27-06-2019, 10:03 PM
As Christie knelt there pressing her melons together with her hands she analyzed the offer. All she needed to do to meet her promise with her son was to get his ball picked first and for her tube to be closest. She already had that covered. Any extra help would just be voluntarily increasing the odds of having to blow her son.
She tilted her gaze back up at the 50-something-year-old man's red squinting face. There was no time left to think, only time to act on instinct. "Yes! You can finish in my ass!"
The sizable breasts left the slender rod in a hurry. It had to happen quickly before the man's load could ejaculate. Within seconds Christie spun on her knees so she faced the other way and her forearms hit the ground so her ass would be higher in the air.
Immediately as her arms touched down she felt her black faux leather shorts that cupped her ass, being pulled down below her butt cheeks. Fortunately, due to the smaller size of the accountant's cock, no lubricant was required for Christie's cherryhole to be penetrated.
It turns out Christie had barely answered in time because after just two thrusts inside of her ass she felt a rush of hot liquid and load nasally groans behind her. She stayed still as the man way below her league deposited the last drops of his seed into her. Then she stood up, reminded the collapsed man of his duties, put her sunglasses back on, and left to rejoin the party.
While standing in the main living room, Olivia noticed that her partner had his head hung low.
"What's the matter, Adam? You seem bummed out."
The depressed teen opened his mouth to answer, but then stopped because his answer was no longer relevant. Adam's eyes lit up as he stepped away from the conversation. Coming from a back hallway into the living room was none other than his mom. Adam swallowed to alleviate his dry throat. Christie looked even hotter than he imagined, and even more stunning that the model that advertised the costume.
Just about all of the men and all of the women in the room locked onto the blonde, who had an aura of mystery about her due to her glasses covering her eyes. As she strutted in her sleek shorts that cupped the shape her butt cheeks with no room to spare, she immediately came to a halt.
Adam couldn't see her eyes but he could tell from his reflection in her gold-tinted sunglasses that she was looking at him. The first thing Christie did after deciding they had been making eye contact for too long, was check out her son's choice in costume. He couldn't have possibly known what she was wearing because she didn't tell anyone. But looking at his prisoner costume, the mother began to consider that maybe it was a sign that tonight they were supposed to fit together.
The relatives didn't know what to do next, but Christie decided it would be more awkward if she completely denied her son's existence at the party. She walked up to him awkwardly.
"Hey, Adam. So how are you?" If only he knew what I just did for him.
The aroused son did everything in his power to keep his focus on his mom's face, which was about three inches above his eye line because of her tall heels. He tried to resist ogling at her amazing body, which was so exposed in her outfit. He failed miserably once he began speaking.
"I...uh...I'm uh... doing...um...pretty well... I uh... I guess." His eyes left his mother's eyes and darted at her cleavage, midriff, and legs, between every word.
Christie saw his staring and pretended not to notice. She didn't want to seem vain, but she knew she couldn't expect him not to lose his mind over how she was dressed. The caring mother let her son enjoy her choice of attire, and she was actually flattered that an 18-year-old Adam found her to be so attractive at 41.
Before Christie could respond to her son's stammering, Sheila approached them, while wearing a green fairy costume that her massive black jugs were spewing out of.
"Oh my God," she started, "you two look like you planned this together!"
Adam then noticed Olivia smiling at him in the background because her idea had worked.
Sheila continued as she hugged her friend to greet her, "I think this is a sign that you two should be having fun together during free play." She winked at Adam in obvious view of Christie as a way to suggest that she was trying to set them up.
The young man was pumped at the encouragement, while the older woman gave a biting grin in response to the uncomfortable irony. Christie's embarrassment went unnoticed to her office friend, who was having fun playing cupid.
"This is too funny. You two must have gotten inside each others minds during the week while you were having fun the electronic dildo."
The mom and son laughed a little at the comment, Adam more than his mother.
