Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Come on baby, I know you can do better than this,” Christine said. Austin took her criticism to heart. He immediately began pounding his mother’s pussy.

“Oh FUCK!” Christine cried, “That’s more like it.”

The two of them now moved with abandon. The bench squeaking under them. Every sound magnified by the echo of the tile.

“Fuh. Fuh. Fuck. So good,” Christine gulped. Austin felt her body stiffen, her pussy clench, as a tiny orgasm rolled over her. “Oh! You made your Mommy cum. Such a good boy.”

“Sssssssoooooo good,” Austin said.

“Can you do it again, baby?”

“Oh yes,” Austin said. He reached down for his mother’s clit but found her fingers were already there, rubbing so hard and fast he thought it must be painful. But his mother went taut again, groaned, and Austin knew that pain wasn’t at all a problem.

God, she was amazing. Fucking his mother — it was like being with a thoroughbred. Her body so toned and perfect. In this position, Austin imagined most women would already be sagging. Their muscles sore. Christine was moving with speed and grace. Meeting each of her son’s thrusts in perfect timing. Coordinated. This could be an Olympic sport, Austin mused. Synchronized fucking. And his mother was a goddamn gold medalist.

Christine was still moaning incoherently. Stringing words together that kind of made sense but really didn’t. “My son. So good. Cock. Fuck. Fuck me oh fuck YES!”

Christine threw her head back and then let it loll down. Austin kept up the pace. Not stopping not even pausing as his mother chained cum after cum after cum. The orgasms were getting bigger, Austin could tell. The exclamations of pleasure longer and more sustaining. They were building towards something, and all Austin could think about was his own contribution to the process.

He pulled back from his mother. She whined. Almost sobbed.

“Oh fuck Austin you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop now. Are you going to cum baby? I told you it’s OK to cum in me. I need it so bad.”

Austin smiled down at his mother and lifted her up. Instinctively, Christine wrapped her legs around her son’s trunk. She was hanging off him, much like Lexi had the day before. Christine fished out her son’s massive member and aligned it with her dripping hole again. Like she couldn’t bear to break the connection for any longer.

Austin groaned as once again his cock was engulfed in his mom’s perfect snatch. He remembered what Lexi had said, that her cunt was made for his dick. If that was the case, then what was this? So tight and perfect. Perhaps, Lexi’s snatch was made for his penis. But Austin knew that his penis was made for his mother’s quim. It fit like key in lock. Pussy and cock.

Austin stumbled over to the side shower wall and slammed his mother into it. He began pounding her with abandon. Christine held on like he was a palm tree in a hurricane. Her arms locked tight around his neck. Even dug into his shoulder with her teeth. Anything to ride out the storm. And it only seemed to be intensifying.

“Oh Austin. I… I think I’ve got a big one coming,” Christine said, “Your cock. Oh God. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Even better than Dad?” Austin asked. He couldn’t help himself. Christine seemed to pause for a moment. She leaned in tight to his ear.

“Way better,” Christine said.

Austin smirked and started driving into his mother even harder.

“Oh baby. My baby boy. Fucking me so good,” Christine said, “Mommy’s really close. You have to… Come on Austin, honey. I need it. Cum for me. I know we shouldn’t, but I need that cum inside me. I’ll feel it and I’ll blow. Oh, fuck I’m going to fucking explode.”

Austin intentionally slowed his strokes.

“Say it,” he growled.

“Oh please. Mommy needs your cum so bad! Please, baby! Fill my womb with your seed. Please…”

Austin practically stopped fucking his Mother. She looked up at him with needy eyes and he glared back.

“Say it.”

“Oh. Oh Austin. Your cock is so good. You’re fucking me so much better than your father ever could.”

Austin started stroking again. Ramping up.

“Oh yes, Austin… My baby boy. I’ve never been fucked like this. Never. Your cock is so much bigger. So much better. I need it. Fuck your mother. Own her. I’m yours, baby. Always.”

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You. Austin.”

“Who owns this pussy?!”

“My sssoooooon… Oh GOD my baby boy owns meeeeeee!”

Austin raced forward. His mother shaking and sobbing around him. His own ecstasy now driving. His balls leaping upward.

Suddenly the shower curtain ripped open.

“What the fuck are you two….?”

Mother and son screeched to a halt. Right on the precipice. A woman was standing there. Beautiful and tall with long blonde hair. Wearing only a purple towel. The woman from the other shower. Austin knew it immediately. In everything that had happened, he had lost track of her. And of course, she’d heard everything. What he was doing. Who he was doing it to. The look on her face said it all.

Then Austin’s cock erupted.

The pleasure simply burst out of him, overwhelming. He’d tried to stop it, but it was already gone, and the orgasm took hold of him. Austin felt his mother’s body tighten around him as he filled her with his fertility.

