“Ohhhh, Richie!” she moaned.
He craned his neck forward and took one fat nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the teat urgently, laved at it, relishing in its smoky taste, and applying coat after coat of saliva over it. While he orally attended to that nub, the fingers of his other hand tweaked and pulled on the other.
The neurons in Mag’s brain were firing off. Her sensitive breasts and nipples were being loved while she was getting boned. She tossed back her hair, the golden mane soaring through the air, and smiled triumphantly.
A long forgotten trait was being reborn within her. It was the trait of sexual self-confidence. She had it before and after she met her husband, but recently lost it because of his historical ignoring her physical needs, and the dual trauma of his cheating and the end of their marriage. Now, with this young lover—her son—who was just wet-dreaming about her, who she was masturbating about, and who now was giving her the Grade-A screwing she needed, she felt the power once again! It was the power which all good-looking women know they possess. It was this carnal confidence which spawned the control she was about to exhibit.
Mag extracted her bust from Richie’s mouth and placed her hands on his hard chest muscles as she leaned forward.
“Later, baby. Later. Mommy loves you feeling her breasts and sucking her nipples,” she hissed. “But right now, it’s my turn to fuck YOU!”
The white-hot temptress rapidly began moving her hips up and down, riding the thick shaft with power, passion, and urgency. This hip motion combined with her flowing, clear oil helped Richie’s dick to travel deeper insider her spasming gash. Drunk with raw sexuality, Mag ground her turgid clit hard against his pelvic bone, maximizing her pleasure exponentially. Over and over she mashed her sex pearl against her son.
“Aaahhhh, yes!” she roared. “Uggghhh! Oh Richie, you sweet motherfucker!”
The hunk was completely taken back, not only for being usurped in domineering the lay, but he could never picture his mother sounding and acting like a slut like this—with him, his dad or anyone. He figured it was the lengthy absence of sex which brought out this wildcat. Maybe it was the illicit nature of this copulating. Maybe both, or something else. Whatever it was, Richie’s mom was turning out to be the best piece of ass he ever had.
This was underscored when her cuntal muscles flexed and gripped Richie’s prick, sending an armada of electric, pleasure-filled sensations to his groin and mind.
“Oh, shit!” he yelled at the erotic squeezing Mag’s sex gave his.
She just gave him a knowing, alluring grin. She sexily licked her lips and gave his frantic cock another healthy squeeze.
The golden-haired goddess then pushed her face into Richie’s and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue began a slippery, fevered dance with his, their lips and mutual saliva all over the place. Next she clamped her hands on his writs which were in a T position on the bed. She raised up her lap, almost dislodging his dick from her cunt, then rammed herself back down on the fleshy staff. The action caused the French kiss to end.