Bedsheets Bangs

Half-propped up on the pillows, Sean felt as if he were in the middle of reading one of those tawdry mysteries that Clive passed off to him. To him, this had to be another strange dream due to the painkillers or a very forbidden tale in a future Jack Steed novel. How else could one explain his sexy yet respected doctor mother studying his dick in a non-professional manner?

“Long? Check. Thick? Check. Balls big enough to blast away? Very much so. Powerful? Oh, yeah. Delicious looking? Fuck yeah!” Bridget ran down the attributes of her son’s cock as if she might go over a patient’s symptoms.

Tilting her head to the side, the blonde MILF ran a finger down the shaft’s length. Admiration and semi-disbelief shone clearly on her face.

“How the hell did Beyza let this beauty get away? I mean, she was your first, right? You’re not keeping any secrets from Mommy, are you?”

If the finger running down his shaft had given Sean a shiver down his spine, then the tone and expression on his mother’s face gave the teen a case of the chills. Merely able to shake his head, Sean kept on waiting to wake up.

“What a foolish bitch,” Bridget stated, sounding far harsher than Sean had ever heard her talk about his ex-girlfriend. “I should take a picture and send it to her mother. Annette might be a lot of things, but she’d never toss aside a cock like this. Hell, I’m surprised that you didn’t live out the girlfriend’s mother fantasy with this beast. Clearly, Beyza didn’t discuss your sex life with Annie.”

Although Sean’s member couldn’t get any harder, he felt a spasm as if it had. The image of his first girlfriend’s busty mother always did so. During their relationship, Sean often rushed into his bedroom to relieve the pressure caused not only by Beyza but also by her sexy mother after a date or just hanging out at their home. Talk amongst Bridget’s friends about their old cheermate’s past sexual adventures helped fuel the fantasy scenes that accompanied his pumping fist.

“No wonder Skye was willing to blow a teenager without any shame,” Bridget remarked, breaking Sean’s fantasy of Beyza AND her mom at the same time. “I can see how Whitney wouldn’t need much prodding on her part. Although, are you sure that you haven’t prodded the cheer captain with this yet?”

Sean shook his head again at the teasing question.

“Oh, I imagine Whitney’s going to be pissed off when she hears you destroyed the high and mighty Caterina Quill with this weapon first. Don’t give me that look, honey. I know cheer politics and the hierarchy. I might have been fairly lenient on getting first dibs, but I know many a squad that broke down over somebody getting theirs out of turn. Besides, I’ve heard all about Caterina’s jealousy from Rachel.”

What’s with all the cheerleader rules and regulations? Did I fuck up by letting Cat fuck me? Is Whitney going to punish me? It’s not like the Babybees weren’t outside the door. Kizzy or Yolanda will definitely talk, even after Cat’s threats. Wait, do I need to learn all this stuff now? Am I going to be quizzed on proper cheer etiquette when it comes to sex? How does that stuff even exist? Maybe I should just wake up.

“I imagine the word is already out back at the ballroom about my son’s cock. Whitney’s plans for you won’t require much more effort than pushing you in the proper direction. I wonder who’s next on the squad? I mean, after Whitney, of course. This is a strangely well-behaved squad, from what I hear. Rachel said that Roxanne is absolutely a virgin, and Felicity’s daughter is way too wholesome not to be. My guess might be Kaitlin.”

Despite his mother wrapping her hand around his shaft to very slowly jack it, Sean felt more shocked at Bridget gossiping about the cheerleaders. Even he didn't know this much. Still, he couldn't ignore the notion his mom put into his head. There was a reason why guys scrambled to hook up with Kaitlin during those brief windows after a breakup with Palmer and before they inevitably made up. Katie had a reputation for energetic performances in the bedroom during those periods.

“And we all know how little sisters can be. That little Kizzy is already all over you. So she’ll get worse after Kaitlin and want her turn. However, remember what I told you. Stay away from the younger girls. Got that?” Bridget punctuated her one demand by slightly squeezing his shaft.

Sean nodded swiftly.

“Now let’s see. Yes, my list…this cock is the sort that can start school wars. I can easily imagine Bianca attempting to claim it for the Sugarbees. That’s what her mother did in the past. So be ready, honey. Don’t get used…unless you want to,” Bridget added with a playful wink. “And I imagine this hot, hard piece of flesh could easily thaw your school’s ice queen. But remember something, sweetie. Make Sienna come to you, and then make her cum.”

