"FUCK MOM!" Brad felt his nuts twitch. That familiar feeling right before he released a huge load.
"Look me in the eyes honey. Don't look away."
Karen continued to feel Brad heart beat through his cock that was lodge in her mature cunt. She looked outside the car windows for a second affirming that nobody in the parking.
Brad looked up at his mother with begging eyes.
"Fill your mother CUNT!!" Karen yelled as she .
As soon as Karen felt the first load shoot out of Brad's big penis, she started bouncing hard again with more vigor. Brad cringed as his mother's body smacked hard onto his lap, pulling the 2nd load of the day from his full balls.
***
*Cum #3 -- 1:00pm - Before Dad's get back home from the store
Karen and Brad decided to go straight home after their quick rendezvous in the car.
A few hours went by as Karen prepped for dinner at home. She texted Greg to pick up a few items at the grocery store on his way back from the church gathering.
"Shit. Dad just pulled up." Brad said with long 9" cock his hand. He was masturbating himself rather hard but stopped when he heard his father's car pull up into the drive way. However,
Karen was on her knees in front of her horny son, fully dressed in a sexy black long sleeve turtle neck sweater and a dark blue pair of skinny jeans.
"Well I guess you need to hurry up then." Karen said softly as she looked up at her tall boy. She slowly rubbed his thighs as a form of an encouragement.
Brad nervously looked towards the kitchen door and then back down at his exquisite looking mother on her knees.
Karen's glamorous face had a light shade of blush on her full cheeks. Her mesmerizing green eyes were outlined in a thin line dark mascara. The inviting full lips had a dark shade of pink lipstick on them. Her thick chestnut hair was split down her the center of the top of her head and flowed down past her broad shoulders. The flowing mane started straight and then began a wavy curl as it descended. Karen hooked her hair around the back of her ears to better reveal the entire surface of her perfectly symmetrical face. The thick material of the black top extended up to the top of her thin slender neck. The shad of her hair and black turtle neck accented her creamy white skin and highlighted her radiant facial features.
"It's up to you Brad. Why don't you let me up so I can greet your father at the door? Obviously, you want to piss your milky jizz all over my face. But perhaps you don't have the balls to do it while your father is coming in." Clearly Karen was egging and challenging her son. Hoping he would take action quickly.
"Baby. A man knows what he wants and takes what he wants." Karen looked up at her boy with a serious face.
Brad started jerking off really hard and fast again. Karen judged by the size of Brad's bouncing balls and fast jerking, that he needed to orgasm right away.
"Mom. I am going jerk off all over your pretty face." Brad focused all attention on beating off as quick as he could.
"Oh you are, are you? You nasty boy. How could you do such a godawful thing to your poor old mother? Why do you enjoy seeing my whore face caked with your gross baby batter?" Karen asked but she knew the answer. She loved pushing her son's buttons with descriptive dirty talk.
"I just did my make-up. You'd blast your thick sperm on my face right before I am supposed to meet your father? Your creamy white gunk will surely stain my black top." Karen said innocently.
"Fuck. Get ready. Don't move." Brad urgently while aiming the tip of penis a bit closer to mother's heavenly face.
"Wow. Yes sir. Well, I guess there is no talking you out of dumping your delicious semen on me." Karen said sarcastically.
Brad heard the trunk of the SUV shut. His heavy balls jumped and shook with the rhythm of his hard jerking. He leaned forward a few more inches, steadied the tip of his cock head, and aimed.
"BRAD!! EMPTY YOUR FUCKING BALLS RIGHT NOW! JERK OFF ON MOMMY'S STUPID CUNT FACE!" Karen yelled up at her son just as the first stream of cum shot out of Brad's large penis.
Brad roared and started blowing extremely huge gooey white streaks onto her upturned faced. The first sailed and landed right on her forehead and lined up into her hair. With his left hand, he reached around the back of his mother head and gripped her by her hair. He held her tightly to prevent her from moving, not that Karen had any intensions too.
Karen smiled big and laughed slightly as huge ribbons of cum streaked from her chin to the top of her head. The sheer volume of cum that was spurting out made Karen giggle in disbelief.
While the entire load blasted out on her beautiful glowing face, she never broke eye contact or even shut her eyes. The volleys shot forcefully against her face, but the sexy mother's make up caused her son's semen to stick. Brad grunted deeply as he pulled each load from his balls and onto his mother. He angled his cock to make sure he kept all shots onto her face. A long thick string landed over the center of her nose. Another glob shot and creamed directly on Karen's right eye socket. This finally forced her to close her eyes closed as the heavy pool settled into her eye lashes and eye lids.
