“Oh please, pretty soon you’ll be scoring some little honey and forgetting all about me.” I smiled now knowing that his orgasm was as good as mine. I rolled over resting my head on his chest, my hand resting on his stomach, and he put an arm around me as I wrapped one leg around his. I felt so happy and free lying naked next to him.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed in quiet satisfaction, which made me so happy it nearly broke my heart.
After a few minutes I could feel him drifting off as we lay there entangled together, and I started to realize that my wish for another round was about to be dashed, so I started to slip away from him thinking that I shouldn’t be there in the morning when he woke up.
When he sat up with a start. “Where you going?” He asked in a voice that sounded almost sorrowful.
“I don’t know. I thought you were going to sleep?”
“I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.”
“Oh no?” I asked hopefully.
“Come here,” he said and pulled me back into his arms, and he kissed me once as I felt my tits, once again, up against his chest.
And then I felt his dick again, hard as a rock, against my stomach.
“Really Jack? Again?”
“What can I say, Mom. You’re the only one whose ever done this to me.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked with glee.
“Roll over on your stomach.”
“Okay baby. Whatever you want.” And I rolled over and laid flat on the bed.
He crawled up behind me, and pulling me with his strong hands, he propped up my hips enough so that I was barely on my knees, and as I guided him with my hand, he was in me again, pumping away. God, I thought, I could really get used to this.
“Mom, you have the sweetest little ass.”
“Don’t get any ideas, honey,” I said as he rested his weight on my back and rhythmically drove his cock into me.
“Yeah, right. I can’t promise you anything,” came his sarcastic answer. But I didn’t care, because I was just happy that we were one again.