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Revenge Porn (LRDGRat + Jez)

Julie's head tilted, pressing harder against her pillow as she presented her neck to him. It was one of those things that drove her wild. She was grinding harder and harder against him, wanting to feel something inside her. It was then that his finger slipped inside her tight little slit. As much as she enjoyed having sex, she still remained quite tight. Her hips rocked and moved as she tried to get his finger deeper inside her. The more he fingered her, the hornier she was getting. After several minutes, and his finger getting coated with her juices, she pulled his hand away. When she moved, she inadvertently hit the remote, turning off the television and leaving the bedroom bathed in darkness with the exception of the thin blades of light at the bottom of the doors to her room.

She rolled over onto her back for a moment, lifting her hips as she hooked her fingers under the edges of her panties. She slid them down her thighs and kicked them off as quickly as she could. Her still clouded mind believed that it was Joe in her bed, which made her react as she normally had when he got into bed with his cock so hard. She then got on her elbows and knees, facing the headboard with her ass in the air. "I need that cock so badly. Fuck me baby." She slurred slightly. Her legs were slightly apart, allowing a spot for him to kneel in between her legs, presenting herself to him. "Come on. Do it." Her pussy lips were already slick with her wetness and she was desperate to feel a cock deep inside of her.
 
Andrew brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean, tasting his mother for the first time. He would have been happy to continue the way they going. Enough grinding like that and he was bound to cum. But apparently she wanted more than just to be fingered. He was happy to oblige. And her talking dirty to him? That was pretty hot. He had thought it was only something pornstars did, but apparently his mother enjoyed the dirty talk too.

He didn't mind skipping the bases as she got on all fours. He waggling ass was more than enticing for him. He rolled over and got onto his knees before shuffling behind her. Her legs were parted to either side of his and he discovered that they were a perfect match for this position. He slid up behind her, pulling her hips back just a little, before he grabbed his cock. He rubbed it against her wet pussy, moaning softly. It was the first time his cock had come anywhere close to a pussy.

He found her hole, guiding the head of his cock to it. This was his wildest of dreams! Never in a million years would he have thought his mother would be the one to claim his virginity! And certainly not in this manner. He pressed forward with his hips until the head of his cock popped into her cherry. His hands moved to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her backwards towards him. At the same time he thrust forward. She was tight, his cock was big, but she was wet. It only took a few thrusts for him to bury his full length into her, grinding his pelvis against her ass. He moaned with pleasure. He had thought hr mouth had felt good, but her pussy felt amazing! He nearly came right then and knew that h e wouldn't last long at all - not nearly as long as his blowjob!
 
Julie let out a loud moan as she felt the head of his cock push inside of her. In the morning she would see the tiny bruises from where his fingertips dug into her hips. She started to push back as he pulled her into his thrust. It felt much different than the other times he had fucked her. His cock felt much larger, but she did not think much of it. She told herself that it had to be the angle of entry or perhaps the fact that she was still intoxicated. She pushed back hard, getting into the same rhythm of her lover's thrusting hips. Her moans were loud, filling the room and easily heard throughout the rest of the house. It wasn't the first time she had gotten this loud. At one point her son had undoubtedly heard her cries of passion.

"Oh yeah fuck me. fuck me. FUCK ME JOE" She commanded. In her mind, it was still him, Joe, who had his cock buried to the hilt inside her needy cunt. She was dripping wet and his cock was now slick with her juices. The way his cock rubbed against her g spot with every thrust was causing an orgasm to build inside her rather quickly.
 
Andrew had no idea fucking could be so, well, fun. He slammed his hips back and forth against her, in pace with her thrusting back against him. He could feel her juices coating his balls, making his thighs sticky even as he slammed into his mothers own cunt. Seeing it on video was one thing, experiencing it in person as another thing. He had no idea her pussy could get so wet, practically leaking around him.

