Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

She Wants To Fuck: A Virginity Lost Story 2

After showering, my decision already made, I texted Brandon and said, If you want to come home for lunch I will have it warm and ready.

I stared at my phone for five minutes, waiting for a response that didn't come. It's funny how technology has made us expect a response in seconds instead of days or weeks.

I ended up doing housework and it wasn't another hour before he responded back that he would be coming home for lunch. His actual response was: I'm craving some homemade pie. I hope it will be fresh and warm. Was he implying he was going to go down on me again? I responded: The pie will be simmering all morning and ready to eat hole

when you get home.

I couldn't have been blunter.

I still wasn't 100 percent sure if I was going to fuck him (although I was 95 percent sure), but the idea was definitely appealing, I decided I was going to dress up for him. I had a dozen Halloween costumes, one a cheerleader's outfit I'd worn years ago.

I put it on, without bra or panties, and wore my only remaining pair of crotchless pantyhose, which I hadn't worn in years, and waited for him nervously as if I were eighteen again and waiting for my prom date to pick me up.

He arrived a little after twelve, walked in and saw me standing in the living room posing for him with Pom

Poms and everything.

His response was exactly what I wanted to hear. "Holy shit!"

"Do you like?"

"You look amazing, Mom," he said, staring at me with the lust I was also hoping for.

"Ready for lunch?" I asked.

"Starving," he nodded, walking to me, gently pushing me onto the couch and dropping between my legs.

"It's been marinating all morning," I purred, as he looked at my already wet pussy.

He didn't say anything, instead he just buried his face in my wetness.

His tongue was like a lightning bolt of pleasure as he eagerly lapped away. He didn't have the technique my lesbian college girlfriends had, where they would tease me relentlessly until I would do almost anything (which is how I ended up eating my first asshole, taking my first strap-on up the ass, getting fisted for the first time and seducing one of their mothers at the mother-daughter ball).

But what he didn't have in anatomy and skill, he made up for with eager ambition.

it was his

saying, I asked, "Do you want to fuck Mommy?" He

looked up, wetness on

stammered, clearly astonished by

at least, and swallow your yummy cum. But I also want to be your fuck slut. You can eat me whenever you want, but you can also fuck

"Oh, God," he groaned.

I questioned, looking down at

yes," he responded, back to the star-struck son and not the dominant

that

jeans and underwear, revealing his cock was already

Mommy get this big cock hard?" I asked,

moaned, "now get

the incestuous act we

wanted deep in my cunt. I'd had my tubes tied years ago because my husband was a pussy and wouldn't

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seconds, just long enough to make sure he was iron stiff. I then

body trembling as I stroked his cock. It was adorable to watch

her back or on all fours?" I asked, wanting him to decide the position, trying

you stand up and bend over the couch?" he suggested, again shifting from nervous to

you want me," I answered, getting up and moving into position, wanting to make it clear I

repeated, as he took

is your live-in cum bucket or that your Mommy will obey any order you give without hesitation?" "Yes, yes and yes,"

fuck, but I sure wasn't going to quibble about minor quirks when I was about

up

slut, Mom," he

your mother a slut?" I questioned, my tone suddenly

thought," he instantly apologized. He really was a

him, "I was joking, honey. I want to

he spanked me and

enhanced the surreal reality of the situation. "Sorry, Mommy is a silly little slut who should know

cheek burned as he

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