#foreplay search results

Asking for a friend: Would you take part in a breeding party?
One girl (who wants a baby), several men (so father is unknown), no condoms, all cum inside her vagina, hotel room, one night. No foreplay, her face covered to keep her identity secret.

A happy accident, that’s how she called him. He wasn’t planned, she gave birth to him when she was 26.A rather naive girl, she had to mature very quickly after becoming a single mother. The father? He was some foreign student, who left neither a phone number nor an address after travelling back home.

She doted on her son. Growing up without a father made him somehow always feel protective of his mother. Of course back then he was her cute little boy, without any hint of strange intimacy. In his teenage years, confused with his newly discovered (and grown) manliness, he started seeing his mother in a very different perspective. Back then he thought his arousal was normal. After all, she was a beautifully curvy woman. Only as a grown up man did he realise that his mother was not, and never could be his in that way. It was wrong, society didn't accept it.

Without realising it, he compensated for it, clearing his mind by having sex with as many women as he could. He worked out, becoming strong, muscular, tall, confident. He seduced girls by the dozen. His mother often felt uneasy when he brought a young woman home and she had to hear the sounds of sex coming from his bedroom.

He was already 21 when things turned out differently. On the night before he was supposed to move out to an apartment of his own, he met his mother in the hallway. She was crying a bit.

He hugged her. “Mom, if you don’t want me to move out, I’ll stay. I can cycle to university.”

“I know” she sobbed. “But no, you need to start your own life. I’ll be fine. I registered on a dating site today, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Good idea. You really should start meeting men again” her son had smirked. “You look sensational, there will be loads of guys who want you.” She felt a strange twitch between her legs when he said that word. ‘Want’.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” she whispered. He hugged her even tighter and felt a nervous twitch that he’d sensed so often when her firm, curvy body rubbed against his.

“I might get a bit jealous. But that’s my problem.”

She giggled. “Consider it payback. I get jealous all the time when I hear yet another some girl moan your name from your bed.” The moment she said it, she felt herself go red. “Oops. Sorry I said that. It's none of my business.” she mumbled.

Her son drew his head back, locked eyes with his mother. “You’re actually jealous when I have sex with someone?”

She nodded.

His heart skipped a beat. “Wow, mom. You know I already get jealous when I even imagine you having sex.”

His mother bit her lip. “Why? Are you having fantasies about me, young man?”

He went red too. She brought her mouth close to his ear. “I know you've had them, a mom can tell. And it’s not right, not right at all, but if you really want to try something on me, then right now and here will be the only chance I’ll ever allow you to have.”

His hands moved lower. He grabbed her butt. She gasped. Grinning, he pushed his mouth on hers.

“Consider this a goodbye present, ok”, she gasped between heavy kisses, while they tore each other’s clothes off. “And do not EVER speak to anyone about this.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for as long as I remember” Her son grunted. “You’re so sexy, mom.” Both completely naked, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa.

“Oh my god”, his mother whispered, her fingers wrapped around his erection. “You are so hard.”

There wasn’t any foreplay. Her son pushed her on her back and entered her immediately, a loud male grunt coming escaping his gritted teeth. He bottomed out on the very first thrust and his mother shrieked. Gently withdrawing, he saw her shiny juices coating his member.

In a strangely manly, confident way, he touched her face. “Should I get a condom, mom?”

“Yes, no, I don’t know… Just be careful ok. I’m not sure if I’m safe. Oh god this can’t be happening.”

He went slow, kissing her and caressing her breasts, smiling at her as her eyes widened when he moved her body in such a position that he could move even deeper. She panted and held his face, staring at him, open-mouthed. “Make me cum. Please make me cum.”

It didn’t take long. A long, agonizing cry signalled his mother’s orgasm, during which she clamped her pussy so tight around him that she nearly squeezed him out, as if her body teased him to counter it, which he did in a brutally hard thrust that was so insistent that she felt his long, thick cock pushing against her cervix.

It felt delightful.

“Let me ride you”, she begged. They rolled over, he pulled his mother on his lap, and she guided him back inside again. Moving in slow, teasing strokes, she kept kissing him. “Cum inside me”, she moaned with a ragged voice. “I want to feel it. Fill me.”

“Mom…” He groaned, as a warning.

“Please… I’ll take care of it afterwards.”

He grabbed her butt, tossed his head back, his mouth wide open. “Ffffuck….”

A fountain of cum shot upwards inside her, splashing against the entrance of her womb, hot and forceful, and the sensation triggered her mind in such a way that she immediately orgasmed a second time, her pussy tightening again, massaging and milking her son’s pulsating cock.

When they finally came to their senses again, there were stains all over the sofa.

“I’m not sure I want you move out”, she whispered.

He touched her face again. “I’m not going anywhere, mom.”