"You two have to take a picture together to remember this. Don't worry I'll block out your eyes."
Photos were generally forbidden at Frank's sex parties but if the people in the photo were okay with it, then it was no problem. It wasn't like Christie had never broken a rule; after all, she had just let a guy unload in her ass prior to free play.
After Sheila had promised to make both people in the photo unidentifiable, the discomforted mother had no reasonable explanation to deny the photo, other than the truth, which she certainly didn't want to tell.
The curvy black woman stepped back with her phone, aiming at the mature seductive cop and the young athletic prisoner, who were currently two feet away from each other.
"Come on! Look like you're together!" the matchmaker suggested excitedly.
Adam and his mother sidestepped closer to each other. They both lightly put their arm around the other person's back.
Sheila held up her phone and aimed it, but then let it down again before taking the photo.
"C'mon guys! This isn't church; it's a sex party. Let's see something a little risqué."
The relenting Christie realized there was no way out of Sheila's well-intended nagging. The scantly dressed security officerwoman scuffled towards her son, with her right leg pressed against his left. She then turned inwards and bent her left outer leg at the knee while raising it across his torso. To finish the pose, she wrapped her arms around his far shoulder. She could feel the half-chub her son had, likely from checking her out earlier, pressing against her thigh.
Adam was in awe over the position his mom just took. He looked down at her long smooth thigh across his body and he felt her chest pressing against his left shoulder. He initially worried that Christie would leave the position after she felt his erection pushing against her bare thigh, but she held her pose. That gave Adam confidence.
"You too, inmate!" Sheila suggested, referencing his costume.
With his lower body blocked from moving by his mom's legs, Adam had to quickly think of something sexual and intimate to do with his hands. His left arm was still wrapped around her back, so he did the only thing he could with it.
Christie was still as she felt her son's hand run down her naked back. She knew exactly where the hand was going and she didn't know what to think about it. He's confident; I'll give him that.
With his left hand firmly planted on the rear of his mother's pants, Adam squeezed a little to make it sexual, but not too much to where he would risk his mom bolting from the scene.
The only decision left was what he should do with his outer right hand. He had two options left: The first option was to place it under his mom's inviting thigh to act as if he was holding it up. That would be the most aesthetically pleasing option for the photo. But Adam had more desire for the sexually intimate aspect of the photo. The devious young man took advantage of the opportunity to move his hand towards Christie's immaculate left breast, which was pressing against his chest.
Through her sunglasses, Christie observed in amazement as her son's hand reached for her firm left boob, which was barely covered by cotton fabric. Her eyebrows rose on her forehead, as the young but confident hand cradled and lightly squeezed the area around her areola. Adam's four fingers were against her clothing, but his thumb rested on her soft flesh.
"There ya go! That's better, you two," Sheila applauded without any awareness of the context. She held her phone up again. "Christie just plant your lips on your young lover's cheek and we'll have a great photo."
Blowing a heavy breath in acceptance of yet another requirement, the mother, who was being felt up by her son, leaned in to plant her moisturized lips on his cheek. As she turned towards the side of his face, she felt movement on her thigh.
Adam's half-chub grew into an erection that was constrained by her leg. Christie could sense the embarrassment Adam was feeling and decided to act as if nothing was wrong, recognizing she was just as responsible for it as he was.
Christie held her lips against her son's cheek. Despite that act happening many times throughout their lives, it felt much different that time.
A thrilled Sheila took the photo. The lips on Adam's cheek broke away, but the thigh pressing against his erection lingered for a few extra moments.
"Oh this is just about the sexiest photo I've ever seen," the photographer remarked to the pair.
It was then when Christie suddenly pulled away in haste. She briskly took a couple steps, but wanted to leave things in slightly less awkward shape. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go get a drink." She fled to the kitchen.
Trying to figure out if something was wrong and if he was responsible, Adam walked away from Sheila.
It was then when Frank's booming voice interrupted the party. "It's 9:30. You know what that means... Time for free play!"