A serious of smaller drops were a bit weaker and landed down onto her black sweater just above the chest area.
Karen's face was beyond ruined. The sticky mess was streaked from hairline to her chin. Even Brad was surprised how much cum he produced even though he came twice already today.
"Are you done using my skank face as your disgusting cum dump?" Karen reached to scoop the gunky paste out of her eye socket.
The kitchen door open that led in from the garage. Though Karen and Brad were in the living room and out of view, Karen felt it was time to end this debauchery. She quickly got up and ran across the living room and upstairs. As she skipped up the stair, large dabs of cum that was on the lower half of her face, dripped down onto her black sweater.
Brad stuffed his still hard cock into pants with a huge smile on his face.
"Brad, can you help me with some of these groceries."
"Sure Dad."
"Where's mom?" Greg asked.
"I think she's taking a shower" Brad said as he walked into the kitchen. His still twitching cock pressed hard against his jeans which caused him to walk a little funny.
"Jesus, we're going to be late again."
***
*Cum #4 -- 5:00pm -- Home videos
"Brad, come look at these." Greg yelled from the living. He was enthusiastically placing a DVD into the DVD player to the flat screen TV.
"Cut it out. Your father is calling you." Karen giggled as she swatted Brad's hand away from her bubbly ass.
Karen was in the kitchen making Christmas cookies. She was wearing a sexy pink button down v-neck cardigan sweater with a loose fitting jean skirt.
Brad walked into the living room and plopped on the couch. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and started browsing Facebook, completely uninterested in what his father had to show him. Even though it was Christmas Day, Brad couldn't shake the thought that his father was now the 3rd wheel under his roof.
"Well darn. Where is the remote for this thing?" Greg asked while searching the shelving for the DVD player controller.
Brad looked up at his father and offered no help. In fact, he stared at Greg and felt a bit of pity for him. Karen had concluded for a while now that Greg was only a shadow of the man he once was, but Brad was starting to come to that realization as well. Greg was slowly balding and quickly packing on the extra pounds. More importantly, not putting the effort in being the husband/father he needed to be.
"I put a bunch of home movies on a DVD a few days ago."
"DVD dad? Does anyone know what those are anymore"
"Fine. You can take this and you can put it on your devices."
"Where were you this morning?" Greg said as he put the phone to the side of his face. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
Karen reached behind them and grabbed the large heavy throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. She fanned out the blanket over her and Brad's lap. Karen looked over into the kitchen area where she could see Greg standing with his back facing them. The oblivious father stared out the window at the snow in the backyard.
Brad didn't know what his mother was doing until she leaned against his side and reached to the one button in front of his plaid loose fitting pajama bottoms. The blanket covered her roaming hands as she continued to watch Greg's movements in the kitchen. Karen expertly popped the front of button and reached in with her warm soft left hand.
She fished out her son's hardening boner through the opening on the front of his PJs. Karen immediately started jacking her son off under the big throw blanket. The thick fleece covering was bouncing up and down rapidly over Brad's lap. His eyes were occasionally glazing over from his mother's expert grip.
The scene was surreal. On the flat panel 65" LED TV showed a video of Brad at 9 years old on a sledding on a big red sled. Karen was behind her him on the sled, ready to push Brad down the snowy hill. Greg was normally videotaping so most of the footage consisted of Brad and his friends or Brad and his mom. After sliding to the bottom of the steep hill. Greg and Karen slid down in their own sled to meet Brad at the bottom.
"That was awesome" A young Brad said into the camera as they meet at the base. Out of nowhere, Karen tackled her young son into the snow bank. They playfully rolled around the snow while laughing and giggling.
"Sweetie, go easy on him. You don't want to embarrass him and word to get out of that his mom beat him in a snow fight." Greg voice came from behind the camera as he continued videotaping.
The warm comfy blanket continued to jut up and down to Karen's hard and fast stroke session.
Brad mind wandered as he watched himself and his mother roll around in the snow on the TV. He realized that might be the first time he experienced getting a boner. Perhaps wrestling with his gorgeous mother in the snow catapulted him into puberty.
