“Oh, Mother… ooooooooh, God yes.” I replied with breathless wonder.
“This means this is for life.” She continued.
I whimpered my agreement aloud, finding renewed vigor in my thrusts. She stopped, letting me control the action as I gladly did all I could to ensure my seed took root. My body, mind, and spirit became furiously fixed on one purpose. I prayed she had never felt a man so bent on pounding her like this. But then again, this was a relationship that was completely unique and powerfully loving. This was true love… how could it not be?
I threw Sharon off, hurling her upon her back as I fell atop her with my thick cock once again stabbing her. My frantic hands clutched those thighs, bringing her legs up beside my chest, inducing the most primal instincts inside her to come alive. Now I pounded her mercilessly as I used her feet as oars, just as if I were rowing a boat. My cock sank in as deep as I could, only to press my groin against her even more to lodge my cock toward her fertile garden that awaited my spawning seed. Sharon hissed and seethed, clinging to my back, bringing her mouth to my beefy shoulder. Like a wild beast, she sank her teeth into my flesh, biting me as each lunge shook her to the core. Sweat dribbled from my face to hers as our bed slammed against the wall. Briskly grabbing both her hands, I stretched her arms out to pin her down. Now I could see her in all our uncivilized magnificence. Perspiration soaked her hair as it lay across her brow… now I was really giving it to her, untamed and without care or regard. This was power fucking at its best.
Then, another erotic inspiration flashed in my mind, taking our relationship up a notch.
“I’m gonna… marry you.” I breathlessly chanted with each loving thrust.
“Oh FUCK yeah, Chris!! My GAWD yeeeeeesssss.” She replied, bolstering my resolve.
My head hung low just thinking about her in a beautiful wedding dress, pregnant or about to become pregnant. My God, to actually propose the idea at the height of raw sex, then to have her accept it without a trace of doubt. I still couldn’t believe my luck.
“The love of your life… mother of your child.” She chanted, digging her heels into my ass, assuring me that her will would not fray.
I think she knew her “boy” was close. She felt my body compress as every sense amplified… my cock began pulsating inside her fertile womb. My breathing, nearly as deafening as my cries, assured her of my impending gift. With every ounce of my being, I summoned my will to give my “mother” this one reward. Millions of tiny explosions raced throughout my mind as my seed began its momentous journey to my lover’s womb. I steadied myself upon my hands, sawing in and out of her pussy like a finely tuned piece of machinery. Her mouth was shaped like an “O” as it soon began to chant sweet nothings to me, as she knew I was desperately close.
“Gonna cumm… gonna…” I barely voiced as she began howling my name.
“Go deep, Christopher… please be deep.” She cried out.