risk-e-venture:MADE TO LISTEN: “Now…” she whisperedto me. “You wait here, and don’t make a peep.” Th
risk-e-venture:MADE TO LISTEN: “Now…” she whisperedto me. “You wait here, and don’t make a peep.” Then she turned andwalked up the last few steps to the loft that was our son’s room. The view asshe walked away was fucking incredible. We had spent hours at the mall goingfrom store to store, and this was by far the sexiest, and sluttiest dress we’dfound. With massive black and red heels, black fishnets that went to herthighs, a tight little dress that had slits and slats in all the mostprovocative places, and, of course, not a single glimpse of a bra or pantiescould be seen through any of those dozen viewpoints. Top it all off with thefact that the top was low enough that a person could drown in my wife’scleavage without having to lower the top; or that they could slide their cock directly into herwaiting ass or pussy without having to take it off, and… And it was anoutfit truly made for just one thing. Our plan, was a simple one. I hadbeen begging my wife to let me watch her with another man for the better partof two years, and no real luck. Then, about a month ago, I’d been at it again,and she’d countered with “will anyone do? Because our son is a horny teenand lives right upstairs.” She was being snarky of course, but I’d almostcum in my pants when she’d brought it up. It had always been a fantasy of mine,and hearing her mention it at all had been a huge turn on. She’d said she wasgrossed out, but… Later that night, she got me off with a handjob, and as shedid, she talked about leaving me high and dry and slipping off to give our sona handjob instead. I’d cum like crazy, she’d lovedthe newfound power, and the dirty dialogue had only escalated from there. Then,one night over drinks, she’d brought it up again without being prompted, and madethe point that, while our son did walk around with a hard-on begging forrelease 24-7, he also probably wouldn’t be too keen on his dad watching himhave sex for the first time. Especially not while his partner was his dad’swife, who was, of course, also his mom.This seemed to be the death of my fantasies, but, she immediately countered with, “Now, if you could contentyourself with just… listening… on the other hand”.And so, with very little promptingfrom her, we’d hatched our plan. And now I was watching my incredibly hot, milfof a wife, walk her swaying, sexy hips up the stairs and into our son’s room.Now, I’m not exaggerating her looks. Her full cleavage, her pretty face, thoseeyes of her’s that always sparkled wickedly when she was flirting.. She was aserious, hardcore, knockout. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little slightedat how quickly my son agreed. After all, he didn’t know his dad was in on it…And, I admit, I was surprisedagain when the sounds of the seduction going well weren’t followed by the sexsounds I’d been fantasizing about all these months. I mean, I heard themtalking, and then there was kissing, and groping, and light moans… And then our son was moaning alot, and giving dirty compliments… and as the sounds began to get louder, I realizedthat I was listening to the dirtiest, noisiest, most slurp-heavy blowjob I’dever heard in my life. I mean, we’d only talked about sex, and, I know it kindof makes sense but… The shock of it was erotic in a way I can’t explain. Andknowing that my son was looking down and seeing his own mother be the one togive that blowjob made me take out my cock and start stroking it early. I hate to admit it, but when itfinally did start, I didn’t last long. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hewas seeing his own mother’s pussy spread and stretch around the head of his cock, and then takehim all in when he first pushed into her. To her credit, she was as loud,filthy, and depraved as I ever could have wanted. Though I never asked her totell him things like, how much bigger than his father he was…. Still, when Iheard her hands and knees hit that floor, and their flesh was slapping loudly,and she start screaming about how he was fucking his mommy so good. I fuckinglost it. And 30 minutes later, when they were still going at it, I came again.But this time, when I did, it was to the sound of my wife begging our son to“Cum for mommy baby. Cum all over mommy’s pretty face!”When it was all said and done, mywife administered some mild after care, told him what a good son he was and howthis would be their little secret, and then she came back around the corner andstarted back down the stairs. As she did, I could see that her dress was torn,her hair was knocked askew, and she had huge gobs of cum still running down herface, her tits, and her body. Just before she walked past, she leaned over andwhispered in my ear.“That was funfor me too. But I think next time, if you want to see our son’s cum after…your going to have to scoop it out of me.” Then she smiled, flicked my earwith the end of her tongue, and headed back to our bedroom. And for the firsttime in what had to be at least a decade, I was definitely going to cum 3 timesin one night. -- source link