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

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Joel soon snapped out of his breast-induced hypnosis and reached up to squeeze my breasts. Once he had hold of me, he started thrusting his hips upwards, matching the rhythm of me riding his cock. I placed my hands on his and leaned forward, lifting my butt up and off his body, letting him pound into me. I turned my head so he could kiss my neck and earlobe, and my hair spilled down over his face. Undeterred, he left it there and moved his hands from my tits and held my butt as he drove his cock upwards into my vagina. I put my weight into my arms and drove my body down onto his cock in time with his upthrusts. Our bodies made wet smacking sounds that filled the room each time we collided.

Thank God he’d cum earlier that day; Joel lasted incredibly well that night. Holding onto my butt, he sat up in the bed and pushed me down onto my back. He was now kneeling on the bed while I was at an angle on my back. My legs were up in the air and my head was on the bed, looking up past my breasts and up to my vagina, where my body finished and my son’s began. Without missing a beat, he resumed fucking me, my breasts bouncing close to my face each time he thrust his massive tool deep inside me. He held my thighs for balance with one hand, and used the other to rub my clit. It was almost too much sensation to handle, but fuck, I was never going to ask him to stop. I played with my tits for his benefit, squeezing my breasts and pinching and pulling at my nipples.

“So fucking good, Mum,” he grunted at me. I had to agree; it was very good sex, just like every other time we’d done it so far. I put my arms out, and without a word, he knew exactly what to do. He pulled me up and now we were both sitting on the bed, face to face. I crossed my legs behind him and held his shoulders while he shifted his legs, making a kind of cradle for me to rock in. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his hands on my back as we stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

I leaned in and kissed him, his stubble-beard still moist from my juices. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the taste of my vagina in that context. Anyway, I used my tongue to open his mouth and bring his tongue out to play again. Our tongues danced closely between our locked-open mouths and we mutually fucked each other in the sitting position we’d just stumbled into. My hips rocking, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me, kissing my very sexually talented son, completely forgetting the world around us. I could certainly get used to that.

I completely lost track of how long we stayed in that very easy, very intimate position. By the time Joel broke our kiss to tell me he was getting ready to cum again, sweat covered both our bodies, and my hair felt like I’d just stepped out of a shower. I stared into his glistening eyes and ignored the sweat dripping down my armpits and forehead, and he ignored the drops trickling down his own face and body. In fact, the smell of my son’s sex-sweat just made me all the more eager for his cum.

“Gonna cum inside you, Mum,” he moaned.

“That’s it, baby, cum in your mother again,” I cooed, and already I could feel his cock starting to swell inside me. I leaned forward and resumed our kiss, and soon I could feel and hear him moaning as he started to climax again. Even though it’d only been a few hours, he came just as much as he had cum by the side of the road. I tightened my pelvic floor muscles again as I rode his squirting cock, milking all the cum out of it that I could.

Weak from his second huge orgasm that day, Joel collapsed backwards onto the bed. Feeling very much the same, I soon joined him. We lay side by side, exhausted and waiting for the sweat to dry from our naked bodies, but very much in love. I admitted to him just how turned on I got by the feeling of his cum leaking out of me, and he confessed that he loved knowing it was happening too. We said our now-frequent “I love you”s and drifted off to a well-earned sleep, neither of us wanting to think about the fact that in less than 18 hours I’d be at my husband’s hotel after a 5 hour drive.

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