MOM'S AMOROUS SON, by Roderigo (2/4)--mF, inc., cons.
Drigo7
Anita Collins was blessed, and sometimes cursed, with a very vivid
imagination. As her 17-year-old son described his torrid affair with the
big-bosomed, married 40-year-old Maria Correlli, she could see it very
clearly in her mind. She could see her naked muscular offspring boosting
the overly endowed matron up against that counter and ramming home his
huge young cock into her hairy cunt. Anita could see, and feel, all that rosy
quivering flesh bouncing and humping against the passionate pounding of her
voracious young man. She could see, feel, and even taste, that big prick,
swelling up again to gargantuan proportions as that slutty Maria
licked and sucked on it. She could smell the pungent crotch of Madame
Correlli and feel the crispy hair as her son's rapid tongue lapped at her
tingling pussy. And she almost became dizzy at the sensation of being
bounced and impaled along with that horny old broad on top of Brad's strong
young body in the Correlli bed.
Anita's mind and senses were reeling, and her nether lips were leaking
throughout the progress of the story. She found herself squeezing her
thighs together and wriggling involuntarily as the heat built inside her
loins. She had seen her son's cock on a few rare occasions, including a
couple times when it was aroused, and she knew that it was enormous. God, was
she actually envying that fat cow because her son had used that
fantastic tool upon her? She guessed that she was jealous of the emotion
that he had spent upon la Correlli, but was it more than that? Did she
really have a suppressed yen to be fucked by her own son?
As Brad's narration came to an end, Anita shuddered. Was it from horror
or desire? A bit of each perhaps. She found her voice rather weak and
unsteady as she said, "But now it's got to stop, Brad. There could be all
kinds of problems for you if any of this came out. You'd get kicked off the
team and lose your chance for a scholarship."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'd already decided to end it. Maria was starting to get
just too possessive and demanding for me. This will give me a good excuse to
call it off."
"Did--did you really love her, Brad?"
"No, not really. I guess I thought I did at first, but it was just the sex.
And the pride of having an older, sophisticated woman like that. I've found out
now that she has had affairs with half the men in the neighborhood, but she
says that I'm the only young one she's fucked with. She--uh--also says I'm the
best, but maybe she told that to all of them."
"Oh, Brad, this is so unreal! I just can't believe you would be mixed up with
an old--uh--woman like that." Then another thought struck her, even
more alarming. After all, she had seen how easily Brad could charm her
friends. "Wait a minute. Maybe I shouldn't even want to know, but have there
been any other women besides Mrs. Correlli?"
Brad tried to straighten out a grin. "Gee, Mom, I think I'd better take the
fifth amendment on that one."
Anita felt like screaming. "You mean there's another one? Who, for God's
sake?"
Brad tried to avoid answering, but somehow she got the idea that he really
wanted to be persuaded to talk, that he was actually proud of his
conquests. "Brad, tell me right now. I've got to know who else you've been
- fooling with."
Finally Brad shrugged and said, "Well, OK, Mom, if you insist. There's Millie
Warren."
"Millie Warren! My God! The pastor's wife?"
"She's a woman, Mom. She's got the same equipment inside her panties as
any other woman."
"Brad! Don't be so crude! How on earth did you ever get started with
Millie Warren? Come on. You might as well just go ahead and tell me."
Brad thought a moment and then said, "I think that the main thing that
made her loosen up and give it to me was that her husband confessed to her that
he had had an affair with a woman in our congregation."
Anita's heart leaped into her throat. Oh God, no! She just managed to control
herself. "Pastor Warren had an affair with one of the church women? I can't
believe it! Did she say who it was?"
"No, he wouldn't tell her that. He said it wasn't really the woman's fault as
much as his. She was a woman who had come to him for some advice
concerning her marriage, and he felt that he had betrayed her faith in him."
Anita could breathe again. Thank God Bill hadn't revealed her name. But why on
earth did he have to confess to his wife? No more ministers for
Anita! But she had to admit that he had had a surprisingly nice cock on him and
knew how to use it damned well, considering his profession. She had spent quite
a few pleasure-filled hours with Pastor Bill Warren, and the memories were
great. How they had joked about her being the preacher's
lay woman. He was a hell of a lot better than that damned football coach.
Athletes were supposed to have the reputation of being real sex heroes,
but she had been forced to rev him up a couple times with her mouth just
so he'd have enough prick to stick into her cunt. That sort of killed the
enjoyment. He had tried to get her to go to bed with him again several
times after that, but she always told him that the guilt feelings were
just too much for her. Hah! The real truth was that she wanted a man with
a lot better rod on him than the coach had.