Sean felt a little more than uncomfortable at his mother’s cackle. Yet, once again, her words put more visions of potential sexual adventures into his head. After their lap dance performance, it wasn’t difficult to conjure up a sugary foursome with Bianca, Yelena, and Jasmine. Nor did Sean ignore the momentary flash of singing a different kind of duet with Delilah. And his mother’s recommendation could bring about a sense of satisfaction if, after telling Sean no several times, Sienna ended up chanting yes while his dick heated up her pussy.

"Also, I want you to stop moping over Ramsey. I know what happened hurt, but wipe it from your mind. That girl isn't ready for a big cock like this one. That uptight newsgirl would've fled upon her first sighting. No, only experienced girls and women will appreciate your gift. Hmm, I bet you could even wave this dick around and get your first crush to drop to her knees. Not that I'm suggesting you do that! Lana won't hesitate, but you don't want to piss out Peyton, do you?"

Sean shook his head automatically. Despite the vision of Lana on her knees, blowing him, Sean could also see his sister behind her with a knife. That made him shudder.

“And I imagine that with Jared leaving soon, JoJo is going to need a replace–”

“What the hell, Mom?! We’re not like that!” Sean exclaimed, speaking for the first time since he finished the story about Caterina. The pressure building in his balls dipped slightly.

“Fine! Ruin your mother’s dream,” Bridget snapped, sounding like a petulant teenager while throwing both hands up in the air.

The angry break didn't drop any of the weird sexual tension for Sean. That wasn't happening with the way Bridget's breasts shook in her skimpy, strapless black demi bra. Unknown to him, his mother caught his gaze on two of her proudest assets, causing her to smirk.

“I’m sorry, honey. Here I am rambling on about your classmates and friends. I must sound like a gossipy teenager version of myself,” Bridget admitted, all dismay over JoJo gone for now. “I guess my chattiness is from nerves. I haven’t held a cock this large in my hand since those days. It brings back many memories and certain feelings. Gawd, I miss dicks this big and firm. Those were the days.”

Up to now, Sean had missed the obvious signs. Yet, something in his mom’s wistful tone finally broke through his fog. That realization led to the million-dollar question.

“Uh, don’t I take after Dad?”

"As if!" Bridget said, laughing out loud. Then, scoffing, she added, "Your father isn't a slouch, but he doesn't care enough to know how to use what he has. And he definitely doesn't have a pleasure-giver like yours. And I'm certain that come college, you'll always know how to use this to give pleasure."

“Oh, um, okay,” Sean muttered, unsure how to respond.

"Honestly, I don't know where you got such a majestic cock from," Bridget commented. "I'd guess from somewhere on my side of the family."

Despite holding her son’s cock, the blonde refused to consider what her father packed. Instead, she recalled her one previous trip into the forbidden zone with her cousin after her high school graduation. A relative on her mother’s side, he’d been above average where it counted.

“But knowing I created such an incredible one like yours, it’s this strange feeling of pride,” Bridget continued. Then, notching his doubtful expression, she clarified. “You don’t get it now, but you will. The gift you have, it has power…no, it does! Even now, I can’t help but crave your cock. I know I shouldn’t. You’re my son, but I can feel the need growing inside me, Sean. It’s been so fucking long since I had a cock like this, and I feel my need…it’s overwhelming.”

Sean couldn’t believe the shift in his mother’s attitude as she brought her face close to his towering member. She almost sounded like an addict needing a fix. That fix was his cock, and it felt awesomely surreal.

“I need to suck you, honey. I need to fu–”

Abruptly, Bridget’s words got cut off by an unexpected surge in the cock she held. Then, a load of cum launched from the current object of her affection. It splattered against her forehead, just below the hairline.

She could feel his thick cock throb in her hand again as it jettisoned a second round of her son's sperm to a spot just above her eyebrows. Bridget felt each pulsation as Sean's cock pumped out volley after volley onto her face in an increasingly downward trajectory.

As if riding a bicycle, Bridget closed her eyes as her instincts took over. The timing proved fortunate as the third blast coated her eyelids.

The fourth salvo arced to land on her nose. A fifth battery landed on her full lips, with a sixth shot finding the mother's chin. Bridget didn't feel a seventh round hit her body, but her hand got wetter and stickier.

All this happened as Sean watched in horror. Shame, embarrassment, humiliation, you name it, flooded his being as he plastered his mom’s face with strands and wads of his thick, milky spunk. Toward the end of his cum cascade, Sean’s ears caught a sound. Expecting it to be the start of a furious roar, he was shocked to hear nothing then.

