Blondie in A Day With Alexander

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Blondie in A Day With AlexanderIt was a few years before and peaceful summer day and all was quiet at the Bumstead residence. Dagwood was out of town on a weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend’s house for the weekend as well. That left just Blondie and son, Alexander in the house. Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night’s sleep from her body. After a good long stretch, she went to her dresser drawer and found her workout top and shorts to begin the daily ritualof exercising with her workout video. She lifted her blue nightgown over her head, exposing her still shapely breasts andbuttocks. Nude and in front of the full size dresser mirror, she looked over herself. The past few weeks of aerobics weresuccessfully toning up her forty year old body Blondie observed as she turned this way and that to get a good look at herself. Her boobs did not sag so much any more and the love handles that had developed at her waist were gone. She turned around again to get a better look at her butt. The Buns of Steel video had all but eliminated the fat, dimpled look at had acquired over the years and had replace it with an ass any teenage girl would envy. Facing the mirror again, Blondie ran a hand down her washboard stomach. Abs of Steel took care of the tummy she had let grow there and now she looked very close to what some of the women did who made exercise videos. Blondie suddenly wondered just what was driving her so hard to get in this kind of shape. Before, she did not give her body thatmuch thought, only to make sure that she ate well and performed only the necessary hygiene that a woman required. She found her shorts in the bottom left corner drawer and put them on, absentmindedly forgetting to put her panties on. That was even morepuzzling to her. Blondie had found her self becoming more and more of an instigator when it came to sex with Dagwood. For several months going, he seemed less and less interested in making love to her. u*********sly, Blondie supposed, I must be trying ways to make myself attractive to him. They all say that when a man ages, he becomes even more attractive and dignified, whereas awoman just droops, sags, and looks like a crone.What ever the case could be, Blondie pushed herself until she was in a taut, sexy shape. She looked very much like she did in high school, where she first met Dagwood. He was such a stick-in-the-mud, insisting on being a perfect gentleman, she remembered. We didn’t kiss until our fifth date and I don’t ever recall him trying to make any advances towards me. The first time they had intercourse was on their wedding night and even then, Dagwood was a poor fuck, coming too soon and falling asleep in a hurryafterwards, as if he had done her some great service.They were arguing more as of late, always keeping it to low tones and out of the k**s’ earshot. Dagwood usually had some weakexcuse or reply to what ever they tried to work out and in the end, he was asleep on the couch again. Blondie could swear that the upholstery on the living room couch was becoming even more worn from his frequent nights of sleep there.Blondie tried numerous ways to excite Dagwood; dressing in lingerie, stroking his cock while he slept to try and rouse him. Hell,even his prick was just as oblivious as he was! Once, she attempted to give him oral sex as he slept (he was usually out within five minutes, hardly enough time for Blondie to get herself in the mood). She had never performed the act on him or any other manfor that matter. Blondie ended up sucking on his flaccid prick while she masturbated herself to another not quite fulfilling orgasm. Dagwood never once stirred during her oral administrations, he was totally asleep and snoring that as of lately obnoxioussnore of his.As time wore on, Blondie gave up on seducing and began to dislike her husband. Then doubt set in. For quite a few years, theyhad a great marriage. They always spoke about nearly everything and always had great laughs with each other. But when his input,however poor, or sex tapered off, Blondie began to wonder if she was not doing something right. Maybe the problems they had begunto have with nearly all the aspects of their marriage were her fault. She analyzed everything she did and carefully censuredherself in her interactions with Dagwood. None of this seemed to help and the distance grew even further between him. Then Blondie finally noticed that Dagwood was later coming home from work than usual. The usual was that he was never late because his boss, Mr. Dithers, never allowed over time. This was when she suspected that Dagwood could be having an affair with anotherwoman. Blondie had never any reason to doubt