Fuck buddy
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Ruth Anne
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incest
My husband fucks me good.
He has a very nice seven-and-a-half-inch cock that is decently thick.
He also has good stamina and is a wiz with a dildo.
He will also let me try almost anything I want.
But, he never really has just fucked me and used me for his benefit.
My husband always stops short of using me as a cum dump.
I'm joy saying we don't have a good sex life.
Because we do.
But, that's it.
It's just a good sex life.
Not a great sex life.
But, our son Kyle on the other hand is hung like a mule.
Right at nine inches long and about eight inches thick.
He is fucking huge.
Kyle also has no problem shoving his big up my ass or forcing his cock into my throat as I fight for air.
Kyle treats me like a fuck slut.
Once his door closes behind me. I'm his to do as he pleases with.
Let me say this.
I'm nothing special.
5'9" tall, forty-three years old with a
34triple D-26-36 mom figure, I also weigh 150 pounds.
Brown eyes and dark hair.
Nothing special.
I didn't pursue Kyle and he didn't pursue me.
It just kinda happened one night.
Kyle's father was out of town.
So him and I decided to go bar hopping.
One thing led to another and we ended fucking.
He ended up screwing my brains out.
I kinda thought maybe it was because we had been drinking and our inhibitions were at bay.
So two weeks later my husband left again.
Kyle and I hadn't talked in the two weeks since our fuckfest and well I wanted to find out if he fucked like that sober.
So I sent him a text.
"Care for some company?"
I was starting to think maybe he wouldn't text back after fifteen minutes.
"Sure." He answered.
"Should I bring anything?" I text back.
"Nope. Just yourself." Kyle sent back.
"We going out or staying in?" I asked him.
"Whichever you want to do." He answered.
Hip huggers, a white cotton lace button-up, matching thong, and panties, teased hair, eyeliner, and red lips.
I made it plain that I was in the mood to fuck and was wanting to get fucked.
Kyle knew something was up.
But, I think he was a bit too nervous to act.
So I came on him.
I guess you call it that.
He was setting in his chair, so I just got up and went over and climbed up his lap straddling him.
"Let's see if sober sex is as good or better than drunk sex is." I smiled lustfully with a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
"I think sober sex is going to be a lot more fun." Kyle smiled as he grabbed my hips and ground his big cock into my hot aching pussy.
"If you think I get nasty when I'm drunk. I'm a real slut sober." I giggled as Kyle started unbuttoning my shirt as he kissed my neck.
Sober sex was a lot better than drunk sex.
Kyle still fucked me like a slut.
But, this time I could taste his nut homey when he came in my mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of my ass on his cock.
Kyle fucked me hard for over an hour before he came in me.
Then after a shower, he fucked me again.
I was the one that fucked him in the middle of the night.
But, he was the one that fucked me on the kitchen table and the counter and the kitchen floor after we had our breakfast.
I did entice him though.
I can't lie about that.
I wanted some more of his big, young cock.
After our morning fuck session Kyle and I talked about our relationship.
I told him I loved his father and I had no plans of divorcing him or did I have plans of quitting having sex with him.
I told Kyle I just wanted a casual hook-up.
A fuck buddy.
Nothing steady or regular.
Just the occasional slut fucking.
Kyle agreed to what I was asking of him and agreed we should be fuck buddies.
But, he told me he wasn't going to stop dating either.
He also made it plain we need to keep our relationship very private.
I also told him he could never ask about my sex life with his father.
It was a lot easier than I thought it would be with Kyle.
I did let him know thought that his father had never treated me like he did during sex.
I think it kinda made kyle nervous when I admitted that.
"Honey, if I wanted fucked the same way your father fucks me.
I would just continue to fuck him only and wouldn't be here with you right now." I smiled at him.
Then I told him.
"Mr. Bigcock. That is why a married slut gets a fuck buddy. So she can get fucked in ways her husband won't and do things that she wont do with her husband." I smiled at Kyle.
I also informed Kyle he a lot more cock than his father.
