KLRXO Stories

Chapter 153: Off to College and Into Mom_2

As soon as she hung up, there was a knock at Brandon's dorm room door. He answered and saw Adriana standing there in a sexy pose.

"Hi Brandon, can I come in?" she asked with a sly grin.

As Brandon opened the door wider to let Adriana in, his heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a snug tank top that hugged her curves and tight Daisy Duke shorts that left little to the imagination. Her luscious ass cheeks were hanging halfway out of the shorts, and he could feel his erection starting to return.

"I haven't spoken to you in a couple of days," she stated, snooping around his tiny dorm room. "Have you forgotten about me already?"

Brandon shook his head, trying to focus on her words instead of her enticing appearance. "Not at all, I've just been... busy." He trailed off, not wanting to mention his phone call with his mother.

"Busy with who?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And don't say no one, Brandon, because your dorm room wreaks of pussy."

"My roommate must have had someone in here then, because it certainly wasn't me," he replied defensively.

"What's that you have there?" she asked, noticing the small box in his hand.

"Oh this, um...just something I have to drop off at the post office. It's, uh..." Brandon stumbled over his words as Adriana snatched the box from his hand and began reading the label.

"For your girlfriend back home?" she asked slyly.

"No, just...something for my mom," he clarified, feeling a flush creeping up his neck.

"Aww, that's so cute," she beamed. "Are you a momma's boy, Brandon?"

"Well, kind of I guess," he blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed by her teasing.

"There's nothing wrong with being close with your mom. I'm pretty sure my mom has been fucking my brother Alex for years now," Adriana revealed nonchalantly.

"You think so?" Brandon asked, surprised by her revelation.

"Yeah, I think it started during Covid. The two of them quarantined in our mountain cottage and I'm pretty sure that's where they started doing the nasty. I caught them a few times after they got back home, but promised I wouldn't tell my dad."

"Well, my mom and I are close, but not like that," Brandon said, stopping himself before adding the word 'yet' to the sentence. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he and his mother were ever alone for an extended period like Adriana's mother and brother had been.

Adriana gracefully sank onto his bed, leaning back against the pillows. With a sly smirk, she slowly spread her thighs open, inviting him in. "So, are we ever gonna fuck or is your head still 'all over the place,' like you told me last time?"

Brandon shifted uncomfortably, torn between his desire for her and his pressing need to send an important package to his mother. "I'd love to, but I really need to get this package off first. It's got some...time-sensitive material inside."

Adrian stood up, rolling her eyes in frustration. "I really like you, Brandon. But if you keep making excuses like this, I'll eventually get tired of waiting and move on."

He nodded understandingly as she spoke, fully aware of the consequences of his indecision. "I know," he replied.

"Most young adults don't come to college just for the education," she stated bluntly. "We come here to fuck too, and maybe that's just not as important to you as it is to me."

"It is," Brandon added.

"We'll see. The ball's in your court now, Brandon."

As he watched her depart from his dorm room with a confident sway of her half-exposed ass and toned legs, Brandon couldn't help but wonder if he was making the right choice by prioritizing his mom over a potential relationship with Adriana or at least a chance a losing his virginity.

Leslie's husband Luo found her in her large walk-in closet, surrounded by racks of clothes and drawers filled with lingerie. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror, admiring herself in a lacy bra and matching panties that left little to the imagination.

"Have you heard from Brandon?" Luo asked, eyeing his wife appreciatively.

Leslie turned to face him, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Yeah, I called him yesterday to make sure he got a package I sent."

Luo raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh, nice...what did you send him?"

A mischievous grin spread across Leslie's face, recalling the sound of Brandon's pleasure-filled grunts as he released his pent-up cum-load inside the package she had sent. "Just some yummy goodies from home for him to enjoy," she replied with a smirk.

"In fact, he's sending me something that should arrive by mail today too," she added with excitement. "I can't wait to receive it."

Luo chuckled, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. "Something for all of us?"

Leslie snickered and leaned into her husband's embrace. "Oh no, just for me, honey. I'm sure it will be long consumed by the time you get home."

"It's something edible?"

"Mm-hm. It's just a little something Brandon made yesterday that he wants me to try. I'm sure it'll be delicious," she said, licking her lips in anticipation. She didn't dare tell her husband that it was their son's cum-slime.

"Well, I hope you enjoy it," Luo said, giving her a quick kiss goodbye before heading off to work. "Be sure to tell Brandon hello for me and to keep studying hard if you talk to him again today."

"I will. Have a good day at work, honey," Leslie said with a hint of guilt creeping into her voice as she thought about how naughty she had been with Brandon over the past couple of days.

Her husband had barely pulled out of the driveway when she clicked a picture of herself in the mirror to send her son.

Brandon's heart raced with excitement as his mom sent him a provocative selfie, her busty body clad only in a lacy bra and panties.

