Since Rob turned eighteen, he had become quite irritable and unpleasant. His mother, Betty, tried to discipline him, but she was a weak person. She asked her husband for help. The father of Rob sat him down and told him to find a girl. Teenagers need to release themselves. Rob accepted. The next day, after school, Rob sneaked up silently behind Betty while she worked at the kitchen sink and rubbed against her round backside. You can't touch me like that, Robby. Betty turned around and gently pushed her son away. I can't help it. Rob's eyes scanned his mother's curves, which were hidden in her green dress. Dad told me I had to find a beautiful girl and make her mine. Then go do that and leave me alone. Betty crossed her arms over her chest and tried to look stern. You don't understand, mom. Rob looked at her pretty eyes. You're the girl I like most. What? Betty's pale cheeks flushed with intense red. You're the only one I want. Rob took a step towards his mother and pressed against her softness. Now, Robby. Betty was frozen in place, with her backside pressed against the counter. She weakly pushed against his shoulder with her hands. This can never happen again. But she didn't say it with authority. Be my girl Rob put his hands on her back and pulled her into a hug. He lifted his head and stole an uncomfortable kiss from his mother. Soon, they were kissing in the kitchen like a pair of tortoises in passion's well. How could this happen? Betty reproached herself, but continued kissing her son. She let him explore her mouth with his tongue. It was so easy to convince her. And when he lifted her hands to her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees, she let him. He took off his pants and she reached out to caress his rigid and swollen thing. Motherhood was full of unexpected circumstances and complicated situations. But nothing had prepared her for the moment when she extended her tongue to lick head of the special device of her son's. Oh, God my mother, please... Rob looked at his sweet face.
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Betty moved her head over the magical tool of her son, her right hand caressing its length, her left hand pressed on her right buttock. After several minutes, she took it out of her mouth with a loud plop. She looked at him dazedly. Sometimes I do this with your father. It always relaxes me to put his things in my mouth. Do you want that, Robby? Yes. Rob nodded and put both hands on the back of his head. He brought her mouth closer to his cock again. Betty took her son's penis into her mouth with kindness, sucking and bouncing her head from side to side. She could feel him preparing for release. Mom... it... Rob closed his eyes, shook his hips, and released a torrent of semen down his mother's throat. Betty swallowed, doing her best to swallow the hot and salty disaster. When she finished, she withdrew her head and looked at his sweaty face: It's over, all better. She pulled up his pants, put his penis back in, and sent him to his room to do his homework. Motherhood was full of surprises.
2 After that day, the floodgates opened
Betty thought that helping Rob with her mouth that time would be enough to satisfy the 18-year-old young man. Instead, her son spoke of going out with her. That was absurd. He asked her to go back south with him. She refused. He asked for another kiss. She refused, but finally let him explore her mouth in the living room a day after classes. The two kissed on the sofa for hours, their tongues entwined and their bodies pressed against each other. The kissing sessions continued and Rob felt emboldened. He hit Betty's butt when his father wasn't looking. And he pressed himself against her butt while she was trying to prepare dinner. He even started grabbing her breasts, squeezing them and putting them through the dress, when he kissed her. Betty was a good and faithful wife, but it was hard for her to say no to her son. And Rob wanted another suck. One day, mother and son were returning home after a shopping trip to the stores. I can't take it anymore, mom. I need it. Rob looked at her from the passenger seat with eyes of pain. Do you want it that much? Right now? Betty looked at him. Her poor boy seemed so miserable. She couldn't put it off any longer. Okay, but we'll have to be quick. She turned the car onto a side street and parked in an empty alleyway. How had she ended up here? She leaned over and pulled his penis out of his pants. She leaned over even more and took it into her mouth. When he came, she swallowed everything. Betty sucked him off again and again, swallowing one load after another. Every day... After school, she would kneel down in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, Rob's bedroom, garage, study, and even their shared bedroom. Not even that was enough for the young man. One day, while Betty lovingly licked her son's tool in the kitchen, Rob stood her up and made her spin around. I need more, mom. He turned her around and lifted her skirt around her waist. He pulled down her panties. No, Robby. This is going too far. Betty said the right words, but she took off her panties and opened her legs a little. She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall. You can't do this. Dad told me to find a girl. Rob stood behind her, wearing only his sweater. He looked at her marvelous and rounded ass. You're my girl, mom. Robby, please. Your father... oh, my... you're really going to... She felt the penis sliding in there. A little lower, sweetie. It was so easy to convince him. Thanks, mom. Rob had trouble finding his entrance. He lowered his penis and slid it inside. He put his hands on her hips and took a good rhythm. The sounds of Betty's moans, grunts, and Oh-mi-Gods drove Rob crazy. She coupled with her mother from behind for over an hour. Not inside, Robby. Betty was a sweaty disaster. She looked over her shoulder at her handsome son. She realized she was getting close. Alright. Rob pulled out and deposited his heaviest load yet into her ass. When he finished, Betty straightened up and turned around. I'm going to go wash myself. Now go finish your homework before your father gets home. Betty rushed off to the laundry room to avoid staining her dress. Rob smiled, his mind already contemplating the next coupling.
After that time when Betty let Rob ride her, he asked for more of the same every day. Betty rejected him, but offered to satisfy him with her mouth instead. And so the blowjobs continued, but she managed to keep her 18-year-old son out of her underwear. Betty lost count of how many times her son had sucked her throat. So much salty and dirty semen. One Friday night, Betty's husband told her he was going out to drink with his friends. Betty was looking forward to a special night with her husband, wanting to rekindle some magic in their bedroom. But he left. What's up, mom? Rob found her lying on the sofa. Your dad went out to drink with his friends. Betty sat down with a scowl. Cheer up Rob sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. Let's go to the movies. Then Betty took them to the drive-in movie theater The Seven Year Itch. This is fun. Rob passed her popcorn from the passenger seat. The movie had just started. Why don't we go to the back? It'll be more comfortable. I don't think so, Robby. That's what a boy does with his girlfriend. Betty shook her pretty blonde head. You're my girl. Rob got into the backseat of the car. That's why you always jump on top of me. Right? Now come here. Betty blushed. It was so easy to convince her. She carefully stood up and sat down behind Rob in the backseat, leaning against his Shoulder for a while. Looking down, he could see the camping store in his pants, waiting for him. 'Robby? Do you want me to take care of it?' 'Yes'. Rob watched him take off his pants and boxers. 'You're especially big tonight, sweetie'. Betty grabbed him firmly, her left hand on her left ball, her right hand caressing his erection. She lowered her mouth in the dark car and moved her head up and down. The car filled with the sounds of their sips and gags. A little later, she pulled out her load and swallowed it. 'Thanks, Mom'. Rob sighed. He had completely forgotten about Marilyn Monroe on the big screen. 'But we still have some time left in the movie'. Betty looked at him with very open eyes. 'Or what?' 'Yes, but not that'. Rob lifted her onto his lap. He raised her dress and took off her panties. He unbuttoned the top of her dress and lowered her bra, leaving her magnificent breasts exposed. 'I'm still telling you, Robby, we can't', Betty said. She looked at his hard device while moving between her legs. 'Ugh', she said stupidly as he put it in. Despite her words, she was wet and comfortable. Betty couldn't help herself; her hips swayed and let him go deep inside her. She couldn't get him to listen. Never. Twenty minutes later, she could say he was close. 'Not inside, Robby', she said weakly. 'Sorry... Mom'. Rob growled like an animal and unleashed a torrent inside her. Later, Betty took them home in silence, with semen dripping from her panties. Her mind was at war, equally satisfied and guilty. She wondered what Rob would do next.
