Mind-Controlled Mama Loves Her Sons
“Why do we have to go,” Billy demanded. My second son with my mother was not looking happy.
“Because it’s Michael’s birthday,” I said to my son, a smile on my face. “And you’re not old enough. Still have a few days go to.”
“S’not fair,” muttered Billy. He looked quite a bit like me with brown hair and eyes, his hair mussed. Not surprising. My mom and I both had brown hair, but she had green eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I want to stay,” said Philip, the youngest of the four of my kids that lived with us. He was my second son with my wife Donna. He bounced up and down. His hair had a brassy note to it. Not quite red like his mother’s but not my brown either.
“Let us stay, Dad,” said my second oldest son. He was just a few months away from being eighteen. Rickie was a good kid, but he was as excited as the others.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Grandpa is taking you three out to Six Flags. Is your brother Michael going to Six Flags?”
“No,” Rickie said. “He’s going to fuck Mama Rita. I want to. And to fuck Mama.” He glanced at Donna.
“When you’re old enough,” I said, giving him a stern look. “You don’t want to get your mothers in trouble.”
“That’s right,” Donna said, ruffling his hair. “In a few more months you’ll be back inside me. Now, go, have fun with your grandpa.”
“That’s right, boys,” Dad said. He had graying hair now. Unlike Mom, he kept aging, but she didn’t. Having my son kept her perpetually a MILF at the peak of her prime. Donna was eager for that same treatment. She was maturing nicely. My wife was a gorgeous MILF. “Come on. You’re going to make your old grandpa ride every roller coaster, right.”
He corralled the boys out. Dad had never left Mom. He lived in the guesthouse still married to her technically. But Mom was my wife. Had been since I married Donna. Not legally, but that didn’t matter when it came to what the heart cared about.
Michael had a huge grin on his face. He was so ready to have sex with our mother. I glanced at him. His face paled for a moment. He wiped sweaty hands on his jeans. He was nervous, too. Eighteen and finally old enough to have sex with Mom.
Donna whipped out her phone. “Oh, this is going to be so beautiful. Look at how handsome you are, Michael. Mmm, like your father was at that age.”
“I am, Mama Donna?” he asked, looking so happy about it.
“That’s right,” Donna said. “Now, I know your mother is waiting for you. She’s all ready to make love to you. Let’s go.”
“Yeah,” Michael said. He glanced at the stairs.
“It’s okay, Son, your mother is going to love you.” I smiled. Mom wanted this so much, and since I was a good Mama’s boy, I was eager to make sure that she had everything she desired. That belt buckle’s spell still had me after all these years. “So let’s go and make her dreams come true.”
“Yeah!” Michael shouted and darted for the stairs.
Donna flashed me a big grin. “He’s definitely your son, Jason. Look at how eager he is to get into your mother!”
I chuckled and followed after him, my wife on my heels. I hurried up the stairs and headed to the bedroom I shared with Mom and Donna. Michael burst in and stopped in the doorway. He stared in awe at Mom. I couldn’t see her, yet, but I knew he was looking at something special. Our mother naked.
“Wow, Mama,” he said and took a step closer to her. “You’re so beautiful, Mama. I mean… Your boobies are huge.”
Donna giggled behind me as I reached the doorway. Mom was naked and sauntering to our son from the bed. Her big breasts swayed back and forth, her curly-brown hair danced around her shoulders. She had such a lovely and welcoming smile on her face as she reached him.
“Oh, Michael, look at you,” she purred, her hands stroking his face. “I’ve been looking so forward to this.”
My mother kissed our son. She planted her plump lips on the trembling young man’s mouth. He groaned, his hands balling into fists for a moment. Then he reached out, nervous to touch her. He didn’t quite make it as her tongue danced in his mouth. She loved him so much as Donna pressed against me.
“This is going to be magical, honey,” Donna whispered. She kissed my cheek. “Mmm, your son is going to be as much of a stud as you.”
Mom broke the kiss and pulled our son a few feet into the room. I smiled and pulled off my t-shirt, wanting to get naked fast. My dick was so hard to share my son with our mother. This would be an amazing day of fun.
Donna kept filming it as Mom pulled off Michael’s t-shirt. “Oh, my, look at how sexy you are,” she cooed as she ran her hands up and down his torso. “My, my, Mama’s little boy is growing up to be a man just like his father.”
“Thanks, Mom,” my son said. He glanced at me and looked away.
I smiled. He was so excited for it. So eager to be in his mother. To slide his cock into her pussy. It was a joy that I knew so well. I was hard as I unsnapped my jeans and shoved off my pants. Donna aimed the camera down at my cock bulging my boxers. I smiled and shook my head at my wife.