“Oh, gawd, I’m so sorry!” the teenager apologized.

Instead, Sean’s mortification turned to startlement as he saw his mother’s tongue dart out to pull some of his sperm inside her mouth. And if his night couldn’t get any odder, his mom started to chuckle. Opening his mouth to continue his apologies, Sean stopped upon seeing another tongue swipe by Bridget on her lips.

“I guess I warned you not to cum in me, not on me,” his mother commented, laughing more with her eyes still closed.

Not knowing what to say, Sean watched in stupefaction as Bridget—his mom!---began to scoop his cum off her chin, feeding it inside her mouth. With his own mouth dropping open, Sean saw his mother make quick work of the substance covering her eyelids and forehead.

“Holy shit!” the blonde MILF exclaimed. “That’s a lotta spunk, baby!”

Now able to open her eyes, Bridget's pair of blues met her son's. She noticed right away his embarrassment. So to help ease that feeling, she blatantly raised a couple of fingers to her nose, scooping the final remains of his seed, and brought it to her lips.

“Mmmmmhhh!” She drew out the sound of appreciating the taste.

“Uh, I, Mom…”

“A bit premature there, huh?” Bridget responded to her son’s uneasiness. “Don’t be embarrassed, dear. It’s highly flattering. And it’s been sooo fucking long since I felt that feeling. Hell, it’s been over twenty years since I last had a facial.”

“Wha?”

“Oh, don’t act surprised. Face it, your father was never into anything fun or dirty. And facials are both. So, so dirty. Yet, also, so, so fun. Hell, I used to hate them, but then I went on a run during my senior year. Why so shocked?” Bridget questioned, noticing Sean’s mouth moving without any words coming out. “I’ve told you that I had fun back in the day. Even earned me a nickname. And you just gave Momma a bit of fun. Oh, you didn’t notice? You gave me a mini-orgasm.”

“I-I did?” Sean stammered.

“Just a teensy-weensy one,” Bridget clarified, holding two fingers close together. “Still, that’s more than your pops has given me in a while. So thank you.”

“Um, you're welcome,” Sean said, feeling as if he had said that several times already today.

“I can also see what Whitney and Skye enjoyed. You taste delicious honey, and I want more.”

Suddenly, Sean watched Bridget’s expression shift. Gone was the playful mother teasing her son in very inappropriate ways. It was an expression that Sean would later realize was wanton, uncontrollable lust. It was a desire that led Bridget’s mouth down to her son’s cum-coated cock.

Taking what she wanted, Bridget leaned forward and opened her mouth, clamping her lips closed around it just behind the cockhead. She began sucking immediately, moving one of her hands to grab his mostly drained balls. She pumped his shaft at the base, hoping to extract as much of the remaining cum as possible.

Sean watched in amazement as his mom stopped her sucking, shifting to slathering her tongue all over and around his shaft. She worked methodically, covering every possible portion of her son’s wilted stick with her tongue and lips. The teenager didn’t know it, but the increasingly loud moans emitting from his mom came from two reasons. First, Bridget clearly loved the taste of her son’s cum and the forbiddenness of her actions. And second, she knew the ways to get a man back up for more good times.

In astonishment, Sean saw the results of his mom’s expert cocksucking skills. Her talented tongue not only coated his dick, slick and glistening with her saliva, but it also worked to harden him again.

“It’s working; it’s coming back to life,” Bridget cooed.

For his part, Sean remained silent, lost in the feel of his mom’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft and her talented tongue slithering all around the head. Not to mention the sight of his incredibly sexy mom kneeling on the bed over him had caused his breathing to turn heavy and ragged.

Bridget shifted to kissing slowly and tenderly around the thick head. The caring maternal actions didn't last for long before she extended her tongue fully to drag down the underside of his refilling shaft. The taboo tongue worked its way down to his drained balls. More kisses followed to those shrunken sacs, along with a bit of mild sucking and nibbling.

“We need to get these nice and full again,” Bridget teased, glancing up Sean’s body toward his face. Only with his eyes closed, he wasn’t paying attention to her hard work. “Sean! Pay attention to your mother. Don’t you want your balls filled up again?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answered, more out of habit than anything.

"Good. Now, what do you want me to do?" Bridget asked breathily and huskily. Her chest heaved heavily in preparation for what was coming. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Sean? Do you want Mommy to suck Seanie’s dicky?"

