“Get the FUCK off of me now or you will REGRET IT!” she screamed again while still flailing about.
Looking down was a sight like no other. With every thrust she would throw her breast all around sloshing from side to side. I was still rock hard during the whole situation as her breast were bobbing against my leg during the entire encounter. Mounting her and pinning her down also added to the stimulation, but those tits were the main tease. She began forcing her knee into my back while arching her back, lifting us a few inches off the couch. After about 2 minutes of her tossing herself about, she was getting physically tired and was starting to breath heavily.
“I can’t believe this shit, you must have a death wish.” she whimpered as she was catching her breath.
I was contemplating what I was going to do with her as I had no real goal and acted on impulse. I finally looked at her eyes, which I tried to avoid as much as I could. They were normally hazel but looked black in the night. She was locked in a dead stare with me before I broke contact. Her eyebrows stayed crunched together looking mean, but she was still beautiful no matter what face she wore. Seeing her mouth sit open and panting deeply made my cock tingle, and I came up with what I wanted to do to her in that moment. Realizing I was already off the deep end and there was no going back, I decided I would get myself off by dry-humping against her. Looking at her tits bobble up and down with each breath, I slowly began to grind my hips against her stomach. Every part of her body was soft and sexy. If you had to, you could get off by humping against any part of her with relative ease.
“You can’t be serious. You are a sick and twisted pervert,” she said with a stern but low voice, still catching her breath.
Not parting my lips to speak to her even once, I continued humping her stomach. Regaining some strength, she arched her back pushing herself up into me, still attempting to throw me off of her. It felt amazing to have her squeezing herself against my cock while her tits rolled all around hitting my thigh and then bouncing back up almost hitting her chin. Avoiding her gaze and staring off at the wall, it only took me about three minutes of grinding against her warm, soft body before I felt the surge of the demon coming up from within me. I got more forceful and pushed into her stomach deeper and deeper with every thrust. I guess she realized I was almost done and she just turned her head towards the TV and sat completely still. I exploded in my own pants as I felt wave after wave of sperm shooting out and tingling my cock head.
“Oh shit,” I gasped lightly.
The sensation was so good that I was actually left jerking back and forth on top of her. It was much more pleasurable than masturbating but the feeling didn’t even last for a good ten seconds as the overwhelming feeling of guilt, fear, and just plain disgust at what I was doing fought it off quickly. The folds in my pants trapped my sperm in one section causing a bigger amount than normal to seep through onto her stomach as it had nowhere else to go. Wiggling out the last bit of tingles, I slumped over her slightly catching my breath. I heard a strange sort of coughing sound which caused me to look at her face. When I did, I felt something wet hit me right on the nose. She had spit on me and had such a look of disgust that it actually hurt my heart to see it coming from my own mother, even though I deserved it.