As we calmed down alittle, I felt his warm hands run from my thighs where he had been controlling me up to my ribcage, then he moved to my heaving tits. He cupped them both and gently squeezed and fondled them. Then he rolled my nipples between his fingers and fed them lovingly to his mouth. He presented his sticky digits to my lips for me to suckle and lick the cum from them.
My limp carcass collapsed on top of him, forming a sweating, heaving mass of sexuality. I heard him chuckle abit and could perceive his belly shake, but I was still too embarrassed to meet his gaze and ask what amused him. “This feels so good, Mom. You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting the urge to rip your clothes off and rape you. I thought you would think I was perverted or crazy.” As he spoke, one hand started a smooth progression down my spine to playfully grab and spank a soft rhythm on my ass. I squirmed in delight, moaning and kissing his chest and neck, but never mentioning my own thoughts on the subject. But I guided my hand to his loins and corralled his sleek, rigid cock. Assuring him in no uncertain terms that I was his for the taking.
His hand continued to roam and I let him. My legs parted subtly but obviously, allowing his fingers to tickle the forbidden, puckered opening of my backside. I laid still, gripping his shoulders and tonguing his nipples. But my ass shimmied enough to give him the information and present the invitation that he could explore me at his leisure. It was time to gather my courage and acknowledge it. I looked up at his brilliant blue eyes and softly kissed and bit at his full lips. I eased back up to a sitting position, feeding his sturdy rod into my waiting pussy. With his fingers working steadily inside my ass, he plunged his gigantic cock far further into my steamy cunt.
I bucked and jumped. Moaning like a whore. Calling for A.J. to fuck me and use me in any way he pleased. I screamed that I was his. “Take me A.J. Fuck me deeper. I want you inside me. Fuck my cunt, my mouth and my ass. I want to taste you and feel you forever. Don’t be shy with me. I belong to you now.”
This was finally happening and I wanted him to be sure that he understood. I would be his total and absolute slave. I gave myself to my son. There was nothing more I wanted and I was so thrilled to see the big grin spread across his face after he blasted another tremendous load of his hot seed against the welcoming walls of my vagina. He answered me with a litany of sexy, lewd ideas of how he intended to use my body. And I was fine with all of them.
His head settled back on the pillow, his body for the moment, spent. My quivering subsided and my trembling arms propped on his chest for support. A stillness hung over the room. I was sated and exhausted. And I discerned a quizzical look behind his contented smile.
“Mom, I don’t get it, how did you know?”
“Because I’m your mother.”
THE END.