1. Megan and Mitchell


    Date: 3/2/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    running after her. When Mitchell caught up to her, she was already sitting in the tub, “These jets feel amazing,” his mother moaned. Mitchell pulled his pants up and stuck his feet into the hot water - the jets massaging his feet and calves. “We need be quiet out here, do you understand? We shouldn’t be out this late anyway, I’m sure there’s rules for loitering,” Mitchell nagged his mother. “I don’t see any signs posted,” Megan said, taking a sip of her wine. “Get in.” “I’m not getting in. I’m in my pajamas.” “Take them off and get in. I’m in my underwear, it’s no big deal.” “I’m not getting in. I need to be in bed soon anyway. You kept me out much later than I needed to be. Tomorrow will be a nightmare trying to get up on time,” Mitchell scolded her. “You really need to relax. Ok? Gosh, why are you uptight Mitchell?” Megan stood, pouring some wine, making her way to her son. Going in between his legs, her large breasts dripping water all over his thighs and crotch, she brought the wine to his mouth with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, “Drink up and relax with me. Please?” Mitchell pushed her away, “No!” “Hey! You made me spill this!” Megan cried out. Mitchell stood. “You want to stay out here all night, go right ahead, I have things I need to do tomorrow. Keep it down out here.” Megan pouted, watching her son march back inside, slamming the back door. An hour later, Mitchell was awoken once more from his slumber. A small, damp, underwear clad, drunk woman ...
    stumbled into his bed, laying herself on top of him. He pushed his mother to his side. She was asleep in minutes, her large breasts pressing into him; he ran his hand through her long brown hair, letting it come to rest at her bare lower back and sighed. Sleep found him again minutes later. ********* Megan was in white bikini, watching her then, 18 year old son clean the pool. She had on large, dark sunglasses. She was controlling her breathing as she watched Mitchell. She watched his slow, languid movements with the pool net, her eyes drinking in his increasingly masculine and hunky frame. “You missed some leaves over there,” Megan pointed to the corner of the pool. “It’s fine mom, ok?” “No it isn’t! Get back there and get all the junk out of the pool. Don’t be so lazy Mitchell,” she nagged him. She watched her son’s back glistening with sweat as he got the last few pieces of debris from the pool. Her heart was racing. “There. Done,” Mitchell sighed. “Good. Now sit.” Mitchell shook his head and sat on the lounge chair next to his mother. “Don’t shake your head OR roll your eyes at me. Can you for once do what I say without issue?” Megan said, sitting behind her son on the lounge chair, squirting sun tan lotion into her hand and rubbing it onto his back. “Mom, I don’t need this lotion.” “Do you want to get burned? Sit here and be quiet,” Megan snapped. Slowly rubbing the lotion into his skin, her hands gliding over his back, neck and shoulders, she leaned in, pressing her breasts ...
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