"I can be Joe if it makes you feel better, Mom!" He retorts. It was all too much for him, of course. Such a fast and hard fucking for his first time. He only managed a few more thrust before burying himself to the hilt in her. His fingers dug deeper as his whole body went tense. The most powerful orgasm of his short, inexperienced life tore through him as he emptied his balls inside of his mother. Spurt after spurt filled her as he cock pulsated inside of her.
 
The harder and faster he pounded her bare pussy, the closer she got. The grinding up against him had gotten her really in the mood and it had been months since she had been properly fucked. She was panting and moaning, forcing back into his thrusts as hard as she could. The timing could not have been any worse. Her body had been pushed past the point of no return and she could feel the orgasm taking over just as her son said the word that would shatter her delusion. Mom

Julie sobered up almost instantly as she felt him plunge his cock into her juicy slit one more time. Her body was trembling as her climax hit its pinnacle. There was nothing she could do. His grip on her hips was so strong that it would not allow her to fully pull away from him. Even if she had he was already filling her unprotected womb with his seed. She felt sick to her stomach as she rode out the incredible orgasm that her own son had given her. She suddenly burst into tears. How could she have let this happen? He had never crawled into her bed like that. Not since he was 5 years old. Now there he was, naked, balls deep inside her as he emptied his load into her.

The moment that his grip loosened she pulled away and ran as best she could on wobbly legs to the bathroom. It was all she could do to make it to the toilet before she threw up. The emotional damage paired with the wine in her belly had made her sick. As she knelt there in front of the porcelain bowl she could feel his semen starting to leak out of her. She vomited again, flushing it down quickly. Tears continued to stream down her face as anger filled her completely. She managed to get to her feet again and stormed back into her bedroom.

"Get the fuck out of here you bastard." She shouted, still sobbing. "GET OUT." She picked up a book that sat on the dresser and flung it at him angrily. "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT"
 
Andrew felt his cock being milked by his mother after he moaned out to her. It was like she was trying to draw him in even more, milking his cock for all of his seed. It seemed it had been as good for him as it had been for her. As he finally came down, he relaxed his grip on her. She pulled away from him, his cum covered cock slipping out of her. He rolled onto his back, panting, as she went into the bathroom. He lay there in a daze, a mix of emotions combined with the endorphins of his release. He had just had sex, with his mother, and she had cum too!

The book hitting him in his chest woke him from his stupor as she shouted at him. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, rubbing his chest where the corner of the book spine had hit him. "Ow." He says, staring at her, feeling rage boiling up. "You don't get to talk to me that way." He says, his voice quivering as he threatened to yell back at his mother. His naked form approached her. "And you don't get to call me a Bastard ever again!" His hand shot out, slapping her across the face before he knew it.

It shocked even him, but then he found himself grabbing her by the hair. "You're going to apologize!" He says, yanking her forward, yanking her down onto her knees in front of him. somewhere along the way, his cock had grown rigid again. "You're going to apologize by choking on my cock! Because you belong to me now, my cock is the only cock thats going to get anywhere near you unless I say otherwise. Because you're a slut, a whore, and deserve to be treated like one! And nothing says WHORE like getting fucked by your own son -and enjoyed it!"
 
Julie quickly started to back up as her son came toward her. Anger burnt bright in his eyes as he spoke. She had never seen him like this and it deeply frightened her. Suddenly, her back was against the dresser and there was nowhere she could go. His hand struck with precision and force, catching her across the cheek below her eye. Her hands flew up to the quickly reddening flesh as she stared at him with her mouth hanging open. She could not believe that her son had just hit her. Before she could make any sense of what was happening she felt his hand tangle in her hair as he grabbed a thick handful. He pulled it hard, forcing her down to her knees. Her hands went out in front of her to keep her from falling over. They landed firmly on his thighs.

