1. Taboo 2015 Pt. 1


    Date: 1/16/2016, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: andydagod, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    at all comfortable going about it. I’ve had little sex talks with them from time to time, and let them know they can talk to me or ask me about anything, but I think my boys can sense my clumsiness with the subject and haven’t really taken advantage of my willingness to discuss sexual topics with them. So this is the situation a normal, boring, suburban soccer mom finds herself in right up until that fateful day. Practically overnight I became an obsessed pervert stalking my own son in hopes of catching him playing with his penis for my own carnal gratification. I go from masturbating myself a few times a month, to several times a day. Thoughts of what I’ve been seeing Nick doing with his cock pop into my head at all hours, and I can’t keep my fingers from repeatedly finding their way into my panties. The mix of shame, guilt, and pleasure is an intoxicating brew. One day, while Nick was at school, I was sprawled out naked on his bed rubbing my stiff clit when I realization hit me. During a few of my spying sessions I’d noticed him using a small towel to clean up the seed he’d spilled. He kept that towel just under his bed. I looked and it was there. With a shaking hand I took it out from its hiding place and I lay back down. It was one of my good maroon hand towels, but I was too entranced with what I was holding to be annoyed about that. It was crusty all over with stiff patches of dried cum. Who knows how many loads of his potent teen sperm were infused into that towel I ...
    was holding. It had a distinctively sweet smell; not at all the same as the scent of fresh semen. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in. I touched the scratchy cloth to my bare nipples and resumed fondling my pussy. I rubbed my son’s filthy cum rag all over my naked skin, finally dr****g it over my face and using both hands on my very wet pussy. I fucked the fingers of one hand, while vigorously strumming my clit with the other. I had a screaming orgasm that rocked my whole body. I’m normally not one to make much noise during sex, even when alone, but something just erupted out of me that day and I released all the pent up desire in one primal cry of ecstasy. It felt beyond amazing. By the time I returned the dirty towel to its hiding place, I was already feeling disgusted with myself. How could I let my desperate need for satisfaction drive me to do something so unlike me? I shuddered to think of what depths I’d just lowered myself to and resolved to maintain a certain level of dignity in the future. I broke that promise to myself the next day and returned to my son’s cum encrusted towel like a bitch in heat. I had to connect with this only physical specimen of my son’s sexuality that I had access to. I’m ashamed to admit that I even went to it one afternoon just after he used it so that I could experience a freshly deposited sample of his boy spunk. I found the spot on the towel that was still moist. The smell of that spot was different, and I shocked myself when I realized I ...
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