There’s nothing like fucking your mother, Kyle thought. Nothing in all the whole, wide world like it.
Maddy couldn’t think at all. She was pure sensation — bliss, joy, passion, surrender — under the barrage of her son’s relentless pounding of her body.
Kyle felt the surge inside him coming. It was welling up inside him, and he wasn’t going to hold back. A week’s worth of cum was on its way.
This is for you, mom, he thought.
He erupted inside her, filling her with his seed. Thick spurt after thick spurt.
Maddy felt her body give way and she came too. Her body bucked uncontrollably against her son.
Kyle still was filling her but he wanted to see it. He pulled out and pointed his cock at his mom’s belly. Thick ropes of white cum spurted and splattered all over her — mostly on her belly but drops and splotches of it on her thighs and pussy, as well, and a sprinkling of it on her breasts as well.
Kyle pumped away at his cock with his hand to empty himself all over his mom. Her body spasmed and rocked with abandon while he did so, as her orgasm continued sweeping through her in waves.
They slowed down. Their bodies grew still and quiet together and they stared into each other’s eyes.
Maddy looked at the thick layer of white sloppy goo on her belly. She reached down and smeared it over her torso. Then she scooped as much of it as she could with two fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean with a loud smack.
Kyle reached out his hand. He swept it lovingly over his mom’s sweat-soaked, cum-spattered body.
“I think you’re going to have to take a shower,” Kyle said. “What would dad think if he found you with my cum all over you?”
“I’m not going to shower,” she said. “I’m going to bed like this, marked by you. It’ll dry on me and I can wash it off in the morning. Your dad’s too drunk to notice.”
Kyle sat down on the sofa and engulfed his mom in his arms. He held her, gently.
The air conditioner had been off for nearly an hour, and the summer heat had returned to the living room, but Maddy didn’t mind. She sat hot and sticky in her son’s arms, and she liked it. The heat had brought out a passion she’d never felt before, and she didn’t want to let go of it.
The flickering light from the television distracted them. Maddy and Kyle, mother and son, turned toward the screen at the same time. The show was over and the credits were rolling.
“I like that show,” Maddy said, clinging to Kyle’s neck and panting in his ear as she said it.
Kyle agreed. He couldn’t wait for the next episode.