And still her eyes did not leave his.
At last, it happened.
The young man closed his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a straining, choked cry as his cock started gushing it’s pearly white cream down her throat. She was careful to lap up every last drop of Mark’s cum.
She always swallowed for her son, but never did for her husband.
By the time he had pulled his head back down and gotten his eyes open again, she was slurping down the last few morsels and grinning up at him with a gleam in her eye.
“Mom . . .?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
Her smile only got bigger.
Strong hands took hold of her and hauled Lori back to her feet, but did not then release her. Instead, the woman was pulled quickly over to the bed and pushed unceremoniously down onto it, her panties disappearing in an instant.
Standing beside the bed, Mark could not resist taking just a moment to consider the naked woman lying before him.
Oh, he wasn’t blind to the fact that she wasn’t one of those plastic, airbrushed, liposuctioned, girls that the media tried to call the perfect woman, the kind who’d had so much plastic surgery that they weren’t biodegradable anymore, but then he didn’t actually see the point in drooling over a Barbie doll. No, it was his mother who was the perfect, the ideal woman in his eyes – a position she’d held ever since the day he was born.
A real woman, especially this particular woman, would always outclass and outdistance any of those imposters!
She smiled up at him. “So,” she ventured softly, teasingly, “how long are you going to keep me waiting for?”
He leaned over her so that he could kiss those invitingly soft lips lingeringly, then was away again so that he could rip the last of his clothes off and be as naked as she.
With that, her waiting was over.
Returning to the bed, he did not hesitate to reclaim his forbidden lover, lifting her legs up into the air and holding them to his chest as his hips thrust forward, stabbing the full length of his once more hard cock all the way into her aroused, swampy cunt.
She almost levitated off the bed as he penetrated her so suddenly and so deeply, letting out a cry of utter joy.
Clawing at the bed spread with both hands, her back arching again under the onslaught, she was rocking in an effort to meet each and every one of his thrusts. He was actually pretty close to his father in size and shape, but somehow or other he always seemed to be able to reach places that Joel didn’t even know existed, to make her feel things that she had only read about in romance novels before letting the teenager into her bed.
As good as it felt though, she was so happy when he slowed down for a moment so that he could pull apart to either side, keeping them as far from each other as possible as he lowered them to the bed at last. He leaned forward over her then, supporting himself with one arm while his free hand took possession of one of her breasts.
Not only was this a more comfortable position to be put in, not only did it afford her a better view of her handsome young lover, not only did it allow his to use his hands to tease and titillate her, it also gave Mark the chance to pound himself into her even harder and faster.