The bulbous head of his cock was in her face again. Her first thought was to bite him as hard as she could. Her cheek ached where he had hit it and that was enough deterrent for her to dismiss the idea. If she dared tried to cause him pain, he would undoubtedly hit her again. The words stung almost as much as the blow to the face. He no longer saw her as his mother. The only value she held to him was that of a piece of meat he could stick his cock in any time he wanted. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at him pitifully. Her lips parted to speak but what use was it. Instead, she did the only thing a woman in her current position could do and opened her mouth to allow his cock in.

Her lips timidly closed around his swollen member as she closed her eyes. She could taste herself mingled with his semen on his skin as she began to suck. It was clear to see how deeply afraid she was at him at that moment by the way her body trembled. He may have only been a teenager, but he towered over her. Unlike the first blow job, she found it impossible to put any decent effort into making him cum. She was more concerned with him striking her again.
 
Andrew let out a sigh of pleasure as her lips closed around his swollen, cum covered member. He didn't release her hair either, holding it in a bunch. Her blowjob now was nothing like the one earlier, though. She trembled, barely doing anything. "Oh, is that how its going to be? Trying to goad me into fucking your face now? Well, theres a first time for everything isn't there?" His grip tightened in her hair and his other hand came around to hold onto the back of her head.

His hips started to move then, much like they had been moments ago when he had been fucking her doggystyle. Only this time he was thrusting into her mouth, his hard cock sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. He knew she could take him into her throat with no problem so was soon ramming his road down it, his hair balls pressing against her chin with each thrust. He seemed to loose himself for a few minutes like that, thrusting back and forth in the darkness punctuated by the random lights coming from the TV.

After some time he stopped, pulling out. He held onto her hair, tugging it down to make her look up at him. He slapped his hard, saliva-covered cock against her face a few times, making it hit the spot where he had hit her before rubbing his cock and balls against her face. "Suck 'em, Mom. Suck my balls just like I've seen you do."
 
Andrew cared nothing of his mother's distress. He instead took hold of her head and started to force his cock down her throat. The sudden intrusion caused her to gag as the head pushed further and further back. For a moment, she thought she might vomit again, which would have been disastrous in her current state. She managed to swallow around him to keep it from happening. The sick, wet sound of him fucking her mouth and throat filled the room and mingled with the sound of him breathing more heavily as he thrust into her mouth.

She tried to force herself to perform as she had earlier but she was far too distraught. It wasn't her best work, but it was enough to get by. When he finally pulled his cock free from her mouth he only heightened the humiliation by slapping her already reddened face with it. He then reached down and cradled his large, pube covered sack, presenting it to her to suck. The sight of the hair made her gag. Yes, she had done that before but only when there was little to no hair. The thought of getting those in her mouth was turning her stomach but she knew if she refused him the odds were in favor of him hitting her again.

Julie cupped them in her hand and reluctantly opened her mouth. She cringed as she felt the hair touch her tongue but she did her best not to vomit. Her lips closed around them and she started to suck. Her tongue moved, slithering over them, but it was more out of the need to keep her focus off what she was doing than it was for his pleasure. Her other hand rested on his thigh, holding herself up as she did the unthinkable. She started to gag again and quickly spit them out.

She looked up at her son and said "I can't do it. I'm gonna puke." She gritted her teeth as she forced the words out "You need to shave down there if you expect to force me to do that." She stared up at him, the anger at his betrayal filled her very soul and burned in her eyes. The look on her face said that given the chance she would gladly stab him in his sleep for what he was doing to her. The fact still remained, when she thought he was someone else, she had begged him to fuck her and she came all over his cock. It was a thought that would haunt her for the rest of her days.
 
Andrew moaned softly as he cupped his balls and sucked on them, rubbing her tongue against them. It was an usual, almost painful, sensation that was hard to describe. But it did feel good. He bobbed his head at her words. He hadn't thought about getting rid of his pubes until that moment. He rubbed his cock against her face some more and licked his lips.

He released her hair finally. "Get up and get out of that. I want you butt naked, up on your bed - on your bed with legs spread wide." He commands, reaching over to turn on her bedside lamp this time. He wanted to see her, in all her glory. He turned back to her as she got onto the bed before following her to it.