His fingers trembled as he typed back a text, his desire evident in the words. "Damn...I love those, he wrote.

With a quick response, Leslie's message popped up on his screen. "My bra and panties or my tits?"

"Both, but since your bra and panties are covering your tits, I can only fully admire those right now," Brandon answered.

"I found this bra and panty set in your room more than once, usually caked with your semen," she teased with a winking emoji.

Brandon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught. "Oh shit, you knew about that?" he replied sheepishly.

"You better believe it," she responded. "I've always known how addicted you were to the scent and taste of my panties, young man. Your mom's no dummy," she added, ending with a kiss emoji that made Brandon's heart skip another beat.

"Did you ever taste it?" Brandon boldly asked.

"I did taste it out of curiosity once, I'll admit, but never ate your cum out of my panties though," she texted. "Today will be the first time for that. Damn, I wish the mail would hurry up and get here, ha-ha."

"I'll drop whatever I'm doing when you let me know it arrives," Brandon stated.

"One more picture, sweet boy, and then I'll let you focus on your studies. Or try to, lmao," Leslie messaged.

This time the picture she sent was of her sitting on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the line between her panties and her freshly shaved pussy. The camera captured her eyes glinting with excitement.

Brandon's breath hitched at the sight. He could see her juices on the tip of her finger, glistening in the light. His erection, already straining against his trousers, surged even harder, his knob pushing up against the fabric. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves.

"Damn, mom. You're killing me here," he whispered under his breath, his eyes still locked on the screen. He couldn't help but imagine how good she tasted, how her cunt would feel sheathed around his virgin cock.

Later, Leslie's text came through at exactly noon, full of excitement and anticipation. "It's here, baby! The package we've been waiting for! Video call me as soon as you can," she wrote, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

Brandon rushed back to his dorm room, practically sprinting down the hall. He quickly set up his laptop and hit the call button. His mom answered, lounging on his bed back home with her phone held above her head. Her smile lit up the screen, showing off her perfect white teeth.

"Hi, sweetheart," she greeted him warmly.

"Hi, mom," Brandon replied, his eyes widening when he took in her outfit. "What are you wearing?"

"Just a little something I thought you might enjoy," she teased, slowly panning the camera down her voluptuous body. She was wearing a white, sheer bodysuit that was the sexiest piece of lingerie her son had ever seen. He could faintly see the dusky pink rings of her areola through the intricate embroidered design as well as a hint of her cuntal cleft.

"Damn, you were right. That's definitely the sexiest 'little something' I've ever seen," the teen expressed.

"Mmm, in that case, you must be feeling quite aroused and erect by now," she said with a mischievous grin.

"How did you know?" Brandon asked incredulously.

"Mother's intuition," she giggled playfully. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and take out your penis, sweetheart."

Brandon obeyed, pulling his dick out from his pants and stroking it slowly as he took in the sight of his mother, basking in her sultry, lingerie-clad glory.

Leslie's grin broadened as she watched her son's face contort with desire, his breaths shallow and quick.

"Look what I got," said Leslie, holding up the baggy with the cum-filled bikini bottoms that he mailed back to her. "You got to enjoy my love-juices, now I get to enjoy yours."

She opened the baggy and removed the bottoms, which she was delighted to see were still damp with his sticky load of semen.

Leslie held them to her nose, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of her young son's potent love juice.

Brandon watched with a mix of fascination and arousal as his mom sniffed the panties, her eyes rolling back in delight by the smell of his teenage ball-slime. His own cock throbbed in his hand, aching for release.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna love this," Leslie confessed, and then she licked the crotch of the bikini bottoms, her eyes locking onto Brandon's as she tasted her own fuck-juices mixed with his.

Brandon groaned, his fingers tightening on his cock as he watched her mouth glide over the fabric, tonguing the gooey residue with her long licker, savoring the complex flavors of her own juices mixed with the heady taste of Brandon's seed.

"Wow, that's so hot," Brandon exclaimed in a low, husky voice. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, unable to look away from his mom's half-naked body.

"I'd love to eat it all, but I have another place in mind for the rest of it," Leslie said with a devilish grin, her voice dripping with seduction.

Brandon watched in fascinated disbelief as Leslie slowly peeled the tight body suit down over her enormous breasts. They spilled out onto her chest, their size and weight causing them to bounce and sway enticingly. Her nipples were erect at the centers of her wide areolas, begging to be sucked.

Without hesitation, Leslie dipped her fingers into the remaining cum on the panties and began smearing it all over her mammoth boobs. They wobbled and jiggled with every movement she made, the slick semen making them shimmer with wetness.

"Mm, they're so slippery with your cum, baby," she cooed, her voice thick with desire. The glossy sheen of semen covering her thick, rubbery nipples only added to the erotic display. Brandon couldn't tear his gaze away from her as he felt his own desire building inside him.