Dagwood’s fidelity and still had trouble with the very thought of him in the throesof passion with another woman.Maybe this was the reason that she was working so hard to rebuild her body, to make it a sexy thing to want to have sex with. Acarefree thought floated through Blondie’s mind with that revelation: If he doesn’t appreciate what I’m trying to do for him, then maybe another man will. Blondie jolted from that thought, in shock from the very idea of it. She was a well brought up womanfrom a respectable, stable family. Committing adultery on her husband, however sexless he had become, was abhorrent to her. Blondie shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and pulled the exercise top over her head.Alexander woke up to the sound of a pulsating rhythm emanating from the living room. Something that sounded like technopop tohim. He lay there, still tangled up in his sheets from a forgotten dream and listened. Alexander was still in that moment between awake and asleep where your body tends to do things on it’s own accord andit seems as if you do not really control or care what is happening. At best, this can be compared to an out of body experience when you watch yourself do something but do not have the power to stop. Slowly, his hand groped for his morning pee erection tent pole inside his baggy pajama pants. Recently, and with some nervousness, Alexander had discarded with his pajama tops, thinking that they just did not go well with what ever image he was trying to give himself. He also stopped wearing underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the feeling of his adolescent dick rubbing up against the fabric. If there was not the ever present danger of Trudy, his thirteen year old sister, barging in on him for some ungodly reason,Alexander would be wearing nothing to bed. He had tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be nude under the bed. Therewas also the worry that his mother would come in on laundry day to collect the dirty clothes he left in piles about his room andfind him stark naked without the security of a sheet covering him.Still not totally aware of what he was really doing, Alexander’s thoughts drifted to his mother as he took hold of his cock andgave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been having bizarre thoughts about his mother lately. Coming of age is difficult for young boys and with it comes certain sexual confusions. Blondie being the dominant female figure of his life, Alexander was confusing motherly love for other than that. One night, while trying out being nude in bed, Alexander’s thoughts ventured to his mother and he found himself masturbating , fantasizing that it was his mother jacking himoff and not himself. Alexander shot gouts of jism all over the bed sheets on that fantasy and felt horrendously guilty afterwards.Still, for many a night after, Alexander built upon the fantasy, envisioning his mother’s mouth on his cock, making him come. Later, he had gotten to the point to where he was lustily masturbating to the thoughts of his mother straddled across his thighs with his cock buried deep inside her. Alexander had come across his father’s stash of porno magazines and was a quick study as to what the people in the pictures were doing. Once, he found a picture of his mother that he cut her head out of and pasted it onto a page of the magazine to whereit looked like it was his mother getting fucked by two guys at one time. Alexander had that picture hidden under his mattress and whacked off to it many times.Alexander came out of his fugue as the pressure was building in his balls. illegal bahis He pumped his fist harder and gripped his cock tighter.The image of his mother rushed to his mind’s eye and soon the sprays of cum issued out the end of his pulsing cock.Blondie was really enjoying this work out. In addition to the delightful burn in her abdomen from the tortuous exercise the videowas putting her through, she had become aware earlier that she had forgotten to put on a bra under her exercise top and panties under her shorts. The effect of the nylon top rubbing silkily across her nipplessent tingles of pleasure through her breasts. The shorts had the same effect, gently rubbing against her pussy lips during some of the exercises. Blondie lay on her back now, raising and lowering her hips to work her abdominals. This action was causing the now sweaty nylon shorts to rub across her pussy once more. The pleasure it was beginning to generate was starting to distract her from the work outand Blondie was finding it hard to concentrate on the instructor’s counts and movements. Her thoughts drifted to some of thebetter sex sessions she had at one time with Dagwood. Although he was a poor lover, there were a few times that he had