Adultery Mom's fun

[nandoghosh]

You're not," Breanna shot back. "I told you. You're only gonna grind on me. I have high standards for guys feeling me up." 

"Oh yeah? What standard am I not meeting? What don't I have?" 

"Hmm... Well, it's definitely not the size of your cock, that's for sure. Your problem is you can't turn me on enough." 

The guy was frustrated with that indictment. "Then tell me what turns you on! What am I not doing right?" 

Breanna breathed from her workout. "I already told ya what turns me on, and you couldn't do it. I told you to flex your cock into me. I told you to press it into me as hard as you can. You can't seem like you can work it in how I want. I've never met a guy who could." 

"I'm flexing so damn hard it hurts! How the hell else d'you want me to do it? I wanna do it for you." 

"I like to feel like a guy's fucking me." 

The man's face went from showing intensity to showing wonder. Breanna nodded, "Yeah... That's what I needed. I bent over for you to see what you could do to me with that big cock of yours, and I wasn't too impressed. If you wanted me to be a slut for you in front of all your friends, then you had to show me you could fuck me like one." 

"I can do that for you," the man pleaded. "Bend over again, and I can make you feel like you're being fucked like crazy." 

"Sorry," Breanna shrugged. "I gave you a fair shot." 

She could see the lustful determination in the man's eyes. It was an unshakeable lust that she had manipulated into him. Not willing to give up, the man wrapped his arms even tighter around the beautiful blonde, pushed his hips toward the bottom of her ass, and thrust up and in as hard as he could. With each beat of the song, he powerfully thrust again, trying to deeply slide his shaft between Breanna's butt cheeks. 

Spencer was in a sweltering haze. He watched his sexy mother subtly mouth, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." To his curiosity, Spencer watched as his mom said, "That's enough," grabbing the hands wrapped around her body and prying them away. For the first time since they had started, Breanna and the man's bodies were not touching. 

The younger, tanned guy had a worried face. Breanna turned her head to look up at him. "Goddamn," she suddenly grinned, "you really wanna feel me up, don't you?" 

The horny man nodded. "Yeah, so bad. You're so fucking hot." His tone was begging. 

Breanna then flicked her eyes to her son to make sure he was observing intently. She then spun around to face the man and then pressed her tits into the man's rib cage. She grabbed his thick rod through his jeans and used her other hand to yank the collar of his shirt, pulling his head down. Spencer wiped the perspiration from his forehead and witnessed his mom slip her tongue into the man's mouth. 

After kissing him sensually, Breanna fiercely said, "I'm going to bend over again. This is your last chance. If you wanna feel my body up, then I suggest you move that that fucking veil covering my ass out of the way, put your fucking hands on my ass like you actually have a set of big balls, and dry hump me so damn hard that you rip a hole in your shorts and end up inside me. And if you make me anywhere as horny as you just did, I swear to fucking god that you're gonna end up with my tits in your hands and my mouth wrapped around your cock." 

The stranger had never felt more like a man yet less in control. An "Ok..." was all he could muster. 

Breanna turned around to see that her son was so red that he might have been about to pass out. Not that she had been paying attention to them, but Breanna noticed that all of the men were still in the circle. They were uncomfortable but too turned-on to leave. 

Breanna directly faced her son. Looking into Spencer's eyes as she said it, Breanna commanded the stranger, "I want you to make my tits bounce as much as you can." 

"God, yes," the voice behind her agreed. 

With an aroused smile, Breanna fondly stared at her son as she bent over at the waist once more. In no time at all, she felt her veil being lifted up and away. An erection wrapped in damp clothing began sliding between her butt cheeks. This time, it could slide in even deeper. 

In thrusts that were synchronized the music, the man thrust his penis up and down, circulating it only a little bit. The mom moaned and bit down on her lip, letting the man's eager hands handle her bare ass. With each thrust, Breanna shot a naughty look at her son. 

Spencer had to be dreaming. Everything his mom had done the entire night had driven him even crazier than the thing she did before. He thought back to how she had danced with him in a filthy way just so she could get even filthier with a stranger. 

Breanna proudly looked at each of her boobs, watching them magnificently jiggle and bounce from the energy of the stranger's thrusts. She made eye contact with her son again and silently mouthed, "You're welcome." 

Immediately after her flirting, Breanna felt the hands on her backside slide around her thighs and onto her bikini-covered mound. "Ahhh," she moaned. She wanted to keep toying and teasing, but her partner was at the point of asking for it all. 

Removing his hands and stepping away, Breanna turned back to the man. They kissed again. Breanna took his hand in hers and said, "Let's go." 

"Okay! Where're we headed?" 

"Someplace where I can suck your dick in private." 

Dragging the dazed man behind her, Breanna left the circle and announced, "Sorry, guys, show's over." 

