“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” Her upper body dropped to the lowest point my arms would allow it to go as her heels came up and struck the centre of my back.
I think mom came as she let out her ear piercing scream, because the walls of her pussy robustly began contracting around my cock. In addition, I could see her eyes squinting in the mirror at her dresser as her one eyelid twitched.
I knew this would work.
I made a quick one-eighty degree spin, dropped mom’s upper frame onto the bed and then unlocked her legs from behind my back. Then I grabbed onto her curvy hips and began driving my erection inside my handcuffed mother as she came.
A few moments later she said, “Spank me!”
“What?”
“I said spank my ass!” Mom pulled her hands a little higher up her back.
There she goes again.
I said that in thought because it seemed like mom had a split personality. Every time sex got heated, I saw a side of her I couldn’t recognise a shred of. But I liked that twisted part of her. It made the sex so much better. I removed my hands from her hips, crossed my right arm over to the other side of her body and gave mom’s left cheek a light slap as I continued to thrust my hips back and forth.
“Harder!”
I guess that wasn’t satisfying. I crossed my arm back over to the other side of her body and gave her right buttock a somewhat ‘harder’ slap. But mom still wasn’t satisfied.
“C’mon Nick.” She panted. “Make me pay for being such a dirty mom!”
As you can probably tell, I wasn’t all that comfortable with striking my mom. It felt extremely weird. But I figured it was all in the name of having fun. So I made my hand rigid before I moved it back over to the other side of her body and gave mom’s left cheek a good hard whack that echoed through the room.
“Oh, yes!” The walls of her pussy tightened around my cock.
I moved my hand back over to the other side of her body and gave her other cheek a hard whack as well, leaving a rosy handprint behind. Mom let out loud yelps of ‘yes’ as I continued altering between which butt cheek I would slap. But once I felt like I’d done a good enough job in fulfilling her desire to be spanked, I grabbed onto her hips and made shoving my cock inside her my number one priority.
The groaning sounds mom made only motivated me in trusting my hips with more energy, which caused the sound of when our flesh met to be even more thunderous. Sweat cascaded down my face, back, chest and legs, and was going to cum again pretty soon. But mom prevented that from happening.
“Honey, slow down.” She gasped for air and I did as she requested. “I still…wanna do…one more thing,” she shook her head and looked over her shoulder, “…before you blow that second creamy load of yours.” Mom smiled.
“Okay.” The motion in my hips came to an end. “What is it?”
“First pull out and then go over to my dresser.” She looked in its direction.
Once I extracted my glistening cock, I did exactly that.
“Okay, now reach into that bag and take out the treat that awaits you.”
I had no clue what else could be inside that sex bag of hers, but I honestly expected it to be even more entertaining than those handcuffs were, because mom seemed to have a knack for coming up with great things to do and say during sex. And the best thing’s always saved for last, right?