That evening, Sherry and her husband Dave relaxed in bed together after putting the kids to sleep. Dave was propped up against the headboard, clacking away on his laptop as he finished up some work emails. Sherry lay beside him, idly flipping through a magazine, her mind still reeling from the depraved acts she had participated in with her son and best friend mere hours ago.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a notification from the secret app. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw it was a session request from
Charlie. Trying to appear nonchalant, she set her magazine aside and slid out of bed.
"I'm gonna go organize the closet a bit before bed," she told Dave, her voice carefully casual. "I wanna go through some old clothes, see what can be donated."
"Mmm, okay honey," Dave mumbled distractedly, not looking up from his screen. "Have fun."
Sherry padded into her spacious walk-in closet, making sure to firmly close and lock the door behind her. She approached the glory hole with bated breath, her pulse quickening in anticipation. Sinking to her knees on the plush cushion, she peered through the opening.
There, mere inches away, was her son's beautiful cock, already hard and straining. The thick shaft bobbed before her, pulsing with need, the bulbous head shiny with pre-cum. Sherry licked her lips hungrily, eager to wrap them around that throbbing meat once more.
Just as Sherry was about to lean in and engulf Charlie's waiting cock, his head suddenly poked through the hole instead. She jumped back slightly, startled by her son's unexpected appearance.
"Charlie!" she whispered, glancing furtively at the closed closet door. "What are you doing? Your father is right outside!"
But Charlie seemed unconcerned, his eyes glued to the plunging neckline of Sherry's skimpy nightie, her tits clearly unfettered. The silky fabric draped tantalizingly over her massive breasts, hinting at the succulent globes beneath. Her cavernous cleavage was on full display, the creamy swells nearly spilling out of the low-cut bodice.
"Mom, please," Charlie breathed, his voice tight with need. "Can I suck on your tits? Just for a little bit?"
Sherry's eyes widened, her pulse quickening at the forbidden request. She knew she should refuse, should send Charlie back to his closet before Dave caught them. But the raw hunger in her son's eyes, the desperate way he was staring at her barely-contained breasts, just like he always did…it ignited a fire low in her belly.
"We have to be quiet," Sherry murmured, already reaching for the thin straps of her nightie. "If your father hears us…"
Charlie nodded eagerly, licking his lips as he watched his mother slowly peel the silky fabric down. Inch by tantalizing inch, she revealed the glory of her enormous bust, the globes finally springing free of their confines and dangling heavily.
Sherry quickly glanced back at the locked closet door, listening for any sign that Dave had heard something. Hearing nothing but the faint clacking of his laptop keys, she turned back to her son's eager face poking through the glory hole.
"Okay, but we have to make this quick," she whispered urgently. "And you have to be silent."
Charlie nodded, his eyes still riveted to Sherry's exposed breasts. The massive mounds jiggled and swayed with her every movement, the plump nipples puckered into stiff peaks. He ached to get his mouth on them, to feel that pillowy softness engulf his face.
With gentle but insistent hands, Sherry guided Charlie onto his back, easing him through the hole until only his head and torso remained on her side. She didn't want to risk him accidentally penetrating her in their haste and arousal. This was to be a quick, illicit tit-suckling session, nothing more.
Once Charlie was situated, Sherry carefully straddled his chest, making sure to keep her silk-clad pussy well away from his straining erection.
Looming over him, she cupped her heavy breasts in both hands and slowly lowered them to his upturned face.
Charlie's eyes widened as the wall of tit-flesh descended, his mother's huge, soft tits coming closer and closer until they eclipsed his entire world. And then he was engulfed, his face completely smothered by the warm, plush mounds.
Sherry had to stifle a moan as she felt her son nuzzle into her ample bosom, his lips and nose mashed between the pillowy globes. She cradled his head in her cleavage, holding him firmly in place as she began to gently rock, rubbing her breasts all over his face.
Charlie was in heaven, surrounded on all sides by his mother's giant lush tits. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin, a faint hint of perfume mixed with her own unique essence. Her flesh was so soft and smooth against his cheeks, the pliant mounds conforming to his features like warm dough.
Unable to resist any longer, Charlie opened his mouth and began to kiss and lick every inch of silky skin he could reach. He ran his tongue along the deep crevice of Sherry's cleavage, tasting the thin sheen of perspiration that gathered there. She shivered above him, her nipples tightening into diamond-hard points that poked into his cheeks.
Growing bolder, Charlie latched onto one stiff peak and began to suckle, drawing the fat nub deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the puckered areola, flicking the tip over the straining nipple bud. Sherry had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out, the sensation shooting straight to her core.
As Charlie suckled and slurped at his mother's sensitive nipples, Sherry began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck. She laved his racing pulse with her tongue, tasting the salt of his skin. Charlie shivered beneath her, his cock flexing urgently against her silk-clad bottom.
Sherry slowly worked her way up, nibbling along Charlie's jawline, her lips skimming his flushed skin. She peppered the corner of his mouth with feather-light kisses, teasing him, making him ache for more. All the while, she continued to grind her huge, soft tits against his face, smothering him in her pillowy flesh.
Unable to resist any longer, Sherry captured Charlie's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his gasp of surprise. She slanted her mouth over his, her tongue delving deep to tangle with his own. Charlie responded eagerly, kissing her back with clumsy passion, his inexperience evident in his enthusiasm.
They made out sloppily, all lips and tongue and panting breaths, uncaring of the wet smacks and slurps filling the closet. Sherry plundered her son's mouth, relishing his sweet, eager taste. Charlie submitted completely, letting his mother dominate the taboo kiss.
As their tongues danced for 5 then 10 minutes, Sherry began to slowly undulate her hips, grinding her silk-covered pussy against Charlie's rock-hard abs. She was already drenched, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric to smear his skin. Charlie groaned into her mouth, his hands coming up to grip her waist, urging her to hump harder.
Lost in the forbidden moment, Sherry rode her son's stomach with increasing fervor, the pressure on her aching clit driving her wild. She broke the kiss with a gasp, tossing her head back in ecstasy as she rubbed herself shamelessly against his tight muscles. Her huge tits bounced and swayed above his face, the perfect globes capped with straining, spit-slick nipples.
"Fuck, baby, you're making Mommy so hot," Sherry panted, her hips churning faster. "I'm going to cum just from grinding on your abs, oh god..."
Charlie stared up at her in awe, stunned by the wanton display. His mother looked like a debauched goddess above him, her face contorted
with pleasure as she used his body for her own gratification. The knowledge that he was bringing her to the brink with just his mouth and stomach made him dizzy with power and lust.
Charlie alternated between hungrily sucking and nibbling on Sherry's massive, pillowy breasts and craning his neck up to capture her lips in sloppy, passionate open-mouth kisses. His hands roamed her curvy body, squeezing her plush ass and soft hips as he encouraged her to grind harder against him.
Lost in the haze of lust, neither of them noticed that with each roll and undulation of Sherry's hips, Charlie was gradually being pulled further through the hole. Inch by inch, his torso emerged until finally, his straining erection popped free, bobbing lewdly in the perfumed air of Sherry's closet.
