“Yes!” Rose breathed, her hand on his forearm, squeezing it. “Push harder, honey, work your mother’s pussy.”
When Vince rolled to his side, she closed her legs, and crossed her ankles, pinning his hand between her legs. His cock was now resting on her thigh and Rose placed her hand on top of it, pushing it into her leg and sliding her palm up and down his length.
Vince’s thumb rotated on her clit, while he flexed his wrist, working his fingers in and out of her. Rose lay back on the pillow, moaning softly, her hips rocking into his fingers. She felt his cock pulsing against her leg, and his pre-cum oozing onto it.
She grabbed her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, then cried out in surprised pleasure when, with no hesitation, Vince lowered his head and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck!” She swore. “Someone’s done this before, haven’t they?”
Vince winked at her, that simple gesture causing her hips to buck hard into his fingers. God, for something that was supposed to be wrong it was so fucking hot! Hot enough that Rose’s thighs were already trembling and her legs straightening.
“Just like that,” she whispered. “Make mama come, Vince, then you can lay back and I’ll take good care of you.”
Vince moaned around her nipple when she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis. His thumb pressed harder into her clit, and he surprised her again, by pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt.
As wet as she was, having three fingers inside bordered on uncomfortable for the first few seconds, but the fact he’d done it, and the way his tongue swirled around her attention starved tit, more than made up for it.
“Honey, you’re being so good to me,” she purred. “I’m going to make you cum so hard!”
“Get what you give, right mom?” he asked around her nipple, flashing her a sly smile that had her hips thrusting faster into his fingers.
It also had her wondering if he’d thought of her before because he seemed way too comfortable with her body, and what they were doing.
Then again, wasn’t she, and she’d never had a sexual thought about her son until tonight. Somewhere in her mind, Rose wondered how she’d feel about this tomorrow morning, but right now all she was feeling was the impending explosion that had her toes curling, and her back arching.
She’d stopped playing with his cock and her hand now roamed across Vince’s upper body, rubbing his back, his shoulder, then down his arm. The feeling of hard muscle beneath his sweaty skin increased her already out of control lust.
When she slid her hand into his sweat dampened hair, and pushed on his head, forcing his face into her breast, Vince moaned, and his cock twitched against her leg. The two of them were acting like a drunken couple having a hot one-night stand, neither caring, at least in the heat of the moment, who they really were to each other.
“Oh fuck!” Rose cried out, pinching her nipple harder, as she dug her fingers into his short hair, and pushed harder, all but force feeding him her tit. “Oh, God, Vince you’re going to make me come!”