You belong to me
of
Maggie Mae
genre
incest
"Looks like your in bad need of some stress relief." I smiled at my son as I tied my thick blonde hair back in a hair tie and got down on my knees in front of him as he set at his fathers desk.
"I think you just want to suck my cock." Sam smiled at me.
"Well, that is true also." I smiled lewdly as I reached up and started unbuttoning his pants.
Smiling I opened my mouth and took his big cock into my throat.
Sam has gotten used to me being nasty.
He knows that when I'm on my knees in front of him at his desk.
That I'm gonna swallow.
I do not leave him hanging.
Sam also knows he can take all his frustrations out on me.
He has learned that I'm a very good stress reliever.
He can hammer me as hard and as long as he wants.
His father never day do that.
He would always just fuck me and go on.
Not Sam.
Sam will flat beat my pussy up.
I've had to make him fuck me in the ass several times because my pussy was so sore.
When we bought our third farm, I had to phone a friend.
If Sam wasn't dealing with the bank he was fucking me raw.
Every time I turned around he was sticking his big dick in me.
I'm not saying I didn't like it.
I absolutely loved it.
But, damned.
I could only take so much.
Sam literally fucked ten pounds off of me in three weeks.
Finally I called a friend to come stay with us.
By day five Kelly asked me if he was like this all the time.
"No. He's just under alot of stress right now." I smiled.
"Every time he hangs up that damned phone, he wants to fuck. I've never seen anything like it." Kelly laughed.
"Sara. I wish you luck. Don't ever let him make another big purchase." Kelly laughed as we stood in the drive the day she left.
Sam's father died when he was twenty-one leaving the farm for Sam to manage.
It was the following spring Sam was sitting in his fathers chair at his desk going over the bills.
When I walked up to him.
"Honey, don't think any less of me.
But, I've got the cure for stress." I smiled.
"I'm fine." Sam told me.
"You may be fine. But, when I'm done with you.
Your going to be great." I smiled as I squatted in front of my son.
"Mom? What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Well, I'm going to relieve your stress." I grinned submissively as I reached up and started unbuttoned his pants.
"Mom. I don't know about this." Sam said in shaky voice.
"I do. Now lean back and enjoy." I smiled looking at his cock which was bigger than his father's.
"Now. From here on out, when the pressure gets to be to much. Just give me a holler." I smiled as I put his spent cock back in his pants.
"Ok." Is all Sam said.
Two days later.
I did the same.
We were standing in the barn talking about the tractor that was broke down.
I could tell Sam was stressed out about it.
So, I went to me knees and submissively looked up at him as I sucked him off till he held my head and erupted in my mouth.
That same afternoon.
Sam walked in the kitchen and set down at the kitchen table.
He didn't even have to say anything.
I just walked over squatted in front of him and started sucking him.
Ten minutes later he grunted hard as he emptied his big nuts in my throat.
Sam looked at me as I walked back over to the sink.
"Yes. The answer is yes. I love sucking dick and yes I love the taste of cum and yes. I've always been this way. I'm a cocksucker." I smiled at my son.
"I also have two others holes that can be used as stress relief." I smiled at my son.
"Are you saying that you would let me fuck you?" Sam asked.
"As much as you want. I'm always up for a good fucking." I smiled.
"Seriously?" Sam smiled.
"Honey. God gave me a pussy for a reason." I smiled at my son.
Sam just looked at me.
"Honey. I was tour fathers slut and I believe in being a slut for my man." I smiled at my son.
"Your man?" Sam questioned.
"Yes. You are my man. You don't see any other men around here, do you? Don't ever forget it either. That is my fucking dick. I own that fucking dick." I smiled at my son.
"OH. Okay." Sam smiled.
"Now. Go shower before dinner." I grinned saucily at my son.
That night I took Sam to my bed and let him fuck me as much as he wanted any way he wanted.
I needed a good fucking any.
I hadn't been with a man since my husband died and Sam delivered just what I was needing.
The next morning I climbed on top of him and explained the rules to him as I fucked his young cock.
When he came in for lunch.
He set me up on the kitchen table. Spread my thick thighs and banged me till I was creamed filled.
"My pussy. I own it. Don't forget it." Sam grinned as I laid panting on the table.
And that was that.
I belong to Sam.
I'm never lacking on getting dick.
When it is required I will call in back up.
