“Wait, Mom,” Aiden said as she rubbed his cockhead against her slit. “Mom, you’re not on birth control.”
“I know,” she said as she flexed her hips, trying desperately to take him inside again.
“But you could get pregnant.”
He felt her shudder at the thought.
“Oh, Baby, I could. It would be so wicked. So damn naughty, wouldn’t it?” She rubbed harder, her movements more frantic. “I want it inside me! I want your cum so bad.”
She locked her legs behind him and pulled her son closer, the head of his cock lodged inside her cunt, slick and wet with her dew. Both moaned in unison and somehow, Evelyn swore she felt his dick grow. Desperately, she tried to pull more inside, lifting her ass off the cushion, but Aiden held firm.
“Oh! More, please! Ugh!” she cried.
“But, Mom-“
“Aiden!” She grabbed his hips and stared up at him. “Be with me. In this moment, here and now. We will deal with tomorrow, tomorrow. But for now, I need you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Can you do that for me, please?”
The storm still rattled the window outside but neither mother nor son paid it any notice. Evelyn just watched his face as she waited for his response. When he slowly nodded, she felt like she might lift off the earth. She grabbed his hips and with a steady pull, they sunk his cock fully inside his mother once more.
“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” she purred as she held her legs out wide, holding them open with her arms. “Give me everything you got.”
Holding one arm on the back of the backrest for support, Aiden nodded and began to pull his hips back and forth, sawing his cock in and out of her once more.
Evelyn watched in amazement, focusing on her powerful boy, now a man, towering over her. This was her Aiden. Her one and only son making her feel things only his father had done. She could feel the slap of his balls against her ass. She could feel his weight bear into her as he hammered her quim, driving her last crying sense of morality deeper and deeper with each thrust until only her lust remained.
As her eyes dropped lower, they widened in amazement seeing where their bodies coupled together. She could see her pussy grabbed onto his cock, hugging him tight as he withdrew, then yielded as it disappeared back inside. That was her son’s cock. The boy whose knees she bandaged. Whose hair she brushed. She was his chaperone on his first date, and now here he was pushing his sweet, hard muscle into her vagina, the very place of his birth.
“Aiden,” she whimpered. “Harder. Do me harder.”
And he did. The slaps of their sexes echoed down the hall, coupled with their accompanied moans. Her cunt was on fire. His cock was in heaven.
“More! Give me more! I won’t break.”
His hips were a blur, muscles aching as she clamped her vagina canal down on him, milking his erection, yearning for his cum. Her own milky white juices coated his cock.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Give me everything!”
He tried. He desperately, eagerly tried. He grunted and gasped. The muscles in his abs, shoulders, and groin grew ever sorer as he gave the performance of his life, holding his body above his mother and shoving into her over and over. But it was all worth it. Each moan, each sensual cry of pleasure she would let slip encouraged him. The way her body shook below him, breasts bouncing on each thrust. Her mouth open, eyes rolling back in her head in a sexual delirium. She wanted it. She wanted him. His body, soul, his very seed. She would give him anything, so he must give her everything.
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