Inspired by her promise, Mitch wrapped his lips around the stiff nodule and sucked, using his tongue to bathe the sensitive red button with his saliva.

“Oh God, that’s perfect. I don’t know why I wasn’t using that mouth of yours years ago.” Nicole gripped the headboard tightly in her gloved hands and tipped her head back, surrendering her curvy MILFish body to the luxurious sensations her son’s avidly-working mouth were causing within her. “That’s it, baby, suck that clit ... just keep sucking ... keep ... OH FUCCCCKKKKKKKK.” Nicole gasped out loud as she came, her body convulsing spastically, spraying her juicy nectar all over the lower part his face.

“Mmmm,” Mitch purred, feeling her clit throbbing between his lips as he continued to suck on it, warm womanly juices gushing out onto his chin.

“Okay, baby,” his twitching mother gasped out as she shifted her hips upwards, pulling her tingling clit from between his lips and plastering her dripping twat right down onto his mouth. “Get it all. Get every drop you can of that pussy-juice—show Mommy how much you want it.”

Mitch eagerly lapped up her discharge, swallowing lustily as he drew the fragrant nectar into his mouth and down his throat. His mother kept rocking back and forth as she came, making a total mess of his face with her spraying cum. Her quivering body finally slowed, and she sat right down on his face, rolling her lush behind in a teasing circle as she bathed his face with her dripping labia, totally covering his skin with her flowing juices. She shifted back and looked down at him from above, his face glistening obscenely with her creamy nectar.

“That was good, baby, but I don’t think you’ve shown Mommy enough respect yet.” With the words barely out of her mouth, she shifted forward again, bringing her seeping cunt right back down onto his mouth.

She rode his face through two more orgasms before letting him up for air, his face and hair covered with her slimy discharge. She looked down at her son as she sat back and recovered from her last climax, her sumptuous chest heaving as she drew in big gulps of cool air. Mitch was a mess, but the blissful look of contentment on his flushed red face told her all she needed to know.

“Are you okay, baby?” Nicole asked, swinging her leg over his body until she was kneeling at his side.

“Yes,” Mitch replied, drawing in big breaths of fresh air himself after having spent so much time pinned beneath his mother’s sauna-like pussy.

“Well, it looks like part of you is definitely okay.” Nicole had a beguiling smile on her face as she turned and looked at his midsection, his horse-like cock pointing rigidly northward, a glistening web of precum drooling from the tip. There was a huge puddle of the stuff coating his abdomen—obviously the alluring cock-sap had been flowing out of him for some time. “My baby’s such a mess everywhere, I guess Mommy should clean him up.”

Nicole leaned down and started licking his face. Like a mother cat with her kitten, she let her raspy tongue rake over his skin until she’d licked up every glistening drop of her cunt-honey. “Mmmmm, now I want some of this,” she said softly, shifting down on the bed until she was even with his midsection. As she lowered her mouth, she put one hand around his surging erection and lifted it out of the way, slowly pumping it at the same time.

Mitch watched, unable to move but thrilled by what he was seeing. As his mother lowered her face towards his taut abs, she took her other gloved hand and pulled back her hair, allowing him a perfect view of her face in profile. She flicked her eyes to his for a titillating second before placing her pursed red lips on the slimy puddle of precum and started licking and sucking, drawing the succulent masculine juice into her mouth. Her gloved hand stroking his prick was turning him on even more.

“Mmmm, that’s so good, but I think my baby still needs some relief. Is that right, sweetie?” she asked teasingly as she pumped his rigid pecker.

The black gloves felt wickedly erotic on his prick, and Mitch felt another throbbing pulse go through his beefy dong, his eyes seeing another shiny gob of precum bubble from the tip and slide down the inverted V on the underside of the massive glans.

“Oh dear, look what you’re doing to Mommy’s new gloves,” Nicole said, rubbing her glove-covered fingers right over the dripping red eye of his monstrous cock. She took her other hand and pumped the thick veiny shaft at the same time, forcing more of the tasty elixir to flow out over her hand. She held her gloved hand up for him to see, his glistening slime shining lewdly on the jet black material. “Well, I was going to jack you off to give you some relief, but look at what you’re doing to these gloves. No, there’s no way I can do that.”