MN/P1Male/Morn/MomMast/Dirty

From Create Your Own Story

You decide to imagine your mother as a sex starved, ravenous milf. You stroke yourself stiffly as you imagine her kneeling in front of you, jerking you off.

“Yeah? Does my big boy like this?” Your imaginary mother asks. Her head turning from side to side, puckering her dark red lips up at you. You let out a groan at the imagined sight.

“I don't know how I raised a boy with suck a big, naughty cock like yours.” She says, her eyes begging up at you. “Do you want mommy to suck your big dick?”

You twitch on the bed, amazed at how turned on you are. Your hand tighten around your member as you imagine her edging you on with her dirty words, stroking you and making sexy faces. It doesn't take long before you feel that you can barely contain yourself.

“Do you want to cum all over mommy's face? Yeah?” You picture your mother saying as you arch your back, ready to let a load off onto her beautiful face. You hold it in at the last second for as long as you could until you blow your load. You imagine your thick cream streaking across her face, giving her a cum shot makeover.

You open your eyes gasping for breath. That felt way too good...

You clean slowly in your post-euphoric state. You finish cleaning and fix your clothing in time to see your door being pushed opened. You panic, looking around quickly to see if you forgot anything. Your mother pokes her head out the side of the door, peaking in.

“Hey, Kevin, I forgot to ask you something...” She starts.

“Mom!” You greet her in surprise.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Your mother asks.

“No... just knock next time, you scared me.” You answer her.

Your mother asks you about something inconsequentially and you answer her, your eyes still looking around for anything you left undone. Your mother finally focuses your attention.

“Kevin, is anything wrong?” She asks, her face distorting into concern.

“No.” You answer her briskly, your face burning with guilt as you recall her sexy face from your fantasy.

“Alright...” Your mother says as she walks away. That was close...

You breath a sigh of relief and look around one last time, making sure you cleaned up thoroughly. Satisfied, you glance at the clock and realize it's 12 noon. You should find something else to do...

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