He smiled, then took me by the hands and stood up. “Now stand up while I look at that amazing dress you’ve got on, sexy.”
I obliged him, telling him just how many people I saw checking me out in the short time I was waiting for a cab. He whistled when I stood up, and I felt his eyes running up and down my body, admiring me in a way that I now knew my husband never would again. “That good, huh?” I asked while blushing.
“And the makeup, and the heels, wow. You’re easily the most beautiful woman in the world.” He stepped close to me and placed his hands on my hips. “I fucking love you, Mum, inside and out.”
He kissed me with such passion, I stumbled backwards until my back was against the wall. I held him in my arms and let him suck my tongue while I felt his cock growing hard and starting to press into my stomach. He ran his hands down from my hips to the hem of my dress. I spread my legs slightly apart for him as he reached up and pulled down my g-string, letting it drop to my feet. He immediately dropped to his knees and bunched my dress up, pushing it up to my navel. I leaned against the wall for support while my son started licking me again. Up and down my outer labia, getting me used to the feel of his tongue and his stubble again, then focusing all his attention on my clit while he reached for my hands with his. We held hands while he pleasured me with his tongue just the way he knew I liked it: side-to-side, focusing on nothing but my clitoris. Either he was getting better, or I was really damn horny, but either way, I came in less than a minute. Of course, this orgasm was just as wonderful as every other orgasm my son had given me. I squeezed his hands hard enough to hurt him while riding the pleasure waves that he caused to radiate out from between my legs, twitching as the orgasmic spasms ran their course throughout my body.
“Fuck me, Joel. Mum needs you,” I pleaded. “I need you now, baby boy.” As Joel stood up, I turned around and faced the wall, and unzipped my dress. He slid it down my body just enough to show my bra, then pulled his pants down. He held my left hip in his hand and held his cock in his right hand while lining himself up with my wet, eager opening. We moaned in unison as, for the fifth time in four days, he slid his cock inside me. “You feel so good inside me, baby,” I moaned. “You know I like feeling my son’s big hard cock in me, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes, you do, Mum,” my son grunted as he started thrusting into me, grabbing at my breasts over my bra. “And your son loves the way you feel – your damn tight pussy, squeezing my cock…” I’ve never been a fan of the word “pussy”, but I moaned with agreement at his sentiment.
“I love how you fuck and cum in the same hole that you came from, darling,” I told him breathlessly, leaning against the wall for support while I pushed my lower half back towards his thrusting cock. We stayed in that position, panting and groaning without a thought about the outside world, for about five minutes before I could tell Joel was getting close to orgasm. Thinking it’d be selfish to make him cum inside me again, and considering I’d been rather lazy on the oral sex front, I told Joel to get on the bed.
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