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The Sex with animals more I thought about him as I drove on, the more I began to think he was sexy too. All those girls saw something and I tried to see him through their eyes. I could see it too. It made me think of Tony when we were younger. I really had the hots for him…I still do. But we were careless and I got pregnant too soon. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a single regret…but the fact is it wasn't planned. I was glad Mikey was being careful. But now I was thinking if I could help him. Could I really masturbate him? Actually manipulate his cock for him so he came!
When Bestiality movies he was 8, Mikey broke his arm. I often had to help him undo his fly and help him go to the bathroom. That involved handling his penis, didn't it? So what's the difference? I saw one immediately; back then it was his penis. Now I was thinking in terms of his cock! My son wanted me to handle his cock. To actually make him ejaculate! No…I was exaggerating; He didn't want me to do it…he needed me to do it. He was suffering and I, as his mother, was in a position to help him. After all, it wasn't as if he was asking to have sex with me was it?
Huh? Huge horse cocks How on earth did I get to that?! I hung the keys on the hook in the kitchen and heard music coming from his bedroom. Mikey was still not up, it seemed. What had he been doing up there, sleeping? Torturing himself by playing with his cock? That word again. Had he been able to come? I felt a tinge of disappointment. He needed my help and I was too late to give it. Was I really disappointed because I hadn't helped? Why was I even thinking this when I didn't even know if he had? But somewhere on the drive home, I had made my decision.
"Hi, Girl dog sex Mikey," I began, walking through the open door to his room. "Christ! Mom…don't you knock?" "Sorry, honey…but your door was open and…" My sentence stayed unfinished as I took in the scene before me. Mikey was propped up in bed reading a magazine. His bedding was down beyond his waist; further than he thought I guess because there was his cock lying across his abdomen. My eyes lingered there, noticing the way it curved from the base to its tip.
Mikey Beast pics saw me looking and put aside his magazine. In doing so, he then realised he was exposing himself to me. His cock seemed to roll over as he reached to pull up a sheet. I was quite disappointed when I lost sight of it, but it allowed me to regain my composure and I moved towards his bed. I saw the mag he'd been reading. It was a stroke magazine; I never saw the name…just the picture of the semi naked girl on the cover. He had made no attempt to hide it; an example of the open relationship we had. But that didn't mean he was going to flaunt his erection in front of his mother. Even if he had asked me to masturbate it for him. Openness…even nakedness does not mean such displays are acceptable.
The Animal fuckers ease with which Mikey felt at the situation was shown as he spoke. "I tried again, mom, I really tried. My hand aches so much, now, it hurts to hold that magazine," he stated, before adding, "and that made it worse…looking at those pictures, because I couldn't do anything about it." "It's okay, Mikey," I told him. "That's what I came to talk to you about. I think I can help you."
With Animal fucking pics that, I began pulling at the sheet that covered his cock. I could tell he was still erect, though not, by now, fully. But the sheet highlighted it nicely until I'd slid it right down, dragging his cock with it until it sprang back into place. "You mean…you're going to help me come?" The relief was plain to hear, let alone the way the frustration left his body.
I Sex with my dog knelt at the side of his bed and reached a hand across his thigh. I noticed how smooth his skin was as I looked up towards his face. Making a light contact with his shaft, his entire body jolted. I reached again for his cock and this time he allowed my fingers to feel their way around it, so I could hold it gently. I could feel him growing in my hand as I wondered how I should do it. Did it matter how I did it? Maybe all he wanted was to come. So I asked. "Okay, Mikey…you are fully hard now…" It didn't sound very sexy. It wasn't meant to be; he is my son after all. As I began stroking him I wanted to give him some control back and I asked him how it was and if he wanted me to do it differently. He could barely get the words out. "It's great, mom…..really great. I love it I...I…aaaahhhh…"
And Animals having sex with that, he started cumming. His essence just pumping out and down over his cock and onto my hand as I held him. It seemed never ending; more and more liquid flowing from him, like a damn had burst. Finally, it stopped and he said, "Sorry, mom…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" It was as if he was apologising for coming prematurely. My son was considerate!
"No need to apologise, Mikey…" I told him, smiling. "I see now just how desperate you were. Let me just get something to clean us up." I went to his bathroom where I ran my hand under hot water, rinsing my son's semen from my fingers, before wringing out a face cloth and returning to his room. I found him wiping himself with tissues. "Here…let me," I told him, sitting on the bed and I reached over, placing the wet and warm cloth over his tummy. I mopped him there, before taking the cloth to his genitals where I gently rubbed his balls. The cloth was still warm and I could only imagine how comforting this was as he sighed in pleasure.
I Horse cum shots continued to stroke him, before the heat was lost, sliding my covered hand around and over his cock. He began to stiffen again and I wasn't entirely surprised. It wasn't unusual for a teenager; Tony was the same years ago. Even now there were occasions when his recovery time was pretty quick. Usually this would be when we were fucking and I'd feel in the mood for having him in my ass and say so. Sometimes he'd be so close to coming in my pussy that he couldn't stop himself. But he'd be so turned on by me telling him where I wanted his cock, that he'd be hard again in next to no time.
Anyway, Beastiality mpeg forum I wanted to feel Mikey's cock in my hand again so I took the cloth away and traced my fingers along his length before taking hold of him. As my fingers slid around it, he sighed with pleasure. "Oh mom…that's so good." I kept my hand around his cock, enjoying the warmth, before resuming the stroking I knew would give him even more pleasure. I had become an accomplished ‘masturbatrix' judging by the reactions from Tony over the years and I was just thinking that Mikey could benefit from my expertise when I realised he was easing his pelvis up and down; the movements causing his cock to slide through my fingers, as if he was fucking my hand. "Please, mom," he whispered, hoarsely, "stroke me some more."
So I began moving my hand up and down his shaft, sliding my thumb over the tip and feeling the pre-cum already oozing out. His breathing sped up as I wanked him some more and I was just establishing a rhythm when he started to ejaculate once more. I was again feeling my son's orgasm as his cum, once again, began pumping from his penis and over my hand. I held him, waiting for his spasms to subside, saying, "You really needed this, honey, didn't you?"
* Animal fucking pics * * * * That evening my mind was in turmoil. Was I wrong to have done it? Had I crossed a line? I was worried I'd begun something that I couldn't stop. I thought about what I'd said, just after Mikey came again; about him needing it. It was an understatement, but did it have another meaning? Did other sons want their mothers to hold their cocks…to masturbate them until they came? By the time I went to bed, I had things pretty straight in my head. There was an end to this. It was only happening because Mikey hurt his hand. I was partly responsible and I was in a position to help. I told myself it would end when his hand was better.
As Tony was between my thighs, thrusting, my mind was not really there. As he came, shooting his hot seed into my pussy, I had already decided to do a better job with my son's cock the next day. Mikey deserved more than the quick hand jobs I'd given him. * * * * * I sleep nude, but as I usually keep my husband company before he leaves for work, I had thrown on one of his T-shirts. I had no panties on but you'd never know; the shirt covered me to mid-thigh.