Mother goes on a road trip with her son to surprise husband

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He leaned down as I reached up to kiss him and wrap my arms and legs around his torso. With that, he slid even deeper into my vagina, and I took him all the way to the hilt. Our mouths locked in an open-mouthed kiss and our tongues resumed their frantic, wet dance. He thrust faster and faster inside me and I met his thrusts with my own, driving my hips forward to meet his dick. His hands found their way back to my chest, and with each thrust Joel squeezed my breasts.

We stayed that way – my legs and arms wrapped around his naked body, him squeezing my breasts as we made love with mutual thrusting and a never-ending tongue kiss – for about five minutes before Joel’s breathing changed, becoming more rapid and shallow. I’d had sex enough times to know what was happening next.

Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I stared into my son’s eyes and told him, “Cum inside me, baby.”

“Oooh fuck,” was his reply as he squeezed my breasts harder, like he was hanging onto them for dear life.

I could tell he was trying to hold back from cumming. Maybe he was afraid of getting me pregnant – a fair risk considering I hadn’t yet gone through menopause, but I still took the pill religiously even though my more rational brain told me there wasn’t any point anymore with how rare it is for Mark and I to make love. Or maybe Joel was simply trying to last as long as possible for me since it was our first time, but I honestly didn’t care. After those two amazing orgasms I’d already had, I wasn’t exactly looking for a third. All I wanted at that moment was for him to have an orgasm that would hopefully rival one of mine. “Don’t worry, baby, just cum inside me,” I implored him breathlessly as he picked up his thrusting pace.

After that, it wasn’t long at all before he grunted “Mum, gonna- gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby, just cum inside me,” I begged.

A volcano of wet heat exploded inside me as Joel spasmed and groaned and thrust his cum into me just like his father had done 25 years ago when we made him. His whole body shook in an orgasm that must’ve lasted close to a minute. He squeezed my breasts harder than they’d ever been squeezed before. His face was bright red and his eyes were wide open and glassy. Rope after sticky rope of my son’s semen burst from his cock and deep into my vagina. He’d just about filled me up when he eventually finished shooting. He collapsed onto my body, his head resting on my shoulder. I held my darling boy in my arms and stroked his head lovingly.

“You’re fucking perfect, Mum,” he informed me when he’d caught his breath again.

“And you’re goddamn incredible too, sweetheart.”

We lay there, motionless, as his cock slowly deflated and slipped out of me. It wasn’t long after that before I felt something I’d forgotten about – the leakage. An avalanche of my son’s semen spilled out of my vagina, down past my butt and onto the motel’s sheets. I’m sure that wouldn’t be the first time for that bed, I’m sure.

Once that happened, I suggested we shift slightly so we were lying on the bed properly. I can’t remember too much else from that night, so I’d say we both must’ve fallen asleep pretty quickly after that. As I drifted off to sleep with my son resting his head on my breasts, I remember thinking that, even though he was my son, everything we’d done just felt so wonderful and natural, I was amazed.

The next morning, however, those thoughts didn’t exactly hang around. I woke up in pretty much the same position we’d fallen asleep in – on my back, with my son’s face resting on my left breast. When he stirred soon after I’d woken up, I pretended to still be asleep. In hindsight, I really wish I hadn’t done that. He very carefully lifted himself up from my body and I listened as he crept around the room and gathered our clothes. He put mine in a pile on the bed and got changed after peeing. He’d closed the door, so I felt safe to get up and start getting dressed myself. I’d just pulled the day’s dress on when he emerged from the bathroom, and we both mumbled a “good morning”.

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