Mommy Smokes For Chris

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Mommy Smokes For Chris”Chris, I really don’t mind. A lot of people have that kind of fixation.” Carrie lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter on the table. “Come over here and watch. It’s not like we’re an uptight family.” She let out a husky laugh, letting slow burst of smoke trail past her lips. She watched her son lazily get up and walk to the table, his cock straining against his shorts. “I don’t know why,” he began, “even with all the things we’ve done, I feel weird wanting to watch you smoke. Same for Krista. I just think it’s…””Fucking hot?” Carrie’s cheeks sucked in as she took a drag off of her cigarette and blew the smoke out over her head. A light cloud was forming in the dining room. “Why wouldn’t you think it’s hot? You get to see you mommy and sister being naughty and smoking.” She smiled, taking another drag, playing with the smoke by letting it drift out of the corners of her mouth. “Well, yeah, but…I don’t know, I still feel weird.” “Sssshhh… Just watch. Relax.” Carrie’s voice was smooth and calming. The two sat in mostly silence while she smoked. She loved that he was watching her. She loved that something as simple as a cigarette could turn him on. She understood why he liked it, even if he didn’t. It was just another taboo in their relationship. Something that shouldn’t be done. And the way her mouth, and lips, and tongue moved just added to the eroticism. Carrie leaned back and crossed her legs, gently bobbing a foot up and down. She was wearing a tiny pair of white jean shorts, frayed on the legs. Her thighs were tan and fleshy, very curvy. She noticed Chris’s eyes darting back and forth from her thighs to her smoking lips. Each time she pulled the cigarette from her lips, a barely audible ‘pop’ could be heard as her lipstick stuck to the filter. “Mmmm…” Chris let out a very quiet moan. He was a little embarrassed as his mother smiled, clearly hearing it. “Relax, sweetie. Why don’t you take care of that?” She motioned with her foot to his large erection. He nodded as he lifted his hips up and slid his shorts down. His cock jumped loose. A thin string of pre-cum stuck to his shorts. “That’s a good boy.” Carrie took another drag by doing a snap in hale. The white wad of smoke appeared, and disappeared in her mouth, she held it, then blew it out. “Do you like this?” Chris could only nod while he slowly jacked off. Chris’s cock was warm in his hand, and thick. “Do you like watching illegal bahis other women smoke, or is it just me and Krista?” Carrie flicked the end of her cigarette with her thumb, ashing in the ashtray, then took another drag. “I…like watching other women…too.” Chris’s breathing was getting labored. He wasn’t lying. He enjoyed seeing other women smoke also. He loved pulling up next to a woman at a stop light to see her smoking, or at a bar or restaurant. They typically held their cigarettes delicately away and to the side out of courtesy for the people at the table, periodically puffing at it, nodding in mid conversation, and blowing the smoke high and away. “Hmmmm…” Carrie smiled as she snuffed the cigarette out, blowing the last plume of smoke into the air. “That must be so amazing. Having something like that turn you on so much. It’s like having your own personal porno playing in public, but no one else can see it.” She looked at Chris, his face almost disappointed. “Don’t worry baby, I have plenty more.” She winked and pulled another cigarette out, delicately holding it in her lips and lighting it. It sizzled as she drew on it and it came to life. Chris starting stroking a little faster. Truth be told, he could have cum right there. But, he wanted to preserve the moment, much like his mother wanted to preserve a cigarette while she smoked. Pre-cum was pooling on the head of his cock. He swiped it up with his finger and sucked it clean. He tasted sweet and salty. Carrie smiled at him and brushed her hair out of her face. Watching her son jack off while she smoked was very unique and enticing to her. “Would you want to fuck me while I’m smoking? Hmmm? Would that do something for you?” She asked, not taking her eyes off his swollen cock. “Or do you just like casual smoking?” “Oh fuckkk…I love just watching-UGH! Just watching you, kinda’ casual. But I’d love to have you riding this fucking cock while you smoke.” Chris was barely able to focus and get the words out. His mother’s tits heaved and jiggled just slightly every time she inhaled and exhaled. He could see her hard nipples pressing against her shirt, begging for attention. Carrie stood up seductively. “Let’s go to the couch then.” Carrie sat her cigarette in the ash tray while she stripped her only two articles of clothing off. Her heavy tits sprang free of her tight shirt, and the shorts slid down her thighs into a pile on the floor. She illegal bahis siteleri kicked them away with her foot, lit a fresh cigarette, and