Sherry gasped as she felt the hard, hot brand of her son's cock pressing insistently against her silk-covered mound. The thin, damp fabric was the only barrier between them now, and she could feel every throbbing inch of him nudging between her plump lips.
Unable to resist, she began to hump Charlie's shaft in earnest, grinding her soaked panties along his length. The slick friction made them both groan, the forbidden contact intensely pleasurable. Charlie's cockhead caught on her stiff clit with each pass, making Sherry see stars.
"Oh fuck, baby, your cock feels so good," Sherry panted, riding him harder and faster. She reached down to grip his shaft, marveling at the steely heat, the thick veins pulsing under her fingers. Angling it upwards, she notched the broad head against her covered opening and began to roll her hips, letting it slip and slide along her drenched slit.
Charlie threw his head back, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Sherry used his cock like her personal sex toy. He could feel the searing heat of her, the plump lips of her pussy cradling him through the flimsy
fabric. He wanted nothing more than to rip those panties aside and plunge into her hot, slick depths.
But he held himself back, knowing this was already going far beyond the bounds of their agreement. So he let his mother take her pleasure, her desperation, on his aching cock, relishing the forbidden contact.
Sherry was in absolute heaven, shamelessly rubbing her aching cunt on her son's thick shaft. The textured slide of his engorged head over her throbbing clit was divine, sending sparks of ecstasy zipping up her spine. She could feel her orgasm building fast, her core tightening, her pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing.
Knowing she was about to explode, Sherry grabbed Charlie's head and mashed his face into her heaving cleavage, smothering him with her tits to muffle any noise. At the same time, she bore down hard on his bucking cock, trapping it tightly against her sopping slit.
Charlie's cock surged with a renewed rush of blood, the engorged shaft flexing powerfully against Sherry's pubic bone. The rigid pole felt like steel encased in silky smooth skin as it ground insistently into her mound, the throbbing veins standing out in stark relief.
The teen's body was on fire, every nerve ending electrified as his raging erection plowed against his mother's most intimate area. He could feel the searing heat of her even through the soaked silk, the plump lips of her labia parting to cradle his aching length. His balls drew up tight to his body, the contents churning as they prepared to unleash a massive load.
At the base of Charlie's straining cock, his pubic muscles clenched and released rhythmically, acting as a piston to drive his length harder against Sherry's needy cunt. The powerful root provided the perfect counterpoint to her desperate grinding, the two undulating in sinful harmony.
Inside Charlie's pulsing shaft, a complex network of tissues and membranes worked in tandem to increase his rigidity to an almost painful level. The corpus cavernosum, twin columns of spongy tissue running the length of his cock, became engorged with a fresh influx of blood. The smaller corpus spongiosum, which housed the urethra, expanded to accommodate the impending flood of semen.
The thick, pulsing veins traversing Charlie's turgid length bulged obscenely, the increased blood flow causing them to stand out like cables beneath the taut, reddened skin. They throbbed in time with his racing heart, each beat sending an electric jolt of pleasure to the hypersensitive bundle of nerves just under his swollen glans.
At the base of Charlie's shaft, the suspensory ligament contracted, drawing his cock up at an even sharper angle. The tense band pulled his erection tight against his pelvis, the head of his cock grinding mercilessly against Sherry's throbbing pearl. His heavy scrotum tightened, the muscles contracting to lift his cum-laden balls in preparation for ejaculation.
Inside those swollen gonads, his overheated testicles worked overtime to churn out a record-breaking load of spunk. The seminiferous tubules, the sperm production factories coiled within each teste, went into overdrive. They pumped out thick ropes of pearly genetic material, the eager little soldiers squirming as they were propelled through the epididymis.
The army of sperm raced through the vas deferens, the muscular tubes writhing to carry their precious cargo up into Charlie's groin. The teen could feel the searing path of his impending release as it traveled through his body, making his cock lurch and twitch against his mother's sodden mound.
With a choked cry, Sherry came apart, her pussy spasming violently against Charlie's grinding cock. The orgasm ripped through her like a tidal
wave, stealing her breath and causing her entire body to convulse with pleasure. She bucked and writhed on top of her son, the bench beneath them creaking ominously under the force of her wild gyrations.
Charlie followed her over the edge a heartbeat later, his straining cock finally reaching its breaking point. With a guttural groan muffled by his mother's smothering tits, he exploded, his shaft pulsing as it pumped out what felt like gallons of hot, thick cum. The fabric of Sherry's panties was no match for the flood, the sticky jizz soaking through instantly to coat her spasming slit.
They rutted together desperately, Sherry grinding her drenched, convulsing cunt against Charlie's erupting cock, prolonging their mutual orgasms. The obscene wet squelch of cum-soaked silk sliding over steel-hard flesh filled the closet, drowned out only by their ragged panting.
The bench shuddered and groaned beneath their frantic coupling, the reinforced metal and cushioning tested to its limits. But it held steady, absorbing the force of the depraved dry humping, built to withstand even the most vigorous taboo passion.
Lost to the maelstrom of ecstasy, Sherry threw her head back and let out a piercing cry of rapture, forgetting for a moment the need for discretion. The shameless squeal of release rang out, eclipsing the creak of the abused bench.
In the bedroom mere feet away, Dave's head snapped up from his laptop at the sound of his wife's outburst. Brow furrowed in confusion and concern, he called out, "Honey? Is everything okay in there?"
Chest heaving, thighs quaking, Sherry somehow managed to gasp out a strangled "Yes!"
Though in truth, it was more an affirmation of her earth-shattering climax than a direct answer to her husband's query. Biting her lip hard
enough to draw blood, she collapsed against Charlie, smothering his face completely in her heaving tits as the final shockwaves rolled through her.
Charlie, for his part, was only dimly aware of the close call, too lost in the throes of the most intense orgasm of his young life. He shuddered and jerked beneath his mother, cock spurting weakly as it finally began to soften, completely drained. The spunk-drenched silk of Sherry's panties stuck to his wilting shaft, a tacky reminder of their illicit coupling.
As the post-orgasmic haze began to clear, a swell of guilt washed over Sherry. She couldn't believe how far she had allowed things to go with Charlie - dry humping him to a screaming climax, soaking her panties with his cum. It was beyond forbidden, a line she had never intended to cross.
Gingerly, she eased herself off of her son's prone form, wincing as his spent cock slipped wetly from the drenched crotch of her ruined panties. She stood on wobbly legs, hastily adjusting her nightie back into place with trembling hands.
Charlie blinked up at her dazedly, a goofy, sated grin on his face. He looked thoroughly debauched, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.
"Mom, that was incredible," he slurred, reaching for her. "Can we do it again sometime?"
But Sherry stepped back, holding up a halting hand. "No, baby. We can't. That...that shouldn't have happened."
Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. "But why? It felt so good..."
Sherry sighed, running a hand through her tousled hair. "I know it did, sweetie. But we got carried away. What we just did...it's not right. I'm your mother. Sex is something that should be reserved for your father and me."
Charlie's face fell, but he nodded slowly in understanding. "I get it. I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to pressure you."
Sherry's heart clenched at his crestfallen expression. She knelt beside the bench, cupping his cheek tenderly. "You have nothing to apologize for, baby. I'm the parent here. I should have had better control."
