Moreover, mom slammed her thighs so hard against my ears I could’ve sworn she tried to crush my skull. And not too long afterwards, I began to suspect that she was now trying to suffocate me with her pussy, because mom wouldn’t let go of my head. Regardless of her being incapable of controlling her body, I kept marching on.
Like a trooper I twirled and swirled my tongue against the interior walls of her vagina, as if my life depended on her having an orgasm. Going a little further back, if mom was indeed trying to kill me with her pussy, it would’ve been a great way to go out. It also would’ve been ironic. But I bring this up because the pungent and tangy flavour of her juices was out of this world!
As soon as she finally loosened her grip, I pulled my head up to catch my breath. Then I plunged right back in and continued to devour mom’s cunt, making her squirm, whimper, grunt, cuss, pull on my hair, and cry my name with passion. I could tell she was on the brink of her orgasm.
I slipped my thumbs into the band around my waist, not stopping the eating of her genitalia as I did, and pushed my boxers down until my rock-hard dick was exposed. Then I pushed my fingers into the mattress-like I was about to do push ups-and relentlessly lapped mom’s clit.
As soon as I heard her say, “I’m…ah! I’m…I’m about to-” I mounted her body in a flash and drove my cock into the far depths of her pussy. Mom’s eyes lit up before she completed her sentence in my ear, “Cccccccuuuuuuuuummmm!!” Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist as if I was a pole that suspended her above a den of starving lions. She also dug her nails so hard into my back I thought she was going to leave holes behind.
One of my ex-girlfriends used to love it when I would do that to her before she came. And from the way mom almost deafened me, she did so too. I moved my hands under the smooth hairless regions of her underarms, grabbed onto her shoulders and used my hips to provide mom with slow and powerful thrusts as she came.
I also thought back to when she was referring to herself as ‘mommy’. Which made me think that incest was one of her dark fantasies, so I began whispering in her ear, “Do you like getting fucked by your own son, mom?”
“Yyyeeesss!!” Her pussy lips tightened their grip.
“Do you like the idea of having the person you gave life to fill you up with his cock?”
“Oh, yyyeess!!” She arched her back and used her legs to pull me deeper inside her. Fuck me, mom was strong! “I dooooo!!”
“Do you want your baby boy to fuck you silly every night from now on?” I raised my head to make eye contact.
“I do baby,” mom said in a somewhat emotional tone as she untied her legs and placed her feet flat on the bed. “…I so badly do.”
I dropped my face to give her a kiss, making my tongue slowly dance with hers as I resumed with slowly grinding my cock inside her. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. My assumption before penetrating her was that every woman in her forties was…well, loose down there. But I was wrong.