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Birthday MorningCarrie pulled the long zipper up to the middle of her thigh. The black leather boots fit her curvy legs snugly. She had just a tad bit of flesh overhang the top of the boots. Every nerve in her body was tingling with excitement, from her finger tips to her clit. She pulled the bubble gum-pink lipstick from her make up bag and coated her lips, then tossed her fingers through her blonde curly hair. She piled the curls high on her head in a loose bun. A few strands hung down by her creamy neck. Aside from the thigh-high, high-heeled boots, Carrie was wearing nothing but skin. The clock by the sink read 6:00 am. She’d spent the last couple of hours in the shower, doing her hair, doing her make up, lotioning and re-lotioning her supple skin, and, her favorite, shaving her legs and pussy. She couldn’t stop rubbing herself because everything felt so sensitive from the fresh shave. 6:02 now. She gently squeezed her heavy tits and ran her hands down her ribs, between her legs and over her pierced clit. It was time. Carrie turned, opened the bathroom door and began the walk from her bedroom to her 18 year old son’s room. Her pace was fast and deliberate, like she was on a mission. Her heels clicked on the wood floor and each step made her tits jiggle and shake. Her fleshy ass was pushed high and her cheeks squished and stretched as she walked. A nervous and devious grin stretched across her face and her heart beat was rapid. She was naked and exposed, she ran her hands across her ass and dragged her nails across the skin. She stopped in front of her son’s door. She could feel her pussy dripping down her thighs, leaving a thin, moist trickle into her boots. Carrie knocked on the door and opened it.Chris’s room was dark, illuminated only by the hallway light shining past Carrie’s body. She could see him stir under the sheets as he woke up. He squinted and held a hand up against the light. “Mom?” His voice was hoarse as he woke up.”Yes, sweetie.” Carrie was surprised she was able to speak and not stutter.”Something wrong?” Chris pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. As his vision focused, he looked up and dropped his jaw. Was he dreaming? “Happy birthday.” Carrie’s voice was heavy and sultry. Each second that passed gave her more confidence. She looked on her son the way a tiger looks at prey. She began a slow walk, or a “stalk” to her son’s bed. The boots clicked with each step. Her deep, inner thighs were slick with juices. Carrie was so wet that she was surprised she was walking, not swimming. She turned on the lamp sitting on the dresser and let her son see her fully naked body in the light for the first time. Chris’s eyes were wide as he watched Carrie walk to his bed. He kept scanning his mother’s body, from the tall boots to the shiny piercing between her thighs, then up to the heavy, fleshy tits that hung gently by her rib cage. His cock began to creep to life. Carrie stood over her son and let him ogle her body. She was the tiger, and he was the prey, but she’s the one who felt vulnerable. She had never felt so naked and exposed, she felt…inside out. The light from the lamp was gentle and gave her curves soft shadows. She turned to let him see her ass, relaxed her cheeks and gave it a slow wiggle like she’d seen in strip clubs and pornos and rap videos. The relaxed flesh shook. Carrie stepped a leg out to the side, the boot clicking on the wood, then bent forward at the waist, her cheeks spreading to show her slick pussy and cute, puckered ass hole. Chris’s breathing was deep and heavy. His cock was gümüşhane rus escort as solid as granite now. He hadn’t noticed, but he had his hand wrapped around his cock through the blanket. He gave it slow, hard squeezes as he watched his mother’s show.”Do you like what you see?” Carrie asked as she looked over her shoulder at her son. “…uh huh.” He nodded, still darting his eyes up and down her body. He could smell her fragrant pussy. It made his mouth water and reminded him of all the times he’d had his face buried in between some girl’s thighs. But, this wasn’t some girl, this was his mom. Carrie stood back up straight, the leather boots creaking. She turned back to her son, giving him another full frontal view, then stepped forward, placing a knee on the bed. She reached out and gently pushed him on to his back and climbed in to the bed with him. She felt his thick cock press against her thigh as she maneuvered on top of him. She scooted back so that she was straddling his thighs, her pussy was spread nice and wide. she reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. She squeezed it and pressed down against his pelvis. The pressure made him gasp. “Do you want in me?” Carrie asked with a playful, lusty grin. Chris