Perhaps it was the fact that he was getting a post-orgasmic blowjob from his own mother. It could have been his youth. Maybe it’s just because I have a lot of experience getting men hard for Round Two. Whatever the case his boner was soon a thick, hard mass in my hands again.
Then I dropped beside him on the bed and spread my legs, fingertips circling my rosy little clit. He didn’t need to be told, thankfully; I think I might have screamed in frustration if he’d objected again. Instead he was kneeling between my legs, his muscled chest inches from my heaving tits. I didn’t look down. I stared him in the eyes as I grabbed his cock and aimed it to where I needed it to go.
My labia spread for him like I’d always been expecting that moment. He tried to go slowly but I wrapped my legs around his backside and pulled him in, sinking with a very wet squelch until he was seated in me to the hilt.
I could hardly breathe. The implications of the moment hit me all at once at exactly the same time that the head of his cock bumped against my cervix. I think the shock, perhaps the fear, showed on my face because he leant down and kissed me.
That was the hottest, most intense kiss I’d had in decades. It lasted a long time and it didn’t stop when he started moving in me, his back arching, hips shifting as he fucked me with long, deliberate strokes. At first he was gentle, slow, but as I whimpered encouragements to him – without words, considering he still had his tongue in my mouth – he began to really fuck me properly.
They were powerful, deep motions that churned my already sticky cunt into a literal froth. I’ve always been a hot, wet lay, but what my boy was doing to me… What we were doing together… Even if he hadn’t felt the gush as I came, screaming into the kiss, he’d have heard the wet smacking as my juices came out in a flood. My fingers tightened around the muscular globes of his arse and I heard him hiss as my nails drew blood.
I didn’t care. I could care later. Right then I needed to have my brains fucked out.
And boy, did my son oblige!
Teagan got a glimpse – though only a glimpse – of some of the stuff I’m into during that intense sex. He kissed my skin; I bit his. The harder he ploughed me, the harder I wanted it. He moved his hand to my shoulder; I repositioned it around my throat. The harder he squeezed, the harder I bucked against him. It got so intense I very nearly passed out before finally tapping his hand to get him to back off.
I could feel my cunt aching beautifully as he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Immediately I got onto all fours and presented him with his new target. I didn’t bother with dirty talk – I’m actually not very good at it, despite my experience with sex in general – but he soon had me moaning and then screaming into his pillows as he fucked another orgasm out of my pussy, and then another. I was making a mess of his sheets and neither of us cared in the slightest.
This is why I keep a bottle of water beside my bed.
I shuddered and actually came again – a much smaller orgasm but still pretty damn good – when he grabbed a handful of my brown hair and pulled me back onto his dick, spearing me as deep as he could. I felt his balls hit my clit with the force of the entry; I moaned in pure pleasure as he forced two fingers up my arse. I simply let him have me, let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. He’d earned it.