Clark and Martha Collection

Martha tensed slightly as she endured the cascading currents of water running down her body. The woman let a sigh, as the droplets fell onto her face clearing the last remains of the shampoo out of her hair. She continued her routine of soaping and rinsing till every area of her body was perfect.



The sounds of the pounding water thundered around the bathroom, so basically she didn’t notice the shower door sliding open, ten minutes later, and closing shut. She also didn’t notice that she now was no longer alone in the shower. But Martha did noticed when a strong pair of hands started cupping her breasts from behind.



“Clark…?” the woman turned around in a fright. "I told you, We can't do this anymore"



“I do want too,” the dark haired boy stated truthfully. He then grinned, a small wicked little grin. “…Now I would like my dessert...” he finished, while sliding his arms around her glistening curves. His hands engorged with the small of her back, yet still seeking lower.



The older woman moaned and leaned down to accept her son’s kiss. The two parted lips as they’re hot wet tongues met in between, each licking and tasting the other. Clark’s hands returned to his mother’s breast gently cupping her tits. Stimulating his Mom’s already stiffening pink nipples.



Yes, Clark thought while he alternated his attention to his Mom’s other breast. Life was good.



Martha moaned in delight as her son abused her breasts with his mouth. She wrapped her arms around Clark, furthering their embrace. The woman jolted for a second, then giggled, Clark’s wondering hands were fondling her rear, teasing her little hole. She let out another soft moan into her son’s ear then sent a series of licks along the lobe.



Martha continued savoring the moment, when she started to notice a small growing warmth…that would not settle. The women then gently started to guide her son’s attention further south; her sweltering hot cunt couldn’t go ignored any longer.



Observing his adoptive mom’s desire, Clark paved a trail of kisses along the woman’s abdomen. He then paused when he arrived at his mom’s sex. Martha's pussy used to have a thin strip of red hairs that trailed down to her sex. Now her whole pussy was smooth and bare to the touch. The woman looked down at him questionably; one would almost think she appeared slightly frightened. “It is ok?” she asked. “I thought it might be a good change.”



Clark grinned almost like a child being given a new toy. “It’s perfect,” he said, reassuring her. And to further prove his point, he let his tongue into the recesses of his mom’s hairless snatch.



As soon as she felt her son’s tongue grazing her pussy mound, Martha felt a jolt of electricity surging through her body. She hardly felt the droplets of water from the shower pelting her bare skin any more. All she could feel was the blazing fire from every one of her son’s tongue strokes against her clit.



She clutched the back of his head and pulled him further into her sex. That only triggered her son’s pace increasing even more, his tongue lapping up her overflowing pussy juices. He coiled his tongue around her clit, flicking it back and forth over the small nub, sucking on it harder and harder.



Martha let out a small squeak of pleasure as she sudden felt a small surge through her body. She nearly would have collapsed on top of her son, if he didn’t move quickly and took her into his arms.



He looked into his mom’s closed eyes. The woman was totally limp in his arms. For a few seconds Clark was worried. “Mom...” he shook her slightly. “Mom..!” he asked again. God, help him if he did something to hurt her.



“Mmm...Honey your amazing,” his mother purred as she came out of her spell. Clark only could grin. Not to mention sigh out of relief. He hugged her close, an act that Martha eagerly welcomed.



She nestled her cheek against her son’s face. “I want you to fuck me baby,” she hungrily cried into his ear. “I want you to fuck my ass,” she begged him.



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Clark looked down to see his mom’s head bobbing up and down. Her lips wrapped around his swollen cock. Her brown hair flowing as she nurtured his aching head. The woman sucked harder and harder, making loud obscene slurping noises adding to her suction action.



Clark felt heaven couldn’t have been more promising than this. He could feel the hot, wet swerve of her moist tongue thrashing inside her mouth massaging his tip, driving Clark further to his peak. “AAAah…Mom-mm…!” Clark weakly cried, trying to warn his Mom of his orgasmic approach, but instead of desisting, his Mom only sucked harder and harder, welcoming her son’s discharge.



“AAAAhhhhhh!!!!” Clark cried emptying his load. Martha thoroughly milked her son’s head; licking and swallowing every single drop of his cum. She smile brightly through wet lips, all the while Clark gasped heavily still coming down from his high.



Martha continued to grin; she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed sucking her son off. She knew since he was a toddler now here she was sucking his dick. Eventually Martha returned from her dreaming, to the issue at hand. The woman figured she could get one more round in, before they both had to rest.



She sank down onto his cock head. They both cooed from pleasure as her pussy lips parted way for his round tip. As always the mother and son started slowly, lightly pecking and caressing the other with such tenderness. Clark reached up and held onto his mom’s swaying tits, squeezing and fondling the globular flesh, her granite like nipples stiffing under his massaging fingertips.



Martha moaned loudly as she started to picking up the pace. She rode her son, like he was a wild untamed animal, grinding and flexing her hips passionately with each thrust. She flexed her pussy to grip his pole tighter, “Oh GOD! Oh GOD! OHHhhhhh!!!” Martha screamed as she thrashed her hips faster and faster.



And then she felt it. The feeling overtook her so quickly and strongly she couldn’t even make a sound. She just shuddered as wave after wave hit her. All the while all she could think about was her son and how deeply she truly loved him.



Clark sank down onto the bed almost in a dead heap. “I love you Clark,” she whispered to him almost pleadingly. The thunderous sensation of her orgasm was calming. Both their breaths were reduced to small gasps.



It had been already a few moments after they finished, but Martha could still feel the lingering afterglow from their act. The woman knew from what she was experiencing, that her son just opened up a new area of feeling inside of her, one she didn’t even know existed. In that moment she had more warmth and affection for her son, then he would ever know.



“I love you...” she said again, placing small chaste kissing on his lips.



Clark smiled back and whispered the same to her. He somewhat knew what his mom was feeling. For him he felt not only the strong flowing feeling, but his vision seemed to open up to the world around him. Things seemed different through his eyes. But he then gazed into the bright blue orbs of his mother’s eyes, tenderly running his hair through her fiery hair.



They stayed that way for many more minutes, simply holding each other as if they were old lovers. They didn’t even notice when sleep claimed them both.