not comebefore she had had her orgasm. Still working her hips, keeping the fabric of the shorts rubbing at her cunt, Blondie felt up her abdomen and to her breasts. Slowly, she began to feel them under the nylon, circling her fingers on her erect nipples. Blondie placed both hands on her breasts and began to squeeze them gently and pinching lightly on her nipples. She stopped this only to pull the top up and to feel at the flesh of her tits. She gazed down at her pink nipples and without thinking, craned her head Blondie was no longer interested in exercising. What preoccupied her now was to satiate the burgeoning desire that was in her.Instinctively, she slid a slender hand down the crotch of her shorts and found the wet folds of her cunt open and dripping with juices. Blondie felt for her button of pleasure and began to twirl her index finger on it. She let her finger slide into her tunnel and felt for the deep spot that she had discovered not too long agoin one of her lonely masturbations. Lust overtook her and Blondie stoked at the spot with greater determination. She thought ofDagwood poised over her, power fucking like some adolescent schoolboy getting his first lay. The image repulsed her and it quickly faded away. Blondie wanted this orgasm to be a good one, one that she had always wanted but just could not seem to attain.She had tried all sorts of ways to really get her pussy off one good time, carrots, cucumbers, even secretly ordering a dildofrom one of the dirty magazines that Dagwood thought he had cleverly hidden in the work shed. None of that worked, butoccasionally fantasizing about Herb, their next door neighbor helped. Actually the thought of Herb’s imagined hairy ass gyrating as he shoved what Blondie fantasized as being an enormous cock into her pussy was not exactly a turn on. Whatever, Blondie thought after a session with the fantasy, any dick is better than no dick. Any dick. The thought still wafted though Blondie’s sexual delirium. Her mind turned the pages of faces that she conjured up,none of them satisfactory. Frustrating her even more was the image of Dagwood’s face reoccurring. The image kept coming back butthe more it did, the younger his face began to look until….Blondie froze, finger deep in her pussy and right on the brink of an orgasm. The face that was plastered in her mind was that of Alexander! She gasped at the realization of what she was doing. All the while of fantasizing, her subconscious was telling her that some how, she lusted after her own son.How could this be? Blondie searched for answers, not noticing that she had left her finger inserted inside her still vibrating twat. Could I be so confused as to what is wrong with my marriage that I lust for my own son? It doesn’t make sense! Still,Alexander’s youthful face remained, smiling and inviting. Oh, dear God, Blondie thought. What am I doing? Why am I thinking about myself in a time like this? Whatever her confused mind was doing to her, Blondie did not want to forgo the orgasm she had brought her self close to. But if I come, I’ll know it was because I fantasized about my son, Blondie thought. I really haven’t thought of him with me, shecontinued. I only saw his face. This rumination suddenly brought on flashes of images, each not wholly formed. Only Blondie saw them long enough to see their contents. One was Alexander nude before him, his cock jutting forth from between a fuzzy crotch. Another was of Blondie holding his near manhood in her slight hand, striking the smooth flesh of his shaft with a mother’s care. The most vivid was of Alexander lying on top of her, frantically pumping his dong in and out of her constantly coming cunt.Still, her orgasm could not be ignored. It was while she replayed the images, each time embellishing them, extending their content, that Blondie resumed her fingering. She was not sure why she started again but the pictures in her mind completely turned her on.In shock at what she was doing, Blondie stopped again. I can’t, she thought. Not when I’m fantasizing about…Oh God, why am I doing this?She was putting the thoughts in order, turning them into a sort of a movie. She could not stop the visions, they just kept on coming at her. If I go through with this fantasy, I will feel so terribly guilty about it.On the other hand, it could be for just this one time.Blondie lay still a moment longer before she made her mind up.Alexander silently opened his door to begin his stealthy quest to get to the bathroom unseen by his mother. His dick was still hard from jacking off to the fantasy of fucking his mother so he would hardly want to be seen by her. He could hear the exercise video playing and sighed at his good fortune. Great! She’ll be facing the television and won’t see me in the hallway.Just