She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before urging him to scoot back through the hole to his side. "Go get cleaned up and head to bed, okay? We'll talk more in the morning."
Charlie reluctantly complied, giving her one last longing look before disappearing back through the portal. Sherry slumped against the wall, her head spinning as she tried to process the intense events of the night.
After taking a few moments to collect herself, Sherry quietly emerged from the closet. She stripped off her soiled panties and nightie, tossing them in the hamper before heading to the en suite bathroom for a much-needed shower.
As the hot spray beat down on her flushed skin, Sherry tried to wash away the evidence of her taboo encounter with Charlie. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she could still feel the ghost of his hands on her body, the phantom press of his hard cock against her aching core.
Sherry padded back into the bedroom, still flushed and tingling from her shower. Dave lay snoring softly, his laptop abandoned on the nightstand, work apparently finished for the evening.
Biting her lip, Sherry slid under the covers beside him, her body still humming with unspent arousal. She cuddled up to Dave's back, pressing her naked breasts against him as she nuzzled his neck, hoping to entice him into a late night romp.
"Mmm, honey," she purred, reaching around to palm his crotch. "How about you turn over and make love to your wife?"
Dave stirred groggily, letting out a jaw-cracking yawn. "Now? Geez Sher, I'm beat. Can't it wait until morning?"
But Sherry was persistent, rubbing and kneading his flaccid cock through his boxers. "Please, baby? I need you so bad. I'm aching for your cock."
Sighing, Dave rolled onto his back, allowing Sherry to tug his underwear down. She bit back a disappointed moan at the sight of his limp dick flopping against his thigh, so different from the rigid pole she had just been grinding against. Determinedly, she wrapped her hand around the soft flesh and began to pump, trying to coax it to hardness.
It took several long minutes of stroking and cajoling, but finally, Dave's cock began to stir. Sherry watched it slowly fill and lengthen, the pale shaft twitching halfheartedly in her grip. It was barely at half-mast, but it would have to do. She was desperate for something, anything inside her needy cunt.
Straddling her husband's hips, Sherry notched his semi-erect cock against her slick entrance and sank down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth glide. They both groaned at the sensation, Sherry's pussy clenching around his thickness, trying to mold his still spongy cock into perfect hardness.
Bracing her hands on Dave's chest, Sherry began to roll her hips, undulating sensually as she rode him. Her huge tits swayed hypnotically, drawing Dave's drowsy gaze. He reached up to paw at the heavy globes, kneading them roughly.
But even as Sherry ground herself down on Dave's cock, she couldn't stop her traitorous mind from comparing it to Charlie's. Her son's young dick had been so hard, pulsing with virile heat, the fat mushroom head prying her open, even through the barrier of her panties. He had felt huge, stretching her deliciously, the throbbing veins massaging her labial flanges.
But Sherry's reminiscing was cut short as Dave suddenly stiffened beneath her, his hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, Sher!" he grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. "I'm gonna cum!"
"What? No, wait!" Sherry cried, frantically grinding down on his twitching cock. She was nowhere near her peak, her pussy still aching and empty. "I'm not there yet, I need more!"
But it was too late. With a strangled groan, Dave thrust up hard and exploded, his cock pulsing weakly as it spat its meager load into Sherry's clenching cunt. She sobbed in frustration, feeling his release trickle out of her still needy channel.
Dave slumped back against the pillows, spent and satiated. "Wow babe, that was great," he mumbled, already halfway to unconsciousness. Within seconds, he was snoring softly, leaving Sherry humping forlornly against his wilting cock.
With a growl of pent-up arousal, Sherry climbed off her useless husband, his limp dick slipping from her unsatisfied pussy. She collapsed beside him, hot tears of frustration pricking at her eyes. It wasn't fair - she was wound so tight, her body crying out for release, and yet again, Dave had left her high and dry. Literally.
As Sherry lay there aching and empty, her treacherous mind drifted down the hall to Charlie's room, to the huge, pulsing cock she knew was waiting there. She imagined it standing at attention, thick and veiny and ready to plunge into her weeping cunt, to stretch her wide and pound her into oblivion.
Charlie would never leave her hanging like this. He was young and virile, with the stamina to match his impressive size. He could fuck her for hours, hammering her pussy with his huge cock until she was a babbling, incoherent mess. He wouldn't stop until she was fully satisfied, her every hole sloppy and overflowing with his seed.
Sherry squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the feverish arousal raging in her loins. She knew it was wrong, knew she had already crossed too many lines with her son. But god, she needed him. Needed that massive teenage dick splitting her open, needed to feel those heavy balls slapping against her ass as he rutted her into the mattress.
Only Charlie could truly sate her, could fill the aching void Dave always left her with. His cock was made for her cunt, a perfect fit. She needed him inside her, needed to be claimed and bred by her virile young son. Yes, she was married, but her husband had his chance – many chances in fact, and failed miserably. It was time to indulge in another option.
Charlie was heading down the driveway on his way to school when his phone buzzed with an unexpected notification from the secret app. His heart raced as he saw it was a session request from his mom, at this early hour no less. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he turned on his heel and sprinted back to the house, backpack bouncing wildly.
He burst through the front door and took the stairs two at a time, not even bothering to kick off his shoes. Skidding into his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and made a beeline for the closet, already fumbling with his belt.
But when Charlie slid open the door, he stopped short, his jaw dropping in shock. There, jutting through the oversized glory hole, was the lower half of his mother's body. She was on her back on the padded bench, her knees drawn up and splayed obscenely wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening, naked cunt.
"Mom?" Charlie croaked, hardly daring to believe his eyes.
Hands shaking with anticipation, Charlie yanked his pants and boxers down, letting his huge erection spring free. It slapped against his abs
with an audible thwack, hard as steel and drooling pre-cum. He stepped out of the puddle of denim around his ankles and approached the lewd display of his mother's splayed cunt and clenching asshole.
Charlie wrapped his fist around the throbbing base of his cock, giving it a few slow, luxurious pumps as he drank in the sight of his mother's glistening sex. Her plump outer lips were flushed and puffy with arousal, the delicate petals unfurled like a pink flower. Pearly nectar seeped from her weeping slit, painting the swollen folds with slick moisture.
Unable to resist, Charlie dropped to his knees and brought his face level with Sherry's pussy. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, making his cock jump and leak in his stroking fist. He leaned in closer, extending his tongue to trace the seam of her slit from bottom to top.
Sherry gasped and twitched as Charlie's tongue made contact, the wet rasp of his taste buds electric against her sensitive flesh. He lapped at her leaking essence, savoring the tangy flavor, before flattening his tongue and dragging it over her clenching asshole. The forbidden pucker flexed under the attention, winking and fluttering.
Emboldened by her response, Charlie pushed the tip of his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, wiggling it lewdly. Above him, Sherry keened and writhed, grinding back against his probing tongue. Charlie groaned into her ass as he tongue-fucked her, relishing the filthy act.
After thoroughly rimming his mother, Charlie moved back to her dripping cunt. He sealed his lips around her swollen clit and suckled greedily, flicking the fat sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he eased two fingers into her slick channel, pumping slowly.