Neither Bridget nor Sean knew that her words were almost an exact match to the ones Whitney had asked Harvey in the master bedroom, one floor below.

With no answer to her question, Bridget's eyes blazed as her fist began pounding faster and tighter up and down that thick shaft. Opting to make her son more uncomfortable before repeating her question, the blonde darted her tongue out to teasingly **** the tip of his slit.

“Mommy asked you a question. Do you want her to show off her old cocksucking skills on your long, thick cock?”

“Yes, gawd, yes!” Sean panted at everything his mom threw at him.

"Hmm, I don't think so," Bridget said suddenly. That caused Sean to raise his head and stare at her in disbelief. "You didn't answer Mommy before the buzzer rang. I guess showcasing my cocksucking skills will have to wait until next time."

Bridget didn’t know what sent another electric bolt down to her pussy. It was either her newfound love of referring to herself as Mommy in this way to Sean. Or it could be the promise of this illicit act happening again in the future. Not dwelling on the pleasurable feeling, the blonde decided to quench her long thirst for repeated orgasms.

Stepping off to the side of the bed, Bridget turned her body sideways to her son. Brushing her long, caramel-colored hair over her shoulder, Bridget locked eyes with her son. Then, swaying to music only in her mind, she brought her hands down to the side of her panties. Turning slightly, Bridget put her firm, curvy ass on display to her son. Years of hard work in the gym, along with yoga and Pilates classes, had given those firm globes a glorious sight to her son with her thong panties.

Sliding a pair of fingers under the band on each side, Bridget continued to dance to the unheard tune. The performance she put on for her son would be nearly unrivaled by his future lovers as the lacy black material shimmied incrementally down her hips and her remarkable rump. All the while, Bridget bit her lip as Sean’s eyes never left her well-earned ass.

“Like what you see?” Bridget asked after flinging the panties across the room with her foot in a finishing flourish.

“Y-Yes,” Sean responded, his eyes locked onto her naked pussy.

Feeling on fire by the hunger in Sean’s eyes, Bridget showed that she still had the graceful agility from her cheerleading days by how she hopped and crawled back onto the bed. She moved to straddle her son’s thighs while gazing with lustful love at him.

“I know this is wrong, but I need it. Will you give it to me?” Bridget asked with a tiny amount of trepidation. It had been rare for a guy to turn her down, but this wasn’t any ordinary man.

“Yes,” Sean said, more firmly than any other time in the bedroom so far tonight.

“Kiss your mother, Sean,” Bridget demanded.

Complying, Sean felt his cock push into her stomach as his mother leaned forward. The weirdness of this moment hit him as their lips parted. Continuing her current attitude, Bridget wasted no time in hungrily attacking his tongue. At first, the kiss was all hers, but eventually, she felt Sean step up his game. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing with hers. The two made out in a hot, passion-filled kiss for a few minutes, each second growing more intense. Only after some internal timer went off did the blonde MILF break off the kiss.

Leaning back, Bridget knee-walked the necessary steps to straddle Sean. Then, reaching down, she positioned her son’s straining dick into the proper position.

“It’s showtime,” the playful mother announced.

Immediately, Bridget breathed sharply as the head of her son’s cock touched her forbidden lips. A shudder raced through her body as Sean began to spread her open as she lowered herself down. Absolutely soaking, Bridget’s pussy offered little resistance as the cock entered deeper depths. Only toward the last couple of inches did the soon-to-be ex-wife wince as her son hit spots that hadn’t been explored in over two decades.

With electricity crackling inside her, Bridget let out a breathy moan as a mini-tremor struck. Ohmigawd! My son's cock is inside. So fucking wrong; feels so fucking good.

For his part, Sean’s mind went blank. An urge to hyperventilate got brushed aside by the devil on one of his shoulders. Don’t fuck this up! Mom is a ten for MILFs. Don’t be a bitch! Show her what you can do. The dirty side partially won as Sean didn't say anything to screw up this moment. However, he also took no initiative as he lay there in shock.

“You are soooo much bigger than him,” Bridget moaned once she felt stable enough to speak. Neither needed her to clarify who she meant. They both knew.

With unspoken communication, Bridget stared with lust-glazed eyes down at her son. Knowing she had Sean’s full attention, the blonde MILF ran her hands up over her big, bra-enclosed tits. Momentarily, Sean expected her to reach behind her back and unclasp the garment. However, the old Bridget had started to resurface, and she wanted to put on a show for her son. So instead, she reached up to grab her hair.