Karen leaned a bit closer and put her head close to the side of his face. Her hot breath on breath on his neck snapped him back to the present. Brad looked down to his lap and only saw the heavy blanket violently hop up and down. He felt himself get steel hard and start to breath heavily. Karen didn't say a word but just poured herself into making him release for the 4th time today.
Brad turned and faced his mother through half open glazed over eyes. Her strong left arm was shaking hard from the intense beating she was giving him. The quick jerk motions caused her whole body to shake and her hair was bouncing slightly.
She removed off her tight gripping hand off her son's beefy tool and brought it quickly up to her mouth. Karen then licked her entire palm and fingers to give it a slick surface. Brad's cock was so hard that blanket tented up as it fell around his groin. His mother reached back underneath the blanket and swiftly resumed her mission. The blanket began to bounce again.
"Ok. We'll see you soon then. Don't forget to get the whiskey" Greg said to Trish over the phone. As he turned back towards the living room, he hung up the phone.
Karen stopped her manual assault on her son's cock. She didn't let go of large member fearing the boner would pop up through up through the blanket. Instead, Karen pressed the hard shaft down along his left leg. To Brad, this felt amazing, but also slightly painful. His beefy dick pulsated in his mother's tight grip.
"Sounds like they are going to be over in about an hour" Greg said as he came over to the couch and sat down next to Karen and Brad.
Brad and Karen's hearts were skipping beats at this moment.
"Oh, this was a fun one." Greg said pointing at the TV.
Karen put her head on Brad's shoulder as she watched the video play out. With motherly affection, she rubbed the side of her face on her son's shoulder while the nostalgic scene on the television played out.
On the video, out walked Karen wearing a long sleeve red silky robe with white snowflake prints all of it. The satin cover up was really short and tied to together by a thin waist tie. She walked into frame and sat down with Brad who was at the base of the Christmas tree. She was leaning back against the side of the couch, watching Brad open his next gift. The wide angle of the camera showed the sides of Karen's long luscious legs. Karen sat on her meaty ass and pressed her legs against her chest as she happily watched Brad rip through the presents. Brad remembered that morning vividly and recalled seeing between his mother's legs and gawking at her puffy mound that was bulge through her white panties. Karen felt Brad's cock twitch in her hand. She decided to keep a grip on Brad's thick beefy dick until she found an opening to get up.
Suddenly the dryer went off from downstairs.
"Greg, can you take the towels out of the dryer and put them into the bathrooms. I have a splitting headache."
Greg got up and headed downstairs. Karen kept her head on her son's shoulder and made sure the coast was clear before making any moves.
"Listen and watch out for your father." Karen whispered as she shifted her body and lowered her head toward Brad's lap. She quickly burrowed and now was completely covered by the large blanket. Brad felt Karen tongue the sides and head of his dick.
Karen's boiling hot mouth felt like heaven on tip of his dick. Brad was already extremely worked up and he knew that it would take long for his scrotum to detonate.
Karen knew only had a few minutes to make her son's blow his balls. The blanket bounced quickly as his mother bobbed her head. She had cupped her son's balls with her left hand and jacked off the shafted her right. Her entire body was lying the right of him on the couch and she rested her right shoulder on Brad's stomach.
"Woooow." Brad said under his breath. He instinctively spread his legs a bit more as Karen's left hand expertly massage his aching nut sack.
Karen bobbed her head again, now slamming her head down as far as she could physically go. The wet smacking noises that were coming from Karen's throat were muffled by the thick throw blanket that laid over her.
Brad was on the ropes sort of speak. Karen enjoyed seeing Brad's wet filthy cock extend out of the front slit of his PJ bottoms. She clamped onto the plump tip of the cock formed a tight suction with her humid mouth. She beat hard on the entire shaft with her hand.
Brad's breathing became erratic and his whole body became tense.
Suddenly Karen popped her head off of her son's cock and from underneath the warm blanket. She quickly wrapped the blanket tight around her Brad's twitching penis.
Karen heard the dryer shut from downstairs and the stairs began to creek. They realized quickly that Brad's father was on his way back to join them.
"Fuck mom. I was so close."
"I know honey." Karen clearly annoyed but kissed her son on the side of her face.
"Hey guys. Still watching the videos?" Greg said as he casual walked past his wife and son on the couch.
Greg tossed the freshly washed laundry basket down on the couch at the foot of the stairs. He walked over and joined Karen and Brad on the couch.
