#38
Allison’s body trembled as she clutched William’s head, pulling him closer even as she gasped, “Awhh~ uuughh~ stop! Y-your tongue—it’s too much—aughhh~”
His tongue slipped down from her clit, delving into her folds, and suddenly she got it—the raw thrill so many women craved from a man eating their pussy. The control she held over him in that moment, with his mouth devoted to her pleasure, sent a rush through her.
“Oh!… Oh!… Oh!”
Her moans spilled out as William devoured her with his lips and tongue. He lapped at her entrance, sucked her clit, and teased her until she dripped with arousal, her need building relentlessly.
Without breaking contact, he trailed a hand up her thigh, fingers brushing the sensitive skin his mouth couldn’t reach. Then, slowly, he pushed one finger past her swollen labia and into her tight heat.
“Oh, yes!” Allison’s hips bucked up to meet him.
William latched onto her clit, sucking in steady pulls while his finger pumped in and out. He felt her walls clench around him, the telltale grip of her impending climax.
“Ohh, fuck~!!”
Allison arched, grinding her pussy against his face as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her thighs squeezed his head, holding him in place while he kept fingering her, his mouth relentless on her clit.
Finally, her body went slack, moans fading to soft whimpers. William eased off but didn’t stop entirely, savoring the aftershocks rippling along his finger. Her legs parted and dropped to the bed, her movements slowing but not ceasing.
“Oh!… That was so good… so good,” she breathed, going still.
He planted a final kiss on her slick pussy, then pulled back. His face glistened with her juices, but he grinned, his own desire burning hot. Reaching for her breasts, he captured a nipple between his lips, teasing it to a stiff peak.
“Ahhh~!” Allison moaned at the fresh spark of sensation.
He lavished attention on that nipple until it hardened fully, then switched to the other, drawing it taut with his tongue and sucks.
Settling between her thighs, William gripped his throbbing cock, stroking it lightly as if her touch urged him on. Kneeling there, he took in the view: her pussy flushed and parted, slick with need, her hips rolling invitingly, eyes dark with lust and affection.
“Mom,” William groaned, leaning in to kiss her mouth, her cheek, her neck.
Allison smiled, warmth flooding her at his tenderness.
“Hmm, baby, do you want to fuck Mommy?”
“Yes, Mom,” he answered, voice rough.
He shifted forward, his body jolting when the head of his hard cock brushed her wet, welcoming entrance.
Allison grasped him, guided the rigid shaft into her, and he thrust it home.
A cry of joy gushed from her, and her hips bucked up to meet him.
William supported his weight on his arms and drove into her. She braced her feet on the bed and forced herself up to meet him. Again, as they’d done so many times, their bodies strained together, plunging, writhing, pounding, drawing pleasure.
“Look at me, Mom,” he growled, his voice filled with a primal need.
Allison’s eyes fluttered open, meeting her son’s fiery gaze.
William’s eyes had changed, no longer calm and kind but now filled with desire so thick she could drown in it. The sight sent a jolt of terror and excitement through her, making her core clench around the cock invading her.
It feels good. She thought. Being so wanted, so desired by a man. By her son.
I don’t care if I can’t get pregnant anymore.
As long as she can keep her son, there’s nothing else she wants.
Truthfully, although she seemed okay about the fact that she can’t get pregnant anymore, she was not. Of course, she has no intention of getting pregnant. Before.
She already felt blessed to have five children, a feat achieved by only a few women in the world.
Naturally, she never imagined she would be able to find a man capable of impregnating her. So she never catered to the idea.
However, everything changed now.
Her beloved son, her treasure, is willing to fuck his mother. He loves her so much that he is willing to do anything for her. Of course, that lit a fire inside her. Now, she wants to crystallize that love. A baby. Their child. Between her and her son.
But a cruel fact poured cold water over that dream.
She can’t get pregnant anymore.
Her dream was crashing out before it could even materialize.
Just how many women can accept that?
William’s thrusts grew more forceful, each one driving his mother closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for it to stop. It was as if she had been starved of this feeling her whole life, and now she craved it like a drug.
Her nails dug into the sheets, her body writhing beneath her son’s body. His cock hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Allison could feel the climax building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her.
William could feel his mother’s walls tightening around his cock, his own need building to a fever pitch. The scent of his mother’s desire was intoxicating, a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist.
“Come for me, Mom!” he growled, his voice rough and insistent, vibrating through her core and igniting every nerve.
Her body obeyed instantly, the orgasm ripping through her with brutal force.
Allison’s eyes rolled back, the whites of her eyes flashing as her vision blurred.
Her pussy clenched hard around her son’s cock, walls pulsing in rhythmic squeezes that milked him deep inside. Juices gushed out, soaking his shaft and dripping down her thighs, her hips bucking wildly against him.
