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It all started when...(TWAW + Anivia)

Feeling Andrew enter her again was pure bliss, even if it was just a fraction. She moaned loudly, his slow thrusts being so unlike yesterday and yet so much more fulfilling.

She closed her eyes, trying to find an anchor, but she only felt the hand on her breast and a big cock stretching her more with each thrust.

His words send a wave of shame and arousal straight to her core.
"Andrew... you're... you're so big..."

That was not what a mother should tell her child, but gods was it true.

Her hips began to match his pace. Each thrust sending tingles down her spine and core. There was a strange feeling building in her belly, yet not wholly unwelcome.
 
Andrew thrust steadily into her, taking his time. There was no rush in him and her body began to press back against him. His hand began to explore her breast more, squeezing and massaging, reaching over to touch her other breast too.

"Am I? I never...measured or anything...you like it though? Its a good size?" He whispers, nipping her shoulder with his teeth out of instinct and desire.

A few moments later he slowed, stopping his thrusts. "I...I want to me on top now. Can we do that?" He asks, now starting to think more than just to get his dick in her, but to live out some of the porn-induced fantasies he had.
 
Who knew that Andrew would be so skilled at eliciting those feelings inside her?
Her breath was fairly uneven and heavy now, the steady build up had her teetering in an edge she didn't even know existed before.

"It's...good...", she managed to rasp out, her rational thoughts more and more receding. His bite and nibble made her mewl...a sound she had never heard coming from her.

There was a strangled whine that escaped her throat when he stopped thrusting inside her. He couldn't leave her like this.
"Y-yes", she rasped.
Anything to finally grant her that release she had been craving.
 
Andrew kicked the blanket away from his feet and pulled out, admiring her juices on his shaft for a few moments. He got to his knees and watched his own mother roll onto her back before he crawled between her legs.

It was his first proper view of her naked body and it caused his cock to twitch with excitement. He was on all fours, his slim frame on top of hers, eyes raping her body. "You're so beautiful..." He murmurs before extending his legs out behind him, lowering his hips towards hers.

"Guide me in again...I love it when you touch my cock."
 
Sharon tried her best to stop the whine from escaping her throat as Andrew pulled out of her. Rolling into her back, she stared at her 16 year old son who seemed ready to devour her.
The thought send another pang to her core.

The way he lowered herself above her did nothing to quell her arousal.
At his renewed request her eyes darted between them, zeroing in on his huge cock.

Flushing an even deeper red, she grasped his member, absentmindedly running her thumb along his shaft, her thoughts sluggish. Guiding it to her pussy once more, she let out a soft moan as the tip pressed against her entrance.
 
Andrew moaned softly as she took him in her hand once more, this time rubbing his cock. It was funny, he thought, that he'd had sex before his first kiss!

He braced his weight on his arms, looking down at her - at her face and her breasts - even as he felt the head of his cock against her slit once more.

He lowered his hips, letting his body weight push his cock into her. He had to thrust a few times, but eventually he was buried to the hilt once more, his balls pressed against her.

"Beg me...beg me to do it to you..."
 
Andrew seemed to want to look into her eyes when he entered her once more. The moment his cock slipped inside her squeezed her eyes together and moaned softly. His thrust quickly had her teethering on edge once more.

When he bottomed out she could feel him hit against her cervix again, his hot, hairy balls pressing against her, pulsing in tandem with the cock that was buried inside her.

Her son's voice was gentle, not even demanding. It still felt Sharon with shame, even when she was way too far gone at this point.

Her eyes found Andrew's as she pleaded helplessly: "Please sweetheart...I...I need you so much!"
 
He shook his head.

"Not those words. The other words. The dirty words."

He flexed his cock inside of her, letting her feel every inch move at once.

It was clear he was drawing inspiration from porn - but how badly did she want his cock?
 
Of course, in his age Andrew had probably watched enough adult content to form his own power fantasies.
She was on the verge of refusing, but she couldn't. Not with her son's cock buried so deep inside her...not when she was this close.

Closing her eyes she begged again:
"Please...I need your cock...I...need you to fuck me..."

Her cheeks burned from the shame.
Only this once. Yes, just this one time.
 
Those were the words. So wrong, so dirty, coming from his mother like that. She needed not just him, but his cock...to fuck her. He moaned in response and started to thrust.

It was much easier in this position, and with out the need to keep quiet. He assumed his father was away, otherwise she would have said something to him.