Breanna quickly waved her finger for Spencer to follow. The mom led her dance partner toward the bathrooms, quietly being followed by her son. 

There were lines to the bathrooms, but they walked around them. Some inebriated people shouted at the suspected line-cutters. The angry patrons looked to the bathroom-line attendant for answers, but the bribed employee simply responded, "They're not cutting." 

Breanna and her toy-for-the-evening walked into the server room, leaving the door open behind them. The man was curious how they were able to walk by everyone and into the room, but he did not want to start pulling threads. Knowing her son was close behind, Breanna pushed the man toward the far end of the room. 

The room had a server stack, scattered tech devices, and some random storage boxes. The only light source in the room came from the bright screensaver of a large monitor sitting on an office desk. After promptly finding a good viewing point for her son, Breanna seductively whispered to the stranger, "Get against that wall and close your eyes. No peeking." 

"Ok," the man blindly agreed. 

Breanna saw her son's eyes peeking through the doorway. Using hand gestures, Breanna urged him to get in and quietly lock the door behind him. Spencer did just that. The room was darker than the club but was still well-lit by the computer monitor. 

The smart son quickly found the same great hiding spot that his mom left for him. He stood in the shadow of the server tower, which he could fully duck behind at a moment's notice. 

"When can I open my eyes?" The man was anxious to get started. 

Realizing she had not planned a good reason for him to close his eyes, Breanna unhooked the veils from her brass belt. She had nothing underneath except her g-string bikini bottom. "In a minute, Sweety. I'm just finishing a surprise for you. No need to rush this." 

Breanna turned back to Spencer and smiled at him. It was an oddly intimate and loving mother-son moment. 

Spencer was already rubbing himself through his black pants as he gave his mom an encouraging thumbs up. Her face shining in the computer light, Breanna motioned to her son's groin and instructively mouthed, "Take it out." 

Spencer's eyes went wide, but he happily did as she asked. He wiggled the tight pants down his thighs, and his seven-and-a-half-inch cock was freed. He eagerly checked for his mom's reaction. 

"Wow," Breanna mouthed, nodding sincerely, "it looks nice too!" 

Spencer was thrilled that he was somehow in a position where his mom would even think of saying something like that to him. Spencer placed his hand on it and began jerking it. 

Breanna quickly pressed her finger to her lips. Silently giggling, she used hand gestures to help her tell her son, "Quiet! Don't jerk hard. Don't cum in here!" 

Her son nodded. Breanna then motioned to the patient man against the wall, suggestively raised her eyebrows at Spencer, and then said out loud, "Alright! Open your eyes..." 

The man opened his eyes to see that the skimpily-dressed woman had shed even more clothing. She was standing in nothing but her decorative bikini bra, g-string bottom, and heels. 

"Holy fucking shit, this is really happening," the guy blurted. "Your body is so nice." 

"Why, thank you. Why don't you take your shirt off so I can see yours?" 

The man did as she asked. He had a perfectly-acceptable above-average body. 

Breanna leaned her chest into his bare torso. She had a slight wiggle in her waist as she kissed him again and reached her hands down to undo the button and zipper on his shorts. 

"How often d'you do this?!" The guy clearly was asking due to being inspired, not concerned. 

The blonde let his shorts fall to the ground. "Hmm... I would say rarelyenough where it's a special treat, but often enough where I'm way too good at it." 

"Oh my god, you're so hot. I can't believe you're not married or have a boyfriend." 

Coyly shrugging, Breanna suggested, "Who said I wasn't married? Maybe I'm just a cheating slut that likes to sneak out and blow men that turn me on." 

Keeping her gaze locked onto his bewildered eyes, Breanna tugged the man's boxers down his thighs and dropped to her knees as she did so. "Nine inches looks a lot bigger when it's in front of your face," Breanna joked. 

"It's actually nine-and-a-half," the man boasted. 

"Oh, sorry about that. I've gotten pretty good at measuring with my ass, but I'm still not as good as I am with my mouth." Breanna took the erection into her hand and began to stroke it. 

"Ahhhh, that feels nice. So... how do I compare with your husband?" 

Rolling her eyes, Breanna assured, "You have a big, hard, cum-filled cock right in front of me that you wanna shove into my mouth. And I'm about to let you. That's all you need to know." With that, Breanna let go of his shaft, and just using her lips, funneled it into her open mouth. 

The man moaned from the feeling of her warm, wet mouth sliding down his penis. Breanna looked back at Spencer from the corner of her eye. She then removed her mouth from the cock, promptly taking a long, sensual lick of its length, and then used her tongue to massage its pink head. "And do you really think I'm risking my marriage to put a smaller dick in my mouth?" Breanna added, winking. She then went in for another lick.