“Well, I’m determined to break those invisible restraints holding you back,” I said, as I slid inside her already very wet pussy, “and if I say so myself, I’m damned good at this.”
“Oh yes,” she moaned, as my cock filled her.
Sometimes I start slow when fucking someone, other times I fuck hard and fast. This time was the latter. But first….
I grabbed Mom’s hips and held her tightly against me, the cock buried all the way inside her, and demanded, “Tell me what you want, Mommy.”
“Oh God, Hannah, I want you to fuck Mommy as hard as you can,” she answered. “Please!”
I gave five quick hard thrusts before I asked formally, as a high priest might ask a supplicant, “Margaret Baxter! Do you crave to be Hannah Baxter’s, Mommy-slut?” The term was so hot and naughty.
“Yes, Hannah… Baxter,” Mom moaned, trying to fuck herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly in place. “I… Margaret Baxter, do solemnly crave to be your Mommy-slut.”
Five more deep hard thrusts and she whined when again I stopped, “Stop teasing me, Hannah. Just fuck the living shit out of me.”
“Oh? You want it in the ass? We can do that!” I offered, pulling all the way out, even though I knew it was just a figure of speech.
“No, in my wet cunt, baby,” Mom pleaded, looking back at me with hunger. “Please fuck the shit out of Mommy’s cunt and make me your lesbian live-in Mommy pet!”
I loved the idea of that!
I loved the idea of this being more than just this evening.
I slid the cock back into her and began fucking her as I promised, “I’m going to fuck you all the time, my sweet Mommy-pet.”
“Yes, Hannah, I need someone to take control,” she admitted, just like she used to allow him to treat her like shit.
The difference was that I would treat her like a princess, a fuck slut princess who would learn to eat pussy, but still a princess.
And I would be the queen.
And then there was just fucking and moaning.
I fucked her as hard as I could, as fast as I could.
Her moans and heavy breathing were so sexy, and I never wanted to make someone come as much as I did her at the moment.
Yet, even though she sounded so close, she wasn’t cumming.
Then an idea popped into my head.
I pulled out and ordered, “Lie on your stomach, Mom.”
She obeyed, but offered, “It’s okay, honey, I’m not going to come.”
“You are going to come, trust me,” I promised, as I grabbed my favourite home-alone toy from my nightstand.
She lay on her stomach as I grabbed my magic wand which I hoped would live up to its name, it always had for me.
I plugged the wand into the wall and returned between her legs, lifted up her hips slightly and after turning it on, placed it under her, buzzing directly on her clit.
“Oooooh my,” she moaned, as the intensity of the vibrations hit her.
I moved behind her, angled the strap-on cock into position to slide into her from behind, arched my back, and re-entered her.
It wasn’t easy, but I was back inside, resting my weight on her, which forced the wand to do its magic.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned loudly, as I resumed fucking her.