Adultery Mom's fun

[nandoghosh]

Spencer imagined his mom's tongue glazing his shaft with her saliva. He had never wanted her this badly. 

Breanna continued her tour of the package by sucking on each of his testicles. She heard the man groan. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked. 

"Yeeesss. Can I hold your tits?" 

"Please do." 

The man reached down and firmly gripped Breanna's breasts through her costume. Spencer still remembered the unworldly feeling of holding them in his hands. 

"Actually," Breanna halted, "close your eyes again. Do notpeek." 

This time, the man had an idea of what the surprise would be. But he would have to wait. 

Breanna rose from her knees. She removed the credit card, remaining cash, and her phone from her decorated top. Taking a step toward her son, Breanna grinned at him as she untied the back of her bikini. Spencer covered his mouth to stifle his loud breathing. He watched carefully as his mom lifted the bikini top over her head, letting her firm, mature breasts fall into place. They looked even bigger with her top off. 

The mom proudly admired her chest and then shimmied her shoulders to make her breasts sway. 

With one hand massaging the side of his face and the other massaging his penis, Spencer silently remarked, "They're perfect!" 

Her cheeks reddened, Breanna responded to her son's compliment by running her thumbs around her areolas and hardened nipples. Her speechless son shook his head in disbelief. Playfully winking, Breanna mouthed back in excitement, "I can't believe I let you hold them." She then walked back to the naked man against the wall. 

Breanna took the man's hands and placed them on her bare breasts. His body jolted. "Wow, they're warm." 

"Yeah, I'm horny," Breanna chuckled. "Open your eyes now." 

The man saw himself holding the firm, creamy breasts in the palms of his hands. "These are literally the nicest tits I've ever seen." 
"I get told that a lot," Breanna smirked. She dropped back down to her knees. "Well, I think that's enough with the foreplay. You really need to cum." 



Spencer watched his mom take the long erection back into her mouth. She made an expert blowjob look easy. Breanna sucked the shaft by bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, keeping eye contact with the mesmerized stranger the entire time. The only time she broke her rhythm and concentration was when she licked the knob of his cock while she regained her breath. 



Spencer had no idea how this guy was still holding out. Despite his mom's order not to cum, Spencer was uncontrollably masturbating. The sound of his moist balls slapping into his thighs was easily drowned out by the sound of his mom's fervently-messy oral and the pulse of the music. 



It had only been a minute, but the guy's eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his moaning was constant. Though the man was unable to even see straight, Breanna chose not to end things now. She let the erection pop out of her mouth, and she licked his knob again while staring back at her son. 



Breanna having a dick in her mouth while looking back at Spencer masturbating was intense for both the mother and the son. Breanna did notice an urgent problem, though, as her son was beating off as fast as he could. 



"Close your eyes," Breanna panted loudly, stopping the oral sex. 



"Ughh, I was so close!" The guy winced. He was not mad at Breanna, rather he was feeling the pain of being blue-balled. 



"Believe me, I know how close you were," she said, smugly. "Keep your eyes closed and don't move." 



The man did as she said. Breanna rose to her feet again and walked toward Spencer. He slowed his stroking, wondering why his mom was coming over this time. 



With the fans of the computing systems and the echoing of the club music creating enough cover noise, rather than having her son read her lips again, Breanna stepped right next to him, placed her hand on his far shoulder, leaned in, and pressed her lips into his ear. 



Spencer's body was electrified from the sensation of his mom's bare boobs were pressing into his chest and arm. He surprised himself by having the courage to bend his arm out and place it on her lower back. He listened to what his mom whispered in his ear. 



"Spence, ya gotta cool it with the jerking off." 


He whispered lowly into his mom's ear. "I know. I can't help it. You're turning me on too much." I'm glad to hear that. But you can cum to me at literally any other time. Right now, you need to stop. If you can't control it, hold your hands behind your back." 



"I swear, I'll try not to touch it." 



In a swift move, the mother covered her son's mouth with one hand and grabbed his throbbing dick with the other. Spencer's moans and gasps were muffled. 



"Shhh." Breanna instinctively moved over so that her chest was pressing into his. "You see how this feels?" The mom began grazing her manicured fingernails up and down her son's shaft. Her son nodded in stunned agreement. "I could touch you like this again, but only if you resist touching it. Can you do that?" 



Spencer was living a beautiful, twisted dream. He nodded his head, and Breanna removed her hands from his mouth and penis. 



"I know you like having my boobs on your body, but I should probably go back now," Breanna poked. 



"I love you," Spencer blurted out, in a barely audible voice. 



Just as Breanna was leaning away, she blushed again and firmly pressed her hard body into his. "I love you too, Spence. That's why I'm enjoying this so much. And one more thing..." 



"What?" 



"For future reference, when a woman, wearing nothing but a thong, walks up to you, presses her tits into you, strokes your cock, and tells you she loves you..." Breanna reached behind her and adjusted her son's hand, "That's probably a good sign you don't have to be nervous about feeling her up." 



Spencer was overwhelmingly infatuated, and his head was spinning. He looked deeply into his mom's eyes and squeezed the hand she had just placed on her butt cheek. A rush of emotion swept over Breanna, and she responded by romantically kissing her son's lips. 



Her son's eyes flashed open and then shut tightly. Feeling his mom's tongue exploring his mouth, Spencer massaged her tongue with his. They made out for more than fifteen seconds. 



The passionate, loving embrace was interrupted by a forgotten voice pleading, "I really hope you have something great planned. This is torture, ha-ha." 



The mom and son stared at each other, both trying their best not to crack up. 



"I actually have to get back now." 


"I can't wait to see what you do."