Caroline let out a loud whimpering moan, her hips pressing her pussy against her son’s hand. There was a burst of sensations as he touched her genitals; a sudden relief at his first contact, and then an urgent desire for him to explore more. She knew she was wet, her arousal already heading towards its peak. The groan this time was louder and more intense as he parted her labia and gently stroked her vagina, her hips rising from the bed as her pussy demanded that it be penetrated.
Jonjo’s finger was slick with her secretions, his mother’s legs opening wider as he teased her twat. He knew what she wanted but was keeping her on the edge as his finger slid up and down her slit and rubbed softly at her clit.
When her son’s hand moved away from her pussy, Caroline was about to complain. But when his body began sliding down the bed, she realised what he was about to do. She settled onto her back, brought her legs up, and opened them wide.
His nostrils picked up the scent of her musk, surprised that it made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her, but for the moment, did no more than part her pussy lips, and pursing his lips, blew on her moist internal flesh. It both teased and tickled, Caroline moaning softly. The anticipation was killing her; she wanted his mouth pressed against her vagina.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably when his tongue finally slid across her pink sensitive flesh; a rush of pleasure sensations flew through her body. And then she was crying out loud; his tongue had just penetrated her pussy.
‘Jonjo? Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, my fucking God. Yes, just there, yes, yes, yessssss!’
Caroline had waited so long for this to happen that she found herself unable to suppress the orgasm that suddenly crept up on her. She clamped his head between her thighs as the surge of powerful emotions and passions blasted through her system. Muscles in her vagina and stomach contracted, forcing the sensations to override her brain as she tried to thrash, her lower torso held firmly in her son’s hands. He continued to suck and lick at her clit, prolonging her climax as she continued to shake.
God! She felt good, her breathing starting to slow and her body beginning to relax. Suddenly, she felt him move and then his knob pressed against her pussy. Caroline’s fanny expanded as first his bulbous head, and then his shaft slid into her passage. Instantly, her arousal soared again. Ever since his return, despite her dilemma, this was the moment she had been waiting for. She gripped his buttocks fiercely, dragging as much of him inside her as she could manage, and then let out a blood-curdling scream.
With each thrust, she tried to grip him with her vaginal muscles, holding him in place for scant seconds before he withdrew and thrust forward once more. When he lowered his head and took each of her nipples in turn, into his mouth, sucking and licking at the engorged teats, she wailed, wrapping her legs around his waist so that her pussy opened wider for him. At that moment, it mattered little to her that the person fucking her, the person who was giving her so much pleasure, was her son.