"You have the biggest, softest-looking boobs I've ever seen, mom," he admitted, his breaths coming faster as he watched her slide her fingers over her nipples, leaving a trail of his cum behind.

"I do, huh? Would you enjoy being smothered under them, baby boy?" she teased. "Licking and pulling at mommy's nipples, just like you did when you were a baby?"

"God, yes!"

With a mischievous grin, Leslie reached down and lifted her meaty breast to her face. With practiced ease, she latched onto her own nipple, causing it to stretch from her areola as she created a tight

seal with her lips. Through the camera lens, she kept her gaze fixed on her son, daring him to look away.

Brandon could barely comprehend what he was seeing. His heart was racing, and his cock was throbbing, almost painfully hard. "Damn," he managed to whisper, his eyes never leaving her ginormous boobs.

As she continued to suck on her own tit-melon, Leslie tilted the camera down so Brandon could see every detail of her aroused body. Her hand was inside her body suit, frantically rubbing her clit in a desperate attempt to pleasure herself. The camera captured every movement, every moan that escaped from her lips.

Brandon's camera followed suit, scanning down his toned torso to the hand flying up and down his rigid cock. It was a sight to behold - thick, pulsating veins protruding from beneath the pink, glistening skin of his prick. His knob stood out like a crimson beacon, like the deadly poisoned tip of a long, fierce spear.

Leslie's heart skipped a beat as she watched Brandon on screen. The size and power of his boner left her feeling weak in the knees. She couldn't resist the urge to touch herself more intensely as she watched him pleasure himself with abandon. And then, with a gasp, she pulled her nipple from her mouth to coo in admiration at his impressive display. "Oh sweetheart," she breathed, "it's so beautiful."

"So are you," he added.

"Yeah, do you think I'm a MILF, Brandon?" she breathlessly asked. "Am I a mom you'd like to fuck?"

Brandon was shocked by her question, but also caught up in the passion of the moment and wanted to give an honest answer.

"Oh, absolutely, mom," he replied, his voice hoarse from arousal. "You're hotter than any 20-something could ever be. I'd fuck you in a heartbeat."

Leslie's body shuddered at his confession, a surge of arousal rushing through her big-titted body, her eyes fixated on Brandon's cock-stroking.

"Oh baby, I'm close! Cum with me!" she whimpered.

Brandon's hand picked up the pace, stroking himself harder and faster, showing his mom just have fast his prick could pummel through a tight pussy-tunnel.

His hips bucked against his dorm room bed. "I wanna cum inside you, mom," he groaned, his voice strained from the release that was imminent.

Leslie's orgasm was already cresting, her body arched and her big ballooning titties trembled with pleasure. Her fingers moved in a frenzied dance over her swollen clit, the pleasure building in her loins.

Brandon's eyes were locked on her, the sight of his mother in the throes of passion was intoxicating. The thought of having her tight pussy wrapped around his cock and her boobs bouncing around his face sent shivers down his spine.

"I'm cumming, mom!" he cried out, his seed shooting up into the air in thick, sticky ropes as his fist pumped furiously at his erection.

Leslie watched him through the camera, her eyes glazing over as she too reached the peak of her orgasm. She tossed her head back, her big tits bouncing like water balloons as waves of bliss washed over her.

As the last drops of Blandon's cum splattered onto his chest, he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He could hardly believe what had just happened, but at the same time, he felt a

strange sense of satisfaction and contentment. He couldn't help but feel grateful for his mother, for her willingness to explore their newfound desires together.

Leslie stared at her son through the screen, her heart pounding with excitement and arousal. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for what they had just done. She was married after all, and Brandon was her boy, but at the same time, she knew that the pleasure they had shared was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

"Wow, sweetheart, that was beautiful," she sighed, trying to regain her breath.

"It sure was," Brandon agreed. "Can we do that again tomorrow?"

Leslie burst out laughing.

"You are such a dirty boy," she playfully chided him. "But yes, we can definitely do that again tomorrow, and the next day and the next day."

As the days passed, Leslie and Brandon's virtual sexual encounters became a daily ritual. Each afternoon, they would connect over a video call and indulge in mutual masturbation, their bodies moving in sync despite being miles apart.

To add to the excitement, Leslie would send him teasing photos throughout the day - snapshots of her naked body or clad in revealing lingerie. But it didn't stop there. They also engaged in dirty texting and voice messages, each one more explicit than the last.

Brandon would often find himself lying on his bed, consumed by desire as he listened to his mom's sultry voice on his phone. Her words drove him wild as he stroked himself furiously, imagining her warm touch and inviting curves.

"Stroke that cock for me, my sweetheart," she would whisper. "Imagine plunging into my hot, dripping pussy and showing me just how much you love me with every savage thrust."

