Jonjo’s hips forced his cock into his mother’s pussy again. How often, in his bed in the dormitory, over the last few months, had he imagined doing this; a picture of her grasped in his other hand as he masturbated? His pounding increased; the pressure building in his sack and shaft as he felt his climax drawing closer. Pushing himself upright, he watched his mother writhe beneath him, her tits bouncing back and forth as he increased momentum and shagged her aggressively. She was staring at him with unseeing eyes, her hands gripping her thighs as she dragged her legs up and wide. And then her mouth opened, and her head flew backwards, flattening the pillows with its pressure as she began to screech. Her face, neck and upper torso flushed as she climaxed, straining to extract every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm that now consumed her, and which was intensified as she felt her son’s cock jerk inside her passage before unleashing a torrent of spunk into her hot, sloppy cunt.
Their bodies were covered in sweat as Jonjo rolled them so that she now lay atop his heaving body, his flaccid shaft slipping from her pussy and covered in her juices. With her ear pressed against his moist skin, she could hear his heart pounding in his chest.
Caroline felt strange. Normally, while the sex she had with whoever she chose, left her satisfied, it was never earth-shattering. For the first time in her life, she felt fulfilled. Her son’s breathing had slowed, as had his heartbeat, his hand softly stroking her hair. She had questions she wanted to ask, but perhaps now wasn’t the time, amazed as she felt his cock start to thicken against her stomach. Surely, he couldn’t be ready again this quickly?
His hands slid down her spine before caressing her buttocks. He exerted pressure, pushing her down against his rapidly expanding shaft, before pulling her upwards so that her face was level with his and his cock now pressed against her mound.
Jonjo just stared for a moment, and then kissed her. It was all it took for Caroline’s arousal to kick in once more. She inched up his body, allowing his cock to spring free, and then moved lower, his knob now rubbing against her pussy lips. She had no way of restraining the growl that crept from her throat, her fanny already demanding to be filled once more. Pushing herself upright and straddling his hips, she slid backwards, her twat expanding as her son’s throbbing cock filled her passage.
He watched as his mother bounced up and down on his shaft; the movement of her tits synchronised with her motion. They seemed to be crying out for attention as he cupped each one, squashing the flesh firmly and making them bulge, the darker nipples standing proud from the centre of each orb. Raising his head, he sucked on each in turn before nipping them between his teeth.
Almost continuously, she moaned and gasped, her arousal spiralling out of control. She was growing tired, appreciative when Jonjo grasped her buttocks and held her aloft as his hips rose and he pounded her minge, his stamina seeming limitless. Caroline closed her eyes and saw stars spinning behind them. Her mouth was hanging open again as she gulped in oxygen. The climax had taken her by surprise, sensations suddenly flooding her body as nerve endings went into overdrive, and blasted signals into her brain.