He knelt between her legs, his cock protruding outwards towards her. He let his eyes roam her body before he leaned forward. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing and massaging t hem, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples a few times before giving them a twist and a tweak. Then he moved a hand to his cock, rubbing its head along her slick pussy lips like h e had seen in porn. An idea popped into his head and he grinned, laying down on top of her.

"I want you to guide me into you...and then I want you to beg me to fuck you like the whore that you are!"
 
Julie glared up at her son, as he wiped his glistening erection all along her cheeks. His grip loosened on her hair and she thought that maybe he was done with humiliating her. She was wrong. She rose to her feet as carefully as she could and slid the nightie she wore up over her head, tossing it to the floor. She did not bother to protest because she knew it would do little good. Instead, she did as she was told and crawled up onto the bed. She laid on her back, forcing herself to spread her legs as he watched her. What was left of the wetness from the first time clung to the soft pink flesh gleaming in the light. She closed her eyes, wanting to remove herself from the moment.

She felt the weight shift on the bed as he climbed on it. The hair on his legs brushed against hers as he moved in closer. His hands mauled her breasts before his fingers went to work on her nipples. She gave a little squeak from the pain when he twisted too hard. One of his hands moved and she felt the tip of his cock running over her pussy lips. She was bracing herself for him to enter her when he stopped. She felt his weight upon her as he spoke. She was trapped beneath him and she knew she had to obey. Even if she didn't it wouldn't stop him from fucking her again and this time he might get violent when he did.

Her hand slid down between them, groping for his cock. When she found it her fingers gingerly grasped it at its base. She slowly guided the tip between her lips so he could enter her with a single thrust of his hips. The words hurt more than the slap in the face had. She did not want to beg her own son to fuck her and he knew it. He was getting off on treating her this way and he was making it very clear that he did. Julie managed to force the words out of her throat and flatly said "Fuck me. Please fuck me like the whore you say I am"

Julie wished she was dead. It was true that less than a half an hour ago she was actually begging for his cock, but in her defense, that was when she thought he was someone else. If she had known it was him she would have never done it. "Please, Andrew fuck me."
 
Andrew felt her hand on his cock, as he had commanded. She grabbed him around the base of his cock and guided him to her pussy. He felt the head of his cock press against her opening once more, slick with their combined juices. Then she said it, begging him to fuck her. She even used his name, and called herself a whore. His cock twitched in her hand briefly before he thrust forward.

His cock slid all the way in with that one thrust, their combined juices and previous fucking making it easy for him to slide all the way in. He moaned with pleasure as he felt his balls press against her. "We're going to fuck." He murmurs into her ear as he pulls nearly all the way out. "Every day." He thrust in, hard, ramming his full length into her. "Because you're my whore." He pulled out again, just the head of his cock resting inside of her. "Because you love my cock." He rammed himself in once more. "And its the only cock you get to have." He pulled out again. "Unless I say otherwise." He rammed home.

His mouth moved down onto the side of her neck then. He started to kiss and suck on her flesh there. At the same time, his hips started to pump back and forth. He had grown used to the movement now, steadily moving half his length back and forth as he worked up his speed, settling into a comfortable buy fast pace.
 
Julie felt sick as she heard the words leave her son's mouth. It was all it took for him to force his cock deep inside of her with a singular stroke. She let out a small groan as the head of his thick cock slammed against the impossibly tiny opening of her cervix when he hilted himself inside of her. She tried to lay still and ignore it as ludacris as it sounded. She wanted to disappear into herself but that was impossible. The deep, steady thrusts were having a different effect on her whether she wanted them to or not.