The sound of her voice was enough to make Brandon's cock throb in his hand. He envisioned her strong, smooth mommy-legs wrapped around him as he buried his boner inside her, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. His mind was filled with images of her smothering him with love, her giant titties pressed against his face, her rigid teats latched between his lips while he pounded her with all his might.

"Oh God, yes!" Brandon grunted, releasing his desire in powerful bursts of boy-semen as he imagined painting the depths of his mom's unprotected pussy.

The hot sun beat down on Leslie and Riley as they lounged by the pool, enjoying a lazy afternoon. Giggles escaped their lips as they chatted and relaxed in the warm breeze.

"Fuck, Leslie," Riley exclaimed, her laughter bubbling over. "Brandon must be head over heels for you with all those saucy pictures you've been sending him."

Leslie was in the midst of taking a sultry photo of herself, making sure to show off plenty of tit-cleavage to send to Brandon. "Well, some moms mail brownies. I prefer to send naughty pictures, which I'm sure he enjoys a whole lot more than sweets."

"I can't believe the two of you have been having mutual masturbation sessions over video chat every day," Riley giggled, her cheeks flushing at the thought. "It gives a whole new meaning to mother-son bonding."

"Yeah, well, as much as I enjoy it, I know I have to break the news to Brandon that he's gonna have to start earning it," Leslie said with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"Uh-oh, have his grades taken a hit?"

"They're really bad," Leslie admitted with a sigh. "And I'm sure a lot of it's my fault for providing all this...stimulation. But ultimately it's on Brandon to pass his classes. I can't do it for him."

"True, but sometimes sexual motivation can work wonders," Riley chimed in mischievously.

"Exactly," Leslie agreed with a knowing smile. "It's a conversation I have to have with him this afternoon and I'm not looking forward to it."

Brandon was disappointed to hear the news, but he also knew that his mother was right. He had been neglecting his studies, caught up in the excitement of their virtual encounters. It was time to buckle down and get serious about his academics.

"Masturbation is important," Leslie began, "and I want us to continue our daily pleasure-sessions, no matter what. But from now on, dirty phone messages and pictures will have to be earned."

Her son's eyebrows raised in surprise. "How do I go about doing that? By proving that I'm spending more time studying?"

"That's part of it," Leslie replied, her voice softening. "But you also need to show me that your grades are improving. I wanna see the scores on your assignments and tests, not just the good ones but every single one of them."

Brandon knew he needed to step up his game. He didn't want to disappoint his mother, and he wanted to show her that he could be

horny and responsible at the same time. He also wanted to continue their intimate connection, and so he agreed to the new terms.

As the week went on, Brandon's focus shifted from obsessing over his sexy mother to studying. His dedication paid off as he proudly sent his mother pictures of his high scores on assignments and tests.

"Brandon, I'm so proud of you. Look at what you can accomplish when you put in the effort," Leslie said as they spoke by video link.

Taking a moment to bask in her praise, Brandon couldn't help but make a confession. "I have to admit, I've missed your naughty pictures and voice messages."

"Well, you deserve more than that for all the hard work you've been putting in. Are you alone in your dorm room, honey?" Leslie asked suggestively.

"Yeah, my roommate's at work," Brandon replied.

"Good. I'm home alone too," Leslie purred into the camera lens, biting her bottom lip seductively. "Would you like to join me in a steamy, sweaty fuck on your bed?"

Brandon let out an excited gasp, unsure if he heard her right. "Fuck?" he uttered.

Leslie giggled mischievously. "Not a real fuck, sweetheart. A virtual one. We've masturbated together before, but we've never truly fucked over the phone."

A surge of anticipation rushed through Brandon's body. "That would be a first for me."

"You've never had phone sex with any of your girlfriends?" Leslie asked in surprise.

"No, I haven't," Brandon confessed sheepishly.

Leslie couldn't help wondering if Brandon was possibly a complete virgin, but she pushed the thought aside for now. Closing the door to his bedroom behind her, she whispered huskily. "Just follow my lead and don't be shy. I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Leslie set her phone down and began stripping in front of it. She peeled off her shorts, then her blouse. When she reached back to unfasten her embroidered bra, Brandon's heart rate increased. Her giant tits sprung from her bra cups and wobbled heavily onto her rib cage. She looked at Brandon with a smile, noticing that he was gawking and not stripping like she was.

"Are you gonna just stare, honey, or are you gonna fuck me?" she teasingly asked.

"Sorry," her son stated, snapped from his tittie-trance as he began throwing his clothes off.

Leslie giggled and peeled her dainty panties down her legs, her clean-shaven pussy drawing Brandon's eyes like magnets. She decided it was time to start their sexual role play.

"Come push your cock up into me, baby," she said, perching herself on the edge of his bed and spreading her legs wide.

"Oh yes, Brandon, that feels so good. Splay my pussy-lips open with your thick cock. Bury your long, tender meat up inside my vagina."

Leslie had the camera pointed at her spread pussy, the lens only inches away from it.