4 There are many problems when opening Pandora's box. One problem, Betty discovered, is that once the thing is opened, it's almost impossible to close it. And so, on Sunday morning before church, while her husband played golf, Betty yielded again to her eighteen-year-old son. They put... Robby, please... Betty offered a weak resistance, as Rob was already dressed in his best Sunday attire, but Rob wanted to get rid of it. He took off the dress. If you're going to do this, we have to use one of your father's condoms. She melted a little when Rob leaned down to give her a kiss. Rob broke the kiss and took off the dress over her head. Well, mom. But you have to put it on. Okay, sweetie. With only her high heels, panties, and bra, Betty ran upstairs. We have to hurry. I want us to be ready for church when your father gets home. She headed to her bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. She hoped her husband wouldn't notice that one of the condoms was missing while she opened the package I love seeing your ass while you run. Rob followed her into the bedroom. I could watch that all day. Rob dropped his jacket on the floor. He threw off his pants and underwear behind him. His cock bobbed just below his shirt and tie. You have such a wide and round butt, mom. Oh, God, Robby. Betty blushed, approached her son, and knelt down. Don't say those things. She carefully wrapped the condom around Rob's erect penis. It barely fit his large organ. Leave the bra on. I want to see your tits. Rob smiled as he saw her breasts emerge from their confinement. A few minutes later, Betty found herself on all fours in her marital bed with Rob moaning behind her. Not so... 000hhhh not so hard, Robby. You're too big. She thought about her husband. Was he at the ass 15 right now? The 16? She wondered how she could be so oblivious to something so monumental as her surrender to her son. You're my girl, mom. Don't complain. He gave her a slap on the butt and excitedly responded to her little cry. Dad has lost you. Now you're mine. Rob grabbed his horse's booty and pulled her hair. No, Betty screamed. I love... your father. She marveled at... The way Rob handled her. Everything he wanted, Betty gave him. She felt Rob's penis deeply inside her and her orgasm was approaching.
Good. Rob slapped her white rear again. But you're a better mother than wife.
This made Betty reach the limit. With Rob in complete control, she screamed a massive climax.
You can be my girl and his girl. The semen of Rob agitated in his balls. He was close. I don't care. He released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands.
She convulsed and discharged into the overloaded condom.
When he finished, he withdrew from her and looked at the inflated prophylactic. What do I do with the condom? He removed it and entered Betty's bathroom. Leave it on a paper towel there. Betty turned onto her side, pleasure still coursing through her. I'll take care of it. We can't let your father find a used condom.
Rob did as instructed and got dressed again. Betty slowly redressed, disposed of the condom, and prepared to go to church.
By the time her husband returned, they were ready for Sunday service.
5 The slippery slopes drag someone down. Betty found herself slipping. Her 18-year-old son Rob had pushed her into a licentious descent, and now she couldn't find traction. The housewife didn't know where the bottom of this pit of lust was, but she knew she was heading there. One of Betty's stops on her descent was at the five-and-ten-cent store to buy an extra-large box of condoms. Her husband's condoms barely contained Rob's penis, so they needed more protection. Besides, Rob's father would surely miss his condoms if Rob used too many. Betty paid the shopkeeper with a deep blush on her cheeks and hurried home before school ended.
Several hours later, Betty found herself naked, facing away, with her legs open to the air. She was in the her son's room, looking at the ceiling, while Rob punished her vagina with long and powerful strokes. Around her, on Rob's bed, lay packages of broken condoms and used rubbers. Rob had taken her to his room as soon as he got home and hadn't stopped having sex with her since then. Your father... will be home... uh uh uh... soon. Betty couldn't believe that her son could keep going like this. She wondered if she would let him leave his penis inside her for 24 hours a day if she let him. We have to... 0000hhhhh ... clean up, Robby. I need... The large breasts of Betty were shaking and moving from side to side on her chest with each thrust. ...to make dinner. Just a little more, Mom. Rob moved her legs over his shoulders to get some additional leverage. Now are you my girl? Is this my pussy? Betty shook her head and turned away from her son to look at one of the posters on her wall. There was a smiling cowboy on a horse with an Indian woman riding beside him. It was from some movie that Rob liked, but she still wondered if that Indian had given herself to that cowboy like Betty was giving herself to Rob. Dad doesn't deserve your pussy. Rob stopped his hips and pressed his cock all the way inside her, holding her there. You should be all mine. Share with your... father. Betty's eyes went blank when she felt him moving his organs inside her. You shouldn't share yourself completely with Dad. Rob got out of her, grabbed her right hip and put it face down. He took off the condom and threw it behind him. His cock was slippery with semen. He brought her legs together and touched her ass with his head. Has your father ever done this to you here? No, Betty screamed. No one had ever put their thing in her backside before. This will be my hole then. Rob slid several inches into her backside. He watched as she tensed her back and grabbed the sheet with both hands. hands. I should have a hole that's all mine. Do you mind? Yes... Robby. So tight. Betty was so easy to convince. At first, she felt pain, but that changed quickly when Rob slid deeper into her. Several minutes later, her hips were bouncing on the bed as Rob gave it to her from behind. Her screams filled the house. Take it for yourself, Robby. Take my ass, she howled. After Rob finished, Betty stumbled towards the door, holding her clothes behind her to catch the semen dripping from her backside. Clean those condoms and change the sheet, she said in a trembling voice. She stopped at the door and leaned against the frame. Don't let your father see them in the trash. Of course, Mom. Rob, with his cock finally deflated, picked up the used condoms from the bed. I'm going to clean myself and prepare dinner. Betty walked down the hallway on shaky legs.
6 Years ago, Betty hadn't played cowboys and Indians with her 18-year-old son Rob. But one day, when he came home from school, that's what she wanted to do. She asked him to find that old Halloween costume he used to wear when they went trick-or-treating when he was little. Betty said she didn't know where it was and probably wouldn't fit him anymore. But Rob insisted, and Betty ended up going to look for it. It was so easy to convince her. Later, she entered his room. Rob was waiting, dressed as a cowboy, with his hat on his head.