William felt it all—the tight grip of her spasming cunt pulling at him, the wet heat flooding around his length. He groaned low in his throat, the sound primal and raw, his own release building like a storm. His balls tightened, drawing up as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
With one last, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he erupted. Hot spurts of cum shot into her, flooding her pussy, mixing with her slick arousal.
Allison gasped at the sensation, the warmth spreading deep, filling her completely. Her toes curled into the sheets, her fingers digging into his back as waves of ecstasy rolled through her, leaving her trembling and spent.
They remained locked together for those endless seconds, breaths ragged and mingling in the heavy air of the bedroom.
William’s weight pressed down on her, his chest heaving against her breasts. Slowly, he eased back, pulling his softening cock from her with a wet slide.
“That was fucking good, Mom,” he muttered, leaving a faint kiss on her lips.
“Haah, yes, fuck. I could get addicted to a sweet morning fuck like this,” she mused.
Strings of their combined fluids connected them briefly before snapping, his shaft glistening with cum and her cream, veins still faintly pulsing.
William shifted up, leaning against the headboard with a deep sigh.
Sweat beaded on his chest, cooling in the room’s faint draft, each heartbeat a slow, thudding rhythm against his ribs. His legs splayed open, cock resting semi-hard against his thigh, still slick and shiny.
Allison, her own body humming with aftershocks, watched her son through half-lidded eyes.
A deep, humming contentment was warming her from the inside out. The feeling of him, the primal scent of their joining, it was an intoxicating perfume she wanted to drown in. A soft, adoring smile touched her lips as she pushed herself up on shaky arms.
“I decided to fuck you every morning to start my day, so brace yourself.”
She crawled forward between his spread legs, her knees sinking into the mattress.
William’s head lolled to the side, a lazy, satisfied grin gracing his features as he watched her approach.
“Every morning? That would be hard.”
“No refusal, boy. You do what your mother says.”
Her hands slid up his thighs, warm and gentle, as she lowered her head.
Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the inside of his thigh. Immediately, she felt him twitch beneath her mouth, and she smiled in satisfaction.
“You’re my son, and I’ve nurtured you with my whole body, so I think it’s time for you to man up and repay me.”
“Mom, that sounds like a mean thing to say.”
“Oh, is that so? But you’re the one who made me into this, so man-up, and just take my love, dear,” she said, looking at him with a smug grin.
“That’s a very heavy love, Mom…. hmmm! Haaah!”
She placed another kiss an inch higher, then another, mapping a tender, ascending trail up his leg.
Her lips were gentle, worshipful, each one a silent thank you for the pleasure he’d given her, for the man he had become. She nuzzled the sensitive skin near his hip, inhaling the musky, uniquely male scent that was purely him.
“Hmm, you smell good, sweety. Especially with my cum on you.”
“Mom, you sound like a pervert.”
William was spellbound as he watched his mother lovingly explore his enormously swollen cock. At the same time, he continued to gaze at her beautiful face, his eyes filled with a look of amazed excitement. And then there were her big, fabulous tits hanging down.
He reached over and started fondling them, sliding his hand over her silken skin, feeling each heavy swell and squeezing them firmly.
“But, you seem to be worried about something. Did you have a nightmare?”
“Nightmare? I guess, you can say that.” Allison smiled wryly.
“You know, I’m always all ears if you have any problem.”
“…it’s fine, dear. It’s not something I can’t bear.”
If only I could still get pregnant… I can give him a child, and then….
Allison shook her head and refocused on what she was doing, kissing her way up to the very root of him. His cock, still glistening and wet with their shared release, lay soft against his thigh. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth.
William’s groan was deep and heartfelt. His head fell back against the headboard with a soft thud.
“Oh, Mom…”
Her tongue, warm and agile, slid along his sensitive length, cleaning him with a tender thoroughness. She tasted herself, tasted him, the combined flavor a potent aphrodisiac that made her hum with pleasure against his skin.
She felt her son stir under her ministrations, a faint pulse of life beginning to thrum back into his spent flesh. She worshiped him with her mouth, licking and suckling gently until he was clean, until he began to thicken and swell once more with promising firmness.
Her hands slid under him, cupping his world, the heavy, vulnerable sac that contained his fertile seed. If only I could get pregnant… she held their weight in her palms, so much cum stored inside, she mused, and heard his breath catch.
She licked along the underside, slow and thorough, cleaning every inch. The flavor—musky cum and her own tangy essence—filled her mouth, making her hum in satisfaction.
William’s head lolled back, a lazy groan escaping him as her mouth worked. But Allison wasn’t done. Her gaze dropped lower, drawn to his heavy balls, hanging full and relaxed now.
