Taking Over For Dad

Johnny B BADD

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OOC: Johnny Randall.
20 years old. 6'2", 225.
Shaved head. Black Fu Manchu moustache.
College fullback.


IC:

"I don't want to hurt you, Mom," I said. "But if you don't start sucking me, I will."


It was strange. I don't know why I was making my mother blow me. There were plenty of girls on campus who would jump at the chance. Younger, prettier girls.
(Not that Mom wasn't kinda hot, for a mature woman)
But campus was so far away.
And there was something especially hot about it being Mom.

"Dad will be home any minute," I pointed out. "Do you want him to catch us like this. Come on. Open up.

I took the tip of my eight inch prick and pressed it against her full red lips.
What happened next was up to her.....
 
Jennifer (Randall):

I could hardly remember the exact events that had led up to the present moment, but this was definitely a situation any woman wouldn't want to be found in.

Here I was, my knees deep in the carpet and my son's cock prodding obscenely at my shut lips. His words seemed only to drift through my head and I could not hold my concentration.

Still there was that much morality left in me, for me to jerk my head sharply away from his manhood, and turning my face away....
 
Tears welled up in Mom's eyes, and she tried to turn away, but I had her securely pinned between my muscular thighs.
There was nowhere to go.
I loved the look of resignation that came over her face when the realization struck her. That was when I knew she was mine.

"Come on, Mom. I know it's been a while. But it's like riding a bicycle. It's something you never forget."


I knew it had been a while, because Dad couldn't shut up when he got drunk. Mom cut him off over three years ago, and I knew she was too religious to cheat on the old fart.

"Suck it, Mom. And suck it good."

My prick was throbbing with desire, and I was afraid I was going to come before she even started sucking. I had never been so excited in my whole damned life.

But then, Mom took a deep breath.
Exhaled.
Then she wrapped her lips around my stiff tool....
 
Jennifer:

I knew that the greatest mistake of my life was to get drunk on that fateful night a few months ago, but I never thought it would come back to haunt me like this; I had expected more from my own son but I guess for men it all boiled down to the same thing. Mother or not.

My resolve disappeared, for now I have been resigned to doing this, and probably not for the last time. As my lips fall open slightly Johnny didn't need a second invitation; pushing his pelvis forward, my lips came around his massive cock naturally, and for that very moment I felt like I could break down once again.

The fact was, I did love sucking cock, and this lewd incestuous act did stir some deep feelings within me, but I knew I had to cast them aside in order to live with myself in future. Enjoying it would be the second greatest mistake of my life.
 
The thrill of victory............


Once Mom started sucking me, there was no stopping her. She was like a vacuum cleaner. I'd had a lot of mouths on my meat, but Mom was special.

After a minute of paradise, however, Mom stopped sucking. I thought I was going to have to take charge again, but then Mom said, "Lie on your back, Johnny. Let Mommy get comfortable."

I did as she said, and we shifted positions. As I felt her lower her mouth back over my stiff prick, I started to wonder who was really in charge here.....
 
Jennifer:

I found it increasingly difficult to suck him off without using my hands, and the longer he took to cum the more likelihood of us getting caught in this uncompromising position.

Immediately I suggested for him to lie back on his back, for various reasons. One of them being that I wouldn't have to look into his lust-filled eyes as I conducted this immoral act, again.

Over the years, I have found several ways to give a blowjob, and as it is I tried to give as basic a blowjob as possible; I didn't want him to start having ideas of getting me to repeat this lewd act. I didn't want to pleasure him.

I took him in, bobbed my head along his shaft for five times and then let him out again, stroking it furiously before replacing it back within the confines of my lips. Still, he seemed to grow bigger with every passing moment, and the immorality of the act was pushed further and further to the back of my mind. As mechanical as I tried to be, I couldn't help but want to enjoy it, as well as letting him enjoy it...
 
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