Holding a clump of her blonde locks high, Bridget purred hornily as she rose up, only to slam her pussy down on her son’s impressive manhood. As her body pulsed with each pleasure burst, she impaled herself over and over at a swift and forceful pace.

Sean watched as his mother put on a dazzling display. With her hands still in her hair, Bridget showed off her athleticism and flexibility by bouncing up and down repeatedly. She did this without help as Sean's hands still lay at his side. The teen's motor functions had seemed to short out by this unthinkable act with an unfathomable partner.

Finally, with mischievous eyes, Bridget shot her son a naughty smirk. Following that expression, she reached down to place her hands on his chest. Now with support, she began to fuck herself on his cock energetically. Almost as if riding a bucking bronco, the blonde MILF bounced up and down wildly.

Unsure if her son was a tit man or not, Bridget opted to test him. So with that in mind, she moved her hands closer together on his chest. The move pushed her large breasts together in a way that had Sean wondering if they might pop out of the skimpy demi bra. They didn’t, but they jiggled in a way that caused a momentarily tingling in his balls before he pushed the feeling down.

Pleased at how his eyes zeroed in on her bosom, Bridget resumed her motions faster. Riding the thick shaft for all she was worth, the turned-on mother moaned and groaned as she bounced hard and fast. The blonde couldn't believe how the last several hours had played out. First, she'd finally had it with her selfish husband and asked for a divorce. It wasn't far-fetched to think the depressed and lonely wife might end up in another man's bed. However, Bridget had succumbed to her basest desires and now found herself having incredible sex with her son of all people.

Really living up to that old moniker, aren’t you? Bridget chuckled in her mind.

Widening her hands again, Bridget leaned forward more as she continued her ride. Although her tits weren’t squeezed together any longer, the new position did have its benefits for her son.

Staring up, Sean enjoyed the view of his mother's ample breasts bouncing ferociously around in the confines of the struggling black bra. Despite understanding how wrong everything happening was, he couldn't help but ogle those tits. They looked absolutely fantastic as they appeared to threaten to escape on each heave upward. Fuck, Mom has great tits.

“Oh, gawd, baby, you feel so good inside me!" Bridget gasped, her fingernails scratching lightly into his chest. “Do you like them? Do you like Mommy’s big tits? Do you?”

Unable to properly answer, Sean let out a groan that Bridget took as an excited yes.

“Wait until you see them,” the blonde proclaimed.

With her son's rapt attention, Bridget slowed her pace down enough to reach behind her back. Then, with a vulgar expression, she thrust out her chest while undoing the clasp. The garment fell onto Sean's chest in abandonment.

He focused on the pair of unbelievably firm D-cups that seemed to burst into view. The bullet-like nipples showed off their owner's state of arousal if anyone had dared to doubt it at this point. Bridget felt a tremor build at the look of pure hunger and bliss on her son's face.

Suddenly, Sean's motor skills kicked back in as his hands shot up to grasp his mother's big tits. That made Bridget moan at the sensation. A dynamo effect kicked in as his mother's moans led Sean's hands to maul those magnificent mounds. And while he spent considerable time on the firm flesh, Sean knew the right moment to switch over to start tweaking her nipples, rolling the tips between his thumbs and forefingers.

Spurred on by Sean’s expression of pure wonder, Bridget knocked his hands away momentarily. The look of abject disappointment on the teen’s face didn’t last long as his mother shifted to dangle those diamond-tipped globes over his face. Without hesitation, Sean’s lips latched onto a nipple.

“Oh, yes…yes! Suck Mommy’s tits. Suck ‘em as if they belong to you,” Bridget cried out. “Oh, gawd…oh, gawd. You…making me… oh, FUCK!!!”

Sean broke his lips off at the words to stare at his mother in surprise. It took him a long moment to realize that his mother sagging down onto his chest meant she’d just had an orgasm. No, check that: He’d just given her one by sucking on her tits.

“So good…so good,” Bridget mumbled, moving her face down to give her son a soft, loving kiss.

The tender moment threw Sean for a loop. Up to now, Bridget had been quite passionate and forceful. Still, Sean’s other worry that they might already be done was swiftly dashed as that glimpse of everyday Bridget vanished as she lifted herself back up to go along with a squeeze of her cunt to his cock.

“That’s right, baby. You gave me a Big O. Now they're definitely all yours, Sean. I bet you've always wanted to play with them. Go ahead. Do that while I fuck myself on your big cock!" Bridget then issued an almost guttural moan as her son returned to playing with her tits, sending an adrenaline surge throughout her body.

