Helen blushed, proud of her body, and shocked at his revelation.
Crawling over to her, he met little resistance when pushed her on her back, and pulled away her arms crossed over her breasts, “Let me see all of you.”
The teen looked at her ravenously, his cock throbbing more violently than ever. Positioning himself again at her waist, he pulled apart her closed legs and raised them atop his shoulders. He stroked his rubber-coated glans against her newly exposed flower, causing her to breathe harder. Rolling her forward until he was optimally positioned for the forthcoming assault, the boy was now face-to-face with his mother.
Her eyes wide with fear, confusion, and anticipation, Helen felt him gently press his lips against her forehead.
“I love you, mom,” the boy declared as he cupped her face and entered her again, immediately triggering another climax.
59 minutes later, Helen’s red, mascara-smeared face was pressed down on the bed, next to her hands desperately clutching the satin sheets. Shimmering in the moonlight, sweat rolled off her arched back, the beads rolling around the large male hand keeping her in place. Up in the air, her heart-shaped derriere rippled as shiny, muscular thighs forcefully collided into it again and again, Jason’s other hand keeping it in place. A massive, rubber-coated shaft shuttled in and out of her pussy, its withdrawals periodically causing strings of sticky, translucent fluid to further soak the drenched sheets.
Like much of the previous hour, the headboard slammed into the wall, its rhythmic banging the only sound in the other room aside from Jason’s labored panting, Helen’s fevered cries, and the obscene commotion of their genitals.
“BEEP-BEEP-BEEP,” the alarm clock warned.
Jason cased thrusting and reached with his hand to quiet the machine, “Augh… damn it — I could *huff* have kept going *huff* for a bit! W-well guess *huff* we’ll h-have to *huff* call it a day.”
With what little strength remained within her, Helen began shaking her hips, attempting to resume the delicious friction. The panic in her voice was obvious, “NO! I n-need to….”
Jason smirked and bent them forward, his body completely covering her back and his mouth at her ears, until his fists landed on the bed before her.
“Oh come on, mom. I wouldn’t leave you hanging like this. You should be more honest though.”
She emitted a low, guttural moan as he resumed thrusting.
“I can tell you’re close. I can stop holding back, so let’s come together, mom.”
With the ferocity she’d come to know very well the previous hour, the boy began giving her exactly what she needed. In complete control, he let his passions overcome him just as her muff began spasming uncontrollably for the umpteenth time that night.
“UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Jason groaned as his peter began spitting into the condom. He humped through one of the most exciting climaxes of his life.
After bucking uncontrollably for nearly two minutes, Jason collapsed on his mother, who was still enjoying the residual of her latest paroxysm. He nuzzled her sweat-matted, disheveled hair, brushing it out of her face and kissing her on the cheek.