Sherry's hips rolled and bucked as Charlie worked her over with his mouth and fingers, the wet squelch of her pussy obscenely loud in the confines of the closet. She reached down blindly, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him in place as she ground against his face.
Charlie redoubled his efforts, pistoning his fingers faster as he lashed her clit with his tongue. He could feel her silky inner walls fluttering and clenching, her orgasm building rapidly. Curling his fingers, he massaged her spasming G-spot, wringing a sharp cry from Sherry's lips.
Just as her thighs began to tremble and quake around his ears, signaling her impending climax, Charlie felt something soft and cool caress his aching cock. He glanced down to see his mother's dainty foot rubbing along his shaft, her crimson painted toes teasing the sensitive crown.
Sherry's dainty feet slid around her son's hips to grasp his firm ass cheeks, her painted toes digging into the taut flesh. With a purposeful tug, she urged him forward, guiding his throbbing cock between her splayed thighs until the swollen head notched against her dripping opening.
Charlie's breath caught in his throat as he felt the searing heat of his mother's cunt kissing the tip of his dick, her slick petals parting invitingly. He glanced up through a gape in the hole at her face, silently seeking permission, hardly daring to hope this was really happening.
Sherry's half-lidded eyes smoldered with raw need as she locked gazes with her son. Biting her lip, she gave the slightest nod, a barely perceptible dip of her chin. But it was all the encouragement Charlie needed.
With a guttural groan, he surged forward, the bulbous head of his cock breaching Sherry's tight opening. They both gasped as he pushed inside, her elastic walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his girth. Inch after throbbing inch disappeared into her welcoming heat until finally, Charlie was balls deep, his pelvis flush against Sherry's.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, simply savoring the exquisite sensation of being joined so intimately. Charlie's eyes fluttered shut as he relished the feeling of his mother's pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, her slick channel molded perfectly to his shape. He could feel
the ring at the head of her cervix kissing his knob like a pair of soft wet lips.
Beneath him, Sherry panted shallowly, trying to adjust to the sheer size of her son splitting her open. She felt deliciously full, stuffed to the brim with his pulsing hardness. He was stretching her in ways she had never experienced before, reaching deep, untouched places.
Unable to hold back any longer, Charlie began to move, drawing his hips back slowly until just the tip remained inside Sherry's fluttering sheath. Then, with a smooth thrust, he plunged back in to the hilt, burying his cock in her welcoming heat.
Sherry keened, her back arching off the bench as Charlie began to piston in and out of her greedy cunt. His strokes were long and deep, pulling out until just the broad head parted her swollen lips before slamming back home. The wet suction of her pussy around his driving cock was incredible, her muscles rippling along every ridge and vein.
Gradually, like a locomotive gaining speed, Charlie set a relentless pace, fucking into Sherry with pent up need and youthful enthusiasm. The lewd slap of flesh on flesh echoed off the closet walls as he rutted her, punctuated by their harsh panting and wanton moans. The padded bench creaked under the force of their coupling, threatening to buckle, but it was made for such vigorous taboo romps.
Sherry locked her ankles behind her son's pumping ass, using the leverage to yank him impossibly deeper. Her legs formed a fleshy harness around his hips, urging him to fuck her harder, faster.
Charlie grunted as he bucked wildly into his mother's spasming cunt, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against her jiggling ass with each savage thrust.
Wanting to devour every inch of his mom's lush body as he claimed her, Charlie seized Sherry's waist. With a show of strength that made her
squeal in delight, he dragged her upper half through the opening, her huge tits flopping out to bounce and wobble.
The teen descended on the swollen globes with a growl, mauling the pliant flesh as he sucked a fat nipple between his lips. Sherry wailed, back bowing as Charlie bit and suckled her sensitive nub, worrying it between his teeth. Her cunt clamped down on his plunging cock, the walls rippling along his length.
"Fuck yes, baby!" Sherry cried, tossing her head back in ecstasy. "Suck Mommy's titties while you pound her pussy! Ruin me with that huge fucking cock!"
Spurred on by her filthy encouragement, Charlie released her nipple with a wet pop, only to engulf as much pillowy breast into his mouth as he could. He motorboated Sherry's heaving jugs, rubbing his face in her abundant cleavage as he fucked into her at a breakneck pace.
Sherry's tits jiggled and bounced wildly from the force of Charlie's thrusts, the heavy globes slapping together lewdly. Charlie licked and slurped at every inch of soft, perfumed skin he could reach, drunk on the taste and feel of his mom's glorious rack. Drool dribbled down his chin to pool in her cavernous cleavage as he worshipped her breasts with single-minded intensity.
Lost to the overwhelming pleasure of finally being taken by her hung son, Sherry babbled incoherently, spurring him on with broken pleas and wanton moans. Her eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy, letting it consume her.
"Mommy's cunt is yours, baby," she slurred deliriously, clenching rhythmically around Charlie's pistoning cock. "Fucking ruin it, wreck my married pussy with that fat cock, unnngh!"
Charlie snarled around a mouthful of tit, biting down hard enough to leave marks. The thought of his father's cock being inside his mom, in the same hole he was now pounding, filled him with a dark, possessive thrill.
Sherry's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her entire body seizing up as ecstasy ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on Charlie's pistoning cock like a vice, the rippling walls milking him for all he was worth. Clear fem-cum squirted from her contracting slit, gushing around his plunging shaft to soak his pubic hair and balls.
Sherry wailed like a banshee as she came apart, her hands scrabbling for purchase on Charlie's sweat-slicked back. Her long, crimson nails dug into his flexing muscles, scoring his skin with livid red lines. She raked her fingers down his spine, leaving stinging welts in her wake as she clutched him, marked him, claimed him.
"FUCK, CHARLIE!" she screamed, too lost in the throes of her release to worry about being overheard. "YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUM SO HARD! DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!"
Charlie growled, gritting his teeth against the exquisite pleasure of Sherry's nails mauling his back. The sweet sting only spurred him on, making him fuck into her convulsing cunt even harder. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering wildly, clenching and releasing his driving cock as she gushed all over him.
"Take it, Mom," he grunted savagely, hammering into her like a machine. "Cum all over my cock, drench me with it. Fucking soak me!"
Sherry keened, thrashing her head from side to side as her orgasm crested, impossibly intense. Her untrimmed nails gouged into Charlie's ass, leaving behind bloody crescent moons as she urged him deeper, harder. Her heels drummed against the small of his back, the sharp points digging into his flexing glutes.
Charlie roared, throwing his head back as Sherry's cunt practically strangled his cock, her release drenching his pistoning length. The wet squelch of his balls slapping into the puddle of her cum was obscenely loud in the closet. His shaft pulsed and kicked inside her, swelling impossibly larger as his own orgasm rapidly approached.
Delirious with pleasure, Sherry reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of Charlie's hair, yanking his face down to hers. She crashed her mouth against his in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth and desperation. Charlie returned the kiss with equal fervor, plundering her mouth, swallowing her screams of ecstasy.
They rutted like animals, completely lost to their base instincts as Sherry's explosive orgasm finally began to ebb. Her pussy continued to twitch and flutter around Charlie's thrusting cock, aftershocks zipping through her.