"So your a slut?" Kyle asked me.
"Pornstar" I laughed at him. "Hardcore pornstar."
It was fun and exciting to talk to Kyle about sex.
I also informed him that we needed some lubes and toys.
That's when he informed me had a few toys in his closet.
"Well, then fuck boy. Let's go see them." I laughed.
I have to admit it was thrilling to have a butt plug stuck up my ass that I knew had been in another woman's ass.
It was a huge turn-on to hump a large pink suction cup dildo with my ass stuffed full looking my only son in the eye as I gave him the nastiest head job I had ever given any man in my life.
That was three years ago this all started.
It still turns me on just as much as it did the first time when I look up from my knees as he shoots wad after wad of nut honey down my throat.
I do go stay the night with Kyle every time his father leaves town.
Sometimes that it's a couple of days. Other times it's for a week or more and others it's just an overnight.
My favorite text to send Kyle is.
"Mommy needs some nut honey."
That's code for I want to suck your dick.
If he is able he'll meet me and I'll blow him.
We don't limit our sex to just his house either.
We've hooked up all over the place.
On the lake, at the park, back roads, motels, wherever we can meet.
It does puss me off on occasions when I see Kyle around town with another girl.
I always which ones he is or has fucked.
But, a lot of women want nothing to do with him also.
His size scares them.
Kyle and I have had a couple of threesomes.
The one with my sister-in-law was the funniest.
We also had one with his English high school English teacher.
"Kimber. I've wanted to fuck Kyle since the first time I met him." Anna admitted to me.
So I asked why she hadn't tried sooner.
"Well, I was scared to. Being married and all. Besides, I didn't want anyone at the school to find out." Mrs. Thomas laughed.
"Well, Anna you have the green light to get fucked as much as you want." I smiled at her.
I've asked Kyle about Mrs. Thomas a couple of times.
About all he tells me is she has been by.
I don't care who Kyle fucks really.
He never turns me down when I want him.
I don't know how long this will go on.
But, both of us have agreed that we like what we have going and want it to continue as long as possible.
We will see.
He has a very nice seven-and-a-half-inch cock that is decently thick.
He also has good stamina and is a wiz with a dildo.
He will also let me try almost anything I want.
But, he never really has just fucked me and used me for his benefit.
My husband always stops short of using me as a cum dump.
I'm joy saying we don't have a good sex life.
Because we do.
But, that's it.
It's just a good sex life.
Not a great sex life.
But, our son Kyle on the other hand is hung like a mule.
Right at nine inches long and about eight inches thick.
He is fucking huge.
Kyle also has no problem shoving his big up my ass or forcing his cock into my throat as I fight for air.
Kyle treats me like a fuck slut.
Once his door closes behind me. I'm his to do as he pleases with.
Let me say this.
I'm nothing special.
5'9" tall, forty-three years old with a
34triple D-26-36 mom figure, I also weigh 150 pounds.
Brown eyes and dark hair.
Nothing special.
I didn't pursue Kyle and he didn't pursue me.
It just kinda happened one night.
Kyle's father was out of town.
So him and I decided to go bar hopping.
One thing led to another and we ended fucking.
He ended up screwing my brains out.
I kinda thought maybe it was because we had been drinking and our inhibitions were at bay.
So two weeks later my husband left again.
Kyle and I hadn't talked in the two weeks since our fuckfest and well I wanted to find out if he fucked like that sober.
So I sent him a text.
"Care for some company?"
I was starting to think maybe he wouldn't text back after fifteen minutes.
"Sure." He answered.
"Should I bring anything?" I text back.
"Nope. Just yourself." Kyle sent back.
"We going out or staying in?" I asked him.
"Whichever you want to do." He answered.
Hip huggers, a white cotton lace button-up, matching thong, and panties, teased hair, eyeliner, and red lips.
I made it plain that I was in the mood to fuck and was wanting to get fucked.
Kyle knew something was up.
But, I think he was a bit too nervous to act.
So I came on him.
I guess you call it that.
