My mother clenches around my girth, her hips already moving.
“Oh!” she yips, fingers spread out like a starfish across my chest. “No … You need a condom … I’m so vulnerable … I’m naked down there…”
“You’re lovely,” I groan in response. “I take it out. I can’t help it. You’re so hot, s fucking sexy,” I moan.
We rut. It’s bestial. I fuck into my mother while she thrusts up to meet me on the robust downstroke. We’re both grunting and snorting when I lean in, pelvis working fast as I drill my mother’s pussy and we kiss.
“Oh my God,” she squeaks, knees by her ears, her cunt taking all of me down to my balls. “My son … Oh God … Oh, Sean!”
“I’ve wanted to do this,” I sob. “I’ve thought about you, Mum. I’ve imagined being with you like this…”
And then I grunt as I pour all I have left into my mother.