My orgasm was born, spread, possessed my body.
“Uuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssss.”
I was leaning against the window, but seeing only the shimmering lights, magenta, tangerine, and teal, that lived in my head.
Todd angled his dick; nested the head on the opening to my vagina, said, “I have a confession. Under our neighbors’ influence I’ve come to see you in a new way. There’s a hot woman in the house who needs to be fucked and I know someone eager to do it.”
“Tell me what you want son.”
“I want to fuck my mother.”
“Todd, fuck your mother.”
He leaned over my body, kissed my neck, rubbed his palms over my sweaty breasts and stiff nipples, pinched them, and in a child-like tone, said, “Yes mommy,” and moved inside me.
He started slow, trying different angles and speeds and motions, but engulfed by a tidal wave of forbidden desire his thrusts grew long, hard, and bone-rattling, driving deep inside me, my body jolting with each impact. I loved it, I didn’t want to make love, I wanted to fuck. He was holding nothing back.
Wet and hot and needy, the furnace between my legs threatening to incinerate me, I slammed back into him, said, “Ugh, Todd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ugh.”
I was in a whirlpool of primal lust and desire, a place labeled off-limits by my rational mind, a place beyond my imagination.
“So big, so hard, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Outside I saw Milla whoop through a second orgasm, then a third.
Todd pounded my body, rocked my frame, his need for me as strong as mine for him. This is what I wanted, to fuck, to be fucked by a man who wanted to fuck me with a desire powerful and overwhelming, a desire he’d break all the rules for, and that was how my son fucked me and we were breaking the rules and he didn’t care and I didn’t care, didn’t care that I was his mother, didn’t care that his father was downstairs, cared only about fucking.
My pussy exploded, spasmed uncontrollably. It was intense, it was powerful, bells and whistles and sirens and horns echoed in my mind. I imagined Todd filling with his seed, but he didn’t. Instead he held me as I wiggled and shook as the orgasm rebounded, slashed, cut through me. I slumped forward, my forearms on the window, and he reached around, covered my clit, said, “You’re so fricking hot,” and resumed fucking me.
As my son drove me back up the mountain Milla and William crawled out of the pool and lay on a blanket, their happy satiated bodies nestled together, enjoying the early afternoon sun on their skin.
“Todd, I’ll no longer do without, we’ll fuck and we’ll fuck and we’ll fuck. ”
Over and over Todd buried his lovely hard cock inside my vagina. When inside it radiated heat and hardness and strength and joy; when he pulled back I burned with the desire to be filled again. I’d never felt this alive; I’d never been this alive. My juice, the kind of lubricant necessary for his relentless piston, coated his shaft. I imagined his balls, fat with sperm, churning and boiling, ready to flood my sex. I’d just had a period, it was safe, but I’d go back on the pill. When my son fucked me I wanted raw meat, no condom coated cock could satisfy.