The tip of his tongue ran along the outside of my ear.
“Imagine being Milla, a smart accomplished woman, a woman of energy and spirit, who needs sex, hard sex, furious sex, but the men she meets are married or pathetic or desperate or carry enough baggage to stock a warehouse. Then she finds a man she trusts, one who’ll fuck her the way she wants, when she wants, one who doesn’t care if the world says it’s wrong. And why not, the world will never know.
Milla pulled her mouth from her son’s dick. Thick and hard, it glistened in the early afternoon sunlight. I licked my lips, imagining it in my mouth. I’d always loved sucking cock, it made me so hot.
My son nibbled on my earlobe. I pushed against him, felt his naked dick. He’d removed his gym shorts.
William slid into the water, lifted his mother into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, took hold of his dick.
Todd moved my hand to my waist.
I slipped the hand through my robe into my panties.
“So Mom, if you were Milla, what would you say? Would you say, ‘William we need to stop, this is wrong,’ or would you say, ‘My son, my magnificent son, fuck me.'”
Milla fitted Williams’ cock to her pussy and, pure ecstacy on her face, took him inside herself.
I pushed a finger inside my sex.
Milla was sliding up and down her son’s dick when Todd, with the slightest of motions, undid my robe. It fell to the floor. Todd moved his dick between my legs. I looked down, saw his knobby cock-head, saw a drop of pre-cum leak out, then another. I closed my legs on him. He was big and hard and hot and his cock was pressed to my sex. Looking at Milla and William, at their happy intertwined bodies, I wondered, why was it wrong? Why was such happiness wrong? Why should I deny myself? If it was right out there, was it wrong in here, in my bedroom?
My husband should be putting out the fire between my legs. I’d tried, I’d tried over and over, but sports and wrestling, not my steaming sex, were his passion. In a world other than this one I’d tell Todd, “No,” then go downstairs, find my husband, who’d fuck me, fuck his horny desperate wife, fuck me like I needed to be fucked, fuck me like William fucked his mother. But I didn’t live in that world.
Milla, like me, needed to be fucked, hard and long and often. She’d found the answer in her home; she and her son had both benefitted. What would I say to Milla? I’d bless her. What would she say to me? She’d say, “Why deprive yourself? You’ve watched William and I, you know how good it can be. Your son is ready, you’re ready, do it.”
Rocking my hips, I spread cunt cream over Todd’s cock.
Milla placed a hand on Williams’ chest, dropped her head back, and the two of them, who’d been grinding their bodies into each other, switched into power-fuck mode.
Todd interrupted my reverie. “So what would you say?”
“What would I say? If I was Milla I’d say fuck me son, fuck me hard and long, fill me with hard dick.”
I reached for Todd’s dick, held it to the folds of my sex. Todd covered my hand, sliding himself on me until his thick cock-head was pressed to my clit. Eyes closed, I focused on my sex, hissed, “Oh ffuucckkk,” and we rocked our hips like long-practiced lovers. The fire in my cunt flared like solar spicules, superheated explosions whipping through me, boiling away any lingering resistance, the cock-head mashing my clit.