Her body continued to react to his thrusts, causing her to grow wetter the more he pounded her tender little slit. It was getting more and more difficult for her to block out what she felt. His thick shaft rubbed against her g spot with nearly every single thrust. The pace of her breathing was already starting to change when he settled into a steady pace. As much as she hated herself for it, her hips had begun to move in time with his. Her body was forcing her to fuck him back even as her mind screamed for her to push him off her. The fact that she was his mother loomed in her brain, making it incredibly hard to reconcile that with the fact that he was making her so damn wet.

He had already made her cum once that night, despite not knowing it was him. Now she had no delusions about who was fucking her. Soon Julie found herself drawing in ragged breaths. As much as she wanted to deny it, his throbbing, engorged cock felt so good inside of her aching pussy. She began to push back harder into his thrusts. Then came the passionate moans the more that he teased her neck, the more animated his mother grew. "Oh god....Oh my god...." Her voice was growing louder as she could no longer block out any of the desire. "OH FUCK." She was now crying out loudly between moans. Her hands found their way to his back and she began to claw at it. Not in a defensive way but one that proved how intensely she wanted to be fucked.

Her nails dug in harder as she bucked into his thrusts. She was getting closer and closer to cumming all over his cock again. "Fuck me ANDREW OH GOD FORGIVE ME FUCK MY GOD DAMN PUSSY" The words shot out of her as the muscles of her vaginal passage massaged his swollen cock. If this was what her body wanted, her mind would never stop it from reacting to it. As much as she wanted to deny it she no longer could. She was truly becoming her son's whore.
 
Andrew felt the shift in her body. Her resilience, her tenseness, her reluctant at what he was doing started to melt away. He could hear it in her breathing that gradually became more labored. His thrusts into her became easier as her hips started to match the movements of his own. And then she started to moan. She was starting to enjoy it! His own mother was enjoying having him, her son, fuck her! Her hips began to meet his with more force and she moaned out loud. Her hands clawed across his back - he didn't mind the scratching pain and she clearly wasn't fighting, wasn't trying to get him to get off of her.

Quite the opposite, in fact. She wanted him to get off IN her. He could feel her body growing tense again, like it had when he had been fucking her doggystyle and she had thought of him as her ex. This time, it was clear who was fucking her. And she was getting off on it! It was more clear than ever now that his mother really was a WHORE.

She was soon moaning his name, telling him to fuck her pussy. He wasn't about to stop. And this time he felt it building, felt her pussy starting to tighten around his cock with each thrust. He kept up the pace even as she came all over his cock. "Oh yeah...you like being a whore? A whore for this cock?" He moans into her ear, feeling his next orgasm building in the base of his cock. He thrust a few more times into her before it hit.

This time, he pulled out. He pressed up against her, kneeling between her legs, as he jerked his cock for only a few moments. Then he came, his hot cum spraying over her belly and her pelvis as he came onto her, moaning with his own pleasure.
 
"YES" His mother cried out "OH GOD YES ANDREW I'M YOUR WHORE." She shuddered as she felt her climax hit its crescendo. Her warm juices flowed over his cock as she bucked hard against him. Her muscles seized around him, gripping him tightly as he continued to fuck her hard. Her orgasm was subsiding when he ripped his cock out of her and she felt his thighs pressed firmly against her legs. She leaned up enough to watch as the jets of white semen erupted from his cock and landed on her bare skin. Most of it landed on her stomach but a couple of spurts had flown higher, landing on her tits. She looked up at him, still sex drunk from the second orgasm he had given her that night. She wasn't fighting it now.

"No one can know about this baby, especially if you want to keep fucking me" She said quietly. "I'm your mother after all." She knew in the back of her mind that if anyone found out she would most likely end up in prison for what she had done. Even if she hadn't she would still lose everything she worked for. Her bosses would not keep an incestuous slut on the payroll even if she offered to fuck them as well. Without that income, the house, the vehicles, all of it would be gone in a very short time. Even if they moved, she would never be able to mention people from her former life as references because word traveled far too fast and if one person knew soon everyone would.

In the morning, she would hate herself for how much she enjoyed his cock but for now, she was too busy basking in the afterglow to think about that.
 