when he made it to the bathroom door, he heard a noise his mother normally did not make while she exercised. It sounded like a moan of sorts. When she exercised, Alexander’s mother usually made huffing noises from the exertion of doing the aerobic routines. The moan was repeated and with it was something whispered that Alexander could not quite hear.Curious, he tip toed towards the arched entrance to the den where Blondie did her morning exercises. He could not see her yet,she was on the other side of the couch to where her body was obscured by it. Again came the moan and whispers. This timeAlexander could make out a “Yes,” and “Do it.” He looked up to the television to see that the routine had reached the cool down phase and wondered why his mother sounded like she was still doing the impact portion of the tape.Moving closer, he peered cautiously over the top of the couch.Blondie writhed on the carpet, her nylon shorts pulled down on her thighs. She was twiddling rapidly and her sopping cunt, alternately manipulating her bud and thrusting her finger in and out her pussy. Now she was mainly finger fucking herself and her moans and whispers grew louder.”Yes baby, deeper. Ooooh, just like that! Do like me? Didn’t you always want me like this, my baby? Didn’t you just wantto put that beautiful cock inside of mommy?”Alexander felt a chill go through him. Not only had he come across his mother, lying on the floor in front of him, her tits uncovered and finger rammed deep in her twat, but he had actually heard his mother say something that made him realize what shewas really doing. His mother was masturbating while thinking about fucking him!Alexander stepped closer, only to stumble when he missed the step leading into the den. As a result, he stumbled and fell behind the couch.Blondie sat up with a start at the sudden noise. Alexander, behind the couch grimaced at his clumsiness and looked up with total embarrassment when his mother came around the side of the couch to see what had caused the interruption. His mother had not quite gotten her top straightened out and one of her breasts still showed.Blondie blushed and quickly covered it up. Alexander suddenly wished that she had not but was interrupted by a twinge in his knee.”Ouch,” was all he could manage to say.Blondie illegal bahis siteleri momentarily forgot what Alexander surely saw to attend to what ever seemed to hurt him. ”What is it, honey? What did you hurt?” Blondie asked with a look of concern.Alexander sat up, trying with futility trying to camouflage the hard on that still loomed in he pajama pants.”I just bumped my knee, that’s all,” he replied finally.He stood up and took a few limping steps. “See, I’m OK.”Blondie appraised his gait a moment and reached gently for his arm. “Come and sit on the couch so I can get a look at it.”Alexander dumbly followed his mother’s guide and sat embarrassed on the sofa. He covered uphis crotch, trying again to hide his relentless erection and Blondie noticed this. The fantasy images came back to her but she quickly dispelled them, her concern that her son was hurt being greater. She knelt down in front of him to get a look at his knee. Carefully, she lifted the pant leg up and over his thigh so that she could see the injured joint. Briefly,she flashed her eyes back to his crotch, where Alexander still covered up his hard on, and then back to his knees. Blondie felt his knee, checking if there was some injury she could detect. She had some medical knowledge from all the reading she had done on the sexless ”Really, mom, I just banged it. I’ll be OK,” Alexander said as she rubbed. He did not really want her to stop, the feel of his mother’s silky hands on his leg felt good and served to stiffen his dick even harder.”I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about something,” Blondie said, not looking up at him. She swallowed hard, not sure how to start the discussion over what Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve, Blondie spoke again. “I want to know what you are thinking, Alexander.””About what, mom?”Blondie swallowed again. “About what you saw me doing over there on the floor.”Alexander’s mind was blank. Nothing there would form into anything that would be coherent.Blondie continued her massage, u*********sly moving her hand to Alexander’s thigh. He noticed this and shifted uncomfortably. Blondie ignored this and continued feeling his leg.”Well?”Alexander finally found his nerve and spoke. “I don’t know mom. I guess I shouldn’t have seen what you did.”Blondie smiled at her son’s embarrassment. “But you saw me. Now, tell me what you’re really thinking.”Alexander stared at his mother’s hand massaging his thigh. He could swear that she was moving it up his leg. “I think you were really enjoying what you were doing.””I was, baby, I was.”Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time. Alexander stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of his mother’s petitehand sliding over his flesh. His hand fell away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pajamas. Blondie eyed that bulge and movedher hand higher, close to the crease of Alexander’s hip. She was throwing whatever caution she had had into the wind now and the cock that surely lay underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts. Any thought of this being her son was gone and now he was simply a tool of her desire.”I think you were enjoying it too, baby, look at you.”Alexander quickly covered his erection, embarrassed that his mother had seen it. Blondie reached up and moved his hand off hislap. “There’s no need to hide it from me now, baby. Mommy’s seen it.”Alexander sensed his mother was daring him at something and thus offered his own challenge to her. “I saw you too, mom.”Blondie was puzzled a moment and then realized that Alexander had obviously seen her breasts when she lay there masturbating. “Oh? What is it you would like then, baby?”Alexander spoke nervously at the next. “Could I see them again?””See what, baby?”Alexander flushed red and looked away, his eyes darting about the room like a spooked a****l.Blondie moved her hand closer to where the head of his cock lay under the pajamas and kept massaging.”What do you want to see, baby?”He looked straight at his mother and the words came out. “I want to see your titties again, mom.””All right.” Blondie took her hand off Alexander’s thigh and pulled her exercise top off over her head and tossed it aside. Hertits jutted out, firm and pick aureoles erect. Alexander gripped his dick through his pajamas and gave it a squeeze. Blondie smiled as she watched his eyes roll back inpleasure.Gingerly, she reached for his crotch, and moved his hand out of the way. ”Let mommy do this for you, baby.” Finding the snaps to the pajamas, Blondie undid them and began to pull them down. “Lift up baby,” she told Alexander and he complied.Blondie pulled the pajamas down to his ankles and stared at her son’s reddened dick. It was a good sized one, at least in herlimited experience, nearly seven and a half inches of young adolescent male cock. She slid her hands back up his thighs, halting just below his prick. ”I just want you to know how much mommy loves you Alexander.” She let her fingers extend to touch the head of his dick. When shetouched it, Alexander’s cock jumped at the touch. Gently, she slid her had across the swollen shaft and Alexander sucked in a breath. Set in her course of action, Blondie slowly wrapped her hand around his pole, relishing at how hot it felt in her hand. She beganto stroke his baby like flesh. Alexander’s breather came faster with each stroke.”Mom, I’m gonna….”Before she could stop, her son came, a spray of cum jetting out of his cock. The white spooge landed on his thighs and on hertits. Blondie did not want this to happen so soon. She wanted him to at least last long enough to get him inside her waiting confines. But she did not want to stop pumping that spurting cock with all of that jism now oozing out of it.When he was finished coming, Blondie took her towel that she used during her exercising and wiped the semen off of both of them. Done, she stood up straight and took off her shorts. Again, she knelt in from of him and took hold of his semi-erect penis.”Did you like that, baby?””Yes.””I’m glad you did. Do you want more?”Alexander’s reply was a quick nod.”I was hoping you would. Mommy has a lot she wants to do with her baby.” Without a further word, she took him in her mouth, sucking a long stroke and then letting his cock slip out.Alexander looked down at her. “Please, don’t stop. That felt really good.””It did? I’ve never really done this before so I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.””It was good, mom, really.””All right then. If it was good, why don’t you put that beautiful penis in mommy’s mouth and let her suck you?” Blondie openedher mouth as Alexander took hold of his dick. Scooting towards her, he slid his cock past her open lips and into her mouth.Blondie went slow with Alexander, letting his cock build back to full erection, completely filling her mouth. She was trying tobe as gentle and careful with him as possible, out of fear that if he got too stimulated again, he could blow another wad. Blondiewas not sure if Alexander could come again in such a short span of time but she did not want too run that risk.She savored the feel of his hot tool in her mouth as it slid slowly back and forth across her lips. With her tongue, she could feel the texture of the shaft, the ripples in the blood engorged flesh, the veins that