"Greg. Can you bring that upstairs? My back hurts and I'm extremely tired. I still have start dinner."
"No problem babe. We've having Christmas ham, right?"
"Of course, Greg. Any other request?" Karen said sarcastically.
"Love you too joy of my life." Greg quipped back.
Greg walked upstairs
"Quick honey."
Karen quickly reached under her jean skirt and pulled off her panties. The full back silky red panties were one of Brad's favorites even though they were much larger than the tiny thongs she wears for him.
What Brad wasn't expecting next was Karen putting the red panties on her head and laying on her back on the couch. Still in her tight pink cardigan and skirt, Karen spread her legs to reveal her juicy cunt.
"Jesus mom."
"Hurry up son. Mommy is all yours."
Brad jumped on top of his mother. With his left hand extended for support, he used his right hand to guide his still hard boner into his mom's waiting pussy. Brad raging hard on slipped right in as Karen was still wet from blowing him a few minutes earlier.
"Listen for the stairs sweetie." Karen whispered.
Brad hooked his mother's long athletic legs onto his broad shoulders. This caused the denim skirt to reveal more of Karen's hips and lower stomach.
He was so worked up that he quickly began pounding his mother into the couch with deliberate and forceful jabs.
"Pound out a quickie with mommy." Karen said through the silky panties.
Loud skin on skin slaps filled the living room. Karen made cute subtle yelps each time Brad connected.
As he fucked fast and hard, Brad heard a familiar laugh coming from the television that was still playing old family Christmas videos. On the screen, Karen was blowing kisses at the camera while she was being filmed making dinner. This time Brad was holding the camera.
"Love you mom."
"Love you to pookie." Karen flashed another cute smile at the camera and waved him off.
His mother smile on the screen, the fast fucking, and mom's panties on her face all caused Brad to lose his load within 30 seconds. Karen laid motionless and speechless, letting her son give her a quick beating.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH MOM!" Brad grunted through his teeth, so he wasn't that loud.
Brad shot whatever soupy cum that was collected up in quivering nuts. Nothing made Karen feel more alive than feeling her son explode inside of her.
They both laughed as Brad sat back on his heels. Karen composed herself and put her panties back on underneath the stylish skirt.
***
*Cum #5 -- 10:00pm -- By the Christmas tree
Later that evening, after Greg went to sleep, Brad convinced his mom to dig out that sexy red festive robe from Christmas a few years ago. There were only a few candles lit around the living to add a warm glove to the room. The lights on the Christmas tree provided much of the luminosity in the large living room.
Karen sat up against the end of the couch that at the base of the Christmas tree. She had on exactly what she had worn in the home video they watched earlier.
She put on a brand new pair of white see through g-string thong panties. However, she did not have anything else on underneath the silky short robe. The only difference now was that Brad had his face buried in his mother's needy cunt. He hooked his finger in the panties and moved to the side as he feasted on her clit right there under the tree.
A few about 15 minutes of rough fingering and sensual licking of her smoldering pussy, Karen felt that she was about to explode. She looked down between her legs to see Brad probing with his fingers once again.
"Faster baby. Mommy is...UGH...mommy is almost there." Karen said as her face got extremely flushed. She recalled all the nasty thing she did with her son throughout the day and she was so horny from it. Karen thoroughly enjoyed engaging in dirty perverted acts with her son and more importantly, she loved how Brad was becoming more proactive in their sinful relationship. Even though some words and actions were degrading toward his mother, He understood that she loved it and wanted more it.
Brad, like a good son, worked over Karen's pussy like a madman. Suddenly a clear stream of pussy juice shot out and soak Brad's hand, arm, and face. Brad kept working his fingers and then dove to lick at her clit once again. Karen came 2 times in a row all while muffling her blissful screams into the palms of her hands. Brad fished out his cock and immediately started rubbing himself with the freshly squirted love juice.
After Karen relaxed a bit, she noticed Brad's hard on poking through his PJ opening again. Brad licked and lapped up Karen's pussy juice that was all around her inner thigh and asshole. She shifted to get to her knees, turned around, and bent over seductively. Her perfect heart shaped ass was now starring Brad right in the face. The extremely short robe slid up Karen's mommy bubble butt as she leaned forward and placed her chest on the carpet. Then she placed her palms on the middle of her butt cheeks and then spread the fleshy globes wide apart, exposing her cute little asshole behind the string of her thong.
