I sighed, welcoming her lush body back in the arms of the man she just confessed to loving. Slightly confused by the mother/son reference, I was by this point, careless about what she said, as long as she said she loved me, nothing else mattered.
“I just needed time, baby.” She said as we kissed each other in hurried gestures of happy affection. “I needed to make sure I was the woman you deserved.”
“You are, Sharon.” I lovingly replied. “You’re all I want in life. I want to be with you.”
Sharon let out a long sigh, as if a lifetime of joy had suddenly been bestowed upon her. I put my arms around the small of her waist, and picked her up, twirling her around in pure bliss. I loved this woman, and wanted her no matter what agony or pain I had to endure. In showing her my gratitude, I pressed my mouth to hers in a suggestive, forceful way, running my hands through her (now) golden tresses.
“Do you want me?” she bid in her primal guttural tone in my ear.
“God yes.” I sighed in aroused relief.
“Say it,” she replied with a long deep kiss. “Tell me you want to make love to your mother.”
“I want to make love to my mother.” I effortlessly voiced, caressing her jaw, running my open palms back around her head for another kiss.
Sharon shuddered, almost losing her footing right there in my embrace. She growled “Oooooooooooooooh God.” with a long sensual gasp before kissing her mouth to mine once more.
“Right here?” she begged.
“Anywhere for you.” I breathlessly confessed.
Taking my hand in hers, Sharon led me to some nearby underbrush a few feet away. Knowing that I would finally be inside her again made my heart soar beyond all known reality, back inside the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn’t believe the prowess Sharon was exhibiting. Here she was, guiding a young man to the woods to just to fuck, plain and simple. It seemed so appropriate to do since I felt so daring and primitive when I thought about making love to her, so it seemed ideal to take Sharon in the open air. Walking in front of me, Sharon gave me a remarkable view of her full backside, all tight and snug in a black miniskirt she had on. It was the same big ripened ass I had gazed at for so many years, now sheared in that tight fabric, something more risqué than her usual ultra-conservative attire. I had to admire the chock-full, spherical shape of those cheeks. Not flat or boring like some women her age, still full of vigor and promise.
? Reaching a small clearing inside the underbrush, Sharon turned to me as our fingers forcefully tangled together. It felt wonderful to finally be in her proximity at long last… to finally see her eyes once more, to relish her sensual intensity. She brought out so much within… a deeper sense of being, a higher purpose in intimacy. With Sharon, there was more to it than just saying I bagged her. I wanted to somehow mark her forever, to make her all mine. I wanted to do something to her to make sure she would be mine permanently.
Tightening her grip on mine, Sharon bit her lower lip as a sly grin graced her face.