What do you think, Robby? Betty turned around to her son. She wore a deer skin dress with rings hanging from the sleeves and sides. She had a leather diadem with a feather sticking out of her red hair. And she had painted horizontal black stripes on her cheeks like war paint. It's perfect, Mom. Rob's cock immediately became hard as a rock. Now, how do you want to play? Betty smiled, ready to have some healthy fun with her son for a change. Could I pretend I'm in an attack group? Or We could just pass the time on the ranch? I had something else in mind. Rob took off his chaparreras and pants and stroked his cock. Oh. Betty's smile disappeared and her eyes focused on that wide penis. It was sexy to see Rob in his cowboy outfit. Now I see. Well, then it will be better if you get your condoms. Betty approached her nightstand. No. Rob observed her ass swaying under the disguise. Indians and cowboys didn't use condoms. But... Betty opened the drawer and put her hand in, but her hand stopped before grabbing the box. Don't worry. Cum in my ass. Rob stood up, walked behind her, and lifted her dress. Indians didn't wear underwear, mom. Rob took off her underwear and threw it behind him. Ten minutes later, Betty was holding the nightstand, leaning and looking at the unopened condom box in the open drawer. Her deer hide dress was bulging around her hips. She thought about how good it felt to have her son's bare penis inside her and groaned during her third orgasm of the afternoon. She had already let him come in her vagina, but she couldn't let it become a habit. My... ass... Robby. No... my vagina. Even as she said the words, she kept pushing her hips towards him. Of course, mom. Rob pulled out of her pussy and put his slippery cock in her ass. O0000000hhhhh. Betty felt Rob pulling down her dress and her tits flying out. At least... uh uh... you don't wear a bra. Indians didn't... wear bras. Rob grabbed her left breast with his right hand and her left hip with his left. So ... tight ... Mom. He loved that hole she didn't have to share with her father. Here... it's coming. Rob let out a torrent of semen in her ass. R0000bbbbyyyyyy. Betty shuddered and took his semen. She had told her husband when they got married that she would never do anal sex. But she was already used to having Rob She appeared there. Betty looked at Rob's cowboy poster and imagined that Indian woman surrendering to that rough rider again. 'Thank you, mom. That was the best Cowboys and Indians game in history.' Rob got out of her with a plop. 'You're welcome, Robby.' Betty straightened up and put her dress back on its place. 'Maybe we can do it again sometime.' She turned around, gave Rob a kiss on the cheek, and went to put her dress back on.
Betty started noticing she had two husbands. There was the neglectful one who didn't see his son's antics. And there was her 18-year-old son, Rob. She found herself doing more wifely duties for Rob than for her real husband. As Rob's demands increased, Betty's other responsibilities fell behind. She wondered when her husband would notice.
One afternoon during the school week, like typical days off from college, Betty found herself naked in her son's room. She mounted her son from behind, with his cowboy hat on her head. Her clothes were scattered all over Rob's floor. And Rob's penis was deeply buried in her ass. 'Yeeeehaaaawwww, ride the cowgirl.' Rob slapped Betty's right buttock and watched her stumble.
'Don't do that, Robby.' Betty looked at him over his shoulder, her face flushed. Could she say it secretly pleased her? 'I'm your mother and you have to show me some respect.' Her hips continued moving.
'Come on, mom.' Rob laughed and slapped her ass again. 'It's clear you like it. And you have the most incredible ass.' Rob reached his arms around and pulled them back. He put his hands on her butt.
'Um, thanks, sweetie. I suppose.' Betty's blush deepened. She felt her butt with her fingers. Each globe was round, firm, and deliciously flexible. 'I guess I have a good butt.'
'Yes, you do.' Rob looked at the left cheek of her ass and observed the wedding ring pressed into her skin. 'Slap it.' He loved the way...' she moved her hips over him, forward and backward with a small sway. Before turning her into his girl, he would never have imagined that his mother could move like this.
Forward, give her a slap.
Betty denied with her head and looked
forward, still holding onto her butt with her hands.
Forward. Rob pulled his left hand out of his back pocket
and turned it around again to slap her.
Like that.
Oh, Betty let out a small scream. Her hips accelerated. She felt him lift up his right hand
and give her a palm down. Ooh. She looked at her beautiful and round toes.
When had her son grown up? It was...
probably the moment when he convinced her to do her first blow job. Betty
hit her own butt without help and said felt how his Iuscious was stumbling. 'Is that so?' He did it again and the slap reverberated around Rob's room. Betty couldn't believe he was doing this, but after all, she was such a wimp. 'That is... perfect'. Rob observed the waves extending from his slaps. Oh, his father was really losing it. 'You're my... cowgirl mom. Now... I'm going to come cowgirl.' 'Do it, Robby'. Betty slapped his ass again and pushed him back, guiding his penis deeply into her. She took his semen in her anus for the second time that afternoon. Thanks to Menos mal that she had given him access to her ass, because in the last days the boy had refused to use the condoms she had gotten him Menos mal that she had given him access to her ass, because in the last days the boy had refused to use the condoms she had gotten for him. Betty leaned forward, put her hands on Rob's thighs and said Rob's thighs and jadeed while trying to recover his breath.
'Eres... la mejor, mamá'. Rob gave her a final slap on the ass. He enjoyed the red mark left by his hand on her pale cheek.
I want to try that next time I'm in your pussy.
Now, Robby. Betty got off him and started picking up her clothes from the floor.
Don't you want me to get pregnant? The idea of Rob's sperm meeting her ovum produced a secret electric excitement. But she was a good mother and almost always faithful wife. That could never happen.
Yes, of course, mom. Rob, naked on his bed, put his hands behind his head and sighed. He would change his opinion about the availability of his pussy. After all, he couldn't say no to his son.
Once you've given a part of yourself to something, it's quite difficult to keep the rest. And Betty had almost completely surrendered to her 18-year-old son, Rob. The former faithful housewife, sitting naked and on all fours on her son's bed, looked at her white knuckles. Sweat dripped onto the sheet as she growled while Rob scratched her ass from behind. They'd been like that since Rob got home from school and it was getting dark. She needed to make dinner before her husband came home.
Robby, are you there? Her husband called out from the bedroom door. Have you seen your mom? It was too late. Betty's eyes widened like plates as she looked over her shoulder at Rob. I'm here, dad. Rob slowed his hips and looked down while his cock slid slowly in the hole of his mother's ass. I don't know where it is. Did she go shopping? His gaze directed to her eyes and winked at him. Her car is here. The door handle sounded when Rob's father shook it. What are you doing in there? I had a big exam today. Rob could notice, by the look of panic on Betty's face, that she wanted him to stop his hips completely, but he felt slow and constant was good. He squeezed his fingers around the soft flesh around his hips and held her with force. I'm trying to take a nap. Maybe mom went for a walk? Maybe, grumbled Rob's father. Anyway, I have to go back to the office tonight. When you see your mother, tell her I'll be late home. Sleep well. Thanks, dad. Rob waited for a while, slowly caressing in and out of his mother. Then he withdrew, went to the door, opened it and listened. She's gone. He returned to the bed and took Betty's hand. That was very close, Robby. She let him pull her off the bed, followed him down the hallway and then to his bedroom. She held her breasts with one arm to avoid them from swaying. We should stop. Let him push her onto her marital bed. She rolled over on her back and automatically opened her legs. Never going to stop, mom. Rob got between her legs and put his cock in the pussy. Good... 000hhhhh If you're going to do it there, you need a condom. She accepted his thrusts. I was thinking... Rob found a good rhythm. He put both hands on her breasts to make leverage. With dad out tonight, we have a perfect opportunity for romance. Maybe light some candles. Do something special. But... eh... dinner... Robby. Betty grunted when he touched deep places inside her that his father never had. What would be really... special, mom, is if you... ah ah ah... had my... baby. Rob leaned in and kissed her beautiful lips, making her Language around his own ones. She returned the kiss with passion. He broke off the kiss and looked at her eyes. Now you're my girl, and you'll have my baby. No... Robby... we can't... But who did she want to deceive, she knew she would leave him. It was so easy to convince. Minutes later, Rob growled his first orgasm of the night in her pussy. Thirty minutes after that, he erupted in her vagina for the second time. And an hour and a half later, he splashed his entrails for the third time. By then, she was on top of her son, cradling his head against her breasts. Good boy, Robby. Let it out, Betty purred. Her vagina trembled around his long cock. When her husband came home, Betty was showered, changed, and deeply asleep in their marital bed. And her belly was full of Rob's potent seed.