Andrew chuckled. "Its cute that you think you get to determine when we have sex, whore." He responds, squeezing the last few drops of his cum out and onto her. He took a deep breath in, still panting from their exertions. Sex was amazing and his mom was pretty good at it. He didn't know if he was any good yet, but he'd only been not-a-virgin for, well, not very long at all. The more he practiced, the better he'd get. And with his mother as his live-in whore? He was going to get a LOT of experience before he even fucked another girl.

"Now, I'm going to bed. I want you to leave your credit card on the kitchen counter tomorrow so I can go shopping once I get up. Once I get home from shopping, I want to find you in something...sexy or revealing, or nothing at all. I'll be needing some relief after a stressful day of shopping afterall. Now, good night, mother." He grinned at her. "Sleep well." He slid off the bed then, walking his naked body back over to her door. He had clearly come in with the intention of fucking her.

He went to the bathroom first, taking another hot shower before climbing into his bed naked. He didn't see a point putting clothes on to go to bed, not if he was planning on spending most future nights sleeping and fucking his mother. With such a long, exhaustive night, he was asleep quite quickly. He was quite dead to the world as well, sleeping almost until noon the following day.
 
Julie should not have been shocked by the way her son spoke to her. He was a disrespectful piece of shit ever since he found that site. She was quickly starting to hate her own child, which was something that she never thought possible. She felt a slight wave of relief wash over her as he walked out the door. She had no idea what he intended to buy the next day but she had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that it would not be something good. She turned off the light and laid there in the dark sobbing into her pillow. That night she had the most twisted dream she had ever had in her life. She dreamt that when she walked into the kitchen in the morning he was sitting there at the table eating a bowl of cereal. She walked to the counter behind him and pulled a knife from the block and stabbed him in the back repeatedly, only when she looked down at his body he was not the monster that he had recently become. He was her sweet little boy of about 5 years old. She woke up in a cold sweat.

Morning came much too quickly for her liking. She had no desire to go downstairs and face her son but she knew that she had to. The previous night's violent outburst had left her scared of him. She fished her credit card with the lowest available balance out of her wallet. It still had a few thousand dollars available on it. She slipped on a pair of yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt before heading downstairs. Seeing that he wasn't awake yet made her feel a little better. She decided to grab her things and head out as well. He had said nothing about her having to be there before he left and she wanted as much distance between them as she could get for now.

As she drove across town to the gym she frequently went to the thoughts about the orgasm she had while he fucked her crept into her mind. Try as she might not to think about it, it would not leave her head. She had come like a cheap whore while her own son fucked her. What kind of sick person would do such a thing? She hated herself for letting it happened. It wasn't like she actually wanted to cum for him. She had tried very hard not to. In the end, her body had the final say and overrode her mind.
 
Andrew woke late and showered before heading downstairs. He made himself some brunch, no sign of his mother, but her card was where he had requested it to be. He grinned and pocketed it. After his brunch, he headed out, taking his car and went to the mall.

First, he caught a matinee movie. Something to chill and relax to, to let himself fully wake up. Afterwards, he went around the mall, stopping at a few stores along the way. He picked up a few new video games for himself and a few other items. It wasn't until nearly 6PM that he finally made his way home. Once he got home, though, he took his shopping bags and went immediately up to his room. He spent another hour there, doing who knows what, before he ventured out.

He headed downstairs, to the living room once more. He was still in his shorts and t-shirt. He hadn't heard a peep from his mother all day. "Mom?" He calls out. "Are you home?" He was certainly eager to see what she was wearing for him today.
 
Julie was reluctant to head home. She knew that it would not be long before her son returned and she had to be there when he did. It was all part of his sick little game. She was too afraid of what he would do to actually stand up to him and force him to stop the bullshit. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it. She arrived home at about 5pm. There was no sign of him yet, which made her feel slightly better. At the same time, she realized he was doing god knows what with her credit card. She did not even want to think about what he was possibly purchasing.