He started to thrust, harder and faster now, settling on moving half his length back and forth, each thrust resounding in a soft *smack* as their bodies came together repeatedly.

He panted softly, occasionally moaning, quickly surpassing the thrusts from the night.
 
Her nerves felt like they were on fire. With each thrust Andrew bestowed upon her she felt herself climbing higher, seeing stars as he pounded against her cervix with fervour.
She wasn't able to keep quiet any longer, moaning and gasping with every hit of his hips, his balls slapping against her flesh.

She could feel it, the coiling in her stomach.
Her legs quivered, as she circled them around him to gain some sense of stability.
She was so close.
 
Andrew had no idea he was driving his mother over the edge.

"You like that, huh, you like the way I'm fucking you? Your own son is fucking you?" He murmurs down at her, watching her breasts jiggle with every thrust he made into her.

He grit his teeth together and started to thrust harder into her, an audible *smack* much louder than before as he really started to pummel into her.
 
"Andrew!", she called out, his words barely registering with her, "I'm... about..."
Gods he was right. She was fucking her son and couldn't help but love it.

He picked up the pace, thrusting even harder and faster inside her. One deliberate hard pound send Sharon over the edge.

"Andrew!"

She practically yelled his name, as her inner walls clamped down hard on his cock inside her, clinging to her son for dear live as wave after wave washed over her.
 
His mother called his name and came all over his cock.

He kept thrusting, letting her ride the waves of pleasure that coiled from her body, his cock feeling like it was being milked by her inner walls.

He stared down at her face as she came, watching her face crease with pleasure. Pleasure that he had caused her, simply with his cock.

He slowed his thrusts as she came down before pulling out, sitting back on his heels.

"I want to do you from behind now...doggystyle I think...until I cum."
 
She felt spent, but a pleasant tingling buzzed through her body. Lightheaded she couldn't help but nod at her son's request, rolling on her stomach, while lifting herself up with shake arms, presenting his butt to Andrew.

Only this once, she reminded herself.
After this she still had enough time to regret their actions, but right now...she couldn't even fathom how this could be wrong.
 
Andrew shifted around behind her and guided the head of his cock to her slick hole. He thrust in, grabbing her hips.

He leaned forward, sliding his arms up her slender sides, reaching around to grope both of her breasts as her ass pressed into his pelvis. He fondled them for a few moments then released them.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, just like he had seen in porn. He straightened up, tugging on her hair, then slapped her ass.

"You belong to me now, mother." He hisses, starting to thrust into her, pulling on her air with each thrust.
 
After her own high she was way too sensitive, so when he thrust right back in she yelped sharply, her walls fluttering, as they were being stretched once more.

His hands found her breasts again, fondling them, as they swayed in tandem with his thrusts. She could feel her legs quivering, his cock seeming to reach deeper and deeper inside her.

There was a sharp tug on her hair and a sudden slap on her ass, when she felt him shift into a more straightened position.
She couldn't say she didn't enjoy these sensations, but his relentless pulling on her hair did begin to sting.

"Sweetheart...please... don't tug so hard...."
 
She didn't have to worry about the hair pulling for much longer. He slapped her ass once more and continued his hard thrusts into her, loving the way her ass moved each time he rammed his shaft home inside of her.

He didn't last much longer than that, though. A few more thrusts and that big cock buried itself inside of her once more. He moaned, body rigid as he came again. Spurt after spurt filling her with his seed once more.

This time, he held himself inside of her for a while, his cock semi-hard by the time he slowly pulled it out of her, looking down to see his cock sticky with their combined juices, some of his cum leaking out of her smooth pussy.

He moaned as he flopped down onto his back beside her, his cock smearing juices against his body. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin from the effort and he breathed deeply. "You know, I never thought I'd get to fuck before even kissing a girl...or having my cock sucked. Can you suck my cock for me, mommy?"
 
She didn't know if Andrew heard her, but his hold on her hair slackened, as he slapped her ass once more, making her clench her walls subconsciously around his cock, his thrusts becoming even harder than before, ramming all the way up to her womb in an angle that made her question if he could just burst through it altogether.

This time she could practically feel him approaching his climax, as he surged forward, his balls against her ass almost buzzing as he filled her with his warm sperm.
Sharon's arms gave out, as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. The sensation of her son cumming inside her tipping her over the edge once more.

