Feeling my cock wedge itself against the outer lips of her pussy, Sharon let out a long moan of utter surrender. Her hair splayed out across my chest and face, I loved every minute of it. I still held onto those heavy cheeks, digging my fingernails in an involuntary attempt to ensure that she didn’t leave me. Sharon arched her back, bringing her swaying breasts to my face as she positioned herself for a deeper penetration. With a throaty cry, Sharon dug her flesh in mine… slowly and deliciously she proceeded, relishing every throbbing inch of my penis tunnel deep inside her fertile womb. Sharon gulped as she heard my whimpers of anxiety.
“I’m inside you, Mother.” I whispered from deep between her plentiful breasts.
I felt the soft, velvety burrow of her pussy encircle my shaft. I reassured my actions by telling myself that I was born from here, giving in to Sharon’s curious role-play that I found myself enjoying more and more. Every nerve ending in my cock felt like thousands of tiny moist fingers dribbling across my shaft as it made it’s way back home to my “mother’s” warm loving womb.
“I’m home.” I yelped as Sharon kissed my head in self-assurance.
“As only a mother and son understand.” She professed.
“Yes.” I wailed in a half cry-moan.
With that, she gave in to gravity, falling atop me, impaling herself to her very core. She screamed her my name twice as I hurled my weight to hers… her face dropped to mine, letting my scalding breath douse her forehead. I tried to kiss her, but the powerful coupling drove the 38-year-old mad with blinding lust. Sharon flung her head back, thrashing her hair out across her back as she lifted herself up again, only to come crashing down upon me once more. Again, she did the same… and again, I met her with equal force and intensity. Countless strokes followed, and soon, we found our inborn, intuitive rhythm.
Sharon brought her fleshy legs up so that sexy ass could bob, thrash, and bounce more freely atop my groin. The outside security lights cast an orange hue to the room, vividly illuminating Sharon’s curvy physique. I met her slams with gusto, eagerly running my hands all over her bronzed flesh. She unearthed a powerful cadence to our mating ritual, sending me into the glorious depths of incestuous exhilaration.
“Fuck your mother, you hot stud.” Sharon chanted in my ear.
I replied with a heave, pulling her down by the small of her waist, united together in the time-honored struggle for life…
“You better make me pregnant, you fucking stud.” She vocalized over and over. “I didn’t raise you to marry or knock up anyone else.”
The concept of pure, raw incest sent me into frenzy. I commanded her flesh to bounce as fast as it could go, slapping up at her plump skin with my sweaty groin. Echoes of our mating ceremony resonated throughout our hotel room as I focused on planting my seed as deep as I could within my precious “mother”. The very place where I imagined I came from was about to receive my homecoming offer.
“You want to be a Daddy, don’t you, Christopher?” She begged in my ear.