Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“But I didn’t know what to do.” He began licking the toes of my other foot. “I’ve wanted you for a long time mom. When we’re done you can come to my room and look at all the mom son videos I have! There are some real hot ones! Maybe we can play them all out!”

“Alan, honey, I… don’t!”

Alan had stood up and grabbing his large cock had started rubbing it up and down the bottom of my foot. He moaned and started doing the same to the other foot. I couldn’t help but notice his cock was close to the length of my foot and again noticed how thick it was. Damn he was a lot bigger than his father had been and obviously was willing to use it a lot more.

“Sorry, but I have a foot fetish.” He laughed, “You have sexy feet! Remember I would rub them for you sometimes? I would be so hard! Then I would go upstairs and jerk off!”

Oh my God he had wanted me before this! I watched as he ran his huge dick along the arch of my foot and had to bite back a groan when he shoved his cock between my toes and started sliding it in and out. Alan had a look of pure lust on his face and it dawned on me that he would do anything I asked of him. Anything at all. He would not only fulfill any fantasy I had, but it seemed he had a lot of his own that could be fun seeing they revolved around me.

“Please stop.” I whispered, but more to myself.

My nipples were throbbing and my pussy was warm and wet and as bad as it sounded I caught myself imagining what that big cock would feel like inside me.

“Sorry.” He stepped back and I watched his cock bounce between his thighs as it slid from between my toes. “I’m being selfish and doing what I want. This is supposed to be about what my slutty mom wants.”

He came back over to the side of the bed and climbing onto it, knelt with his knees next to my shoulder. I forced myself not to turn my head because if I did that gorgeous cock would be inches from my mouth. Staring at the ceiling I said, “Alan it’s not a game, untie me right now. I mean it.”

“Sorry mom.” He shook his head. “I can’t do that. See you’ve been a bad girl. A very bad girl and even naughtier mommy. I mean what mother wants her son to fuck her?”

“Alan…”

“You’re a cock teasing slut, mom.”

I swallowed hard when he put his hands on my top and began to unbutton it.

“Strutting around showing off these pretty tits and that fine ass and those fucking legs!”

He sounded firm, but his fingers were shaking as he unbuttoned the top. My heart skipped a beat each time one of the buttons gave exposing more of the flesh between my breasts. When he reached the last one I told myself to make him stop. Tell him to get the hell away from me that it was sick and twisted and he was my son and I was his mother and… the last button gave way and taking the sides of the top in his fingers, Alan opened it wide, exposing my tits.

“Oh, Mom, they’re perfect.” He breathed. “Just perfect.”

“They’re… oh, Alan, please don’t do this to us, we…”

I moaned when he cupped my tits in his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. I arched my back and pulled against the straps, trying desperately to get loose and stop this before it got too far.

“I like that.” Alan whispered, “I like you trying to get away.”

“Honey, I… oh… oh, don’t do that to me!”

I moaned when his thumbs started sliding across my swollen nipples as he continued to squeeze my tits. Alan’s hands were large and powerful and the sight of them holding my soft small tits was causing my nipples to ache beneath his touch and I had to force my hips to remain still.

Alan had leaned over until I could feel his hot breath on my nipples and I began to whimper at the thought that once his mouth was on me I might not be able to resist him anymore.

He licked his lips and I whispered, “Alan you… you have to listen to me!”

“No, I’ve listened to you my whole life.” He winked at me and it dawned on me this was all what he thought I wanted, “Now you just lay there and listen to me. Now tell me you want me to suck your tits.”

“No.” I shook my head, “I don’t want you to… ow!”

I cried out in pain when he pinched both my nipples hard.

“Tell your son you want him to suck his mother’s nipples.” He gave me a nasty smirk that sparked a wave of heat through me. His fingers tightened around my nipples and I whimpered, “Alan, honey, please suck my nipples.”

“I knew that’s what you wanted, you little slut!” he winked, and then sliding his tongue out slowly teased it around my right nipple.

“Ohhh” I groaned as my legs strained against their bonds, “Oh, Alan that’s not fair!”

“Why not?” he asked before giving my nipple a soft kiss.

“Because…” I moaned as he sucked my swollen flesh between his lips. “Because it feels good!”

I whimpered the last part and arching my back shoved my tit deeper into his face.