The party's guests erupted, but Adam wasn't in the mood to cheer, as his mother had disappeared.
She tilted her gaze back up at the 50-something-year-old man's red squinting face. There was no time left to think, only time to act on instinct. "Yes! You can finish in my ass!"
The sizable breasts left the slender rod in a hurry. It had to happen quickly before the man's load could ejaculate. Within seconds Christie spun on her knees so she faced the other way and her forearms hit the ground so her ass would be higher in the air.
Immediately as her arms touched down she felt her black faux leather shorts that cupped her ass, being pulled down below her butt cheeks. Fortunately, due to the smaller size of the accountant's cock, no lubricant was required for Christie's cherryhole to be penetrated.
It turns out Christie had barely answered in time because after just two thrusts inside of her ass she felt a rush of hot liquid and load nasally groans behind her. She stayed still as the man way below her league deposited the last drops of his seed into her. Then she stood up, reminded the collapsed man of his duties, put her sunglasses back on, and left to rejoin the party.
While standing in the main living room, Olivia noticed that her partner had his head hung low.
"What's the matter, Adam? You seem bummed out."
The depressed teen opened his mouth to answer, but then stopped because his answer was no longer relevant. Adam's eyes lit up as he stepped away from the conversation. Coming from a back hallway into the living room was none other than his mom. Adam swallowed to alleviate his dry throat. Christie looked even hotter than he imagined, and even more stunning that the model that advertised the costume.
Just about all of the men and all of the women in the room locked onto the blonde, who had an aura of mystery about her due to her glasses covering her eyes. As she strutted in her sleek shorts that cupped the shape her butt cheeks with no room to spare, she immediately came to a halt.
Adam couldn't see her eyes but he could tell from his reflection in her gold-tinted sunglasses that she was looking at him. The first thing Christie did after deciding they had been making eye contact for too long, was check out her son's choice in costume. He couldn't have possibly known what she was wearing because she didn't tell anyone. But looking at his prisoner costume, the mother began to consider that maybe it was a sign that tonight they were supposed to fit together.
The relatives didn't know what to do next, but Christie decided it would be more awkward if she completely denied her son's existence at the party. She walked up to him awkwardly.
"Hey, Adam. So how are you?" If only he knew what I just did for him.
The aroused son did everything in his power to keep his focus on his mom's face, which was about three inches above his eye line because of her tall heels. He tried to resist ogling at her amazing body, which was so exposed in her outfit. He failed miserably once he began speaking.
"I...uh...I'm uh... doing...um...pretty well... I uh... I guess." His eyes left his mother's eyes and darted at her cleavage, midriff, and legs, between every word.
Christie saw his staring and pretended not to notice. She didn't want to seem vain, but she knew she couldn't expect him not to lose his mind over how she was dressed. The caring mother let her son enjoy her choice of attire, and she was actually flattered that an 18-year-old Adam found her to be so attractive at 41.
Before Christie could respond to her son's stammering, Sheila approached them, while wearing a green fairy costume that her massive black jugs were spewing out of.
"Oh my God," she started, "you two look like you planned this together!"
Adam then noticed Olivia smiling at him in the background because her idea had worked.
Sheila continued as she hugged her friend to greet her, "I think this is a sign that you two should be having fun together during free play." She winked at Adam in obvious view of Christie as a way to suggest that she was trying to set them up.
The young man was pumped at the encouragement, while the older woman gave a biting grin in response to the uncomfortable irony. Christie's embarrassment went unnoticed to her office friend, who was having fun playing cupid.
"This is too funny. You two must have gotten inside each others minds during the week while you were having fun the electronic dildo."
The mom and son laughed a little at the comment, Adam more than his mother.
"You two have to take a picture together to remember this. Don't worry I'll block out your eyes."