stood out prominently.For his part, Alexander was in total awe of the sight of his mother sucking his prick. Never in a million years did he expect to have this happen. Sure, he had fantasized about his mother on occasion but always discounted on her to actually be blowing him. His cock was feeling terrific with each suck his mother applied to it and he began to move his hips, thrusting towards her as shewent down on him.Blondie continued her slow blow on her son for a few minutes more and then let him free of her mouth. Still holding and stroking his cock, she looked up at him with all the motherly love she had.”Mom,” started Alexander, “please, don’t stop.”Blondie smiled broadly at her son, ecstatic that he was really enjoying her blow job. She had never really been able to give oneto Dagwood, mostly out of fear. Her fear was gone now, why she did not know. She wondered now what had driven her to do this to Alexander, why she was the very brink of i****t with him. Since I’ve been sucking on this wonderful canlı bahis siteleri penis, haven’t I done that already? The thought was fleeting as she gripped him tighter, causing Alexander to suck in a breath of pleasure. Blondie reveledin the bliss she had her son it, the way his hips writhed uncontrollably, thrusting in her fist on each down stroke on his dong. Blondie took him by the hands and stood Alexander up. “Come with me, baby,” she said, leading him out of the living room and downthe hall that led to his bedroom. She gently prodded him though the door first and then closed it behind her. Taking his hand once more, Blondie took him over to the bed. She gently had him lay down and then took her place next to him. Alexander was in full arousal now, hugging against his mother, his dick rubbing against her thigh, seeking still more stimulation.Blondie hugged her son in return and took his face in her soft hands. “My beautiful boy. Oh Alexander, what ever are we doing?””I don’t know, mom, but I don’t want to stop.”Blondie reached for his cock and began stroking it once more. ”I know baby, I don’t want to, either.” She squeezed his prick harder, causing him to shudder. “You have to promise me something, baby,” she said, writhing in her own ecstasy with him, their bodies moving constantly.”Okay, mom.””I want you to tell me that no one will ever find out about what we are going to do. Your mother could get into a lot of troubleif someone did.””I won’t tell, mom, I promise. Nobody’s gonna find out.””I know, baby. Mommy trusts you.”Gently, she kissed him on the lips. Alexander drew back a moment but let her kiss him again. He had never kissed a girl before, the thought of it simply made him too nervous. His mother kissed him softly once again, this time her lips rested on his for amoment longer. Alexander accepted the kiss without hesitation and each one that followed. Just by kissing him, Blondie becamemore and more lost in her desire. Her lips moved with passionate determination, loosening his as well. Without thought, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and sought out his. Alexander broke the lip lock, shocked at this new smooching technique. Blondie looked at her son’s shocked face and giggled softly. ”It’s all right, just do what I do. You’re doing really well, baby.” Again, she attacked his mouth, plunging her tongue back in. Alexander got the gist of what his mother was doing and soon, he was lapping tongues with his mother. All the while, they embraced tightly, Blondie slowly working his body on top of hers. She kept one leg between his to prevent any penetration just yet. Alexander noticed finally that he was on top of his mother and stopped kissing her to gaze at her with the same glazed look she had. He admired her body, the pale tits with their pick aureoles jutting at him, the way her chest rose and fell with each lusty breath she took, and down to the blond thatch of hair that led to his point of origin to the world.Suddenly, the full impact of what he was doing with his mother struck him and he looked into his mother’s face, an unsure expression on his.”Are we really doing this, mom?”Blondie smiled, her face blushing red from her passion. “Yes baby, we really are.”Alexander looked about the room, trying to find the courage to ask his next question. As he took in the room, he realized that he would never look at it the same way again. Always the memory of what he was doing with his mother and what they might do would be in here with him. He looked into his mother’s eyes now.”Are we…you know….going to do it?”Blondie slid her leg out from between his and now lay with legs spread, her son positioned between them. Once he was there, his cock somehow was in direct line with her pussy and with the closeness of both their pelvises, he immediately slipped