Brandon gasped, his hand immediately going to his throbbing erection. He watched as Leslie's sex-lips spread open, revealing her dripping-wet pussy-entrance. It was all he could do to keep from cumming right then and there.

"Pound me like you mean it, baby," Leslie instructed. "Show me how much you want to be in that wet, tight cunt of mine."

Brandon's breath hitched as he started stroking himself, imagining the sensation of his mother's tight birthing tube around his cock.

"That's it, fuck me...fuck me, baby," Leslie moaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Oh yes, deeper...deeper, I need that throbbing cock of yours so fucking deep inside me. Fuck me like I'm your dirty little slut."

"Oh god, I love this," Brandon expressed, pulling on his jutting pecker as hard as he could, while watching his mom stroke on her fat, juicy clit.

"Oh yes, fuck me harder, baby," his mother cried out. "I can feel that cock stretching me out, making me yours. Pound my fucking hole. Make me your bitch, honey, make me yours!" Leslie cried out, her voice hoarse with need.

Brandon's breath came in short, quick gasps. He thrust his hips forward as he continued to stroke himself, imagining that it was his mother's wet, tight pussy he was humping into, clenching around his cock. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as he frantically moved his hand up and down his muscled shaft, matching his mother's imagined movements. Leslie's moans and cries of ecstasy filled the room, driving him closer to the edge.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," she gasped, her own hand moving furiously between her legs. "I can feel you hitting my G-spot, Brandon. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you."

The sight of his mother's contorted face, the sound of her moans, and the feeling of his cock straining towards climax was becoming too much for Brandon to handle.

Leslie moved the camera to her tits so Brandon could watch then roll and ripple up and down her chest. "Suck my titties, Brandon," she whimpered.

"YES...just like that! Come on, let loose, baby. Give me that dirty talk I know you've been thinking about. Tell me how much you need me. How much you want to pound my juicy pussy and make me yours."

Brandon's breath hitched as he began to speak. "I wanna fuck you so bad, Mom. I want to feel my cock sliding in and out of your wet, tight pussy. I wawna hear you scream my name as I make you cum again and again."

Leslie let out a breathy moan, her hand moving faster between her legs. "Oh yes, baby, that's it. Tell me more. Tell me everything you wanna do to me."

"I wanna lick your pussy, Mom. I want to taste your sweet nectar and feel your creamy juices drenching my face. I wanna eat you out until you're dripping wet and begging me for more."

Leslie's breath hitched at Brandon's words, her hand flying down to her clit, rubbing furiously as she cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck me harder, Brandon!" she shrieked. "Make me soak your cock and balls with my cum-juices. I wanna feel you burst inside me, filling me with your hot seed. I wanna feel our bodies tremble and shake as we come together."

Brandon's heart was pounding as he heard his mother's gasps and moans. He knew he was close to climax and didn't want to ruin the moment. He slowed his strokes, savoring the sensation of his mother's voice guiding him.

"That's right, baby. Tease me with that big dick of yours. Make me beg for your cum," Leslie breathed. She brought her other hand to

her jostling breast, tweaking her fat nipple as she watched her son's hand move up and down his strong, beautiful cock-shaft.

Brandon's breath hitched as he felt a surge of pleasure wash over him. He could feel his balls tightening, drawing up against his body and the pressure building inside him. "I'm gonna cum, Mom," he groaned, his voice shaking with need.

"Oh yes, baby, cum for me," Leslie moaned, her hips bucking as she rubbed her clit furiously. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy rising like a tidal wave.

As Brandon's climax hit, he let out a primal grunt, his own mother's pleasure-twisted face the image that drove him over the edge. His cock twitched and throbbed in his hand as he ejaculated, spurting streams of hot, sticky cum onto his chest and stomach. Some even splattered across the camera lens for Leslie to see.

His big breasted mother was right there with him, her orgasm hitting her just as hard. She screamed out Brandon's name, her body arching, tits rippling violently as her own climax washed over her. It seemed to last forever, her body trembling and shaking with the force of it.

Finally, as their orgasms began to ebb, Brandon's breathing slowly returned to normal. He looked down towards his cum-splattered phone, at his mother, who was lying on his bed back home, her eyes closed and her face glistening with sweat.

Leslie took a deep breath, still coming down from their mind-blowing orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes, focusing on the camera that was capturing everything. Her son's face and body were a sight to behold – his youthful muscles glistening with sweat, a satisfied grin on his face, and his cock still half-hard from the intense release they had just shared.

Breathing heavily, Leslie propped herself up on her elbows, her big boobies drooping off the sides of her chest as she took a moment to appreciate her son's gorgeous body and the love they had just expressed. "Are you done with that thing yet?" she teased.

Brandon's eyes widened, suddenly realizing that he held his disproportionately sized cock in his hand, still semi-erect and covered in his own cum. He instinctively squeezed his cock a few times, relishing the feel of it before finally letting go and dropping his hand to his side.