The slick, heated channel of Sherry's vagina gripped Charlie's pistoning cock like a velvet glove, the engorged erectile tissue of his shaft pulsing in tandem with her fluttering walls. The sensitive nerve endings lining her elastic pussy were electrified by the relentless friction of his veiny cock head and corona, every ridge and contour stimulating her g-spot with precision.
The thick, bulbous head of Charlie's erection continuously nudged Sherry's cervix with each deep, pounding thrust, the little ring of muscle clenching reflexively and causing jolts of intense pleasure to zing up her spine. Her plump, puffy labia gripped his girth, clinging to his driving shaft before being forcibly peeled back by the outward stroke, only to re-sheath him on the inward plunge.
Sherry's engorged clitoris throbbed urgently, peeking from its protective hood to grind against Charlie's coarse pubic hair on each stroke. The wiry texture sent sparks of ecstasy zipping through the bundle of nerves, the
concentrated pleasure making her inner muscles ripple and undulate around her son's cock.
Charlie's heavy testicles, churning with virile seed, swung forward to slap wetly against Sherry's upturned ass with each violent thrust. The delicate skin of his scrotum, stretched taut over the swollen ovals, dragged deliciously over her slick, puckered rosebud, teasing the sensitive nerve endings ringing the forbidden entrance.
Their pelvic regions were a mess of co-mingled fluids - Sherry's gushing release and Charlie's steadily leaking pre-cum. The clear, slippery essence coated their thrusting genitals, allowing them to grind and slide together with obscene ease. Guttural grunts and keening wails bounced off the closet walls as mother and son rutted in debauched ecstasy.
Inside Charlie's straining cock, blood surged and pulsed through the spongy erectile tissue, making it swell to an almost painful degree of hardness. He could feel every ripple and flutter of his mother's clenching cunt along his length, massaging him from root to tip. His swollen glans pulsed urgently, the sensitive nerve clusters just under the head sparking with ecstatic electricity on every drag against her clutching walls.
Sherry's sodden, clasping pussy felt like searing satin engulfing his steel shaft, her muscles milking and squeezing him rhythmically. He could feel his impending eruption building at the base of his cock, his pendulous balls drawing up tight to his body as they prepared to spew their massive load.
Sherry sensed her son's climax approaching in the erratic flex and twitch of his cock inside her quivering sheath. She clamped down harder, undulating her hips to grind her cervix against his throbbing tip. Her vaginal walls rippled along his girth, massaging him from all angles as she sought to coax out his creamy release.
"Do it baby," Sherry panted raggedly, her hazy eyes locked on Charlie's straining face above her. "Spurt that huge load in Mommy's pussy. Paint
my insides with your hot cum. I wanna feel you throbbing and pulsing as you fill me up!"
Charlie groaned harshly, his rhythm faltering as his balls clenched, preparing to unleash. The muscles at the base of his shaft spasmed, a searing tingle shooting from his prostate as the first jet of semen surged up his cock. His swollen cock head flared impossibly wider, stretching Sherry's rippling walls as it swelled with his impending load.
With an animalistic grunt, Charlie buried himself to the hilt inside his mother's convulsing pussy and exploded, his pulsing cock head nestled right against her quivering cervix. A tidal wave of potent cum erupted from his aching tip, flooding Sherry's clenching cunt with his virile heat. The first ropey blast splattered directly against the entrance to her womb, painting it white, before the next shot gushed out to fill her spasming hole.
Sherry wailed in ecstasy as Charlie's burning seed jetted into her, the thick ropes of sperm-laden fluid searing her sensitive vaginal walls. She could feel each throbbing spurt as it exploded from his jerking cock head, the sensation triggering a second, even more intense orgasm. Her cunt rippled and squeezed around his erupting shaft, milking him, coaxing out every drop.
Their bodies undulated together as they rode out their mutual climax, Sherry's pussy suckling hungrily at Charlie's spurting cock. His heavy balls clenched and pulsed as they emptied their massive load into his mother's welcoming depths, each flex and twitch accompanied by another creamy spurt. Sherry's fluttering walls massaged the throbbing length, wringing him dry until he was completely spent.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Charlie collapsed onto his mom, his softening cock still buried inside her cum-flooded cunt. She cradled him against her heaving chest, running soothing hands over his sweat-slicked back as the last feeble spurts dribbled into her. They lay like that for long
moments, hearts pounding in unison as they basked in the afterglow of their forbidden coupling.
Eventually, Charlie's wilting cock slipped free of Sherry's well-used hole with a wet squelch, a river of pearly semen gushing out in its wake. The thick cream coated her swollen, reddened labia and dribbled between her ass cheeks to puddle on the bench below. The musky scent of their co-mingled fluids perfumed the air, an erotic reminder of the taboo act they had just committed.
Sherry gazed down at the obscene mess between her thighs, reaching down to scoop up some of Charlie's pearly essence. She brought her coated fingers to her mouth, suckling them clean with a wanton moan. The salty-sweet taste exploded across her tongue as she savored the flavor of their forbidden passion.
Charlie watched through hooded eyes as his mother lewdly licked his cum from her fingers, his spent cock twitching valiantly at the erotic sight. He knew he should feel guilty, ashamed of what they had done. But as he lay there amidst the intimate perfume of their lovemaking, all he could feel was a deep, primal satisfaction. A bone-deep rightness.
Like this was always meant to happen. Like his cock had always been destined to find its home buried inside his mother's succulent cunt. Society and its taboos be damned - this felt more natural than anything he had ever experienced. And from the blissed out, sated look on his mom's face, he knew she felt the same.
No more words were needed as mother and son lay entwined, their sweat-slicked bodies stuck together in the most intimate of embraces. The rest of the world faded away, the looming specter of consequences banished from their minds as they lost themselves in the hazy afterglow. For now, in this moment, there was only the two of them, joined in the carnal knowledge of the flesh.
Over the next few days, Charlie and Sherry seized every opportunity to indulge their forbidden lust, engaging in risky, frenzied couplings through the expanded glory hole. The padded bench became their secret trysting place, bearing witness to a marathon of depraved mother-son fucking.
Every morning after Dave left for work, Sherry would send Charlie the now familiar session request through the app. He would race to the closet, shedding clothes along the way, his huge cock already throbbing in anticipation. There he would find his mother splayed out on the bench, her wet, needy cunt on obscene display, ready to be filled by his aching hardness.
They rutted like animals, Charlie pounding into Sherry's greedy hole with piston-like intensity as she wailed and thrashed beneath him. The wet slap of flesh on flesh and their guttural moans of pleasure filled the closet, a debauched soundtrack to their illicit passion.
Sherry's pussy was in a constant state of soreness, her son's mammoth cock stretching her to new limits each time he took her. But it was a sweet ache, a reminder of the forbidden ecstasy only Charlie could give her. She craved the delicious burn of his thick shaft cleaving her open, ruining her for anything less.
They experimented with an array of positions, finding new and exciting ways to fit their bodies together through the opening in the wall. Sherry especially loved being on her hands and knees, her huge tits swaying as Charlie fucked her from behind, his pelvis smacking against her jiggling ass. She would reach back to spread her cheeks, giving him an unobstructed view of his huge cock sawing in and out of her drooling cunt.