Her heart pounded in her ears, as she tried to calm her breath, enjoying him staying inside her for a few more moments before pulling out of her.
She didn't need to see to know that cum already began to leak back out of her pussy. After all...Andrew had also cum quite a lot in the night as well.

A sigh tore herself from her throat, when her body collapsed into her thin air mattress.
She heard him moan, as he lied back as well, his words piercing through the false layer of denial and excuses she had told herself.

Turning her head to look at her son in shock, she almost stumbled over her words, as she tried to sit up, searching for something to cover herself with.

"Andrew...this was wrong. We...I shouldn't have..."

She couldn't meet his gaze, afraid what she would see there.

"Please...we need to forget this ever happened."
 
Andrew wasn't going to take no for an answer, not after what they had done and how good it had felt. Even he could tell how good it had felt for her, with the way she had cum on his cock. He had always wondered if girls faked it, but the way her pussy had squeezed and clenched around him made him think she certainly had not.

He reached out, taking her arm with his hand, before guiding her hand down to his semi-flaccid cock.

"Its too late for that, mom." He murmurs back, softly. "The least you can do is clean up the mess you made on my cock, with your mouth. Show me how much you appreciated me making you cum. I get the feeling you and dad haven't done that sort of thing in a very, very long time?"
 
When Andrew reached for her her hand she was startled, but bit as much as she realized he was guiding it towards his now semi-flaccid cock. Her eyes widened, as a blush forced its way on her cheeks.

"B-but", she tried again, her mind scrambling for more excuses to use, though she didn't move her hand away.

"It's...wrong...", she finished lamely, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. His words about Peter stung. It hurt to think about how her own husband didn't bother to save their relationship at all.

She had felt incredible, she couldn't deny Andrew that...but...now that they both were fully awake there was a line. A line they maybe shouldn't cross yet again.
 
Andrew let go of her hand. Despite her protests, her hand remained pressed on his cock. He bit his lip, flexing his cock in her hand to make it twitch up against her.

"If it was so wrong, why did it feel so good? Why did you cum on your son's own cock?" He murmurs back. "It felt amazing to me. I never knew your pussy would feel...well, feel like that. I've always found you beautiful, mom, so I'm glad I can finally show you how beautiful I think you are."

He pauses, letting the words sink in. "But right now, I think the most beautiful thing would be to see your face looking up at me as you give me my first ever blowjob."
 
Sharon could feel her son's cock twitch in her hand, causing her blush to deepen even more. His words felt so inviting. It had been so long since someone had told her she was beautiful. The shame send a pang of heat coiling into her stomach.

"It...It just had been so long since...
What would the people say...?"

Even to her own ears it sounded hollow.
Maybe...if she did it...just this once?
Licking her dry lips she crawled closer, her eyes flitting from his cock back to his face.

"Only...only this one time...alright?"

She didn't dare to wait for his answer, as she lowered her mouth between his legs. Up close his cock looked even way more imposant. Hesitantly she gingerly pressed her lips against his tip.
Peter had never wanted her to blow him before, so this was particularly new to her as well, but she promised her son this one time, so she would deliver it.
Curiously she let her hand wander lower down his shaft, traveling to his hot, huge balls, caressing them softly.
They felt...firmer than she had expected, but so very warm.
 
He answered her with a soft moan, watching as her head went down to his waist - feeling her mouth engulf the head of his cock. It was a different feeling than sliding into her pussy, but one that was just as enjoyable. Her hand even went down to fondle his heavy, hair ball-sac.

"Oh yeah...suck my cock.." He moans, spreading his legs to give her more access to both cock and balls. His semi-flaccid state soon hardened once more, giving her his full hardness, length and girth to suck on and clean with her tongue.

He slid one hand down to her back, caressing her smooth, soft skin while his other hand rested on the back of her hair, helping to hold it out of the way.
 
His cock tasted salty, but not unpleasant. Circling her tongue around his tip she began to massage his hairy balls, wondering why her husband had always made such a fuss about his non touching policy.

Going against her better judgement, she tried to take more of his length inside her mouth, but had to gag a little. In its now hardened state it was just to massive for her.

His hand was warm and gentle on her back, almost encouraging of sorts. She bobbed her head a little to run her tongue and mouth up and down his shaft, tasting the mix of her and his cum.
Bitter...but not in a bad way...if that made sense.

She could feel her own excitement building, the renewed heat pooling between her legs.
Just what was wrong with her?
She was just doing this once...
For Andrew.
And then it would go back to normal.
 
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