“Well, tough.” Amanda righted herself, sitting straight up on his cock, licking her lips as she watched him struggle, so desperate to pound his mother’s pussy. She raised her hips a few inches, and dropped hard onto him with a loud smack. “The first rule of this relationship, honey, is: Mommy. Cums. First.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Understand?” Smack. She began fucking herself on top of his cock faster, tits jiggling as her body dropped again and again. “Mommy. Cums. First!” Her hands crawled under his shirt, fingernails burning scratches in his taut golden skin. “You don’t get to cum. Ever. Again. Unless I say so. Get it?” Tom head bobbed up and down frantically. “If I want to leave these balls aching and swollen for weeks, that’s my prerogative, isn’t it?” She reached back and grabbed his bouncing sac while he signed his approval. “And you fucking love it, don’t you? A strong older woman taking control of you; your own *mother* taking control of your sexual life like this?”
Tom redoubled his efforts to fuck his cock up inside of her, to no avail, grunting out a muffled “YEFSH!”
“Good boy,” she cooed, her hips a blur atop his cock, skin slamming on skin, beating a rapid tattoo that filled the room. “I’m going to train you to be such a good. Boy! Good! Boy! Good! BOY!” Amanda reached out, grabbing his shoulders, leaning into him hard as she started cumming, hips cycling and pussy clenching down on Tom’s cock. Her body jerked, spasming, tits jumping in his face, sweat pouring from her diminutive, tightly-packed body to splatter down onto his. Her eyes were wild and fierce, shining with her newfound power over him, power he’d willingly given up to her in exchange for the intense pleasure pounding through his cock.
She growled, and lifted herself up off his rampant member, letting it fall back, sticky with her juices as they dripped out of her. She plucked the nylons from his mouth, and wheeled around atop him.
Tom stared up at his mother’s pink hole, pulsing and running freely with cream. Without a word, she dropped her pussy down, onto his mouth, and he eagerly slurped at her sopping labia.
Amanda looked down at her son’s twitching cock, head slick with precum. She unrolled one empty leg of the sodden black hose down over his shaft, the loosest possible condom, and stretched it tight. He shivered, and the nylon glimmered, the pattern crawling over her son’s thick shaft.
“Is this what you wanted?” She asked, leaning close. “Mommy’s worn pantyhose on your cock?” Amanda stroked the shaft, fingers sliding over the stretched fabric. Tom quivered from head to toe. The tip of it was so fat. “Or something more?” Tenderly, her lips pressed against the weeping piss-slit through the thin veil that separated them. Underneath her, his tongue thrashed around in her pussy, body straining to do likewise. Amanda gave it a long, experimental lick, savouring the mix of tastes – the nylon, the pussy cream, the precum – then lapped at it again, kittenlike. Her pussy buzzed as Tom let out a long, low moan into it.