“Hmmm, so full and strong~”
She nuzzled in closer, her breath hot against his skin.
Gently, she cupped them in one hand, feeling their weight as the soft skin tightened slightly under her touch.
With her other hand, she stroked his cock lightly, keeping it firm as she focused on worshiping his sack. She started with soft kisses, pressing her lips to the sensitive flesh, one ball then the other. Her tongue followed, flat and broad, licking from the base where they met his taint up to the underside.
The texture was smooth, slightly wrinkled, and she savored it, tracing every ridge. Allison sucked one ball into her mouth carefully, her lips sealing around it as she rolled it on her tongue. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, drawing a sharp inhale from William. She hummed again, the vibration sending tingles up his spine.
Releasing it with a pop, she lavished the other with the same attention—suck, swirl, nibble lightly with her teeth. Her free hand massaged the first, fingers kneading gently, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
Cum from earlier still lingered in faint traces, and she lapped it up eagerly, cleaning him thoroughly while adoring every part.
Truthfully, William felt hungry. Not for sex but for food. However, looking at his mother, he decided to ignore his stomach. He didn’t want any distractions.
The look on his mother’s face was like nothing he’d ever seen.
He’d had his hard dick sucked by girls who loved what they were doing before, Daniela more than any of them, but his own mother’s burning hunger for his throbbing flesh was beyond belief.
Allison buried her face deeper, inhaling his scent—sweat, sex, and pure male musk. She licked broad stripes across both balls, her tongue pressing firmly, then alternated with sucking them together into her mouth as much as she could.
The stretch of her lips around them made her pussy ache anew, wetness trickling down her inner thigh. She moaned against him, the sound muffled, her worship turning fervent. Fingers slipped lower, teasing his perineum while her mouth never stopped—kissing, sucking, tonguing his balls with devoted hunger.
William’s hand tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding as pleasure built slowly and deep.
“Fuck, Mom… yeah, just like that,” he murmured, voice husky.
Allison redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over the seam, then sucking harder, drawing his balls deeper. She lost herself in it, the act of pleasuring him this way filling her with a twisted, loving bliss.
She devoted herself to his balls with a single-minded passion that bordered on religious fervor. She licked them with broad, flat strokes of her tongue, lapping at them as if they were the most delicious fruit. She nuzzled them, her nose buried in the coarse hair at their base, breathing him in deeply.
William moaned, feeling incredibly intoxicated.
The heat of her mouth was an exquisite shock. She suckled gently, her tongue swirling around the taut orb, and he saw stars. A deep, ragged moan was ripped from his chest, his hips giving an involuntary, tiny thrust.
“God, Mom…”
The use of her name, so raw and needed, sent a thrill through her.
She released the first with a soft pop and immediately drew the other into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, giving it the same attentive worship. She alternated between them, suckling and licking, each motion designed to wring every possible ounce of pleasure from him.
She could feel the tension coiling in his stomach again, could see the way his abs tightened, the way his cock, now fully erect and leaking, jerked against his stomach. The power was dizzying. Her strong, demanding son was putty in her hands, under her mouth.
She increased her pace, her ministrations growing more urgent. She took as much of his sac as she could into her mouth, sucking firmly, her tongue a relentless, wet pressure against the sensitive skin.
One hand gently rolled and massaged what her mouth couldn’t hold, while the other wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking him in time with the sucking pulls of her mouth.
William was unraveling. His groans were continuous now, a low, desperate litany of pleasure.
“Don’t stop… oh god, right there… just like that… I’m gonna…”
The taste of him, the scent, the feel of his heavy balls on her tongue, the sounds of his utter surrender—it was pushing Allison to the edge of another climax herself. She moaned around her mouthful, the vibration wringing a broken cry from him.
His hand suddenly tangled in her hair, not guiding, not forcing, just holding on, anchoring himself as the sensation built to an impossible peak.
The first pulse of his release wasn’t from his cock, but a deep, internal throb within the very balls she was worshiping. She felt it, a violent, clenching spasm against her tongue.
With a final, desperate suck, she sent him over.
William’s whole body bowed off the bed, a raw, animalistic roar filling the room as his orgasm crashed through him. Ropes of hot seed shot across his stomach and chest, each pulse wracking his powerful frame.
Allison milked him through it, her mouth still working gently on his balls, her hand stroking him until the last drop was spent, and he collapsed back onto the mattress, completely and utterly spent, breathing in shattered gasps.
She slowly released him, peppering the oversensitive skin with feather-light kisses as he shivered in aftershocks. She crawled up his body, straddling his hips, and looked down at his ravished, blissful face.
“Again?” she whispered.
A slow, seductive smile spread across her lips.
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