Brad extended his tongue and forcefully dragged his tongue from his mother's salvating pussy to her sweet tender asshole. He stroked 4 or 5 small quick licks at her puckered hole before burying his entire face into the long and deep ass crack.
The horny teen pushed his face deeper and deeper into his mom's sweet butt cleavage. He grabbed the sides of her left and right ass cheek and pressed inward. The delicious flesh swelled and almost engulfed his entire face.
Karen moaned deeply as she felt her entire ass crack and butt hole lapped up by her son's longue wet tongue.
Brad wrapped his arms around the front her his mother thighs and stomach. He pushed his mother backside into his head and smooshed face deeper into her precious flesh.
Karen twisted around and looked down at her only son borrowing his face into her ass, hips, and legs.
"Baby, I want number 5 deep in my ass. mommy's fat butt." Karen said in her best seductively, but quiet voice.
Karen crawled over to the beige ottoman that was in the middle of the living room.
Brad fisted all the pussy juice and spit that was all over his hand into the head of his dick. While seductively shaking her hips back and forth, she lifted her flimsy robe. She hunched over the ottoman and stuck her white fleshy ass towards her son. Brad got behind her and lined up his boner to her hot pussy.
"Not there baby. Mommy pussy is still sore from everything we did today" Karen said as she felt the tip of her son's dick.
"I'm sorry mom" Brad said nervously as his iron rod hardened.
"Don't be sorry Brad. I wanted to encourage you to pop 5 times today. I never said my ass was off limits."
Brad reached down and smeared more of his pre-cum around his shaft.
"Mom, can you say what you said before?" Brad requested as he tapped his piss slit against the invited butt hole.
"What baby?" Karen adjusted herself on her elbows.
"Can you talk filthy again?"
"You like when I talked like a depraved SLUT." Karen said as she arched her ass toward her son a bit more.
"You like being balls deep in mommy's fat butt. Look at it Brad. My big butt is your Christmas gift."
Brad pushed his cockhead into his mother's small opening. His iron bar of a cock sawed in and out of his mother's lubed up asshole. He hunched over her backside and rested his chest on her upper back. The only thing moving was Brad's hips so that he could pump.
Karen lifted her chest off the ottoman. Brad immediate wrapped his arms around the front of his mother's body and cupped her large hanging breast.
"Do you like the shape of my hips baby."
"Oh god yessss." Brad said almost by her ear. He increased the pace.
"Remember. You made them that way. You gave mommy her wide birthing hips." Karen said and closed her eyes.
Brad could only groan and listen to Karen talk about her body.
The only lights on in the living room were the glowing Christmas lights and the TV. It's a Wonderful Life was playing on the TV and the volume was on low so they could hear if Greg was coming downstairs.
"Son. Today you made a serious mess in my pussy. UGH. And on my face." Karen shuddered as Brad forced another thick inch into his mom.
"That was so hot mom. You looked like one of those pornstars. I want to do that to you more."
"Do what?"
"Cum... on... your... face." Brad pumped away.
Karen looked toward where the bottom of the stairs met the living room. She quickly sized up an escape plan if Greg were to come downstairs.
"Honey it was like one of those porno bukkakes. I looked at myself in the mirror before hoping in the shower and couldn't recognize myself. It was like 10 guys exploded all over my face." Karen giggled a bit.
"I can't get enough of your entire body. I want you every day." Brad confessed to his mother.
"Let me honest Brad. You've had enough of my stupid face and dumb little twat. You're bored with them now. Now you can only focus on my round ass. My little boy has a big butt fetish, doesn't he? You want to worship my curves. You want to get lost in mommy's soft flesh."
It was no secret by now that Karen was masterful with dirty talking and knew the right trigger words for her son. Brad continued to be amazed at how descriptive she could be in the moment. In addition, Karen knew that younger men like hearing different thing then older men do. Despite Karen's age, she kept getting hornier and more insatiable as the years go by.
"I know what my son wants. You want to make my ass your sperm dumpster? Being a cum toilet for your heavy cream is all my ample butt is good for, isn't it?"
"I need to cum. Can I cum in your ass or should I pull out?" Brad said as he groped his mom's tits and thrusted in her ass.
"Tell me what you want to do." Karen looked straight ahead and pushed her bottom towards her. Signaling to him that she was ready for anything.
"I want to cum in your ass."
"Say it filthier. Convince me." Karen all but hissed at her son.