straight into her. Blondie let out a startled gasp, as did Alexander.Blondie took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh. ”Does this answer your question, baby?”They both stayed in that position for a while, Blondie waiting on her son to start thrusting his dick deeper into her dripping cunt while Alexander was stunned at the feeling of his cock inside a hot, slippery cunt, especially it being his mother’s.Blondie looked into his eyes through half closed lids. “It’s all right. You’re inside me now.”Alexander shook his head, clearing his head to concentrate. ”Yeah…” was all he could manage to say.”Baby, don’t just lay there,” Blondie said after a few moments. She softly grasped his ass cheeks. “Please make love to me, Alexander. Make love to your mother.”Alexander did as he was asked and began slow thrusts with his hips, each one burying his prick further into his mother’s love canal. Blondie moaned each time he drove deeper. His thick shaft was stimulating her cunt in ways that she had not felt in a very long time and the mushroom of a head on his penis was hitting her cunt walls in just the right spot.As her moaning increased, so did Alexander’s desire. He pumped into his mother with determination, each time eliciting a louder, longer moan from her.”Right there, Alexander. Keep doing it just like that. Ooooh, you feel so good inside me. Ohhh! Yes right there!”Alexander continued his fucking, increasing his tempo with every thrust. As a result, his mother moaned even louder.”Yes, yes! Ooooh, baby! Love me! Deeper! Harder! Oh, God I want more of you!” Blondie bucked her hips to match his rhythm, getting his cock deeper inside. She felt his balls slap against her ass at every pump of his hips.”Mom, this feels so good!””Yes, yes, it does. Keep it going, baby. I want all of you can give me!” They were fucking faster by the moment, huffing breaths coming form the both of them. Alexander began to groan his pleasure as well.”Yes baby! I want you to love this! Love me! Fuck me!” The last words shocked Blondie, she herself having never used suchprofanity. She had, of course, heard enough of it on the cable movies that Dagwood had insisted on watching at night and hadseen many a sex scene in them to know what she was saying. If Alexander noticed what she had said, he only reacted to it by pounding even harder at her pussy. ”Ooooh, yeah! I love it! Fuck me just like that, baby! Fuck mommy, fu…..” Blondie stopped speaking, realizing that she wasbeginning to build to orgasm. Determined to get the orgasm she had yet to attain in her life, she goaded Alexander on. “Fuck mommy, Alexander. I want you to fuck me with all the cock you have!” Alexander pumped even harder into his mother, himself feelingthe building pressure in his balls, signaling his imminent orgasm. “I think…I think…,” he started to say. Blondie grabbed hisbutt and jammed him harder in her. “Yes, baby, I know! Mommy is right there with you. Oh, God, fuck me! Make mommy come!” Forthe next moments, they fucked in silent intensity, their breathing rapid and deep. Sweat rolled off of both their intertwined bodies. The only other sound was the slippery, sucking sound Alexander’s cock make as it pumped madly into his mother. His ballshad shrunk up, a sign that his orgasm was very close. He raised up, poised over his mother as her fucked so that he could look at her. Blondie stared back at him with undisguised wideeyed lust, her tits gyrating with each thrust Alexander made. As she stared, Alexander’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and hethen assumed a grimacing, determined expression. Blondie knew his jism was about boil over in his balls and come firing into her.Without warning, her own orgasm crested and came crashing down on the very beachhead of her soul.”Oh….My….God….ohhhh….yessss…fuuuuck…..mommmy….!”Alexander was fucking spastically, his cock pumping so erratically that the moment before he spurted his load, he slipped out of his mother. Instinctively, Blondie grabbed the jutting, jerking dick and pumped it. An instant later, Alexander groaned loudly and came. He came so hard that the first jet of milky white jism splattered onto his mother’s neck. With each pulse of his orgasm, the streams went a lesser distance. When he was finished, Alexander looked down at his mother to see that he had indeed squirted gobs of cum all over her tits, stomach, and had coated her pussy hair with white spunk. Blondie kept milking his red hot cock until she got all the semen out. When she thought she was done, Alexander lay back on her, uncaring of his cum plastered all over her chest and hugged his mother.Blondie started first, and within a few moments, mother and son wept in joy in their embrace.

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