But, that's not something that is required very often.
Other than that.
It's Sam and I.
I'm a horny slut and a cock sucker.
"I think you just want to suck my cock." Sam smiled at me.
"Well, that is true also." I smiled lewdly as I reached up and started unbuttoning his pants.
Smiling I opened my mouth and took his big cock into my throat.
Sam has gotten used to me being nasty.
He knows that when I'm on my knees in front of him at his desk.
That I'm gonna swallow.
I do not leave him hanging.
Sam also knows he can take all his frustrations out on me.
He has learned that I'm a very good stress reliever.
He can hammer me as hard and as long as he wants.
His father never day do that.
He would always just fuck me and go on.
Not Sam.
Sam will flat beat my pussy up.
I've had to make him fuck me in the ass several times because my pussy was so sore.
When we bought our third farm, I had to phone a friend.
If Sam wasn't dealing with the bank he was fucking me raw.
Every time I turned around he was sticking his big dick in me.
I'm not saying I didn't like it.
I absolutely loved it.
But, damned.
I could only take so much.
Sam literally fucked ten pounds off of me in three weeks.
Finally I called a friend to come stay with us.
By day five Kelly asked me if he was like this all the time.
"No. He's just under alot of stress right now." I smiled.
"Every time he hangs up that damned phone, he wants to fuck. I've never seen anything like it." Kelly laughed.
"Sara. I wish you luck. Don't ever let him make another big purchase." Kelly laughed as we stood in the drive the day she left.
Sam's father died when he was twenty-one leaving the farm for Sam to manage.
It was the following spring Sam was sitting in his fathers chair at his desk going over the bills.
When I walked up to him.
"Honey, don't think any less of me.
But, I've got the cure for stress." I smiled.
"I'm fine." Sam told me.
"You may be fine. But, when I'm done with you.
Your going to be great." I smiled as I squatted in front of my son.
"Mom? What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Well, I'm going to relieve your stress." I grinned submissively as I reached up and started unbuttoned his pants.
"Mom. I don't know about this." Sam said in shaky voice.
"I do. Now lean back and enjoy." I smiled looking at his cock which was bigger than his father's.
"Now. From here on out, when the pressure gets to be to much. Just give me a holler." I smiled as I put his spent cock back in his pants.
"Ok." Is all Sam said.
Two days later.
I did the same.
We were standing in the barn talking about the tractor that was broke down.
I could tell Sam was stressed out about it.
So, I went to me knees and submissively looked up at him as I sucked him off till he held my head and erupted in my mouth.
That same afternoon.
Sam walked in the kitchen and set down at the kitchen table.
He didn't even have to say anything.
I just walked over squatted in front of him and started sucking him.
Ten minutes later he grunted hard as he emptied his big nuts in my throat.
Sam looked at me as I walked back over to the sink.
"Yes. The answer is yes. I love sucking dick and yes I love the taste of cum and yes. I've always been this way. I'm a cocksucker." I smiled at my son.
"I also have two others holes that can be used as stress relief." I smiled at my son.
"Are you saying that you would let me fuck you?" Sam asked.
"As much as you want. I'm always up for a good fucking." I smiled.
"Seriously?" Sam smiled.
"Honey. God gave me a pussy for a reason." I smiled at my son.
Sam just looked at me.
"Honey. I was tour fathers slut and I believe in being a slut for my man." I smiled at my son.
"Your man?" Sam questioned.
"Yes. You are my man. You don't see any other men around here, do you? Don't ever forget it either. That is my fucking dick. I own that fucking dick." I smiled at my son.
"OH. Okay." Sam smiled.
"Now. Go shower before dinner." I grinned saucily at my son.
That night I took Sam to my bed and let him fuck me as much as he wanted any way he wanted.
I needed a good fucking any.
I hadn't been with a man since my husband died and Sam delivered just what I was needing.
The next morning I climbed on top of him and explained the rules to him as I fucked his young cock.
When he came in for lunch.
He set me up on the kitchen table. Spread my thick thighs and banged me till I was creamed filled.
"My pussy. I own it. Don't forget it." Sam grinned as I laid panting on the table.
And that was that.
I belong to Sam.
I'm never lacking on getting dick.
When it is required I will call in back up.
But, that's not something that is required very often.
Other than that.
It's Sam and I.
I'm a horny slut and a cock sucker.
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