Brenda turned the knob in her hand and pushed the door open, a small crack. “Charlie?” she called softly, peering into the dusky bedroom. “Are you awake, baby?”
“I am,” Charlie answered from underneath the covers. “You can come in if you want, Mommy.” With the bare sliver of light from the hallway, Brenda could barely see him lift the covers for her. She crawled under with him, naked, and quickly found that he was naked, his skin soothingly warm against hers. As he settled into the warmth of her loving embrace, she wasted no time grasping at his semi-erect cock, her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and swollen already with excitement.
“For such a pretty boy,” she purred, “I am always so amazed to see you have such a huge cock.” Charlie was sleepy enough to blush, and he buried his face in the hollow of her neck to mask his blushing from her. “Mom,” he whined, “you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” Brenda allowed a small laugh. “I’m only telling the truth.” Charlie let out a low, throaty groan, the scent of Brenda’s skin and musk drifting into his nostrils. That was when she started with slow, prolonged strokes along his shaft before her fingers traveled to deftly knead his balls in the warm cup of her palm. Her other hand roamed freely across his hairless chest and abdomen, forcing him to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a moan. Yet, when Brenda tenderly caressed one of his nipples and pinched it, Charlie couldn’t stop his trembling cries. Brenda felt her pussy getting wetter with arousal.
“You’re definitely bigger than your father,” she teased, her fingers scaling his size. Charlie scoffed. “Does size matter all that much to you?” Brenda laughed. “Need I remind you that I did not object when you were eye-fucking me during dinner?”
“Touché,” he conceded, breathing hard as a spurt of precum from his engorged tip dribbled on Brenda’s tummy. “Someone’s overly excited,” she teased. Drunk with desire, all Charlie could do was mutter a string of incoherent gibberish. At the same time, Brenda continued to slowly stroke his engorged member.
“Charlie,” she whispered. “Baby, are you hungry?” Charlie nodded. “Why don’t you suckle on Mommy’s tits then, baby,” she urged. “Go on, touch Mommy.” Brenda took a deep, purposeful breath, her voluptuous bosom rising and falling, a nonverbal cue on where she wished to be touched. Charlie reached out to pinch her nipple, tugging rougher in his excitement. “Baby, be gentle,” she warned. “You must know how sensitive I can get sometimes.” He murmured an apology as he tilted his head to suck her sore nipple into his mouth, laving the tender flesh with his tongue until the sting was replaced with hot pleasure. What do you think they will do next? Click right here to read the second part and call me to tell me how hot it got you!
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