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Angela Brandt rolled over on her bed onto her back, one hand sliding up the purple silk lingerie nightie to her breasts while the other hand held the phone to her ear.“I’m pulling your pants down,” she was saying. “Looking up at you with puppy eyes, kneeling before your majestic cock.”“Good girl,” the young man on the other end of the call said in a low, menacing voice. “You know you need my cock.”“Yes,” Angela whimpered, squeezing her breasts.“How bad?” the man asked.“So badly,” she said, moaning into the phone. “Send it to me, boo-boo.”“Sent,” he said. “What are you doing now? I’m fucking hard as a rock.”“I’m kissing that sweet cock, every inch of it, ‘cause I love it so much,” she said in a desperate voice. She rubbed her thighs together and moaned again. “I need it so badly.”“Yeah,” he breathed.She liked how he was panting into the phone. She could hear the movement of him jerking off and smiled at that.A bleep on her phone told her there was a picture. She looked at the hazy, closeup picture of his hand gripping his cock. She wanted to lick the screen. She kissed it instead. She put it back to her ear.“I see it!” she said.“You like my fat ugly cock?” he asked in a growling voice.“It’s a big, beautiful cock,” she answered.He groaned and panted.“I’m putting it in my mouth,” she continued.He cursed a few times.“I’ve got your cock so, so, so deep in my mouth,” she was saying. “I’m sucking hard. Harder.”He grunted.“What are you doing to me, Billy baby?”He only groaned again.“Mmm, talk to me, Billy boo!” she said.“I’m, I’m holding your head,” he said between gasps. “I’m running my fingers through your hair.” He cursed again. “I’m grabbing it, pulling on it, keeping you in place while I face-fuck the fuck out of you.” She heard him roll on the bed. He continued: “And you’re gagging. Ugh. Gagging on my big fat cock.”“Ooh, Billy, go easy on me,” she begged, curling her body up while she ran her hand down and between her legs. She rolled over to her belly, şişli escort then onto her back again, rubbing herself hard and fast.“I’m coming,” Billy said.“On my face?” she asked.“What about your face?” another voice asked.Angela sat up suddenly, tugging the black lace hem of her lingerie nightie to cover her womanhood.Her son stood at the door of her bedroom with his arms crossed over his tight black T-shirt.“Jamie!”“Oh, hi, Angela,” he said mockingly. “Did I interrupt something?”She pulled the strap of her lingerie back over her shoulders.“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Billy was still saying on the phone. It wasn’t on speakerphone, but it was loud enough for Angela to hear.She put the phone back to her ear. “Hang on, Billy.” Then she winced and mentally chided herself.“Oh, it’s back to Billy now?” he asked.She had been such a naughty MILF, indulging in his friends throughout the years. Eric, Taveon and Billy all had lusty crushes on her. Eric called her a “hotwife,” although she had been separated from her husband for a long time. Eric married off and didn’t call her up anymore. Cocky Taveon was her main boy toy last year, pummeling her with his big swaggering black cock every Sunday morning. This year, she switched to shy Billy.“I’m a grown woman, you know,” she said, swinging her legs over the bed to get up.“You don’t act like it,” Jamie said. “I’ve been away two years and you’re still fucking around…”“Stop it. Don’t you knock?”Billy was still on the phone. “I’m came all over your face,” he was saying before Angela ended the call.She threw the phone on the bed and walked up to her son by the doorway. He shifted uncomfortably and put his hands on his hips, looking down at her.“Sleeping around with losers,” he said accusingly.“I said stop. Those losers used to be your friends.”“Fucking traitor ass loser friends,” he muttered. “And you left the door open.”“Forget it. How’d you do?” she asked him, not looking him in the eye. “How is şişli escort bayan it out there?”He sighed and shook his head. “Not as crazy as last week, but almost. I was able to get toilet paper, a few bars of soap. Most of that other stuff you wanted? Cleaned out. Sorry.”“This is so surreal,” she said.When she looked up at him, his eyes shifted from her cleavage to her face and to the side.She touched his chest, making him flinch a little. “I’m so glad you’re home.”“Can’t be anywhere else,” he said. “Schools closed ‘cause of this pandemic. Can’t stay at the dorm.”“And…you wanted to be with your…mother…” she added. “In a time of crisis?” She put both hands on him, liking the fabric of his tight spandex and Lycra shirt. “Right?”He shrugged. “You heard from dad?”She shook her head. “I’m worried about him.”He eyed the phone bleeping on the bed. “Not that worried.”She moved up to him suddenly and wrapped her arms around his waist. “A little worried for all of us.”He kept his hands on his hips.She laid her head on his chest.He let his arms hang.She squeezed him in a hug.He put his hands on her arms.She smiled and looked up at him.He had a pained look on his face. He shook his head.She nodded.He bit his lip and shook his head, staring at the window.She moved towards his face and he tried to turn his face away. Her lips touched his face. He winced and gave an angry sigh.“Stop being weird, Angela,” he said.She kissed under his jaw.He frowned and focused on the ceiling.She licked under his jaw. And pushed her body against his coming erection.He closed his eyes and looked like he wanted to cry.She took his face and made him face her and smiled at him.“Kiss me,” she said.He cursed. And it was on.He descended onto her, scooping her up in his arms, kissing her face desperately. She had to stand on her toes for her tall son. He grabbed her face and ran his fingers through her hair. He looked at her lovely face before kissing it again mecidiyeköy escort and again.“I missed you, Angela,” he said between his heavy breaths.She opened her mouth to him and let him dip his tongue into her mouth. She closed her eyes while he devoured her. She ran her hands down his chest to his crotch and squeezed the erection.Ever since her son came home a week ago, she had been wanting him. They had sex once, years ago. Then he avoided her, lived at a dorm, stayed with friends during summer and winter breaks, only saw her occasionally.She thought it was the shame he felt having had sex with her.“God, I missed you, too,” she said, tears coming.His face was buried in her neck. “I’m so sorry,” he was saying kissing every inch of her face. “I couldn’t face you.”“Why not? I needed you.”She had been so horny this morning. Now that her kids were home from school, she was hesitant to have her boys come over. Plus, everyone was isolating or distancing themselves. Horny and bored, she had called up Billy.But the person she really wanted was Jamie, her son. Her lust for him was inappropriate, her daughter told her when confronted. Taboo and disgusting to most people. Something for backwoods hicks or backwards tribal peoples or something. Not for a nice college-educated middle-class family like theirs.She laughed at that thought as Jamie grabbed her and pulled her with him to the bed. She jumped on to the bed and got on her back, inching back, spreading her legs for him.He pulled his light blue jeans off and crawled on top of her.“I don’t know how long we’re going to be holed up here,” Jamie said as they snuggled into each other’s arms. “Right now, I don’t give a fuck.”“Ooh!” she cried out as his mouth attacked her neck and her breasts and his hands clawed at her silk.He pulled the straps down to expose her breasts. He marveled at them. He hadn’t seen them in two years. She smiled. His mother’s large, welcoming breasts waited for him. She pulled his face to them. He nibbled and sucked on one nipple while grabbing and pinching the other.“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair.He lowered his body to her legs. She spread them for him. He nestled his face between her thighs. She covered his head with her lingerie.

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