For a time, the two continued their current setup, with Sean worshiping his mother's breasts while Bridget introduced his cock to her pussy over and over. The blonde MILF's ass bounced up and down in such a rhythm that it was evident that her old self had never entirely vanished. And as her brain subconsciously flipped on those old physical motions, so too did past verbal habits.

"You like that, don't you? You like the way you feel inside your mom?" Bridget questioned. "Know it here and now; that's the best pussy you'll ever get."

“Kinda cocky, aren’t you?” Sean said before he could stop himself. Where did that come from?

“Oooh! Now that’s my boy!” Bridget laughed. Playfully, she ran her fingernails down his chest hard, bringing scratches and, eventually, droplets of blood. “But you need to back up that attitude, buster. Use those hands elsewhere and stop lying there like a dead fish.”

On some level, Sean's brain recognized the same arrogance and bratty attitude that Whitney had demonstrated. So while he didn't realize it, Sean responded to this blonde like the other.

“You’re going to be the one flopping around when I’m done!” the teen growled.

Sean's hands quickly moved to grab his mother’s bare ass. Using his new grip, he started to guide the ultra-confident blonde in the way he wanted her to ride his big cock.

A large part of Bridget wanted to counter his move, but she didn't. Instead, she felt a wave of pride wash over her. Finally, Sean started showing he had some of her passion in him. Yet, she also found it amusing as Bridget never expected that she'd be the one to bring it out of him. I thought Whitney would be his primary teacher; now, I guess we'll have to share that role. Oh, I'm going to teach you so much, honey.

Reaching down, Bridget gripped Sean's shoulders hard. With both family members holding onto each other, the mother went to town. If Sean thought she'd bounced vigorously before, he was in for a major surprise. A frenzied pace ensued.

Out of necessity, Sean's hands moved from his mother's ass to her slim waist. That allowed him to help dictate the pace at least partially, which he relished. Still, the teen couldn't deny that his mother was the sexiest person in the world. Her body and beauty rivaled anyone his own age. And her tits… were fucking incredible. They swung around wildly in hypnotizing fashion with each of her downward thrusts. The same downward thrusts that he now met with upward drives of his own.

“Fuck me. Fuck your mom, Sean. Fuck me!” Bridget cried between her pants. “Need this…need big cock!

“You like that…ugh…You like that, Mom?” Sean challenged, sensing she wanted him to.

“Feels good…uh-huh,” Bridget acknowledged before remembering her role here. “Harder. Put your power…into it.”

Sean made every attempt to follow his mother’s order. Bracing his feet, he used them for leverage, ignoring the increasing pain that overrode his medication.

“That’s…ugh…right! Fuck my slutty pussy,” Bridget screamed.

For a moment, she thought she heard a similar scream from elsewhere in the cabin, but that notion vanished because of the pleasure she felt and her son’s shocked face.

“Oh, yes, Sean! I could once be very, very slutty,” Bridget revealed, slowing down for a second to deliver the line. “And I’m going to be super slutty for you, baby.”

At hearing his mother’s words, Sean snapped. Animalistic urges roared from deep inside him. They overran the intense pain he started to feel in his foot and leg. Losing himself to his carnal needs, Sean found Bridget meeting him there.

Pure filth roared forth from between their lips whenever they could, between the groans, grunts, moans, and cries.

Bridget couldn’t think straight between her deep pants. Her breasts swayed recklessly as absolute wantonness overtook her. All she knew was that Sean’s face was one of pure heaven as he lay with his head thrown back and his eyes tightly squeezed shut. Her son experienced a life-changing moment while in the embrace of her soft, wet pussy.

Suddenly, the blonde beauty's face contorted in blissful ecstasy as a silent shriek wracked her body as one of the most epic orgasms of her life erupted. And while her body arced with her head thrown back, Sean exploded inside his mother; all the while, his mind thought that Bridget looked amazing as his slut.

Collapsing onto her son’s chest, Bridget took several minutes to regain any composure. She even wondered if she’d fainted from the inconceivable orgasm.

Sean did pass out from the combination of pain and exhaustion. He wasn’t asleep for too long before waking up to a pleasant sensation: that of his mother’s tongue cleaning off their combined fluids.

“Mom?” Sean asked, partly in confusion.

“Time for you to see how great my cocksucking skills are, honey. Then, it’s on to Round Two,” Bridget announced, looking up from his groin. “What? I wasn’t called Bedsheets Bridget for nothing back in the day.”