Ignoring my body’s need for a slight recovery time, I pushed Joel onto his back and I repositioned myself on top of him. Staring into his eyes with my legs on either side of his beautiful young body, I guided his cock inside me. I slid down on his rock hard cock while he stared up at my body. My hands behind my head, I rocked my hips back and forth and began fucking my son. Riding his cock while he stared up at my jiggling breasts, I moaned his name. He just stared up at me, admiring every inch of my mature body, making me feel as beautiful and desirable as I had when I was his age. I couldn’t believe how long it had taken me to see just how many positives there were to giving in to his constant advances, and it was even more surprising just how quickly all my reservations had disappeared once we began our forbidden, incestuous affair.
Joel soon snapped out of his breast-induced hypnosis and reached up to squeeze my breasts. Once he had hold of me, he started thrusting his hips upwards, matching the rhythm of me riding his cock. I placed my hands on his and leaned forward, lifting my butt up and off his body, letting him pound into me. I turned my head so he could kiss my neck and earlobe, and my hair spilled down over his face. Undeterred, he left it there and moved his hands from my tits and held my butt as he drove his cock upwards into my vagina. I put my weight into my arms and drove my body down onto his cock in time with his upthrusts. Our bodies made wet smacking sounds that filled the room each time we collided.
Thank God he’d cum earlier that day; Joel lasted incredibly well that night. Holding onto my butt, he sat up in the bed and pushed me down onto my back. He was now kneeling on the bed while I was at an angle on my back. My legs were up in the air and my head was on the bed, looking up past my breasts and up to my vagina, where my body finished and my son’s began. Without missing a beat, he resumed fucking me, my breasts bouncing close to my face each time he thrust his massive tool deep inside me. He held my thighs for balance with one hand, and used the other to rub my clit. It was almost too much sensation to handle, but fuck, I was never going to ask him to stop. I played with my tits for his benefit, squeezing my breasts and pinching and pulling at my nipples.
“So fucking good, Mum,” he grunted at me. I had to agree; it was very good sex, just like every other time we’d done it so far. I put my arms out, and without a word, he knew exactly what to do. He pulled me up and now we were both sitting on the bed, face to face. I crossed my legs behind him and held his shoulders while he shifted his legs, making a kind of cradle for me to rock in. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his hands on my back as we stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.
I leaned in and kissed him, his stubble-beard still moist from my juices. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the taste of my vagina in that context. Anyway, I used my tongue to open his mouth and bring his tongue out to play again. Our tongues danced closely between our locked-open mouths and we mutually fucked each other in the sitting position we’d just stumbled into. My hips rocking, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me, kissing my very sexually talented son, completely forgetting the world around us. I could certainly get used to that.
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