swallowed and finally answered. “Yeah.” Carrie’s smile grew. She lifted one leg and then the other as she pulled his shorts down and then he kicked them off with his feet. He felt her pussy drip onto his thigh. It was an electric and erotic thought to know that his mother’s pussy juice was dripping on him. Carrie reached a hand between her legs, spread her loose pussy lips, scooping a puddle of her juices onto her hand. She opened her hand and showed her son how wet she was as the juices made strings and webs between her fingers. She sucked it all off and swallowed. Carrie moved forward, lifted her self up, and sat down on her son’s cock. She gasped as Chris’s hard cock filled her up. She could feel it pressing against her walls. There was plenty of girth and it was just long enough to push against her cervix on her slow, downward thrusts. Chris dug his hands into his mother’s hips, squeezing her flesh and pulling her down in rhythm to her movements. She leaned forward on him and hung onto the headboard, dangling her tits in his face. Their swinging matched her rhythm. She smelled incredible. Chris tried to breath in as much of her has he could. She smelled like the lotion he’d stolen from her on more than one occasion to jack off. Her tits hung tantalizingly close to his lips, but he couldn’t catch them in his mouth as they were starting to swing more and more as she quickened her pace. He could feel the piercing above her clit pressing into this pelvis. He never would have thought she was pierced. He had seen the tribal-style, flower tramp stamp hundreds of times, but he never would have guessed she was pierced.Carrie felt electric. She felt full. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter, which made the sex louder and louder. Each thrust caused a slick, sucking sound. she was dripping down his balls and on to the sheets. Three, two, one…she came. Her whole body clenched and flexed and she pressed her pussy hard into her son. This provided enough of a pause for Chris to get a mouth full of her tits. Carrie giggled as she felt his mouth and hands wrap around her dangling tits. “Mmmm…” Carrie moaned as she rocked her hips around on Chris’s cock. “Mommy like.” She enjoyed the swirling tongue and gentle nibbles from his teeth, then slowly rolled gümüşhane rus escort bayan onto her back. Chris climbed between her legs on his knees and took a moment to enjoy the view. Her tits were laying on her chest and slightly to her sides. Her stomach was flat, her thighs glistening and wet. But, most impressive was her pussy. Carrie’s pussy was a pink, smooth work of art. Her labia protruded outward with enough skin to be gently grasped and pulled by a pair of fingers or lips. Her clit barely peeked out of the hood where a blue hoop was weaved through the skin. He met her eyes as his gaze climbed upward. “Fuck me.” She mouthed the words, but didn’t actually say them. She bit her bubble gum-pink lip and arched her hips up towards her son. Chris didn’t need any more convincing. He pulled her close to him and angled his cock down into her inviting pussy. They both gasped and he began to pound away. Each thrust landed with a loud slap and her whole body shook. Her tits jumped up towards her face so she wrapped an arm under them, scooping the loose flesh into a pile. They’re violent jumps were now short jiggles. She felt Chris’s fingers digging into her hips as he tightened his grip so he could fuck her harder and faster. She kept getting wetter. Her pussy was a creamy mess and she could feel her cum rolling down to her ass hole and making a puddle on the already soaked sheets. “Fuck me, baby…fuck me.” Carrie kept gasping while her son drilled his cock in and out of her. “Fuck mommy…”Chris wiped a glob of their juices from her pussy and rubbed her clit piercing with his thumb. This drove her wild and she slapped his hand away to do it herself, faster with a better angle. The hard fucking continued and as Chris plowed deeper and deeper, Carrie felt her body erupt in pleasure again. The house was filled with loud screams of “I’m cumming! Fuckmommyfuckmommmyfuckmommy!