Anyway, back to Brad's love life. After a little more prodding, Brad finally
condescended to tell the story of this sexual episode as well, with just as
many detailed embellishments as before. Here is the idyll of preacher's wife
Millicent Mayfield Warren and her youthful paramour, our own Bradley Marcus
Collins.
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Brad had never thought of Millie Warren as a sex object; you just usually
don't look at a minister's wife that way. It wasn't that she didn't have the
face and the figure to interest him. He had always thought that she looked very
nice, but that was all. Then one Sunday she had asked him if he would help with
a group of younger kids, from the ages of 10 to 12. She knew that they looked
up to him as sort of a hero, and she thought that Brad might help to teach them
games, to sort of coach them, while she took care of the spiritual side. Well,
Brad did sort of like working with kids, so he said that he would try it, and
it turned out to be a great success. The number of kids in the group doubled
overnight, and they loved Brad. He knew his sports, and he was very patient
with them as he taught them
elementary techniques. They learned tumbling, played softball and touch
football and basketball and volleyball, all co-ed at this age. Brad umpired and
refereed for games as well as coaching.
Millie was extremely appreciative of Brad's help, and she let him know
often. Now he began to look at her more closely, and he really liked what he
saw. Millie was about 35, had honey-blonde hair and hazel eyes, a very
pretty face. She was pretty well built too--oh, nothing spectacular like
Maria Correlli, but she had all the curves in the right places, just a nicely
proportioned woman. As he worked with Millie in planning and carrying out
activities, Brad found himself being turned on more and more. He never really
expected anything to come of it, but she was a very nice woman, and he was
growing to like her very much.
Bit by bit, though, Millie began talking more personally with Brad, asking
questions about how he was doing in school, what he did in his spare time, what
his plans were for the future, etc. One day after he had refereed a basketball
game and the kids had left, Millie started talking about last Friday night's
football game, which she had attended. She said that she didn't really like
football very much, but she had been enthralled by watching Brad play (yes, she
said "enthralled").
"You were just so masterful I couldn't take my eyes off you," she said.
"When you broke through and tackled their passer, why you just lifted him
up and slammed him down like a rag doll. He didn't have a chance against
you. You must be awfully strong."
"Oh well," Brad said modestly, "It isn't so much strength as it is leverage
and momentum. If you caught me just right, you could probably pick me up and
throw me down."
Millie laughed. "Oh, now you're exaggerating. Why you'd just crush little
old me." Then she added, "I've wondered what it would be like to be tackled
like that. What would it feel like if you tackled me?"
"Well, now, ma'am, that might be interesting to try sometime."
Millie laughed delightedly. "I think that would be a rather shocking
experience."
"Yeah," Brad said, "for me too."
Millie blushed and murmured, "But not necessarily unpleasant."
"Very pleasant indeed," Brad said, grinning. This was approaching the sort of
flirtatious dialogue that so many women seemed to enjoy with him. "I can't
think of any lady I'd rather tackle."
"Oh, you, Brad! I think we'd better put this conversation on hold for
now." And they had done so. However, in the days to come, Millie kept
coming back to the idea, and Brad knew that she was beginning to want him as he
had started to want her. He felt that she really wanted him to throw her down
and sock it to her, but she couldn't quite let that happen
because of her position as a pastor's wife and first lady of the parish.
Then had come that fateful day. Brad had coached the kids through a
volleyball game in the church gym, and they had just left when Millie
finally showed up. Usually she was there the whole time, but this time
Brad could see that she was really upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
Then Millie broke down and wept woefully. Brad put his arms around her to
comfort her, and she clung to him as she wet his shirt with her copious
tears. She felt warm and cuddly in his arms, and he could feel the twin
pressures of her very nice tits against his chest. He was getting very hard
down below, and his hardness was pressing against her stomach, which
she might not be aware of in her present state of mind.
Finally she revealed the reason for her grief--the freshly confessed affair
with some lady of the congregation. She could never have believed
that Bill would do that to her. She had been completely faithful to him
through their 12 years of marriage. Sure, she had been tempted too, but she had
kept her vows. Oh, the perfidy! The betrayal! As she moaned and
complained, she kept her arms around Brad's neck and her body pressed
tightly against his. Gradually the sobs stopped, but she stayed right there,
hanging on tenaciously. Her body felt warmer and warmer against him, in fact,
downright hot. Brad kept patting and rubbing her back with greater intensity.
Then he cautiously kissed her on the neck as her head was resting on his
shoulder. She responded by hugging him even tighter and
pushing her hips against his hard-on.
Then all at once Millie Warren was kissing Brad passionately on the mouth,
urgently, insistently. She was wiggling and humping her hips against his cock.