11 Months passed and Betty gave herself to her 18-year-old son again and again. She became obsessed with having a baby and, indeed, Betty's stomach began to swell. She convinced her husband it was his. But, of course, she knew it was Rob's. And Rob mocked her without ceasing that he was carrying his own grandson. The graduation ceremony arrived and the husband made mother and son pose together for a photo. Rob and Betty had big smiles on their faces. Rob's Oxford cap was slightly tilted to one side with the tassel hanging from his left ear. Betty's belly was clearly visible under her dress as she pulled her son strongly towards her side. After the ceremony, the husband returned to work after telling Rob he was proud of him and all he had to do was find a girl. Rob smiled at that and Betty blushed. I suppose you'll go celebrate with your friends now. Betty stood beside Rob as she watched her husband leave the school parking lot. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere, Robby? No, mom. Rob looked around then gave a quick slap on her round rear. I'll see my friends later. I want to celebrate with you tonight. He linked his arm with hers and accompanied her to the car waiting for them. Is it really? Betty couldn't erase the smile from her face. What's your plan? Do you remember the time we went to a drive-in? Rob approached to whisper in her ear. That was... Betty blushed profusely. The first time you did it... in my... you know what. Let's do it again. Rob opened the driver's side door and held it for his mother. First, burgers. Okay. Betty leaned over her stomach as she got into the driver's seat. Later that night, they sat in the backseat of Betty's car while the movie started. The front seat was full of hamburger wrappers and paper cups from their milkshakes. How would you like to celebrate, Robby? Betty lifted her dress up to her waist and took off her underwear. I'm going to celebrate with your pussy, mom. Rob lifted her onto his lap so they could both face the movie screen. But as they entered it, neither of them was really watching Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint. Your father will be wondering where we are. Betty balanced her wide hips in small circles. She threw her dress over her head so she only had a bra on. Her round belly seemed obscene as it moved with her movements. We should have left a... 00000hhhhhh ... note. You're my girl, mom. Rob surrounded her and pulled down the cups of her bra to grab her growing breasts. You have my baby inside you. He pulled her breasts up and down so they bounced on his cock. Dad can take care of himself. You're right. The fog of pleasure clouded Betty's mind. She didn't even reprimand Rob for his language. She bounced quickly. She knew the car must have been swaying, but no one would notice that at the drive-in. After that, Rob exploded in her vagina, and she... she lost herself in her own orgasm. Turn around. Rob took off his bra and helped his naked mother turn towards him without pulling out his still hard cock from her pussy. He loved how her pregnant curves pressed against his slender chest. She rode him with force, cooing and growling. The couple continued until the movie ended. After that, Betty took them home, with semen dripping in their panties. She wondered what excuse she would tell her husband. Maybe she'd say they went to eat hamburgers and watch a movie. She'd omit the part where her son was now the owner of her pussy.
Your father is playing golf, Robby. Should we...? You know. Betty found her 18-year-old son reading comics in his room. He was already wet thinking about what they could do that day. Yes, mom. Rob looked at his beautiful mother with a smile. Cowboys and Indians? I think that costume no longer fits me well. Betty cradled her pregnant belly through her dress. It doesn't matter. Rob smiled and went to put on the cowboy costume. Okay, sweetie. Betty went to find her Indian costume. She put on the deer skin, but couldn't pass her swollen belly. Oh, good. She sighed, painted her cheeks with mascara and put a feather in her red hair. She left her panties on because the Native American consumption didn't go beyond her breasts and she felt quite exposed. She found Rob in his room waiting for her, looking attractive in his cowboy costume. You're very handsome, Robby. You're incredible, mom. Rob stood up and took off his chaps. What would dad say if he saw you like this? Betty blushed and looked down at the carpet. Do me a favor. Rob's smile widened as he pulled out his cock from his underwear. I want you to sleep with dad tonight and wear that outfit. Rob laughed. Tell me what dad says when he sees you. I thought you didn't like sharing me with your father. Betty stood up, playing with her wedding ring. It'll be worth it. Rob. se approached her and rubbed the precum from his cock directly onto her round belly. 'I can't wait until you have my baby, mom.' 'Your father is playing golf, Robby. Should we...? You know.' Betty found her 18-year-old son reading comics in his room. She was already wet thinking about what they could do that day. 'Yes, mom.' Rob looked at his beautiful mother with a smile. 'Cowboys and Indians?' 'I think that costume no longer fits me well.' Betty cradled her pregnant belly through her dress. 'It doesn't matter.' Rob smiled and went to put on the cowboy outfit. 'Okay, sweetheart.' Betty went to look for her Indian costume. She put on the deer skin, but couldn't pass her swollen belly. Oh, good. She sighed, painted her cheeks with eyeliner, and put a feather in her blonde hair. She left her panties on because the Indian costume didn't go past her breasts and she felt quite exposed. She found Rob waiting for her in his room, looking attractive in his cowboy outfit. 'You're very handsome, Robby.' 'You're incredible, mom.' Rob stood up and took off his cowboy hat. 'What would dad say if he saw you like this?' Betty blushed and looked down at the carpet. 'Do me a favor.' Rob's smile widened as he pulled out his cock from his underwear. 'I want you to sleep with dad tonight and wear that outfit.' Rob laughed. 'Tell me what dad says when he sees you.' 'I thought you didn't like sharing me with your father.' Betty stood up, playing with her wedding ring. 'It will be worth it.' Rob approached her and rubbed the precum from his cock directly onto her round belly. 'I can't wait until you have my baby, mom.' 'Let's not talk about that.' The redness of Betty intensified. 'How do you want me?' 'Well, Indians didn't wear panties, remember?' Rob took off her panties. 'Today I'm going to take your ass. If dad dares with your pussy later, I'll take what he can't have.' Rob pulled her towards his bed. 'Good, Robby.' Betty rode him. She spat on his...