…Yes!” Her body tensed as she squeezed her toes against the boots and wrapped her leather-clad legs around her son’s waist. Carrie pulled Chris down on top of her, still buried deep inside of her. The two were covered in sweat, her hair matted to her forehead. Chris kept pushing in and out of her while their tongues explored each others mouths and necks. Carried scratched her nails down Chris’s back and whispered in his ear, “I’m on the pill…do you want to cum in me?” She giggled as she felt his cock jump after saying that. “Fuck yes.” was all he could answer. She felt his thrusts get deeper and harder. He grabbed her hair and twisted her head to the side, kissing and nibbling her ear. As she reveled in the passion she was submerged in, she saw a bottle on the night stand. It was baby oil. “Let’s get a little messy.” Carrie hissed in his ear. She reached a hand out and grabbed the bottle. Chris sat up, keeping his cock in side of his mom’s soaking pussy. “And what do you have this for?” She asked coyly as she winked at him. He chuckled. Carrie flipped the cap on the baby oil and tilted it upside down, starting at her neck and making a trail down her body. The oil was warm and spread over her body. Chris began rubbing the lotion in to his mom’s body. He played with her tits and squeezed her nipples between his fingers. She kept squirting the baby oil on her, it was making a huge mess on the sheets. Chris dragged his hand down her body and a wave of oil rolled down her stomach and to her pelvis. He pulled his cock out with a “shlop” and rubbed the oil into her already slick pussy. His mom sat rus escort gümüşhane up and bent over on the bed, putting her ass and pussy high in the air with a tight arch in her back. Chris grabbed the bottle and squeezed the oil all over her ass and back with one hand, rubbing it in with the other. She had waterfalls of baby oil dripping off of her. He finished the bottle off by aiming it right at her ass hole, making it drip straight down to the fleshy labia below. Chris took his time rubbing and playing with his mom’s oily body, stroking his cock as he did so. He couldn’t wait any more. He stuffed his cock inside of her. It went in effortlessly. He tried to grip her hips, but she was too slick. “Grab my hair, baby.” Carrie reached a hand up and undid her hair, shaking it free for him to get a grip on. “Yes!” she grunted as he grabbed a fist full and starting fucking again. He continued pounding, harder and harder, pulling her hair tight. “Don’t be shy, baby. You’re not gonna’ hurt mommy. Pull harder!” Chris followed her order and pulled her hair harder, letting him fuck her harder. He reached a hand under her and squeezed a soft, heavy, oily tit. He was close to cumming. He looked down at the tramp stamp. He’d never seen it from this angle. “Are you ready to cum in mommy?” Carrie’s husky voice was breathless and jolty as she was pounded by her son. “Oh, god yesss…” Chris hissed. He shoved her onto her stomach and his mother squeezed her legs together. He had a tight grip on her hair and his cock was deeper then ever. His hard pounding was now deep strokes. He pressed his cock down hard against her pussy and just a few thrusts later, he was erupting inside her. “Ohh, yeah! Good boy, baby. Mommy’s proud!” Carrie moaned as she felt her son’s thick, white ropes of cum fill her up. They laid in bed, a sticky, cummy, sweaty mess. Her bubble gum-pink lipstick smeared, her pile of curly hair now a tangled mess, her pussy a sloppy, cum-filled pile of tingling flesh. Chris slid out of her and laid on his back, hoping for some rest. Apparently they weren’t done.Carrie straddled her son’s head and lowered her beat up pussy on to his lips. She felt his hands wrap around her thighs and his lips lock on to her clit. Then his tongue dipped deep inside of her. She felt his cum oozing out of her and she was sure he was getting a load of it in his mouth. He kept lapping and she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. She piled her hair up again and climbed off of him. “Yummy?” she asked?”Oh yeah…” Chris licked his lips. The sun was out now and the room was filled with the scents of pussy, cum, and baby oil. Carrie opened the window next to the bed and a wash of fresh air rolled in. She unzipped the boots to let her legs breath. The were filled with sweat and baby oil. She ran a hand across the sweat and oil mixture. “I need a cigarette.” Carrie started to get up.”I think Samantha left some in the nightstand on your side.” Samantha was his girlfriend. “Oh. Goody. Want one?” Carrie asked as she pulled a pack and a lighter out of the drawer. “I don’t smoke.” “Oh, then I’ll wait.” Carrie started to close the drawer.”No, go ahead.”Carrie took a cigarette from the pack and delicately held it in her pink lips. She lit it and drew inhaled the smoke, then slowly let it curl out of her mouth. Chris’s eyes were fixed on her. “Do you like watching me smoke?” Carrie asked in between drags. He nodded. She smiled and continued playing with the smoke. She blew it out and sucked it back in real quick, then let it lazily trail out of her mouth. Each drag ended with a quiet “pop” as her lipstick became unstuck from the cigarette. She felt warm all over. “Happy birthday, baby.” she said as she took another drag of the cigarette. As she finished smoking, she tossed the cigarette out the window and the two lay in bed, covered covered in baby oil and cum, their bodies numb and satisfied.

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