Without a moment’s hesitation, he climbed on top of me and effortlessly guided himself back inside me. The sensation of my son sliding his rock hard cock into my wet opening was incredible. So much smoother, and infinitely more pleasurable than the last time he was inside me. The feeling of my own son entering me felt so natural and beautiful, disgusted feelings and horrified thoughts didn’t even get a chance to form in my mind. I could feel every beat of his heart through his cock as he started to slowly slide in and out of me, our eyes fixed on each other’s as mother and son made love for the first time.
He leaned down as I reached up to kiss him and wrap my arms and legs around his torso. With that, he slid even deeper into my vagina, and I took him all the way to the hilt. Our mouths locked in an open-mouthed kiss and our tongues resumed their frantic, wet dance. He thrust faster and faster inside me and I met his thrusts with my own, driving my hips forward to meet his dick. His hands found their way back to my chest, and with each thrust Joel squeezed my breasts.
We stayed that way – my legs and arms wrapped around his naked body, him squeezing my breasts as we made love with mutual thrusting and a never-ending tongue kiss – for about five minutes before Joel’s breathing changed, becoming more rapid and shallow. I’d had sex enough times to know what was happening next.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I stared into my son’s eyes and told him, “Cum inside me, baby.”
“Oooh fuck,” was his reply as he squeezed my breasts harder, like he was hanging onto them for dear life.
I could tell he was trying to hold back from cumming. Maybe he was afraid of getting me pregnant – a fair risk considering I hadn’t yet gone through menopause, but I still took the pill religiously even though my more rational brain told me there wasn’t any point anymore with how rare it is for Mark and I to make love. Or maybe Joel was simply trying to last as long as possible for me since it was our first time, but I honestly didn’t care. After those two amazing orgasms I’d already had, I wasn’t exactly looking for a third. All I wanted at that moment was for him to have an orgasm that would hopefully rival one of mine. “Don’t worry, baby, just cum inside me,” I implored him breathlessly as he picked up his thrusting pace.
After that, it wasn’t long at all before he grunted “Mum, gonna- gonna cum.”
“Do it, baby, just cum inside me,” I begged.
A volcano of wet heat exploded inside me as Joel spasmed and groaned and thrust his cum into me just like his father had done 25 years ago when we made him. His whole body shook in an orgasm that must’ve lasted close to a minute. He squeezed my breasts harder than they’d ever been squeezed before. His face was bright red and his eyes were wide open and glassy. Rope after sticky rope of my son’s semen burst from his cock and deep into my vagina. He’d just about filled me up when he eventually finished shooting. He collapsed onto my body, his head resting on my shoulder. I held my darling boy in my arms and stroked his head lovingly.
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