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"Look at you two, what a perfect couple!" the photographer grinned charismatically at Adam and Ms. Arlotti. The woman -- who looked regal in her floor-length gown, the plunging neckline revealing a pert chest, a sophistication befitting a lawyer in her mid-40s -- pulled close to her young date so the photographer could snap some pictures of the two of them before moving on to another table at the wedding reception.
Rebecca Arlotti was glowing. The event was her younger secretary's wedding, and Ms. Arlotti -- formerly Mrs. Jacobs up until six months ago -- had been dreading the day for months now. The divorce had been awful, particularly because Rebecca wasn't the most patient woman in her profession. The proceedings had dragged on, and she'd forced herself to give up more than she'd intended to be rid of her feckless ex-husband. And it had happened mainly in private, so she knew that when she didn't show up with Mike at the wedding, she was going to get asked dozens of questions. Particularly if she came alone.
But she wasn't alone. Rebecca felt her heart race whenever when pressed up against Adam's frame, the tall, young bachelor looking even more handsome in his tux than the groom did. Adam's dashing smile, coupled with a sense of humor and a presence that radiated genteel masculinity, might've looked more natural with a ditzy college-aged woman dangling off his large, bulky arm. But Rebecca seemed to love the looks that she got: she had transformed an awkward event into one in which she could bask in stares of envy from her female colleagues, younger and older.
"So, how'd the two of you meet?"
The question came from the wife of a partner at the firm who was seated at the same table as Rebecca and Adam. And it caused Rebecca's lips to curl into a wry grin. Her hand slid down underneath the table to curl around Adam's inner thigh, giving his heavy cock a firm squeeze.
"Oh. Well," Rebecca sighed warmly and shot Adam a knowing glance. "I'm really good friends with Adam's mother."
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Samantha's body straddled her son's lap, her blonde hair whipping backwards as she bounced firm and slow, feeling the way his large palms gripped at the thick, supple, round globes of her wobbling ass.
"Ooh, honey, you're gonna have fun next week," Samantha gasped out. Beads of sweat peppered her forehead and caused her collarbones and bouncing breasts to glisten with exertion. "Rebecca and I go way back. She was wild in college," the mother gasped, ceasing her bouncing so that she position herself high above her son's lap, gritting her teeth and slowly impaling herself on his full, twitching, throbbing length. "You'll need to wear a tux, baby. I picked a couple options out for -- ah!" Samantha shut her eyes and her jaw dropped. Her body shook, and her toes curled.
She gushed on her son's length for what felt like the fourth time that night.
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I'm in the mood for something both diabolical and romantic, if it's possible to intertwine those things. As you can tell, I'm interested in playing a son who shares a very close relationship with his mother. A mother who, recognizing her son's virility, sets him up on dates with her close friends. This scene is meant to explore fun, funny, lascivious, and romantic world-building and sportfucking.
My kinks are: Stories, cuckquean, age gap, incest, thicc women, exhibitionism, ass play, breast play, pussy play, sloppy blowjobs, titfucking, assjobs, thighjobs, facials, lots of thick, gooey precum/cum, multiple orgasms, choking, spanking, spitting, hair-pulling, public sex, risky sex, cheating/cuckolding, groping/manhandling, kissing, impregnation/breeding, elegant clothes, slutty clothes, smeared makeup, lipstick stains, threesomes, raceplay, begging, orgasm denial, muscle worship, bimbo.
Rebecca Arlotti was glowing. The event was her younger secretary's wedding, and Ms. Arlotti -- formerly Mrs. Jacobs up until six months ago -- had been dreading the day for months now. The divorce had been awful, particularly because Rebecca wasn't the most patient woman in her profession. The proceedings had dragged on, and she'd forced herself to give up more than she'd intended to be rid of her feckless ex-husband. And it had happened mainly in private, so she knew that when she didn't show up with Mike at the wedding, she was going to get asked dozens of questions. Particularly if she came alone.
But she wasn't alone. Rebecca felt her heart race whenever when pressed up against Adam's frame, the tall, young bachelor looking even more handsome in his tux than the groom did. Adam's dashing smile, coupled with a sense of humor and a presence that radiated genteel masculinity, might've looked more natural with a ditzy college-aged woman dangling off his large, bulky arm. But Rebecca seemed to love the looks that she got: she had transformed an awkward event into one in which she could bask in stares of envy from her female colleagues, younger and older.
"So, how'd the two of you meet?"
The question came from the wife of a partner at the firm who was seated at the same table as Rebecca and Adam. And it caused Rebecca's lips to curl into a wry grin. Her hand slid down underneath the table to curl around Adam's inner thigh, giving his heavy cock a firm squeeze.
"Oh. Well," Rebecca sighed warmly and shot Adam a knowing glance. "I'm really good friends with Adam's mother."
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Samantha's body straddled her son's lap, her blonde hair whipping backwards as she bounced firm and slow, feeling the way his large palms gripped at the thick, supple, round globes of her wobbling ass.
"Ooh, honey, you're gonna have fun next week," Samantha gasped out. Beads of sweat peppered her forehead and caused her collarbones and bouncing breasts to glisten with exertion. "Rebecca and I go way back. She was wild in college," the mother gasped, ceasing her bouncing so that she position herself high above her son's lap, gritting her teeth and slowly impaling herself on his full, twitching, throbbing length. "You'll need to wear a tux, baby. I picked a couple options out for -- ah!" Samantha shut her eyes and her jaw dropped. Her body shook, and her toes curled.
She gushed on her son's length for what felt like the fourth time that night.
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I'm in the mood for something both diabolical and romantic, if it's possible to intertwine those things. As you can tell, I'm interested in playing a son who shares a very close relationship with his mother. A mother who, recognizing her son's virility, sets him up on dates with her close friends. This scene is meant to explore fun, funny, lascivious, and romantic world-building and sportfucking.
My kinks are: Stories, cuckquean, age gap, incest, thicc women, exhibitionism, ass play, breast play, pussy play, sloppy blowjobs, titfucking, assjobs, thighjobs, facials, lots of thick, gooey precum/cum, multiple orgasms, choking, spanking, spitting, hair-pulling, public sex, risky sex, cheating/cuckolding, groping/manhandling, kissing, impregnation/breeding, elegant clothes, slutty clothes, smeared makeup, lipstick stains, threesomes, raceplay, begging, orgasm denial, muscle worship, bimbo.