“I knew you wanted this, you can’t lie to me, you nasty slut.”

He began stroking my other nipple with his thumb while swirling his tongue around my hard nub and I was now moaning and squirming on the bed. I wanted to move, but at this point most likely to grab the back of his head and put my arms around him as his mouth pleasured my tits.

A wave of helplessness flowed over me followed by an intense wave of pleasure. This was what I had craved. Being totally helpless to either prevent or encourage what was being done to me. My squirming was getting to Alan as well.

He had begun to move his hips, thrusting his dripping cock against my thigh and his fingers were trembling harder than before. He was panting around my nipple and when he switched his mouth to the other his eyes met mine and I whimpered, “Please stop, please, I’m your mother!”

Alan gave me that little smile that told me he knew he had won. I was his. I might be going to hell for it or at the least living with some serious regret after this, but for right now my body belonged to my son and I was more than willing to let him have anything he wanted from his slutty mother.

Alan sucked on my other nipple and I released a long slow moan when his hand trailed down my stomach and his fingers slipped inside my thong.

“No!” I begged, “Please don’t touch me there!”

Alan smiled around my nipples and my hips jerked and I cried out when he slid two fingers through the incredibly wet lips of my pussy.

“Damn, you want me don’t you?” he asked, “You want your son playing with your pussy don’t you mom?”

“No!” I whimpered, “I don’t! You’re just taking me! Please stop honey! Please! Oh fuck!”

I called out when his fingers plunged hard into my sopping slit. Alan’s eyes widened and the breath hissed between his teeth as he began pumping his fingers inside me.

“You have a nice tight pussy, mom.” He whispered, “You want your son’s cock in there don’t you?”

“I want him to stop doing this to me!” I started squirming harder against the straps and I felt his cock squirt against my leg.

“No you don’t” he said, “You want me to do everything to you, don’t you? You want your son to make his mother cum don’t you?”

My reply turned into a delighted yelp when his thumb pressed against my clit and he started rubbing it in slow circles while his fingers thrust hard into me. He had done this before the lucky bastard! My hips were now moving in time with his fingers and I was alternately moaning and whimpering as his thumb caressed my swollen button.

His lips were fastened to my nipple and out of habit I went to reach for the other one to fondle it, but was stopped by the straps. I clutched the strap and pulled hard on it, enjoying the idea of struggling while his fingers pleasured me.

I could feel the sweat dripping down my back and we were both covered in it. I stared at Alan’s broad powerful back and well defined arms and imagined him holding me down next time. Next time?

My thoughts were pulled away when he rose up higher on his knees and began thrusting his hips, causing his long wet cock to rub across the top of my leg. The thought that at some point that cock was going to replace his fingers, caused my hips to move harder into his fingers.

I straightened my legs and pulling hard on the strap lifted my ass and back off the bed. I let my head fall back and began moaning loudly as his finger moved faster on my clit.

“Please” I pleaded, “Please make me cum, honey, please don’t stop, please don’t tease your mommy, I want to… oh oh oh!”

I began releasing a series of high pitched yelps and the next time Alan drove his fingers inside me I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me. My hips bucked wildly and my body writhed side to side as Alan continued to work my clit and pussy with his strong fingers.

My pussy convulsed and he whimpered around my nipple as hearing his mother cum for him caused his cock to slide faster against my leg. I cried out again and again as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body.

My pussy convulsed once more around his fingers and with a gasp I fell back onto the bed.

“You come nice and hard for your son, mom?”

“I… I did.” I looked at him as he sat up and whispered, “I had no choice, he made me!”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I’m going to make you do something even nastier now.”

Leaning over me and grabbing the base of his cock, Alan pressed the dripping tip to my cheek. I wanted nothing more than to open wide and taste it, but keeping the game going for both of us; I turned my head and begged, “Please don’t make me do that Alan! Please don’t put your cock in your mother’s mouth!”

“You know you want it!” Alan said. Grabbing my hair, he forced me to face his cock and this time pushed the sticky head against my lips.

I kept them pressed together, but could feel his sticky juice dripping down my chin and once again the inability to move sent a thrill through me. I wanted to be able to grab that big cock and shove it in my mouth and rub his balls, but instead I strained in vain against my restraints and shook my head against his cock, rubbing it across my lips.

“Open your mouth, mom, it’s time to taste your son’s cock.”