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Click hereMom turned me onto my back and straddled me. She impaled herself on my cock and started to ride me like someone possessed. I pinched her bouncing nipples and rubbing her clitoris. This drives her wild. With a low growling from her throat she increased the tempo. She was now unaware of her surroundings and only wanted to climax. My own climax started to build up when I saw the expression and determination on mom's face. This was the fuck of all fucks. Mom just shuddered once, and then took my cock in to the absolute maximum, rocking to and fro and with the growl growing in intensity, started to climax. My own climax reached its peak and I erupted like a volcano. We both screamed and rocked and pushed and heaved until the very last drop was shed. Mom fell off me with cum dripping out and some running down the half erect shaft into my pubic hair. Mom's face was flustered but with a serenity that only comes with contentment. I kissed her passionately and nestled my head against her shoulder.
Mom wanted to get up but I held her back. "I don't want to let you go. I want this to last forever. This is a moment that I will treasure for the rest of my life". Mom smiled and said: "I also want to remain in bed and hope for more of this, but I'm afraid that we will burn ourselves out. Although I also wanted this for a long time, I was afraid of what it may do to us. But after seeing you this morning, and the conversation we had, I could not hold myself in any longer. Now if we are careful, we may enjoy many more times. For now, we have only tonight and tomorrow morning before your father is back." My cock jumped at that as if to say: "I'm looking forward to tonight"
All mothers and sons should experience such uninhibited sex.
People mourn after someone dies. They moan when they really enjoy the sex they're having. Since your character mourned during sex, she must have been really, really sad about having so much fun.
It's just one of those things,
One of those fabulous flings,
A trip to the moon
On gosomer wings,
Just one of those things
Here the author captures the frustration of many mothers of well-built, good-looking boys. Living together in close quarters, they often catch glimpses of what their boy's got bouncing around between his legs, his fat young prick and his heavy balls, and they get very wet between their legs. The mother has a cunt of course--it's the same hole her son came out of as a little baby--and the sight of her boy's meaty prick arching over his loaded balls makes her cunt feel empty and bereft. The frustration comes because most mothers see their boy's cock as sadly off-limits. Not Jonathan's mother, though, in this excellent story. She surprises and delights her young son by making her mommy-hole available to her boy's stiff prick. In a moment, Jonathan finds his hard cock enveloped by a warm wet mass of mommy-twat, and his young balls tingle as never before. The most natural connection in life happens, his prick enters the same twat he was born from, and Jonathan fucks his mother. Mother and son experience the boundless joy of connecting cock and cunt, and their pleasure doubles and redoubles as the boy unloads his hot young balls, shooting his mommy a huge twatful of his creamy semen. Now mom and her son know for sure where his rich sperm belongs--up his own mother's warm welcoming ever-loving cunt.