She had already showered at the gym after her workout. She had decided it was the best way to get the anger and aggression out. She stood in front of her closet, looking for something that her son would find suitable. As she pulled out several items, she tossed them on the bed, knowing none of them would make the little pervert happy. When she got to the back of her closet she found a dress that she had worn on Halloween when her ex dressed like a pimp. She had forgotten all about the garment but now that she had found it, she knew her son would approve. It barely covered anything, hugged her curves like a second skin and was revealing enough to give him easy access.

She put it on, hoping that it wouldn't fit. It was a little tighter than before which made it look all the more raunchy. She grabbed a pair of heels as well. As much as she wanted to hide all night, she knew she couldn't. When she heard him come home, she waited to see if he looked for her. She was relieved when he went straight to his room with his loot. She stayed quiet, hoping that he would forget all about her while he enjoyed whatever it was he had bought. Unfortunately, she had no such luck. When she heard him calling her, she reluctantly opened her bedroom door and descended the stairs. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she reached the bottom.

"What do you want Andrew?" She said flatly as she stared at him.
 
Andrew turned at the sound of her voice. His grin broadened as he saw her in that dress. He let his eyes roam over her body, taking it all in. He had no idea that such a garment existed, let alone in her closet! But he shouldn't have been too surprised, really. She was a whore and that was exactly the sort of thing that a whore wore. No bra, no panties, a dress that barely covered anything and clung to what it did.

"I think I've found what I want." He retorts, moving over to her. He slowly circled her, until he came to sand behind her. They were almost the same height, Andrew being an inch or two taller. He hoped he still had a few years of growth left in him, but despite their nearly equal stature he possessed a males strength that, despite her workouts, she could not match. He licked his lips as he looked down at her ass, feeling his arousal growing by the second.

He stepped forward, pressing his front against her back. His arms wrapped around her waist. pulling her against him. He ground his hips forward, letting her feel his growing erection as it hardened and pressed against her ass. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric before slipping inside to fondle her naked breasts. . "Shopping was so stressful, mommy." He moans into her ear, hot breath tickling it. "Get on your knees and show your son that you love him and want to take care of his every need."
 
She was thoroughly disgusted by the way her son treated her but the thought of how hard he had made her cum the night before flooded back into her mind as he roughly groped her breasts. He knew nothing about how to seduce a woman but somehow he had managed to fuck her properly. She knew that most likely he would do so again that night, which was all it took to get her to convince herself to get on her knees. She said nothing, instead, she turned to face him, sinking to her knees right there on the kitchen floor at his feet. She quickly undid his shorts and fished his swollen cock out. Her fingers held the base as her lips made contact with the smooth tip of his cock. She pressed her lips to it, parting them just enough to stay in contact with his flesh as she fed his cock into her mouth inch by inch.

She forced herself to stare up at his face, watching him as her lips reached the root of his cock. She started with a semi-slow pace, taking him completely in with every stroke. The tip of her tongue continued to work over the underside of his cock, tracing up and down it as she bobbed her head. As much as he hated him for what he was forcing her to become, she felt her pussy starting to get wet with excitement as she thought about his cock pounding her like it did the night before. She hated herself for how she felt but her body did not care that it had given birth to him. It only cared about the pleasure that his manhood provided her.

Julie had one hand resting against his thigh while the other cupped and gently massaged his balls. Her pace quickened slightly as she began to suck harder, keeping her gaze fixed on his face the entire time. She tried to hide the fact that it was getting her turned her but the clues were all there for him to pick up on if he bothered to pay attention to something other than his own greedy pleasure.
 
No protest this time. Instead, she turned around and dropped to her knees obediently in front of him, giving him an ample view of her bust in that most revealing of dresses that she wore. He bit his lip as she undid his pants, letting them slide to the floor even as she grabbed a hold of his hard cock. No look of disgust or anything of the sort this time. He moaned softly as she quickly took him into her mouth.

