Let me paint you a picture of pure debauchery, a mother’s deepest desires realized. I am Polly, a woman whose appetite for anal sex knows no limits. My journey into motherhood was motivated by a deeper, more carnal desire—the lust for unending cockteasing. And trust me, I succeeded gloriously!
My son, a ample-membered god sent from above, became the vessel for my most forbidden fantasies. His cock, forever at the ready, was my constant companion in this delectable dance of taboo. Whenever the craving struck, I’d saunter into his bedroom, my eyes afire with lust, and my ass provocatively beckoning. The sight of my hungry, moist holes would send his cock into a frenzy, and I, the undisputed mistress of this erotic symphony, conducted the affair with expert precision.
The slow, tormented penetration into my ass was a ritual in and of itself. The sheer thrill of having your cock—my dear son’s formidable weapon—gliding into my awaiting depths, was enough to send me spinning into a pleasure-induced daze. And then, the main event. I’d urge you, plead with you, to unleash the full force of your youthful vigor upon my willing backside.
The vision of my ass, stretched to the limits of decency, bouncing frenziedly with each forceful thrust, was a sight to behold. It was as if my very essence craved the invasive pleasure, longing to devour every inch of your being. But on this fateful occasion, I yearned for more. I craved a journey into the uncharted—the untamed territories of my hungry pussy.
With a simple withdrawal, the adventure began. Your cock, obedient to my every desire, found its way into my dripping cunt. The wet, squelching noises that accompanied each relentless thrust seemed to drown out any feeble protests I might have voiced. My mommy parts seemed possessed, hungry for your invasion, longing for the ecstasy only you could bring.
As the shockwaves of pleasure rippled through my body, I pleaded for the impossible—to halt the inevitable. But you, my dear son, had a mind of your own, and the warm, creamy release was soon spilled within my depths.
Does this story leave you yearning for more, my dear friend?
