It took me a few minutes before my tight pussy managed to engulf nearly all of it but I could only think of one thing as I bit down on my pillow. Luke’s cock had three more inches of length than this fucking can. As my orgasm approached I started getting more and more vocal:
“Ooh baby…Just like that. Just like that! This is so wrong but I need you to make me cum! I’m so close baby…hard, deep strokes! Mmm…just like that baby! You’re making mommy cum!!”
My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane. My pert ass involuntarily clenched tightly in the air before falling back down towards the bed. I was shocked and ashamed by how intense it was and the amount of time it lingered. I could still feel my abdominals spasm in time with the after effects of my orgasm.
“I have never cum like that before,” I thought to myself. “Has it come to this? Am I so hard up for dick that I have to resort to fantasizing about my son’s?”
Exhausted, I drifted off to a fitful sleep, the Red Bull still pressed between my inner thighs.
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I woke up the next morning to Miley Cyrus playing from my clock radio. The time was flashing 9:27. “What day is it?” I wondered to myself as I turn off Miley with a swat.
“Oh shit! It’s Saturday” I snapped myself awake. I’m supposed to meet my sister for Pilates at ten and I just overslept a half-hour. Normally, I would have changed at the gym but I don’t have time today. I quickly threw on my gym clothes and ran to the kitchen to get a quick bite to eat. I didn’t notice Luke eating cereal at the kitchen table but he definitely noticed me. As I stretched to reach for a breakfast bar from the top shelf, my son’s eyes locked onto my ass. I was wearing my favorite pair of sky blue yoga pants and a white, sleeveless top that fit me like a glove. He was admiring my muscular bottom.
Since the divorce, I’ve been in gym rat mode (mostly, to focus my rage since my ex left me for a 24-year-old pharmaceutical rep with fake tits). Pilates and cross training have been my therapist for the past five months. I’m in better shape now than when I was a college cheerleader.
As Luke stared at my ass with his mouth gaping, the first thing that he thought to himself was, “Damn! When did mom get the booty of Columbian swimsuit model?”
“Mom?”
I quickly turned…startled by his presence. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there hon.” As I turned towards him, I didn’t realize that Luke could easily make out my camel toe through my skintight yoga pants.
“That’s one hell of an outfit mom. I’m surprised that they let you wear it at the gym.”
“This is actually pretty tame compared to what some of the other women wear. You should see what your Aunt Lana wears. Usually, she would wear these tiny yoga shorts and a sports bra that barely contains her boobs. I’m actually surprised that she doesn’t get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“I just never realized how in shape you got since dad left. You normally wear clothes that don’t compliment your figure.”
“Thanks sweetie. People at the gym are shocked when I tell them I’m 40. They would always guess somewhere between the mid-twenties to early thirties. It’s probably because I have abs again.”