This time, things were different. Her eyes locked onto his even as she swallowed him whole. For some reason, it turned him on even more, made his cock twitch a little and harden a fraction more. She started to suck and bob her head even faster, her hand coming up to fondle his balls. He moaned louder, hips pressing forward in time with her bobbing motions. He rested his hands on his hips as his mother blew him in the kitchen.

He could feel his balls churning in her hands as his orgasm built in the base of his cock. "Mhm...I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face..." He moans down to her, closing his eyes as he basked in the pleasure. Shortly before he came, he pulled out of her. He jerked his cock a few times before cumming, painting her face with his seed as he moaned loudly in pleasure. "Fuck you're a good cock sucker." He moans, panting a little.

His cock didn't deflate though. The benefits of youth. He took a few seconds before stepping out of his shorts, leaving him bare from the waist down. "Now, get up and bend over the table...life the bottom of your skirt up and spread yourself for me."
 
Her head bobbed quickly, watching his face as he thrust into her throat. She knew it would not take long for him to cum for her. That familiar twitch came much more quickly that she had imagined. When he said he was going to shoot his load all over her face she felt a tinge of disappointment. Her lips moved swiftly up and down his throbbing cock as he grew closer and closer to climax. When he finally withdrew she stared up at him, keeping her face upturned and her eyes on him. She silently prayed that he would not get it in her eyes. She was lucky. It landed cleanly on her face, with just a tiny bit getting into her hair.

She sat back on her heels for a moment as he finished. She smirked when he complimented her skill. When he ordered her to position herself bent over the table, she rose to her feet. She didn't bother to say a word. Instead, she walked over to the table and bent over it. Her breasts pressed firmly against it as she reached back and inched her skirt up over her hips. She inched her legs apart as her hands reached back and spread herself open for him. Her pussy lips glistened with the wetness that had gathered there. She could hardly wait to feel his cock slide inside of her.

As much as she hated herself for wanting it, she couldn't help herself. Perhaps she really was nothing more than a whore. The fact that her own son had fucked her so well disturbed her but the orgasm he gave her made it easy for her to push it from her mind while he was using her body.
 
Looking at her pussy in daylight was something else. He had never gotten a good look at one before and seeing it in the flesh - so to speak - was different than seeing it on camera or a screen. He could even see how her pussy glistened with moistness. He smiled at that. Apparently his mother was getting turned on when she sucked his cock. He also stared at her rosebud. The thought of sticking his cock there crossed his mind. He wasn't quite ready for that though.

Instead, he got down on his knees and buried his face between her legs. He inhaled her scent even as he kissed her pussy. He rubbed his tongue along the length of her slit, tasting her for the first time with his tongue. He placed his hands on hers, keeping her ass spread for him as he explored her folds with his tongue. He had no idea what he was doing so rubbed his tongue all over her folds.

The taste was unique and unlike anything else he had ever tasted. He moaned softly against her and found her opening, plunging his tongue repeatedly against it.
 
Julie awaited the feel of her son's cock pushing between her lips. Instead, he shocked her as he dropped to his knees and she felt his warm breath on her moist flesh. She shivered as his tongue swiped slowly over the length of her slit, gathering the juices that had formed there. She let out a soft moan. She never expected him to go down on her like this. Not after the way he had treated her the past 24 hours. His tongue dipped deeper inside her. She pulled her cheeks further apart, wanting to let it burrow as deeply into her it could. Her breathing became uneven and more rapid as his tongue swirled around inside of her.

"Oh god yes baby don't stop. Tongue fuck my pussy baby" She purrs. The words didn't feel strange at all as she spoke them. It was beginning to sink in that she was starting to accept her role as his plaything. Her hips moved, pushing against him as his tongue darted in and out of her. "OH GOD RIGHT THERE" She cried as he hit just the right spot. Her body shivered. Andrew's tongue continued to stab at it, making her quiver. His continued attention would easily push her over the edge.
 
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