God, he could barely breathe…
He tried, and he tried — felt as if he was coming out of a suffocating nightmare, and slap-bang into the throes of sleep paralysis. Outside the rain was falling hard and fork lightning lit up the room like a photographer’s flash.
That was when his blurry eyes faintly made the connection that he was indeed in his mother’s bed. Another flash of lightning saw the bed sheet rise up before him into a bulky shape. Then Stevie’s eyes rolled back, his mouth opened into a moan, and he felt her slippery silky mouth working up and down the length of his cock, before coming to lick and suck at the overly-sensitive pink head like it was a lollipop.
‘Mom,’ he cried as if to warn her.
‘Mmmhhhhhh,’ she echoed and answered him with a satisfying slurp and pop, her lips finally leaving him before she came up for air.
‘Mom, what are we doing?’
She was eye-level with him once again, this time straddling his hips, her heavy breasts coming to rest against her son’s strong upper chest. In the dark her eyes seemed vacant, but when lightning struck and lit her up, lust filled her eyes and her pouting pink lips bestowed on his the taste of her saliva and his own salty arousal.
‘I want to fuck you,’ she whispered in his ear. ‘Let me fuck you, baby, please. I need this. We both do!’
‘We can’t do that, can we?’ he struggled, but not for the want to find a reason. Stevie was both terrified for the suddenness, the intensity of the moment, and what might come of it. He was worried that something would go wrong. He was worried she might even turn into some kind of monster.
‘We probably shouldn’t do this,’ he said weakly as his mother threw back the bed sheet and revealed her full naked form amid the rage of the summer storm, and immediately her son’s hands found her every inch from her tits, her belly, her hips, and then her soaking wet slit, which raged with its own boiling, shuddering storm.
In one swift motion, Jeri lifted herself up and tool hold of Stevie’s cock, placed the tip right at the opening to her soaking snatch and told him, ‘I am going to fuck you so good right now,’ and eased herself down seven and a half inches in one painfully and blissfully long moment. Her eyes fluttered shut with a soft cry.
‘No, mom!’ Stevie cried, his eyes wide with shock as he witnessed her labia part to soak up his hard, long shaft, and it felt so incredible that as he protested with all his heart, he got harder and harder inside her and never felt so good and so terrible all at once. ‘No, no, no, we can’t,’ he cried and reached out with both hands to try to stop her seductive mating dance atop him.
Instead Jeri took his hands and placed them on her tits, coaxed them into massaging her, to feel how soft and inviting she was. As she rode his length with such fluid ease, so hot and slippery inside, she guided those hands to squash those tits together and to caress at her hard pink nipples.
‘Shhhh,’ she cooed, gyrating in figure-of-eights, and devouring him with the hips that bore him. Before long Stevie was bucking to meet her thrusts, his hands taking full advantage of her body. And for many long and strangely erotic minutes, she rode him like she invented him; which she did.