Leslie gave Brandon a sly smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "So, I've been meaning to ask you...whatever happened with that 'mystery girl' you were so wrapped up with? You know, the one you were texting with when you 'accidentally' told me I look good enough to eat."

Brandon's face flushed as he remembered his flirty texts with Adriana. "Oh, that girl? Well, I still see her every now and then. She's okay, but honestly...I would much rather spend my time thinking about you," he confessed shyly.

A warm smile spread across Leslie's face at his words. "That's so sweet of you, honey," she said. "So you're not gonna pursue things further with this other girl?"

Brandon hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, she wants me to have sex with her, but...I just haven't quite decided if I want to or not."

Sensing there was more to the story than her son was letting on, Leslie couldn't resist prying further. There had been something bothering her for weeks and she needed answers. "Honey, if I ask you a question, will you be completely open and honest with me?"

"Of course, mom," Brandon replied without hesitation. "I would tell you anything."

Leslie took a deep breath before asking the question that had been weighing on her mind. "Are you still a virgin?"

Brandon's expression shifted from embarrassment to honesty as he looked into his mother's eyes. "Yeah, I am actually. Which is partly why I've been so nervous about potentially having sex with this other girl."

"I can understand that," Leslie nodded sympathetically. "Your first time should be special. It should be with someone you truly care for and who cares for you just the same."

"I agree," Brandon said quietly. "I guess that's partly why I've been avoiding taking things further with her."

"Thank you for your honesty, honey," Leslie said gently. "You know, I want nothing more than for you to be happy, and I know that part of that happiness involves losing your virginity to someone you care about, and I fully support that decision."

After Leslie hung up, she laid there for a moment, contemplating the discussion she'd just had with her son. She knew the right thing to do, even though it could potentially wreck her marriage, and was determined to follow through with it.

The next day, Brandon could hardly wait to finish his final class and get back to his dorm room. His cock was raging hard and ready for another juicy phone-phone with his mom. It didn't help that she had been teasing him through text for the past hour.

"I need your big cock so bad, sweetheart," read one text. "I want to feel it pounding inside me, filling me up with your hot cum. I can't

wait to have you again. I love you so much," Leslie texted with a kissing face emoji.

Brandon was already picturing his mother's naked body in his phone's display screen, her breasts bouncing as they pretended he was thrusting into her, her eyes locked onto his as he brought her pleasure. He could see her splayed out on her bed, her fingers massage her plump, juicy clit, her luscious legs spread wide, inviting him in. The thought of burying his cock to its root inside of her and feeling the warmth of her pussy envelop him was enough to send him over the edge.

As he made his way back to his dorm room, Brandon's heart raced with anticipation. Little did he know, he was about to encounter the shock of his life. As he pushed open the door and stepped inside, he froze at the sight before him.

Sprawled across his bed, completely naked, was none other than Leslie...his own mother. Her long hair spilled over the pillow and her curves were on full display as she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. A vibrant blush painted her cheeks as she giggled with excitement. "Surprise!" his mother exclaimed, almost breathless with anticipation.

The room was filled with an electric tension as Brandon tried to process what was happening. Finally, he managed to speak. "What are you doing here, mom?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about our discussion yesterday; the advice I gave you," Leslie explained, her voice soft and sultry.

Brandon's mind raced as he tried to recall their conversation. "Which advice?" he asked, finding it difficult to tear his gaze away from his mother's exposed body, especially her huge, oversized tits.

"When I told you that your first time having sex should be with someone you care about and who also cares for you equally," Leslie answered. "I realized that there's only one person that fits that bill. Me."

It all clicked into place for Brandon then. "You're that other person," he agreed, feeling a mix of shock and desire wash over him.

"I am..." Leslie trailed off, her eyes full of determination. "So I figured I better get out here quick and claim something that's rightfully mine...your virginity."

Brandon stood there, caught off guard as the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He was about to fuck his mother. His heart raced and his palms became slick with sweat. "My roommate won't be back for a couple hours," he finally managed to say, his voice shaky.

"Actually, he won't be back until tomorrow," Leslie purred, her lips curling into a devious smile. "I met him earlier and gave him a couple hundred dollars to sleep somewhere else tonight."

A surge of excitement coursed through Brandon's body, causing him to grin uncontrollably. He couldn't believe his luck.

"We have all night to do nothing but fuck, sweetheart," Leslie declared confidently, her eyes glinting with desire. She then eagerly crawled from the bed towards him.

Brandon's eyes widened in amazement as her huge, heavy titties bounced with each movement she made towards him. He could feel his heart pounding in anticipation as she began stripping off his clothes with eager hands.

"Now, let's get you naked," she whispered.

