“God you’re so beautiful, Christopher.” She moaned, caressing my back with her eager fingertips. “Perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect.” I said with my lips pressed to her soft bare shoulder, appreciating the carnal sensation of my best friend’s mother below me.
God, this just felt so right. Both of us were in no rush whatsoever, as if we were already tuned to each other’s essence and needs. With my tongue flat on Sharon’s shoulder, I lazily lapped it crosswise, across her collarbone to suckle the nape of her neck. Her flesh tasted of salt and body lotion, yet I could care less as it was HER body, her flesh… her skin I loved tasting.
“Ooooooooooooh,” gasped Sharon. “So long since I’ve been kissed like that.”
I curled my lips to feed off of her, cherishing that the fact that is was me who she said those words to, and no other man. With both hands beneath her shoulders, our flesh shifted together in slow, tranquil gestures of romantic infatuation.
“God, I can’t believe this.” She continued, squirming beneath me in repose. “I watched you grow up… watch you become a man.”
“Yeah.” I urged, gliding my tongue up to her ear. “Who would have ever known we’d end up like this?”
Sharon locked up in a series of shudders, jolting as if my words triggered something. I locked my arms in place as I lifted up to share another sensual kiss.
I could tell Sharon liked hearing me talk like that, so I pressed on.
“You were my dream girl all these years.” I confessed. “Watched you when you least suspected it.”
“Oooooooooh fucking shit.” Sharon cried out against my arm in one of those half cry-half screams before sinking her teeth into my bare skin.
By now, my cock was stinging to be inside her… I had been slowly motioning my hips all the while, dry humping her glossy thigh. But now, I knew she was ready for me to seal the deal at long last. If being inside this glorious voluptuous woman was half as wonderful as making out and touching her was, then I was in for a divine outcome. United together in a dominant kiss, I reached below to hook Sharon’s juicy thigh as I shifted my weight back… she knew exactly what my intent was and widened her legs for raw, unadulterated intercourse. With my cock in hand and her lips proudly on mine, I guided my flaming spear of life toward the mysterious, yet desired womb I had wondered about for nearly my entire life. I shivered, reminding myself just how unimaginable this moment was, and how far I had come since staring at Sharon with sexual eyes when I was 13.
That brief, heated instant right before a man sinks his cock inside his woman has to be the most defining event in a man’s life. Lust or greed drives most men; I was driven by pure need. This wasn’t something I just wanted to “tag” or “bag”. Conquering Sharon sexually, the mother of my deceased best friend, would culminate a lifelong ambition… on this night, with my motions and efforts, I would do all I could to show Sharon just what she meant to me, and how much I wanted her for all time.
“Oh Chris.” Whispered Sharon as I felt the radiating heat from her pussy bathe my cock.