His mom slipped against the counter and knocked a coffee cup to the floor. It didn’t shatter, but the sound of it landing gave Justin a reality check. He blinked, coming back to the moment and feeling almost too ashamed to continue. He hesitated at the end of a thrust, and his mom immediately took charge.
She pushed him back slightly and turned around, giving him a clear view of her naked body for the first time. She was perfect, and practically flaunted her trim waist, big breasts, and the sultry, seductive look in her eyes. She was also smiling at him gently, a smile that told him to go ahead, that it was okay, even though the two of them were veering off the beaten path into something scary and new.
With a single crook of her finger, his mother invited him back into her. She hopped up on the counter, putting her at the perfect level for her son to fuck her from the front. She guided Justin’s cock into her, helping him along with the next step into incestual depravity, like a good mother should.
He was close, and because of that, he started slowly, with smooth, loving thrusts. His mother kissed him on the neck, and then the cheek, and then the lips. Justin flicked his tongue out to meet hers, tasting the sweet nectar of her kiss, and continued to fuck her slowly on the counter.
Justin kissed the nape of her neck and then her nipple. He sucked gently on one of them, letting his tongue draw hot, wet patterns across it. His mom moaned and wrapped her legs around him, locking him into the embrace.
“Justin,” she whispered. He responded with a hard thrust and felt his newly found control vanish in a puff of arousal and lust.
Justin pulled his mom off the counter and held her in his arms like a sex doll, thrusting up into her with every inch of his cock. She was a petite woman, and he felt a shiver go through her as he handled her with his strong, muscular arms. It was primal and base, like a caveman taking an attractive mate through physical strength and domination.
Can we really be doing this? Can it really feel this good?
Justin lowered her down to the kitchen floor. He needed to finish the job. He needed to wreck her pussy, to fuck her in a way that expressed every facet of the strange, conflicting emotions he was feeling at the moment.
“Mom!” Justin began to thrust into her, fast and hard. The kitchen floor was cold, and his mom’s body was a furnace in comparison. He slammed into her, letting his cock prod and probe.
“Sweetheart!” His mom’s chest heaved up and down, and her breasts jiggled in delightful little circles. She ran a hand through his hair, and Justin fucked her even faster.
Their bodies slapped together, creating an illicit rhythm as their flesh met and parted. Justin realized he was moaning through gritted teeth. His mom was moaning too, each one slightly higher in pitch than the last. He could sense her orgasm approaching, and realized that he was right there with her.
Both of them let out an unintelligible shout of ecstasy as they reached their limit and shared in each other’s orgasms. Justin’s cock seized with pleasure, blasting his hot, sticky seed deep inside his mother’s pussy. Her cunt clenched around the base of his erection, sucking it in and holding it tight, as if it was trying to play for keeps.