However, with time, her body remembered its routine occupant, her walls loosening and lubricating to ease his entry. Soon, both mother and son reveled in the familiar sensation of their deepest union, as Garrett’s glans kissed Kristen’s cervix.
Euphoric with sensation and close to her first vaginal orgasm in a month, Kristen ran her hands over her lover’s body, lovingly stroking his chest.
“Babyy… I’ve missed this sooo much. Ugh, you’re incredible.”
Garrett relaxed his arms, lowering his face to hers, “I’ve missed you too, mom. There’s nobody like you.”
She smiled, with genuine pleasure at his appreciation: a boy’s adoration for his mother, a man’s need for his woman, a lover’s devotion to his soul-mate.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to give you everything I have,” he whispered, gesturing to their union.
Kristen’s looked down, and was surprised to see that her son was not yet entirely inside her. Her gaze returned to his.
“I love you, mom,” he stated, just as he brought his lips to hers, and pushed forward hard.
Just as his balls flattened against her buttocks, the tip of his peter kneading her womb, her orgasm began. That was the moment the last of her love for her husband dried up.
“MMMMMM!! MMMMMM!!”
She screamed into his lips, her hips writhing carelessly. He lowered his weight onto her completely, her tits pressing into his chest. Now comfortably maintaining his deep penetration, he watched her eyes bolt back, her body seize, her face redden, and her brow strain from the waves of excruciating relief wracking her soul.
Garrett released her from his kiss, looking on her face with fascination as her mouth gaped into an “O”, unable to produce any sound for a moment before drawing in ragged breaths and letting them out in tortured hisses and whimpers. Even though he held steady, the preposterously powerful spasms around his schlong tested the limits of his endurance.
When her breathing finally stabilized, she sighed with relief, gazing up at her abettor through tufts of sweaty, messy hair. She grasped his face with both hands and began laying innumerable kisses all over. This was sex. She remembered now what it was, and wondered how she ever abandoned this. Her raging endorphins made her see big pink hearts when she looked upon her teenage stud.
“I love you too, baby,”
For the first time in a month, every fiber of her being meant it. She nuzzled his nose with hers and kissed him on the lips deeply. Still itching deep inside with a magnificent penis inside her, she nibbled on his ear and whispered.
“I need more. So much more.”
And so the two lovers began dancing their favorite dance. The man impaled his mate, his muscular legs and ass propelling his hips to and fro, forcing his ominously large love-cudgel deep into his lover, jabbing and nudging every bit inside of her. He sighed and grunted, his dominant eyes boring into her surrendering pair, his large fists digging into the soft bedding to keep him above her, his battering ram massaging his mother’s soft walls. The woman consumed her beau, her strong pelvic muscles and abs powering her void to suctioning, blitzing the staff inside her with powerful Kegels, rubbing and caressing every inch inside of her. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes eager to surrender to his impossible masculinity, her small hands pushing against his chest to control his assault, her quim milking her son’s inflamed pipe.