"I need to jizz up your... Oh god." Brad cut himself off and he felt his cock twitch hard.
"Up my what?"
Brad hunched over his mother's back and fucked his hips like a jack rabbit.
The meat of Karen's Motherly tushy waved on every harsh incestuous impact.
"Up my what baby?" Karen asked again being fucked ruthlessly from behind.
"Up your filthy, slutty ass."
"Fuck my filthy slut ass like you own it."
Brad drove his cock into his mother with strong thrusts. He grunted with each stab. He grabbed on her bouncing tits once again and hammered. Her red robe was struggling to stay on. Karen's hair flew around wildly along with the forceful hits.
Karen noticed that the slaps and grunts of their fucking were getting a bit too loud. Wanting to hurry her son up, she jerked her body back with authority to meet her son's mighty drives.
"Make a mess. Make a big dirty mess. Ruin your mother."
Brad came extremely hard right as his mother said that last perverted line. He slammed deep which caused Karen to yelp out loud. Brad quickly put his right hand over his mother's mouth and hugged her tight from behind. From Brad's piss slit shot a few medium sized volleys deep into Karen's asshole.
Still bent over the ottoman, Karen felt her son shudder as he shot his 5th load of the day. The intense cum caused Brad to cringe loudly and shake.
Brad put his face into the back of Karen's chestnut thick hair and tried his best to regain his breath quickly. Brad repeated "Fuck" under his breathe for a full minute as he continued to slice his cock into the Karen's ass tunnel.
After about minute of post orgasmic bliss, Brad started to soften inside his mom's tight dirty ass hole. He playfully fell onto the ground and smiled. Karen fell next to him and snuggled onto his chest.
"Merry Christmas honey." Karen said as she kissed her son's muscular chest.
"Merry Christmas mom" Brad said on his back looking up with a big grin on his face.
Karen got up from the floor. She readjusted her robe and white transparent thong properly.
"Go get some orange juice or something. We have almost an hour before midnight to get one more out of you." Karen said while picked the crotch of her thong out of her moist cunt.
"Mom. UGH. I can't. I wish I could. 5 is a record. Ugh."
"I didn't raise a fucking quitter" Karen disappeared into the kitchen.
Brad paused and absorbed his mother's admission.
"I'm in love." Brad said to himself.
***
The day after New Year's Day, Greg and Brad sat at the breakfast table and enjoyed some waffles. Brad paid more attention to his twitter feed on his phone and Greg read the newspaper. Karen poured some orange juice for her husband and son.
"I got a call yesterday from Betty. You remember Betty, right?" Karen said as she put the orange juice back into the refrigerator.
"Yeah how is she doing? What did she call you for? Greg said cutting into his waffles.
"She said she came across some photos on the fitness center's Facebook page. The promotional ones after the renovations."
"And?" Greg said while shoveling a large folk full of waffles.
"And. She made an offer for me do some modeling." Karen said while leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on her OJ.
"What?" Greg cut Karen off.
"Yep. We were discussing some small photo shoots. Just for around the gym." Karen continued.
"You're not considering this, are you?" Greg asked.
"I am. She talked about a new line of gym clothes. Shorts, yoga attire, stuff like that."
"Are you serious? Are we seriously having this conversation? We agreed that you wouldn't model anymore. I don't want people on the internet gawking at my wife. I don't want guys at the office..."
"...It's only fitness clothes for older women. You act like I am doing porn." Karen snapped back.
Brad just continued eating, pretending not to care about his parents arguing.
"You know, most husbands would be proud to have a wife that would asked to model. Especially that I am almost 40!" Karen said as she felt herself getting angry.
"Brad!" Greg yelled.
Brad snapped attention from his phone.
"Please talk some sense into your mother. I have to get to work." Greg got up from the table and grabbed his briefcase.
"Greg. You are really overreacting!" Karen yelled at Greg as he made his way toward the door.
Greg quickly stormed out of the house and slammed the front door behind him.
"Wow. I can't believe him." Karen eyes started to tear as she stood in the kitchen stunned at her husband's reaction.
"Mom. Dad is crazy for yelling at you like that."
"I can't believe him. I've given everything up for him. What an asshole. I loved modeling." She said shocked by her husband's overreaction.
"You are a beautiful woman. Old. But very beautiful." Brad said trying to make his mother laugh.
"Shut up" Karen smiled through her tears.