headed into the living room. Chris watched his mother’s ass squish up and down as she walked, her hand held delicately to the side, cigarette burning. He peeled his shirt off and sat down on the couch, now naked. His cock was standing tall and rigid. Carrie leaned over at the waist, her legs spread wide, and slid his cock into her mouth. Chris gasped in pleasure, raising his hips up to her face. She vibrated his cock with a quiet, humming laugh. Before standing back up, she drooled a blob of white spit on to his cock. Chris slicked the spit up and down his shaft and held his thick dick in place while his mother straddled him. She was on her knees on the couch, Chris’s cock pressed against her wet pussy. She took a drag of her cigarette, then held it out to the side with one hand, while she balanced her self with the other. Chris grabbed her fleshy hips and pulled her down onto his cock. The hot rush from her soaking wet pussy was almost too intense. He moaned and buried his face into her heavy, soft tits. She smelled like smoke and perfume. “Mmmm…you feel so good baby. Mommy loves that fat fucking dick she gave you.” Carrie tilted her head back and let her son feast on her cleavage. His strong hands felt amazing on her flesh. He gently pulled at her nipples with his teeth, sending a wave of goosebumps up her spine. She swore she could feel his cock in her stomach. He was thick, and hard, and tall. Even if she squeezed as hard as she could, her kegel muscles just weren’t any competition for it. Chris kept his eyes focused on his mother’s smoking, breaking his gaze only periodically to play in her tits. He could feel her grinding rhythmically against his crotch with his cock buried deep inside of her. He knew she was dripping down the couch cushion by now. He matched her rhythm, and picked up the speed. With each upward thrust he made, he squeezed his cheeks hard to the point that he could feel the fabric from the couch cushion getting sucked against his asshole. Each downward thrust spread his cheeks apart, pressing his asshole against the couch. It was a unique, and pleasurable feeling. The texture from the corduroy felt good on the sensitive nerves on his anus. The pair were starting to sweat as they worked to match, and pass the other’s rhythm. It was canlı bahis siteleri getting to be too much for them. “I’m close baby…” Carrie’s whisper was breathless and smokey. “Are you ready? Are you ready?” “Fuck yesssshhh!” Chris wrapped his arms around her and took her to the floor. He felt her strong thighs squeeze him in tight. Carrie took one last drag from her cigarette and held it over her head, blowing the smoke in a large plume. She would have tossed the cigarette, but it would have likely burned the carpet. “Ohhhh yessssshhhh! That’s it baby! Give it to mama! That’s it! That’s it!” Carrie was growling while Chris pounded her pussy harder and deeper. His knees dug into the carpet with each thrust. He buried his face in his mother’s smokey and perfumey neck. He could hear the squishing as his dick pummeled her pussy. He knew there was a white, frothy mess between them, there always was. “Oh mommy! Oh mommy! Oh mommy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Chris was screaming into his mother’s ear as he thrust deep into her. He felt her squeeze her thighs and hold him tight as her own orgasm washed over her. Chris let loose a river of cum inside of his mother. She arched her back and let out a half scream, half growl as her son’s hot, sticky cum filled her up. Her clit was on fire, and her pussy was quivering.”Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh ffffffffffffffuckkkk!” Carrie hissed in his ear. “Oh fuck….oh fuck….” she was breathless as she lay on the floor, enjoying Chris’s dying strokes. He kept slipping his cock in and out of her, slowly, and not as deep. “That’s my baby…good boy….” Carrie kissed him on his sweaty forehead and ran her hand through his hair. “That’s mama’s good boy…” She kissed him on the lips, and took a drag from her dying cigarette, blowing a the plume of smoke high above the two of them. Seconds later, they heard the front door being unlocked. Krista walked in, and shut the door behind her. “I’m home!” She called before noticing her mom and brother on the floor. “Oh! Hey.” she smiled. “You two just finish up?” Krista asked as she tossed her purse on the end table. She looked on lustily at the tangled pile her mom and brother were in. Their bodies were glistening with a thin film of sweat, and she couldn’t see it from her angle, but she could smell the sweet, musky mixture of his cum and her pussy juice. It was a mixture she would never forget, as she had eaten and drank it dozens of times. She pulled a cigarette from her mom’s pack and lit it. Chris’s cock twitched inside his mother’s pussy while he watched, making her giggle a raspy laugh. “What’s so funny?” Krista asked as she began to unbutton her jeans.

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