Her voice had a slight, almost undetectable waver of it. Justin did as she said, pushing his hard erection against her soft butt. It felt incredible, even though admitting it to himself brought on a wave of guilt and shame.
God, this is so weird. How the hell did I end up here?
“Ooh,” said his mom. “Get ready, sweetie. We’ll both pull on 3.”
Justin pushed in a little closer, grinding his cock against his mom’s ass. She seemed to quiver slightly, tightening her thighs and buttocks. His hands ran across her stomach over the robe, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep from pawing at her breasts.
“One,” said his mom.
Justin’s hips pressed into her again, letting his cock mash into her in a lewd, undeniably horny manner. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a low, primal moan. He wanted more and hated himself for it.
“Two.” Her voice was quiet, shaky, and undeniably aroused. She arched her back slightly and Justin realized that her robe had fallen almost completely open. He let his hands slide up to her breasts and slowly humped against her from behind, too turned on to think about or judge himself for what he was doing. She had a perfect butt, and she seemed as eager to push it against him as he was to thrust into it.
“Three!” The word escaped his mother’s lips in a horny, breathless whisper. She pulled hard on the cabinet’s handle and Justin pulled hard against her. His bulge slipped into the gap between her thighs and he felt his mom squeeze her legs together in response.
The cabinet still didn’t open. His mom kept up the pretense of pulling on the handle for only a moment. Justin pushed forward against her and she had to put her hands on the countertop to steady herself. He hesitated for an instant, and then continued pumping into her.
I can’t stop! It feels too good!
She didn’t say anything, not even as Justin’s thrusting intensified. The silence, along with the still stuck cabinet, gave him all the pretense he needed. His hands roamed across his mom as his cock pushed against her hot, soft butt. She was still pushing back, responding to her son’s uncontrolled, horny assault.
It went on for a minute, if not longer. They were both getting sweaty, their bodies hot and in close contact. Justin’s mind was in a fog of lust, and his heart pounded against the inside of his chest. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his entire life, the tip of it wet with precum.
He was barely aware of what he was doing. His hands moved with a mind of their own, pulling his mother’s robe open until it slipped off her shoulders, falling first to her waist, and then the ground. Justin blinked, shocked by the result of his actions. His mom was still moving against him, her now naked butt pushing against the bulge in his sweatpants.
He ran his hands across her silky soft flesh, feeling a massive wave of shame sweep over him. What the hell had he just done? How was he going to explain any of it to her? He let one of his hands cup at the bottom of one of her breasts, feeling more embarrassed and confused than he ever had before in his life.