“Oh, Mommy.” I gasped, amazed by the damp lush flesh of Sharon’s cunt.
Sharon locked up in shock, clenching her fists while stroking my back and ass. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuck yea, baby!!”
Wow, I liked seeing that untamed reaction. It was like I set a raging beast loose. The veins and muscles in her neck swelled as she held her breath while clenching her teeth. All of that mixed in with the thin sheen of perspiration on her face made me even more proud that I was sharing this timeless act with her.
“Oh fuck your mother hard, baby. ” Sharon hissed. “You know how I want it, don’t you?”
“I always have.” I retorted, picking up the tempo as our bodies began slapping together, echoing throughout the room in a glorious concerto of the purest sense.
This role-play got the better of me, although I didn’t quite understand it, I was willing to go along with it to get Sharon excited. Watching her eyes get blood red with unconstrained urgency took my breath away. I had never made any of the few girls I had slept with do this; reaching such an emotional climax within seconds of merely mentioning the word “mother” to our lovemaking. I gulped back my shock, revering the magnificent sounds of our flesh smacking together… all five of my senses were on sordid overload, and it was just a matter of time before my seed would be spilt. The thought of Sharon making me cumm was mind boggling to even grasp, let alone realize.
Both my hands now gripped her glossy thighs while we sloppily kissed and tongued each other’s chins, jaws, and faces. I muttered “Mother” a few times as Sharon lingered in her state of sheer ecstasy. My glazed cock pistoned in and out… in and out again and again with insatiable gusto. Our symmetrical rhythm shifted to a faster pace, as it was clear how Sharon wanted this. I lapped away at the salty sweat on the nape of her neck, reminding myself of all the years I stared at her mystical neckline… sometimes being the only skin I would see of hers for years. That memory alone was enough to fuel my dreams and fantasies… now I was lapping at it like a primitive animal in heat.
“Can’t believe… how… good you feel.” Sharon cried, her voice wavering with each violent thrust.
“Gonna cumm, mommy.” I warned, carelessly gnawing her ear lobe.
“Don’t pull out,” she commanded. “Don’t you DARE pull out of me.”
God almighty, and to think all I ever heard before was girls telling me not to cumm inside them or get all freaked out by my orgasm. This one, shared with a woman of experience and grace, was giving me permission, actually TELLING me not to pull out. This time, no fear or guilt would be tagged to a magnificent orgasm… only pure raw need, just as it should be.
