There was no denying it. Having a cock stuffed in her felt euphoric.
She felt Edward’s hands pushing against her bare ass, trying to break free from this, but as expected, it was a useless effort. They were being compelled together and there was no breaking free.
“I can’t get it out,” he said, panicked that he was fucking his mother. “I’m sorry this is happening.”
This should have been the most difficult decision of Amy’s life, who had lived through some harrowing experiences. Under the circumstance, it wasn’t a difficult decision at all. The fact was, neither of them had a choice as they were up against an invisible power.
Biting down, Detective Hubert gave the order. “Do it. Fuck me. It’s the only way we can leave this room.”
“Mom… I…”
“Do it. Otherwise we’re trapped here. We’ll sort things out later.”
Her face was still against the window glass and she braced herself for whatever her son would do to her stretched vagina. The thrusts were slow at first, timid, as anyone would expect from a son seemingly made to have sex with a mother.
Then the thrusts became faster. Detective Hubert had no choice but to enjoy it. As a full-time law enforcement agent, dating was difficult. Not only was she busy through the year, but good men were hard to find. Men generally avoided dating law enforcement women because they were intimidated, in her opinion.
And that meant that great sex was hard to come by. Hot fuck sessions were few and far between. The irony wasn’t lost on her, as her son picked up speed, that the exhilarating sex she was having came from her job, in the midst of a major burglary investigation.
The stroking of her pink nipples and g-spot returned at the same time, while Edward started fucking her faster. It was like having a foursome where all the attention was focused on her. It was overwhelming and she knew she was going to squirt if this kept up.
“The feeling is returning,” Edward said in a shaky voice, freaked out by the situation, but so very aroused from the sex. “It’s stroking my balls and pushing me to go harder.”
She stopped herself from moaning. “It’s doing the same thing to me… oh… my nipples and… oh… my g-spot again.”
It was no longer embarrassing talking about her erogenous zones anymore. With this kind of emergency, the truth was essential. They needed full honesty if they wanted to make it out of here.
Her face was starting to feel sore from the constant pressing against the glass. She wondered if it would bruise later, but she could always cover that up with makeup. Aside from the wild sexual pleasure, she listened to the sounds of their having sex. The wet noises from her pussy being filled. The slappings from Edward’s crotch against her ass.
