son fucks mom (open 2 1 female)

Thomas and his mother talk about sex more then the normal family, and in a much different way.

See a couple of years back, when he was 17 he cought his mom playing with her pussy. After the embaressment, the two dicussed it and nearly went further. She stopped the two from having sex or toutching, but that night they watched eachother get off. Ever since however, she never let him take things further then discussing it.

For the next month it would be Thomas and his mother alone in their house, his dad was away on buisness. It was 6:00 at of their first day alone, and Thomas was going crazy. They were both avoiding any sexual conversation, but all day his blue eyes had been scanning her. he now found himself, alone in his room, trying to get some sort of releaf.

It was a few years back, but Sierra could never forget the image of her son's long, hard cock.

When he pulled his pants off, his half limp cock was already a good 5 to 6 inches long. She remember gasping to herself, and the dryness of her throat, as she watched him sit down on the stool beside the dresser. By then, she had come close to forgetting what it was like to wrap her lips around a young, hard cock like that.

He went on to peel his shirt off, and she quickly glanced upwards, admiring his mouth-watering pecs and flat stomach. He did not have rock-solid abs, but toned enough to entice almost any member of the fairer sex. And of course, he had soft and handsome features to boot - straight out of her own womb too.

But her attention had quickly re-focused back down onto his throbbing member. His fingers wrapped loosely around it. By then, his arousal was telling, and blood was quickly filling it up. It was 7 inches. No, closer to 8 inches. His engorged cockhead screamed for attention. Attention that she would not give. No, she cannot give.

Sierra returned to the present with a ring of the doorbell. She heaved a sigh of relief, and strode towards the front door.

(ooc: Your intro is alittle unclear. Do you want me to be at the door? Because I was starting it where we are both in the house.)

OOC: I didn't mean for you to be at the door. You should be in your room, like you wrote. I am just getting my character warmed up.

OOC: Okay, just wanted to make sure because it was alittle unclear.

OOC: No worries. It's your post next.

(You'll have to forgive me for this short reply, I'm trying to multitask at the moment.)

Thomas sat upstairs, jacking his cock off like crazy as he remember the image of his mother's naked body and pictured her pleasuring herself as he watched her. His desire for her has only grown since that day. It was going to be miserable trying to control himself while he and his mother were alone.

Suddenly, just as Thomas was about to shoot his load he too heard the door bell. The wonder of who it was made him feel he had to stop. With any luck, it would be someone who would be willing to help him, perhaps one of his moms friends? At any rate, he stopped to lission in and find out who it was.

Sierra opened the door, to find one of her son's friend standing at the doorway.

"Er....hi Mrs Hughes," he stammered after some time.

Sierra realised the reason for the lagged response. Not expecting any visitors or Thomas, she was dressed in a loose white tank top and a pair of black shorts. The only consolation was that her black-laced bra was still on from work earlier, since there were days when she would go without any support. But only when Thomas was not at home.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she prompty invited him in, and tried to turn away to avert his furtive glances. It was James, one of Thomas's high school classmates. He told Sierra that he would not be long, before flying up the staircase.

Sierra heaved another sigh of relief. But it also reminded her of the distraction that led her to open the door in this state of dress in the first place. She decided to put on something less revealing before she had to face James, or Thomas again.

Thomas was frustrated when he heard James coming up the stairs. As quick as he could he pulled his pants up and tried to make as if nothing was wrong. It was about 30 minutes until Thomas and James came walking down the stares. James was trying to convince Thomas to come to a party.

Thomas told him he had a lot to do, but he just wanted to try to spy on his mom sometime. So Thomas walked him to the door.

"It's gonna be fun man..." James insisted.

"Sorry, maybe next time." Thomas said, closing the door behind his friend.

Sierra did not manage to change eventually, a call coming in from work meant she had to head to the study. She spent the next 30 minutes or so on the phone trying to iron some details out, before finally ending the call. She heaved a sigh of relief, glad that things had worked out.

Naturally, she would not have known the James had already left, or that Thomas was standing behind the ajar door for the past minute or so.

(ooc: Could you give me alittle more for that last one? Sorry, I'm having troubling coming up with were to go from here)

Sierra smiled a little to herself as she recalled how he had not only checked her out secretly, but behaved a little awkward around her as well. Most of the time when a man behaves in a weird fashion in front of a lady, it is because he finds her attractive in some way. Sierra relished the thought of feeling wanted by a young stud.

Her thoughts began to drift back to the image she had held even before she was interrupted by James.

Thomas had began stroking his cock gently, but his eyes remained fixated on her form. She was his mother, and yet for the first time, there was something very different about the way he was looking at her. It was the kind of gaze that communicated only one thing - lust. His eyes widened a little as she began her own strip show, first pulling open her bathing robe, to reveal a sexy set of lingerie underneath. A black bra and matching panties, and stockings as well.

Sierra found herself breathing a little harder than before, and felt the clear arousal that was beginning to run through her body. Her nipples began to harden a little, and she felt her pussy moisten somewhat. It wouldn't be long before she needed to pleasure herself again.