Leslie quickly pulled off his briefs and let out an excited squeal as his huge, rock-hard dick sprang free, nearly slapping her in the face. Pre-cum oozed from the slit of his meatus in a long, gooey string.

She rose back up and latched onto him, slapping her spongy tits against him and kissing her boy passionately while her hand wrapped around his length, stroking him in time with the rhythm of their kiss.

Brandon could hardly believe it was his own mom's tongue dancing through his mouth. It moved with skill, showing years and years of French kissing experience. The feel of her humongous breasts pressing against him was like a dream. He felt the pleasure of her hand wrapped around him, jacking him off in a way that no other woman besides a mother could.

Leslie kissed her way down his lean body, her focus shifting from his mouth to his chest, abdomen, and finally his dick. She licked and sucked his cockhead gently, teasing him as she flicked her tongue against the tip, stimulating his glans.

She took him deep into her mouth, sucking and swallowing him until he was fully sheathed in her snug throat.

Brandon moaned in pleasure as his mother took him into her mouth and down her throat, feeling the warm, wet sensation envelop his cock. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it, being her son, but he couldn't help the feelings of lust and delight that were coursing through his body. He stood there, his back against the bedroom door, leaning back as his mother took his full length into her mouth, mashing her lovely lips out around his cock-root.

Leslie sucked and sucked, her head bobbing up and back, her lips sealed around his cock, her tongue massaging his erectile flesh.

Brandon was afraid he wouldn't last long, the sensations too pleasurable and intense.

Sensing this, Leslie removed his boner from her mouth, his knob popping from her lips like a cork from a bottle.

"There will be plenty of time for me to suck you dry," she stated, grasping his cock in her hand and guiding him to his dorm room bed. "Right now I want you inside me."

Brandon followed her lead, walking towards the bed with long, uncertain steps. He was a mixture of arousal, desire and fear, knowing that this act would change his life forever.

Leslie lay on the bed, spreading her lovely legs wide open, her dainty feet with their red painted toenails hovering in the air. Her hand moved between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit as it peeked from its hood, moaning softly as she beckoned her boy closer.

Brandon's eyes never left her. He could see the glisten of desire and need in her eyes, matched by his own hunger and curiosity.

Finally, he positioned himself between her creamy thighs, his cock hard and pulsing, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside her hot core. Leslie's hand moved down to guide him, positioning the fat, tapered tip of his dick at her vaginal entrance.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, looking into his mother's eyes, trying to find any sign of regret or hesitation. But all he saw was desire and lust.

"Fuck me, Brandon," she whispered lovingly.

And with those words, Brandon took one last deep breath, then slowly pushed into his mother's warm, tight pussy. A mix of emotions surged through him - fear, lust, and love, but above all, a sense of completion. He was finally fulfilling his mother's wish, and his own desire, all in one fell swoop.

Leslie instinctively wrapped her strong legs around him, pulling him closer, guiding his thick, throbbing cock deeper inside her most sacred place.

Brandon groaned with pleasure as he felt his very first pussy contract around him, bathing him in warmth and tightness. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, knowing his mother was the one who was meant to take his virginity and make him a man.

"Just thrust it in and out slowly, my love," his mother's sweet voice said.

He began to pump his hips, savoring every inch of her tight, wet pussy. In response, Leslie moaned in pleasure, encouraging him to go harder and deeper.

As Brandon thrust into his mother with more fervor, Leslie gasped and sighed, meeting each of his thrusts with a well-timed movement of her hips. She wrapped her loving arms around him, pulling him closer and deeper inside, relishing the feel of her son's huge, teenage cock stretching and filling her to her very core.

"Fuck me harder now," she gasped, tightening the harness of her shaved legs around him.

Brandon's rickety dorm room bed creaked and groaned in protest as he pumped harder and faster, his hips rocking, his balls slapping against her ass with a satisfying smack.

Leslie's breath was ragged and her moans grew louder and more fervent with each passing second as she clung to her handsome teen, her silky arms and legs wound tightly around him.

Their bodies moved in a perfect fuck-rhythm, the muscles beneath their limbs straining and flexing beneath their skin. Brandon's throbbing cock gliding in and out of his mother's tight, wet sheath, their flesh slapping together with each thrust.

Leslie's head tossed from side to side, her eyes closed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. She knew this was already a better fuck than she had ever shared with her husband.

Brandon's cock was a thing of beauty, raging hard and glistening with secretions, sliding in and out of his mom's cunt like a hot knife through butter.

He reached down and cupped her huge, jostling breasts, his fingers rubbing her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation was too much for her to bear, and Leslie's body convulsed, her orgasm roaring through her like a wildfire, her nails digging into her son's back as she screamed out in pleasure.

Brandon's own climax was building, and he could feel the pressure in his balls growing. He thrust harder and deeper, his cock pulsing with an incredible intensity as he drove himself into her again and again.