Hand, she got under her and guided him towards her ass. 'Oh, God. So... so... big'. She bounced on his device for a long time, moaning and screaming. Finally, Rob pulled her away, grabbed her hair, and brought her mouth to his penis. Betty didn't like going directly from the ass to a blow job, but she couldn't say no to Rob. It was so easy to convince him. 'That's... Mom... I'm...' Rob trembled and pulled her mouth away to spray her face. A shot after shot of hot semen hit Betty's face. She closed her eyes and took it like always. When he finished, his facial paint ran down her cheeks and she wiped the sperm from her eyes with the back of her hand. 'I hope you didn't stain the dress. How was that, Robby?' 'It was incredible. Much better than stupid golf. Dad is an idiot'. 'Be kind to your father, Robert'. It was hard to be severe with semen on your face, but Betty did what she could. 'I'm being kind to him'. Rob smiled. 'I'm making sure he has some sex tonight'. Betty sighed. 'You're right, Robby'. She got back onto Rob's lap and slid his penis into her vagina. 'More?' She didn't wait for him to respond. She knew from experience that he could come and go.
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Betty moved her head over the magical tool of her son, her right hand caressing its length, her left hand pressed on her right buttock. After several minutes, she took it out of her mouth with a loud plop. She looked at him dazedly. Sometimes I do this with your father. It always relaxes me to put his things in my mouth. Do you want that, Robby? Yes. Rob nodded and put both hands on the back of his head. He brought her mouth closer to his cock again. Betty took her son's penis into her mouth with kindness, sucking and bouncing her head from side to side. She could feel him preparing for release. Mom... it... Rob closed his eyes, shook his hips, and released a torrent of semen down his mother's throat. Betty swallowed, doing her best to swallow the hot and salty disaster. When she finished, she withdrew her head and looked at his sweaty face: It's over, all better. She pulled up his pants, put his penis back in, and sent him to his room to do his homework. Motherhood was full of surprises.
2 After that day, the floodgates opened
Betty thought that helping Rob with her mouth that time would be enough to satisfy the 18-year-old young man. Instead, her son spoke of going out with her. That was absurd. He asked her to go back south with him. She refused. He asked for another kiss. She refused, but finally let him explore her mouth in the living room a day after classes. The two kissed on the sofa for hours, their tongues entwined and their bodies pressed against each other. The kissing sessions continued and Rob felt emboldened. He hit Betty's butt when his father wasn't looking. And he pressed himself against her butt while she was trying to prepare dinner. He even started grabbing her breasts, squeezing them and putting them through the dress, when he kissed her. Betty was a good and faithful wife, but it was hard for her to say no to her son. And Rob wanted another suck. One day, mother and son were returning home after a shopping trip to the stores. I can't take it anymore, mom. I need it. Rob looked at her from the passenger seat with eyes of pain. Do you want it that much? Right now? Betty looked at him. Her poor boy seemed so miserable. She couldn't put it off any longer. Okay, but we'll have to be quick. She turned the car onto a side street and parked in an empty alleyway. How had she ended up here? She leaned over and pulled his penis out of his pants. She leaned over even more and took it into her mouth. When he came, she swallowed everything. Betty sucked him off again and again, swallowing one load after another. Every day... After school, she would kneel down in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, Rob's bedroom, garage, study, and even their shared bedroom. Not even that was enough for the young man. One day, while Betty lovingly licked her son's tool in the kitchen, Rob stood her up and made her spin around. I need more, mom. He turned her around and lifted her skirt around her waist. He pulled down her panties. No, Robby. This is going too far. Betty said the right words, but she took off her panties and opened her legs a little. She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall. You can't do this. Dad told me to find a girl. Rob stood behind her, wearing only his sweater. He looked at her marvelous and rounded ass. You're my girl, mom. Robby, please. Your father... oh, my... you're really going to... She felt the penis sliding in there. A little lower, sweetie. It was so easy to convince him. Thanks, mom. Rob had trouble finding his entrance. He lowered his penis and slid it inside. He put his hands on her hips and took a good rhythm. The sounds of Betty's moans, grunts, and Oh-mi-Gods drove Rob crazy. She coupled with her mother from behind for over an hour. Not inside, Robby. Betty was a sweaty disaster. She looked over her shoulder at her handsome son. She realized she was getting close. Alright. Rob pulled out and deposited his heaviest load yet into her ass. When he finished, Betty straightened up and turned around. I'm going to go wash myself. Now go finish your homework before your father gets home. Betty rushed off to the laundry room to avoid staining her dress. Rob smiled, his mind already contemplating the next coupling.
After that time when Betty let Rob ride her, he asked for more of the same every day. Betty rejected him, but offered to satisfy him with her mouth instead. And so the blowjobs continued, but she managed to keep her 18-year-old son out of her underwear. Betty lost count of how many times her son had sucked her throat. So much salty and dirty semen. One Friday night, Betty's husband told her he was going out to drink with his friends. Betty was looking forward to a special night with her husband, wanting to rekindle some magic in their bedroom. But he left. What's up, mom? Rob found her lying on the sofa. Your dad went out to drink with his friends. Betty sat down with a scowl. Cheer up Rob sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. Let's go to the movies. Then Betty took them to the drive-in movie theater The Seven Year Itch. This is fun. Rob passed her popcorn from the passenger seat. The movie had just started. Why don't we go to the back? It'll be more comfortable. I don't think so, Robby. That's what a boy does with his girlfriend. Betty shook her pretty blonde head. You're my girl. Rob got into the backseat of the car. That's why you always jump on top of me. Right? Now come here. Betty blushed. It was so easy to convince her. She carefully stood up and sat down behind Rob in the backseat, leaning against his Shoulder for a while. Looking down, he could see the camping store in his pants, waiting for him. 'Robby? Do you want me to take care of it?' 'Yes'. Rob watched him take off his pants and boxers. 'You're especially big tonight, sweetie'. Betty grabbed him firmly, her left hand on her left ball, her right hand caressing his erection. She lowered her mouth in the dark car and moved her head up and down. The car filled with the sounds of their sips and gags. A little later, she pulled out her load and swallowed it. 'Thanks, Mom'. Rob sighed. He had completely forgotten about Marilyn Monroe on the big screen. 'But we still have some time left in the movie'. Betty looked at him with very open eyes. 'Or what?' 'Yes, but not that'. Rob lifted her onto his lap. He raised her dress and took off her panties. He unbuttoned the top of her dress and lowered her bra, leaving her magnificent breasts exposed. 'I'm still telling you, Robby, we can't', Betty said. She looked at his hard device while moving between her legs. 'Ugh', she said stupidly as he put it in. Despite her words, she was wet and comfortable. Betty couldn't help herself; her hips swayed and let him go deep inside her. She couldn't get him to listen. Never. Twenty minutes later, she could say he was close. 'Not inside, Robby', she said weakly. 'Sorry... Mom'. Rob growled like an animal and unleashed a torrent inside her. Later, Betty took them home in silence, with semen dripping from her panties. Her mind was at war, equally satisfied and guilty. She wondered what Rob would do next.
