Aiden felt her muscles flex and her leg tighten against his shoulder, her thighs squeezed him like she was about to be thrown off a bull. He could feel her tremble, hear it in her voice, her coos, and groans. She was close. So, very close, and he was determined to bring her that climax.
“Oh, Baby!” Her voice nearly squeaked. “Oh, Baby! Aiden! You’re going to make me come!”
With victory in sight, he doubled down. His hands reached around and held her lower back and buttocks, pressing her tightly against him. She needed him and he could feel it, taste it, and hear it in her voice. It filled him with passion and hunger. It made him moan against her lips. The tiny vibrations reverberated through her sopping wet sex, causing her to buck against him.
“Oh God, yes! Yes, Baby! I’m going to come! Oh, God! Oh, God! AH!” Her voice raised an octave as she came hard into his mouth, body convulsing as her eyes rolled back. Aiden felt her legs tremble and held her firm, muscles aching as he supported her weight while her pussy quivered against his tongue.
With deep, long breaths, she calmed, skin flushed and sweaty. Her leg dropped off his shoulder leaving her to stand before him wearing only her skirt rolled up to her hips, and her lucky pair of heels. She grabbed his chin softly, lovingly, and leaned down.
The moment their lips touched, Aiden felt her tongue push into his mouth. It was a brief, but sensual kiss. She purred in his mouth as she tasted the juices from her pussy on her son’s lips and tongue. So wicked and lovely and it filled her with lust.
“That was nice,” she said as she brushed her thumb across his lips, their face inches apart.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said.
“Oh, I did,” she said as she shivered in an orgasmic aftershock.
She stood and let the feeling wash over her as she rode the wave of pleasure gifted to her from her son. Yet he still had needs of his own. Her eyes settled on his crotch to find his cock still painfully tenting his pants.
“I wish there was something I could do for you,” she said as she pushed the skirt over her hips. It fell down her legs where she stepped out of it, leaving her stark naked beside a small pile of forgotten garments.
“You don’t have to do anything.”
“I know. But what kind of mother would I be if…” Her eyes squinted, focusing just over his shoulder.
“What is it?” Aiden asked.
She shook her head.
“I don’t know,” she said, leaning forward. “Just…. Let me….”
She reached behind his head, her breasts swayed gently in front of his face.
“Oh my,” she said as she brought her hand back holding a small foil package, flickering in the dim light.
In any other situation, he would roll his eyes. Yet what she held and the implications this provided, Aiden’s cock nearly burst from his pants as he looked at the condom.
“Do you really want to?”
“Absolutely,” she said. Her tone was determined, serious, and one he knew to never question.
As he tried to hide his smile, Aiden quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it out of his sight while his naked mother straddled his thighs. Her hands made quick work with his belt and fly, both of them now desperate and eager to free his package within. As Aiden pushed and Evelyn pulled, they yanked his pants and underwear off completely. Finally free, his pent-up erection sprang up and fell back against his stomach, the head shimmering in seminal liquid that oozed from the tip.
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