“Oh, Mom,” Scottie groaned into her mouth as his hands found the cheeks of her ass and grabbed on. His hands were large, and her flesh was full. He palmed each fleshy cheek and kneaded the muscles, encouraged by how she moaned and pressed her chest into him.
With a sudden gasp, Angela pulled back and stared into her son’s lustful eyes. Scottie had never seen this look of wanton lust so amplified, so raw and primal, and he hoped it would never be the last.
“Mom,” he said, “I want you so bad.”
Angela shivered and bit her lip. Her hand still slowly stroking her son’s cock. The head now shining with the same sheen as her palm as she lubricated the shaft with his precum. She tightened her grip and pulled, leading her son back to the bed.
“Okay you two, scoot over,” she said to Dale and Hannah.
It was surreal how nonchalant she was, as if it was such a normal thing to ask your husband and daughter to move so a mother could fuck her son. But they did just that.
Giggling and looking at her brother as if to say, “How awesome is this?” Hannah moved her tush over and let out a satisfied groan a moment later as her father slipped back inside.
Angela hopped up next to her daughter. “Bet you’re glad we went for the king-size bed,” she said to Dale.
Dale laughed as he thrust. “Okay… you win… But the queen was on discount.”
“True, but we have so much more room for-“
“Oh my god! Will you two please have this conversation when he’s not inside me!” Hannah cut in.
Angela giggled and laid back while Scottie crawled up her legs. She watched him reach up the side of her thighs, feeling the tingle of his fingers just barely graze her skin. When they found the edge of the fabric, they pulled and Angela pointed her toes up and lifted her ass off the bed to let them slide off her long legs. She was completely naked with both legs in the air pressed together and toes pointed like a ballerina. Slowly, she lowered both and watched her son’s expression as they parted before his eyes, revealing herself to him in the most carnal way imaginable.
Scottie stared at her intimately, transfixed. Her smooth pink lips parted as if waiting for a kiss. They glistened, wet with anticipation and desire. Her vulva puffed ever so slightly with a small, trimmed tuft of pubic hair sitting on top. To think he was born from another version of this very place. How similar was this to reality? Did she look the same? Did she smell, taste, and feel the same? Scottie felt his mouth begin to water as he longed to find out.
He felt his mother’s fingers run through his hair as he stared at her sex. Looking up from between her parted thighs, their eyes met. He could see her looking at him with love, lust, and desperation. To hell with foreplay.
Angela’s heartbeat impatiently as he rose up from between her legs, arms held out on each side of her torso allowing him support his own weight, hovering above her. They both felt his erection slide up her inner thigh, rubbing against her sopping-wet vulva. The ridge of the crown sawing back and forth from clit to her pubic hair. Angela shuddered with pleasure as she spread her legs wider, feeling her bare thighs rub against her daughter’s beside her.