4 There are many problems when opening Pandora's box. One problem, Betty discovered, is that once the thing is opened, it's almost impossible to close it. And so, on Sunday morning before church, while her husband played golf, Betty yielded again to her eighteen-year-old son. They put... Robby, please... Betty offered a weak resistance, as Rob was already dressed in his best Sunday attire, but Rob wanted to get rid of it. He took off the dress. If you're going to do this, we have to use one of your father's condoms. She melted a little when Rob leaned down to give her a kiss. Rob broke the kiss and took off the dress over her head. Well, mom. But you have to put it on. Okay, sweetie. With only her high heels, panties, and bra, Betty ran upstairs. We have to hurry. I want us to be ready for church when your father gets home. She headed to her bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. She hoped her husband wouldn't notice that one of the condoms was missing while she opened the package I love seeing your ass while you run. Rob followed her into the bedroom. I could watch that all day. Rob dropped his jacket on the floor. He threw off his pants and underwear behind him. His cock bobbed just below his shirt and tie. You have such a wide and round butt, mom. Oh, God, Robby. Betty blushed, approached her son, and knelt down. Don't say those things. She carefully wrapped the condom around Rob's erect penis. It barely fit his large organ. Leave the bra on. I want to see your tits. Rob smiled as he saw her breasts emerge from their confinement. A few minutes later, Betty found herself on all fours in her marital bed with Rob moaning behind her. Not so... 000hhhh not so hard, Robby. You're too big. She thought about her husband. Was he at the ass 15 right now? The 16? She wondered how she could be so oblivious to something so monumental as her surrender to her son. You're my girl, mom. Don't complain. He gave her a slap on the butt and excitedly responded to her little cry. Dad has lost you. Now you're mine. Rob grabbed his horse's booty and pulled her hair. No, Betty screamed. I love... your father. She marveled at... The way Rob handled her. Everything he wanted, Betty gave him. She felt Rob's penis deeply inside her and her orgasm was approaching.
Good. Rob slapped her white rear again. But you're a better mother than wife.
This made Betty reach the limit. With Rob in complete control, she screamed a massive climax.
You can be my girl and his girl. The semen of Rob agitated in his balls. He was close. I don't care. He released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands.
She convulsed and discharged into the overloaded condom.
When he finished, he withdrew from her and looked at the inflated prophylactic. What do I do with the condom? He removed it and entered Betty's bathroom. Leave it on a paper towel there. Betty turned onto her side, pleasure still coursing through her. I'll take care of it. We can't let your father find a used condom.
Rob did as instructed and got dressed again. Betty slowly redressed, disposed of the condom, and prepared to go to church.
By the time her husband returned, they were ready for Sunday service.
5 The slippery slopes drag someone down. Betty found herself slipping. Her 18-year-old son Rob had pushed her into a licentious descent, and now she couldn't find traction. The housewife didn't know where the bottom of this pit of lust was, but she knew she was heading there. One of Betty's stops on her descent was at the five-and-ten-cent store to buy an extra-large box of condoms. Her husband's condoms barely contained Rob's penis, so they needed more protection. Besides, Rob's father would surely miss his condoms if Rob used too many. Betty paid the shopkeeper with a deep blush on her cheeks and hurried home before school ended.
Several hours later, Betty found herself naked, facing away, with her legs open to the air. She was in the her son's room, looking at the ceiling, while Rob punished her vagina with long and powerful strokes. Around her, on Rob's bed, lay packages of broken condoms and used rubbers. Rob had taken her to his room as soon as he got home and hadn't stopped having sex with her since then. Your father... will be home... uh uh uh... soon. Betty couldn't believe that her son could keep going like this. She wondered if she would let him leave his penis inside her for 24 hours a day if she let him. We have to... 0000hhhhh ... clean up, Robby. I need... The large breasts of Betty were shaking and moving from side to side on her chest with each thrust. ...to make dinner. Just a little more, Mom. Rob moved her legs over his shoulders to get some additional leverage. Now are you my girl? Is this my pussy? Betty shook her head and turned away from her son to look at one of the posters on her wall. There was a smiling cowboy on a horse with an Indian woman riding beside him. It was from some movie that Rob liked, but she still wondered if that Indian had given herself to that cowboy like Betty was giving herself to Rob. Dad doesn't deserve your pussy. Rob stopped his hips and pressed his cock all the way inside her, holding her there. You should be all mine. Share with your... father. Betty's eyes went blank when she felt him moving his organs inside her. You shouldn't share yourself completely with Dad. Rob got out of her, grabbed her right hip and put it face down. He took off the condom and threw it behind him. His cock was slippery with semen. He brought her legs together and touched her ass with his head. Has your father ever done this to you here? No, Betty screamed. No one had ever put their thing in her backside before. This will be my hole then. Rob slid several inches into her backside. He watched as she tensed her back and grabbed the sheet with both hands. hands. I should have a hole that's all mine. Do you mind? Yes... Robby. So tight. Betty was so easy to convince. At first, she felt pain, but that changed quickly when Rob slid deeper into her. Several minutes later, her hips were bouncing on the bed as Rob gave it to her from behind. Her screams filled the house. Take it for yourself, Robby. Take my ass, she howled. After Rob finished, Betty stumbled towards the door, holding her clothes behind her to catch the semen dripping from her backside. Clean those condoms and change the sheet, she said in a trembling voice. She stopped at the door and leaned against the frame. Don't let your father see them in the trash. Of course, Mom. Rob, with his cock finally deflated, picked up the used condoms from the bed. I'm going to clean myself and prepare dinner. Betty walked down the hallway on shaky legs.
6 Years ago, Betty hadn't played cowboys and Indians with her 18-year-old son Rob. But one day, when he came home from school, that's what she wanted to do. She asked him to find that old Halloween costume he used to wear when they went trick-or-treating when he was little. Betty said she didn't know where it was and probably wouldn't fit him anymore. But Rob insisted, and Betty ended up going to look for it. It was so easy to convince her. Later, she entered his room. Rob was waiting, dressed as a cowboy, with his hat on his head.
What do you think, Robby? Betty turned around to her son. She wore a deer skin dress with rings hanging from the sleeves and sides. She had a leather diadem with a feather sticking out of her red hair. And she had painted horizontal black stripes on her cheeks like war paint. It's perfect, Mom. Rob's cock immediately became hard as a rock. Now, how do you want to play? Betty smiled, ready to have some healthy fun with her son for a change. Could I pretend I'm in an attack group? Or We could just pass the time on the ranch? I had something else in mind. Rob took off his chaparreras and pants and stroked his cock. Oh. Betty's smile disappeared and her eyes focused on that wide penis. It was sexy to see Rob in his cowboy outfit. Now I see. Well, then it will be better if you get your condoms. Betty approached her nightstand. No. Rob observed her ass swaying under the disguise. Indians and cowboys didn't use condoms. But... Betty opened the drawer and put her hand in, but her hand stopped before grabbing the box. Don't worry. Cum in my ass. Rob stood up, walked behind her, and lifted her dress. Indians didn't wear underwear, mom. Rob took off her underwear and threw it behind him. Ten minutes later, Betty was holding the nightstand, leaning and looking at the unopened condom box in the open drawer. Her deer hide dress was bulging around her hips. She thought about how good it felt to have her son's bare penis inside her and groaned during her third orgasm of the afternoon. She had already let him come in her vagina, but she couldn't let it become a habit. My... ass... Robby. No... my vagina. Even as she said the words, she kept pushing her hips towards him. Of course, mom. Rob pulled out of her pussy and put his slippery cock in her ass. O0000000hhhhh. Betty felt Rob pulling down her dress and her tits flying out. At least... uh uh... you don't wear a bra. Indians didn't... wear bras. Rob grabbed her left breast with his right hand and her left hip with his left. So ... tight ... Mom. He loved that hole she didn't have to share with her father. Here... it's coming. Rob let out a torrent of semen in her ass. R0000bbbbyyyyyy. Betty shuddered and took his semen. She had told her husband when they got married that she would never do anal sex. But she was already used to having Rob She appeared there. Betty looked at Rob's cowboy poster and imagined that Indian woman surrendering to that rough rider again. 'Thank you, mom. That was the best Cowboys and Indians game in history.' Rob got out of her with a plop. 'You're welcome, Robby.' Betty straightened up and put her dress back on its place. 'Maybe we can do it again sometime.' She turned around, gave Rob a kiss on the cheek, and went to put her dress back on.
