“Sorry, What did you say?”
“I said I’m throwing away 35 years of being faithful to my husband.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’ve been so good for so long … push!”
Actually, it was Lizzie that pushed to take in the first inches. Then I stroked into her until I was buried with my balls slapping under her. I had my hands on her ass. She arched her back to bring her hips up to me just like I had watched Mom do with the deliveryman back in the day. Thirty five years of being the good wife melted away as I pumped into her married cunt.
After the first few minutes or so I stopped fucking Lizzie. I was now fucking Mom and my cock was quickly to the point I was going to fill her with my cum. Suddenly I was in the 1980’s and seed was about to boil from my shaft into this pretty fifty-seven year old. Lizzie’s body lurched just as my seed spurted into her. It was through clenched teeth when she spoke, but it was loud.
“Oh, my God son, fuck me!”
She was trembling after being wracked hard from her orgasm. I felt like my sperm was still spurting although it should have been long gone by then. I just held there. Holding on to her ass, never wanting my cock to come out of her sweet pussy.
Lizzie didn’t seem to want it out of her either. I didn’t seem to be going soft although she was beautiful I still felt as if I was coupled to my Mom. Every few seconds I’d thrust up her cunt and she’d let out a little gasp each time. Finally, still not looking back at me she wiggled on my cock a little and spoke.
“I don’t know what made me call you son.”
“Really, I think I might know. I am younger than you. Do I remind you of your son?”
“I think I know where this is going.” She paused. “Do I remind you of your mom?
Neither one of us said anything else. I fucked into her a few times and her cunt came back each time to meet me. Cum was leaking out from between us a little by that time.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” Lizzie asked.
We kissed and ran our hands over each other for a few seconds. We walked to the bedroom hand in hand. I took off my shirt and Lizzie took off her dress and Mom bra. Not that I really knew what bra my Mom would wear, but this was one of those Mom bras you’d expect a woman to wear that was nearing sixty years of age.
Her tits popped out nicely. Long with some sag and brown nipples. Rather than dropping down and out they hung remarkably close together with the nipples pointing right at me. A look down her mostly flat stomach took me down to her cunt lips now protruding from her pussy hair and leaking some cum.
We did some heavy make out kissing before Lizzie sat up cross-legged on the bed. My eyes went right to her open cunt and worked up to her nice tits and nipples. Before I could look into her eyes she spoke.
“So, that’s us then? I’m fucking my son, you’re fucking your mother?”
“I guess so. Does that work for you?”
I wished she was more of a whore to be like Mom. Instead I got miss goody two shoes that had just crossed over that line.
“What’s with you and your mother?”
“I would catch her with a variety of men. I’d watch and wonder what it was like to fuck her.”