How a Mother Fulfilled her Son's Dirty Desires Part-1
Mom and son sex story, Toilet sex story:
Hello friends, my name is Skylar. I am 42 years old. I am 5.7 feet tall and my figure is 36-29-38. I look decent. My husband has a hotel business. Our relationship is very good.
Next Part of the Story: How a Mother Fulfilled her Son’s Dirty Desires Part-2
This is the story of my step son, with whom I had sex because I was fed up with his habits.
My step son’s name is Henry. He is 21 years old. He is about 6 feet tall. He is very handsome.
As he got older, his desire to fuck grew. Every day when I washed his clothes, I would find a sticky stain on his underwear. It was his semen. This happened four to five times a week. He would have a wet dream every day. Every day while doing the laundry, I would come across his semen. I got fed up with it.
But I thought that my step son is young and this is a very normal thing. I love him very much. I take care of him in every way. Our relationship is very good and he shares everything with me. He also loves me very much.
But I started to get angry when I saw him masturbating with my panties, looking pleased. His semen would get on my panties, and it felt strange to wear them. That’s why I got so fed up with him. As far as I knew, he didn’t have a girlfriend, and his sex drive was growing a lot.
My husband and I had a very good sex life. He would fuck me late into the night. I had no complaints about having sex with him, and we had a lot of fun. I had never slept with another man, nor did I ever think about one. I only love my husband.
Day by day, my son’s sexual desire was growing. He was always restless.
After, he would watch porn late into the night. I was most shocked the day I saw my son rubbing his penis between two pillows. Seeing this, I got very angry and went over to him and started slapping him. At that moment, my son was about to cum. He moved his penis forcefully between the pillows, and all his semen fell on the floor.
Seeing this, I started hitting him hard, and he started to cry. It made me sad to see him cry because he’s my only son, and I don’t like to see him unhappy. But I walked away.
That night, when my husband was fucking me hard, I grabbed him tightly and started telling him that our son’s behavior wasn’t right. He replied that he’s growing up and understands what’s right and wrong. “Don’t worry about him.”
After saying that, my husband put his dick in my mouth and came inside it.
One day, my son went out with his friends. There, he had his picture taken with his friends. He started showing the pictures to me and my husband. He looked very hot in them. In those pictures, he looked just like a hero. Later, we ate and went to sleep. But as I lay there, I couldn’t help but think about how attractive my son had become and how dashing he looked.
That night when I went to pee, my son was in the toilet. He was completely naked. He was masturbating. When I opened the toilet door, he suddenly panicked. He had nothing to cover himself with. He covered his penis with his hands. I was standing in the doorway. I was looking into his eyes.
Then, i slapped him hard. He sat down on the toilet lid.
I looked at his dick. His dick was about 7 inches long, thick, and standing straight up. His foreskin was pulled back a little, and the head was glistening with a little clear fluid.
He was so aroused from just masturbating that his veins were bulging and a small, clear fluid was already glistening on the tip. Seeing him in that state at that moment stirred a strange feeling in me. There was anger, but at the same time, an unknown attraction was awakening.
Suddenly, he shot up and pulled me into his arms. His naked, hot body pressed against my sari-clad one. His hard cock was pressing straight into my stomach, like an iron rod. He was holding me so tightly that I could barely breathe. He started to move his hips back and forth, He began to rub his cock against the layers of my nightie. His breathing grew faster as he rubbed. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, he held me even tighter, and he came hard. Streams of hot cum splattered on my nightie, some on my waist, and some on my thighs. His heart was beating so fast that I could feel its throbbing against my chest. He was drenched in sweat and hot.
I got angry. I tried to break him free and then slapped him hard on the cheeks 8-9 times. His face turned red with every slap. He started crying uncontrollably, then began banging his head against the wall. I felt terrible seeing him. I had never laid a hand on him in his entire life; I would just scold him. I left quickly.
I couldn’t sleep all night. I was completely fed up with my son’s habits. All night long, I regretted hitting him so much. I was very sad. Then I started remembering my own days of youth. I too, at this age, used to caress myself, finger myself, and many times would rub against a pillow to climax. I thought, these are normal things for this age. Maybe I was too strict with him.
When I woke up in the morning, I decided to apologize to my son. He is my everything. I went to his room, but he wasn’t there. I started looking for him. I finally found him in the bathroom. He was sitting there, crying. He had probably been there all night. I felt so bad. He was still naked. I felt awkward, But I went in. I pulled him close and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly and started to apologize. I said, “It’s okay, son, you’re growing up. This is normal now. And forgive me too—I hit you so hard.”