“Uhnnnnn,” Christine gasped, “Noooooooo… Oh fuck! OH YES!”

Despite himself, Austin thrust into his mother as deep as he could. “Oh FUCK! Mom I’m cumming!” Austin howled.

“Oh baby,” Christine cried, “Cum in me. Oh please cum in your Moooommmmmyyyyy,”

He heard a loud gasp from the front of the shower. Austin forced himself to look over. The other woman was just standing there. Brown eyes wide with shock.

Whatever she was about to say before was still caught in her throat. Austin tried to speak, to… Apologize? Explain? He didn’t know what, but it hardly mattered. His jaw snapped closed and the ecstasy overwhelmed him again. His eyes squeezed shut.

Christine jerked against her son like she’d been electrocuted. She shook with every shot of her son’s fertile fluid. “Oh God I’m cumming so GOOOD!” Christine said. She threw her head back. “Oh fucking fucking fffffffffffUCK!”

Austin squeezed his Mother’s body to his own. Still somehow filling her with his seed. Mother and son shouted and cried. Rocked against each other as their orgasms slowly subsided.

Gingerly, Christine let her legs drop. She started to stand, then nearly collapsed as another aftershock shot through her. Incredibly, her own little cum inspired one last ejaculation from Austin, and a glob of semen landed right on his Mom’s perfect, little tit.

Christine sank to the floor of the shower. Austin slipped down next to her. They looked only at each other. Loving.

Christine put her hand on Austin’s chin and drew his face to hers. She kissed him. Hard. Lips and tongues and teeth. Loving and wanting. The shower water ran cold over them. Austin looked up, worried about what he’d see. What consequences awaited them.

The other woman was gone.

*

Molly stood in waist high water and leaned against her father’s bare chest. She looked at the far side of the lake, overcome with fear. There were five of them: three girls and two boys. College-aged kids, jumping into the water. Shouting and splashing. Molly could see their parked car poking through the trees behind them.

Two days before, Molly would have been thrilled to see more young people at the lake and raced off to join them. Now, she felt separated from them by something far larger and imposing than an entire ocean. These were strangers intruding on her in a moment of vulnerability. They could only bring more trouble to her already endangered situation.

The group of teens was oblivious to the impact they had on the lake. The ripples they caused. They laughed and chased each other, carefree. If they saw the Campbell family, they made no notice of it.

This is fine, Molly reminded herself. She and her father weren’t doing anything wrong. They were just a family on their lake vacation. Enjoying the cool water on a warm day. Molly sighed, loudly. She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath. She felt her father’s grip on her relax, as well.

Molly looked over at her older sister. The tall brunette was like a statue, eyes wide at the frolicking teens. As worried as Molly was, Lexi looked far worse. Like a rabbit watching lions at play.

“I uh. I think I should go. Back to shore,” Lexi said. “Ankle’s bothering me. And stuff.” She started to retreat. Never looking away from the crowd of kids in the water. Like she was afraid they’d ambush her if she didn’t stare them down.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

For a moment, Molly worried about her big sister. Earlier, Lexi had promised to take care of Molly. Was the young blonde expected to do the same in return? Suddenly the lake went silent, taking Molly’s train of thought with it.

She saw that three of the teens, the two girls and one of the boys, were wading over to her and her father. Molly’s stomach filled with butterflies. The sun slipped behind a cloud. The whole day seemed to go cold. James wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter’s waist.

The teens kept walking closer. Molly told herself it wasn’t a big deal. They were just kids like her. Coming over to be polite, probably. And she was doing nothing wrong. Yet she felt exposed. Cornered, unsure if she should run or strike.

The boy was good looking, Molly supposed. He had close-cropped red hair, broad shoulders and a developed chest. For a moment, Molly thought that Lexi might have made a mistake by slipping away. After all, Molly may have craved someone who’d had marinated for a few years, but this fresh piece of meat looked more than ready for Lexi’s consumption.

The girls with him were also pretty and athletic. As they got closer, Molly saw that the girl on the left was blonde and wearing a blue-and-white striped bikini. She looked about James’ height and was stick skinny. Her chest would have made even Lexi look busty.

The other girl was a redhead, like the boy and wearing a bikini like the blonde girl, but in dark blue. She was curvy, though not nearly as much as Molly. No one’s curvy like me, Molly thought. It used to make her sad, that kind of thinking. But now it filled her with pride.

James pulled his daughter back tighter. She felt his arms cinch closed. And then she felt something else — warm, stiff, and nestled right in the crack of her ass. Oh God. It would have been uncomfortable if it wasn’t so damned wonderful. Did he know he was doing it? Did Molly even care? Oh, holy fuck almighty did her Daddy’s dick feel nice. Without even thinking about it, Molly pressed her ample backside against his hardness.