Back at home, they never reached the bedrooms. Jonjo had begun getting undressed the minute the front door closed, and Caroline followed suit. On the leather couch, she raised and opened her legs, perching her bottom on the edge as he threw a cushion on the floor and knelt in front of her, rubbing his erection against her wet twat.
As he leaned forward to kiss her, his shaft slid into her well-used passage with ease. His hands, as she had quickly become accustomed to, went to her breasts, fondling her firm flesh and twisting and pulling at her nipples. He kept up a steady rhythm, fucking, and teasing her cunt as her arousal soared. In her present position, she could watch her son’s cock as it slid into her pussy and was then slowly withdrawn. The sight excited her, adding to the sensations his shaft elicited as it fucked her cunt.
Jonjo withdrew, his cock covered in his mother’s juices and the leftovers of what had been previously deposited inside her snatch. Forcing his throbbing erection downwards, he rubbed it against her puckered entrance, already wet with lubrication. She squealed as his knob disappeared up her back passage, a look of surprise on her face. When he began fucking her arse, Caroline’s hands went to her pussy, spreading her lips as fingers rubbed either side of her exposed clit. While Jonjo continued to sodomise her, she swapped from rubbing her clitoris to penetrating her cunt, three fingers roughly forcing her vagina open and then plunging into the wet sloppy internal flesh.
With her climax on the cusp, his cock was withdrawn from her arse as he moved her hand and plunged it into her cunt, fucking her as fast as she’d ever been shagged; his shaft expanding her pussy every few fractions of a second as he slammed it into her. There was an explosion in her genitals, the world swimming as the wave of pleasure flooded her body and rolled like a tsunami towards her brain.
Caroline went rigid for a second, her head pressing backwards as she thrust her tits and hips upwards, oblivion beckoning as her orgasm swept her away. As she drifted, she felt his cock empty itself inside her, her climax seeming to have no end while Jonjo continued to thrust into her cunt, and she hovered on the edge of darkness.
Normally, within a few hours, she would be feeling horny all over again, but after her third fucking inside a short period, all she wanted to do was rest.
The week off with Jonjo passed in a haze of eating, drinking, fucking, and sleeping. In a way, she was looking forward to returning to work because she was finding that her son’s libido was every bit as demanding as hers and that he wanted sex with her frequently. There was another reason she was glad to be going back, and that had been their conversation about Jonjo fucking another woman while she was in the house and knew what he was doing.
Caroline had an assistant, Dawn. She was either a couple of years older or perhaps younger; it was hard to tell. As far as she knew, the woman was married, but it was the number of times that Caroline had caught her gazing in her direction, the look on her face, one of longing. In the right circumstances, she may have made a play; but the office was full of men who she had used to fulfil her need when it arose.