Other times, Charlie would lay supine on the bench with Sherry straddling his face, smothering him with her sopping pussy as she sucked his massive erection. They sixty-nined sloppily, slurping and moaning
around each other's genitals until they came explosively, drenching one another with their releases.
No position was off limits, no act too depraved. Sherry rimmed her son's puckered asshole until he sobbed with pleasure, plunging her tongue deep into the musky orifice. Charlie returned the favor, feasting on his mother's clenching rosebud until she squirted all over his face, howling her ecstasy.
But their risky trysts weren't limited to when Dave was out of the house. The thrill of almost getting caught, of fucking mere feet from where Sherry's husband lay sleeping, was too delicious to resist.
Nearly every night after Dave's snores filled the bedroom, Sherry would slip out of bed and pad quietly to the closet. There she would find Charlie waiting, his huge cock straining through the hole, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She would drop to her knees and take him into her eager mouth, slurping lewdly as she struggled to suppress her moans of enjoyment.
Charlie would muffle his groans into his forearm as his mother deep-throated his aching dick, her expert tongue lashing the sensitive underside. He lost count of how many loads he spurted down Sherry's gulping throat, her muffled hums of approval vibrating around his throbbing length as he filled her belly with his seed.
When sucking Charlie off wasn't enough to sate Sherry's burning need, she would present her dripping snatch to him, hiking up her nightie and pressing her pussy against the hole. Charlie would lap at her slick folds, plunging his tongue into her weeping hole to gather her sweet nectar.
Fisting her fingers in his hair, Sherry would grind herself against her son's face, riding his tongue, her stifled whimpers of pleasure so loud in the otherwise silent house. Charlie would eat her to a shuddering, gushing climax, lapping up her release and delving back in for more, wringing out orgasm after intense orgasm.
They knew they were playing with fire, risking their family and reputation for these sordid encounters. But they were in too deep, too drunk on the forbidden fruit of incestuous lust to stop. The taboo only heightened their desire, made each illicit coupling that much sweeter.
Sherry's cunt was ruined for Dave's lackluster cock, spoiled by the sheer size and virility of her hung son. Her husband's feeble thrusts and two-pump releases paled in comparison to the hours of ecstasy Charlie could wring from her body with his tireless teenage dick. She felt like an addict, fiending for her next fix of his potent cum. It turned out his wonderful birthday gift was just as much for her as it was for him.
Charlie, in turn, was utterly addicted to his mother's succulent body - her huge, pillowy breasts, her juicy, slurping pussy, her velvet-soft throat. No inexperienced fumbling with girls his own age could compare to being expertly pleasured by his wanton mother. She had awoken a raging hunger in him, an all-consuming need to rut and breed.
One sweltering afternoon, Charlie stumbled into his room, his cock already throbbing in anticipation of burying it in his mother's juicy cunt. He quickly shed his clothes and scrambled onto the padded bench, his heart racing as he aligned his hips with the glory hole.
With a grunt, he shoved his lower half through the opening, his huge erection slapping against his belly as it emerged on the other side. He waited with bated breath for the familiar caress of his mom's fingers on his aching shaft, for the searing heat of her mouth or pussy engulfing him.
But instead, he felt multiple hands seize his thighs in a bruising grip. Before he could react, he was roughly yanked all the way through the hole, his broad shoulders barely squeezing past the edges. He tumbled onto the plush carpeting of Sherry's walk-in closet, which was pitch black, the door firmly shut.
Disoriented, Charlie tried to get his bearings, blinking rapidly in the total darkness. But then he was pounced on by two writhing, slippery bodies, all grasping hands and mashing breasts and wet, open mouths. The heady scent of aroused female filled his nostrils as his mystery assailants rubbed their naked flesh against him from head to toe.
"Wha-? Mom? What's going-nnghh!" Charlie's confused protests were cut off as a slick tongue plunged into his mouth, muffling his words. Plump, pillowy breasts pressed into his face, smothering him in fragrant tit-flesh. He could only moan helplessly into the forceful kiss, his hands reflexively coming up to palm the heavy globes.
"Mmmm, we've been waiting for you, baby," Sherry's husky voice purred in his ear, her teeth nipping at the lobe. "Auntie Barb and I are absolutely ravenous for this big, fat cock of yours."
"That's right, sugar," Barb chimed in, her nails raking down Charlie's heaving chest. "We're gonna drain these swollen balls dry. Hope you can handle two horny sluts at once."
Charlie's eyes nearly rolled back in his head as two hungry mouths latched onto his nipples, suckling hard. Sherry and Barb licked and bit at the sensitive nubs, each trying to outdo the other as they mauled his pecs. Their hands roamed his body greedily, squeezing and caressing every straining muscle.
One delicate hand wrapped around his pulsing erection, giving it a firm squeeze. "Oooh, he's leaking like a faucet already!" Barb cooed, swiping her thumb through the slick pre-cum oozing from Charlie's tip. "Gonna be a big messy load, I can tell."
Sherry and Barb wasted no time in their carnal assault on Charlie's straining body. In the pitch blackness of the closet, hands roamed and groped urgently, mapping every contour of his muscular young physique. Hot mouths latched onto his throat and chest, suckling and biting, leaving behind livid marks of possession.
Sherry grabbed her son's throbbing cock in a tight fist, pumping him from root to tip. "Mmm, so hard for us already," she purred, thumbing the weeping slit. "Auntie Barb, I think our boy is ready for a ride. Why don't you remind him why he likes hot MILF pussy so much."
"With pleasure," Barb growled, straddling Charlie's hips. The teen groaned as he felt the scorching heat of her soaked pussy painting his shaft. Gripping the thick base, Barb notched his bulbous tip against her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion, engulfing him to the hilt in her tight sheath.
"Fuck!" Charlie gasped, his hands flying to Barb's undulating hips. She was impossibly tight, her slick walls gripping him like a velvet vise. He could feel every flutter and ripple of her internal muscles massaging his aching length.
Barb set a relentless pace, bouncing on the boy's cock with wild abandon. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the closet as she rode him hard, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. Her huge tits jiggled hypnotically, the stiff nipples grazing his chest with each roll of her hips.
"Oh my God!" Barb cried out, her voice hitching as Charlie's massive cock stretched her impossibly wide. "It's so big, so fucking hard! I've never felt anything like this before!"
She threw her head back, mouth slack with pleasure as she pistoned up and down on the teen's raging erection. Each punishing thrust felt like it was trying to batter down the entrance to her womb, the thick head pummeling her cervix. Barb's husband had never reached such depths, his average cock unable to compete with the sheer size and power of Charlie's throbbing meat.
"Your dick is splitting me in half," Barb babbled deliriously, her cunt clenching and rippling around the invading shaft. "Gonna fucking break
me, unnngh! Wreck my pussy, ruin it forever. No other cock will ever satisfy me now!"
Charlie could only groan, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of Barb's ass as she used him like her personal fuck toy. Her slick walls were squeezing him rhythmically, milking his pulsing length for all he was worth. He could feel her arousal gushing around his pistoning cock, drenching his groin in her essence.
