I felt a ridiculous sense of pride. My beautiful son was no dud lay. He was a choice piece of cock. I think that was the moment I knew this wasn’t going to be our last romp. Not if I had anything to say about it, anyway.
It still surprised me, though, when he came inside me. I felt it approaching, felt his nuts tighten, his arms tense, his body tremble. I heard the growing growl in his throat, one of the sexiest noises any man can make, and I knew what was next. But I expected him to pull back, splash across my butt, my spine, even flip me over and aim for my tits or my face.
Nope. He let out something awfully like a roar, buried himself as deep in me as he could and then he was pumping ropes of stringy cum deep into my waiting, desperate pussy.
We lay there, my rounded body pinned beneath his chiselled one, panting desperately, our skin flushed, as his cock slid from me. I could feel his seed leak down over my clit on its way to meet the squalid mess of pussy juices I’d left in a massive puddle on the bed.
“That… Was…” I tried to summon some kind of appropriate words, something that would do the moment justice but all I could come up with was, “Fucking. Awesome.”
Teagan didn’t say anything. He twisted his hand, which was still holding a large fistful of my hair, and kissed me hard when my lips came in range. Eventually I twisted over and lay on my back, pulling him back down onto me, dragging the sheet over us both and shutting out the world.
“Fucking awesome,” I repeated. The head of his cock rested at the cum-drooling entrance of my sex, both of them sensitive beyond description. We both winced at the contact, then laughed, then kissed again. And then some more.
“Mum,” Teagan began in his Serious Voice, “what about Dad?”
I shook my head, adopting my own Serious Voice, mirroring his no-nonsense, frowning countenance (I love that word – countenance).
“No, he’s not into guys, sorry.”
“No! No, Mum,” he protested, trying not to laugh. “I mean what about him not coming home last night?”
“Oh, that.” I shrugged. “He probably spent the night fucking his secretary. No, it’s okay,” I tried to explain, as I saw his face cloud darkly, “he can fuck whoever he likes. We’ve always been that way. Cora and I both fucked him last week.”
There was a long pause as Teagan took this in, digested the news that his mother was a swinging hotwife slut.
“Um. Like, at the same time?”
“Yep, uh-huh. I mean, do you want the details, or..?”
“No, God no,” he protested, so quickly that I laughed. Then I shifted and then I squelched. That brought on a fit of giggles that made him laugh and then I laughed more and it kind of went on in a post-coital feedback loop until I kissed him again.
“You know, I wasn’t banking on you finishing inside me,” I admitted. “I’m not so old that you couldn’t get me pregnant.” His eyes went wide – he obviously hadn’t considered that. “Good thing I’m on the pill,” I added, letting him off that hook a lot sooner than I’d meant to.
We didn’t speak for a while. We didn’t even kiss. We just looked at once another, from close range, in complete wonder.