Leslie could feel her son's ballooning knob striking the ring of her cervical head with every thrust. It was something she hadn't experienced since her own college days, while getting fuck by several big-dicked athletes. It made her tit-quivering climax even more intense and she screamed out in orgasmic rapture, the muscles in her neck straining.

"Augh, shit!" Brandon gasped, feeling her clinging, curvy body tremble like a earthquake around him, her cunt-tube tightening like a vice around his cock.

And then, suddenly, Brandon felt it - the familiar sensation of agonizing pleasure as his orgasm tore through his teenage body, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he came deep inside his mother's pussy. With every spurt, he released more of his hot, sticky seed, filling her up with his hot jizz.

As he came down from the intense orgasm, Brandon could feel his mother's body trembling beneath him, her own climax still gripping her.

The two lay there, spent and sated, basking in the afterglow of the incredible lovemaking that had just taken place. They remained connected for several long minutes, their hearts and souls intertwined in a way that could never be undone.

Brandon couldn't believe that he had just crossed the ultimate taboo, that he had just fucked his own mother. But as he lay there, his cock still inside her, he could feel nothing but love and gratitude for her. She had been his rock, his refuge, his savior. And now, she had given him something that no other woman ever could - the surrender of her body and soul to him, in a way that would bond them together for all eternity.

As the night grew darker, two college boys sat in their cramped dorm room, their ears filled with the sounds of wild, passionate sex coming from the next room over. The rhythmic creaking of the bed, the slapping of skin against skin and muffled moans echoed through the thin walls.

"Dude, they've been at it for like four hours now," one of the boys said with a hint of envy in his voice.

"Lucky bastard," replied his friend, eyes glued to his phone screen as he scrolled through social media. "I wish I had a girl that would fuck me like that."

In the neighboring room, Leslie rode Brandon's cock with practiced skill, her gigantic breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Over the course of several hours, she had taken him through every sex position imaginable and experienced countless earth-shattering

orgasms in the process. One thing was certain - Brandon shared her insatiable appetite for sex, making them perfectly matched partners in pleasure.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, Brandon never knew sex could be this intense, this primal. In just four hours, he had ejaculated his semen deep inside his mom's tight, hot vagina six times and showed no signs of stopping until his body simply couldn't handle any more carnal bliss.

"That's it, baby boy, pump those fucking hips," Leslie gasped, her voice strained with pleasure as she bounced up and down like some sort of sexual athlete.

She fell forward, slapping her heavy, sweaty breasts down around Brandon's face, the weight and warmth of her cleavage enveloping him. Her hips moved in a rhythm that only a mother could possess, the thick, rounded meat of her ass pumping tirelessly up and down.

Brandon's throbbing cock slid through the slick folds of Leslie's pink pussy-flesh, his arousal heightened by the mixture of pre-cum and liquid girl-cream coating his length. Each thrust brought about more intense pleasure as Leslie's quim contracted and pulsed around his girth, milking it for all its worth.

As Brandon explored her soft, cavernous cleavage with his lips and tongue, he couldn't believe that his wildest big-tit fantasies were finally coming true. He finally found one of her nipples and sucked greedily, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations and the divine taste of her tit-peaks. His face was pressed against the warm, plump flesh of her breast as he concentrated on sucking and enjoying every moment of being smothered by her exquisite curves.

For the next few hours, Leslie and Brandon continued their wild, passionate fuck-fest. The more they screwed, the more insatiable

their desire became, and it wasn't long before they were both sweating, moaning, and gasping for air.

Brandon's cock slid in and out of Leslie's wet pussy with ease, filling her every need and desire. She wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him like a lifeline, her nails digging into his skin as he thrust deeper and harder into her.

Leslie's moans grew louder and more intense as she neared her climax, her body shaking and trembling with each powerful thrust of Brandon's boner.

The boy could feel his mom's pulsating pussy muscles gripping his cock tighter and tighter, her cervical lips kissing his knob, driving him closer to his own release.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, baby!" Leslie cried out for the sixth time in the past hour.

Brandon groaned in response as he felt Leslie's coital-muscles tighten around his cock, her inner walls clenching and releasing him in a sensation that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He thrust deeper, slamming himself into her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her upturned ass with a satisfying smack.

Leslie's screams of pleasure filled the room as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. Brandon couldn't hold back any longer either, his orgasm building and building until finally, he released his pent-up cum deep inside Leslie's waiting womb.

As he came, Brandon felt a sudden sense of connection with his mom that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if their souls had become intertwined, their lovemaking creating a bond that could never be broken.

As they lay there, spent and exhausted, Leslie's arms wrapped around Brandon, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

It was a moment that neither of them would ever forget, one that had forever changed the course of their lives.

In that moment, Brandon realized that there was no going back. He had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and he was forever changed by it. But he also knew that him being away at college, distanced from his mother, had caused him to find something special in his her arms, something that he never wanted to let go of.

THE END

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