Rose’s eyes flew open, and she released a frustrated sigh. That was the third time she’d nodded off, and all three times she’d dreamt of her and Vince fucking. Like the last two times she awoke to her heart racing, her nipples erect and her clit aching.
How could she be this goddamn horny? She knew the answer, she wanted more. When sex was good, Rose always wanted more. There were weekends in their younger days they only left the bed to use the bathroom and eat.
Those days, Rose had felt as if she were drunk on sex, and every orgasm just made her crave another. She’d suck Brian hard again and again until when he came only a couple of drops would dribble out and he’d moan that his balls hurt.
She felt that way now. That orgasm was so good she wanted another. No, she was kidding herself, there was only one thing she really wanted right now.
Her son’s cock inside her.
She looked over at Vince. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady, but he’d fooled her before. Rose wiped at her sweaty face, their little taboo encounter had done nothing to cool down either the room or her body physically or sexually.
Vince was sweating as well, his face and chest beaded with perspiration. Damn, he looked sexy. Rose’s leg was against his and she felt the sweat between their legs and loved the feeling. But to be this sweaty they should have had the fun to earn it.
Fingering and a blow job weren’t that kind of sexy work out. Being this hot should be the result of some serious fucking. Rose’s gaze trailed down his chest to his crotch. There was a prominent bulge under the sheet, meaning even in his sleep he was close to hard.
Was he dreaming of her? When he’d been talking before, they went to sleep had he been hoping they’d fuck? Rose’s eyes lingered on the bulge. Before, she’d imagined he had a nice cock. Now that she knew it was a indeed a damn fine cock, she wanted it even more.
She looked at the clock. One thirty am, and she’d only dozed fitfully, her raunchy dreams waking her up, and leaving her too wound up to really sleep. Rose had never bothered putting her panties back on, and sliding her hand between her legs, touched her clit.
She moaned quietly as just that brief touch made her grind her hips into the bed. She took another look at the sheet over Vince, thinking that right next to her was exactly what she needed. What she’d been needing for a year now.
She’d already let him shove his fingers in her cunt, and she’d sucked him dry, was sex really going to make things any worse? One way to find out.
“Fuck it.” Rose said aloud, kicking the sheet off them.
She got off the bed and walking around to the foot of it, crawled up between Vince’s open legs. Remaining on her knees, she yanked his boxers down, causing his semi-hard cock to spring free. Even as Vince, who was asleep this time, grumbled in confusion, Rose lowered her head and sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Vince moaned. “Mom, I thought…”
“I thought it wasn’t fair, you didn’t get a chance to watch before.” Rose yanked his boxers further down his hips. “Get these fucking things off.” She hissed, stunned at the urgency in her voice.