As Barb rode Charlie's huge cock with wild abandon, Sherry mashed her monster-sized tits across his upper chest, her lips brushing her son's ear. "You love wrecking Auntie Barb's married pussy, don't you baby?" she purred, her hot breath making him shiver. "Ruining her for her husband's little dick with your big, fat cock."
Charlie could only whimper and nod, too lost in the tight, slick heat of Barb's cunt to form words. He felt her powerful pelvic floor muscles chew at his meaty slab like only a mother's pussy could. Sherry chuckled wickedly, tracing his jaw with one lacquered nail.
"I knew from the moment I saw this monster between your legs that you were made for one thing," she continued, gripping the base of his cock where it disappeared into Barb's stretched hole. "Destroying MILF cunts. Fucking us until we can't walk straight, until our pussies are molded to your shape."
Charlie bucked his hips up involuntarily, driving himself impossibly deeper into Barb's spasming sheath. She let out a piercing wail, her nails digging into his chest as she ground down hard, taking him to the root.
"Poor Auntie Barb," Sherry cooed, kissing along her son's jawline, smothering his neck in soft, sweaty cleavage. "Her husband can barely get it up anymore, and even when he does, he's got a little pencil dick. Doesn't last more than a minute before he's spitting his watery load. Can you imagine her frustration, baby? How desperate she must be for a real man to stuff her full and fuck her like she needs?"
Barb moaned brokenly above Charlie, her cunt fluttering wildly around his thrusting cock as Sherry's filthy words washed over them both. "It's true," she panted, rolling her hips. "I haven't been properly fucked in years. That tiny dick could never satisfy me, not like this big young cock!"
Sherry grinned. "And now you've ruined her," she purred in Charlie's ear. "Wrecked her needy cunt beyond repair. She'll never be happy with her husband's pathetic efforts again, not after experiencing the fucking of her life on your huge teenage cock. You've spoiled her for all other men, baby."
Charlie groaned, his balls drawing up tight at his mother's depraved words. The thought that he was ruining his mom's best friend for her husband, that his dick was remaking her pussy to fit only him, was incredibly arousing. He could feel Barb's molten sheath reshaping itself around his pounding cock, permanently altering to his size and shape.
"Just like you've ruined me," Sherry continued, her voice dripping with lust. "Destroyed my pussy for your father's sad little cock."
Sherry climbed up Charlie's torso until she was straddling his face. "Eat Mommy's pussy, baby," she commanded breathlessly, lowering her dripping slit onto his mouth. "Get me nice and wet so I can ride your cock next."
Charlie groaned into Sherry's sodden folds, eagerly lapping up her fragrant nectar. He pointed his tongue and thrust it deep into her weeping core, fucking her with the slick muscle. Above him, his mother mewled and writhed, grinding her aching clit against his nose.
Barb and Sherry fell into a rhythm, the two women bouncing and undulating on Charlie's straining body. Barb rode his cock like a woman possessed, her cunt squeezing him rhythmically as she chased her pleasure. Sherry humped her son's face, coating his cheeks and chin with her slick arousal.
The sloppy sounds of sucking and fucking filled the closet, underscored by feminine moans and grunts of exertion. Charlie was lost to sensation, drowning in hot, slippery flesh and heady musk. His hips pistoned up to meet Barb's downward thrusts, splitting her open on his rigid shaft, as his mouth worked feverishly over Sherry's dripping slit.
"Fuck, I'm close," Barb panted, her movements growing erratic. She ground down hard, taking Charlie impossibly deep. "Gonna cum on this big cock, fill me up, fuck!"
With a keening cry, Barb came apart, her pussy clenching viciously around Charlie's pistoning cock. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming hole, coating his balls and soaking into the carpet below. She shuddered and jerked through her release, never stopping her wild gyrations.
As Barb's orgasm crested, Sherry lifted herself off of Charlie's gasping mouth. "My turn," she declared, dismounting his face. In a flash, she had Barb on her back, the two women trading places seamlessly. Sherry sank down onto Charlie's slick erection with a low moan, taking him to the root.
Charlie grunted as his mother's searing heat engulfed him, her pussy molding to his contours like she was made for him. He could feel the difference immediately - while Barb had been almost painfully tight, Sherry's cunt was a perfect, suckling glove, wrapping around him like hot satin.
Sherry rolled and rocked her hips, swiveling on Charlie's impaling length. Her copious juices slicked the way, allowing him to plunge impossibly deep, the broad head of his cock kissing her cervix with each thrust. She leaned forward, smashing her huge, swaying tits into his face.
"Suck mommy's tits while she rides you," Sherry panted, feeding her son a stiff, rubbery nipple. Charlie latched on greedily, worrying the pebbled nub between his lips. He alternated between breasts, suckling hungrily, losing himself in his mother's abundant cleavage.
Beside them, Barb was a whimpering mess, lazily frigging her sensitive clit as she listened to the depraved display. The wet squelch of Sherry's pussy devouring Charlie's cock, the slurping sounds of him feasting on her bouncing tits, had her rapidly ascending to another peak.
Sherry increased her pace, slamming herself down onto Charlie's upthrust cock with bruising force. Her juices gushed freely, coating his pistoning shaft and balls, dripping down to mingle with Barb's release on the carpet. Her huge tits bounced and rippled wildly, smacking Charlie in the face with each hammering thrust.
Charlie grunted into his mom's heaving cleavage, his face a mess of sweat and drool and smeared lipstick. His hands kneaded the pliant globes, shaping and squeezing as he suckled greedily at her distended nipples. He could feel his mother's impending climax in the flutter of her walls around his pulsing shaft.
"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make Mommy cum!" Sherry babbled, her hips a frantic blur as she chased her pleasure. "Gonna cream all over this big dick, paint your balls with it. Fuck me harder, wreck my cunt!"
Charlie pistoned up into his mother's spasming sheath, grunting with the effort. The wet, obscene slap of his groin meeting her bouncing ass filled the closet, punctuated by Sherry's breathless moans. Barb frigged herself furiously beside them, her fingers squelching in her dripping folds.
With a strangled cry, Sherry came violently, her pussy gushing around Charlie's plunging cock. Her juices sprayed from her clenching slit, splattering his groin and coating the already sodden carpet. Her powerful internal muscles rippled along his shaft, milking him mercilessly.
Barb followed a moment later with a sharp gasp, clear fluid squirting from her cunt to paint Charlie's flexing thigh. She shuddered and jerked,
her fingers a blur over her pulsing clit as she prolonged her release. The musky scent of fem-cum saturated the air, dizzying in its potency.
Charlie groaned, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax fast approached. The dual sensations of Sherry's rhythmically clenching pussy and Barb's slick fluids coating his skin were too much to resist. With a choked shout, he slammed up into his mother one last time and exploded, painting her rippling walls with his seed.
Thick ropes of cum pulsed from Charlie's jerking cock, flooding Sherry's fluttering channel. She milked him through his release, her cunt massaging every throbbing inch as she worked him for all he was worth. Barb reached between their straining bodies to fondle his spurting balls, coaxing out every drop.
Finally spent, Charlie collapsed back against the carpet, chest heaving. Sherry collapsed against him with a satisfied sigh, his softening cock slipping free of her well-used hole. Pearly semen dribbled from her gaping slit, adding to the growing puddle on the floor.