Betty started noticing she had two husbands. There was the neglectful one who didn't see his son's antics. And there was her 18-year-old son, Rob. She found herself doing more wifely duties for Rob than for her real husband. As Rob's demands increased, Betty's other responsibilities fell behind. She wondered when her husband would notice.
One afternoon during the school week, like typical days off from college, Betty found herself naked in her son's room. She mounted her son from behind, with his cowboy hat on her head. Her clothes were scattered all over Rob's floor. And Rob's penis was deeply buried in her ass. 'Yeeeehaaaawwww, ride the cowgirl.' Rob slapped Betty's right buttock and watched her stumble.
'Don't do that, Robby.' Betty looked at him over his shoulder, her face flushed. Could she say it secretly pleased her? 'I'm your mother and you have to show me some respect.' Her hips continued moving.
'Come on, mom.' Rob laughed and slapped her ass again. 'It's clear you like it. And you have the most incredible ass.' Rob reached his arms around and pulled them back. He put his hands on her butt.
'Um, thanks, sweetie. I suppose.' Betty's blush deepened. She felt her butt with her fingers. Each globe was round, firm, and deliciously flexible. 'I guess I have a good butt.'
'Yes, you do.' Rob looked at the left cheek of her ass and observed the wedding ring pressed into her skin. 'Slap it.' He loved the way...' she moved her hips over him, forward and backward with a small sway. Before turning her into his girl, he would never have imagined that his mother could move like this.
Forward, give her a slap.
Betty denied with her head and looked
forward, still holding onto her butt with her hands.
Forward. Rob pulled his left hand out of his back pocket
and turned it around again to slap her.
Like that.
Oh, Betty let out a small scream. Her hips accelerated. She felt him lift up his right hand
and give her a palm down. Ooh. She looked at her beautiful and round toes.
When had her son grown up? It was...
probably the moment when he convinced her to do her first blow job. Betty
hit her own butt without help and said felt how his Iuscious was stumbling. 'Is that so?' He did it again and the slap reverberated around Rob's room. Betty couldn't believe he was doing this, but after all, she was such a wimp. 'That is... perfect'. Rob observed the waves extending from his slaps. Oh, his father was really losing it. 'You're my... cowgirl mom. Now... I'm going to come cowgirl.' 'Do it, Robby'. Betty slapped his ass again and pushed him back, guiding his penis deeply into her. She took his semen in her anus for the second time that afternoon. Thanks to Menos mal that she had given him access to her ass, because in the last days the boy had refused to use the condoms she had gotten him Menos mal that she had given him access to her ass, because in the last days the boy had refused to use the condoms she had gotten for him. Betty leaned forward, put her hands on Rob's thighs and said Rob's thighs and jadeed while trying to recover his breath.
'Eres... la mejor, mamá'. Rob gave her a final slap on the ass. He enjoyed the red mark left by his hand on her pale cheek.
I want to try that next time I'm in your pussy.
Now, Robby. Betty got off him and started picking up her clothes from the floor.
Don't you want me to get pregnant? The idea of Rob's sperm meeting her ovum produced a secret electric excitement. But she was a good mother and almost always faithful wife. That could never happen.
Yes, of course, mom. Rob, naked on his bed, put his hands behind his head and sighed. He would change his opinion about the availability of his pussy. After all, he couldn't say no to his son.
Once you've given a part of yourself to something, it's quite difficult to keep the rest. And Betty had almost completely surrendered to her 18-year-old son, Rob. The former faithful housewife, sitting naked and on all fours on her son's bed, looked at her white knuckles. Sweat dripped onto the sheet as she growled while Rob scratched her ass from behind. They'd been like that since Rob got home from school and it was getting dark. She needed to make dinner before her husband came home.
Robby, are you there? Her husband called out from the bedroom door. Have you seen your mom? It was too late. Betty's eyes widened like plates as she looked over her shoulder at Rob. I'm here, dad. Rob slowed his hips and looked down while his cock slid slowly in the hole of his mother's ass. I don't know where it is. Did she go shopping? His gaze directed to her eyes and winked at him. Her car is here. The door handle sounded when Rob's father shook it. What are you doing in there? I had a big exam today. Rob could notice, by the look of panic on Betty's face, that she wanted him to stop his hips completely, but he felt slow and constant was good. He squeezed his fingers around the soft flesh around his hips and held her with force. I'm trying to take a nap. Maybe mom went for a walk? Maybe, grumbled Rob's father. Anyway, I have to go back to the office tonight. When you see your mother, tell her I'll be late home. Sleep well. Thanks, dad. Rob waited for a while, slowly caressing in and out of his mother. Then he withdrew, went to the door, opened it and listened. She's gone. He returned to the bed and took Betty's hand. That was very close, Robby. She let him pull her off the bed, followed him down the hallway and then to his bedroom. She held her breasts with one arm to avoid them from swaying. We should stop. Let him push her onto her marital bed. She rolled over on her back and automatically opened her legs. Never going to stop, mom. Rob got between her legs and put his cock in the pussy. Good... 000hhhhh If you're going to do it there, you need a condom. She accepted his thrusts. I was thinking... Rob found a good rhythm. He put both hands on her breasts to make leverage. With dad out tonight, we have a perfect opportunity for romance. Maybe light some candles. Do something special. But... eh... dinner... Robby. Betty grunted when he touched deep places inside her that his father never had. What would be really... special, mom, is if you... ah ah ah... had my... baby. Rob leaned in and kissed her beautiful lips, making her Language around his own ones. She returned the kiss with passion. He broke off the kiss and looked at her eyes. Now you're my girl, and you'll have my baby. No... Robby... we can't... But who did she want to deceive, she knew she would leave him. It was so easy to convince. Minutes later, Rob growled his first orgasm of the night in her pussy. Thirty minutes after that, he erupted in her vagina for the second time. And an hour and a half later, he splashed his entrails for the third time. By then, she was on top of her son, cradling his head against her breasts. Good boy, Robby. Let it out, Betty purred. Her vagina trembled around his long cock. When her husband came home, Betty was showered, changed, and deeply asleep in their marital bed. And her belly was full of Rob's potent seed.
