“You’re fucking me..” I moaned. David responded by thrusting harder, faster. “You’re fucking me!” I cried. He kept going. I now had use of my hands and I wrapped them around his body. His whole back was covered in sweat. I realized that I was too as I become aware of the feeling of my sweat-soaked, naked skin sliding on the leather couch. I was delirious. I pushed my head back and looked at him.
“David, you’re fucking me,” I whispered. I could see the strain and determination in my son’s face. He really knew how to fuck. I could feel my facial expression morph as my orgasm built. It probably looked very exaggerated, like I was about to cry. I was moaning uncontrollably as I looked at my baby, it was just too intense. I pressed his forehead against mine and closed my eyes, before whimpering incoherently. “Holy shit.. You’re gonna make me cum again.. Goddamn it… I’m gonna cum on your dick, baby… What the fuck?? Mommy’s cumming on your fucking dick, David.. Jesus Christ…” My voice was breaking as it oscillated from whispers to loud moans. My legs had somehow gotten pushed back and my feet were in the air, and he was hitting my G-spot with every thrust.
I started cumming. I felt my pussy squeezing my son’s cock, gripping it like a vice. I inhaled sharply as I felt my cunt squirting on my son’s belly. I let out a high pitch whine I wasn’t even in control of until I bit into his shoulder right above his chest to stifle it. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t help it. Another, even more powerful orgasm was ripping through my whole body. I was biting down hard. My son moaned. My eyes were closed but all I could see was white light. He kept fucking me faster and faster, as my cunt milked his cock, holding on for dear life. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t cum yet. My mind was blown. My body went limp. He finally slowed down.
I was completely drenched. My son had broken me. I couldn’t catch my breath.
David lazily grabbed my arms and again pinned then behind my head as he kept pumping in and out of me slowly. He leaned down and buried his face under one of my arms and then the other, moaning as he breathed in my scent. He must be a smell person. It seemed like it was getting him off. I hadn’t worn deodorant, and I was covered in sweat. My body odor as I grew older was very mild. It wasn’t very strong at all. I understood why he loved it because I loved his. I just let him do what he wanted. I was his.
“You still love me, baby?” I asked. David came up for air.
“Mommm..” he groaned breathlessly. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.” He leaned in and we shared a passionate kiss. His mouth tasted hot. Young. He tasted like my son. My body knew it. “I love you, Mom,” he said between our tongues playing.
“Show me,” I pleaded. “Cum for me, baby. I need it.” I started thrusting my hips back against him, having recovered slightly from my orgasm. My head still felt like it was floating, jacked up on so much dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins. “You made me cum so much, I wanna make you cum.”
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