The three lovers lay panting in the darkness, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined in the afterglow. Charlie was utterly spent, his cock and balls throbbing in the sweet ache of overuse. He had never imagined such mind-blowing ecstasy could exist, let alone that he would find it with his mother and her best friend.
But before he could fully catch his breath, he felt two pairs of lips trailing over his sensitive skin, reigniting the embers of his lust. Sherry and Barb planted open-mouthed kisses along his chest and stomach, licking up the sweat and traces of their mingled releases.
"Mmmm, I think our boy is ready for round two," Sherry purred, nipping at Charlie's earlobe. Her fingers danced over his sticky shaft, which twitched valiantly under her teasing touch.
"My thoughts exactly," Barb agreed, cupping his balls and rolling them gently. "We've barely scratched the surface of all the naughty things we're gonna do to him."
Charlie groaned, his cock already thickening, filling with renewed lust. In the stifling blackness of the closet, there was no telling how long this depraved session would last, how many more times he would be made to cum. But one thing was certain - his balls would be utterly drained by the time Sherry and Barb were through with him.
The sweltering afternoon stretched on endlessly as the two insatiable MILF's took their fill of Charlie's nubile young body. They used him like a living sex toy, a vessel for their depraved lusts, wringing untold orgasms from his straining physique.
Over and over, Sherry and Barb mounted Charlie's tireless cock, their wet cunts suckling greedily at his girth as they rode him to one shuddering climax after another. They gushed geysers of musky fem-cum, thoroughly drenching the teen in their releases until he was saturated from head to toe, the puddle underneath them growing into a small lake.
Charlie took them from behind as they knelt side by side, moving from one woman to the next, sawing his steely dick not only through their pussies, but the tight tunnel of their assholes too. Sweat poured from his brow, splattering down onto their rippling naked bubble butts as they beat against him tirelessly.
When they needed a break from fucking, the wanton duo put Charlie's mouth to good use. They smothered him with their dripping mounds, grinding slick folds over his gasping lips until his cheeks glistened with their nectar. He serviced their twitching clits and spasming holes with his tongue, lapping and suckling like a man starved.
Charlie lost himself in the slippery press of writhing female flesh, drowning in tits and ass and hot, fragrant cunt. The sinfully soft glide of Sherry and Barb's abundant curves against his aching cock, the wet
suction of their mouths engulfing him to the root - it was sensory overload in the most intense and pleasurable way.
In the disorienting darkness, the passage of time lost all meaning. It could have been hours or days that the marathon fuck session lasted - Charlie had no way of knowing. His entire existence narrowed down to the exquisite torture of being relentlessly milked by the MILF's talented bodies.
Again and again they wrung bone-rattling orgasms from his cock and balls, skillfully stoking him back to full mast each time he began to flag. His spunk painted their bouncing tits and jiggling asses, pumping into their thirsty cunts and gulping throats.
In the coming months, Sherry and her son continued their risky affair, finding stolen moments whenever they could to sate their depraved lusts. Charlie pounded his mom's married cunt every morning before school, so she'd spend her day with a pussy full of his cum. Sherry sucked her son to completion each night, swallowing load after hot load of his salty essence.
They were playing a dangerous game, each reckless coupling bringing them closer to discovery. But they were too far gone to care, too consumed by their taboo hunger. Dave's oblivious snores and the ticking of the clock faded into insignificance when compared to the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the obscene slurps and grunts of a mother and son in carnal bliss.
Still, Sherry couldn't help but feel a thrill of wicked excitement every time she and Charlie brought each other to muffled climaxes, their bodies shuddering and pulsing with illicit pleasure mere inches from her slumbering husband. If Dave knew what depravity was transpiring on the other side of that closet door, would he be able to look her in the eye? Would he see the truth written on her flushed and satisfied face?
Part of Sherry almost wanted to get caught, to see the shock and betrayal in Dave's eyes as he witnessed his wife's unquenchable appetite for their son's cock. She fantasized about him walking in on her with Charlie's huge dick buried in her throat, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. Or discovering her riding Charlie's face, smearing her cum all over his eager tongue.
But then reality would set in and Sherry would push those dark thoughts aside, focusing instead on chasing her next explosive orgasm. She knew she should feel guilty, should put a stop to this before it destroyed their family. But the wanton pleasure was too intense, too addictive. She was in too deep to turn back now.
Charlie, too, wrestled with the taboo thrill of cuckolding his father, of claiming his mother's pussy as his own. He loved knowing that his cock had ruined her for anything else, that she craved his huge dick above all others. Let his dad have her as a wife - her cunt belonged to Charlie now.
He pounded into her with renewed vigor, relishing her muffled squeals and the filthy squelch of his cock churning her cum-flooded hole. Sherry clapped a hand over her mouth, trying desperately to stifle her whorish moans as her body shook and juddered from the force of Charlie's deep thrusts.
"That's it, Mom," Charlie growled lowly, his breath hot against her ear. "Take my cock. Fucking take it. You're mine now, this pussy belongs to me."
Sherry could only whimper and nod frantically, too lost in the sensation of her son's huge dick splitting her open to form words. She knew he was right - her cunt was ruined for anything else, forever molded to the shape of Charlie's perfect cock. She was his now, body and soul.
As if to punctuate his point, Charlie reached down and began to feverishly rub Sherry's clit, his fingers slick with her drooling arousal. The direct stimulation was too much for the mother's overwhelmed senses
and she came with a strangled cry, her pussy clamping down on Charlie's pistoning cock like a vice.
Her powerful internal muscles rippled and squeezed his invading length, fluttering wildly as her orgasm crashed through her. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming cunt, splashing obscenely against Charlie's groin and running down to soak the already damp bench.
Charlie followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, his swollen balls drawing up tight as they prepared to unleash their load. He slammed into his mom one last time, grinding his pelvis against hers as he exploded deep inside her convulsing sheath.
Thick ropes of cum pulsed from his jerking cock, painting Sherry's inner walls with his virile seed. He filled her to overflowing, the creamy excess oozing out around his twitching shaft to join the growing puddle of their combined fluids beneath them.
They collapsed against each other, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat as they trembled through the aftershocks of their intense mutual climax. Charlie's softening cock slipped from Sherry's well-used hole with a wet squelch, a river of pearly jizz gushing out in its wake.
Sherry lay there gasping, her thighs quivering and her cunt aching with the sweetest of pains. The pungent aroma of sex hung heavy in the air, a carnal perfume that made her head spin. She felt thoroughly debauched, utterly claimed by her virile young son.
And she had never been more satisfied in her life. Let the world burn - as long as she could have Charlie's cock stretching her, filling her, ruining her for all others, nothing else mattered. She was his now, forever and always. His perfect fucktoy, his eager cum dump, his devoted mommy-slut.
As their heart rates gradually slowed and their breathing evened out, Charlie and Sherry shared a long, heavy look. An unspoken
understanding passed between them - there was no going back, no pretending this hadn't happened.
Bound by their shared journey, they were in this together now, no matter what challenges the future might hold. And that "what" was already manifesting as a burgeoning life within Sherry's belly, planted by her son's virile seed, blossoming like a tender bud at that very moment.
THE END