“Don’t worry, you can have him whenever you want. After all it’s all thanks to you that I have him in the first place.” Charlotte reassured her friend though still breathless. “But right now, I want that cock in me, so you can swap and find out just how skilled my son is with his tongue”
“That does sound like a good deal to me, I saw you made your mom squirt. Think you can give me a repeat performance.” Violet flashed a sultry smile at Michael that would make men melt at her feet.
“How ’bout you get that sexy ass over here and find out for yourself” Michael said, finding his confidence.
“Oooh, yes Master” Violet said, not even half-jokingly. Thankfully Violet was short enough that when sat on Michaels face, he could reach up to paw at her tits and squeeze her nipples. Pulling a shrill of delight from deep within her.
While Michael set to work on Violet’s smooth pussy, his mother got into position in classic cowgirl ready to finally impale herself on her son’s rod. A very miniscule part of her was sad she could look him in the eyes as it happened. However, deep down she knew that if given the chance she wouldn’t change how it happened for the world. She loved her son and she loved Violet. It became suddenly clear to her that she had all she needed in life right in front of her, and below her. As she slowly lowered herself onto her sons cock she felt a tear fall down her cheek. “Violet, could you turn around for me?” she asked, her voice shaking.
Hearing the quiver in her best friend’s voice was the only think that made Violet remove herself from Michaels tongue, but even then, only to turn to face Charlotte. As soon as Violet was settled back on Michaels face she saw Charlotte’s face, teary eyed and on the verge of openly weeping. Before she could say a word, Charlotte pulled Violet close and kissed her. It was a kiss that spoke of many things, things that may never be said aloud. When Violet kissed back it wasn’t just a kiss, it was an answer to an unasked question.
The kiss was broken as Violet screamed her climax, and indeed squirting her hot nectar for Michael. Charlotte, spurred on by Violets cry of ecstasy, began to roll her hips feeling her son’s hot, rock hard staff plunder her. Charlotte raised herself on her knees allowing Michael some room to pound into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together, Violets moans as Michaels continued to pleasure her and Michaels occasional grunt filled the house.
“Oh Michael, I’m gonna cum so hard baby. Oh please. Don’t. Stop. Fucking. Meeee” Charlotte cried out as she leaned onto Violet and felt her legs shake like she’d just been tasered.
“Oh god Mom, I love you!” Michael’s voice dampened by Violet’s undulating hips cried out as he came inside his mother.
The two girls slunk into relaxed positions on either side of Michael, each resting their head on his chest. He placed a hand on each of their backs where he began to trace imaginary lines with his fingers.
“So, Michael how would you feel about Violet moving in with us?” Charlotte asked after catching her breath.