Caroline could not believe what he was doing; the moment their lips met; she indulged herself in the kiss, her arms around his neck as her mouth worked against his, and the dampness down below began to appear. When his hand slipped inside her robe and cupped her right breast, her legs turned to jelly. Her arousal was now making her feel light-headed, especially when his hands cupped both of her tits and pinched her already erect nipples.
Her mound was trying to press against him, desperate to feel his hopeful erection pushing back. But he kept his lower torso away from her gyrating hips, before sliding one hand down over her belly and then curving it between her legs. If it hadn’t been for their mouths still being firmly locked together, Caroline would have screamed the house down when she felt him part her pussy lips, and then his two fingers enter her cunt.
She had to break the kiss because she needed to breathe. Wild-eyed and close to pleading, she could do nothing but mumble incoherently as her son finger-fucked her, his hand over her mouth kept her vocal exclamations to a low level as her body shook and he helped steady her in position. When his hand moved, to be replaced by his lips once more, his arm went around her waist, keeping her upright as his fingers rapidly pummelled her twat.
There was going to be a damp patch on the carpet by the door. Caroline’s pussy was leaking juices at a phenomenal rate as the sloppy noise of wet flesh coming together, resounded in the room.
She wanted to tell him to stop, not because she wasn’t enjoying the sensations that rushed through her body. Caroline wanted him to stop so that she could tell him what she desired the most, to have him fuck her. Unfortunately, his administration’s had brought her to a point where all that currently mattered was her release.
It was prudent that Jonjo was supporting her because her legs were failing, and without him, she would have slumped to the floor. She broke away from his mouth again, unable to kiss, and pant rapidly at the same time. When his fingers found her clit and massaged it, the dam broke as she emitted a prolonged wail, her hips working back and forward against his hand as though it was fucking her.
Her eyes rolled up into her head, her back banging against the door as she shook. Caroline had no control over her body anymore; the rush of pleasure signals to her brain blotted out everything else as she convulsed as though having a seizure. For a moment, she blacked out, unable to process the overwhelming intense burst of erotic pleasure. When she eventually regained her senses, she was half-sitting, and half-laying on her bed. Her robe was open, and she knew Jonjo was looking at her. Suddenly he moved closer, kissed her cheek, and then swiftly disappeared from her room.
She was stunned. Despite her release, her pussy was demanding sex.
‘What was her son playing at?’ She wondered.
Twice now he had touched her vagina and made her orgasm; surely, he knew that she needed more than that. She hadn’t stopped him on either occasion, which had to tell him something about what she may desire.