11 Months passed and Betty gave herself to her 18-year-old son again and again. She became obsessed with having a baby and, indeed, Betty's stomach began to swell. She convinced her husband it was his. But, of course, she knew it was Rob's. And Rob mocked her without ceasing that he was carrying his own grandson. The graduation ceremony arrived and the husband made mother and son pose together for a photo. Rob and Betty had big smiles on their faces. Rob's Oxford cap was slightly tilted to one side with the tassel hanging from his left ear. Betty's belly was clearly visible under her dress as she pulled her son strongly towards her side. After the ceremony, the husband returned to work after telling Rob he was proud of him and all he had to do was find a girl. Rob smiled at that and Betty blushed. I suppose you'll go celebrate with your friends now. Betty stood beside Rob as she watched her husband leave the school parking lot. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere, Robby? No, mom. Rob looked around then gave a quick slap on her round rear. I'll see my friends later. I want to celebrate with you tonight. He linked his arm with hers and accompanied her to the car waiting for them. Is it really? Betty couldn't erase the smile from her face. What's your plan? Do you remember the time we went to a drive-in? Rob approached to whisper in her ear. That was... Betty blushed profusely. The first time you did it... in my... you know what. Let's do it again. Rob opened the driver's side door and held it for his mother. First, burgers. Okay. Betty leaned over her stomach as she got into the driver's seat. Later that night, they sat in the backseat of Betty's car while the movie started. The front seat was full of hamburger wrappers and paper cups from their milkshakes. How would you like to celebrate, Robby? Betty lifted her dress up to her waist and took off her underwear. I'm going to celebrate with your pussy, mom. Rob lifted her onto his lap so they could both face the movie screen. But as they entered it, neither of them was really watching Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint. Your father will be wondering where we are. Betty balanced her wide hips in small circles. She threw her dress over her head so she only had a bra on. Her round belly seemed obscene as it moved with her movements. We should have left a... 00000hhhhhh ... note. You're my girl, mom. Rob surrounded her and pulled down the cups of her bra to grab her growing breasts. You have my baby inside you. He pulled her breasts up and down so they bounced on his cock. Dad can take care of himself. You're right. The fog of pleasure clouded Betty's mind. She didn't even reprimand Rob for his language. She bounced quickly. She knew the car must have been swaying, but no one would notice that at the drive-in. After that, Rob exploded in her vagina, and she... she lost herself in her own orgasm. Turn around. Rob took off his bra and helped his naked mother turn towards him without pulling out his still hard cock from her pussy. He loved how her pregnant curves pressed against his slender chest. She rode him with force, cooing and growling. The couple continued until the movie ended. After that, Betty took them home, with semen dripping in their panties. She wondered what excuse she would tell her husband. Maybe she'd say they went to eat hamburgers and watch a movie. She'd omit the part where her son was now the owner of her pussy.
Your father is playing golf, Robby. Should we...? You know. Betty found her 18-year-old son reading comics in his room. He was already wet thinking about what they could do that day. Yes, mom. Rob looked at his beautiful mother with a smile. Cowboys and Indians? I think that costume no longer fits me well. Betty cradled her pregnant belly through her dress. It doesn't matter. Rob smiled and went to put on the cowboy costume. Okay, sweetie. Betty went to find her Indian costume. She put on the deer skin, but couldn't pass her swollen belly. Oh, good. She sighed, painted her cheeks with mascara and put a feather in her red hair. She left her panties on because the Native American consumption didn't go beyond her breasts and she felt quite exposed. She found Rob in his room waiting for her, looking attractive in his cowboy costume. You're very handsome, Robby. You're incredible, mom. Rob stood up and took off his chaps. What would dad say if he saw you like this? Betty blushed and looked down at the carpet. Do me a favor. Rob's smile widened as he pulled out his cock from his underwear. I want you to sleep with dad tonight and wear that outfit. Rob laughed. Tell me what dad says when he sees you. I thought you didn't like sharing me with your father. Betty stood up, playing with her wedding ring. It'll be worth it. Rob. se approached her and rubbed the precum from his cock directly onto her round belly. 'I can't wait until you have my baby, mom.' 'Your father is playing golf, Robby. Should we...? You know.' Betty found her 18-year-old son reading comics in his room. She was already wet thinking about what they could do that day. 'Yes, mom.' Rob looked at his beautiful mother with a smile. 'Cowboys and Indians?' 'I think that costume no longer fits me well.' Betty cradled her pregnant belly through her dress. 'It doesn't matter.' Rob smiled and went to put on the cowboy outfit. 'Okay, sweetheart.' Betty went to look for her Indian costume. She put on the deer skin, but couldn't pass her swollen belly. Oh, good. She sighed, painted her cheeks with eyeliner, and put a feather in her blonde hair. She left her panties on because the Indian costume didn't go past her breasts and she felt quite exposed. She found Rob waiting for her in his room, looking attractive in his cowboy outfit. 'You're very handsome, Robby.' 'You're incredible, mom.' Rob stood up and took off his cowboy hat. 'What would dad say if he saw you like this?' Betty blushed and looked down at the carpet. 'Do me a favor.' Rob's smile widened as he pulled out his cock from his underwear. 'I want you to sleep with dad tonight and wear that outfit.' Rob laughed. 'Tell me what dad says when he sees you.' 'I thought you didn't like sharing me with your father.' Betty stood up, playing with her wedding ring. 'It will be worth it.' Rob approached her and rubbed the precum from his cock directly onto her round belly. 'I can't wait until you have my baby, mom.' 'Let's not talk about that.' The redness of Betty intensified. 'How do you want me?' 'Well, Indians didn't wear panties, remember?' Rob took off her panties. 'Today I'm going to take your ass. If dad dares with your pussy later, I'll take what he can't have.' Rob pulled her towards his bed. 'Good, Robby.' Betty rode him. She spat on his...
Hand, she got under her and guided him towards her ass. 'Oh, God. So... so... big'. She bounced on his device for a long time, moaning and screaming. Finally, Rob pulled her away, grabbed her hair, and brought her mouth to his penis. Betty didn't like going directly from the ass to a blow job, but she couldn't say no to Rob. It was so easy to convince him. 'That's... Mom... I'm...' Rob trembled and pulled her mouth away to spray her face. A shot after shot of hot semen hit Betty's face. She closed her eyes and took it like always. When he finished, his facial paint ran down her cheeks and she wiped the sperm from her eyes with the back of her hand. 'I hope you didn't stain the dress. How was that, Robby?' 'It was incredible. Much better than stupid golf. Dad is an idiot'. 'Be kind to your father, Robert'. It was hard to be severe with semen on your face, but Betty did what she could. 'I'm being kind to him'. Rob smiled. 'I'm making sure he has some sex tonight'. Betty sighed. 'You're right, Robby'. She got back onto Rob's lap and slid his penis into her vagina. 'More?' She didn't wait for him to respond. She knew from experience that he could come and go.
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