"If it means anything, I think you should do it. Does it pay a lot?" Brad asked.
"Well it's part of the gym, so I don't know. I didn't even ask. I was just excited that I was offered. I am almost 40..." Karen answered
Brad got up from his seat and walked over to his mom. He put his hands on her hips, pulled her against his body, and planted a sensual kiss right on Karen full lips.
"Call Betty and tell her you'll do the spread." Brad said confidently into his mother doughy eyes.
Karen melted in her son's warm embrace. She slowly put her hands onto her son's wide shoulders. She felt her Brad's love and she quickly began to forget the exchange she just had with her husband. Looking into her son's eyes made Karen forget about everything else in the world.
A week later, Greg, Brad, and Karen sat around the breakfast table again.
"I am glad you came to your senses and turned down the modeling gig."
Karen didn't say anything as Greg got up and grabbed his coat and walked out.
"So when is the photo shoot again?" Brad asked his beautiful mother.
"In June. And I just heard from Betty that they are thinking of flying me out to the Caribbean for a few days for a few remote shots."
"That's great mom." Brad said eating his mom's famous Belgium waffles.
"And I am thinking of bringing a special someone." Karen said as she put dished into the sink and grabbed a rag.
"Oh yeah?" Brad looked as his mother for behind.
"Yeah. It could be a week of beaches and bikinis. Is something my little boy can handle?"
"I am not a little boy anymore." Brad said as he noticed his mother hadn't even touched her breakfast yet.
"Don't I know it. Honey. Get up on all fours on the dining room table"
"What?" brad said confusingly.
Take off your shorts" Karen said as she continued wiping down the counter.
"Ok."
"lean down so that you are resting on our elbows"
Karen put her plate of waffles under her son as he ackwardly sat on his elbow and knees on the dining room table. Brad was wondering what his perfect mother had in mind.
"Scoot back to the edge of the table. Spread your legs a bit."
Karen stood at the edge of the table as her son's ass was presented in front of her. Brad's chubby penis wasn't fully hard yet but that would quickly change.
Brad's eye shot open as his mother sucked and licked away his balls from behind. She reached from behind and jerked her son hard as she began kissing the back of his strong muscular hamstrings and ass cheeks.
The horny mother focused on one thing. Making her boy cum hard while tongue fucking his taint and ass.
Brad grunted and blew a flurry of cum shots all over his mother's breakfast. Cum rained down sticky semen and coated the 2 Belgium waffles like maple syrup.
"Jesus that so fucking disgusting" Karen said as she watched her son's semen was being dumped on her fresh hot waffles. Thick cloudy baby batter filled the ridges and grooves all around the hot cake.
One his balls were empty, Karen stopped jerking off her son and helped him down off the dining room table.
Karen pushed the plate over to her normal side of the table and sat down. She grabbed a folk and knife and began cutting into the fluffy waffle.
Brad sat across the table and watched his mother's knife dig right through a cloudy gathering of cum and cut through the soft waffle. She cut off a section of waffle and began eating her breakfast with her son's cum all over her warm breakfast.
She turned on her ipad and began reading the NY Times while finishing her waffles.
Karen finished one waffle while completly ignoring her son. He masturbated to the perverted sight of his mother eating her breakfast with his cum plastered all over it.
For a few minutes, Brad jacked off extremely rough. He kept playing with himself as his boner never really dissipated.
Without saying anything, Karen walked to the side of the dining room table. She slid her plate over so it was in front of her. She cut up the rest of her waffles into little bits. The silver butter knife cut through the milky jizz.
Karen unceremoniously forked a few pieces and raised it toward her mouth.
Karen bent over the table and hiked up her short plaid skirt over her hips to show her tight black nylons. She angled the iPad toward her so she could keep reading the online news article.
Brad couldn't take it any longer and quickly shuffled over to his mother. He began slapping his engorged dick on the roundest, my beautiful ass enclosed by near see through pantyhose. The sheer material allowed for Brad to see that his mother wasn't wearing any panties. Her milky white flesh looked stuffed in the stretch fabric.
The horned-up son grabbed the butter knife and pierced a hole in the back seam of the nylons. With his strong hands, Brad ripped the pantyhose open and Karen's big butt was fully exposed.
Karen yelped slightly and put her palms onto the table. Her attention was still on the ipad. The rip traveled up to the full length of her ass crack. This allow for most
For the next few minutes, Brad ruthlessly fucked his mother with all his might. He drove his hips and jammed his cock as deep as he could. He put his hands into the nylon stockings and around the front of her wide hips so he could slam her mature bottom back and forth easily on his lap.