He was setting in his chair, so I just got up and went over and climbed up his lap straddling him.
"Let's see if sober sex is as good or better than drunk sex is." I smiled lustfully with a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
"I think sober sex is going to be a lot more fun." Kyle smiled as he grabbed my hips and ground his big cock into my hot aching pussy.
"If you think I get nasty when I'm drunk. I'm a real slut sober." I giggled as Kyle started unbuttoning my shirt as he kissed my neck.
Sober sex was a lot better than drunk sex.
Kyle still fucked me like a slut.
But, this time I could taste his nut homey when he came in my mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of my ass on his cock.
Kyle fucked me hard for over an hour before he came in me.
Then after a shower, he fucked me again.
I was the one that fucked him in the middle of the night.
But, he was the one that fucked me on the kitchen table and the counter and the kitchen floor after we had our breakfast.
I did entice him though.
I can't lie about that.
I wanted some more of his big, young cock.
After our morning fuck session Kyle and I talked about our relationship.
I told him I loved his father and I had no plans of divorcing him or did I have plans of quitting having sex with him.
I told Kyle I just wanted a casual hook-up.
A fuck buddy.
Nothing steady or regular.
Just the occasional slut fucking.
Kyle agreed to what I was asking of him and agreed we should be fuck buddies.
But, he told me he wasn't going to stop dating either.
He also made it plain we need to keep our relationship very private.
I also told him he could never ask about my sex life with his father.
It was a lot easier than I thought it would be with Kyle.
I did let him know thought that his father had never treated me like he did during sex.
I think it kinda made kyle nervous when I admitted that.
"Honey, if I wanted fucked the same way your father fucks me.
I would just continue to fuck him only and wouldn't be here with you right now." I smiled at him.
Then I told him.
"Mr. Bigcock. That is why a married slut gets a fuck buddy. So she can get fucked in ways her husband won't and do things that she wont do with her husband." I smiled at Kyle.
I also informed Kyle he a lot more cock than his father.
"So your a slut?" Kyle asked me.
"Pornstar" I laughed at him. "Hardcore pornstar."
It was fun and exciting to talk to Kyle about sex.
I also informed him that we needed some lubes and toys.
That's when he informed me had a few toys in his closet.
"Well, then fuck boy. Let's go see them." I laughed.
I have to admit it was thrilling to have a butt plug stuck up my ass that I knew had been in another woman's ass.
It was a huge turn-on to hump a large pink suction cup dildo with my ass stuffed full looking my only son in the eye as I gave him the nastiest head job I had ever given any man in my life.
That was three years ago this all started.
It still turns me on just as much as it did the first time when I look up from my knees as he shoots wad after wad of nut honey down my throat.
I do go stay the night with Kyle every time his father leaves town.
Sometimes that it's a couple of days. Other times it's for a week or more and others it's just an overnight.
My favorite text to send Kyle is.
"Mommy needs some nut honey."
That's code for I want to suck your dick.
If he is able he'll meet me and I'll blow him.
We don't limit our sex to just his house either.
We've hooked up all over the place.
On the lake, at the park, back roads, motels, wherever we can meet.
It does puss me off on occasions when I see Kyle around town with another girl.
I always which ones he is or has fucked.
But, a lot of women want nothing to do with him also.
His size scares them.
Kyle and I have had a couple of threesomes.
The one with my sister-in-law was the funniest.
We also had one with his English high school English teacher.
"Kimber. I've wanted to fuck Kyle since the first time I met him." Anna admitted to me.
So I asked why she hadn't tried sooner.
"Well, I was scared to. Being married and all. Besides, I didn't want anyone at the school to find out." Mrs. Thomas laughed.
"Well, Anna you have the green light to get fucked as much as you want." I smiled at her.
I've asked Kyle about Mrs. Thomas a couple of times.
About all he tells me is she has been by.
I don't care who Kyle fucks really.
He never turns me down when I want him.
I don't know how long this will go on.
But, both of us have agreed that we like what we have going and want it to continue as long as possible.
We will see.
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