The Hormone

"This is where you started," she whispered. "This is where you belong. Inside me."

Jonny groaned again. He gripped his mother by the hips and flipped her over, still imbedded within her pussy. She cried out, surprised and delighted at the assault. Urged on by her cries, Jonny began to fuck his mother, hard and fast. Her tits bounced against his chest, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, and her heels beat a sharp tattoo against his ass. His cock felt as hard and thick as an iron bar, his balls heavy weights slapping against her plush ass. He drove into her, again and again, the spongy head of his dick almost flattening against the roof of her womb. It was almost painful, it felt so good. The blood pounded in his head, his heartbeat like a thunder in his veins, and the muscles in his arms and back and legs shook with the effort.

His mother thrashed beneath him, soaked with sweat, a verdant flush creeping across the pale skin of her breasts, her eyes bright, lips parted, tits bouncing. Incomprehensible sounds erupted from her throat. Jonny grimaced, squinted his eyes, and redoubled his efforts. Melody released a piercing scream that echoed throughout Jonny's room. The two of them did not so much hear the sound as feel it. A series of continuously cresting orgasms left Melody senseless to anything but her own pleasure, while Jonny's consciousness was focused tightly on the delicious feelings surrounding his rampant, raging cock. It didn't even register on him when his own climax came, until the flood of semen jetting from him into his mother's core actually pushed his cock free of her, still spitting its precious load.

Gobs of white cum rained down upon Melody's stomach and breasts, streaking her pale flesh. Jonny came back to himself as he watched his cock splatter his mother's supine and shuddering form again and again. Melody's face was a mask of lust. She gripped her son's cock and aimed it like a hose, painting her heaving tits with his sperm. When his flood flagged, she swept her hands across her body, scooping up cum and bringing it to her lips.

Jonny fell beside her, gasping and heaving, fighting for breath. Some of the manic light left his mother's eyes finally, and she turned her beautiful, cum-splattered face to her son. "Well?" she said.

"Well what?" Jonny asked.

She looked down his supine form. He followed her gaze. His dick was drooping slightly, but still rock hard.

"Does it ever go down?"

Jonny grinned sheepishly. "Not when you're around, Mom."

The devilish light came back into her eyes. "We'll see about that, young man." With a laugh, she pounced on him.