Diana ran her hands up and down Justin’s back as they kissed, tongues dueling. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upwards, pealing it off of him. Justin stretched his arms up, letting his mother undress him, and broke their kiss so that she could yank the shirt off. Then she threw herself into his arms again and they continued their searing kiss, flesh pressed against flesh.
Diana pressed her palms against the hard planes of his stomach and caressed his muscles. He was so well-built, so strong, so lean. His dark hair and coloring came from her, but his rough features and raw muscularity must have come from his father.
She released him then, pushing him backward. Justin stumbled and sat down hard in the chair waiting behind him. He licked his lips, eyes glazed with lust. She smiled at him and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her warm-ups. “Are you going to finish what you’ve started?”
He nodded, grinning insolently. “I wouldn’t stop now for the world.”
It was what Diana wanted to hear. She kicked off her sneakers and swept her warm-up pants down her sleek, well-muscled legs to puddle at her feet. Now she stood before Justin in nothing but her pink panties. She tugged the scrunchy out of her hair and let her black mane fall around her face. The look of adoration mixed with animal lust that Justin gave her made Diana’s heart flutter within her chest.
She leaned towards him, placing her hands on his wrists where they lay on the chair’s arm rests. Her pendulous breasts bobbed before Justin’s face, while strands of her dark hair tickled his cheeks. Justin wet his lips with his tongue, his eyes riveted to the dusky tips of her swollen tits. Without needing an invitation, he ducked his head and tasted one delicately, his lips as forceful as a feather’s touch. Diana could not suppress a shiver of pleasure as her son’s lips fastened around her nipple. Justin began to suck lightly, nipping at her hardened flesh with the tips of his teeth. Diana moaned and bit her lower lip.
Justin sucked and nipped at his mother’s breast, his heart thundering within his breast. His blood roared in his ears, blocking out most of the sound around him, but he did just barely make out Diana’s gasps and moans as he worked on her flesh. He wanted to grab her hard, toned body and pull it against his own, but her hands kept his own planted against the arm-rests, and he could only look through the deep valley between her breasts admiringly. Her pink, frilly panties hugged her like a second skin and he wanted desperately to peel them off her and see the sacred place between her thighs.
His cock jumped and throbbed between his own legs with each ragged breath he drew through his nose. Diana tasted of salty sweat, the sweet fragrance of her understated perfume, and beneath that her own scent, at once familiar and alien to him. He switched to her other tit and bit her nipple lightly, sucking the swollen flesh into his eager mouth.
She pulled away from him. Justin released a small cry, like a baby denied its favorite treat. But Diana ducked her head down again and kissed him fiercely. The force of her assault pressed him back and rocked the chair, but he matched her passion with his own.