I lay there panting, unwilling to release my grip on Jason. He was staring into my eyes with a burning hunger. He was going to fuck me. And I was going to let him. I had wanted this for so long, how would I not? Jason moved up and I released my arms and legs. I reached for the waistband of my nylons and thong to remove them but my son had other ideas. He tore open my hose and yanked my lacy thong to the side. His cock was in me before I could raise a protest about him ruining my expensive pantyhose. I shrieked as his steel hard cock filled me and then I didn’t give a damn about anything. If the price to have my son fuck me was a torn pair of $50 Wolford’s, I’d gladly pay it.
Neither of us moved for those first few seconds that our bodies were joined. I think we were both in shock at what we were doing. Until the moment he impaled me with his stiff prick, all that we’d done could have been passed off as drunken hijinks. Not anymore. We’d crossed the line into SERIOUS taboo territory and there was no going back. I didn’t want to go back and hopefully neither did Jason.
I mentioned before there was nothing like the feeling of being filled by a nice big, thick, hard cock and I stand by that statement. The toy I’d purchased to replicate that feeling did a good job but it pales in comparison to the real thing; the heat and firmness of a throbbing, fully erect cock, buried to the hilt in my pussy could not be duplicated by cold silicone. And the fact that this throbbing cock was attached to my son made it all the better. I can’t explain it except for saying he fit me perfectly, like pieces of a precision jigsaw puzzle. But I didn’t just want him to lay there with his beautiful cock inside me.
“Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me,” there was utter desperation in my voice.
To his credit, Jason didn’t hesitate and withdrew his cock until just the head remained in my clenching hole then had drove it home again…and again…and again. And after roughly a dozen strokes I exploded in orgasm for the second time.
“OH baby I’m cumming…I’m cumming for you…I’m cumming…” I was trying to be quiet but I don’t know how successful I was at it.
Jason kept pumping away with me bucking and thrashing under him. One of his hands supported his body while the other alternately squeezed my breasts and twisted and rolled my aching nipples. He was good at pleasing his mother, that’s for sure. I had come down from that latest high but was well on my way to orgasm number three. Jason was huffing and puffing and I could tell by the urgency of his thrusts that he was close too. Then he made a loud gasp followed by several savage lunges.
“MOM, I’M CUMMING! Oh FUCK I’m cumming!”
I wanted to praise him or encourage him but when that first geyser of his hot seed sprayed inside me, all I could manage was a pathetic squeak because it set off my third orgasm of the evening and it was intense. My eyes rolled back in my head and I saw stars. Jason kept driving into me, grunting like and animal. I wanted to hold on but my limbs felt like Jell-O and weren’t responding to my commands. Jason briefly collapsed on top of my quivering body, gulping down air. When I was able to move again, I reflexively clamped my legs back around his waist. I didn’t want him to pull out because he felt so good inside me. His cock continued to twitch in my pussy causing it to contract in response but I could feel him shrinking. I reluctantly released him and Jason rolled onto his back beside me.