Photos were generally forbidden at Frank's sex parties but if the people in the photo were okay with it, then it was no problem. It wasn't like Christie had never broken a rule; after all, she had just let a guy unload in her ass prior to free play.
After Sheila had promised to make both people in the photo unidentifiable, the discomforted mother had no reasonable explanation to deny the photo, other than the truth, which she certainly didn't want to tell.
The curvy black woman stepped back with her phone, aiming at the mature seductive cop and the young athletic prisoner, who were currently two feet away from each other.
"Come on! Look like you're together!" the matchmaker suggested excitedly.
Adam and his mother sidestepped closer to each other. They both lightly put their arm around the other person's back.
Sheila held up her phone and aimed it, but then let it down again before taking the photo.
"C'mon guys! This isn't church; it's a sex party. Let's see something a little risqué."
The relenting Christie realized there was no way out of Sheila's well-intended nagging. The scantly dressed security officerwoman scuffled towards her son, with her right leg pressed against his left. She then turned inwards and bent her left outer leg at the knee while raising it across his torso. To finish the pose, she wrapped her arms around his far shoulder. She could feel the half-chub her son had, likely from checking her out earlier, pressing against her thigh.
Adam was in awe over the position his mom just took. He looked down at her long smooth thigh across his body and he felt her chest pressing against his left shoulder. He initially worried that Christie would leave the position after she felt his erection pushing against her bare thigh, but she held her pose. That gave Adam confidence.
"You too, inmate!" Sheila suggested, referencing his costume.
With his lower body blocked from moving by his mom's legs, Adam had to quickly think of something sexual and intimate to do with his hands. His left arm was still wrapped around her back, so he did the only thing he could with it.
Christie was still as she felt her son's hand run down her naked back. She knew exactly where the hand was going and she didn't know what to think about it. He's confident; I'll give him that.
With his left hand firmly planted on the rear of his mother's pants, Adam squeezed a little to make it sexual, but not too much to where he would risk his mom bolting from the scene.
The only decision left was what he should do with his outer right hand. He had two options left: The first option was to place it under his mom's inviting thigh to act as if he was holding it up. That would be the most aesthetically pleasing option for the photo. But Adam had more desire for the sexually intimate aspect of the photo. The devious young man took advantage of the opportunity to move his hand towards Christie's immaculate left breast, which was pressing against his chest.
Through her sunglasses, Christie observed in amazement as her son's hand reached for her firm left boob, which was barely covered by cotton fabric. Her eyebrows rose on her forehead, as the young but confident hand cradled and lightly squeezed the area around her areola. Adam's four fingers were against her clothing, but his thumb rested on her soft flesh.
"There ya go! That's better, you two," Sheila applauded without any awareness of the context. She held her phone up again. "Christie just plant your lips on your young lover's cheek and we'll have a great photo."
Blowing a heavy breath in acceptance of yet another requirement, the mother, who was being felt up by her son, leaned in to plant her moisturized lips on his cheek. As she turned towards the side of his face, she felt movement on her thigh.
Adam's half-chub grew into an erection that was constrained by her leg. Christie could sense the embarrassment Adam was feeling and decided to act as if nothing was wrong, recognizing she was just as responsible for it as he was.
Christie held her lips against her son's cheek. Despite that act happening many times throughout their lives, it felt much different that time.
A thrilled Sheila took the photo. The lips on Adam's cheek broke away, but the thigh pressing against his erection lingered for a few extra moments.
"Oh this is just about the sexiest photo I've ever seen," the photographer remarked to the pair.
It was then when Christie suddenly pulled away in haste. She briskly took a couple steps, but wanted to leave things in slightly less awkward shape. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go get a drink." She fled to the kitchen.
Trying to figure out if something was wrong and if he was responsible, Adam walked away from Sheila.
It was then when Frank's booming voice interrupted the party. "It's 9:30. You know what that means... Time for free play!"
The party's guests erupted, but Adam wasn't in the mood to cheer, as his mother had disappeared.
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