Brad used crude language, pulled at her hair, ripped more of her stockings, and smacked her big ample butt cheeks. All of which Karen encouraged.
As he pounded, He said horrible phrases like "Take it fucking slut" "You're such a whore" "Nothing but a cum eating mom." "So fucking dirty." Grunting louder and more forcefully as he fucked.
Karen smiled to herself, knowing how she had such a perverted effect on her son.
Brad suddenly stopped. His heart nearly racing through his chest.
"Take another bite." He said standing still with his cock lodge deep in Karen's twat.
Still slightly bent over the table, Karen reached her hand over to the propped up iPad and scrolled down, indicating she wanted to read the rest of the article. Then she put casual forked the last few bites of the cum covered waffles.
There was a long single string of cum on the edge of the plate. With her folk, she dipped and smeared the waffle into the slimy nut substance. Karen put the folk to her delicate mouth and ate it. Brad's rock hard cock twitched as he watched his mom eat his cum. She chewed and deliberately swallowed hard. She was showing off but still paid no attention to her son.
"Fuck." Brad pushed Karen's grey and red plaid skirt further on the small of her back and resumed his savage fucking.
"You like eating my cum mom?"
"No" Karen hissed back quickly.
"No? I just watched you. UGH."
Karen was teasing her son. Her big tits bounced hard inside her dress and Victoria secret yellow bra. She took the beating her son was giving her. She was loving being treated like a piece of meat.
"Why don't you like it?"
"It's disgusting." Karen continuing with her son.
Brad boar at his mother's backside. Whatever skin Karen had exposed was taking a beating and the slapping echoed off the walls of the dining room.
"Fuck yeah it is. Then why did jerk me off on your waffles and eat it?" Brad grunted loudly.
"Because I'm a filthy disgusting cunt."
"Jesus mom. I love you. Why do think eating my cum disgusting?"
"Because of how gooey and salty it is. The fact that its being stored up in the bottom of disgusting pair of balls. Yours especially, so thick it sticks to the roof of my mouth and throat as I swallow it. I nearly can chew on it like gum." Karen was getting fucked really hard at this point. It was hard for her to maintain her demeanor.
"God damn you dirty whore. Tell me you want to eat my cum." Brad commanded as he felt his nuts twitch.
"I want to eat all your gross semen."
"Louder. Tell me."
"I WANT TO EAT MY SON'S SPERM!"
Brad savagely fucked his mother against the table in response to her dirty talk.
"GOD. I'm so stupid. Next thing you know, I'm letting you piss in my face."
"Fuck mom. That really IS disgusting. You would do that?"
Karen purposely didn't answer right away. In fact, she wasn't sure she wanted to open that door. But it was extremely hot to dirty talk about it. Brad felt the same way.
Brad fucked and slammed away. Karen looked forward.
"I guess a disgusting CUNT like me doesn't have a choice in the matter, do I?"
"Mom, get on your knees."
Karen spun around, got on her knees next to the table, and looked up innocently at her son. Her loose-fitting dress fell back into place. Her hair was slightly disheveled
Brad's right hand flew up and down his 8" thick cock soaked in his mom's hot pussy juice.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can."
Karen opened her mouth extremely wide. Her lovely jaw dropped, and the sides of her pink lips stretched. Her sexy eyes locked in on her sons.
"Stick out your slut tongue!"
The submissive wanton mother tilted her head back a bit more and slowly extended her wet tongue as far as she could. She wanted to present him with a perverted look that would make his balls exploded like an atom bomb. She was hoping her open mouth and dangling tongue would be etched in her son's brain forever.
Brad placed the tip of dick on the end of Karen's long wide tongue.
"Eat my cum mom!" Brad grunted loudly.Brad used his mother's mouth as a cum catcher as if it were one of his old dirty socks.
Karen didn't move as Brad jerked off a few shots of cum into his mother wide open mouth. He wiped the remnant drops around his piss hole across her tongue. Using it like a jizz towel.
She swallowed everything her son gave her and eventually stood up. Brad watched in awe as his mother looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth wide to show him her now empty mouth.
"Have a good semester. You're going to be late for the first class." Karen said as she gave her out of breath son a quick kiss on his sweaty cheek.