There was no longer any doubt that she was aware of his
aroused state now. Then she whispered hissingly into his ear, like the
serpent of Eden, "Tackle me, Brad! Put me down on my back, Brad! Do it to
me! I want you to fuck me, Brad.!"
In the corner there was a stack of mats that were used for tumbling and
wrestling. Brad pulled Millie over to them and then did what he knew she
wanted. He picked her up and plunked her ass down solidly on the mats with
himself on top. They struggled to get part of their clothes off. It was
awkward, because they didn't want to let go of each other in order to make
it simple to strip. But in a couple of minutes her skirt was way up and
her panties were off, and Brad's pants were gone. Millie gasped as she
grabbed Brad's huge cock. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. But undaunted, she
guided the big thing to her downy pussy and helped him poke the purplish-red
head between her now damp lips.
Millie groaned as that huge fuck pole forced its way up her tight, childless
love passage, but she humped her hips hard against him once,
twice, three times, until he was finally in all the way to the balls, filling
her far more tightly than ever before. She gave little whimpering moans as Brad
began to fuck her, gently at first, not wanting to hurt her. They began to kiss
again as they fucked, and Millie's mouth opened wide to accept Brad's probing
tongue. The tongue fucking was coordinated with the cock thrusts, as Brad's
movements made her body rock up and back. She had one of the tightest cunts
that Brad's dick had ever enjoyed, and he had to struggle to keep from
approaching his climax too soon.
But Millie was apparently so horny from this very unusual--in fact, unique for
her--adulterous experience that she was very soon ready to go
over the top herself. She began using her body to urge Brad on to harder,
faster, and deeper penetrations. Her mouth, still very busy on Brad's, was
making urgent sounds that were something like "Ummmph! Ummmph! Ummmph!" each
time Brad's ramming cock hit bottom. She was bucking lustily with her hips as
well, showing surprising strength and passionate desire.
When Brad sensed that she was going into her orgasm, he finally let go and
began blasting his cum deep inside her grasping, churning pussy. She
felt it and redoubled her efforts to get every possible sensation out of this
fantastic fuck. Both of them were panting and sweating and writhing
in the heat of their mutual orgasm. "God!" thought Brad as he drained the
last of his cum into her, "I've actually fucked the preacher's wife right
in the church!"
As they lay there, their energy spent, his softening cock still inside her,
their juices dribbling down her ass crack onto the mats, Millie wept a little
bit again. Brad could understand how her feelings were overwhelmingly mixed up.
A preacher's wife, now an adulteress, guilty of
the same sin as her fallible husband. Furthermore, indulging in sex with a
16-year-old high school boy. But damn, it was good sex! The best ever for
her. Or at least, Brad conceitedly thought it must be.
Brad hardened up again fast as he caressed Millie's thighs and ass and tits,
so he didn't even withdraw from her cunt's fond embrace until they
were fucking again to another grand climax. In fact, Millie got off a couple
times before Brad shot another load way up into her belly. She was a damned
good piece of ass, even if she was a preacher's wife, thought Brad. She seemed
to love everything that he did to her, and she gave back as good as she got.
Although Millie had to fight her strong guilt feelings, she loved Brad's cock
too much to give it up right away. So they continued to fuck each other for
several months, in fact, overlapping the beginning of the affair
with Mrs. Correlli. Brad introduced this inexperienced older woman to oral
sex, at first licking her pussy over her violent protests until she saw how
good it felt. He gently led her toward fellatio, and she came to the point of
kissing his prick. Finally he lost patience with her, held her down, stuck his
cock into her mouth, and said, "Suck, damn it!" She did, and in a short time
came to love doing it for him. He had discovered by this time that Millie
frequently liked her sex to be a bit rough. Somehow she could abandon herself
to it more easily if it seemed that she was forced into it and wasn't really
responsible.
One day she told Brad as they disrobed and prepared to screw, "Brad, darling,
this will be our last fuck. I have a very special reason that I will tell you
before you leave." Although Brad protested, he actually wasn't too unhappy to
have the affair end, because he was heavily into (pardon the pun) Maria
Correlli by this time. After a very loving fuck session, Millie told Brad as
she kissed him good-bye, "I'm pregnant, Brad. I've tried so many times before
to have a child, and now I'm really going to be a mother. I don't know whose
child it is, but all the world will believe it's my husband's, and I will never
question it myself. As a mother, I must return to my wedding vows and never
again commit the sin of adultery. I'll always be grateful to you, Brad, and
I'll always love you, but I know that Bill and I can be happy again now.
Good-bye, my darling."
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