“Oh god – don’t – don’t fucking stop” I say as I’m so close to having an orgasm. I put my hands on his muscular bare chest, trying to balance myself as I furiously bounce up & down on his hard cock, which is tearing me apart from inside.
“I’m about to – ” I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence as he grabs my neck with one hand and keeps the other on my boobs, squeezing them roughly, pinching my nipples. I try to hold his hand, trying to free my throat, but I don’t even have any strength to do something. I’m practically his toy at the moment who’s at his mercy. That when it hits me and I scream, as I just have my 4th orgasm. I try to breathe, but his grip on my neck is strong.
The whole world seems to fade away and the next thing I know, I’m just lying as a lifeless corpse on the top of him. I feel his strong hands playing with my hair and him saying something. But I don’t seem to recover from this bliss anytime soon, so I do the only thing I can. I close my eyes and just hope that I’ll be able to see tomorrow, “How did I even get here” I ask myself and drift into the land of unconsciousness.
One week earlier…
“Dad please, can we go to the comic con this year?” I hear my 8-year old asking his father.
“No Jerry, you know I’m busy this weekend and I don’t even like that event.” My husband replies to our son, basically making him go in his room in anger. How do I know? Because I heard him slam the door behind him.
A little introduction about myself and my family, I’m Sharlene, 35-year old Asian mom. I’m 5ft 9 inches in height and weight around 64kgs. I do regular gym and have a great physique that can make almost every head turn. I have brown hair that length just a little bit below my shoulders, medium size boobs and a great bubbly ass, that practically bounces with my every step. My husband Josh, 36-year old was a normal guy with a decent that job that paid more than well. Josh provided his family with a nice life, so we never had to worry about money. Coming to my son, who’s one request made me the cock hungry slut I’m today. He’s 8-years old and just like many children from his age group, he too like comic books, games and anime.
Let’s continue the story…
I finish cooking dinner and sit across my husband on the dining table, “You really should go with him honey. You know how much he loves comic books and it’s the first ever time he has requested you something.”
He takes a bite of his food and says, “I know dear. I do feel bad for saying no to him. But work at the office is really important. If I could, I would’ve taken him.” After eating a minute in silence, he looks up and says, “Why don’t you take him? You’re a comic book lover yourself and you don’t go out as much as I do. I think it’d be a great idea.”
I look at him in surprise and say, “I might be a stay at home mom, but I also have work to do. I take care of food, laundry, bills, dishes and practically the entire apartment.”
He holds his hands up in defense and says, “That’s not what I meant. Look I didn’t know how to bring this up in front of Jerry, but the company is sending me on an international business trip for 4 days and I’ll be leaving this Friday.”