My son’s erection, a mother’s Love.

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My son’s erection, a mother’s Love.They stared as I walked down the isle and took my seat, my short dress and dark shade of stockings were what caught their attention, ‘Boys will be men’, I thought I as I adjusted my body into a more relaxed position for the journey ahead.Once my entrance had been made they went back to their normal boisterousness ways as teenage boys will be, initially ignoring everyone else, the sum total of which was me, and became louder and idiotic as boys are.When we pulled away from the platform the sudden realization that it was just the three of us in the carriage, I became more acutely aware of it, as the boys turned back to me with their attention.’Are you a model, or something’, one asked me? I had to smile, a little flattered my reflection on someone so youthful should be of something that today is held in such high regard, beauty over brains, God the advertisers were certainly doing their job in making today’s youth so body conscious. They were looking at an iPad or some other device showing photos and when I appeared to try to see what it was they were referring to, the boy holding it, put it up and let me see a naked girl sitting in a very revealing manner, I had to smile and simply shook my head.’You’re very beautiful’, one said as he came up to me and sat down in the seat opposite me, across the isle. ‘Thank you’, I replied. He was cuteish in a nice and boyish way, a little boy curious and I could feel a warmth in his mannerism, noting his friend was too busy with the iPad, flicking through the photos, which were too adult for boys like this, but in today’s world, anything goes. I thought.’You like looking at porn’, I asked him genuinely curious illegal bahis to his reaction?He smiled devilishly but his answer caught me off guard, ‘Can we see your cunt’?I sat frozen with small shock waves tingling up and down my spine and culminating in my crotch. To my horror I found myself strangely turned-on by his crude request.Being isolated on a moving train and confronted by two horny boys I suddenly realised why some female teachers were losing their postings by surrendering their moral values to temptations, women after all are sexual creatures and sex does offer that warmth and more, especially when a woman is in need of comfort and a good reason to exist.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and crossed my legs which caught his cheeky attention, ‘Are those tights or stockings’, he asked unabashed, his forwardness was somehow refreshing and innocent, but deeply arousing for me.’Why do you want to know that’, I asked him huskily, my throat was tight, even my nipples were hardening to his overtly sexual manner and as I was not wearing a brassiere, each time they brushed against the silkiness of my blouse, the static was driving me wild and made me shift even more, much to his amusement.Part of my discomfiture was down to my panties having worked their way into my crotch, like a ‘wedgie’, moving incessantly across my swelling clitoris as I moved, or by rocking my crossed legs, my eyes looking into his crotch for a reaction, a reaction that might justify my dirty thoughts, about illicit sex.He reached across and placed his hand on my stockinged knee, as if he knew what they really were, his instinct could see I was a girl who wore such sexual items that made it easy for men illegal bahis siteleri to get into my hot body.’They feel nice’, he said in a whisper, feeling more confident that I had made no effort to remove his hand, even more so as I uncrossed my legs and sat quietly as he moved his hand under my skirt and up my thigh.My mind flashed back to last week when my own son who was about the same age as these boys, was getting out of bed as I opened his room door with a cup of tea for him.He was still in a state of sleepiness when I entered and my eyes instantly locked onto his erection, sticking out of his pajama bottoms. I almost dropped the cup in a mixture of shock and awe, I had not seen one for some time, in fact not since my divorce from his father.I almost laughed at the fact he was completely unawares I was looking at his manhood, even when I handed him his cup of tea, God I really had an urge to reach down and hold him for a few minutes and for the remainder of the day all I thought about was my son’s cock. I really needed to find a man soon, this was doing my head in.’You like this’, he asked me as his fingers found the naked flesh of my thigh at the stocking tops, ‘A few more inches and you will be feeling my need’, I thought?’Do you’. I retorted thickly as the train sped along with its clickity clack rhythmic motion. His fingers touched my panties and I reached down and took hold of his arm firmly. I felt sensitive and about to lose all control?The other boy Jimmy, stopped doing what it was he was doing and stood up and came over to both of us, initially, just to watch. I could feel his fingers on my sensitive naked flesh and closed my eyes, my heart and my head pounded canlı bahis siteleri and as Jimmy looked at his friends arm under my skirt, I slid forward in my seat and let my thighs open more, I was encouraging this, without saying anything. I thought of my son that morning, this time I reached down and held him like never before and he moved gracefully in my semi-clenched fist, my fingertips barely closing around him. He was thick like his daddy was when I held him before pleasuring myself.I offered my bare breast to him not as a mother but as a woman with needs, years before I nourished his body with my milk and enjoyed feeling his mouth and tongue around my sensitive nipples that made me wet, and returned my appreciation each bath time by drying him and taking his cock into my mouth and suckling him so our bonding could be complete.His size now made that impossible but I ached for cock and to feel one moving inside me, if anything but to prove I was still a woman.I could hear a boys voice in my ears, ‘Do you think she is cumming’, it queried?I opened my eyes to see the youthful smiles beaming on both boys as my body moved in a rhythmic motion of the train and his finger fucking me, my front exposed, my breasts and cunt for these young eyes to marvel at, ‘Fuck me’, I whispered and I reached for Johnny’s flies and his friends wrist, the one that was pumping like a piston in and out of my open cunt, with a slurping noise from my overflowing sex organ.Inexperienced boys can be crude and rough especially when confronted by a woman’s need for them, but my mouth and other orifices can suffice when sexual pleasure is what they, and indeed I require, so we used each other as each boy enjoyed my womanly hospitality together, double penetration on an inbound commuter to the city, thankfully I regained an air of respectability as we pulled into the terminus and I left the carriage with two bewildered boys sitting and deflowered.

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