She winked at me as I shoved off my boxers, too. My cock popped out. I was nice and hard, my dick thrusting out from my crotch. My balls swayed as I shoved down the underwear. My wife licked her lips before I motioned to them.
Mom knelt before our son and unsnapped his jeans. “Ooh, let’s see how hung my good boy is.”
“I… Don’t be disappointed,” Michael said, squirming.
“Now how could I be disappointed?” Mom asked. “You’re my good boy.” She pulled down his jeans and boxers in moments. My son popped out. I didn’t stare or anything. My wife cooed in appreciation. He must have a nice-size one.
“Oh, what a lovely cock, Michael,” Mom cooed. She grabbed him, stroking him. “You got your father’s cock.” Mom glanced at me and winked.
I smiled at her.
“Just such a beautiful cock, Michael,” Mom purred. She rubbed her cheek into the crown of our son’s dick, smearing precum across his face, Donna recording the special moment. “Yes, yes, are you ready for your Mama to blow your dick, Michael? Will you be a good boy and give Mama all your cum.”
“Yes,” Michael croaked. He trembled, staring down at our mother. I smiled. He was so ready to have his first BJ from Mom.
Donna nudged me and whispered, “It’ll make a great shot if you fuck your mother as she blows your son.”
I smiled at my wife and nodded. I moved behind our mother as she licked at Michael’s cock. He gasped as her tongue slid over the spongy crown of his cock, gathering up the precum that bubbled out of him. My son shuddered and groaned, his hands balling into fists.
“Oh, fuck, Mom,” he gasped then winced.
“You’re becoming a man, son,” I said, falling to my knees behind Mom. My cock smacked her plump rump. “Mama’s heard worse in bed.”
“Mmm, yes, yes, you’re such a big boy, Michael,” moaned Mom. She licked his cock, worshiped it.
I slid my cock down my mom’s plump ass. I had no jealousy in sharing him with my mother. I was glad that they were having sex. This was how it should be. Sons should fuck their mothers. And I ached to slide into mine.
I nuzzled my cock into her brown brush as she loved our son’s dick with her tongue. She bathed him with her tongue, licking and lapping with hunger. My dick nuzzled into Mom’s bush. Her curls spilled over me. She had such a thick bush. She felt incredible as I pressed through the jungle to find her cunt.
Her pussy lips slid over my cock. She moaned, “Jason!” as I thrust into her. “Oh, yes, yes, your father knows how to fuck his Mama!”
“Dad,” Michael groaned as I slid into our mother’s cunt. “Wow.”
I winked at my son as I plunged into her warm, wet pussy with ease. I savored that tight embrace around me. She squeezed about me. It was incredible sliding deeper and deeper into my mother’s cunt. I loved being in her. Savoring her juicy cunt about me.
I bottomed out in the best pussy in the world. My mother’s cunt.
“Jason,” she moaned then swallowed our son’s cock. She slid her mouth over his cock and sucked.
“Fuck, Mama!” Michael gasped, his head tossing back as he experienced our mother’s mouth.
I smiled and grabbed Mom’s big breasts. I squeezed those lovely knockers. Still firm yet soft. Plump and perfect. Donna filmed it all, her green eyes brimming with lust. Staring at the camera, I drew back my hips. I fucked my mother as she blew our son.
I drove my cock back into her pussy. My balls smacked into her bush. She moaned as she suckled. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down our son’s dick. She nursed with passion, the slurping sounds filling the bedroom.
I pumped away hard and fast. I buried into Mom’s cunt. I savored the incestuous delight of plunging into her over and over again. Her hot flesh held me, massaging me. I groaned, savoring every inch of her twat. I loved being in her pussy.
“Mama! Mama!” Michael groaned as Mom blew him. “Oh, shit, that’s good. Your mouth… Mama! Your mouth is incredible.”
She purred as she suckled on him. She wanted his cum so much. I loved it. I drove hard into Mom’s pussy, stirring up her twat with my cock. The heat of her juicy twat melted down my shaft to my balls. They tightened with my load of cum.
Mom’s brown hair danced as she bobbed her head. She gripped our son’s hips as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. She suckled with such noisy hunger. I fucked her pussy in time to her slurping sounds, following her rhythm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Michael moaned, his face twisting with delight. “Oh, that’s so good, Mama.”
“Yes, enjoy your mama’s mouth,” Donna cooed. “Just give her all that cum. Your father is enjoying her pussy. You’re going to be in her soon, honey.”
“I will be, Mama Donna,” Michael moaned, his face twisting. He grabbed a fistful of Mom’s hair. “That’s so hot. You’re making me feel so good.”
“Cum in your mother’s mouth, Michael,” I panted, plunging away hard and fast at our mother’s cunt. I fucked the pussy that had brought us both into this world. I had bred Mom twice.