Fifteen minutes past before every muscle burned and every joint creaked sorely, and Jeri came for the third time on her son’s still incredibly hard cock. Sensing that she was slowing down, and now no longer wanting to, Stevie sat up and took his mom’s full ass in his hands, shifted her weight, and flipped her onto her back.
The storm was subsiding now, the one outside. Not theirs. Restraining her wrists above her head gave Stevie the freedom to do as he pleased now, and the monster was not her but him. Both of them covered from head to toe in glistening sweat, he began to drink from her, to lap and lick at her with a bone dry tongue, savouring in her hit saltiness and the burnt ozone smell that now also seemed to emanate from the pores of her skin.
Jeri growled approvingly, wiggling her hips and grinding into him. Stevie attacked his mom’s wondrous bare breasts, now levelling out to either side. Seeking a nipple, he took one into his mouth and swirled with his tongue around her aerola before slickly flicking the tip over the hard nipple and planting a little kiss. For a long time he loved both breasts; once feeding on them to live, but now to love and to lust over the woman that birthed him.
‘What have I started?’ she laughed to herself, and it was a proud declaration. She would make many more as her son proceeded to give her burning pussy the licking of a lifetime. And good lord how he sucked on that hard and painfully sensitive clit like he’d been doing it a lifetime.
When he came back up to finish what she started, their tongues intermingled, and so did the taste of both sexes, arms and legs and sweating torsos one hot mess together.
‘I want to put the light on,’ Stevie paused to say.
‘Why?’
‘So we can look at each other and know what we’ve done,’ came the shocking reply. The reality hit her like a freight train. What had they done? What were they about to do, knowing full-well what they had started?
Fire burned from the pit of her stomach now — his too. She swallowed dryly, tried to catch her breath and her courage. ‘Okay,’ Jeri said weakly. ‘Okay, I want to look at you…’
7
They had fucked deep and dirty with her son on top. Looking into his eyes as he thrust deep into her sex with his and threatened to come was a sanity-stealing thrill. All she could do was pant and moan, but she didn’t dare speak. But they fucked on, and seemingly endlessly, because his hard cock would not give up, and she was a wet and willing hole for him, the best sex she could have hoped for in a lifetime.
Eventually they were side by side again, just like they had started out with a kiss and a cuddle, and Jeri was forced to look her son in the eyes once more as he lazily dipped in and out of her with his now red raw cock.
‘I don’t know what this means,’ she finally said in between sharp and involuntary gasps. She was about to come so hard, and the steep uncertainty was somehow getting her off as much as the fact that her son’s cock was about to fill her up with his seed.
‘You started it!’