Sex Story - Blame It On The Heatwave

Ya right, blame IT on the heatwave.

Frankly speaking, there is no one or nothing to blame IT. I can blame a MICROWAVE OVEN of stimulating me to masturbate in front of it, blame a TOOTH BRUSH of making me evil till I rape my gal with it, and other sort of craps.

Thr TRUTH is the guy gotta BLAME their own f*cking active c*ck of the desperate need to suck it into some deep hole.

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Sometimes, the heat can make a person do strange things.

It was a long hot summer. The heat was sapping. Anything not lucky enough to be in the shade, was wilting in the relentless sunshine.

Ned Blakely, a young man about to go to college as a freshman, was too blamked out by the heat to even attempt a few laps of the pool. He was lazily sunbathing in the backyard, wearing only his short tight swim trunks.

he had told his girlfriemd Marcia that he would come over to see her that afternoon. But he was too worn out by the heat to even phone her and make an excuse. He fantasised about having sex with her, but he remained flopped out on the deckchair.

The sun beat down mercilessly. he could feel the trickles of sweat running down his bodyand smell the sharp odour of his masculine swaet.

Ellen Blakely, a woman in her late thirties, came to the door leading to the backyard and stared down at her son, as he lay sprawled in the deckchair.

Remaining motionless, her eyes rested on his muscular body. Too tired to say anything, she was dazed by the suffocating heat, as she looked down at the almost naked body of her son.

Drawing her hand across her face, she wiped the sweat away. The lilac dress she was wearing was a thin cotton garment, that clung to her figures, emphasising her curves.

Ned glanced up and noticed his mother staring at him from the doorway. He was too tired even to shout a greeting. He closed his eyes. He thought about his girlfriend and felt a slow smouldering thrill of lust. But it was not strong enough to prompt him to take any action.

His mother stood in the doorway in the baking heat. She idly shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her body felt warm, too warm.

The heat seemed to have affected even her thinking. She didn't even know what she was doing, staring down at her son's body. She felt vaguely disturbed by her thoughts.

After a few minutes, Ned looked up again and saw that his mother was still staring down at him. He started to feel selfconscious in the heat of her stare. He was aware that she was scantily dressed and that there was something unhealthy about the way his mother was looking at him.

Her eyes travelled slowly up and down his body. She didn't smile or say anything. She couldn't help noticing how masculine he was, how muscular.

Ned was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable under his mother's relentless gaze. He could feel himself becoming aroused. He blamed it on thinking about his girlfriend. But he was feeling embarrassed, as his mother was eyeing him intently. He wondered if she would notice the swelling bulge in his swim trunks.

Ellen Blakely watched silently, as her son's hand drifted down to cover his growing erection. It didn't bother her: she had seen enough erections in her time.

The heat bothered her. She was feeling light-headed and hot, much too hot.

Ned decided that he could no longer remain in the sun: he could feel his skin prickling in the merciless heat. Rising up from the deckchair, he headed towards the doorway where his mother stood looking stunned and sullen.

She stared at her son with a sultry look as he approached. Her eyes darted down to the bulge in his swim trunks. She showed to sign of moving to ket him past.

Ned dropped his hands protectively, trying to cover the bulge of his hard-on. He could not look his mother in the face.

Mommy still stood in the doorway, blocking his path. His cock was becoming harder, as he stood in front of her. He was now blushing with acute embarrassment.

Ellen Blakely's face was dripping with sweat, her hair was plastered to her head. She stood in the doorway, staring at his sun-tanned body. Slowly, she slid her hand down her body and placed it over her pussy.

Ned stopped in front of her, not really believing what he was seeing.

Standing in front of him in a casual slutty manner, his mother cupped her pussy in her hand and looked at him as though she wanted to eat him.

His dick was swollen and almost painfully erect, pressing hard against his nylon swim trunks. He clasped his hand over it.

She held her cunt: he clasped his cock.

Mommy's hand crept down and grasped the hem of her thin cotton dress. Slowly, she began to inch the dress up, exposing more and more of her thighs.

Ned's dick was twitching with excitement as he watched.

She inched her dress up a littel more.

He couldn't stop himself from looking, as it inched up. It was a striptease by his mother.

Still the dress crept up.

A little higher. She wasn't wearing any panties: she exposed her naked cunt to her son.

He started to tremble as he stared at his mother's pussy. She was showing it to him, as she looked down at his bulging hard-on. She had pulled her dress up, almost to her waist.

Looking into her eyes, he saw that they were directed down at his swim trunks. Her eyes looked dazed, her mouth hung open.

He hesitated for a few seconds, as he felt the tension of his arousal. He was breathing heavily, his breath coming in deep gasps.

He looked at his mother's body, hot and sweating under the thin tight dress. He stared at her pussy. Thumbing down his swim trunks, he showed his mother his erect cock.

For what seemed like an age, neither of them moved, neither of them said a word.

Ned's hand came up and curled round the shaft of his hard cock. It took a tremendous effort not to start jerking off. He let go of his prick. He kept on looking with fascinated lust at his mother's exposed pussy.

He walked right up to her. His cock was sticking out, rampant with unnatural excitement. It was poking right in front of him, straight towards her pussy.

His mother held her ground: she didn't move a muscle. She was staring at him intensely, as though daring him to come closer.

He stepped forwards. The red knob of his cock pushed into the soft flesh of her belly. He trembled with excitement.

Reaching down, he took hold of the thick shaft of his cock and slwly masturbated. He kept pushing against his mother's naked flesh.

Mommy stayed silent, looking into his eyes.

Losing control, he pushed his cock down lower, until it brushed the lips of her pussy. He hesitated for a few moments, trembling with burning lust.

Mommy didn't object.

Leaning forwards, he slowly thrust his didck into her warm wet pussy. He exhaled forcefully, as he felt the tight walls of her cunt seize his swollen shaft.

She gasped, but said nothing.

Ned's arms went around her and he pulled her body close into his, jamming himself against her.

he forced his cock in deeper.

Holding her tightly, he began to fuck her vigorously. He was gasping and moaning, as he rammed it in, again and again.

Soon he was fucking her violently, as his whole body bucked feverishly, like a wild animal. His excitement was mounting, becoming uncontrollable. he felt his hot spunk erupting from his throbbing prick and flooding into his mommy's burning cunt.

After he had orgasmed, he leaned against him mother and remained still for a few minutes, as he slowly began to calm down. He held her gently, feeling the heat of her body.

Even when he pulled his cock out of her cunt, she said nothing. he could see the dazed expression on her face, the thin film of sweat, the slack mouth.

Pushing her aside, he stumbled into the house heading for the bathroom. He needed a long cold shower and then a cool drink with plenty of ice.