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

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It was the first time I’d been spanked in decades, so I squealed, loudly. But…it wasn’t an unhappy squeal. Yes, it stung, and he did leave a red mark on my cheek in the shape of his hand, but by that point I’d already committed to giving into his every wish that night, and I didn’t care. It wasn’t as though he did it maliciously, either; this was a playful-but-dominant butt smack between (very) consenting sexual partners, so I asked him for another. I watched as he smiled at me in the mirror, then spanked me again, on the left cheek for a matching mark.

That second smack seemed to wake me up from my laziness. I suddenly realised he was probably wanting a bit more participation on my end, rather than just being a wet and willing hole for him to fuck. I moaned his name and started thrusting my butt towards him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he grunted approvingly. After 54 years on this planet and 36 years of sexual activity, I finally understood how to participate in doggy style. Rather than kneeling and simply feeling degraded while some guy fucked at me from a dominant position, Joel helped me see that I could actually contribute and enjoy myself, too. As lame as it might sound, it was actually a very happy moment for me. Suddenly, doggy style’s very primal, rough and animalistic nature took on a new, almost liberating light.

Staring at us in the mirror, I saw Joel’s tight butt. I stared at his sexy, masculine body glistening with a fine layer of sweat. I could even see his hard, young, very thick cock disappearing and reappearing from my vagina. I watched my breasts bouncing and swinging hypnotically while we fucked. I saw my flat-but-firm butt, the faint red outline of Joel’s hands from his intermittent spanking glowing in the florescent lights of the cheap motel we were staying in tonight. I saw my face, smiling in ecstasy for the second night in a row after far too long. I studied my hips, gripped tight by my son, and concentrated on my movements. I thrust back towards Joel’s body as hard and as fast as he thrust forward into me. Finally, I was doing doggy properly – fucking back at the man who was fucking me. I loved every second of it, and I wished we could take the mirror with us when we left; I never wanted to have sex without one again.

That night, Joel lasted close to 10 minutes of pure fucking, which I think is especially impressive for a guy as young as him. Eventually, though, he moaned “I’m gonna cum, Mum,” and without any further warning, he withdrew his cock from inside me. As though his life depended on it, Joel stood up and told me to get back on my knees in front of him. I’ve never actually watched porn, but I’d heard enough to know both what my son wanted me to do, and where he got the idea. Of course, I obliged him and knelt in front of him, staring up at him and his soaking wet cock. He pumped it with one hand as he gazed down at me, staring into my eyes, then down to my breasts, and further still to my crotch. I took the opportunity to make a show for him, holding and squeezing my breasts with my left hand while I masturbated with my right. I guess I was feeling a little neglected in that department after the previous night, but I certainly wasn’t resentful of Joel; after all, it was my idea to jump him and blow him the second we got into the room.

I rubbed my clit between my index and middle fingers, playing with my boobs and my nipples while I stared up at my son and watched him jerking off, eager to shoot his cum all over me. I really did like what I saw – a beautiful young boy pleasuring himself to the sight of me, regardless of my age or the fact I’d given birth to him. Those reasons were probably why I was able to cum so quickly, without any proper stimulation before my hand. My knees drew together, my face went bright red and my left hand squeezed my left breast so hard and quickly I found fingernail scratches the next morning. I felt my neck tense up and draw my head back, arching my back and pushing out my breasts even further towards my son. I could feel them jiggle as I spasmed with my orgasmic waves. My mouth was wide open as I moaned with pure pleasure, not even thinking about what a show I must’ve been putting on for Joel. But apparently that was what he needed to push over the edge.

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